**Disclaimer: I do not own 'Olumpus Has Fallen or any of it's characters/plots. All credit goes to the rightful owners. I only own my OC and any little things I might add on.**

Camp David, Christmas Day

"I'm so happy you came with us, honey." I looked up from my heels, that I was currently putting on, and looked at my mother. I smiled at her and stood up, "How could I miss being with my family on Christmas, mom. Plus, I forget about school which always helps with the stress."

"I know, honey. Sometimes it's so hard to believe that your nine-teen and going to the University and we're not there to take care of you any more," she replies hugging me.

"Yeah, you and dad might not be there, but there sure as hell are the secret service instead." My mother smacks me playfully for using 'hell' in a sentence. I laugh at her and continue to fix my dress for the fundraiser we are suppose to attend. "Got you something."

She goes over to the dresser and picks up a small wrapped box. "Oh, mom. You didn't have to." I say to her, taking the box in my hands. "I know, but I wanted to. Now open it." I do as she says and slowly open the silver wrapping. Once done removing the wrapping, I open up the black box. I gasp at the beautiful silver flower in side.

"It's so you'll always have something to remember me. I got a flower because that's what you are; and well everyone calls you that." I hug her once more and she helps me put it on.

"Thank you so much. I love it!" She just smiles and walks away. I looked down at the beautiful necklace and play with it.

I see mom pick out a black dress from the closet and show it to me. I nod my head and put my two thumbs up indicating that it was the perfect dress. There was a light knock on the door before it opened revealing my father.

"Well, I'll go see what Connor is doing and leave you two alone." I walked towards the room's door but was stopped by an arm in front of me. I turned to my father and smiled. He leaned in and gave me a kiss on my forehead, then tugged me in for a hug. "Eww, dad! You're sweaty!" both him and mom just laugh. I walk out of their room and go search for my annoying little brother.

The clicks of my heels is all I'm able to hear in the isolated hallway, until I near the living room were gunshots and explosions can be heard. I smile knowing Connor is playing that stupid video game knowing mom wouldn't be happy about it if she found out.

I smile and give a small nod at the secret service men in the room. I make my way to a window and take a peek outside. If I squint my eyes and focus really hard, I could make out the shapes of men walking around the cabin. My gaze travels around and I see the snow falling in big amounts. "What are you doing?"

"Just looking. There's seems to be a snow storm or something," I reply to my younger brother, who refuses to look away from the game. I walk away from the window and take a seat next to him.

"You know, if mom catches you playing this she'll kill you, right?"

"I know." I just shake my head at him, but none the less grab the extra control and play as well.

I really do enjoy spending time here. It make me feel like we're just a normal family and not the first family. Well that's of course if you don't count the secret service who are constantly surrounding us.

A few minute later Mike comes and sits down next to Connor. "Ah, the real blood bath starts when your mother catches you playing this. And when she sees you playing with him and not stopping it, " He directs the last part to me. I just stick my tongue out at him and he just laugh turning around to turn the TV off. "Ugh..You suck."

"I agree with Connor on this one, Mike. I was winning."

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Now come on." Mike has always been such a good friend. He isn't like the rest of the secret service personal. He actually interacts with us and has a laugh. Not just be all serious all the time. He actually taught me a few fighting moves. At first he was reluctant, but I convinced him to do it by saying that it's better for me to know how to defend myself because you never know when I will need to. I haven't been training with him now that I've been living at the University, but I still practice.

Mike stood up along with Connor and headed towards the entrance. I heard my mother and father coming so I followed their example and stood up as well. "Nice necklace." Mike whispered, gesturing to my new gift.

"Mom gave it to me," I smiled.

"It suits you."We turned to face my parents when they reached us. One of the maids helped me put on my winter coat as my father talked about Connor wearing his hat.

Mom made her way over to me when she finished putting her coat on. "Never forget to smile." She always told me this whenever we were going to go to a banquet, fundraiser, dinner, or a speech. It was more of a tease sort of thing, since I was always smiling. I'm just that type of person.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Connor walk up to dad. I smirked already knowing what he wanted." Can I drive with Mike?" Dad turns to look at Mike and then back at Connor, " You're gonna have to ask him. He's the boss." Connor make his way to Mike and asks if he could ride with him. We all know that Mike will cave in; he always does. Though he likes to tease Connor and pretends to think about it. "Okay, alright. What about you, Cass?"

