A/N: Hi Everyone, it's me again (No S**t Sherlock).

I'm really sorry bout the long update, but I do have a reason – school work. Homework. Assignments. Memorising a script for Drama. State Athletics all of last weekend. Sport all of this weekend (27-28).

Also, I have had a problem getting out this next chapter. Not writers-block exactly…..

Ok ladies and any gentlemen out there – So I know how I want my story to go, I knew exactly what I wanted to put in this chapter and everything I wanted said – I was just having a problem about how to write it out. See I have a huge – in a way- plot twist that will be coming up soon, and I wanted to write something that leads up to it without giving much away. So that was my problem.

Disclaimer: Roses are Red; violets are blue – blah, blah, blah I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!

Chapter 15: Gifts

Cammie POV

The field was the most beautiful, vivacious colour of green. The trees and bushes echoed the glades serenity. Roses, lilies, tulips, poppies, daisies and orchids dotted the ground. I lay on my back, staring at the most beautiful sunrise.

I closed my eyes and sighed in content. The trickling of the river and the rustling of the leaves in the tree's added to the glades soothing effect.

My white, sleeveless dress echoed a style from a hundred years ago. This place was as timeless as the heaven.

As the glad faded away, a melody from a forgotten memory started echoing.

I woke with a start and started to shiver violently. Why is it so cold? I opened one of my eyes and looked around me. Opps. I had fallen asleep in the tower room and at some time during the night it had started to drizzle.

I looked over my wet shorts and tank top – Note: Get new PJ's.

I glanced one more time out the hole in the wall and entered the secret passage. I wasn't really paying too much attention to where I was going, but I knew these passageways like the back of my hand.

I put an ear to the wall and listened. Not a sound could be heard behind the wall. I quietly slipped out of the passageway and tip-toed to my room. Luckily, no one was up yet otherwise it would have been a really awkward conversation. Twice on my adventure, I thought that I heard footsteps behind me but no one was there. When I finally reached my room, I was slightly on edge. I glance at the glowing numbers on Bex's iPod dock told me it was just past six. I decided that an early breakfast was in order so I quietly had a steaming hot shower and got dressed. The only sounds in our room seemed to be the deep breathing of Liz, Bex and Macey (plus Bex's light snoring and the whistling of air as it went past Macey's diamond nose stud).

I tried not to giggle as I passed Macey's bed – she had become tangled in her bed sheets and was spread out like a starfish on its back. I shook my head and headed for the Dining hall. The smells that had started to waft from the kitchen sent my mouth watering. No one else was around so I went into the kitchen.

"Hello Ms. Morgan," Helga, one of the chefs, greeted me. Helga was a rounded woman with sparkling blue eyes and an everlasting pink tint to her face. She was like a second mother to me – always going on about the fact that I never eat enough and that soon enough I'll be "all bone."

"Hi Helga," I couldn't help smiling as she fretted over a burnt piece of toast and scolded one of the other chefs about how the toast always had to be a 'golden brown' not a 'deep-gold russet colour.'

"Ms. Morgan, what is happening to you? You're wasting away! Soon you be as petit as the 'upermodels on the Television!" Helga had been born in Switzerland, grown up in Sweden, learnt to cook in France and had been in America for four years – sometimes one of her many accents would come through mid-sentence.

"Helga, what I eat in a day is triple what a model eats in a week!" I defended myself to no end. All Helga did was force four pieces of toast, a tub of strawberry yoghurt, a glass of orange juice and an apple at me.

She pointed her spoon at me – "eat up Ms. Morgan, before it gets to cold!" I giggled at her and being extremely dramatic and Bex-like, I made a big Dramatic show of taking a bite of the buttered-toast. Helga nodded, obviously pleased at me. Naomi giggled and Gerald rolled his eyes.

Naomi, Harold, Albert and Gerald – Helga's apprentices – fluttered about the room, striking up random conversation with me as I ate my breakfast. Naomi was lean and a little over five-feet tall, but boy could she talk. Naomi was very much like Helga. Harold and Gerald had been inseparable since they hit puberty (literally). They had been brought up in the same orphanage; eventually Harold had been adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Friltip and soon after Gerald had been adopted by the Parkinson's – neighbors to the Friltip's. They had hated each other's guts until Harold was fifteen and Gerald was thirteen – which was when Gerald and Harold had started going out. Five years on and they still had a steady and open relationship. They seemed to be telepathic, Harold would always know what Gerald needed or what he wanted help with and vice-versa with Gerald.

