A/N: Here's the next chappie. things are still going a little slow but I have a few fun things planned for Macey's entrance and Cammie's first coveops assignment! Make sure to leave a review, I know I'm not perfect so your help is much appreciated.

Also I forgot to put a disclaimer on the last chapter so just pretend I did.

HELP: what was the importance of Joe's journal that they stole from the tombs? If anyone could pm me with the answer that would be great, otherwise you aren't getting anymore chapters. Please help...

DISCLAIMER: Everything except the time travel is Ally Carter's

Chapter 2

The large dining hall was a deafening cacophony of voices retelling summer stories and catching up with friends. The staff table at the very end of the hall was on a raised platform and was, currently, empty. Cammie was sitting across from Liz with a spare seat next to her for Bex, the other member of their quartet. Not that we will be a quartet for a while…Macey doesn't even go here yet. The rest of the sophomore year is surrounding them and while she pretends to be slightly worried for her British friend being missing she manages to keep Liz calm and hear about the other girls' summers. Without being held back by insecurities, Cammie was actually able to listen to her sisters without having to worry about having a summer story to return for herself. Although it is ironic that the one summer the most insane thing happens to her is also the one summer she cannot speak about! With her new adult mentality Cammie finds it much less embarrassing telling her friends that she stayed with her grandparents in Nebraska. Funnily enough this only serves to make her classmates disinterested in her and help her retain her chameleon status, which is why she had lied the first time around in the first place. When Anna Fetterman comes to ask her about the CoveOps teacher she replies in the way she did last time, it was unimportant in the grand scheme of things although her inner nonchalance probably also has to do with the fact that she knew who the new teacher was and was planning on passing his classes with flying colours (with the help of her memories).

It is as she is musing this that the doors at the back of the hall open with a flourish and the staff members all enter in a single file line. All the usual suspects are present, looking the same as ever except for the usual one- Mr. Smith. As the last teacher settles into their chair and the students see the one chair which is missing its teacher, Cammie's mom, Headmistress Rachel Morgan, takes her place at the podium and begins her speech.

The rest of the evening goes according to plan and when Bex and Mr Solomon arrive, that is when Cammie starts to deviate from the original timeline.

Instead of pestering Bex for details for the new 'hottie' (Cammie absolutely refuses to acknowledge her Step-Dad as a 'hottie') she instead turns to watch her mom and Joe talk in whispers at the head table until they both simultaneously look in her direction. If she was an actual fifteen-year-old, Cammie would have thought that their spy senses were tingling and she had been caught in the act of eavesdropping, however as a fully trained spy she noticed the twin looks of surprise - the slight widening of their eyes - before they both tried to play it cool by cocking their eyebrows and giving her silent, penetrating looks, perhaps to make it look like they originally had caught her in the act. Instead of turning away, a slight crinkle appeared in Cammie's forehead. They had been talking about me… I wonder what they were saying, she thought before ceasing her staring contest with her legendary mom and resuming her dinner.

That night as Cammie closes her eyes to fall asleep she thinks about her past; her last two years at Gallagher were the hardest and craziest and before she drifted off
she thought to herself, this year I need to get my sisters ready, I need to be ready. The Circle of Cavan won't know what hit them.

The next morning after performing her morning ablutions, putting on a clean uniform with the bare minimum of makeup (mascara and her favoured cherry lip-gloss), Cammie grabs her bag and heads down to breakfast sans her two best friends who, along with the rest of the sophomore year where still dressing themselves up for their new CoveOps teacher. Deciding to eat like a queen this time around was a very good idea, Cammie thought as she grabs her food and sits by the juniors. Chatter at the table immediately stops as the others look at her in a way that made her think there was a massive pimple in the middle of her forehead, which, trust me, is not good for a girl's self-esteem.

Taking the initiative, Cammie answers the unasked question.
"Everyone else in my year is skipping breakfast in favour of looking nice for the newest member of the faculty" She explained with a slight wince, I hope they don't kick me out, that would be really awkward.

