A/N: Hey Guys! I've been reading so many Gallagher Girls stories, and I just couldn't resist writing one of my own! This story just came to me while I was listening to the song. Hope you all like it! ;) It's just a song fic on Zach's feelings towards his dreadful mother.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Gallagher Girls.

Zach rushed down the dimly lit stairwell of Blackthorne, trying to clear his head from all the sinister things his mother just told him, all the sinful stuff she'd been planning.

He felt just so tired, so exhausted from all the hints her mom had been giving, the amount of practise sessions she'd forced him into, to becoming an assassin; something that he certainly didn't want to become.

I'm tired of being what you want me to be,

Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.

He gave a small smile to his fellow classmates, as he walked into the Defence and Arms room. It was a free period, and they were allowed to choose between their classes to fill it up. The room, a bit dingy, was filled with armed weapons and separate rooms with moving targets for them to shoot and practise freely.

He walked up, and registered his name for two hours of practise with a Glock 22, a perfect way to calm him down from the outrageous talk his mother had just given him. There's no way he'd be joining the Circle after what happened with Cammie, no way.

Don't know what you're expecting of me,

Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes.

There was no way that Zach was going to let Catherine get her dirty, filthy hands on Cammie. What was she expecting; after she disowned her own son from the day he was born? He thought, as he shot, bull's eye on the two moving targets closest to him.

Every step that I take is another mistake to you.

He remembered the day he first learned to handle a gun.

"Zachy dear," His mother called out to him as he sat naively in his room, watching SpongeBob, his innocence still prominent in his 6 year old eyes. He walked slowly into the living room, only to see his mother holding those big black things that Uncle Solomon had told him to stay clear off.

"Hold this Zachary," She said handing him the gun. Then she dragged him along to her practise room. The huge room that was at the end of the hall, the same room his mother had given him a beating to try and enter.

Hesitating, he tagged along and to his surprise saw a bearded man, in scratchy clothes, lying face-down on the tiled floor. His mother pushed him forward and said, "Shoot."

He looked back up at her in horror, Uncle Solomon would be upset if he did this, and Little Zach didn't like seeing Uncle Solomon sad. So he gave the gun back to his mother with trembling hands, noticing the look of absolute anguish on her face.

That night his mother gave him a beating so harsh, he never thought he'd ever get one as horrifying and atrocious.

*Bang* *Bang* the gun firing increased as his anger started to intensify. This feeling he had build up inside of him was killing him, Ha, It wasn't even a feeling. He hadn't been able to emote since his 13th birthday, where she forcefully made him shoot another man; as the man' wife wept, still tied to her chair.

I've become so numb; I can't feel you there,

Become so tired, so much more aware.

He wasn't even himself! He was just another robot she had gotten away with manipulating. His gun slipped from his hand; his breath ragged. His knees gave away as he realised just how less human she'd made him. He'd lost his own identity.

He wanted out from all the shit that was going around. He wanted out from his spy life, he wanted out from his mother's evil schemes of capturing his one love, he wanted out of just watching Cammie suffer; He just wanted out.

I'm becoming this, all I want to do,

Is be more like me, and be less like you.

Zach closed his eyes, trying to breathe steadily, trying to clear his head from the conversation he'd just had with his mother. She'd asked him to give up on Cam, saying that he'd never be his, that she'd never feel the same towards and ungrateful selfish brat like himself.

At a point, he'd start to believe her, he couldn't help it, he just couldn't understand how she would want him when he was the son of such a bitch terrorist.

His mother had probably done everything in her power, and was still going on with them to get to him, to make him come back to her. But didn't she see the love he felt towards Cammie? Didn't she see the longing in his face? Didn't she want him to be happy?

Can't you see that you're smothering me?

Holding too tightly, Afraid to lose control?

She'd lost him from the day she threatened Cammie, Hell from the day he was born! She wasn't in any shape to be even called a mother; she was the reason he had turned into this.

But Cammie had been there, and luckily for Zach, She'd been the reason he survived through all the hatred and anguish that had build up in his body for years.

And because of this, Catherine's idea of everything Zach was going to be had been shattered; He could become whatever he wanted now, he was a different person now, and he was glad Cammie had done him this favour, which someday, he'd repay her with gratitude.

'Cause everything that you thought I would be,

Has fallen apart, right in front of you!

Zach got up warily still unsure of what to do when a small letter dropped to the floor, probably from his pocket. His eyes travelled through the length of the evapopaper, and he smiled, yes actually smiled, when he read the letter.

Ah, Cammie, you always make me smile don't you.

Dear Zach,

I know what you're thinking right now, Blackthorne Boy, You're probably thinking how this got into your pockets, don't worry, I didn't come to Blackthorne, but I have my ways.

I just wanted to tell you that I trust you. I know you're all down about your mom being a really ungrateful and spiteful bitch (No offense), but I know for a fact that you aren't anything like that. You're amazing, faithful, sweet, honest and handsome, even though your smirk makes me want to kill you right there.

And I am going to be fine. What with all these trained professionals around me, I don't think I'd stand a chance to even raise my hand before they make sure all the goons are dead. So relax and have fun, you really need that.

And before you kill Jonas, because he figured out how to work a fax machine, give him my thanks.

Yours,

Gallagher Girl.

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XOXO,

Free-Bird 36.