"So, Cammie, darling what's been happening with you lately?" Gerald asked me. I sighed, "Well…"

Harold chimed in, "Boy problem?" I nodded to him.

"Oh! Come on Cammie, you can tell us anything!" Gerald stated.

"Well it started three days ago when his boy kissed me…" I told them everything and after I had finished Naomi and Albert had joined our little circle.

"Oh M G Cammie! Is this boy you're talking about the green-eyed, black haired hottie that I am continually checking out while supposedly bringing out the desserts?" my eyes widened and I nodded up at her, speechless.

"I knew it!" she screeched to me – did I mention that Naomi is slightly knocked up in the head? I mean, seriously she must have a split-personality or something. Albert was also gaping at her. Albert was one of the most attractive, good-hearted, honest and shyest guys I've met, but he is totally in love with Naomi and she doesn't even notice!

"Ok Nay, fantasyland doesn't happen until you are alone in your bedroom, hugging a picture of the guy you are stalking," I giggled at the four of them.

"Just because the only guys who want to go out with me are either; stalkers, mentally challenge or cheats doesn't mean that I am incapable of getting a boyfriend. For all you guys know, I might have wanted to ask Albert out tonight!" Albert's mouth was now fully open now. Naomi looked at him and blushed.

"Sorry Al, just couldn't think of any other guy to use,' on seeing his crestfallen expression, all the colour drained from her face.

"Oh god Al! I didn't mean it like that! Of course I like you and all! You are, like, my best friend ever and, like, I would never mean…" Albert's face had turned pale when Naomi had called him her best friend.

Helga chose this moment to come over. She had obviously been listening the entire time, because she was smirking at some unsaid thing. She came up and stood in between Al and Nay.

"Albert, I think now might be the time," Al glanced at Helga, clearly unsure. He nodded once then led Naomi off into a corner.

Gerald, Harold and I watched them. Using my lip reading skills I clearly understood what was being said. The couple turned to me and I started explaining. When we looked back again Naomi and Albert had started a really hot make out session. I turned to Harold and Gerald. They grinned at me. At the same time we all let out a piercing wolf-whistle.

Naomi turned to us, her hair looked like a birds nest and blushed madly – Al on the other hand looked extremely smug and happy. Behind me Helga whipped her hands onto the dish-towel she was carrying.

"A job well done I is thinking," I turned to her and grinned.

"Very well done indeed Helga," Harold agreed.

"Jolly good, I should say," Gerald added.

"My only question is…" Gerald started.

"Why aren't we allowed to do that?" Harold finished.

My laughter turned to a splutter and Gerald had to pat my back. I smiled at him and he grinned back, lopsided. I can see what Harold likes about him. Gerald is kind, good-looking, funny, stubborn and outgoing. Harold is shy, dedicated, headstrong, good-looking and serious – they complement each other nicely.

"Guys, we need to get back to the matter at hand!" Nay had returned and was acting like nothing had happened.

"So let me get this straight– One guy is in love with you and you used to go out with him and he wants to re-start that extremely dysfunctional relationship because he thinks that you still care about him- this guy is also a civilian and a bit of a dick. Another boy you just met likes you a lot, asked you out on a date that you didn't think was a date and during this date-that-wasn't-a-date you met previously explained ex-boyfriend who seemed to want to date asking guy's head in. Lastly, you have a totally mysterious, hot/sexy god who kissed you and left, then saved your life on numerous occasions, come back and tell you that guy who did the date asking is a totally bastard and that you shouldn't trust him – despite hot god's orders you went on a date-that-wasn't-a-date (hereby known as DTWAT) and met your ex and mysterious sex god. Ex wanted to bash both DTWAT guy and the mysteriously sexy guy. DTWAT boy was completely in the shadows that this meeting was causing you to feel an 11 on the 1 to 10 scale of awkwardness. But the sex-guy noticed and didn't do anything. After the meeting, no one was bashed - but you did get into a hot and heavy make-out jamboree with DTWAT boy. Correct?" I nodded at Nay.

"It wasn't a hot and heavy make out session!" I exclaimed.

