Sorry for the wait! I'm hoping to finish up this puppy before the dawn of summer.

A day passed with no exchanged interaction between James and Camille. But on the second day, James was casually strolling through the lobby when he tripped over a rope strung tight across the carpet and his body was sprawled across the floor for a split second. But only for a split second because after a split second it was being yanked behind the fern in the corner. He was quite alarmed at the speed in which the event was executed, even when he was met by Camille's very excited face. "Was that really necessary?" he sputtered.

Camille frowned at the question and abruptly nodded her head, "Of course. Now, it's time to put 'Plan Triple L' into action! You ready?"

James was still thinking about how quickly he had been dragged into the corner, "Uh…"

"Great!" Camille clasped her hands together, thrilled with the consent he hadn't exactly given, "So here's the plan. We wait for Logan to come to the lobby. When he arrives, I emerge and dramatically fall, injuring myself. Logan is unable to resist his inner doctor and rushes to help heal me and is instantly smacked in the face with the realization that he's still madly in love with me. Capeesh?"

"Um yeah," James replied, mulling over the idea with great effort, "But what am I supposed to do?"

"Oh, you help ham it up," Camille explained, "Make the whole thing look like a travesty! Pretend…pretend like your lucky comb has been stolen!"

James gave an audible shriek at the notion, hastily nodding his head in agreement when he recognized the gravity of the situation, "Ok, I can do that."

"Of course you can. Now remember, when Logan rounds that corner I'm going to—" Camille's sentence ended in a high-pitched squeal that injured James' eardrums just a bit. He hurriedly looked in the direction to which she was staring with wide, terror-filled eyes to see what was causing her such panic. He saw that Logan had, in fact, already rounded the corner and passed by their hiding fern—bizarrely oblivious to Camille's screeching. Maybe he was too used to it to notice…

"Emergency Code Red!" Camille yelped, Logan by now almost out of the Palm Woods, their chances of catching his attention zipping down to zero. She leapt out from behind the fern, hollering to James, "Just play along!"

With that, she plummeted to the carpet dramatically, a fatalistic scream falling from her lips. "Oh, help me!" she cried out, her legs crossing as she tripped, her shoe catching a dolly's wheel and tumbling the cart on top of her twisted body, a suitcase bonking her in the head. James winced, unsure of whether or not that particular part was planned.

"Send for a doctor!" she tearfully ordered the aghast onlookers, and sure enough, Logan's ears perked like a puppy's, his body instantly spinning toward the sound.

He had obviously heard the prior noise, but it was that single word that gained his full attention. His eyes widened at the scene before him, and he was dauntlessly rushing to Camille's aid within moments. James peered over the fern leaves as Logan knelt by Camille's side. "Camille," he daintily untangled her limbs, lifting the dolly and laying it aside, "Gosh, are you okay?"

Camille managed a very weary smile, little pitiable tears tracking down her cheeks. James was sure that was the exact look she was going for—a heart-wrenching damsel in distress rather than an obnoxiously sobbing victim of a suitcase attack. "Much better now that you're here," she whispered, reaching up to lay a hand on his cheek, "I knew you'd come back for me."

Logan's pupils enlarged with a sudden horror, "Uh, I-I, um, should—"

Camille hastily recognized her mistake, retracting her hand, "I mean—Doctor Logan! Please, help! I can't feel my leg!"

Logan relaxed slightly, "Oh, well let's have a look at it."

James felt his stomach clench in a funny way as Logan tenderly extended Camille's leg. He didn't know why; he blamed the odd taco Carlos had dared him to eat earlier. Everyone who's anyone knows that James Diamond never denies a dare.

"Well, it doesn't look too bad," Logan diagnosed professionally, studying the aftermath of the disaster, "Except for…oh. Wow, you're bleeding a lot!"

"I can feel my strength leaving me," Camille supplied faintly, "A darkness…closing in all around me…oh! Is this truly the end?"

Logan began to look panicky again, "Uh, stay with me, Camille!" He glanced over his shoulder, "Can someone please stay with her while I go get a bandage?"

Except there wasn't anyone there. The temporary crowd had dissipated, probably assuming this was just more of Camille's crazy shenanigans. Which, technically, it was. Everybody knew everybody too well. "Um, anyone?" Logan tried again, beginning to look fearful at the awareness that he was alone with Camille, "At all?"

Camille rolled her eyes behind Logan's back, "Oh, don't worry. I'm sure James is around here somewhere!"

The way Camille sniped his name reminded James that he actually hadn't budged throughout the entire duration of the show…er, accident. He stumbled out from behind the fern, never one to miss his cues. "Hey! Someone call my name?" he inquired casually, assuring himself that Logan wouldn't in the slightest sense find it peculiar for him to have been concealing himself behind a plant.

"James, thank goodness!" Logan truly looked relieved as he spoke the words, "Here, get some paper towels from behind Bitters' desk and press them on Camille's cut. I'll be right back with a bandage!"

Logan scurried off before James could question or Camille could protest. Which now left James and Camille alone in the lobby. "Well, you heard him, get some paper towels," Camille grumbled, visibly disappointed at her momentary abandonment.

"Right," James obediently fetched a roll of paper towels, hoping Bitters would understand, and ripped some off, wadding them together into a fat little square. He assumed Logan's position, stooping down onto his knees and lifting Camille's leg. He supported it midair with one hand, as he had observed Logan doing, and he pressed the paper towel to it with the other.

A silence passed over them, and James' heart began to experience little tremors that he couldn't explain. So he rapidly began talking, hoping to still them. "So how exactly are you bleeding so much anyway? It didn't look so bad."

Camille shrugged, "Stage makeup and red food dye."

James gaped at her, "But…how'd you have time to—"

"An actress never reveals her secrets," Camille smirked, waving her hand in a rather haughty "shooing" motion.

"But you fooled Logan; he studies this kind of stuff," James pointed out.

Camille shrugged once more, peering up at James from her position on the floor, "He was in a hurry. Besides, it's just a cut. They aren't that hard to fake."

James hoped he didn't look as amazed as he felt, because honestly, he was pretty amazed. Tricking Logan was no small task. "That's pretty cool," he admitted indifferently.

"I know," Camille grinned up at him, and although she probably wasn't trying to look flirty…she looked kind of flirty from James' angle when she said it. And pretty, with her curls haloed out behind her head and her warm brown eyes smiling up at James. James gulped.

He decided to look at her leg instead, but that was no better. His large, perfectly tanned hand stood out against her creamy, ivory skin. Her calf curled as he cupped it in his palm, just enough to show she worked out but not way too much so that she looked like one of those freaky musclewomen. Her skin was soft and smooth and…and those pesky heart tremor things were really starting to scare James.

"Here, this should do the trick!" Logan's voice resembled an angel's to James's ears, and he quickly plopped Camille's leg into Logan's hands as the doctor took over once more. And as Camille dreamily stared up at her hero, who was more focused on wrapping the bandage than acknowledging her gaze of gratitude, James realized something else. His stomach was clenching again. And he was still having those heart tremors. He made a mental note to never again try Carlos' tacos.