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Warnings: language, violence, mentions of character death, AU

Notes: Thanks so much for the feedback, the favorites, and the follows! I appreciate it! Thank you miaadventure, Sunniva Steiner, anna345, Alysia, and Guest for reviewing! You will find your response at the end of the chapter. Enjoy this chapter! Sorry for the shortness, I had some school shopping to do.

—dreams

Chapter Three

Legacy

Cammie

When one crash-lands on a field, they usually destroy the airplane or whatever it is that they're driving. When one crash-lands in a field with teenage spies, they usually end up getting interrogated once its found out that they're still alive. When one crash-lands in an Academy for teenage spies, doesn't destroy said airplane, and is still alive, and figuring out that said Academy is Gallagher Academy…said person knows that they are in deep shit.

I hadn't seen my parents since I was eleven-going-on-twelve. I knew they were extraordinary spies, I knew they were a force to be reckoned with, and I knew that they would be highly overprotective if they knew I was their long-lost-thought-to-be-dead daughter, Cameron Morgan.

How I will deal with this: lying.

It came easy to me as any spy in the world.

I hadn't spoken in seven years and I don't think I remember how to anymore. I was sitting in the Headmistress' office, my mothers' office. My eyes soaks in every crevice of the room, every paper, every book, I see everything. I have to.

Rachel and Mathew Morgan stare at me.

There was a reason he was still alive. I was that reason. Instead of taking my dad, they took me in exchange. If they hadn't, then…maybe my father wouldn't be here today.

"Hello, Penelope." Mom smiles sweetly at me, as if I were just a normal girl in Gallagher Academy. Except I have the feeling that normal girls don't crash land on their P&E field, nearly flattening the eighth grade class.

"I see you're brother is Grant?" Dad asks me, I nod. "And you're a mute, too. How's Gallaudet Uni? I think I know someone there."

I stare at them.

"Last I heard, you were on an airplane back to DC." Dad explains. "Why were you in a plane that crashed onto our campus, with only you as passenger?"

There were other people in the room. Protocol and Interpol agents were staring at me, scribbling down words on their notes. Joe Solomon, my dad's best friend, is looking at me like I were an angel.

I take a deep breath and was about to start signing when the door burst open, and Grant rushes inside.

"Mr. Kanavos!" Joe Solomon begins to bark but Grant pays them no mind when his eyes lock onto my own.

"Penny!" he lunges and wraps me in his arms. I hug him back, for appearances sake of course. "I was so worried when I heard…"

"Heard what, Mr. Kanavos?" My father questions. Other agents were grumbling at the disruption of the debrief.

"Someone kidnapped her from the station," Grant lies perfectly. "One of her professors called me a few nights ago wondering where she was. It's why I disappeared. I went to find her."

"Do you happen to know who took her?" my mother asks.

To keep up with the lie, Grant takes on a mask of the nervous, afraid older brother. His muscular arms tremble, and his eyes fill with tears. The others are visibly shaken by his response.

"The Circle of Cavan," whispers Grant.

There were echoing gasps, exclamations, and a "what do they want with a mute kid?"

"I don't know," Grant tells them, "but they wanted her for something. I'm just glad she got away."

"How did she get away?" a man with white hair peers at me shrewdly.

"She's my little sister," Grant scoffs arrogantly. "You think I wouldn't teach her how to get out of situations like those?"

They all bob their heads in acceptance, although my Aunt Abby asks me, "Did you see my niece? Cameron Morgan?"

Joe Solomon, my aunt, and parents look hopeful but other operatives groan at the question. I force a questioning look before I grab my bag to rummage through it. I finger the picture that was taken of me back when I was still a captive, back when I hadn't run away. Catherine took my contacts out of my eyes and placed a blonde wig over my head. She took pictures of me because she wanted to send them to my parents, torture them over the fact that their daughter was alive and in the Circle's hands.

"I found this picture," I say in ASL. Nearly every spy knows sign language. It's pivotal to some missions to learn the language. I place it on the coffee table in front of me before sliding it towards them.

My mother gasps, my aunt curses in French, and my father allowed a tear to slip out of his eyes.

