From me, an Admirer - Day 8 (Bones - Cadgins)
Title: From me, an Admirer
Author: AccordingToMel
Summary: After Cam starts receiving mysterious gifts, she begins to suspect that she might have a secret admirer.
Pairings: Cadgins
Rating: T
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 1,280
Disclaimer: Last I checked, no. But let me tell you, if I had my way with the show, things would be vastly different!
Author’s note: Hehe! I’m laughing at the fact that this chapter is entitled “Day 8.” You will find out why I find that funny after you read! Anyway, thanks as always for everyone’s support. I’m so thrilled that you guys are enjoying this.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six,
Part Seven
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From me, an Admirer - Day 8
Day 7 (continued)
It only takes Hodgins thirty minutes to arrive at Cam’s place, which she finds mildly impressive, considering he lives a good distance from her.
“Anyone home?” Hodgins calls as he gently pushes open her unlocked door and tentatively steps inside.
“Come in,” Cam instructs him from the couch, where she hasn’t moved since Mrs. Lawson helped her hobble back into the condo.
Hodgins makes his way over to Cam and carefully sits down on the edge of the sofa.
“This is the ankle that you injured?” he asks, pointing to the leg still propped up on the coffee table.
Cam nods. “Yeah. I’m having a lot of luck these days, it would seem,” she mutters sardonically.
“Mind if I take a look?” Hodgins asks as he reaches down and gently removes the ice pack from around her ankle. She nods at him, almost imperceptibly, but he seems to catch it and proceeds to carefully roll her sock down her ankle. Cam is suddenly irrationally grateful that she shaved this morning.
Hodgins lowers her sock far enough that he can see the ankle. Cam does her absolute best not to squirm and cry out in pain, and he hasn’t even actually touched her yet, but he still seems to notice her discomfort.
“You okay?” He questions softly, moving his gaze from her face to her ankle and back to her face again.
“Yeah, I’m all right. Just hurry?” And she smiles for good measure, in an attempt to reassure him. They both take a look at her ankle then and Cam is surprised to see how swollen it has become. Swollen and purple, and she thinks that it probably should not look that bad.
Several minutes later, Cam is practically draped over Hodgins as they make their way outside to his car. As they drive away from her home, she makes a mental note to herself to give him an extra day off of work sometime in the near future.
* * * * *
After a five hour wait in the emergency room (in which two children threw up on the floor, a man came in with a gunshot wound to his shoulder, and three suspected cases of H1N1 victims coughed in her personal space), she receives her diagnosis - a sprained ankle. Which means that she doesn’t need a cast, but will need to heavily ice it and keep the weight off of that foot for several days. Cam is also informed that she may need to go see a physiotherapist once it’s starting to heal, in order to maintain her ankle range of motion. She supposes it could have been worse, but this isn’t exactly her idea of a thrilling way to head into the holiday season.
They pick up a pair of crutches on the way back to Cam’s place.
“Thank you so much Hodgins. I owe you big time,” she tells him gratefully, after they make it back inside and Cam is icing her leg once again.
“Is there anything else you need?” Hodgins asks from his spot beside her on the couch.
She suddenly realizes that she’s starving. That food she was leaving the house to purchase in the first place still hadn’t been bought. But Cam was absolutely not going to ask Hodgins for another favour. So instead, she lies. “No, I’m good. Thanks again for coming to my rescue. I really appreciate it.”
While Cam has always been quite the pro when it comes to lying, her stomach chooses that exact moment to betray her, and a loud, horribly audible rumble erupts from her belly.
Hodgins laughs softly. “Sounds like your stomach would disagree with you.” He pauses thoughtfully. “I’ll make you something to eat.” And he is standing and heading towards the kitchen before she can even protest.
“I don’t have any food though, remember?” Cam calls after him. Hodgins stops dead in his tracks and turns back to stare at her.
“Well, then I guess we’ll just have to order some pizza!” he decides cheerfully. “What kind do you like?”
* * * * *
An hour after they’ve finished stuffing their faces with as much pizza as they can handle, Hodgins is still there, lounging on the recliner sitting to the left of her coffee table. They’ve done nothing but talk about nothing and everything since even before the pizza arrived, and Cam can’t help but wonder why on earth they haven’t done this before. She decides that she was very wrong a few days ago when she believed that she didn’t really consider Hodgins to be a friend. That is no longer true. Cam’s always enjoyed Hodgins, even back when he first called her a “wank tard.” She knew he was a man of strong character and conviction, and she’s always respected him for those qualities. But not only that; he is also incredibly easy to talk to, and a good conversationalist in general. Cam finds there are so few men out there who simply enjoy a good conversation, and Hodgins happens to be one of them. Selfishly, she hopes that he sticks around longer, because if she’s being honest with herself - she simply doesn’t want him to leave.
