Author's Note: My first GG fanfic. Something I wrote after readingGG4. I felt upset that Cammie left. Surprisingly, I thought of what Rachel would have thought. Here it is:D
Disclaimer: I do not own the GG series, nor any of these characters. I'll just leave them in the wonderful hands of Ally Carter!
Enjoy!
Rachel slumped in chair behind the headmistress' table, her hand clutching a spiral notebook. It was so ironic, that this notebook should look so much like Joe's. And Matthew's.
"Anything I can do for you?"
Rachel shook her head at Patricia Buckingham, who stood by the door.
"It's okay. I can take care of this myself."
Buckingham narrowed her eyes.
"I know this is a difficult time for you, what with Solomon still unconscious and the Circle still being around…"
Rachel looked up, glaring at Buckingham.
"I am well aware of what is happening, Professor."
Buckingham pursed her lips.
"Do you need to see a psychiatrist? Maybe one with Level 2 clearance, so that you can…"
"Can what? She's gone! My daughter's gone!"
"She did this for her friends. For the people around here. For you. Of all people, you should have known and accepted this."
Rachel lowered her head, shoulders started shaking. The notebook fell to the floor with a soft thud as she cupped her face in her hands.
"I knew what she would do. But I hoped that she won't… I hoped that she would stay."
Her voice cracked slightly.
"I've already lost Matthew, why must I lose Cammie too?"
Sobs racked her body.
Buckingham sat there, stunned. She had never seen Rachel cry so bitterly. Correction, she had never seen Rachel cry before. The glamorous, clever, cautious headmistress of the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women, the cool, calm, collected woman who faced two months of brutal questioning from the likes who produced more ruthless versions of Edward Townsend, was crying.
"Rachel…"
"Just leave me alone. Please."
Buckingham nodded.
She walked out, closing the door softly, leaving the crying mother in the dark.
Tears continued to flow down Rachel's cheeks.
"Cammie…"
The spiral notebook lay on the floor, its cover getting wetter and wetter with its writer's mother's tears.
The headmistress' office had not seen Rachel Morgan cry this badly ever since Matthew Morgan's birthday. Now, it moaned with her, for the lost of her husband. For the lost of her friend. For the lost of her daughter.
"Cammie…"