The warmth of the sun filtering through the open window slowly pulled Camille from her slumber as the sound of birds chirping and the scent of something sweet being cooked filled the air. Opening her eyes, she rolled onto her side to face the window, her ocean blue eyes admiring the view of lush grass and trees and the dozens of brightly coloured flowers swaying in the breeze. She was certain she could lie here forever, watching the day slip by and enjoying the warmth of the sun like a snoozing cat.   "You're awake." A familiar voice pulled Camille from her thoughts.    Looking over her shoulder, Camille couldn't help the smile that curled her lips upwards when she saw Kal in the doorway. He was wearing loose pants and a vest that exposed his muscled arms that were littered in the same markings as Camille saw on Jag once before.    "Are those new tattoos?" She found herself asking as she sat up.  &

He hadn't wanted to tell Emma like this but Sid and Kal had insisted and now their female was pushing them away.  The alarm klaxon going off had been what alerted Jag that something was wrong. He has finally caught some sleep despite everything going on. At first he had assumed that it was an attack on the Ark given that its presence drew a lot of attention and not all of it was good. However that concern quickly turned to something close to panic when he found out that it was the apartment blocks used for the sub-contractor's employees. By the time Jag had dressed and made it out of the Ark in record time, the three buildings had been reduced to rubble while thick black smoke poured into the air from the fires.  Sid had alerted him that Emma wasn't accounted for which had made Jag's blood run cold and it took everything he had not to break protocol and go running into the fray blindly. He knew it wouldn't do any good. He could end

I love you Camille didn’t think she could count on one hand the number of people who had ever said those three words to her. There was a story behind each time it was said though and not always a good one. Camille couldn’t recall if her mother said those words to her but then again she had been only four years old when her mother disappeared from her life and Camille found herself living with her aunt. She vaguely remembered missing having a mother when she was a child and missing the love only a mother could give. It wasn’t until years later that she learned who her mother was. Camille had been the result of her mother sleeping with some stranger for cash so she could score more drugs. With no husband or job, the state paid for Camille and she became her mother’s cash cow. That was until she overdosed on some bad heroine and died. Camille could honestly say she didn’t remember a thing about he

Camille watched as reptilian eyes blinked at her before she tilted her head to the side. The large head in front of her did the same however, those dark eyes were focused on what was in her hand rather than on her face. Satisfied she had teased her opponent enough, Camille flicked her hand, letting the brightly coloured ball sail through the air and bounce along the floor.  Hunter was off the couch like a flash, darting across the room with that same eagerness as a dog to chase his beloved toy.  It had been three days since Camille had finally been released from the hospital and had moved in with Jag. To her surprise, he had set her up in the guest room, stating that until she was fully recovered, they would be taking things slowly. He also confessed that the bombings had added to his work load and Jag wasn't sure when he word be around.  Camille was mostly okay with the arrangement. She wasn't sure she wa

The throbbing behind her eyes was what pulled Camille from the deep darkness she had been hiding in. The pain reminded her of a hangover, but she couldn’t remember drinking. She remembered spending time with Sid, but their date had been cut short because of an emergency. But that was it. Nothing else came after that. The thought of opening her eyes made her stomach turn but Camille forced herself to blink away the last remnants of sleep and focus on her surroundings. It proved difficult given the light was only adding to her misery. Everything was blurry and what she could make out wasn’t familiar. There were no windows, but the room resembled a hospital room only harsher. “You’re awake.” A familiar voice broke the silence and cut through the fog clogging her thoughts. Kal’s face appeared moments later, amber eyes filled with a mixture of relief and worry. It took a moment for Camille to register what he had said, glazed blue eyes struggling to focus on the male’s features. “What h