(A/n) I was listening to MC Hammer and reading the 39 Clues and this came to me. Don't ask about my mental state. I don't own the 39 Clues, Scholastic does or something... I intended it to be slight Hamead but... nothing turns out right with me! And I guess it's kinda a songfic... Enjoy chicos and chicas.

"How did you even get that nickname?" Sinead asked.

"The Hammer?" Hamilton looked at the Ekat. "Well it's a long story." He tried to stall for time.

"Well I have nothing to do." Sinead sat down in a chair and smirked at Hamilton. "Well? Aren't you going to tell me?"

"Fine." Hamilton grumbled. "Well it started when my sisters planted a camera in my room..."

~FLASHBACK FROM HAMILTON! A YEAR BEFORE THE CLUE HUNT. ~

The Holt plopped his books down and sighed. Even on a Friday he received homework! It was ridiculous. The Tomas looked around and saw his iPod. Smiling, he plugged it into the docking station. He navigated the small screen with his large fingers. The screen settled onto an old song. MC Hammer You Can't Touch This. Hamilton made sure all the window curtains had been drawn and the doors barred and locked. He didn't, however, look for video cameras or notice the red light peeking out of his closet. The song started to play and Hamilton got in the groove.

U can't touch this U can't touch this U can't touch this

Hamilton Holt started to moonwalk.

My, my, my music hits me so hard Makes me say "Oh my Lord" Thank you for blessing me With a mind to rhyme and two hype feet It feels good, when you know you're down A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown And I'm known as such And this is a beat, uh, you can't touch.

The Holt sisters watched their brother dance around his darkened room; still ignorant his every move was being recorded.

I told you homeboy (can't touch this) Yeah, that's how we living and you know (can't touch this) Look at my eyes, man (You can't touch this) Yo; let me bust the funky lyrics (can't touch this)

Hamilton continued to dance and mouth every lyric MC Hammer sang out from his iPod. The Holt sisters fell out of their chairs and started to convulse in laughter on the carpeted floors.

Fresh new kicks, advance You gotta like that, now you know you wanna dance So move, outta your seat And get a fly girl and catch this beat While it's rolling, hold on Pump a little bit and let 'em know it's going on Like that, like that Cold on a mission so fall them back Let 'em know, that you're too much And this is a beat, uh, you can't touch.

Hamilton started to relax and relax. The Holt sisters started to laugh harder and harder, watching their unobservant brother.

"Good idea Reagan. Putting a video stream to our room and for the camera." Madison congratulated from the floor.

Reagan had already gotten to her feet. "It was a good idea. But you had the initial idea to spy on Hamilton so kudos to you."

Yo, I told you (can't touch this) Why you standing there, man? (Can't touch this) Yo, sound the bell, school is in, sucka (can't touch this) Give me a song, or rhythm Make 'em sweat, that's what I'm giving 'em Now, they know You talking about the Hammer you talking about a show That's hype, and tight Singers are sweating so pass them a wipe Or a tape, to learn What's it gonna take in the 90's to burn The charts? Legit Either work hard or you might as well quit

That's word because you know...

Hamilton sighed. This was the only time he could be himself and relax. No family involved, no critical father, no taunting sisters, no one but him. And the camera his sisters placed in his closet.

U can't touch this U can't touch this Break it down! (Music breaks down) Stop, Hammer time!

Go with the funk, it is said That if you can't groove to this then you probably are dead So wave your hands in the air Bust a few moves, run your fingers through your hair This is it, for a winner Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner Move, slide your rump Just for a minute let's all do the bump, bump, bump

The Holt twins stopped laughing in time to laugh twice as hard and once again fall onto the floor. The oblivious Hamilton noticed something red in his closet after a while. He paused the song, looked at it again, and shrugged. Probably just a red shirtsleeve or something. He thought and he continued the song. Reagan face palmed.

"Seriously?" She exclaimed, and then slumped into her chair. "That was a disgrace to the Holt family and the Tomas branch overall."

"Even we're not that ignorant!" Madison gasped in exasperation.

Yeah... (Can't touch this) Look, man (can't touch this) You better get hype, boy, because you know (can't touch this) Ring the bell, schools back in (can't touch this)

Break it down! Stop, Hammer time! U can't touch this U can't touch this U can't touch this

Break it down! (Nice pants, Hammer) Stop, Hammer time!

"That's a pervy lyric." Madison commented on (Nice pants, Hammer).

"I guess..." Reagan shrugged.

Hamilton shuffled his feet to the beat. The song still wasn't over.

"How long does this song go on for?" Madison exclaimed.

Every time you see me The Hammer's just so hype I'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the mic Now why would I ever stop doing this? With others making records that just don't hit I've toured around the world, from London to the Bay It's "Hammer, go Hammer, MC Hammer, yo Hammer" And the rest can go and play

"This is perfect blackmail!" Reagan noticed.

U can't touch this U can't touch this U can't touch this U can't touch this U can't touch this U can't touch this U can't touch this

The MC Hammer song finally ended. Reagan clicked the save button on the screen and Hamilton decided to investigate the mysterious red item in his closet.

"Uh oh... Reagan," Madison gulped. "I hope you have that saved on the computer or a thumb drive. Because once Hamilton finds the camera..."

Reagan grabbed for her flash drive and jammed it into the computer. She transferred a copy of the HamiltonBlackmail file onto the device. It beeped its confirmation and both sisters breathed a sigh of relief. Neither one was willing to go through the risks of going into their brother's room again.

Hamilton on the other hand found the camera and read the side of it. Reagan Holt. Hamilton swiveled to face the door and ripped it off he hinges in a fluid movement.

"REAGAN! MADISON!" He roared, barreling across the hall at alarming speeds. Not bothering to knock he barged into his sisters' shared room.

"Hey Hammer." Madison teased.

"Where is the file?" Hamilton growled. Reagan pointed to the camera. "Delete it." Hamilton commanded. The ten year old grabbed the Flip camera and deleted the video. "Any other copies?" Both girls shook their heads 'No.' as he turned to leave, Reagan said," Ya know now Hammer would be a good nickname for him, huh?

~END FLASHBACK. ~

Sinead laughed until her sides hurt. Hamilton suddenly found his shoes to be quite interesting.

"That's why we call you Hammer? Your sisters caught you on tape dancing to a MC Hammer song?" Sinead asked, after catching her breath.

He nodded, still looking down to the floor.

Sinead went over to the embarrassed Cahill and lifted his head up by the chin. She looked into his eyes. She kissed him suddenly, lip-to-lip contact. After breaking away she asked, "Want to know why people call me Sinead Starbucks?"

(A/n) Well? This is my first 39 Clues fic and should I follow this up with another chapter of why people call her Sinead Starbucks? And review! Wear out thou's keyboards! Write, live, love. Eat a waffle. Throw a stone at a bird. Watch a bird spazz into a wall. Keep the Epicness Up.

~wwB.