[People re-reading this: NEW CONVERSATION ADDED AT END. PLEASE READ! So I Updated this chapter at like 2am last night and I was so tired I even forgot to put that I hadn't proof read it yet. Thanks for the Reviews anyway and yes, Cammie should be more badass. I tried to show that more at the beginning of the chapter but she was a little more taken a back with Zach. None the less there were some parts i should have written better I just wanted it up here. Plus the bit i missed out from this chapter may have explained her reaction to Zach a little more so really this Update went a little balls up anyway This is now corrected]

Authors Note: Hello Again! Not much to say this time. I did mean to update before christmas but i was busy with christmas...things...anywho. Well it's a good thing i got a capable laptop for christmas because lets just say my ten year old computer wasn't exactly useful for writing fanfiction so chapters should be up quicker from now on! yay!...

So that's that and lets take a look at Zammie! :D...at the end of the chapter...

Oh! and Townsend...

Disclaimer: Sometimes people run...and sometimes people write things about a story they do not own and that's what this is so don't kill me D:

Chapter. 6 - A Cammie or A Catherine.

"Okay Ms. Morgan we're just going to need some answers to a few questions...We'll start with some obvious ones just to check the machine is working, okay?"

Cam didn't answer. The CIA agent that had been issued the job of 'interrogating' her spoke in a voice that was to soft and kind for his appearance,He was a bold man with gigantic muscles, not the sort of guy you'd want to meet down a dark Vallie. The basic idea that they seemed to be easing her into a few questions everybody knew she wouldn't answer infuriated Cameron but she knew the false kindness she had had to put up with during her stay at these headquarters was forced by her parents who still seemed to think they could convince her they loved her.

She had even stopped correcting them when they refered to her as a 'Morgan' and not Goode. Not because she was worried for Catherine's safety, everyone knew she was a big part of the circle and perhaps that was why she was given looks by almost every agent when they thought she wasn't looking, But because Cam knew they wouldn't do anything.

Cameron crossed her legs and bawled her hands into fists under the metal that was trapping her pointlessly to the cool steel chair. It wasn't like she was hiding a gun in her sleeve that she was going to whip out at any second and destroy the entirety of the Secret Services headquarters...as much as she would like to, But she wasn't stupid and unfortunately the security was too good and, she hated to admit it, the enemy was too strong.

She rolled her eyes and gave the man a pointed look he seemed to quiver under before he cleared his throat and tried to stay as professional as possible as he asked the first question.

"Age?"

"97." Cameron replied without missing a beat. The man gave a frustrated look and furrowed his brow at the machine.

"We know your real age Cameron. Why Lie?!" He demanded loosing his kind pretendance but still managing to maintain his temper. Cam just smiled to herself before regaining a straight face and staring her interrogator straight in the eye.

"If I'm lying tell me that's what the lie detector says."

"Date of Birth?" He asked completely ignoring her statement.

"40th of October 3092...bc" She lied easily once again and the man glared at her and let out a sound close to a growl.

"Name?!" He spat his question out this time and he grabbed onto his desk as if preventing himself from hitting her.

"Joshime Pennyweather." Cam proclaimed in a british accent as the man rose to his feet.

"Will. You. Stop. Lying?!" He hissed. He probably wouldn't have been this angry in any other situation, Cam thought, She knew the people she didn't recognise as double agents hated her without question and she knew sooner or later someone was going to drop the act. Turns that time was now.

Cameron managed to stop laughing enough to sit back in her chair and ask. "Does the machine say I'm lying?"

"No!" He shouted like he had only just realised that himself. "I don't know how you're doing it but I know your lying so what's the point?!"

Cam did nothing but burst into another fit of laughter and her interrogator threw his arms in the air helplessly and shouted through his comms "Edward!"

Moments later when Cam had stopped laughing and a short silence had settled between them another, taller, man barged in. From a girls point of view Cam had to admit the new guy and the man currently trying to calm down in the corner were polar opposites. He completely ignored the former interrogator as if he wasn't even there as he slammed both hands on the table and locked eyes with Cam who,to her shame, had jumped as he did it.

