This my readers is what you've all been waiting for. It may seem ridiculous, but I promise it will get soooomuch better :)
Also, to make up for my slow updating-ness (Thanks AP Gov!) I made it super duper long!
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"Ech hem," a deep sound came from nowhere. My eyes fluttered open and I was met with my roommates, Joe Solomon, my mother, my aunt, and the Baxter's.
I realized that I was still entwined with Zach on the small couch.
"Shit," I cried without thinking, and then face planted on the ground in my hurry to get up.
"Uhhhh good morning to you all," I said getting up.
My mother was staring me down, Aunt Abby looked ready to burst into giggles, and my roommates were all smirking.
I could hear the creak and groan of the couch as Zach got up and stood next to me.
"Morning already," he asked through a yawn. Mr. Solomon was giving him a look that could kill.
My mother let out a sigh and spoke, "So let's get started. Cammie, we will discuss this later." I blushed.
We all found seats around my mother's office. I took the one farthest from Zach possible.
"So," said Mr. Solomon weakly, "I think we should hear about Cammie and Zach's little adventure so far first." He looked at me directly for the first time. His skin was pink where new skin had grown over his burns. There were clumps of hair missing from his head and eyebrows. However, there was something under his appearance, his old swagger still lingered. The best spy I'd ever known had faced death and laughed in its face. I sat a little straighter in his gaze. I also ignored his invitation to tell about my "mission."
"When did you wake up?"
He smiled a little, "Thank you for your concern Ms. Morgan but we really need to-"
I cut him off, "When?"
"About two days after you left." I nodded, satisfied.
I began my story, skating over some details, like sleeping in the same bed as Zach or the fight that brought me face-to-face with the Circle. There was one part I couldn't fib my way around. "Cammie," wailed Liz, "How the heck did you two get out off that cabin."
I shrugged, "Doesn't matter, we did."
"Cameron, every detail matters," said Mr. Baxter.
"You wouldn't believe me so it. Doesn't. Matter!" Tears formed in my eyes, I had somehow managed to repress the memory of my father running away into the night, but it came rushing back.
My mother moved to hug me, but Zach beat her to it. He was across the room in two strides. When he had me in his arms, he whispered in my ear, "Tell them."
When he pulled back, he sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
"Matthew Morgan. My father. He untied us and gave us a car."
Mr. Solomon looked shocked, my mom's eyes brimmed with tears; but it was Aunt Abby who spoke, "Are you sure?"
I nodded, the tears coming hot and fast.
"I believe you." I looked at her my face must have conveyed my shock because she laughed and then spoke, "I've always wondered…And if you say it was, and then I believe you." She spoke with such certainty that nobody contradicted her.
Mr. Solomon spoke quickly, shattering the moment. "And what did you say that they wanted Matt's journal for?"
"A treasure, beyond any monetary value; and the journal holds a code that will lead them to it."
What little color Mr. Solomon had left drained from his face. Zach must have noticed it too because he spoke, "Joe, what do you know about that."
"I just…I can't believe I forgot…It was right before he disappeared. Oh God, I should've guessed!"
"Care to enlighten us Joe," asked Aunt Abby calmly.
"We-meaning Matt and I- found something that led us to Greece. Ioseph Cavan had a son…he gave the son up for adoption shortly before he died…We weren't sure, but from what we had learned so far it was because the child was born to one of his followers, a gypsy woman. That fact the child was a bastard would be reason enough to keep it concealed. We tracked the bloodline down a couple of generations, but lost it sometime around the 1900's in Greece."
"And what the bloody hell does this have to do with Cammie or a "treasure" that they want," cried Bex. Everybody looked at Bex, who was on her feet and looked livid. "Well I was just asking what everything was thinking." Bex sat down with one look form her mother.
"I was just getting there Ms. Baxter." I expected her to blush, but she didn't, she was staring him down.
"Before I finish, I must apologize to you Rachel, I should have told you this a long time ago." He took a deep breath as my mother's face broke out into worry.
"Matt's grandparents emigrated from Greece around that time the bloodline went cold, so just for a laugh, he decided to check his blood. And as luck would have it, he turned out to be a great-great-great grandson of Ioseph. He became reckless with this discovery. I tried to put off the trip to Greece until my desk assignment was over, but he wasn't one to wait, Especially with the "new information", so he set off on his own. A few weeks and there was no word, there was a search with no results.
I had given up any hope, yet for some reason I went to the safe house in Greece. I searched the house high and low for some clue, and I came across a letter. It didn't say much. All it said was 'I found it, only I can stop it. Take care of Cameron and Rachel.' But that wasn't the weird part, the weird part was the drawing on the outside, lines and numbers…I had no idea what to make of it, so I put it in his journal, and forgot about it."
Everybody was silent, my mother looked livid. I personally felt like I was going to puke, I was distantly related to Ioseph Cavan. Lovely.
"I still don't get why they want Cammie," asked Zach sounding genuinely confused.
"They want the journal for the letter, they want Cammie to make something of it," said Macey blandly.
We all looked at her. "Oh and one more thing," she added quietly, "The lines and numbers. They are a map."
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