Hello this was my original idea before it turned into a story but it's one-shots and STAYING one-shots (more to myself than anyone). Basically it's as the title suggests 'One-Shots from The Operatives and Blackthorne Boys'. They aren't connected and if they are then I'll do like Part 1, Part 2 and everything. Anyway I got this idea from a story that I'm actually writing, nothing to do with GG though. Anyway I hope you like and these won't be consistent, just when I think of a one-shot!

Zachary Goode almost died…but he was saved by his guardian angel who happens to come in the form of a girl named Cammie. In reality Zach's in a coma but in his head he communicates to this girl and finds himself falling, falling deeper than he ever has…

Zach's POV

One minute I was fighting, fighting harder and better then before…but next I was falling, being surrounded and finally engulfed by darkness.

When I woke up everything was gone, everything I was used to. The place I was almost felt like to good to be true. It had a Adam and Eve feel to it, tall grown trees, ripe fruits and the perfect breeze.

I noticed that all my cuts and bruises had been cared for and I'd been left in light cotton pyjamas.

Was I alone? "Hello?" I called out. I got an echo back, maybe more Adam less Eve.

So many questions went through my mind, where was I? When was I? Was this a dream?

A light appeared; it blinded me so I covered my eyes until it went. When I looked again I saw a girl. She must have been my age, 18 or maybe even younger. Her skin was flawless, her dress floated in the breeze and her hands were gentle as she picked a peach from the tree.

And then she faced me. "Peach?" she asked with a nice voice, light and airy. "You must be hungry; you've been out for a while"

"How long?" I pressed but she shook her head, her soft locks following her every move.

"Eat Zach" she tossed me the peach and I dug in only realising that she knew my name and that eating made my stomach burn.

"What have you done to the fruit?" I accused. I stood up and looked around for her.

"Oh Zach" I gasped, shocked and a little scared. Her blue eyes, laughed along with the rest of her perfect body. "You are a funny one"

"I don't understand"

"Oh" she blinked and ushered me towards a picnic blanket which she must have taken out of thin air because I swear it wasn't there before!

"Look, girl – whoever you are – just tell me what the hell is going on"

She looked away; she wrapped her hands around her arms and sighed. "Zachary Goode, born August 15th 1994. Mother Catherine Martins, father Michael Goode. You are a spy, you were an assassin. You attend Blackthorne Institute. Your friends are Grant Newman and Jonas Anderson. Your mission was to infiltrate The Circle of Cavan and bring it down. You have, you've succeeded Zach. Your friends have injuries, many in hospital but you Zach, you are in a coma…you have been for 15 days"

I can't breathe. I've done it, I've finally done what I set out to do…but I'm in a coma, I've been in coma for 15 days. How did this happen? This wasn't the plan! I almost get angry but then I see this girls face and I calm down, she looks at me and smiles shyly.

"You're cute when you smile, what's your name?"

She can't resist the Goode charm, she blushes and says that her names Cammie. I ask for more information but she goes silent. I ask why she's there and where we are, she doesn't tell me.

I take her small, delicate hand in mine. "Just tell me, please"

She looks at me and sighs. "I am dead Zach, I was mission 300. I am Cameron Morgan"

No, she can't be. She just can't! Mission 300 was something only the best of the best got to do. I was chosen but I declined. Mission 300 was a murder mission. Cammie's father Matthew was a C.I.A legend and traitor to the circle; he was the mole that got away. He stole loads of very important data from them. He was soon assassinated, his body was dragged back to the circle, where they experimented and did horrible thing to it.

Cameron Morgan was his daughter, the only other person to see this information. She had apparently caught sight of it when she was little. His daughter was the Chameleon, known for being unseen, she was amazing.

And she was sitting next to me, crying silently. Why was she my guardian angel?

"Cammie, I am so sorry" I take her hand and feel the drips of salty tears add moisture to my hands. I wrap my arm around her and let her cry into my shirt.

Four weeks later…

I wasn't counting any more, I was just living, living more then I would when I was awake.

Four weeks, that's all it took…

Four weeks for me to fall for Cammie…

Not only is she beautiful, but she's the Chameleon. She's taught my many tricks and moves that I hadn't even heard of. In the day we talk about anything and everything, she seems to know everything about my life so I do a lot of listening. She tells me about her old roommates, Bex Baxter, Macey McHenry (who knew?) and Liz Sutton. Cammie retells all of her old adventures and I find myself wishing that Grant, Jonas and I had a more exciting school life!

At night we lay on our backs gazing at the night sky. We don't talk just sit in blissful silence, letting our bodies do all the talking except tonight Cammie's being hostile. Her back is towards me and she sounds like she's crying.

"Cammie, what's wrong?" I ask.

