Hi guys, absolutely love the Gallagher girls and so decided to write my own story for the future of Cammie and Zach's children so here you go.

Oh and P.S...

I own nothing you recognize as canon. Enjoy!

Home.

That's all I could see as I stared intently out of the car window. My eyes wide in awe of the home I've known so long as the gravel underneath crunched with pressure. The familiar sound made me more anxious to jump out and leap through the doors and fall onto my bed. Just collapse into the softness of my mattress and covered in a blanket of clouds (most commonly known as my duvet).

Soon I was being pulled up the driveway past the perfectly trimmed hedges and immaculate grass bordering the pathway. Everything was perfect. Everything was beautiful. Everything seemed as it was when I left.

To most the exterior of the Gallagher Academy is intimidating; overwhelming. The flawless grounds serve as a disguise, a wall to cause the rest of the world to never find the thought of stepping within our grounds. Our home. Because if they did they might uncover the secrets hidden deep beneath our floors within caverns unknown even to its occupants until a certain age. Until clearance allows them to roam through its past and then to create its future.

To me though it's warm, cosy and welcoming. I've always felt welcome no matter what; always felt that I belonged. My most memorable memories were made within the walls which seem to outstretch towards the sky, reflecting all of its pupil's ambitions to soar high into the clouds and achieve the best.

Some memories were of achievements within classes, like when I managed to crack my first-code in just under 45 secs (though since then have scored it down to under 15 secs), but many memories involve things like when me and my roommates spent the evening uncovering 7 hidden passageways (in 1 hr) only for Ella to fall through a crack in the ground and spent the rest of it trying (and ultimately failing) to retrieve her. In the end we had to travel through several other secret passageways to reach her and managed to reach our bedroom 3 hrs after. Another includes when Alexis laughed so hard from both me and Ella falling over each other and landing in a heap on the floor that she decided to spray us with her lemonade rather than try and accomplish the art of swallowing it. Whenever I think of those memories I laugh now or just fill with joy at the memories created in our home.

I could faintly hear my family talking in the background, and was soon pulled from my thoughts by "Morgan" and snapped back into reality by the sound of my own name.

"Um?" I replied, my English obviously not being able to comprehend in my brain. "Sorry what did you say?" With much better comprehension; aiming it towards my brother.

"Just wandering if you were still with us, or if you'd prefer to stay in Morganville?" My older brother Jamie asked me in his normal sarcastic tone.

"Well everything in Morganville is a ray of sunshine, much better than Jamie land where I'm sure there's not one bit of happiness in sight!"

"No there isn't because there's this one place which hogs everything..."

"Really."

"Really." And that ended our little rant.

"So Carter how was New York?" I asked, trying to bring back some happiness.

"Ok-but awfully busy; though I probably prefer it that way. Did you know it's really easy to lose someone in the overly crowded streets of New York?" My brother Carter answered, with a very serious expression mustered over his face.

"Never would have guessed it."

"And it's terribly funny when they think that they've lost you and so decide to attack... That dude never should have done a warning grunt, or he might not off landed flat on the floor a second later."

"Hm." And then he gave us his cheeky smile, that I knew too well from the many times he'd pranked both me and Jamie. All that we'd see when we face planted the floor would be his mischievous smile grinning down at us, and his mind ticking with the possibilities he could perform next time. From now on we are always aware and extra careful travelling around anywhere with him because you never knew when you might be bombarded with the unexpected, (though it did help prepare me for life- always be on the lookout).

"Well for a vacation I personally adore anywhere with a beach, as it allows me to not feel confined within the institute: that is a prison." Jamie presented.

"It's not a prison." My father jumped in.

"Well it's not exactly a palace like this place is it?"

"It's not a prison though. The outside may appear that way to guard people away, but the inside has turned to at least somewhere remotely comfortable."

"Fine. It's not that bad. But I don't like being locked up anywhere; I like the option to be able to run. I like options."

Eventually the fight seemed to simmer down as suddenly, the limo, that I had been sleeping in for most of my journey (bad car sickness), had pulled up to my home and we all looked up in amazement at the most beautiful place I'd ever seen. I was filled with a sudden buzz of excitement that I made me feel like I could almost burst into an explosion of happiness. The buzz of my family had droned into the background, a haze to me as all I could focus on was the magnificent, colonial, elegant building standing proudly before me as a good host does, inviting its long gone students back into its world.

As soon as my driver opened the glistening black limo door I was out like a lightning flash, racing up the gleaming polished stairs to the grand doors that seemed to radiate sophistication.

I was finally Home.