However, the time comes when he makes to clean up the pizza boxes, and Cam knows that he’ll be going home soon.
“Well, I guess I’d better get going. I don’t want to take up any more of your time,” Hodgins tells her once the living room has been cleaned up. Cam can’t be entirely sure, but she thinks she hears a hint of regret in his words, and feels a little thrill at the thought that he might want to stick around here as much as she wants him to.
Still, Cam knows that she can’t ask him to stay. He’s already done more than enough for her, and probably has important things to be doing.
“I don’t think I can thank you enough, Hodgins. With Michelle away at a friend’s winter cabin for the last few days, it’s been a little difficult. You’ve been a lifesaver.” And she really and truly does appreciate everything that he’s done.
Hodgins smiles fondly at her and nods. “It was no problem at all. Seriously.”
He stands, rubbing his hands on his pants as he does, and turns to face her. “Take care. And let me know if you need anything else, okay?”
Cam smiles and nods and assures him that she will, even when she knows that she won’t. Michelle will be back tomorrow and she’ll have no need to continue to call on him. The thought makes her feel just a little disappointed. But she sees him off all the same. And in spite of being sick and injured, Cam is quite sure this has been one of the better days she’s had in quite some time.
Day 8
Michelle returns home just past noon on Sunday, and if Cam’s greeting to her is slightly less than overly enthusiastic, she definitely blames it on the cold and her ankle, and not on anything else. Especially not on the fact that she no longer has an excuse to call a certain dark-haired entomologist.
Michelle goes out and does the grocery shopping for Cam, though, and she’s incredibly grateful for that. She ate an almost expired cup of yogurt for breakfast this morning, and though it tasted fine, it didn’t do much to satisfy her hunger pangs. She’d finished the pizza yesterday evening.
Cam spends the rest of her day relaxing with Michelle. But she can’t help but wish that Hodgins was there with them, and it’s starting to worry her just a little bit.
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Part Nine
Author: AccordingToMel
Summary: After Cam starts receiving mysterious gifts, she begins to suspect that she might have a secret admirer.
Pairings: Cadgins
Rating: T
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 1,280
Disclaimer: Last I checked, no. But let me tell you, if I had my way with the show, things would be vastly different!
Author’s note: Hehe! I’m laughing at the fact that this chapter is entitled “Day 8.” You will find out why I find that funny after you read! Anyway, thanks as always for everyone’s support. I’m so thrilled that you guys are enjoying this.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six,
Part Seven
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From me, an Admirer - Day 8
Day 7 (continued)
It only takes Hodgins thirty minutes to arrive at Cam’s place, which she finds mildly impressive, considering he lives a good distance from her.
“Anyone home?” Hodgins calls as he gently pushes open her unlocked door and tentatively steps inside.
“Come in,” Cam instructs him from the couch, where she hasn’t moved since Mrs. Lawson helped her hobble back into the condo.
Hodgins makes his way over to Cam and carefully sits down on the edge of the sofa.
“This is the ankle that you injured?” he asks, pointing to the leg still propped up on the coffee table.
Cam nods. “Yeah. I’m having a lot of luck these days, it would seem,” she mutters sardonically.
“Mind if I take a look?” Hodgins asks as he reaches down and gently removes the ice pack from around her ankle. She nods at him, almost imperceptibly, but he seems to catch it and proceeds to carefully roll her sock down her ankle. Cam is suddenly irrationally grateful that she shaved this morning.
Hodgins lowers her sock far enough that he can see the ankle. Cam does her absolute best not to squirm and cry out in pain, and he hasn’t even actually touched her yet, but he still seems to notice her discomfort.
“You okay?” He questions softly, moving his gaze from her face to her ankle and back to her face again.
“Yeah, I’m all right. Just hurry?” And she smiles for good measure, in an attempt to reassure him. They both take a look at her ankle then and Cam is surprised to see how swollen it has become. Swollen and purple, and she thinks that it probably should not look that bad.
Several minutes later, Cam is practically draped over Hodgins as they make their way outside to his car. As they drive away from her home, she makes a mental note to herself to give him an extra day off of work sometime in the near future.
