A/N Hey guys! I know I should be updating 'Falling for Her' but I did that the other day! I kind of wanted a tiny little break. So here's my newest one-shot! Anyway, now I have a new fear: Whenever someone tells me I'm like my aunt, I'll get scared. Technically, it should be a compliment because my aunt is a bad ass hacker (No lie. She hacked my Facebook page once and threatened to post this edited picture of me with a pigs nose and an Afro O.O Needless to say, I don't want to get on her bad side) and also shoved me into my birthday cake yesterday! So let's just say I lit up a match and decided I'm the Queen of Fire!

On with the story! This one-shot is dedicated to the leader of the Squircle of Samantha, an ancient terrorist organization!

~Alex

Background: AU fic. Cammie has a nightmare about the murderer of her father, and her best friend decides to sneak in to comfort her :) Z/C

P.S. This might turn into a collection of one-shots.

It seems

I'm losing something deep inside of me

And I know, you never meant to make me feel this way

This can't be happening

~Avril Lavigne (Everybody Hurts)

No One POV

*dream flashback*

"Oh, child, , step away from your daddy unless you want to join him...in hell!" said the masked man that had a gun pointed at my dad. He laughed a cold, ruthless laugh that frightened the thirteen-year-old girl.

"NO!" she shouted, tears streaming down her pale face. She saw the man smirk and raise the barrel of his gun a little higher, hoping that the bullet would end the life of the foolish girl and her father. Even though it wasn't her fault that her father hadn't payed his debts.

"Cammie! Don't! Just get out of the way!" yelled the girl's father. He was worried for his daughter. If he dared shoot her, Matthew Morgan would make sure he suffered a very slow death.

"NO! Daddy, please don't!" shrieked the girl, even more tears finding their way down her pale face.

"Cameron Ann Morgan! Get out of the way!" ordered her father. The masked man laughed a mocking laugh. Then Matthew pushed his only daughter out of the way, as the man pulled the trigger. "I love you both," was his last breath.

There was a splatter of blood, and Matthew Morgan's body fell lifeless to the ground.

"NO! HOW COULD YOU!?" she shrieked. The masked man just laughed again and turned to walk away, leaving the girl to cry over her father's body.

Cammie POV

I woke up trembling. I had that horrible dream a lot. I was there when he died, yet I couldn't do anything about it.

I let the tears that were making their way down my cheeks fall. It wasn't any use fighting it.

I stood up, walked to my window and looked at the pale moon, knowing that my dad wasn't seeing it with me.

Daddy, I'm so sorry, I thought to myself. I hated myself for not having died with him.

I decided to take a walk to clear that memory, at least temporarily. I just put on my slippers- no coat, or anything - and walked downstairs, opened the screen door, and walked outside.

There was no one on the street, and all the lights were off. It was three in the morning, after all.

I shivered a little, and crossed my arms together as to try and keep the cold away. It had been four years since my dad died. Right now I was seventeen. Four years without me and my dad going to the store together; without laughing together at the park; without us playing baseball when it was nice out; and trading papers on Sundays.

Daddy, I miss you, I thought, looking up at the moon.

I decided to go to my best friend Zach's house, even though it was three in the morning.

I climbed up through the tree in his front yard, knowing he always left his window open.

When I walked into his dark room, I immediately spotted him. He was asleep on his bed, not snoring or anything (despite me teasing him about doing so), but breathing softly, his eyelids covering his bright green eyes, and his dark brown hair, messed up all over his head.

"Zach," I breathed softly. He woke up easily.

"Cammie?" he whispered groggily, squinting a little at me.

"I'm sorry for waking you up, I just..."

"Had a nightmare?" he said knowingly. No tease in his voice at all.

"Yes. I just..." I started again, but didn't get to finish, because he wrapped his arms around me, and sat me down on the bed.

"It's okay, Cammie," he said, as my head rested against his chest.

"I just still feel so guilty for..." I trailed off, not wanting him to see the tears rolling down my cheeks or hear my voice crack.

"Shhh," he said gently, and I knew he had seen my tears. His thumb brushed them away, and I felt a little better.

Then he turned me around somehow, so I was looking up into his eyes, and his hands were on my shoulders.

"Listen, Cammie," he started, "You're dad wanted you to live. Your life was much more important to him than his own. And if he gave up his life for you," - he held me a little tighter - "he wouldn't want you to be crying over him all the time."

I sighed a little. "I know. But I just wish I could go back in time..." I closed my eyes, not wanting to face reality.

I opened my eyes again. "I still wish it was me who-"

I couldn't finish because in the next instant, Zach's lips were on mine. His arms wrapped around my waist, and then we broke away.

"I...I..." I started, but I couldn't finish. Because I knew it wasn't of any use to fight with him.

Because I knew I was safe in his arms.

A/N I feel proud of this :D I don't know why. Can you guys do me a favor and (if you have a Facebook) go on Facebook and like my page 'Ally Carter Fandom'

Also, again, this might turn into a collection of one-shots (And it probably will), so I would really like it if you guys reviewed (Made no sense, but whatever!)

~Alex