Four months later

He was still waiting for me. Every week, at the same time every Wednesday, he would call in the radio station. I always expected it. When I was finally released after the fourth months of treatment and rehab, plus court and other complications, somehow only Brandon was put away, the other two got off with a warning. I immediately boarded the next plane home. No one even knew where I had been taken; I didn't even know where I was. The plane ride was long; I had nothing to take with me. I was only on the flight because I had made friends with a few of the nurses and they heard James on the radio every week.

(Flashback)

"Happy birthday. He needs you sweetheart"

"I need him too. But I can't get to him until I'm out of here"

"Well, we're helping. Take this" she said, and out of her pocket she produced a small wad of cash.

"It's a thousand dollars, it'll pay for your fares home and will also get you some lunch and clothing that isn't from the hospital lost and found. Take it"

"I can't take this Jane-"

"James needs you, Cami. Plus it's your birthday. And if you really need him, you'll take the money and go home" Jane told me, enunciating the last two words. So I took the money, hugged Jane, and got the next flight home

(End flashback)

I was finally home. I had my phone in my pocket, which was out of battery, so I took a cab. I went to the bathrooms first. I looked in the mirror. I wasn't the same Cami. My hair was at least two inches longer, so I took a pair of scissors from the counter, not caring what had been on them, and cut the layers back into my hair and chopped the two extra inches off. I wiped my face over with a wet paper towel. I looked normal after the half hour in that airport bathroom. I took a cab to the building, all of this going so fast I can barely remember details. What I remember is the long walk to the room where I knew James would be. I went up the elevator and knocked on his door. Logan opened it. I covered his mouth and hugged him. It had been so long since I had seen them.

"Logan, is James in there?"

"Yeah, come on. No one else is though; Carlos and Kendall went to the pool. Come on" I followed him. He led me through to a closed door. He held his finger to his lips in the universal quiet sign. He knocked on the door.

"James? It's Logan, you alright in there?"

"Yeah, I'm fine" a pain in my chest throbbed when I heard his voice.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah sure" he said. Logan opened the door and sent me through. James wasn't even looking.

"I'm starting to wonder if she's even alive, man"

"She's alive, James, Just look at me" Logan said from the door. James looked up, and his jaw dropped.

"Hey" was all I could think of to say. He leapt of the chair he sat on and wrapped his arms around me. I had missed his warm embrace.

"You have no idea how much I missed you"

"I heard you on the radio, I never missed it. And guess what?"

"What?" he asked; slightly worried.

"This is our someday" I smiled. He smiled back and kissed me.

"So where have you been?" he asked, still in shock. I was on the bed lying parallel to him.

"In hospital and court, I didn't even know what state I was in, all I know is it took me three hours to get from one airport to the stopover, then here in about two hours. And after all the drama in court, only Brandon was put in jail. Cameron and Blake are free to terrorize me. And they've got a vengeance now."

"Well, at least you're back, and we can keep freight train around to protect you...oh boy" he groaned.

"What?"

"Listen" he said simply.

"Nah, I think Carlos made a bigger splash than you" Kendall told Logan, who had joined them down at the pool. A door shut loudly behind them.

"No way. Guys, it's clear the only way to settle this is ask James. It'll get his mind off Cami for a second, so whataya say? Try and get his mind off of her?" Carlos asked.

"I kinda forgot to mention...he's in his room talking to Cami" Logan muttered.

"On the phone?" Carlos asked, I snickered quietly.

"No, in person" Logan said, I could tell he had done it deliberately.

"CAMI!" was all I heard, James threw the cover over me as if it would cushion the blow of the collision and I flinched, two over excited boys crashed into each other in mid-air.

"Guys! Calm down! It's just me!" I cried, shuffling out of the covers which were now pressed down on me from the two boys holding it to the mattress.

"Just you! We've been trying to find you for the past four months!"

"Hold up...four months, why do I feel like that means something?"

"Minor concussion" James murmured to them "still hasn't remembered everything." they nodded.

"Oh crap!" I jumped up "Sara!" James followed me. The boys weren't far behind. Arriving at her apartment a few floors below, the door flew open before I could even get within an arms length of the door.

"It's gonna be fine, we just have to get you to the hospital" Chris was telling Sara.

"What's going on?" James asked.

