AN: Hey kids! So this will be a real quick, short fic. Iv'e got most of it written already so updates won't be too far apart. Plus it's only gonna be 3 chapters. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Grey's is not mine... We all know this.
"You sure you're ready for this?" Pete asked, handing Cameron her carry-on.
"I'll be fine Uncle Pete." Cameron rolled her eyes. "It's not like I've never flown across the country before."
"But never on your own," Pete reminded her. "You have everything?"
Cameron nodded.
"Well be good," Pete said sternly before throwing his arms open Cameron stepped into his embrace and smiled. "I'll miss you Squirt."
"I'll miss you too."
"If you get too home sick, call."
"I will."
Pete sighed and held Cameron out at arms length. "Be careful. Okay?"
Cameron nodded again.
"I love you Cam."
"I love you, too."
"But what if I don't like anyone there?" Mckenzie asked as Meredith pulled up to the airport. "What if I don't have anything in common with anyone else? I am the only one from Seattle."
"Kenz, it's a leadership camp." Meredith rolled her eyebrows. "They'll all be know-it-all's with a power complex just... like... you."
Mackenzie giggled as Meredith tapped her nose. "I guess you're right."
"I know I'm right."
"I'll miss you Mere," Mackenzie said and threw her arms around her. "Promise you'll take all my calls? Even if you're in the middle of a surgery?"
"You know it." Meredith hugged the girl to her chest and sighed. "I'm gonna miss you kid."
Only a few hours later both girls had settled into their small dorm-rooms at Georgetown. They had only a few minutes to hastily unpack their bags before they were set to meet with their counselors. When they did finally reach the large auditorium, both girls sat on opposite sides and waited for their instructions.
"Although there are many campers and only a restricted amount of counselors to assist them, we have decided to shake things up a bit from years past and partner each camper with another," said one of the counselors on stage. "When I've called your name, please meet your partner at the entrance of the auditorium for further instruction."
She then began to name off pairings until, finally, near the end of list, she recited, "Montgomery, Sloan."
"Guess that's me," Cameron murmured and pushed herself out of her uncomfortable chair.
She shuffled up the aisle and through the front door and waited for a moment until her partner showed up.
"Montgomery?"
Cameron answered as she turned, "Slo-"
But her word died in her throat as she faced her partner for the remainder of camp. It was like she was staring into a mirror. The girl had the same strawberry-blonde locks, although Cameron's were shorter, same splattering of faint freckles across her nose, and the same crystal blue eyes. Even their facial structure, build, and height were identical. If Cameron didn't know better, she could have sworn they were twins.
So, it seemed, did their counselor.
"You can't switch partners just because you're sisters," Libby the Counselor said shortly.
"Were not..."
"...Sisters."
Libby the Counselor raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Okay. What are your names then?"
"Cameron Montgomery."
"Mackenzie Sloan."
Libby the Counselor sighed. "Fine. We'll sort it out later. In the meantime, I need you to decide whose room you want to bunk in."
"Ex... Excuse me?" Cameron asked, finally breaking her trance. "Change rooms? But I specifically asked for a single."
"Yeah, yeah. Me too," Mackenzie said. "My dad paid extra."
"My mom too," Cameron said and nodded once at Mackenzie.
"Look, I'm sorry but this is the way it has to be," Libby the Counselor told them. She looked from one to the other. "How about we make this easy? You," she pointed to Cameron, "move to her room."
"I've already unpacked," Mackenzie said swiftly as she and Cameron made their way to their rooms. "I brought a lot."
"Well I have too," Cameron told her. "Why couldn't they have just let us keep our own rooms?"
"You know, I really has reservations about this camp, but Meredith told me not to worry," Mackenzie said with a sigh. "I should have remembered that Meredith is always wrong."
"Who's Meredith?" Cameron asked curiously as they turned the corner to the dorms.
