Authors Note:HaHa, and I said I would update every week again... This Chapter will probably be disappointingly short but hey it was meant to go on the end of the last chapter and it just wouldn't really make sense to chuck the next chapter on the end of this one so at least I'm updating!

Disclaimer: Guess who doesn't own Gallagher Girls? Guess who! Guess who! SANTA CLAUS THAT'S WHO...and well, you know...me.

P.s. I'm fully aware I suck at writing romantic things, it is in no way my thing.

Chapter 11 - The duo that ran.

Black waves crash through Cameron's vision, she tries to focus on the sound of the crunching leaves and the feel of Martins hand in hers. Desperately trying to count the meters between her and Agent Townsend who had ran after them without question as soon as they left the shadow of the tree. The way she saw it this could go on forever.

A list of PRO's and CON's of Agent
Townsend chasing two
Circle Legacies through woods basically owned by
Joseph Solomon.
(A list from Cammie's perspective.)

PRO: Both Martin and Cameron were younger, and stereotypically more able to endure a longer chase.

CON: Cam had been enduring a one-operative chase away from the Gallagher Academy for almost an hour, and was starting to feel a little woozy.

PRO: Even though she felt woozy, she was confident enough with Martin to know he wouldn't leave her behind if she did fall.

CON: Agent Townsend had a lot more experience so the fact that they were younger didn't contribute as big as a favour as they would have hoped.

PRO: If Martin had been able to get into these woods without Townsend seeing him Cameron sure as hell hoped he had a good plan of getting back out.

CON: That cabin had held dozens of security trips, and probably a dozen more Cam couldn't see in her state; plus she was guessing it was owned by CIA or something of the sort, meaning Townsend probably knew a hell of a lot more about it than they did.

cCc

The sound of water lapping in on itself crashes through the rhythm of heavy breathing as the two of them dashed past a lake without even taking note of what was around them. Martin seemed to be stearing Cam up hill again and suddenly it was a fight to stay standing.

"Jump on my back." Martin ordered as Cameron stumbled on a fallen branch and the gap between them and Townsend began to shrink.

"Martin - " She began to protest but she tripped again, this time on nothing, and Townsend gained more space behind them.

"My back, Cammie!" Martin insisted as they continued to stumble forward. Cam barely noticed his use of the shortened version of her name that she had made a big deal of hating for years as she used what little energy she had left to jump onto her best friends back, meaning he could run at twice the pace they had been at before. Desperately trying to regain the gap they had had between the trained operative.

Cam had completely lost track on how long they had been running, It could have been half an hour and it could have been days, either way she knew it had been a suprising while. Martin was a lot fitter than she had thought, being the person who had beat him at sparring for years. Even so he was beginning to slow and she was convinced they were doomed.

Until ,that is, the sound of cars slowly began to drift back into Cameron's consciousness. Any form was still skillfully out of sight when Cam peered over Martins shoulder to see a large red truck clashing and standing out rather horridly amongst the trees.

"Get in we can't waist time." Martin said dropping her down and running around the opposite side of the truck to climb up to the drivers seat. Without looking back to see where Townsend was Cam opened the door and climbed into her own seat. Just as the engine roared to life.

She had never seen Martin drive before, or at least not in the memories her exhausted mind still had, and if he had it had never been anything like this. He slammed his foot on the pedal and the uneven ground beneath the wheels caused the truck to bound and slam as Cam was flung about, still amazed Martin didn't hit any trees as they screeched out onto a road that seemed to come from nowhere.

A car almost drove straight into their side, and as Martin hurried to right the truck into the correct direction the turning wasn't great. Not the easy cutting a film star would have made but equally as fast. Cam was surprised they weren't swarmed by police cars straight away, but they drove like madmen for at least a minute before the road seemed to accept their speed, and Cam sat back and noticed how Martin looked perfectly relaxed as he taw across the gravel as if he was trying to catch up with the speed of light. Cameron shouldn't have started to feel safe or relaxed, in a situation like this she should be manically on edge, but she trusted Martin, and there was no sign of Townsend anywhere.

She did, however, threaten to draw the line when Martin announced, "We need to stop for gas."

"You're kidding me right." she shot him a look like he had gone crazy, but without looking at her he rolled his eyes.

"Well we can waste five minutes filling the tank or we can not do that, break down and wait for that british agent to catch up with us. Which he will." he reasoned, but it didn't stop the uneasy feeling twirling and fluttering like a deadly butterfly in her stomach.

"Did you not fill up before you came to save me?!" She snapped and Martin let an apologetic look flicker towards her.

"Yeah, but I guess this truck is a weakling." He tried half-heartedly.

"Some choice in cars you have." Cameron commented under her breath.

"It's a truck actually, and it was the only red one they had." He smiled.

"You're an idiot." Cam sighed but couldn't help her own smile creep on her face. It disappeared quickly though, after a moment of silence.

"Do you know anything about your family, Martin?" She asked the question as softly as she could muster, but her best friends expression didn't change in the slightest.

"Why does it matter?" He replied calmly, but the fact that he didn't look at her told Cameron he wasn't as cool about the subject as he had always perfectly pretended, the fact that she spotted this told Cam he was finally ready to talk about it openly. Not that, Cam realised guiltily, she had ever really excessively tried to ask him.

"Well my pleasant little family holiday wasn't the best," she tried to keep the venom out of the words, but the anger at admitting they were her family. "And I just thought...Well, they told me about my family pretty early on so I thought maybe..." She never really lied to Martin on such a huge scale and she didn't really know why she was lying. She supposed she'd rather ease him into it than go rambling of about some pharmacists son she had just stolen from.

