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I walked over to the table in the kitchen and sat down. After a moment Macey sat down beside me and folded her hands on the table. She stared at them for so long that I was getting nervous. I was about to break the silence with another apology when she looked up and into my eyes. Her gaze was piercing, I couldn't look away but it wasn't angry it was just intense.

"Do you swear you'll never do it again?" Ah, now I knew what she was doing. She was making sure I couldn't lie. I was startled though, because she hadn't just started yelling again so I was hesitant with my answer.

"Yes." Was all I said. She nodded, gave me a half smile and with that I knew we would be ok. Maybe it would take us a while to get back to the way we were but we'd get there eventually and that was good enough for me. I smiled back. "So what made you stop hating me?" I joked. She frowned.

"Cam I never hated you! I was just so worried and so hurt. I just thought if there was anyone you could trust to understand in this case it would be me and then we thought you might be hurt or dead or captured, not knowing where you were or how you were was horrible. So please don't do it again. But what made me stop being mad at you was basically what Zach had to say when he came to see me this morning." She smiled, like she was remembering it but I was frowning.

"I told him not to do that! Ugh, why can't he just listen to me?" She rolled her eyes.

"Because he loves you. Because he wants nothing more to protect you from anything that might hurt you whether it be the freaking Circle of Cavan or even me. Even though he knows you hurt me and even though you hurt him, and I'm not trying to guilt you about that I promise, he doesn't want to let anything hurt you or make you unhappy. God, Cammie don't you see how much he loves you? How much he cares? Don't angry with him just because he wants to make you happy and protect you." Her voice was exasperated and I felt like I knew exactly what she was thinking. That I was so freaking oblivious but to a certain extent I guess she was right. Of course I knew Zach loved me, he'd hinted to it this morning, but I hadn't realized how much until this conversation. Until I really heard what Macey said and looked into her eyes. What surprised me most was the jealousy there. Oh, she felt nothing romantic for Zach, that much was obvious, but she also didn't have many people like Zach in her life. People who would do anything for her or she knew would love here no matter what she did. I had always known how lucky I was to have my mom and, even though he was gone I knew my father still loved me, the other people around me who loved me but only now did it occur to me that Macey really only had me, Bex and Liz. I'm sure her parents loved her and cared about her but not in the unconditional, unchangable way that I had always known. But I knew bringing all of this up right now would be a bad idea so I just smiled.

"Ok I wont get mad at him. And yeah I know he loves me, I love him too. A lot more than I realized actually. One good thing that came out of this is that now my relationship with him is more real." I smiled thinking about this morning, how we had been so happy to just be together, how he made all my worries go away. SHe noticed my expression and smirked.

"So nows the part where you gush to me about how in love you are." And with that the floodgates were open and I couldn't stop talking. I described how he'd reacted when I came back, how caring and loving he'd been with me, I even told a little about this morning but I kept most of the details to myself. When I finally finished Mace just smiled at me.

"I've taught you well. I have to go so I'll see you later ok? Are you sleeping in our room tonight?" I shrugged, not sure whether or not I wanted to or whether or not my mom would force me out of Zachs room. She nodded and left me to get some breakfast. I made myself some toast, eggs and grabbed a bowl of yoghurt and ate by myself. I figured that after I was done I would go see Mr. S. I was looking forward to seeing him because I thought he might offer some insight. I was sure that in one point in his career as a great spy he would've had his memory erased at some point or another.

When I entered the infirmary he was sleeping in a hospital bed. The cast was off his leg and the bruises were gone but I could see the scars. In sleep, he looked more peaceful than I'd ever seen him. While awake he had always been aware. There had always been a certain tenseness. As if he was ready for anything. But, in sleep he finally looked completely relaxed. I guess ignorance really is bliss.

I pulled over a comfortable armchair from the corner and sat by his bed for another hour. Finally, his eyelids began fluttering. When he was fully awake he looked at me and smiled.

"You had everyone in a panic you know. Even I was worried." He didn't say it angrily. He seemed amused which was a shocking reaction after all the other ones I'd had. I grinned.

"Sorry."

"You've told your mother you're back I assume." When I nodded he let out a breath. "Good. Now let's talk about this memory dillema Zach told me about. What's the last thing you remember?" I thought back to leaving the academy. I left, got a ride to an airport, boarded a flight...

"Looking out the window of a plane. It was going to go to Russia and then to Athens. That's all I remember." He nodded and thought for a few minutes.

"What's it like when you try to remember?"

"It's like I can feel the memories there but I just can't reach them. Like there's some lid on them that wont come off." I tried to remember once again but it was like mentally pushing on a brick wall.

"I don't think anyone drugged you. I could be wrong but it seems more like something really bad happened so your mind put all the memories in a vault because there was no other way to deal with it." I gave him a confused look.

"Like some type of PTSD? The memories are there then, right? We just have to work hard to make them come out?" I was excited because that meant that eventually I could remember what had happened.

"Yes exactly like PTSD. But you should have Liz run a drug test anyways ok? And don't you dare try to skip over a medical checkup. Zach's been distracted by your homecoming but there's no way he'll let you not get one for much longer. Actually, the nurse will probably be back soon so why don't you just stay here until she comes back?" I laughed and nodded. We talked for 2 hours about lots of stuff. Missions he'd been on, the fact that after he was completely healed he'd have to get plastic surgery (although I didn't think it was needed because his scars changed his face a lot), my dad, which was painful for both of us so we didn't linger on it for very long. Finally I asked a question I'd been wondering about.

"Mr. S, did you ever know Zachs parents? I mean I know you must've at least known his mom a little bit but what about his dad? He doesn't really talk about them and I don't want to ask because I don't want to screw up this thing we have going. It's pretty good." I smiled a little but Mr. S gave me a stern look.

"Cammie I'm not the one to tell you about this. It's Zachs family and Zachs past. He'll tell you about it when he's ready to ok? Don't rush him on it and don't worry about it either. Just be with him, he loves you." I nodded and smiled.

"So I've been told." Then the nurse came back and gave me a checkup. She said I was fine so I left and went back to Zachs room. The door was open so I walked in to see Zach looking through a file on his bed. When he looked up to me his face lit up.

"Hey." I said, sitting down beside him. He put his arm around me and pulled me to his side. I felt that sense of calm I always got when I was with him wash over me as I layed my head on the curve between his neck and shoulder. He started rubbing circles on my hip.

"Hi. Where've you been?" He pecked my forehead.

"I saw my mom, you were right about not coming with me by the way, I saw Macey who told me you dropped by and I saw Mr. S. Guess what we figured out?"

"What?" And so I launched into the whole PTSD thing.

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