"She's like one of my dad's best friends," Mackenzie said with a shrug. "I guess she was one of his interns a while back. Oh, an intern is-"
"I know what an intern is," Cameron said swiftly. "My mom's the top neo-natal surgeon in the country."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"My dad's in Plastics."
"Oh," Cameron giggled. "A shallow manwhore?"
"How did you know?" Mackenzie chuckled.
"That's just what my mom says about Plastics guys," Cameron said with a shrug.
"Funny," Mackenzie said. "My dad calls all things OB pink and squishy."
"What about your mom?" Cameron asked as they entered her room. "Does she stay at home?"
"I dunno." Mackenzie shrugged and stared at the picture of Pete on the desk. "She left when I was a baby." She held up the picture. "Is this your dad? He's cute."
"Pete?" Cameron snorted. "No. He's my mom's best friend. I guess they dated for a while after my mom left my dad but that kind of fizzled." She pursed her lips. "I guess you could say he's like a dad to me. Since I don't really have one."
"You don't?" Mackenzie asked, her eyebrows furrowing.
"Nope." Cameron pulled a few pictures out of the desk and threw them on the bed to pack up. "He cut out when I was a baby."
Mackenzie clucked her tongue and sat down on the edge of the bed. She watched Cameron for a few moments until her focus switched to the pictures on the bed. She quickly scooped them into her hands and began shuffling through them. There were lots of pictures of girls her own age that she guessed were Cameron's friends and some of random adults she figured to be family members. It was when she came to the picture of Pete with his arm flung over the shoulder of a tall, red-headed woman that she stopped and nearly choked.
"You okay?" Cameron asked, turning to Mackenzie.
"Who is this woman?" Mackenzie asked, holding the picture up.
Cameron looked at her like she'd just grown another head. "My mom. Why?"
"I'll be back," Mackenzie said and rushed from the room. A few minutes later she returned to a bewildered Cameron holding a torn picture to her chest. "When I was eight I was rummaging through my dad's drawer looking for cookies."
Cameron snorted.
"Stupid, I know." Mackenzie took a step forward. "But what I found was the only picture of my mother I've ever seen. When he caught me looking at it, my dad told me I could keep the picture. I've carried it with me everywhere since."
"What does that have to do with-"
But Mackenzie had turned the torn picture around and stuck it in Cameron's face before she could finish.
Neither one had felt like attending dinner that night and had, instead, decided to skip it in favor of trying to decipher exactly what they were going to do. After Cameron had retrieved her picture of her father, it had taken nearly five minutes for them to stop staring at each other. It was Mackenzie that had come to the conclusion that they must have been twins, separated with their parents.
"So what's she like?" Mackenzie asked for the tenth time. "Like, what's she like?"
"Neurotic," Cameron said after a moment's thought. "And funny, and confident, and she scares the hell out of the interns."
"I wish I could meet her," Mackenzie said, sighing. "She sounds awesome."
"I guess. But tell me about Dad again." Cameron grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into her mouth.
"He's just Dad." Mackenzie shrugged. "He likes to make his interns pick up his dry cleaning but he also read me a bedtime story every night when I was little. You get what I mean?"
"I think so," Cameron said wistfully. "But I wish I could see what you mean for real."
Mackenzie hesitated. "Well maybe you can."
"Huh?"
"Look, I know this sounds insane... But what if we just switched?"
"Switched? Like I go to Seattle and you go to LA?"
"Yeah." Mackenzie licked her lips excitedly. "I've been thinking about it. We look exactly alike so it won't be hard to imitate each other. Plus, we have two weeks to memorize each other's habits. Come on. We could totally pull this off."
"Well I can't just grow my hair out another three inches in two weeks," Cameron said. "And I sure as hell can't pierce my cartilage without a parent's signature. Even though I wouldn't mind it in general."
"So I'll do it for you," Mackenzie said simply. "And you can cut my hair."
"You're serious about this, aren't you?"
"Completely."
Two weeks later Mackenzie was on a flight to LA while Cameron was headed for Seattle.
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