Gerald and Harold sat staring at ma and Nay in confusion. Luckily Al came to the rescue – "Easier and less confusing explanation: So on one hand you have a guy who seems perfect for you, another that could be perfect for you and one other that you have no clue about whatsoever?" I nodded at him.

"I think that you should stay single!" declared Harold. "All in favor raise their hand," Gerald, Al, Nay and Helga all raised a hand.

"Problem solved!" Nay yelled out.

"Now, can I go back to kissing Albert?"

"You come back soon Ms. Morgan and eat more, okay?" Helga called after me as I entered the chaos that was breakfast. I nodded at her and waved at my friends. Harold and Gerald had linked hands and had started waving with their free hands; Nay and Al had become distracted by each other and had started another make-out session. Helga slapped Al round the head and brandished her spoon at Nay, who promptly went inside and finished doing whatever job she was supposed to be doing.

One Big Happy Family.

I was laughing to myself when I sat down with my friends. Macey was too busy explaining how eye-shadow is the better and more effective weapon in the Amazon rainforest. Bex was debating that lip-gloss was (don't ask me how). So I started a conversation with Eva (Liz was busy going over her COW extra-credit assignment).

"Did you hear that Michael Church and Kim Lee had been caught kissing behind the Poisons' section in the library?" Eva asked Mick, Courtney and I. We shock our heads and then Anna joined the conversation.

"Hey Mick, are you and Damien really going out?" Mick looked offended.

"Why would I go out with him, when Grant and Jules obviously like me?" Anna was the one who looked offended now.

"What's wrong with Damien?" I glanced at her- she was red-faced.

"Why Anna – do you like him or something?" Eva asked slyly. Anna gulped.

She opened and closed her mouth at least half a dozen times before answering – "I'm actually going out with him." We all gaped at her.

Anna? ANNA Fetterman had a secret Boyfriend? That we didn't know about? I was a girl SPY after all – and I didn't even KNOW?!

"Anna! Why didn't you tell us about this?" Eva screeched and half the students and a good percentage of the teachers looked at her. Anna's eyes widened and she tried to calm Eva down.

"Shh, shh – just calm down Eva! It's not my fault! We didn't want too many people to know! We wanted it to be a secret!" Anna's excuse was a good one, but still I felt horrible.

"I'm really happy for you Anna – I can tell that you really like him!" No idea if that's true, but it sounds really supportive and caring.

I excused myself and left the table. I could feel eyes on my back and when I glanced at Alex it wasn't him. I used a nearby pitcher of orange juice to look around and behind me. In the reflective surface of the pitcher I met Zach's eyes.

"Covers, legends and lies are our official life as spies," Mr. Solomon's eyes met mine as he lounged about on his desk. It was supposed to be casual, but I felt the seriousness of his talk. "But what is the unofficial story?"

No one raised a hand, no one coughed or moved, no one seemed to breathe and no one had an answer. Not even Zach or Alex.

I knew. But my gut told me to stay quiet and not draw the extra attention to myself. But I raised my hand anyway.

"The unofficial story is our families, friends, loved-ones… It is the life we lead away from our world," I felt the eyes of my class mates on me, but I kept contact with Solomon. He nodded and a hint of a smile appeared on his lips.

"Why is it unofficial Ms. Morgan?" I gulped.

"Because of our feelings for them, we put them in danger – the less people who know about us the better and safer everyone we know becomes," A smile appeared on Solomon's lips.

"Very good Ms. Morgan," I hoped the blood wouldn't creep into my checks – I look terrible when I blush.

"What Ms. Morgan says is one of the many reasons why we have an unofficial life… the others I'll let you work out for yourselves. In a week, we will be going on a field trip you Canada, here you will test some of your knowledge and learn a few tricks from your new classmates. Do not waist this opportunity ladies and gentlemen," Solomon sounded so deadly serious that I sat up a little bit straighter.

"It's a hard life for us to achieve children: One that all civilians get to lead every day without really thinking about it. In a way civilians are luckier then you… and in others they are completely un-lucky."

I couldn't help looking back at Alex. He was staring at me. I smiled and he smiled back, I focused my attention back to Mr. Solomon. In my mind I was feeling Alex's lips on mine… Snap out of it Cammie! I needed to tell someone. I needed Macey.

"My only word of advice: Be careful what you wish for, it might just come true," With that cheery and cryptic comment, Mr. Solomon left us alone.

