Welcome to Chapter 4 of The Fire In Her Eyes! As we get further into this story I hope the development as Camille as a person and character grows along with the length. Even though I am not sure if it is visible yet as she is still being established as a character. For now there is a lot with her, Tasha, and Donald. But don't worry, her relationship with the other teens in the house will be explored in depth soon enough.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

FIHE Ch. 4

"I just need to blow off some steam," Camille whispered to herself. She began to walk around the streets of Mission Creek, until her common sense kicked in and she realized how unsafe it was to walk around aimless this late in the evening.

Camille walked towards the gates of the Mission Creek High School stadium. A quarter left in the game, the crowds were cheering, jeering and sneering. Wanting a bit of space, Camille went over to the cement area behind the bleachers. Even though she stuck out like a sore thumb in her less than casual attire, she was able to weave through the people shifting in her way.

Ken didn't notice her walk by.

Neither did Stephanie.

But in retrospect, it was probably because they were too busy trying to swallow each other's faces.

"What do you think you are doing?" Camille snapped.

Ken and Stephanie broke apart, eyes wide with fear.

"Uh, Camille, it isn't what it looks like-"

"Shut up Steph," Camille sneered. She turned to Ken. "I do not think I would believe this if I was not seeing it with my own eyes,"

"Cam-"

Camille drew back her arm and punched him square in the nose.

Ken shrunk back, trying to cover up his bleeding nose with his hands. Stephanie rushed to his side, attempting to get a good look at it.

"You better watch out darlings, this little girl is capable of murder," Camille huffed. "Because you hurt her,"

Camille then turned and stormed off yet again, leaving too many witnesses for her liking. Well, she thought to herself, at least now they can all learn to fear me. Just as they should.

As she got out of eyesight, she sighed heavily, coming to terms with the fact that she couldn't go home. It wasn't her home anymore. Mother was gone. Jonathan was gone. Even Julius.

The only place she had left was the bloody Davenport household.

"I guess it is better than nothing," Camille muttered, starting the trek back to the mansion.

Once she finally arrived home, she cautiously opened the door.

Donald was sitting quietly on the couch, but he perked up the moment Camille walked in. Tasha was standing in the kitchen, watching her.

"Hey," Camille murmured, heading towards the stairs.

"Are you planning to ignore what happened earlier?" Tasha asked her, casually drying the glasses before putting them into the pantry.

"I- um," Camille stumbled.

"Do you realize how worried you had us?" Tasha asked.

"Tash-"

"Donald, let me do the talking," Tasha ordered. She turned back to Camille. "Can you imagine the fear he felt when you walked out the door to go who knows where,"

"I needed-"

"And imagine the mix of relief and frustration he felt when he got a call from your principal at this time of night," Tasha continued.

"Principle?" Camille asked, confused.

Tasha nodded. "Yes, your principal. Perry said you got a three day suspension for punching another student at tonight's football game,"

"He deserved it," Camille muttered.

"Regardless, I believe your father deserves an apology," Tasha told her firmly.

Camille raised an eyebrow. "For what?" she asked. After seeing the look on Tasha's face, she quickly changed her mind, not allowing Tasha time to speak after opening her mouth.

'Okay, okay," Camille walked down and over to the couch, keeping her eyes locked on the beautiful blue cushion. "Donald, I am sorry for my behavior earlier. I didn't mean to worry you,"

Donald stood up and put a hand on her shoulder. "Thanks. I understand that it has been pretty rough for you lately. And I want you to understand that I am not as weak as I look. I can take a lot more than a few comments. So if you need a rock, I am still here,"

Camille used all her will power not to flinch away from his hand. "Okay,"

"Camille, I only want what is best for you. Believe it or not, I actually do care about you. I don't want our relationship to be, to be like other ones that you have had," Donald said quickly.

"You mean like the one with my mother," Camille nearly hissed.

"I mean that no one in this house is going to try to use you, or hurt you. There is no superficial goals to having you around," Donald told her.

To both Donald and Tasha's surprise, Camille started laughing. "Of course there are. Tasha, you see me as a little lost puppy that you want to save to make yourself feel good, and Donald, you want this to cover up your guilt for not being there. And so you don't get in trouble for child abandonment. Believe it or not, you both have things to gain from me being her. Including my mother's fortune,"

"Camille, we don't-"

Camille interrupted her father. "It's okay. Don't worry about it," She said, with the smallest glimmer of a smile.

The confusing moment was broken by a yawn.

"It appears that it is time for bed," Camille said casually. "I will see both in the morning,"

"Night," Donald called as she rushed upstairs to her room.

The first think Camille noticed when she opened the door to her room was the fact that her cell phone was sitting on her bed. Normally, the device was rarely out of her hand, but in all the commotion Camille hadn't really thought about it.

She laid on her bed and started to play on her phone. Before she knew it, she found herself scrolling through old texts, and for some reason, she ended up on her voicemail. A specific voicemail.

One from her mother, the day before she disappeared.

If Camille had know that that would be the last time her mother would call, she would have bothered to pick up her phone.

Camille slowly lifted the phone to her ear, reliving the moment last week when her ex-boyfriend Mike and her broke up. "Camille," her mother's voice brought chills down her spine.

"I am sorry to here about your latest break up, but I know you will be fine. You are too resilient to let anything as small as this bring you down. Remember, Love is weakness, it only brings you down. It can't really make you happy. Not for long anyway. I will talk to you more when I get home, there are some exciting changes right around the corner!"

Her mother regularly spoke in riddles, so Camille had barely thought about it then.

If mother only knew then, Camille thought to herself. She hadn't realized it until that moment, but hearing her mother's voice had brought Camille to allow a few tears to escape.

"I can't be weak like this," Camille muttered. She stood up and began to pace around the room. "Love is weakness. Love is weakness. She is gone, but there is not a hole in my heart. It doesn't need to be filled. I have no need for this new family," Camille reasoned.

She stopped in the corner of her room, sliding down the wall. "Love is weakness. Love is weakness. Love is weakness," she whispered repeating the mantra to herself until she fell asleep.

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