"Your dad wouldn't let me in here to begin with." His voice was deep and more British than Cam's when she had given her fake name, the statement itself was completely meaningless to her but the way he said it made it sound as if he had just threatened to hang her from her thumbs in the dungeon.

"Don't know why he cares what happens to you. You'd watch him die and laugh as you did." There was something about this guy, something that really unsettled Cameron, but she just swallowed hard and met his gaze the best she could.

"I've spent a long time cleaning up after Morgan and Solomon when it comes to your type so I would very much like it if you told me the truth. And how you are messing with the lie detector." It seemed every word that came out of this mans mouth had a mixed sentiment that was obviously aimed to offend. But Cameron had regained her ground and she wasn't going to be frightened by a stupid British agent with a threatening voice.

"There's no special trick when it comes to that machine," She said cooly, nodding towards it. "I guess this is just finally proving that the circle is better than you." With that the mans face fell and he tried to search her eyes. Cam thought she had created the desired effect with those words. But the man stood up straight. And then he was smiling. And then laughing. The action on him made it seem like he was laughing at someone as he dropped them slowly into lava - Cammie should know, she's done that - She furrowed her brow at him wanting answers from him despite the circumstances.

"You may be one Good little liar Ms. Morgan," He said when he stopped laughing and only the sinister smile remained. "But the Circle is broken."

It felt like a brick had been dropped into the bottom of Cameron's stomach. "What do you mean?" She demanded.

"I mean, that all those years ago. When you went missing. The Morgans actually did something right.I hate to say it but your Father and Solomon took out the leaders of your special home and that's is something to be admired despite what I think of them. All that's left of you know are a bunch of splinter groups that are to weak to pull anything back together." He let out another short and menacing laugh, and Cammie didn't answer any more questions.

cCc

She had spent little over a month in the custody of the CIA but they had finally given permission to send her 'home' until they decided what to do with her. But it wasn't really home she was granted to go to. Unless 'Home' was now defined as 'That Hell hole where her real parents live'. She leaned against the car her father had arrived in and barely paid attention to the agents that surrounded her. She couldn't stop thinking about what that man Townsend had said. She wanted it to be a lie more than anything, but she was yet to think of a reason why that agent would lie to her, about that anyway. She liked him and hated him at the same time. She liked him because he had been the only one to be real and hated him because she hated what the 'real' was. Not that that mattered.

Cam could see Matthew Morgan making his way back to them through the mass of bodies that were ensuring she didn't try to escape. He was obviously coming back from discussing when they can restart the 'experiments' a.k.a torture.

"Sorry about Edward in there." He said to her once the car was on the road. His eyes flicked back to her through the mirror more often than he looked at the road as he drove. She had appeared not to notice him holding the front door open as she bitterly got in the back seat. "I tried to make sure he wasn't allowed in...but he's had a little obsession with hunting the circle for practically his entire life."

She ignored him for a long time and an awkward silence settled between them until Cameron decided the best way to get something near the truth was to ask...she didn't have truth serum and it's hard to attack someone while they're driving without wanting to kill yourself as well. So asking was the only thing left.

"He said, back in there, he said the circle was broken. That you destroyed it. Is that true?" She asked even if it was hard with gritted teeth. Her anger consuming her at the very thought.

Her father stared at her for a long moment in the mirror before switching his eyes back to the road and saying softly.

"Not exactly...I don't know if you remember...but the day they took you...you were with me. That day I got the names of your leaders...Things escilated from there." As he said this his eyes kept on darting back to her. As if he had discovered a nervous tic he was trying to look out for. Cam just rolled her eyes back to the window and sighed sarcastically.

"You're doing a fine job of getting me to like you." But the first part of his explanation echoed in her mind. And music burst out into her head like a jack from the box. Matt's eyes flicked back to his daughter more often. Like he was annoyed with himself for doing so but stared at her hand lying on her lap like it was it's fault.

Cameron closed her eyes and tried to drown the music out like she had taught her self but it's volume only intensified. Matt gripped onto the wheel and tried to ignore her daughters tapping hand. But the music got loader for both of them. Matt slammed on the break and the car stopped with a squeal sending them both shooting forward only to be whipped back again.