My internal clock told me that we had 36minutes, 18seconds before our next class. So I grabbed Macey's arm and dragged her to a deserted corridor. Macey gave me a really dirty look and I felt extremely scared for my life.

"What is it Cammie? It better be important! I could be spending the next half an hour with Will," her voice dropped to an extremely threatening tone and my mouth closed up. This was a stupid idea! Macey wouldn't understand.

Macey must have noticed my facial expression, because her brow suddenly became furrowed.

"What's the matter Cammie? You can tell me anything you want to," I looked at her and it all tumbled out.

"So now I am continually thinking about his kiss and it's driving me crazy!" Macey had been quiet the entire time.

"What is the matter with me?" I ask her quietly. Macey held up a hand and gave it some thought.

"It seems that since you have been deprived of a healthy physical relationship in the past year and a half, your body wants anything resembling it," trust Macey to make it more confusing than it was before.

Macey sighs: "Your body likie kissy Alex."

I glare at her, she smirks.

"I'm sorry about not telling you about this whole problem Mace, I was just nervous about how you would react," Macey smiles at me.

"Hey Cammie, do you think that the reason behind Zach's behavior is that he is jealous?" I shrug my shoulders in response.

"Who knows Mace, who really knows," I wish that I knew.

"But Mace, you can't tell anyone – not even Bex or Liz! This is between you and me it's… our little secret, 'k!" Macey nods in response, not looking at all happy. I smile at her I try and say Thank You through my smile – I hope it works.

It does and some Macey's smiling back at me and I feel extremely happy.

"Thanks Macey, thank you so much."

As much as I hate to admit it, I really do feel guilty about not telling Bex and Liz about Alex: but no time to dwell on the past (or present…).

Time was moving at the normal speed here in Gallagher. The outside world was never spoken of, and we didn't try to bring the subject up. Friday and Saturday went by and soon enough it was Sunday.

"Cammie!" Liz wailed at me. Bex, Macey and I had confiscated Liz's laptop and let's just say no one throw's a better tantrum then when Liz loses a piece of valuable technology.

"Are you trying to make me fail!?" I rolled my eyes at Macey and she giggled. Bex was the one who answered.

"Look Liz- if we actually attempted to kill you, we would take you out to the Peruvian Rain Forest, leave you with a loaf of Bread and a flask of water, in the middle of a swamp… with crocodiles and a group of jungle cat's waiting nearby." Good old Bex.

"That or we'd shot you," Macey added to cheer up the suddenly dark Auror. I smiled helpfully at Liz, "We won't actually kill you though!"

Liz mumbled something under her breath (I distinctly heard the words: sleep, murder, laser and bra). I noticed a group of boys up a head and I casually announced the fact to my friends.

"Is that Jonas, Will, Jules and Grant?" They abandoned me in record time. I heard Bex become all flirty, Liz become all nervous and Macey become Macey-like. Stupid, love struck, hormonal, teenage Girls.

"See you later guys," no one heard me.

"You guys are the best friends ever – no doubt about it!" I mumbled, darkly to myself. I guess the rest of my Sunday afternoon is free! Continuing to muttered dark words under my breath, I walked along the edge of the forest, kicking stones and having the best fun ever!

"Hey Gallagher Girl," I stopped dead in my tracks and spun around to face the row of tree's behind me. Zach was leaning up against a tall, extremely old tree. Branches hung low, leaves touching the ground – he was so still that I almost missed him the first time I looked – like he was part of the shadows.

"Zach?" I said it more like a question. Zach un-hitched himself from the trees and steeped into the light. He stopped, about five feet from my statue like self. I cleared my throat and tried again.

"Hey Zach, what's up?" Cool and completely un-nervous. Yeah, right.

I shrugged his broad shoulders and cocked his head to the side, "Nothing to report… and you?"

Don't look at his lips, don't look at his lips, don't look at his lips, Do NOT look at his lips…

"Sam old, same old and how are Grant, Jonas and Will?" keep a smooth and irrelevant conversation going for my own safety – check.

Zach smirked his smirk, "Oh – Jonas is going work and trying to outdo Liz, Will's trying to keep Macey interested and Grants… being Grant – you know, reading his secret play-boys by torchlight when he thinks that Jonas and I are asleep."

