Where There's A Spy, There's A Way

part un

chameleon pov

4:53 pm

gallagher academy for exceptional young women

roseville, virginia

The two guards escorting me down the hallway to the Headmistress' office held onto me forcefully, as if I would run away again.

I rolled my eyes. I had gotten all the information I needed and was about to return to the Academy for the beginning of my Senior year when a CIA team had busted into my hotel room in California and dragged me back to Roseville which I totally could have done myself.

I mean, I survived the whole summer without any help, right?

I was pissed beyond belief at the information I'd found, and I'd imagine my mom was just as pissed that I ran off at a time like this, and only leaving a note.

My best friends were probably equally pissed.

Oh and the fact that I ran away without Zachary Goode, the current boy in my life, even though I still had no clue where we stood and the fact that his mother was trying to capture me.

And that I ran away without him.

Oopsie Daisies?

The guard on my left rapped on my mother's door with his knuckles and promptly dragged me into the room two seconds later before pushing me down onto the seat situated in front of her desk and leaving the room all within five seconds.

"Cameron, we've been waiting a long long time for you." I sighed, and then froze realizing my mother said we.

To my right on the couch sat my three best friends, Macey McHenry, the Senator's daughter, Elizabeth Sutton, the resident klutzy genius, and Rebecca Baxter, my best best friend who was probably gonna kick my ass.

And Aunt Abby, who was leaning next to my mother's chair, frowning.

Let's not forget good ol' Zachary Goode, who was leaning in the shadows behind me.

"I wouldn't expect anything less." I smirked (what can I say, making out with Zach must've made him rub off on me) and leaned back in my chair.

"Did you really think you could do it, Cameron?" My aunt asked leaning forward.

"Not really. I'm just astounded that you all think I'm so fucking naïve." Everyone in the room's eyes widened at the use of the f word, including the stone himself.

"Watch your language, young lady." My mother scolded. "What gave you the idea you could run off on your own and find answers that the CIA, Abby, and I couldn't find with you safely inside these walls?"

"It was more like a who," I emphasized. Immediately Zach piped up.

"I gave her the idea, but I really thought she wasn't going to do it, I apologize Ms. Morgan," I refused to turn around and look at him. He was probably glaring at me.

Now for not running away with him, and getting him in trouble.

'I'm quite a catch, aren't i?

"Well Zach, there's not much we can do about it now, but I appreciate your honesty."

Of course he got off easy.

"Seriously Cam, what the hell?" Bex yelled.

I turned to look at my best friends, calculating what to say.

"I needed answers and I discovered three very important ones. I'm sorry I had to leave you, you were safer that way."

"Cam, we're your partners in crime, you can't leave us behind. You need us as much as we need you." Liz said.

"I'm sorry, Lizzie," I said, turning back to my mom. "We need to talk. Alone. Unless you want me spilling all the Morgan secrets? Or should I say Cameron? Since that's your maiden name." I was leaning forward now and the whole room became tense.

My mother's eyes widened. "You know."

"Yes. And I'm pissed."

Abby took this moment to speak, "Alright, Sutton, Baxter, McHenry, Goode, let's go. You can talk to the delinquent later." Reluctantly the five of them left my mother's office and we were alone.

"So Matthew Morgan isn't my father?"

"Not your biological father at least. He was the one who raised you Cam, so he was your father. And he loved you." She reasoned, and I could see in her eyes that she was telling the truth and she wanted so bad for me to believe her.

"Did he know I wasn't his daughter?" I asked, tears welling in my eyes.

My mom hung her head. "I never told him. But if he suspected he never said anything."

"Wow," I said sitting back. "And what about my twin brother?"

My mom's head popped up. "Where did you learn this information? And I know I should have told you, but he died when you were both born and it was just too painful to talk about." Tears were in my mother's eyes. I hated seeing her cry but I really needed answers. Now.

"My sources are confidential and what are you talking about? My brother is alive. You've met him! He goes to Blackthorne!" I yelled, standing up. "Stop lying to me!"

My mother stood up as well. "Cammie, your brother died!" Something the way she said that made us both stop yelling suddenly.

"At least," she whispered, "that's what the doctor's told me. I never saw a body. I always wondered... there were no problems in the pregnancy, and they said that the umbilical chord strangled him while you were both born. You were born first, that's why you didn't die..."

She sat down suddenly, putting her head in her hands. "Oh my god. He's alive. He's alive. HE'S ALIVE!" She yelled jumping up. She ran around her desk frantically. "I'll arrange for another exchange, Cammie, Blackthorne can come back and we'll be together. All of us."

"Even our father?" I asked, as she put her hands on my shoulders.

"That depends, Sweetie." She looked me in the eyes. "Who is your brother?"

I took a deep breath before looking her in the eyes and answering.

"Grant. Grant Smith."

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I left my mother's office as she was scrambling around and frantically making phone calls trying to get Blackthorne to come back to Gallagher.

I made my way to in the infirmary where Joe Solomon was in a coma.

There was no way I was going to let the best spy in the world (that I knew) be a bump on a log like he was.