* * * * *
After a five hour wait in the emergency room (in which two children threw up on the floor, a man came in with a gunshot wound to his shoulder, and three suspected cases of H1N1 victims coughed in her personal space), she receives her diagnosis - a sprained ankle. Which means that she doesn’t need a cast, but will need to heavily ice it and keep the weight off of that foot for several days. Cam is also informed that she may need to go see a physiotherapist once it’s starting to heal, in order to maintain her ankle range of motion. She supposes it could have been worse, but this isn’t exactly her idea of a thrilling way to head into the holiday season.
They pick up a pair of crutches on the way back to Cam’s place.
“Thank you so much Hodgins. I owe you big time,” she tells him gratefully, after they make it back inside and Cam is icing her leg once again.
“Is there anything else you need?” Hodgins asks from his spot beside her on the couch.
She suddenly realizes that she’s starving. That food she was leaving the house to purchase in the first place still hadn’t been bought. But Cam was absolutely not going to ask Hodgins for another favour. So instead, she lies. “No, I’m good. Thanks again for coming to my rescue. I really appreciate it.”
While Cam has always been quite the pro when it comes to lying, her stomach chooses that exact moment to betray her, and a loud, horribly audible rumble erupts from her belly.
Hodgins laughs softly. “Sounds like your stomach would disagree with you.” He pauses thoughtfully. “I’ll make you something to eat.” And he is standing and heading towards the kitchen before she can even protest.
“I don’t have any food though, remember?” Cam calls after him. Hodgins stops dead in his tracks and turns back to stare at her.
“Well, then I guess we’ll just have to order some pizza!” he decides cheerfully. “What kind do you like?”
* * * * *
An hour after they’ve finished stuffing their faces with as much pizza as they can handle, Hodgins is still there, lounging on the recliner sitting to the left of her coffee table. They’ve done nothing but talk about nothing and everything since even before the pizza arrived, and Cam can’t help but wonder why on earth they haven’t done this before. She decides that she was very wrong a few days ago when she believed that she didn’t really consider Hodgins to be a friend. That is no longer true. Cam’s always enjoyed Hodgins, even back when he first called her a “wank tard.” She knew he was a man of strong character and conviction, and she’s always respected him for those qualities. But not only that; he is also incredibly easy to talk to, and a good conversationalist in general. Cam finds there are so few men out there who simply enjoy a good conversation, and Hodgins happens to be one of them. Selfishly, she hopes that he sticks around longer, because if she’s being honest with herself - she simply doesn’t want him to leave.
However, the time comes when he makes to clean up the pizza boxes, and Cam knows that he’ll be going home soon.
“Well, I guess I’d better get going. I don’t want to take up any more of your time,” Hodgins tells her once the living room has been cleaned up. Cam can’t be entirely sure, but she thinks she hears a hint of regret in his words, and feels a little thrill at the thought that he might want to stick around here as much as she wants him to.
Still, Cam knows that she can’t ask him to stay. He’s already done more than enough for her, and probably has important things to be doing.
“I don’t think I can thank you enough, Hodgins. With Michelle away at a friend’s winter cabin for the last few days, it’s been a little difficult. You’ve been a lifesaver.” And she really and truly does appreciate everything that he’s done.
Hodgins smiles fondly at her and nods. “It was no problem at all. Seriously.”
He stands, rubbing his hands on his pants as he does, and turns to face her. “Take care. And let me know if you need anything else, okay?”
Cam smiles and nods and assures him that she will, even when she knows that she won’t. Michelle will be back tomorrow and she’ll have no need to continue to call on him. The thought makes her feel just a little disappointed. But she sees him off all the same. And in spite of being sick and injured, Cam is quite sure this has been one of the better days she’s had in quite some time.
Day 8
Michelle returns home just past noon on Sunday, and if Cam’s greeting to her is slightly less than overly enthusiastic, she definitely blames it on the cold and her ankle, and not on anything else. Especially not on the fact that she no longer has an excuse to call a certain dark-haired entomologist.
Michelle goes out and does the grocery shopping for Cam, though, and she’s incredibly grateful for that. She ate an almost expired cup of yogurt for breakfast this morning, and though it tasted fine, it didn’t do much to satisfy her hunger pangs. She’d finished the pizza yesterday evening.
Cam spends the rest of her day relaxing with Michelle. But she can’t help but wish that Hodgins was there with them, and it’s starting to worry her just a little bit.
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Part Nine