People honked their horns angrily and yelled as they shot past them but the two Morgans sat quietly for only a second before Matt leant over the seat and demanded,

"What was that?! That thing you were tapping?!"

"I wasn't tapping anything!" Cammie persisted.

"Yes you were! What was it?!" Matt practically shouted making Cameron recoil slightly. She had never admitted it. Not even to herself. But she was scared of her parents, and it was one of the only things she was. Terrified about what would happen if they ever got her back. And now they did and she knew it was only a matter of time.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to shout." He said sitting back again and after a few minutes he restarted the engine.

Cam didn't even call him a liar then. She couldn't. All she could think about was how the music had been playing in her head more frequently since she had came to Roseville Vaginia. Driving her crazy everyday. And she just knew it was he fathers fault.

cCc

Got to find a way out of here. Cammie repeated to herself over and over as she searched the halls of the Gallagher Academy in the dead of night. It had been a long drive and once she had returned to the death trap she had pretended to eat food and then pretended to listen as she was told how she would be joining in with classes and pretended to sleep until she was sure the halls were empty to try and find a secret passageway out of this place.

She had had one short conversation before that though, sitting in her new dorm room being completely ignored by the students who knew as much as they could about her after the adults had explained and they had hacked a few computers. But the one with perfect black hair had been staring at her.

[Flashback]

"What are you looking at?!" Cam had spat as two more eyes flicked to her and back again.

"You." The Girl said calmly like that was perfectly natural.

"Well I would appreciate it if you stopped." She said with venom in her voice.

"You're the only person who didn't gorp at me when we first met I'm not about to stop trying to figure you out...You don't know who I am do you?" She asked, not sounding offended but down right excited by the prospect.

"I Know who you are." She retorted sounding very much offended. "You're Macey McHenry Senators Daughter. We considered targeting you a few times but decided it wouldn't be worth it." Cameron had hoped to terrify her with the thought of that but if it had worked McHenry only avoided her gaze for a second.

"I know it must feel like you're a prisoner here." She said returning Cams attitude with nothing but annoying kindness. Cam gave her a look to show she was stating the obvious but Macey just shook her head and smiled. "No, I mean, I truly understand that it sucks here. But you are only what the people who raised you want you to be until you have the chance to decide who you are yourself. You might not like it here Cammie, But this is the bast place to find you."

[End flashback]

It was all stupid, everything she had said, and they had said nothing else to each other after that but Cameron had mulled their conversation over while she pretended to sleep. Telling herself she did this only from lack of better things to think about. She shook her head and refocused.

So far she had discovered 6 hidden corridors that only lead to another stretch of hall, Stopping for half an hour to stare at the Sword of Cavan until she decided escapes never went well when the escapee was angry. That's when she found it. Her next passageway. The tapestry was just hanging as innocently as anything could in a spy school when Cameron walked past it but every instinct she had - Spy or not - jumped up in her in that moment. So she slipped her hand beneath it and felt a crest until she pulled at it and a small 'click' echoed around her.

Stepping through cobwebs she smelt mud and leaves. With a skip her heart started beating rapidly as a way out seemed to be presenting itself. She couldn't have been a quarter of the way through the tunnel when she let her guard down, and a voice in front of her made her jump and panic.

"Going somewhere?!"

"Who are you?!" She demanded before realising she was a member of the circle of Cavan and could have kicked his ass pretty easily. Plus, the question 'where are you?' wasn't very spy like. It didn't matter though, because she heard someone step forward and a moment later her eyes adjusted to take in the broad shoulders and dark hair of the guy around her age that stood in front of her.

Solomon...Townsend...This guy. Why do the enemies get all the hot guys?! Cameron asked herself because she was guessing this guy was in fact a bad guy. Why else would he have stopped her? None the less his face was familiar, and for a girl who lived in a mountain her whole life that is a very unsettling none the less.

"Zach." He said and for a second she had no idea what he was talking about until she remembered her earlier question and started running the name through her brain. "And you're not going anywhere."

