First fanfic ever. I hope you like it. tell me if you don't please. I want feed back. Need is a better word. rated T because i'm not sure, and want to be safe. Hope you like!

Fan fiction

I am # 4 and Gallagher Girls

Cross over

(CPov.)

3 years. It had been 3 long years since I'd seen Henri last. He was like a father to me. The only father I had ever known. He was all I had. And now he's gone for who knows how long.

I looked up at the stars. Somewhere, far, far away, was my home planet, Lorien. I don't remember it; I just know its part of me. I looked away from the window in my sweet. Bex, Liz, and Macy, my roommates, were sleeping on the other side of the room. Roommates. I'd never thought I'd have any. I'd only ever lived with Henri.

I walked over, and crawled into bed. I stared at the ceiling for what felt like forever. Slowly, my thoughts drifted back to Henri. I'd lost him when I was 13. We were running from the Mogadorians, and somewhere in all the confusion, he's hand slipped out of mine, and I got lost in a crowd of tenth graders. I don't know if he's alive or not. I wish he were here. He made things easier for me.

I rubbed the scares on my leg. Number 1 and 2 are dead. 3 is still alive. I am Number 4. After 3 is dead, then it's my turn.

Then what, I asked myself, am I still doing here? They could be close, very close, and your just living it up as a spy. What's the matter with you? Good question. I don't know. Here I have friends, food, a home. Not that I didn't have any of those things before, it's just the fact that now that Henri is gone, I'm trying to fill his slot in my life. One man did a pretty good job of this, but now he's gone.

After losing Henri, a man found me and took me in. His name was Matthew Morgan. Rachel's husband. Matt knew what I was. That's why I stayed. That's why I trusted him. But that same year he brought me here, he disappeared, leaving me with Rachel. Not that I don't like her, or trust her for that matter; it's just that I don't trust her as much as I trusted Matt.

After a while, she started to train me to be a spy. Because of my heritage, I'm fast, strong, and very intelligent. But when Matt found me, everyone else thought I was just a normal teenager, and I honestly didn't want to prove them wrong. If she, or anyone else for that matter, find out, they'll get suspicious, and dig deep into my nonexistent past.

There is no Cammie Morgan. She's a made up character of my on the spot imagination. When we were alone, Henri (and sometimes Matt) would call me 4. So now whenever someone says the number four, I look up, expecting to see Henri. It's been three years, and I know I should forget it, but I really want him here.

I was so tired. Tired of waiting; of looking for signs of Henri and the others on the internet when I should be sleeping; tired of always looking behind me whenever I'm out in the open- Inside or out. I'm tired of being chased by them. The ones who took me away from my family, home, but mostly Henri. They made him leave his true love behind, his home, friends, just to take care of me. He volunteered, but still.

They still have to kill number 3, but it doesn't matter. They want us all dead as soon as possible. And they won't stop until were all dead. That includes you, the people of earth. They want this planet, and as long as you guys are here, it can't be theirs.

Sometimes they have humans work for them, to do their dirty work and all, like finding, and capturing us until they get there, but their just temporary. They don't need them, they just want them to do the worst part, and then they do the killing. Some of the people don't know what it is exactly that they're looking for. They don't know we're aliens. Mr. Solomon didn't. Rachel and the rest of the spy world doesn't know this.

Enough, I though. Time for sleep. No more thinking. I closed my eyes, and tryied to find sleep.

(3 persons Pov.)

Where are you number 4? I've been checking every were for you. You sure know how to blend in with your surroundings. (chuckling) good. Don't want anyone finding you before I do.

(CPov.)

"GET UP CAMMIE! IT'S TIME FOR BREAKFAST, AND I'M HUNGRY!"

I don't know what I was dreaming about, but the "I'm hungry part" really scared me. I shot up as fast as lightning, and bonked into someone's head. "Ouch, Cam," Bex yelled. "hit me harder why don't ya?"

"Ignore her," Macey said. "She's just grumpy. Stayed up till two in the morning last night. Girl didn't get her beauty sleep."

"She didn't stay up till two last night," I mumbled.

"How do you know that," Liz asked, pulling on her t-shirt.

"Because I was up till three last night." I started to wonder what they would think if they knew the truth about me?

"Why?" Macey asked.

"I think I know why," Bex said with a sly smile. Oh no, I thought. Not this again. "You were thinking about him."

"no I wasn't," I answered truthfully.