"James, she's having the baby, can you guys look after Kayla?"

"The three of us can handle Kayla, you two go with them" Kendall told us.

"Two?" Sara asked, finally looking up. I stood there, pale white, unsure of what to do.

"Cami!" she shrieked.

"No time to celebrate just yet, not until this little girl is born" I smiled. We rushed down the hall at as fast a pace that Sara could go.

"You two, go get the car and bring it around front, we'll meet you there" Chris told us. I nodded and took the keys from his outstretched hand. We bolted down the remainder of the hall and smashed the elevator button. I scrambled in and hit the button as if the pressure would make it go faster, which it did not. James and I paced the length of the elevator 29 times before we got to the underground parking lot. I was in too much of a rush to care about how I did things so I clambered into the car and pulled James in. He climbed over the gear-shift and into the passenger seat as I jump started the engine and swung the car towards the exit, going at least ten to twenty miles over the speed limit. As soon as we made it to the front of the building, Sara and Chris stepped out and Chris pulled Sara into the vehicle. I wasted no time in getting to the hospital. Sara and Chris were in their own little world, I was in my own with James as a bystander to my rushed driving. I remembered I wasn't supposed to start driving until next week, but the doctor didn't account for a sister going into labour. Rushing to the emergency lot we were taken in quickly. James and I were left in the waiting room, as boring as that is. We had time to talk.

"So, how much do you remember?" he asked me.

"I didn't forget a lot, what worried them was at the time I had forgotten how to breathe, but that lasted about three minutes, thank the lord for my lungs of a singer, because I was eventually just breathing subconsciously, otherwise I hadn't forgotten anything important. The worst thing was forgetting about my own sister being pregnant, I never forgot about you and Kendall and Logan and Carlos. With all the stuff you guys have done for me, how could i? They are the brothers I always wanted, and you...well, you don't have to try too hard to guess" I smiled. He returned the smile. We waited and talked for about three and a half hours.

"LeBraun?" a nurse called. We stood. She took us through. Sara was bright red in her cheeks and drenched with sweat. She held a baby covered in a green blanket. Chris stared and held his bruised hand, I couldn't help but smile.

"So...?" I asked.

"What are you going to call her?" Chris smiled.

"We won the bet?"

"Yep" Sara smiled.

"I think her first name should be Brooklyn, after the aunty she never met"

"And her middle name should be Cami, after the aunty who will do anything to keep her safe" James smiled, he knew me too well.

"Brooklyn Cami Miller, I like it" Chris smiled. Sara nodded in agreement. The baby in their arms was beautiful. Her hair was a little brown sheet of fluff around her head, her eyes were the deepest green, and her cheeks were so adorably dimpled. James and I left the happy little family to go and tell Kayla what was going on, the poor kid was probably confused. Then again, she's six, can you blame her? I was crushed when I remembered that I was in rehab for her birthday. We drove back to the apartment and found a half broken Barbie on the front step of the building. It had a messed up mono-brow and a moustache drawn on its face. Plus a small pink bike helmet.

"Carlos" we said in unison. We were right, and soon as we stepped through the door we heard a loud cry from the bathroom where the boys and Kayla were shouting "Die Dolly Die!"

"Wow, this kid has them wrapped around her little finger" James chuckled as we walked into the bathroom.

"She gets it from her aunty" I smiled, flipping my hair over my shoulder and picking up the six year old from behind.

"Aunty Cami!" she squealed, wrapping her small arms around my neck in her version of a bear hug. Her hair had grown while I was gone, and she had gotten a bit heavier.

"Have you been killing dollies in the bath-tub again Kayla?"

"Barbie bit me, so I had to kill her" the little girl in my arms said innocently, as if it was obvious.

"Kay, barbie has no teeth, remember what I told you?"

"Barbie's teeth are as fake as her boobs" she recited. The boys all laughed.

"Good girl, Now, go say hi to your Jamie" I told her, crouching down and putting her feet back on the ground. She smiled and turned to see James. She ran squealing over to him and jumped into his arms. Kendall put his hand on my shoulder.

"'Fake as her boobs?'" he questioned.

"What? She was gonna learn sooner or later, just don't tell her mom that I taught her that. She thinks Kayla learned it at day-care" I smiled.

