i’m a couple episodes into season 2 of stitchers (loving it btw) and i can’t believe that the camsten motorcycle scene happens when they’re not even together!! excuse me?!?!
also kirsten screaming over cameron when she thought he was dead absolutely shattered me
also camille is an icon, definitely my fave
Holy shit you watched that so fast! It's making me wanna rewatch😭😭
The motorcycle scene was actually so crucial to my development it haunts me
Kirsten screaming over Cameron made me laugh when I watched it at first bc I was literally giddy that they were in love and knew they wouldn't kill him in case there was a season two (I watched every episode of the series live bahaha) but looking back that was so rough?? Like they just watched him die?? And his (almost) final words ever were to Kirsten saying "I need to keep you safe, you have four minutes" like holy shit
Camille is indeed an icon and she only gets better, my bestie and I quote her in conversation 🥰🥰
So glad you love this show you are welcome in my inbox any time!!!
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“Bro, I’m not Elena’s biggest fan either, but hear me out: I think she’s a more interesting character when she’s with Damon. He challenges her, pushes her!”
“Does he, though?” Cameron asked, carrying a basket of laundry upstairs from the basement, the smell of fresh linen satisfying his nose. “Or is it just because she’s a vampire now? Being a vampire is supposed to change a character fundamentally, amplify their personality, even the parts someone mortal would normally try to keep hidden. After three seasons of her being the, frankly, boring and stereotypical heroine that everyone risks their own lives for to take care of, they had to mix stuff up a bit. Can’t say I’d attribute that to Damon necessarily.”
Linus sucked his teeth. “So what? You think you could have written her character better?”
“No.” Cameron shook his head even though he knew Linus couldn’t see him through the phone. He dumped the clean clothes out on the bed and began to sort them. “Writing has never been my forte. That’s why I went into science. Don’t get me wrong, I like Damon as a character on his own, but I hate their relationship. But I also don’t really want Stefan and Elena to get back together because—”
Thump! Thump! Thump!
“Hold on, dude. Someone’s at the front door.”
Walking toward the front of the house, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, so he could put Linus on mute. He peeked past the twill-curtained window to see a man with a tablet standing on his porch.
Pulling open the door, the bright California sun momentarily blinded him. He shielded his eyes, trying to make out the man’s face.
“This the Goodkin residence?”
“Yes.”
The man’s features began to come into focus. He was a few inches taller than Cameron and completely bald. His head was bright and shiny with grease or sweat. He had a thick, fluffy mustache that looked like food often got stuck in it. A pair of sunglasses were tucked into the collar of his shirt, and his name tag read “Andrew”.
Andrew held out a tablet and pointed at the line on the bottom of the screen. “Just need your signature here, and we’ll get the greenhouse installed within the next hour.”
“I’m sorry. What? A greenhouse?!”
Looking down at the information on the screen, Andrew asked, “Kirsten Goodkin does live here, correct?”
“Yes. She’s my wife.”
“Says here she placed an order for a Canopia eight by twelve foot greenhouse to be delivered today between 12 and 2PM. If now’s a bad time, we can reschedule the delivery, but if you’re not wanting the item, you’ll have to contact the company directly for the return process.”
“No, no, no. It’s okay, you can—”
“Dude? You still there? Everything okay?”
Cameron jumped at the voice that sounded in his ear, having forgotten he had Linus on hold. Andrew raised a curious eyebrow at him. Cameron held up a finger and said, “Bear with me just a moment, please.”
Taking his phone back out of his pocket, he unmuted himself and said, “Sorry, Linus. Yeah, everything’s okay, but I’ll have to call you back.” He disconnected the call before his friend had a chance to say goodbye.
“Sorry about that,” he said, turning back to Andrew. “Yes. You can go ahead and install. Where do I need to sign?”
Andrew held the tablet out for Cameron. With his pointer, he scribbled his signature and said, “I have to go unlock the gate from the backyard. Once I prop it open, feel free to move around as need be. Unless you need me for anything?”
“No, sir. Thank you. We’ll get the truck unloaded and get started as soon as possible.” Dropping his sunglasses over his eyes, Andrew turned and started barking orders to his crew.
As soon as the door was shut behind him, Cameron said into his headphones, “Hey, Siri. Call ‘Stretch’.”
The feminine voice replied back, “Okay. Calling Stretch.”
The phone rang three times before she answered. “Hello, my love.”
“Hi, darling. What are you up to?” She’d been called in this morning because Maggie had wanted her to run point on an interrogation she was conducting, but Cameron knew Kirsten wouldn’t be answering the phone if she had still been helping out.
“Going through some pictures Fisher sent over. Maggie wanted me to take an extra look, make sure nothing was missed, see if anything, in particular, stood out to me. What about you? Are you enjoying your day off?”
“It’s been pretty good so far.” He padded into the kitchen, watching workers shuffle the large glass pieces into the backyard and lean them up against the wooden fence. “I went back to sleep for about an hour after you left. Talked to Linus and am almost finished doing clothes. I even got a nice little surprise. Would you like to take a guess what it was?”
“Umm”—he could hear the smile in her tone—“you found a possum living in the couch?”
“I did not." He chuckled, “And even if I had, I don’t think I would categorize that as a nice surprise. Guess again?”
“Hmmm.” He could imagine her with her legs kicked up on whoever’s desk she was sitting at, arms folded behind her head, and a smirk on her face. “An old acquaintance reached out to you on social media?”
“Noooo. Would you like to take one more guess?”
“Nope! Tell me!”
“Well,” Cameron started. “I’m currently standing in our kitchen watching four rather large and burly men through the window over the sink install a greenhouse in our backyard, so unless we have been the victims of credit card fraud, would you care to explain this purchase to me?”
“Oh. Did I forget to tell you it was being delivered today? If so, I’m sorry. This case has been taking up so much of my mind space lately.”
“It’s okay. I guess I’m just wondering why you bought one at all? Last time we had plants in this house, they were succulents, and you killed those.”
She scoffed. “Killed is such a strong word, Cam.”
He rolled his eyes. “Okay. You let them die. Succulents, which are probably the easiest plant possible to keep alive.”
Something creaked on her side of the phone, followed by the sound of her boots clicking down the hallway.
With a sigh, she said, “Of course, you’re right, but I got this idea in my head the other night and started working out the details, and I really think it’ll be great! Especially with your help.”
Their backyard wasn’t expansive by any means. It took about two hours to cut the grass, but they didn’t need one of those ride-along mowers for him to do so. Andrew and his crew had each taken a corner of the yard, stomping around. Cameron guessed they were checking the integrity of the ground. Wherever the greenhouse was installed, they would still have enough room to comfortably move around and host friends and family.
There was no point in asking why she’d immediately gone for a greenhouse instead of starting small. From the very first day he’d met Kirsten, she’d always done things big, never half-assed. She was strong-willed and determined. When she wanted something, she went after it; it was one of the many things he loved about her.
So, with a shake of his head, he said, “Tell me about this idea of yours.”
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