"Yes, you were. Say it. You know you want to."

I wanted it to stop. I couldn't think strait. I didn't like all this attention. I really didn't. So I said the one thing I knew would make her shut up. "I wasn't thinking about him. I was thinking about my parents, my brother, my sisters, and grandparents. But mostly about my uncle."

It worked. "Cam," She started in a whisper. "I'm sorry…" but I had already grabbed my clothes and headed for the bathroom.

I told my friends I'd meet them at breakfast. Bex said she was sorry before she left. I went to my bed and pulled out my suitcase. I checked the front pocket. There it was, still there. The picture of my family. Henri gave it to me. Both my grandparents were there, I was one at the time, siting on Henri's hip. He worked for my family, and was very close to us all. And in the background was my father. I put the picture away.

I left for breakfast. I turned a corner and ran into someone.

"Hey there Gallagher girl. Miss me that much?" There he was. Zach. Not that I was surprised to see him. He was staying at my school after all. He looked like his normal self. Emerald green eyes, spiky brown hair, and that annoyingly, beautiful smirk glued to his face.

"Hi Zach." I turned to leave. He ran up to my side, and fell in step by me.

"Tina Walters says were going into town for a Coveops mission. Oat to be fun, don't you think?"

"Tina Walters is usually wrong."

"what's the matter Cam?"

"Nothing."

"Come on. It could be fun."

"Or not," I mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Turned out Tina was right, sadly. Not that I didn't like going out to town. I did. It's just that I had a bad feeling about to day, like something was going to happen, and I wasn't going to like it. I didn't want to be outside. I wanted to be inside Gallagher were I would be a teensy bit safer. Not by much, but enough.

We all split up, walking away from each other. Alone. The only company I had was the humming bird that flew near me. It was everywhere I was. It seems every home I go to, there is one animal that is always by me. This time it was a bird.

I kept looking around to see if I was being fallowed. It was nerve racking. If someone went by, I thought they were Mogs. If I heard a sound I prepared myself for battle. I wasn't normally like this.

"Hey," Liz's voice said through my comm. "You okay Chameleon? You don't look to good."

"Fine," I muttered. I saw something flash, and my head snapped that way.

"Miss. Morgan, how many houses have you past," said Mr. Solomon.

"30."

"How many windows on your left were there?"

"47, not including the ones on the backs of houses. That would be 59." I forgot to keep my intelligence to myself.

"How'd you know that?" Liz asked. Because before I let myself be dragged into some town, I did a background check on every house and family, I thought. I didn't answer, just spun a 360 and only seeing normal people when I knew something out there wasn't.

"Answer the question, Miss. Morgan," Mr. Solomon said. His voice was giving me a headache. Before I knew what I was doing, I ripped out my comm and ran to an empty ally.

I slammed my back into the wall, enjoying the cold feeling of bricks. It was comforting, having something there to keep me up. I could breathe again.

I closed my eyes, and slid down the wall into a sitting position. I heard footsteps, but they weren't heave like the Mogs would be. They were light, and female.

"Cam, you okay? What happened?" Bex?

"You just ran off." Lizzy. It was definitely Liz. "Mr. Solomon started to freak out. Everyone's looking for you."

"I'm fine," I croaked, getting up.

"No, you're not." I could tell Bex was angry. "Now tell us what's wrong."

"I don't feel well." Totally not a lie.

"Mr. Solomon wants you to put your comm back in. He also said that we can walk you home," Liz said.

If I went home, I wouldn't hear the last of it from Zach. But if the Mogs really were out there right now, it would be safest to get away; no matter how much teasing I'd get from Zach. I slid in my comm.

"Are you alright?"

I nodded, knowing he would see. "Bex and Liz don't need to walk me home. I'll be fine."

"We're walking you home," Bex hissed.

"Finish your test," I whispered.

"I agree with Miss. Morgan. It's a very important test."

Bex scowled, but agreed. They both gave me a hug, and left.

"see you later, Gallagher girl." Zach mocked, but grew serious. "Be careful."

He had no idea how unsafe I was being right now. Walking off, away from civilization, to the big bad scary woods were now one would hear my screams. But they would have made a move out in the open, allowing everyone to see me, and that's something I didn't want. I didn't want them to see who I really was.

I didn't go to the nurse. I went to make myself something to eat. Mac and cheese with extra cheese. Delish.