I gaped at him and his smirk grew wider, I wanted so badly to run away before I could make a fool of myself. I started planning all the possible escape routes and excuses – I left the hair curler on could work…

"Want to go for a walk Gallagher Girl," he cocked his head to the wild groves behind him and I nodded like an idiot.

We walked in silence for what felt like an hour. The birds fluttered around the tree-tops and the animals scurried across the moss-covered floor. If I had a picture I would have used it then. I glanced at Zach out of the corner of my eyes.

He wore a light tan jacket, jeans and sneakers - underneath his jacket I caught a glimpse of a grey t-shirt. I forced my eyes to his face and was surprised to find him looking at me.

"How have you been Zach?" I asked him quietly. He smirked.

"You've already asked me that Gallagher Girl – what I want to know is: how are you and your boyfriend going?" I stopped walking.

"I don't have a boyfriend – who said I had a boyfriend? We haven't heard anything about me having a boyfriend!" I demanded, he laughed.

"Down girl, down," I scowled at him and he smirked at me –that stupid smirk!

"It was being implied around the Blackthorne camp and Iver just kept adding fire to the flame," I scowled again.

"We're just friends Goode – nothing more and nothing less," I think I heard him mumble 'I wish it was less' under his breath but I carefully ignored him.

"Wait – who's we exactly?" I shrugged – none of your business.

He chuckled to himself quietly – "You never change Gallagher Girl." I poked my tongue out at him and paraded forward. It worked well enough, until I tripped on a tree branch. I braced myself for the fall, but Zach's arms had circled my waist and held me up.

"Easy Cammie, easy," when he knew I could walk again his arms left my waist and I suddenly felt cold. We kept walking in silence.

"What were your parents like?" the question caught us both of guard. I cursed to myself – stupid, stupid Cammie!

"What do you want to know?" he asked carefully.

"What did they look like?" I decided to keep the conversation going – but slowly get into it.

"My dad looked like me – same colored hair, same tall build, same skin… my mum was the most beautiful women ever – she had auburn hair, mum was tall, slim and had the most beautiful smile ever," Zach was off in his own world, re-living the happy past with his parents.

"Did she have your eyes?" He nodded and continued talking again.

"Mum was one of the fairest and smartest people I knew. Mum wasn't just book and spy smart either – she seemed to know things that most other people didn't take notice of, or consider important – she knew every birds call, the name of every tree and flower. She remembered the names of everyone she ever met and always tried to repay a good deed. Mum wasn't just a spy; she was a friend to many, a loved one and a mother in every right. Most people don't believe me when I tell them, but it's true – Dad would always be looking at her, completely awed by the love of his life."

"I overheard him telling a group of friends the exact same thing I just told you: 'Stephanie is a truly the most extraordinary and wonderful person I have ever met. I still don't understand why she picked me!' He asked mum once and her reply was simple and cryptic 'You saw me when no one else would Arthur.' But that was just them I suppose."

Zach finally came out of his memory and looked at me.

"What brought his on Gallagher Girl?"

"Zach, do you remember the last time you where at Gallagher and we planted bugs in your room," he nodded, "Well we kind of did the same thing again and I stumbled across a picture of you… and your parents."

Zach didn't say a thing and I became nervous, "Zach please say something! I didn't mean to find it and I haven't told anyone about it, not even Bex, Macey or Liz."

Zach turned to me and looked me over I stood still and waited for his anger, but nothing came.

"Promise me you won't say anything – to anyone!" I nod and he relaxes.

"We better get back to school. When the sun goes down, everything that goes bump in the night wakes up."

Dinner with mum. One of the most dangerous missions I'll ever go on – every Sunday night I get tested on my knowledge of poisons and deadly meals. I really hate mum's cooking sometimes.

"So Cammie, do you like your pasta?" Mum asks me innocently. I smile brightly and take a big bite of the semi-eatable meal. It's one of mum's best dishes.

Something really special is going on – mum has lighted a bunch of candles and we're eating in their light. The TV isn't on either and so far mum hasn't sprung anything dangerous on me yet.

"What's the special occasion mum?" I ask (I really hate suspense).

"Do I have to have an excuse for wanting a nice, candle dinner with my only daughter?" I look at her, sarcasm plain on my face.

She sighs and drops her fork on the table, it bounces off and clatters to the floor, mum pays no attention, her face is in her hands and she's leaning on the table for support. When she looks up, a thousand new lines have appeared on her face. I go to her and try to comfort her.

