Disclaimer: I don't own National Treasure or I would be making the new movie that will be coming out in 2010. (Hooray!)
Disclaimer2: I don't own Borders. But can you imagine? All those books!
A/N: This story contains spoilers about National Treasure and National Treasure 2: Book of Secrets.
I'm trying to come up with a new title. So the title of this fanfiction will temporally be changed later this week.
Thanks for reading. Enjoy!
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Riley Poole sat at his book signing table. His new book A City of Gold sat next to him.
Let's just say that this was not the best day ever. He had signed exactly five books, been mistaken for Ben thirteen times, had to tell three people that he was Ben so they would buy his book, convince seven people that he actually existed and helped find the treasure, and exactly one hour ago he had gone outside to get some more of his books (not that he needed them, he was trying to get away from a person who had just realized that he was actually not Ben Gates.) and found out that he had left his convertible top open. Normally this wouldn't bug him, he had the best security system in probably the entire country. But it was raining. Not a drizzle, not a nice, summer, gentle rainfall that starts and stops very quickly. Nope, a thunderstorm, with lightning, rain pouring down in buckets from the sky. When he had stepped outside to his socks had been soaked through in a matter of seconds.
"You still haven't given up have you?" Riley looked up prepared to say…well he wasn't exactly sure what he was going to say. But when he looked up he saw a smiling face.
"Ben…and Abigail!" He greeted happily when Abigail stepped out from behind a history shelf.
"Exactly how many books have you sold?" Abigail asked picking up a copy of A City of Gold and thumbing through it. Riley ignored the question.
"What are you doing here?"
"That few huh? What like…fifteen?" Abigail was wrong but Riley jumped at the chance.
"Yes actually-"
"I asked the lady at the desk, you've only sold seven." Intervened Ben.
"Five." Riley mumbled shame faced. But to his surprise Ben held up a plastic bag
"Seven."
"But I ent you both free copies!"
"Hmm…must have been lost in all those boxes. I'm moving back in you know."
"No I didn't." Riley sounded huffy and slightly annoyed. "I haven't seen you in weeks."
"No you haven't."
"Well, why?" He knew he sounded childish, but he couldn't help it. It had been four or five months since he'd seen Ben and Abigail. After they'd found that city of gold under Mt. Rushmore and been to dinner at the white house to be honored – Riley apparently had been nudging Abigail the whole time without knowing it – they had disappeared. Riley had left message after message about having them over to his place. He'd gotten a postcard from California.
DEAR RILEY,
ABIGAIL AND I HAVE DECIDED TO SPEND SOMETIME IN CALIFORNIA. THERE IS A CONFERENCE HERE ON EARLY NATIVE AMERICAN HISTORY MY MOTHER IS ATTENDING. WE THOUGHT TAG ALONG.
SEE YOU IN JUNE.
SINCERELY,
BEN.
But now it was August and except for a phone call – not even from Ben but from Patrick Gates- telling him that the FBI had found his giant yellow backpack in one of the city's flooded rooms – but they had taken out the slab of gold – and that they were to split fifty percent of the treasure. .
So when Riley demanded:
"Where have you guys been?" And Ben answered:
"Oh, nowhere." It was perfectly understandable for Riley to get mad.
But when Ben said:
"Remember page 47?" All the anger flooded out of him. He wanted to celebrate, but obviously he would have looked strange doing a happy dance in the history section of Borders. They needed him! They hadn't completely deserted him, anyway. That was fine with him.
Riley had always been quick to forgive.
"Yes but what-?"
"Well, we found something that might interest you…"
"We need your help." Said Abigail. Riley looked around at his table, out at his wet car, and thought about how he'd only sold five…wait no seven books. He then realized his life probably couldn't get any worse than it was at that second.
"I'm in."