Tonight was the night. Cameron swore to himself that this would be the night he told Kirsten Clark he was in love with her. He thought long and hard about how and where to tell her, but he decided that showing up at her door was the best. He considered taking her out to dinner, but he didn't want to make a scene and there was no quick escape that way. If things started to get a little passionate a restaurant was not the place to be, plus there was no way in hell he'd ever be able to get Kirsten alone for dinner without raising suspicions of his coworkers. He could invite her over, but Camille and Linus would undoubtedly want to tag along. If he showed up at her door and attempted to surprise her, they could actually be along and he would be able to get out of there fast if his plan went sour, but there was also a bed if things went well. He had rehearsed his speech no less than a thousand times and dramatically over thought his outfit and flower arrangement. He just wanted everything to be perfect. He had realized that he hated the idea of dying with that secret. He wanted her to know, even though he was ninety percent sure she didn't feel the same way. He was almost positive she would've seen it in the stitch, but she never mentioned it so he figured Camille got really good at putting her into the right memories right off the bat. He had worked out exactly what he would do in either situation. If she felt the same way or anything even remotely romantic towards him, he'd kiss her. He'd kiss her with everything he had. If not, he'd say that he's sorry for even bringing it up and that she shouldn't feel bad for him because he understands and is totally fine with just going back to the way things were, but she was worth giving it a shot. He was completely prepared.

As prepared as he was, he was still terrified. He had prepped himself for rejection, but he knew it would hurt like hell. He wasn't sure if he could actually muster up the strength to tell her. He was standing outside her door with a single red rose in his hand, which he figured was the most romantic way to give flowers without being too much or too creepy. He stood in front of her door for a solid two minutes before he finally forced himself to knock, hiding the rose behind his back. Kirsten opened the door immediately and was kind of glaring, "Cameron. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, uh, I just wanted to talk to you about something" he stammered. He had arrived unannounced a dozen times before and she hadn't usually been so cold.

"Can it wait?" she was practically growling at him. He had clearly seriously inconvenienced her.

"Kirsten? Is everything alright?" Fisher called out, walking to the door before Cameron had the chance to speak.

Cameron's eyes widened at the sight of Fisher. Why was he with Kirsten at eight o'clock on a Friday night? He had no idea that they were even friends, which hurt in itself because he was under the impression Kirsten told him virtually everything. Were they a thing? Cameron started getting irrational. Had Fisher used Cameron's death to get closer to Kirsten? Maybe it wasn't intentional, but that was the only thing that made sense to him. He thought that it took a lot of time and effort to get close to Kirsten, but maybe it was different with Fisher. Maybe they just connected naturally. Maybe his death had pushed her away, then again maybe she just didn't feel anything for him at all so his constant fighting to stay in Kirsten's life was fruitless. This was a devastating blow.

He felt stupid for not seeing this coming. Upon reflection, it was hard to miss the budding romance between her and Fisher. She called him daily and always stepped aside from the group when she did so. When he needed to talk to someone in the lab he always called Kirsten first. She saved him from suffocating in the elevator before, and he had even taken her out once before. He said it was just to talk about Ed Clarke, but that could easily have been a lie and Cameron felt stupid for believing him. Fisher got shot the last time he took her out, and if that wasn't a sign to stay away from Kirsten Cameron didn't know what was.

Fisher had clearly gotten himself comfortable. He wasn't wearing shoes, a tie, or a jacket. Him and Kirsten both had wine glasses in their hands. This was a date, and by Kirsten's attitude Cameron could see it was probably going really well. He was devastated.

Fisher could clearly see Cameron's hurt, "You alright, Nerdkin?"

Cameron shook himself out of his trance, "Yeah, uh, I was actually just looking for Camille. Is she here?"

"No" Kirsten stated, beginning to shut the door.

"Oh, okay. Thanks" Cameron mumbled. He stared at the shut door for a moment and clicked his heels together. That was fifty times worse than anything he was expecting. He sighed and walked back to his car, throwing his rose on the ground as he walked.