I grabbed a glass of water, and headed to my room. I plopped down on my bed, faced down. It soon became too hard to breath, so I flipped myself upward. There was a knock at the door, and the sound of someone entering.

I opened one eye, and found Rachel at the door. "Heard you came back early. I was expecting you five minutes ago. Went to get something to eat, didn't you?" There was no drought in my mind the Rachel was one of the best spies in the world. Next to Joe Solomon that is.

"A huh. Wasn't feeling well." She came to my bed and rested her hand on my forehead.

"No fever. Your eyes look fine. You seem stressed. Do you want to talk about something?"

You have no idea how much I want to talk about it. Because you're like a mother to me, even though there hasn't been any real female role motel in my life, ever. But I can't. I just can't. I think I can trust you, but I could be wrong. I don't want to be wrong, I thought.

"No," I said firmly.

"Everyone's worried about you. What's going on? Please tell me. I promes I'll understand. Is it about Zach?" I don't know what she was thinking, and how Zach was tied in, I just wanted her out.

"I'm fine. Just having a bad day," I said bitterly. She took this as me wanting her to leave. And maybe I did.

I stayed in my room for a long time. The girls brought me dinner, and left me be. It was a very quiet night. When everyone was as asleep, I suck out, and slid into my favorite secret passage way.

I laid there for what seemed like forever, when I heard a voice say, "May I join you?" I shot up, and turned to face Zach. He was leaning agents a wooden poll, his eye all over me.

I sighed, and lay back down. "I'll take that as a yes," he said gleefully. He jogged over, and sat down beside me. He watched me then said, "Bad day, huh?"

"You have no idea."

He pulled me up so that I was facing him. Then he slowly moved in, touching my lips softly, then with force. It felt good. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and deepened the kiss.

I had always liked Zach. From the first time I saw him, till right now. I mean, I wasn't supposed to be in a relationship, but he was persistent, and I really wanted him.

I pulled away smiling, and brought my legs closer to me. That's when he saw them. He frowned and said, "What happened to your leg?"

I looked down to see that my perfectly visible scars. I quickly thought up a lie. "I tripped when I was little. Fell into the coffee table at a foster home, and it left two scars."

I was hoping the part about the foster home would shut him up, but it didn't. "The truth, Cammie. I want the truth."

But I can't tell you the truth. The truth hurts Zach. Trust me. "I've got to go. I'm super tiered." I got up.

"Cammie-"

"Bye Zach." I ran to my room, where he could never hear the truth.

It was a Saturday, meaning our day off. I just sat in out room, thinking, and avoiding Zach. He learned something about me that only two people ever knew about. I didn't like that he was the third.

Liz came in, which surprised me. She was just hear, one minuet ago, saying she was going to the library to do homework. Nothing gets between Liz and homework. "hey Cam," she asked. "Did you see those weird guys outside?"

"Weird guys? Liz you think every guy excepted Jones is weird," I said.

"But this guys have messed up jaws, and wear trench coats, and have bald heads with black tattoos. They were looking for you too."

I was speechless. They were here. Actually here. They couldn't kill me until #3 was dead, but once he or she was, I was a goner. I ran to my bed and pulled out my suit case.

"So who are they," asked Bex, who had just walked in the room, followed by Macey.

I thought up yet another lie. "I forgot. There these people who are taking me into hiding, away from the Circle. Can you help me pack all my things?"

"Umm, let me think," Macey pretended to think. "A, no. Why didn't you tell us? And why would we help you leave?"

"Well if you want them to get me, and then kill me, fine." They ran to help me pack my stuff. I ran to get my knife. I stuck in under my shirt. There was no way I was going down without a fight.

I went to my friends and gave them a hug. I pulled back and said, "You guys are my best friends. Please remember that. No matter what happens." They looked confused, but nodded.

I ran. Fast. And as I rounded the corner there was Zach, coming down the hall. I ran to him. "Gallagher girl, we need to…" But I cut him off with a kiss.

He was surprised, but then he seemed to melt into it, wrapping his arms around my waste, pulling me closer. But I pulled away, putting his face between my hands and said, "I love you Zach. But if anyone asks if we know each other, you have to say no. Promise me you'll say no." I started to cry.

"Why Cam? And what with the suit case? Where are you going?" He seemed to be crying to.

"Please," I whimpered. "Promise?"

He was hesitant, but nodded. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, and ran away from my first true love.