A/N I was thinking of doing another Tracy/Mike one-shot (because who wouldn't want to?), but I couldn't think of an idea. Then I had a good idea, but I don't think a one-shot will do it justice, so I'm going to do a multi-chapter fic. I hope you like it.

This will be from Tracy POV unless it says otherwise.

I remember that day so clearly. I'd had a manic day at work, with the kids running riot all day. I was exhausted, and when I got home all I wanted to do was go to sleep. But I knew I had to cook dinner, as Cam was going to be late. I got something out of the fridge (I was so tired I didn't even see what it was) and began to cook it. When it was done I ate mine, and left Cam's in the oven so it would stay warm. I'd just finished when Cam walked in.

"Hey Tracy," she said as she came through the door. "Have you had dinner?"

"Yes," I called back. "Yours is in the oven."

"Thanks," said Cam, coming into the kitchen. She opened the oven and a look of shock came over her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You've used the fish I was going to make fishcakes with to take to work tomorrow," she said, taking her dinner out of the oven. "And you've burnt it!"

I looked at the tray and saw some fish covered in black crumbs.

"Cam, I'm so sorry," I said. "I'm so tired I didn't pay attention to what I was doing, I'll get you some more fish tomorrow morning..."

"I need it tonight!" said Cam. "I needed that fish! Oh Tracy!"

"I'm sorry, Cam, I really am," I said.

"You need to be a bit more than sorry!" said Cam. "We've got a new boss tomorrow, I'm sick with worry as it is, and I was going to take them, as everyone's taking something, and now I can't. Why couldn't you have just paid more attention, Tracy Beaker?!"

And then I lost it. I was already exhausted and feeling fed up; I didn't need Cam having a go at me as well.

"I didn't mean to!" I shouted. "I'm absolutely shattered, and I was trying my best. I've offered to make it up to you but you won't accept it!"

And then Cam got angry.

"Don't you talk to me like that!" she said. "I've had a hard day too, and I had a really long meeting this afternoon. You only had to cook dinner. Is it really that hard?"

"It is when you're as tired as I am!" I shouted.

"I don't want to hear your excuses!" said Cam. "Well, if you're that tired, you can go to bed."

"Fine, I will!" I said.

I went to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. Why was Cam so angry with me? I'd only made a simple mistake, and I hadn't done it on purpose. I decided to get ready for bed as quickly as I could, and hopefully Cam wouldn't be as angry at me in the morning. I got changed, cleaned my teeth, and then went back to my bedroom. As I closed the door I leant on it too heavily, and it slammed. I held my breath, hoping Cam wouldn't have heard.

I was just about to get into bed when she came storming into the room.

"Why did you just slam your door?" she asked angrily.

"I didn't," I said. "I just closed it a bit hard, that's all."

Cam sighed. "Tracy, I'm not listening to your excuses. It was like this when you were a child, you always answering back. I've had enough of it. Just go to bed."

"But I didn't do anything!" I protested.

"Stop arguing with me!" Cam shouted. "I know what you did, even though you won't admit it. Now just go to bed! Goodnight!"

And with that she left the room, closing the door behind her.

I stood up, fear building up inside me. Cam had never been angry with me before, not like that anyway, especially when I hadn't done anything wrong. My body went into shock, I went towards the wall and put my hand against it, before I half knelt, half fell to the floor. My breathing began to speed up, and I put my spare hand on my chest, feeling my pounding heartbeat.

"I..." I said, before I had to draw breath. "I..."

I wanted to say that I hadn't slammed the door, tell myself that I'd done nothing wrong, but I couldn't. Instead I said it in my head, and then tried to work what was happening to me. I'd seen TV shows where people were unable to breathe, like I was now, and they were told they were having a panic attack. I assumed that was what was happening to me. Unfortunately, even though I now knew what it was, I still didn't know what to do to stop it. I imagined Mike comforting me, as he often did when I was upset. This helped calm my brain, but I still couldn't control my breathing.

After a few minutes, my breathing finally slowed down. I took a few deep breaths in and out, tears beginning to roll down my cheeks. Why had that happened? I didn't usually react like that when someone got angry with me; I usually shouted back.

I was just catching my breath when suddenly my breathing sped up again. I leant against the wall, more tears rolling down my cheeks, as I struggled to get my breathing.

After a minute or so my breathing came back to normal again, and I stayed on the floor for another minute before shakily getting to my feet. More tears made their way down my cheeks, and I got into bed, my head spinning. I knew what had happened, but my knowledge ended there. I didn't know the reason, and I didn't know why Cam had got so angry with me in the first place. I lay down in bed for a while, and eventually cried myself to sleep...

The next morning I got up and went to Elm Tree House, avoiding Cam completely. When I got there I went into the office, put my stuff down, and then sat at the desk, not feeling like doing anything at all, let alone a day at work. I jumped when Mike knelt down beside me.

"Are you OK, Tracy?" he asked, looking at me in concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied.

Mike seemed to have bought my lie and sat at the other desk, doing some paperwork. I then got up and went to the living room to see who was in there.

Harry was the only one in the living room, playing with Jeff. I sat down on the sofa, and a tear rolled down my cheek. Harry obviously noticed, and came over to me.

"Jeff will cheer you up," he said, brushing Jeff's face against my cheek.

I smiled stroking Jeff, although a few more tears rolled down my cheeks. When I was OK again, I thanked Harry, and Jeff, and then left the living room.

The rest of the day went OK, well, as well as it could considering the circumstances, but I didn't want to go home that evening. I stayed away from Cam all night, only seeing her at dinner (where she moaned about the fish again). I wanted to tell someone about what had happened last night, but I thought Cam would be angry, and whoever I told would probably tell her, so I decided it was better if I kept it to myself. I went to bed that night feeling miserable, and eventually fell asleep, not realising that yesterday was the last time I would have been happy for a very long time...

A/N Hope you liked this first chapter. Please review. :-)