Kendall found she couldn't focus at work. It didn't matter if she was creating a charger, running the museum, or checking up on the cafe. The first and only thing on her mind was the vicious words Cammy's new teacher had said.

"Doesn't matter. Once a foster kid, always a foster kid," she had uttered. "I've been teaching since before you were born. I have seen kids from every walk of life come through my classroom. Kids like her always struggle, and they always give me the toughest time. I don't expect much from your... sister. It would bode well for you to start lowering your expectations now."

Kendall's blood was still hot from hearing those words. It didn't matter how she tried to twist them, or what reasons she tried to come up with to explain the teacher's beliefs. Perhaps, yes, all of her former students who spent time in foster care had been difficult. However, putting that belief on Cammy, and writing her off before Cammy even got the chance to introduce herself was wrong.

She remembered the day she met Cammy. The Rangers had organized a day at the museum for foster kids to spend some time and bond with adults who had also been in foster care as children. The event was a huge success, and if Kendall could find the funds in the museum budget, she would host it again every year.

On that day, there was one kid who didn't seem to want to connect with anyone. Koda, Shelby, all the Rangers tried to find a suitable foster mentor for her, and even tried to take her under their wing themselves, but Cammy had refused. She was relatively new to foster care, still mourning the loss of her mother and utterly terrified of dinosaurs. Kendall smiled a little, thinking of how Cammy had started off fearing the giant reptiles only to later develop a strong passion for them, wishing to be a paleontologist and make her living off dinosaurs.

Kendall remembered being pointed in Cammy's direction and seeing the little girl for the first time. She was sitting on a bench and practically oozing fear, anxiety and pain. Her heart reached out to Cammy and all she wanted to do was take the little girl in her arms and protect her.

It infuriated her that Cammy's new teacher didn't feel the same way. Kendall was completely mortified that this teacher, who was entrusted every day with the lives and the well being of children, would turn her nose up at those that needed her the most. Cammy was now a happy, well rounded child, with good parents, a stable home and a very loving environment. However, her past was far from being erased, and though it would fade, it would forever haunt her.

Chase and Shelby caught a glimpse of it when they had taken Cammy to Shelby's parents' cottage. Despite a happy life, Cammy was still troubled by her past. She would have moments, usually just before bed or in the middle of the night when she would completely lose control of herself. She would scream out, letting her parents know, in her own way, that she was terrified of being torn away from her home once again. If Kendall was around, she could calm the girl by promising her that her home was with the Fishers, and they would always be her family. However, on nights where Kendall was back in her apartment, if Cammy did throw a fit, she would have to race back in the middle of the night to help her parents.

Cammy was still scared. In eight years, she had never met her father, lost her mother, and lost the first two parents to ever show her true unconditional love. When she finally landed in what she and Kendall both called their forever home, she was still constantly faced with the threat of losing it all. Kendall hated that her responsibility as a Ranger meant she was at risk of leaving Cammy behind. She hated that, without warning, the little girl could lose her.

She needed a safe environment all around. Cammy needed to know that no matter what happened at home, she would be supported and looked after in school. Despite her obsession with cats that seemed to drive Cammy crazy five days a week, Kendall had loved Ms. Patterson. She had been a teacher who wanted the very best for Cammy and who worked hard to make sure the little girl had all the opportunities she deserved. Kendall didn't get the same feeling from Mrs. White, and still felt sick that she had practically abandoned her little sister for the day.

"Is there something on your mind, milady?" Ivan asked, snapping Kendall out of her thoughts as she glanced over to see the Knight making his way further into the lab. She sighed and checked the time, realizing that though she had been trying to get all her work done, she had spent the better part of the day lost in thought and skipped lunch. Usually, when she forgot to eat, one of the Rangers would come down to check on her. It seemed today it was Ivan's turn.

"It's Cammy's first day at school," Kendall said, putting aside her newest charger. "I got to meet her teacher."

"And by the scowl on your face, I assume it did not go well," Ivan said and Kendall gave her head a little nod.

"She's written Cammy off. She's not going to try her best to teach her because she already believes Cammy's not going to amount to much."

Right away Kendall noticed the hurt and angry look on Ivan's face and she knew her feelings were valid.

"She told you that?"

"In her own words," Kendall nodded. "I had to leave Cammy there, with her, and I just feel... awful."

"Is there a reason you did leave her to be with that... crooked-nose knave?"

"She said it has to do with Cammy being in foster care."

"But the young child was adopted," Ivan frowned, clearly a little confused.

"She will have always been a foster child," Kendall stated. "I can't let her think that when people try to judge her for that, she can run away."

"But she's only a child."

"I know," Kendall sighed. "And I'm ready to fight on her behalf, it's just... I hate waiting until something actually happens but I don't want to jump the gun either. I already threatened the teacher if she dismissed Cammy but I feel like that wasn't enough."

"Cammy is quite a scrappy child when the moment calls for it," Ivan assured her. "With your support, I'm sure she'll be able to fight on her own during the day."

"But I don't want her to," Kendall said. "I spent a long time fighting that part of my past."

"And you've come out the victor."

"I shouldn't have had to fight it in the first place," Kendall said. "The validity of my work shouldn't be influenced by how I grew up. My potential shouldn't have been dictated by measures beyond my control. Cammy's just a kid. It's not her fault her mother drank. She's not even the reason her mother drank. Cammy wasn't responsible for the circumstances that led to her being in foster care, nor for what happened to her at that time. So why should those be used as a measure of her future success? Why does anyone think they have a right to deny her the opportunities they would only be too happy to grant kids who have only had one home their whole lives?"

"Lady Kendall, for what it's worth, the Rangers and I have never used your misfortunes to guess your true potential," Ivan assured Kendall, feeling she was so worked up for reasons beyond what happened that morning with Cammy. "And anyone who has must be feelings poorly for ever doubting your spirit. Young Cammy will take after you in that sense. I can assure you."

"I wish she didn't have to," Kendall sighed. Ivan made his way over and put his arm around her shoulders.

"Perhaps it's best that she does. No life is without strife."