"Mum, is everything alright? I'm worried about you," mum doesn't look up; instead she points to her desk.

"On the desk, in the bottom draw on the left hand side is a box – bring it to me Cammie," I do as directed. The box has been wrapped in baby blue paper and tied with a silver bow. It looks like it has been wrapped this way for a very long time.

I bring the package to her, but she doesn't take it.

"Open it Cam - it's for you."

I stare at her, dumbstruck and fumble with the bow. It falls away easily and I slide the lid of the box. Inside is a circular box of some kind, engraved with crosses, moons, stars and intricately designed swirls. It's breathtaking.

"Mum…" she cuts me off.

"Open it up Cammie," I don't.

"Open it now Cameron, don't make me ask again or force me do it," she's pleading with me.

I take the delicate box out and lift the lid. I tune starts playing soft, beautiful, tender and oddly familiar – it's a music box. I start humming along and finish taking the lid off. I nearly drop the music box in shock.

"Mum, what is this?" Mum talks into her arms.

"Take the locket out Cammie, and read the writing engraved at the bottom," there's writing?

The locket is heart-shaped and made of silver. The actual heart shape is made from a group of entwining swirls, vines and lines. I can't even place the beginning of one swirl.

I carefully lift the locket out and lay it out on the table. The bottom of the music box is covered with red velvet. I take of the velvet and start reading the engraved writing;

"If you love something, set it free.
If it comes back to you, it was always yours.
If it doesn't, it never was."

"Mum…" I can't speak another word. I pick up the locket again and try to open it. I can't do it with one hand, placing the music box down at the last minute it slips and land with a thump on the table, the tune stutters for a moment and resumes playing. I gasp and check for damage – nothing different. I turn over the music box and find a tiny scrap of paper attached to its bottom.

I unfold the paper and try not to throw away the piece of yellowed paper with such familiar writing on it.

Dearest Cammie,

Happy 18th Birthday my darling daughter, you have grown into one of the finest young women I have ever seen.

If your mother gives this to you I must not be home for your birthday. You'll remember this music box from your youth - I want you to have it. My Great grandmother gave this to my grandmother, and in her turn she gave it to my father, who in his turn gave it to me and now I give it to you.

I also give you this necklace – which has been in our family for more than ten generations. It was thought to be lost until your grandmother found it in an old box.

As long as the locket doesn't break, I will be with you and loving you no matter what I face.

Happy Birthday Cameron Ann.

Love for ever your father.

I'm holding back the sobs that have a risen in my throat and holding back the tears that want to fall.

"Oh Daddy…" I let out a strangled sob and look to mum. Her face has risen and I see the trails that have been left by the tears she has been crying.

"He always wanted you to have it," her voice still sounds strong and her tears have stopped falling. I can't hold back my tears any longer and I crawl into her lap and start to cry into her shoulder.

"Why give it to me now?" I sob. My tears shake my whole body and I can feel mum's hand moving in a comforting circle on my back.

"Because, with everything that has happened I thought that now would be the best time," I let out a whimper and burry my face even deeper into her shoulder. Mum lets me cry and combs my hair.

"I miss him so much," I whisper.

"I know you do honey, it's not just you either- I miss him too." I whimper again and mum hugs me tighter than ever.

"He always loved us Cammie – never forget that," the sound coming from the music box is starting to slow now and I start to hum it again. Mum notices and starts singing softly.

"I dream of Dancing Bears and
painted wings
In a field of fallen leaves.

Where dreams are called to life,
and hopes are remembered
Where day and night are one and the same.

No one cries for lost ones,
Anymore.
Where day and night are one and the same.

Stars always shine from above,
even in storms.
This is where I want to be.

Just you and me for eternity."

The music box whirred and finally came to a stop. The exhaustion hit me like a soft breeze and I feel asleep in mum's arms, dad's music box started playing again and I recognized the tune from my dream.

A/N: I hope you liked it!

I'm sorry about the song – I don't have a talent for that sort of thing, but I asked my friend and she loved it so I put it in.

Once again I'm really sorry for the long wait, but I included Zammie and Cammie's dad so I'm forgiven – right?

What is your fav line so far? Please tell me, I really want to hear!

Read and Review, (Longest Chapter so far!).

-Agent 006