She sits up and looks into the fire we made at our feet. "This is good-bye Zachary"

What? "What?"

She caresses my face and smiles sadly. "You are waking up, you are remembering"

"But I..." don't want to wake up? But I…don't want to remember?

"Stop Zach, just stop. You must go, they need you plus you have so much ahead of you"

I'm speechless. These have been the best four weeks of my life and now they're gone, just like that.

"Will I remember?"

"No. This encounter never happened, it will appear to you as a dream because that's what it has been this whole time" she hangs her head and we're in silence.

"Will I ever see you again?"

"If you ever almost die again" she jokes and I almost laugh, almost.

"Cammie I'm a spy, I'm going to have many 'almost dying' moments" I smile and pull her close.

"Well then I'm sure we'll meet again. I'm going to miss you, do me proud okay?"

"I promise…" I lean in and I'm sure I'm not imagining her soft, plump lips on mine…

"Shh, I can hear him…he's muttering something about a promise"

I force my eye lids open only to see the relived face to Grant.

"Yo Jo-Jo, Zachy boys awake!"

Jonas sighs in the distance, he says something about not calling him that and the fact that I'm probably going to punch him for calling me 'Zachy'…he right, I am.

"Here man, have some water" I take the cup and chuck it down quick like it's a shot.

"You look like hell!"

"And you look any better?" I ask groggily. My head is throbbing, my body aches yet I have s strange light kind of feeling in my chest and my lips feel like they're on fire, the good kind of fire.

"You're probably wondering how long you've been out-" starts Jonas but I cut him off. I don't know if 4 weeks is right but judging by his reaction I'm correct.

"How did you know that?" asks Grant and Jonas in unison.

"I don't know" I put a hand on my heart and immediately feel better. What is going on? "Guys, I know it's great I'm back but could I have 5 minutes…"

They seem to understand because they walk out, Grant reminding me 5 minutes. As soon as they're out I get up slowly only to realise that my chest doesn't hurt, everywhere else might but no there.

Walking feels unnatural and alien, so I stumble and fall before my ankles become strong again and I remember how to walk. I must be in a good hospital room at Blackthorne because I've got a private room with a bathroom.

The light blinds me as soon as it's on but the gesture of moving my arms to protect my face seems too familiar. I take one look in the mirror and agree with Grant, I do look like hell. My right eye is slightly purple, I have a cat-like scratch down the left side of my face, a cut lip and slight stubble.

I clean myself up a little, I'm sure girls will go for the weak and vulnerable look; they can't resist the Goode charm.

Much like Cammie Morgan… whispers a voice in the back of my mind. Cammie Morgan? Who is Cammie Morgan?

It's been a month, a whole month of recovery but I've done it. Doctors as well as myself were baffled by how my chest had suddenly healed but I took the blessing and thanked God.

I've caught up in most of my lessons including P.E. Coach Peters along with everyone else was very impressed when I showed him some new moves that I'd learned…from somewhere. What is going on?

Joe was also impressed when I'd been the last to be found in Cov-Ops. He said I had skills just like a chameleon and then a sad looked washed over his face and the class was dismissed.

"Seriously, you need to tell me where you learned that skill! I'm sure even Joe was wondering" cried Grant. We're in our room, we're supposed to be studying for a test but we're not.

"Hey Jonas?"

"Yep" he says not taking his eyes of his beloved laptop.

"Who is the Chameleon?" I ask. The name feels accustomed in my mouth, like I'd said it before.

After typing and sweating loads Jonas finally finds the file. "Boy was it hard getting past their firewalls" he wipes his brow and usurers me over.

On screen is a girl, she has dirty blonde hair with sea blue eyes. She's smiling, it's an amused smiled, almost inviting us to join her.

Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women…

"So your saying that there's a girl's spy school…and that cutie goes there?" he asks Jonas with a huge smile on his face.

Jonas is about to agree when I say no.

"Excuse me?" says Jonas accusingly. "The computer never lies"

I explain that the computer isn't lying and that if he scrolled down he'd find out the answer.

Cameron Ann Morgan was such a treasure to have. Always polite, a good friend to all her sisters and an exceptional spy. This C.I.A legacy will be dearly missed along with her father, they now are in heaven looking down on us and willing us to go on.

"She's dead?"

"Mission 300" I say quietly.

"How do you know all this?" Jonas blurts out. He's annoyed that for once I know more than him.

"I know because I met her. I met her in a dream…"

Wow, okay I didn't actually plan to write all of that but boy am I glad I did! Did you like it? I hope you did because it's 2am and I'm very tired!

Should I continue with one-shots or just give up my dream and teach maths? (Eww maths, please no!)

Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes!

Review please

-cammieXzachxx

I went past 2000 words, sorry I had to mention that