"How come I've never seen you before?" She demanded but in her heart she knew that question wasn't exactly true.

"Nobody but Joe likes having me around. They seem to think I'm a bad influence." He smiled then, a cheeky smile as if it had become habit.

"Why would they think that?" Cam asked like she didn't have time for this. Which she sort of didn't.

"Because I'm just like you...Only a little more sane." He explained like it was common knowledge and perfectly legitimate.

"I'm not crazy!" She spat not needing to remember the anger and bawling up her fist ready to attack.

"No need to ask for your name." He said completely ignoring her past statement. " You're Cameron Morgan. Ms. Cavan. Bringing quiet the up stir to us. Pissing of the CIA the other day. Heard you crossed Townsend. Not smart...Nice work with that by the way."

"How would you know?!" She spat ignoring the other statements before adding. "And it's Goode not Morgan."

"Well since I can't remember getting married I'll just have to figure out another reason why someone would want my last name." he said like he couldn't possibly think of such a thing.

Suddenly it clicked. Where she had seen him before. In the mountain. No wonder she didn't recognise him he was only a boy. He had been everywhere, and always in her memory. On the picture in Catherine's room. He was related to Catherine. He was a Goode.

"You? You're not part of the Circle are you?" she asked hoping their wasn't another traitor.

"Not Quiet," He said as an answer. "I'm your mentor's son...This kinda makes me your brother." He said leaning against the wall like he owned the place.

"No!" Cameron shouted louder than she needed but the very idea repulsed her. "Now if you don't mind; I must be going." She said politely but her voice was tainted with nothing but hate and trying to get back to why she had come down this damned tunnel anyway.

He was going to put out an arm to stop her but Cam took the opportunity to attack and was about to land the best move she knew before Zach pulled his foot from beneath her feet and landed on her almost carelessly.

"Don't cross me Ms. Cavan You may have been raised by the circle but I was too and I'm the one with the Goode blood here...Not that I like it any more than you do."

Cam was completely trapped by his weight so she was forced to stare him in the eyes.

"I was told not to bother with you...But I don't know who I'm seeing. Who can win the fight? Who is the real you now...Are you a Cammie or a Catherine?" He searched her eyes and Cameron had to clench her jaw to stop herself from biting him or something of the sort he could have answers for questions she didn't have yet.

He got off of her at that point anyway without helping her up and she stared at him as if waiting for something.

"Now Skiddatle." He said and shoed her away. She didn't let that settle though. Without having to think she punched him in the stomach. Cam stepped back to survey to her pleasure him cowering in pain until he stood up and gave her a look that clearly showed he thought she was stupid.

"You truly are my mothers daughter." He sighed but a trace of bitterness slipped out. Cameron just let out a frustrated noise and stormed out of the passageway.

She tried a few more secret tunnels but in each one Zach managed to show up again. Regretfully she eventually retired back to bed. Sure of only one thing; It wasn't just because she was jealous he was actually a Goode offspring. She really did hate Zachary Goode.

Oh..Oh No! D:...Guys...My glorious glass of Zammie...It's smashed into a million pieces D: QUICK GUYS PUT IT TOGETHER AGAIN! D: luckily or unluckily for you i may or may not have the perfect remedie for this rather ill OTP. You'll just have to review to find out!

A Number of things:

1) Yes, Both Cammie and Matt hear the Circus music. From where I'm sitting i think it's pretty obvious why Cammie hears it or that might just be because I know, even so that will defiantly be explained fully in this Story. As for Matt If i don't explain it by the sequel I'll write it in and Authors Note.

2) It is annoying me to hell to write 'Cam' or 'Cameron' every time and i bet it's annoying to read. But it's sort of emphasising that she is not the Cammie we know from the books but It's probably all going to be 'Cammie's' every where you go by the end of the third and last one if not before.

3) I missed out the middle of this chapter so I could add the same sort of thing i missed from the last chapter so all together I'm really confussed. BARE WITH ME!

4) HAPPY NEW YEAR! :D

More Badass Cammie Next time...