A/N: Ok, I wrote this quickly so appologies for any mistakes or bad writing but I thought i should put something up. Feel free to suggest ideas for this story.

"She catches on quickly Matt" Catherine complimented, surprising however, I didn't recognise it as a complement at that moment.

Whilst strapped in a chair.

In a concrete room.

Looking at my father, who was supposed to be missing and presumed dead, for the first time.

'We hear you haven't lost your skills' my dad sneered. Didn't expect him to speak in that tone to the daughter he lost 16 years ago.

"Skills?" I questioned.

"The ones we taught you years ago."

"I'm sorry, you seem to have mistaken me with someone who, you know, knows what the hell your talking about."

"Oh yes, of course I forgot, we gave you the tea." Tea? I don't like tea. "Before we erased your memory, you were living with us and we trained you as an assassin." He said nonchalantly. How could he be nonchalant about this? An assassin? Seriously?

Well on the plus side, I suppose that's why I don't remember that summer, I thought I bumped my head. I bump my head a lot. Like A LOT a lot. So I thought it was a pretty decent assumption to think I had walked into a wall or floor of a pool or something. Clearly, I was wrong.

"How is my Zachy?" Catherine asked, quickly diverting the conversation.

"Oh Zach, yeah I mean he's left on his own with two spies, otherwise known as my mother and godfather, on Christmas Day. And I obviously haven't seen him in a while, as a result of a kidnapping, so I can't update you on his latest goings on, however I do know that when I was with him, he was perfectly fine. Without you." I answered with fake calm.

"Sassy. Just like you hey Matt?" Oh good, I'm like my dad, who appears to have gone to the dark side (not with Darth Vader, with this lunatic who is my sort-of-not-really boyfriend's mother). I ignored her comment a and tried to control by asking the questions.

"Can someone tell me why he is here with you, and not with my mother at Gallagher?"

Catherine's eyes darkened and she lowered to a scary low level.

"That, my dear, is something you do not need to know."

My voice went to a high pitched squeak as I said "okay"

Now you're probably wondering what happened to the Cammie who is in control, well I'll tell you what happened. She had a mini heart attack, induced by oh-so-lovely Catherine. I mean she is scary. Like petrifying. Her porcelain skin, emerald green eyes and auburn hair, were scary enough. But when she gets her induced scary on, oh my gosh. I like horror movies, within reason, but none of those compared to the woman in front of me.

"Out of curiosity Cameron," dad started, "who is your mother?" Catherine glared at me, that's why she got scary. That question was the one she didn't want asked.

"What?" Was my response however.

"I know I'm your dad, but who is your mother?"

"You don't remember my mom? Your wife? The one who looks like a freakin supermodel, that you have been, technically, with for 20 years? The headmistress at the Gallagher Academy? You honestly don't remember"

"Nope" he said popping the 'p'. Catherine was still glaring at me, seriously if looks could kill, I would be deader than dead. "My wife is Catherine."

Oh my gosh WHAT?

Catherine was now grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

I voiced my aforementioned reaction to them.

"Yeah five years, we're the perfect power couple. We are the best circle leaders in its history." Dad replied, his grin now mirroring his 'wife's'.

I say in silence trying to comprehend the whole thing, however my contemplating was cut short when there was a colossal bang over our heads. Instinctively, we all looked up. Dad and Catherine exchanged glances, before the whole ceiling collapsed, bringing a whole load of ceiling and dust over us. Oh and a certain Zachary Goode too. Good, now kind-of-boyfriend and newly appointed step-brother has been dragged into this mess with me. Oh joy.