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You want to know what sucks about passing out from blood loss? The dreams that come with it. They're totally unrealistic, just like the one I had today (tonight?). It was of me, my mom, my friends, Zach (good Zach, not Carson look-a-like aka sir ass-face), and we were happy. Can you believe that? Happy! See that's a complete and total figment of anyone's imagination. The worse part about the dream, besides the fact that I wanted to be real so badly was that my dad was there too. He was living, breathing, there.

"You're strong Cam," he told me, "Nothing will ever change that, I might not be there now physically, but I'll still always be here with you. You'll make it back, and this life you see here will come true. Everything will be fine and I just want you to know I love you." He closed his eyes and turned around. I felt my eyes swelling up and tears forming. I ran, as fast as I could, towards him, but the faster I ran, the farther away he got. Eventually he was out of sight, and I collapsed. It was a complete out of body experience. His words echoed through out the white chasm I was lying in.

My friends, Zach, and my mom had disappeared. I was alone. Just like I was now. This is when everything began to come into perspective. I was waiting to be rescued here. No one was coming for me. My dad disappeared and may or may not be dead. I was alone, and that's how it's going to stay.

I awoke with a start and found tears streaming down my face. My head was stitched and throbbing. The bad part was I wasn't in my cell. I know that seems like a good thing, but it was far from it. I was still in Carson's room. Shoot. Not good. My hands were still bound, but I guess thrashing around in my sleep, I managed to break my ankle restraints on something. I examined the room and found the end posts of the bed broken and splintered. I guess that was easy to figure out.

Some of my hair slumped into my face. Quickly blowing it out of my face, I scanned the room for a way out. The only way I could figure besides the window that was heavily guarded by sensors and other fun contraptions, was the front door. That's when I heard it. They were just tiny puffs of air, but they were easy to identify as human. I turned my head slightly and saw Carson lying beside me in the bed. Okay, gross. He was a spy, an assassin no less, so even the simplest movement should have woken him. That's when I realized that his head was stitched too. I grinned knowing that it would leave a scar and I was the cause of it. He must be out cold if me thrashing around on the bed didn't wake him.

Slowly, I tried to get up from the bed, unsuccessfully though. As soon as my first foot touched the ground, and hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.

"Where do you think you're going Gallagher Girl?" Carson mumbled to me, still have asleep.

"Shhh, I'm not going anywhere, just using the bathroom," I lied quickly.

"Haha," he fake laughed, "very funny, now sit back down or you'll just have to go back to sleep…not optionally." He added at the end. Well crap, I guess I'm not getting out of here then. I sat back down on the bed and huffed. Carson went back to sleep and I just lied back down and looked at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep, at least not while knowing that Carson was lying no more than two inches away from me. I did what I knew to do best after this point. I counted.

What I think was three hours later, I awoke. I must've fallen asleep while counting. I guess that counting sheep thing really does work. Strange. I noticed that the bed was empty. That meant that Carson was gone. I scanned the room to see if he was still present. No sign. I distinctly heard the shower running; good, perfect time for an escape. I stood up and started for the front door, only to be yanked backwards on my butt. My hand was cuffed the bedpost. How cliché. I checked my hair for bobby pins, safety pins, anything, nada, zip, zilch.

I heard the shower water turn off and I knew I only had moments for the devil incarnate arrived to grace my presence. Maybe moments were too long because as soon as the water turned off, Carson came out of the bathroom. Again, not wearing a shirt. Does he really think that will work? Okay, maybe it did a little, I'm not going to lie he's pretty hot.

"Morning sleepy head," he joked at me. I glared in return.

"Let me out of here Carson." I demanded.

"But I can't let you go, it doesn't quite work like that." He walked over and sat down next to me. His green eyes pierced into me. I turned my head to avoid the awkward eye contact. He placed his hand on my cheek and turned my head towards him. I wanted so badly to close my eyes, just so I didn't have to look at him, but I knew that if I did I would very easily miss a vital opportunity. Plus, he could try and kiss me again.

"Why keep me here Carson? Why keep me here instead of in my cell. What can I possibly have to offer you? I know that you guys are looking for whatever the heck Ioseph had, but I can't help you. Because I. Don't. Know. I don't know what it is and I don't know where it is. I don't know what it does, and I don't know why it's important. What I do know is that you keep toying with my emotions and pretty soon I'm going to be labeled clinically insane. All I want to know is why keep up the act. You got me here, you finished your mission." I looked over at him and he looked completely shocked. I guess he didn't expect that whole revelation.

