Summary: He was a spy. She was a spy. That was that. Cammie/Alex.
The British and the American
He was a spy. A teenage spy. Alex Rider was a fourteen year-old teenage spy who worked for MI6. Alex hated the fact that all MI6 did was use him for their own achievements and goals. He was reluctant in the work he did for the British intelligence agency.. That was...until he met her...while on a trip in Virgina, Roseville...
She was spy. A teenage spy. Cammie Morgan was a fifteen year-old teenage spy who attended a spy school named, The Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. She wished, she just wished, for an ordinary life...until she met him...
"Hi." His cover would be blown, he just knew it.
"Hi" Her cover would be blown, she was certain.
Alex Rider and Cammie Morgan met. They gazed into one-another's eyes. Cammie was the first to speak up.
"You're British."
"And? You're American." Alex retorted.
"Yeah, I didn't know that." Cammie rolled her eyes, not being liked to be corrected by a boy, "So...why are you here?" Cammie hoped her tone of voice didn't sound rude towards the boy.
"On holiday." He lied, "Now why are you here...hmm...Gallagher Girl?" Alex hoped he hadn't sounded invading of the girls privacy.
"You're good...for a British boy," Cammie smiled. Wait. Her smiled faded. What was she doing?! She couldn't flirt with a boy who was potentially not a spy! She remembered when she dated Josh. No! She refused to make the same mistake. Cammie mentally beat herself up in frustration, until she felt a cool finger touch her lips.
"Relax, Cammie...yeah, I know who you are...don't worry...I'm a spy too..." Alex smiled, watching Cammie's frustrated expression turn into a loving one, "Don't you remember me?"
"So...Alex Rider...we meet again..."
He was a spy. She was a spy. And that was that.