I sat next to his bed. After minutes of silence I whispered the words, "I know..."

A few moments later, the heart monitor next to my chair picked up and the beeping increased.

Eventually Joe Solomon's eyes fluttered open.

I could tell he was trying to figure out where he was. Eventually his eyes rested on me.

"Cammie?" He asked confused.

"So do you love my mom or my aunt? Because either way we're related." I asked bluntly. I was pissed at Solomon for never being honest with me, and I had lost a lot of my trust in him.

"What the hell?" He asked, becoming more confused then he was five seconds before.

"Oh yeah, welcome back to the real world. We've been waiting."

"Cammie what happened? And what are you talking about?"

I quickly filled him in on Zach blowing up the caves, himself being in a coma, me sneaking out all summer, and finally, "I know about you and my mom."

"You do, huh?" His eyes became pained and he opened his mouth as if to explain.

"I know you're my father. Thanks for never telling me." I got up to leave, while Solomon's mouth dropped open. I turned around, hand on the door, "by the way, mom knows, and she's trying to have another conversion with Blackthorne because your son is alive. Grant, you remember him? Looks like you? Yeah, Grant Smith is your son—and my brother."

If that didn't send Solomon back into a coma I don't know what would.

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Feeling a little bit better after hurting Solomon I slowly travelled to my dorm room. This was going to hurt.

The second I opened the door, I was greeted by Bex's fist. I caught it and quickly used her momentum against her, bringing her to the floor.

She looked up to glare at me. "I missed you too, Bex." I said, and she scrambled up to hug me.

"Don't you ever fucking do that to me again, Cameron. Got it?" She said fiercly, hugging me tighter.

My response was to bury my head in her hair.

She let go of me and smiled.

Sitting on my bed was Zachary Goode, and across from him sat Macey McHenry and Liz Sutton.

Liz popped up and hugged me tightly. "Cammie I missed you so so so much! It's so hard to be the mediator between Bex and Macey!" I hugged her back.

"I missed you too, Lizzie."

She let go suddenly and slapped me on the arm. "And since when do you curse?" She put her hands on her hips and I grinned sheepishly.

Next was Macey. She was purposely ignoring me. I calmly walked over to her, ignoring Zach's intense gaze and sat next to her on her bed.

"Mace," her response was to turn a page in Seventeen. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I know that this whole thing started with us being together and we've been through a lot. And... I missed you and you're constant need to make me over and when you make fun of Tina. You're my sister too, Mace, and I missed you immensely." She looked up from her magazine and stared at me.

"I'm upset because the last time I ran away, you found me, and this time I couldn't find you. I was worried because you and Bex and Liz are the only family I have." Macey doesn't usually open up like this, so I reached over and hugged her.

After five seconds of hugging she pulled back and said, "oh and I'm planning on piercing your nose tonight while you sleep" which made my eyes widen in fear.

Bex and Liz laughed.

Macey looked at me seriously and then said, "just kidding," which made me laugh nervously.

"Hey Mace, why don't we go get lunch?" Bex suggested.

"But I only eat 700 calories per day!" she yelled, dropping her magazine and following Bex and Liz out the door and winking at me.

I sighed and turned to look at Zach. This was surprisingly the conversation I was nervous for.

"Hey, Gallagher Girl." He said.

"Did you know that my father isn't my real father?" I blurted out.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Oh, and while we're at it, you fucking ran away without me!" He yelled.

"I'm sorry," I started. "I know it hurt you that I left without you. But you were right, I needed answers and I needed to protect the people I love." His eyes looked up into mine, but other than that he hadn't moved in minutes.

"But I couldn't get distracted by you Zach, and lets face it, you distract me. And this was something I needed to do myself. I found out some big things and well... this was a good thing, I think." I finished, taking a deep breath. "I hope somehow, someday you can forgive me. Oh, and for the record your best buddy Grant is my twin brother!" I finished.

"What. The. Fuck." Zach said, staring at me like I just spoke in a language other than the 14 we already knew.

"Yeah," I said, running my hands through my hair. "Can you fucking believe it?"

"HE'S YOUR BROTHER?" Zach yelled. "HOLY SHIT."

"Yeah."

"Wait, who's your dad again?" He asked, confused.

"And if you were going to run away why didn't you fucking run away with Zach?" Macey yelled from behind the door. Great, they were listening.

"Good question, McHenry."

"Fuck off, Goode." She yelled and I imagined her giving him the middle finger through the door.

"And here I thought we were on the same side..."

I heard some commotion outside and my Aunt Abby opened the door.

"Cameron, Blackthorne is on their way. And yeah, Rachel told me. And so did Solomon." Then she left. Well, I really made her mad.

My friends walked back in the room.

"What was she talking about?" Bex asked, sitting down next to Zach who kept murmuring, "fuck."

"Blackthorne's coming because Mom didn't know who Grant was because she thought he was dead. And Solomon woke up when I went to yell at him because..."

"Because?" Everyone leaned forward in anticipation, even Liz had her notebook out so she could take notes.

"He's my father." I whispered, looking down.

Zach was right.

Fuck.

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