"See that's where you're wrong. We don't want you for what you know. After the first day we knew you didn't know anything. We ju-" He told me, but I quickly interrupted.

"Then why keep me here!" I screamed.

"Just because you're not the one we want, doesn't mean we still can't use you. You're…leverage…" He told me. He still stared at me, and I squirmed under his gaze. I'm finished with this.

"I just want to go home," I said softly. He placed a hand on me back and started to rub circles in it. This was the Zach that I knew, not Carson. This is the person that I met at the exchange, the one that tailed me in DC, the one that held me close in the train compartment. This was the person I fell in love with.

"I know you do." He whispered in my ear, sending chills up my spine. I abruptly stood up and tried to walk away from him, but then remembered I was handcuffed to the bed. I noticed the key was lying on the opposite room, completely out of my reach. Dang it.

"Just stop it Za-Carson," I corrected myself. I was getting so used to him being the Zach that I knew, that I was calling him it too.

"Stop what Gallagher Girl?" he smirked at me. And that Zach is gone now.

"You know what!" I shouted at him. "You do and say these things and you just confuse me. I want to know why, I want to know why you play me like this!"

"Who said I was playing you?" he questioned me.

"Well, first of all you turned me into your mother, your mother, to get tortured, and then you kiss me, and leave, again. And you just-you just- you just- Gah! Just leave me alone; I don't want to deal with you. I want you gone, out of my life; I never want to see you again! There's a certain limit you can push someone to Carson, and you pushed me past that long ago." I threw my hands up, and attempted to stomp away. Inevitably, I fell on my rear. Goddamn handcuffs. I collapsed on the ground and placed my hands over my eyes.

Carson came and sat next to me. "I'm not playing you Gallagher Girl," Carson said to me.

"Give me one good reason why I should believe you." I breathed out shakily.

"That's because I love you." Carson said. That's when time stopped. The world literally stopped spinning and I nearly passed out.

"That's not good enough," I told him. I glared at him. I managed to find a spare broken paper clip and I picked the handcuffs in two seconds flat. To give myself the element of surprise though I stood up first.

Carson looked over at me and his eyes were ablaze. His emerald eyes darkened and his hands balled up into fists. The vein in his neck popped out, and his muscles tensed. I released my hands from the cuffs and sprung into action. My hand flew out for a blow to the face, but he easily countered it.

"That's it!" he screamed at me, as he tried to land a hit to my stomach. I was able to duck though and swipe at his feet. He jumped just in time though, landing on his feet like a cat. "That's not good enough!" He went in for another hit, right at my injury. It was a near hit. If he had been less than a millimeter closer I would have been down for the count.

"I'm leaving Carson, and you can't stop me." There's one thing that my dad taught me before he went MIA. If you ever get in a fight with a guy, there's a pretty practical way to win. First get them angry. Check. Next, typically when angry the brain can only focus on one task, and won't pay attention to two incoming projectiles at once. So basically, go in for a punch, and then since it's a guy hit lower, where it really counts. It's not a clean, pretty move, but it's effective.

I lifted my fist, and let it fly towards his nose, as predicted, his eyes tracked my fist looking for the counter, that's when I brought my foot up and kicked as hard a I could right between the legs. Like I said, not pretty but effective.

Carson crumpled to one knee, but got up no more than two seconds later. What the heck was going on?

"Oh come on Gallagher Girl," he spoke, "give me a little more credit than that, you know I'd never go into a room with a potential threat without certain 'protection'" he put air quotes around 'protection.' The fight continued on, but I was tired. I've been malnourished for days, and out of training for god knows how long. He, on the other hand, looked like he had more than he wanted and extra training to boot. Eventually Carson managed to pin me, my hands above my head, and my legs trapped beneath his. If anyone came in and saw us like this, it would definitely raise some questions.

"Let me go." I demanded.

"No, not until you say it," Carson demanded from me. Say what? "That you love me back," he responded. I need to learn to keep my mouth shut.

"Oh come on," I said sarcastically. "You can't be serious, you don't love me and I don't love you. End of story." Lie, I did love him, but the old him, not this monster.

"But that's where you're wrong. I really do love you Gallagher Girl, but I have a commitment here to the Circle." I rolled my eyes at this.

"Still don't believe me?" he questioned. "Well, we'll just have to change that." He leaned in closer and soon his lips were on mine again, and there absolutely no way I was going to get out of this. I really felt it though, the love, the passion, the pure honesty that was in this kiss. I never kissed back though. He was still on top of me, but he let his guard down a little, just a little, but that gave me an opening. I was about to flip out of his grasp when we were interrupted.

"Cammie?"