A/N: Hey, I just worked out how you do one of these things. Anyway here's another chappie, hope you enjoy! I'd just like to say that if I get anything wrong, like anything in England (well that would be because I live in Sydney), or anything wrong that happened differently in the book, just tell me and I'll change it.

Cam

Jack arrives just as Em faints again. We lift her into the truck and take her straight home.

Dad takes her into his surgery. Because our house is so big we have dad's work here in the house as well. We wait while he does tests on her. It just doesn't make any sense. She must be dehydrated, or stressed, or something, why would she be getting such bad headaches?

Jake and I are both pacing the waiting room as dad comes out. He takes of his gloves and washes his hands slowly.

'So?' Jack asks. We both look at him expectantly. He looks up and smiles at us both fretting.

'She's going to be okay I think, but she's in a fragile state at the moment we have to wait till the test results come back. There doesn't seem to be any medical reason for her headaches. It could be something personal, something that we can't tell through practical test, like if she's dehydrated. But I'm not really sure that she can be taken home yet. I want to ask her a couple of questions, and I'm pretty sure that she can't be moved a great distance.'

Jack looks relieved, but I'm not sure about dad's answer. No medical reason? That's not possible, you can even tell if a person is dehydrated doing tests, right? We go into dad's room, and move Em into an old nursery that we haven't used in a while.

I think of all the stuff she told me. It was as though there was a tap on her mouth and she couldn't keep the stuff from flowing out. Not that I minded though. I just feel terrible. She had a really hard time last year, but my life's perfect. And I don't think anything will change that.

I told her so much about myself too. Stuff that I never thought I'd tell anybody. She was just so nice. Sitting there, listening to me smiling and nodding.

She's a great listener. She didn't sit there fiddling. But looked up at the sky, her eyebrows knitted together with concentration. She didn't give any crap advice either, just slowly asked me what I wanted and then helped me figure out what to do.

It wasn't even as though I had heaps of problems either. I just told her how I was sick of everybody wanting me to go in the same footsteps as my father. They all want me to be just like him. They have given up on Jack, just because he doesn't want to go to Uni. Nobody wants to listen or hear that I don't want to be a doctor. Only Peter understands.

It's weird, it seemed as though Em could relate to everything I had said. But she hadn't mentioned her father. For some reason I feel like I know her really well.

I smile as I remember her laughing when I told her about Peter, my grandfather who insists on us all to call him Peter as anything else makes him sound to old. Her laugh was so beautiful. Her eyes crinkled at the edges and she clutched her stomach rocking back and forth. It hadn't even been that funny. But we had both been talking about such tense things that it lightened everything up.

We sat under the tree baking in the sunlight that occasionally escaped from the leaves clutches. She took her hair out after a while and let her long golden locks dance around her head. Her intense blue eyes were running as she mischievously grinned at me, her plump lips widening and showing off her straight teeth. She looked a lot better, as though she hadn't even passed out. She was laughing, and acting, well, I guess acting like she normally does. She stood up and grabbed my hand and started climbing the tree, one handed.

'What are you doing?' I had yelled at her. Letting go of my hand she said:

'What do you think, going to the top!' She leapt up the tree like a monkey, but looking as graceful as a dancer at the same time. She reached the top and sat down in a branch. She looked down at me expectantly.

'So are you coming or what?' she yelled down at me grinning. I grinned back and started slowly climbing my way up.

'You're as slow as an old man,' she told me when I finally reached her. We talked a bit up there. But mainly looked about us as people passed through the gardens. We saw a couple of Asian tourists point at us and took photos. At one point Em laughed and pointed to some tennis players.

'See that guy who can't serve playing one of his mates?' she asks me.

'Yeah,' I say smiling.

'Well, that was the person I was looking at before your brother knocked me over,' she said and laughed, her whole face lighting up again.

After that we made our way back down the tree because an old cranky guy started yelling at us saying that we shouldn't be there and that he'd chuck us out of the gardens.