"Err...Yeah, they told me I'm like you. Crazy parents torturing their kids for no reason." he said still not looking at her and ever more calmly. Cam was a little pissed and surprised that he had described it as having no reason. They had always been told the reasons, even if they were sick and twisted, because secrets have a way of gripping you tight until you embrace them and choke to death when you find out the truth. But Cameron focused on the important bits, the Circle was either worryingly oblivious to Martin's past or lying to him. Which begged the question of why they had taken him in the first place. This did nothing to ease Cam's uneasiness.

"Well I just met your brother and he doesn't seem the type." she spoke as if measuring her words carefully, and she consumed every little tick and millimeter of Martins expression. It didn't change, and he almost sounded absent minded as he asked.

"Brother?"

"Yeah, they're...normal! And I mean, like, American pie normal." quiet literally she realised, as she remembered the smell that seemed to be weaved into that place. The truck turned sharply and Martin slammed on the brakes. She thought he had needed to stop driving for a moment as the news really sunk in, but when Cameron took in her surroundings she realised they had reached the gas station. Martin continued to look a head for a moment, his eyes were tinted with a hint of shame that made Cameron's stomach churn.

"I know." He said it so quietly Cam was surprised she had heard it, her mind stayed empty for a second as she sat completely stumped by his reaction, until her exhausted body and brain caught up and flooded her with every thought and emotion tolerable.

"You...what? What do you mean you know? I...What?" She asked dumbfounded and he finally removed his hands from the wheel and turned to face her. Blue eyes shinning.

"How did they get you? You're parents?" He asked as if that had been the subject all along.

"Catherine and the others haven't figured it out yet?" She asked surprised, but not forgetting to weave the conversation back to him as soon as she got her answer.

"Of course..." He dismissed uneasily and Cameron knew straight away he was lying, and there was more to it than that, which did nothing to help the pit in her stomach. "I just want to hear it from you."

"Solomon's an ass." She replied shortly, only realising after that it didn't really answer his question, she was about to re-confront him about the Abrams family anyway, before he stumped her completely with the same two words again.

"I know." his voice was steady and even, and it never even occurred to her that he was lying. She wished it had, because then this would all make a little more sense at least.

"How the hell do you know-?" She was about to demand the truth out of him but before anymore words could come out Martin leaned forward, ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her. It was reproachful at first, Cam thought, as she sat in complete surprise like an idiot before she ran her own fingers through his soft brown locks as if in an experiment, slowly she kissed him back and was consumed by a beautiful warmth and flutter that ran through ever cell of her body, as the kiss deepened her heart started to pound in a way that was both ecstatic and somehow soft. Martin brushed his hand onto her waist and Cam moved her hand around his neck to join them closer. They could have been the only two people in the world, and even though they weren't it didn't matter, because in that moment they were the only two people that did matter. They didn't stop, not even when a screeching car pulled to a savage halt outside their van.

Suddenly a sharp pain pierced her hip and her head throbbed once before waving dismally, she felt Martin pull away, and her hands fell dead down his body. The numbness and queasy sickness rumbled down her own person as she swayed on her seat. She eyed Martin fiercely, not being able to grasp the concept of the facts that engulfed her and the image around her. She saw the needle in his hand, but the two facts that would have normally made her kick out didn't cooperate. His expression was steady and oddly stern and even though she saw a hint of regret in his eyes she believed every word he said as he moved a hand to the door handle, without looking away for a second as he promised, "I'm not even sorry."

He flung the door open and another sharp pain hit at the back of Cam's neck, she should have realised their was an attacker behind her, but as she watched Martin sprint through the gas station and away from her as fast as he could she was far too consumed by a raging anger to fight the knowledge that she couldn't move if she tried. She fell back stiffly into the arms of the person behind her. She wanted to pull away but although it wasn't as if she was petrified or disabled her limp arms were reluctant to move. The world around her began to throb in violent bright colours as she subdued the need to throw up. Before she slipped out of consciousness she heard a deep British voice that tripled the anger she didn't think could have gotten any worse. It was almost enough to fight back, but the emotion was too much of a struggle to hold onto and his mocking words made her sick to the stomach.

"See what pretty little Circle boys do to you?"

Dun dun duuuun. I'm actually off school sick today, so hopefully I'll get a few chapters ready written. So lets say if this gets five reviews, I'll post the next chapter tomorrow, if not I'll do it next week. I promise. How I feel is around about how I described Cammie getting drugged right at the end of that. So hey I guess diseases are good for writers. That Chapter was a lot longer than I thought it would be so I wont upload the next chapter with it. So I guess you'll just have to review ;)

*SECOND MINI-REVEAL THING*

I want to try and relate these things to something that happened in the chapters they're attached to. So this isn't actually about the sequel, but the end of this story, which actually isn't that far away when I think about it. Which is both a relief and worry that I'm going to have to come up with some new material to fill a sequel with that isn't basic plot line.

All I'm going to say is that Townsend remains a mysterious character even in the books, and now you think you know everything about Joe Solomon (Even if Joe Solomon is the type of man nobody will ever really know, that's right I'm talking to you Baxter!) I think we should let dear old Edward Townsend have a slice of the shock horror cake.

Any suspicions about anything (Doesn't even have to be about this story! Hows the Apocalypse going?)