"It's her," my mother whispers, gently touching the picture. "She's alive…"

"How do you know it's actually her?" an agent asks.

"She has a birthmark in the shape of a crescent moon near her wrist." My father explains. "It's right there, down to the boot. You can't recreate something like that without some sort of flaw."

"Well, looks like we have some sort of lead." Someone else says, looking at me.

Grant knows what they are talking about immediately. "Oh no," he says. "You are not using my little sister as bait! No way! She's going back to Gallaudet!"

"The Circle knows where she is, Grant." Joe Solomon says. "She isn't safe there anymore. Being here at Gallagher is the safest she can get."

Grant clenches his jaw. I understand his protectiveness. Grant doesn't have any family, and I'm his pseudo little sister. I was his crutch and he mine. He was the one who helped bandage my bruises and disinfect my cuts. He was the one who gave me the strength to run away from my hell. He was the one who helped me through everything.

He was my light in the darkness of my world, and I was his. I get that he wouldn't want me to be taken away again, festered into Gallagher Academy. However, we had no choice.

"Fine, she stays here." Grant spats. "But so do I, and she will not be used as bait. No exceptions. Either take it or we disappear for good."

Of course, majority looks unhappy at Grant's rules but they had no choice really. They knew that Grant and I would and could disappear forever if we wanted to.

My mother nods her head. "Alright then, it's settled. I assume that you two would like to share a room together?"

We share a look. Grant shrugs his shoulders but agrees nonetheless. He may not be my brother by blood, but he was one in my heart and mind. He wouldn't dare to do anything, not when I sleep with a sharpened dagger underneath my pillow.

"I'll show you to your rooms," Joe Solomon says as he gestures for us to follow him. We comply and I feel a thousand eyes on my back as I walk out of the office door.

My life has just gotten harder than ever.

Joe Solomon knows something. He knows, is the key word. He stares at me over his breakfast in the Great Hall, then again so does everyone in the student body. They want to see Grant's little sister, see why I was targeted by a secret terrorist organization, see if I had truly seen Cameron Morgan alive.

"But…you saw her, right?" asks one Elizabeth Sutton for the third time this morning.

My irritation flares inside of me but Penelope Smith doesn't get irritated. Instead, she timidly nods her head to the questions. Majority of spies assume that learning Sign Language is a waste of time, seeing as how there's a different one for each culture. However, one would never know when they would be assigned a mission where they would have to go undercover as a mute or deaf child or have one where they dealt with such children.

So I nod my head before continuing to eat the scrambled eggs on my plate. Grant huffs beside me, chewing on his French toast. He was probably glaring at the poor girl.

I remember Liz. The short few months that I got to know her I figured out that she was a bookworm to the max, the next Einstein. We both had similar tiny statures, hers due to whatever but mine was because of the lack of nutrients in my body. There was nothing there that would allow me to grow properly so I looked fragile and dainty.

Which, I assure you, I was not.

Macey was peering at me. "I wonder what they want with you."

"I wonder what they want with Cammie," Bex adds.

Unnoticeably, I freeze. Bex and Liz were, once upon a time, the best friends a girl could ever have. But then I got kidnapped, and that chance in life got ripped away from me. I used to think that it was forever.

"You alright?" Grant whispers to me.

I shrug because I truly had no idea on if I was alright or not. I was in a facility where my family resided, along with two of my best friends.

I sigh, wondering what my life would've been like if the Circle of Cavan hadn't torn it all to pieces.

Reviews

To miaadventure

Zach and the rest of the school find out, as well as who the Circle of Cavan is. You know how Tina Walters is with her gossip and knack for finding out information, whether true or not. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, however short it was.

To Sunniva Steiner

Aw, thanks so much! I was a little reluctant to publish this since I didn't know how people would take it because it's so different than the actual series. I hope you liked this chapter!

To anna345

Cammie isn't deaf, she's a selective mute. It's a coping mechanism a lot of people use in traumatic situations. Thanks so much! Hope you like this chapter!

To Guest

Thank you! I hope you like this chapter!