Fortunately, the others at the table all nodded and accepted her explanation as well as making room for her in their conversations. Surprisingly the conversation was quite nice and as Cammie left for her first class of the day she wondered why she had never thought to talk with the other years before. If she had she would have known that Dr Fibs had recently developed holographic, radio-synthesized photo paper during the summer and she wouldn't have had to act so surprised for her mother during the code red. If there was one thing she would definitely change this time, it would be making sure her mother does not get another chance to show her up; gone are the days of the ignorant chameleon.

Time seemed to drag by as everyone seemed to be waiting for third period when CoveOps was scheduled, even more so for Cammie as she had learned all of the material before, but finally after culture and assimilation the bell rang for the next lesson and it seemed as if a whole horde of girls had rushed out of the classroom in a desperate attempt to get to the sublevels first. Cammie would have joined them were it not for the fact that Solomon would be late for class anyway, so instead she tried breathing techniques to calm herself down and get her head in gear and go over her legend. Cameron Ann Morgan: a pavement artist who is mediocre at best. What she wouldn't admit to herself however was that she was also trying to keep her expectations low. This Joe Solomon didn't know her yet; he wouldn't understand her properly for years. She let out a little sigh at that. Even though being back was beyond surreal and exciting it was also a little maddening. The night before in the dorms she felt like she was putting on a face for her friends. For the first time in a long time she felt like she had no one. But one thing she couldn't ignore was that this time, she was alive.

Flashback

"Wait, so I'm really dead?" Cammie whispered at the familiar faced angel in front of her.

"Yes" he replied, keeping his face serene but his eyes echoing the pain the simple fact caused him.

"But you said I can go back though?"

"Yes"

"Won't Zack, Mom and Joe be suspicious if I just rise from the dead, I mean I died right in front of them?" she asked, her eyes unfocused in confusion.

"You won't be able to go back to that time Cammie. You can never have that life back, but you can make a new one if you so wish." The angel said, his voice just as tender and love-filled as the chameleon remembered.

As her heart wept for the loss of her life, her eyes hardened with a resolve to make a new life for herself, a better life which she can live in and not just survive.

"I'll do it"

End Flashback

Continuing with her breathing techniques, now to stop the onslaught of tears, Cammie remembered her promise to herself. This time, I will live.

Although while she was trying to keep her nerves from showing it seemed as if she was living her persona a little too well as Bex managed to overhear her forced breathing

"Breathing techniques Cammie, what, do you think he's going to try and kill you?" she asks with a hint of teasing in her tone.

Damn, Cammie thought, I should not be getting caught out by a fifteen-year-old.

"I know that Bex I'm just nervous." She replies but seeing as this only gets her to raise a plucked eyebrow in scepticism she quickly adds "I just want to do well; you know?" with a hint of vulnerability showing on her face.

Seeing the sign of weakness, Bex quickly tries to reassure Cammie and drops the subject and although on one hand Cammie is glad she managed to avoid a mishap she was also a little sickened by her underhanded manipulation of her best friend. In the end she would just have to get over it. She was a spy and that is what spies do.

A/N: Give me suggestions of things you'd like to see. I want this to be more fun than serious anyway and the crew from Heist Society may or may not make an appearance...shhhh, you didn't hear it from me! (although I haven't completely decided on it yet, let me know if you want to see it)

I will also be putting chapters from other people's perspective to make them less flat, well that's the idea anyway.

Now to reply to reviews:

GallagherGirls13BYE : Thank you sooo much for your review, you have no idea how much it made me smile! And also can I just say that we are on the same brain wave right now! I absolutely love the idea of Cammie KNOWING which is why I decided to write this in the first place. It is also why I am being deliberately slow with the updates because if this doesn't turn out right, it will be terrible, and because I am currently trying to speed read the last four books and making a list of things Cammie needs to get done AND when she could possibly get them done. Also, I have very specific plans for Dr Steve so don't worry about him...*evil smirk*. Additionally, whoever said Cammie will make it easy for Zachary? *even bigger evil smirk with villainous laughter*. Please review again and let me know what you think of this chappie, was it too angst or not enough? I want this to be fun but also somewhat realistic.

Leave a review! :)