I enjoyed her company so much, and then this. It doesn't add up. She was perfectly fine. Not any normal person can run up trees like she did after they have been unconscious. She's a great person, and I want to get to know her better, if she doesn't think I'm a jinx or something.

Jack smiles at me bringing me back to the present.

'Who were you thinking about?' he asked. I smile and shake my head.

'Well whoever she is I give you my luck with it,' he says grinning and walking out of the room. I smile to myself and go up to the nursery where Em is. I walk slowly there, as I walk past I look at the photo's on the wall. It's like watching a movie. You see Peter, when he first adopted my dad, and my many uncles. Then you see them grow up. Then a whole lot of Christmas photos, where some new additions like my mum and Aunt Mary come in the photos. It goes on like that, until it stops at the very last photo, one we took last year, of the whole family. It's a nice photo because everyone's smiling and having a good time. Then I turn into Em's room.

The room is one that I have rarely been in, but I apparently loved when I was smaller. My grandfather built it when he first bought the house. It is supposed to be the exact duplicate of another room that my grandfather loved when he was younger. I don't know where the other is, but I have as feeling that it's in London at least. The room has a tall lengthways stainless glass window. Out of the window there's a little edge with a small fence around it like a small balcony. It's built the same as an old English nursery and has four beds around it.

As I stare at the yellow walls I can understand why as a child I had loved this room. It was like a child's dream, filled with toys and books on pirates and adventures. A couple of plastic swords lay in a basket while a fantastic old hat sits on the shelf.

I look at Em and smile. She looks so peaceful, but her face has creases of pain in it. Her longs golden hair bounces as she rolls over in her sleep.

My dad enters the room looking a bit concerned.

'I've tried to get hold of her mother, but when I tried it seemed that she wasn't there. I looked her up and tried her work, but it seems that some family problem has occurred. Do you know anything about it?' her asks me.

I have a think. Nothing comes to mind. She didn't say anything like that. I shake my head.

'Okay then. I'll have to contact the police and tell them that we have her in case her mum has gotten worried and called them.' He vanishes out of the room murmuring under his breath. After today had been so good, it's left with a bad ending.

I look back at Em. She looks so fragile. Not at all like the girl I met earlier this morning.

Her mother calls later sounding distressed. She comes over and looks terrible. Her own mother has just died. Apparently just when Em was going for a run. She looked relived when she saw Em, as though she almost calmed her. She had a book with her and an overnight bag. She planned to stay the night and had organised it with dad. As I looked at it, I saw that it was a photo album and a little notebook put into one. She smiled at me, when she saw I was looking at it.

'It's my mothers, she gave it to Em… she just gave it to Em,' she says, her voice chocking up as she finds the words.

Other than that I didn't talk to her often. She was often in the nursery (which she had told dad looked familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place why) looking after Em. She kept to herself. Planning the funeral, but waiting for Em to wake up before she made any finally decisions.

After a while, she got a bit depressed. With her mother dead, and Em unconscious for so long, she started worrying a lot. Dad suggested that she go to work, to take her mind off a couple of things for a little while. She considered it, and then went to work after Em had been unconscious for a week.

I go into the nursery and sit down on one of the beds. It had been a while since I had seen Em. Her mum had always been with her, so I hadn't wanted to disturb them. I just feel like escaping. Everything seems to be going from bad to worse. I look out the window and imagine myself flying out of it. Sometimes I just want to escape forever.

I hear a rustle and look over at Em, and see that she's stirring.

A/N: I'd just like to say thanks to my two first reviewers:

I luv tootles: thanks heaps, I hope it's as good as your expectations!

Leigh A. Sumpter: Umm, I have no actual age for Cam and Em, I was thinking in the middle of there teenage years, does that suit? Anyway, I'd like to say thanks for reviewing, you're the one that inspired me to write in the first place.

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