"Right..." he chuckled. I stood watching James and Kayla talking in the doorway. Kayla was giving an in-depth explanation of how Barbie was being mean. James was chuckling inwardly while holding her carefully.

"He was a whole different person while you were gone. He was either out looking for you or he was in his bedroom. He's changed so much already" Logan pointed out.

"Am I the only one that wants to know about the new baby?" Carlos cut in.

"Baby Brooklyn Cami Miller, born and 2:14 pm on the fifteenth of October. I forgot to ask how much she weighs, but she's healthy and adorable." I filled them in. They all nodded and smiled, Logan let the water out of the bathtub and the fully clothed Barbie doll was soon hanging by her hair on a makeshift clothesline that Sara had created in the laundry for delicates. We sat on the couch watching TV, something that was appropriate for Kayla to watch obviously, and we talked.

"Jamie?" James asked with a funny expression on his face. I smiled and nodded.

"Well you are her Jamie" I chuckled.

"Really?" the three boys around us asked.

"Well I do spend loads of time here" James reasoned.

"True" they shrugged.

"You guys are way too in-sync. Do you practice that?"

"Not really, no" Kendall spoke for himself this time.

"Then you guys are really good at that" James said, slightly creeped out. They smiled.

"It's a gift" Logan boasted. Kayla came in the room holding a tightly bound Barbie doll. The doll was bound with little elastic hair ties. One around her wrists, one around her elbows, one around her knees and one around her ankles. And she had very carefully cut a piece of duct tape to fit squarely over the doll's mouth. She marched through the room proudly and hung the doll on the clothesline with the other doll. I smiled. She was learning from her mom. The doll soon hung by her feet and Kayla emerged. We were all mesmerised by the child. She wordlessly stepped into the room, climbed up onto my lap, and fell asleep within seconds. That was when we saw the time. It was nearly midnight. We were expecting that Sara and Chris would stay overnight, so we brought Kayla up to the apartment with us. Her doona and pillows were laid on my bed where I normally slept and she curled up happily, sound asleep. I changed into a pair of flannelette pyjamas and tied my hair into a messy plait as I was used to doing. I never removed my makeup before going to bed, and that wasn't about to start now. I joined James in his room where we continued to talk.

"I can't help but think about how much I missed when I was gone. I know there has to be a lot. You guys aren't normal, that's a fact, so you obviously don't do normal things. So I know I have missed heaps" I grimaced, falling onto the warm sheets. James frowned slightly.

"Nothing interesting happened except for the fact that I wrote that song for you. Otherwise, Logan found a rock in the bottom of the pool, Carlos ran into a wall, and I rarely left my bedroom" he assured me.

"Still, I wish I was there for it. I bet Carlos was even more obsessed with his helmet afterwards. I bet Logan was curious about the rock and tried to find where it came from. It's just the little things you miss" I groaned and stared at a little blue speck on the ceiling, James to my left. He copied my position next to me.

"I know. We all missed the little things about you" he smiled, remembering a conversation.

(Flashback. James's POV)

"I miss her so much, and it's always the little things you never notice that you miss the most, you know?" I mused.

"I know, I miss the way she would sing to herself when she walked around" Logan recounted.

"I miss how she wasn't afraid to be stupid. She loved having fun, and looking ridiculous while doing it." Carlos smiled to himself.

"I miss how she would flick her hair over her shoulder when she was embarrassed." I remembered.

"I miss how she could solve anything but her own problem. She helped me out on several occasions" Kendall grinned. The picture of the small redhead swirled in my mind. She wasn't necessarily small, just shorter than me. I wasn't about to stop looking for her.

"She'll turn up man, if she has a say in the matter she'll come back."

"I just feel guilty. She told me to run for it when they found her again, she told me to leave...and I feel stupid because I did. I shouldn't have. But I did"

"Don't dwell on the past, just remember it like it was a dream...or at least that's what mom always said" Logan recited.

(End Flashback. Cami's POV)

He told me the whole thing; I smiled, knowing they had missed me.

"So," he quickly changed the topic "if Kayla has your bed, where were you planning to sleep?"

"I was thinking the couch, maybe with Kendall or Logan" I joked.

"Hahaha. Very funny." He mocked "come on, I'm getting tired." He told me, I crawled under the warm sheet and turned off the light. I was glad to be home.