"I'm okay. I'll ride with mom and dad," shake my head. I turn my head to Diaz one of the secret service guys and say, "Guess you're riding with us, Diaz. Connor here is taking your spot." I pat Connor's head and he just swats my hand away. Diaz just laughs at us but doesn't say anything back. My little family all gathered in front of the main door and I could hear Mike in the back letting everyone know that we were ready to go.

It's been about ten minutes now since we left the grounds of Camp David. Dad was concentrated with some papers he had out and mom was looking out the window at the falling snow. I was sitting in the longer seat on mom's side. I had a magazine out and was flipping through the pages not really reading it, just looking pictures.

"Gosh, it's really coming down." I put the magazine down and lean towards my mother's window. "It doesn't look too good," I reply sitting back down. Dad just hums in response not paying attention. Mom looks at me and rolls her eyes at dad, which causes me to giggle a little.

"I'm thinking about shaving my head." Dad once again just hums at my mother. I smile and decide to give it a try. "Hey dad? I got a tattoo of a flower on my lower spine. You know? A tramp stamp." Mom looks at me trying to hold her laugh in. We turn to look at dad, but all we got was, "That's good, honey…" I shake my head and pick up the magazine again.

A few moments later I hear my mother's voice again. "Merry Christmas Mr. President." I look up to see mom handing him a wrapped present just like she did to me earlier. Dad takes it from her and unwraps it. "My God! It's my grandfather's watch...How did you find this?," he says in disbelief taking it out and looking at it. "Just have my ways."

Dad leans in and give mom a kiss. This is so disturbing and should not be happening in front of me. "Please stop! I'm still in the car!"

"Then don't look and put on your seat belt, please. Oh, and don't think I didn't hear you about that tattoo." I roll my eyes but listen to my father's orders and put my seat belt on. Mom laugh's at the last past and says that he was listening after all. Dad then gives mom her present and they talk again. I just mind my own business; giving them some privacy.

Out of nowhere, the SUV in front of us hits the Beast's front making us whip lash and the car spin. The snow and black ice that is created by it make everything a lot worse. I then hear a big boom and cement breaking. The Beast is still spinning around when it suddenly hits something hard making me hit the back of my head really hard against the side of the limo.

Everything is blurry for a while and I have this ringing in my ears. My head is hurting badly and I know that I'm slumped forwards being restrained by my seat belt. I groan and blink my eyes trying to get my vision to clear up. The only thing going in my head was; What happened?

"Cassidy! Honey do you hear me?!" I could faintly hear my father's voice through the ringing. I groan to let him know that I hear him. "It's going to be okay" I then hear my mother's weak voice asking for Connor and myself. I turn my head a little and see that the left side of her head is bleeding. "Mom?" I whisper.

"Honey, it's going to be okay," her weak voice replies back. I then hear the guys making some commotion in the back side of the car and Mike's voice saying to not move. Dad is yelling at him that mom was hurt and that I might be too. I look to the front and out the front window to see that we were dangling of the side of a bridge.

I turn back when I hear the door open. Mike had managed to get my father's door open. "Sir, get out of the car. I'll take care of them."

"No! Take Cassidy first!... Honey undo your seat belt. Can you do that?" My yelled back before turning to me. I gave him a weak nod and reached down to undo my seat belt. I could hear Mike telling my dad that he needed to get out of the car. My mother's door was trying to be pulled open by some of the other men, I guessed.

I undid my seat belt and looked at my dad and Mike. "Daddy?" My father and Mike shared a look before Mike nodded and reached out a hand towards me. "Slowly now, Cass." I grabbed on to his hand and slowly made my way towards him. On my way out the car I looked at my mom, who was now unconscious, and called out for her, "Mom?"

"She's going to be okay, honey. Now go with Mike." I listened to my dad and Mike pulled me out of the Beast. I was handed over to another bodyguard who held on to me since I was still weak and couldn't stand on my own. I looked at the car and saw a couple of the guys trying to keep the car from going of the bridge with my parents inside.

You that thing that happens to you when everything becomes slow motion and there's no noise at all? Well that's exactly what happened to me in the following moments that would be embedded into my mind for the rest of my life. Mike pulled my screaming father out of the car just as it went down and off the bridge. I stood there not moving until it dawned on me that my mother was still inside. I jerked forward trying to made my way to where the limo once was with my mother in it, but was held back my the bodyguard. All I could do was scream. Scream for the fact that my mother was gone.

**A/N:

This is a new fanfic I'll be working on, but I still need to get some reviews to know people actually enjoy it :) Anyways, if you want to know what Cassidy's outfit is, just head on to my profile. The link will be under the story info. Thank you!