Okay. I just had to write this. I just barely read Trust No one and let me say it was just pure agony. It was soooo sad! I cried. I'm not kidding. There was just so much to take in and that was not possible for me. Like at all! I seriously love Amian but I do not think that is how the authors are going to end up writing it. And for all of you who have read my story Skydiving With Her, thanks a bunch. I will be updating a chapter soon. =)
I dedicate this chapter to LovelySOS who listened to my rant about Trust No One. It meant a lot. I'm sure you have all read her stories but just in case, GO AND READ THEM!
Well the story must go on!
(BUT I WILL NEVER GIVE UP HOPE! EVER!)
Ian was in the Cahill Command Center contemplating Dan's words from only two hours before. The boy had looked frightened beyond imagination and rightly so. "The Vesper's… their creating a device to destroy the world. Or so we think."
This sentence had echoed in his mind and wouldn't leave him alone. Ian could not grasp this concept. A machine to destroy the world? What could the Vesper's gain from it? In Ian's mind he couldn't see what anyone could gain from it.
But the Vesper's were cruel and ruthless. They were capable of building a machine to destroy the world. His own mother had taken her own daughter as hostage and that was perfect proof of the ruthlessness of a person.
Ian looked at the computer screen that was in front of him and groaned. The list of all the places the hostages could be was endless. Ian felt a pang.
Dan had also given them some more information. They now had a name to V-1.
Isabel Kabra. When Dan had told him, Ian had felt numb. His mother… In a way it made sense, but Ian didn't want that to be the truth. Ian cursed himself for not seeing the whole puzzle before. He had had all the pieces, they could have known this information much sooner.
"In actuality-" the words interrupted his thoughts. Not that I wanted to keep thinking about Isabel anyway, Ian thought bitterly.
Dan and Atticus and his older brother Jake were also in the Command Center waiting for a message from V-1 on what to do next. Amy was in some sort of coma and Evan had gone to check on her. When Ian had asked after Amy, Dan had just shaken his head. But Ian knew how to read body language and it was obvious the way that Dan held himself, that Amy was not well at all.
Evan walked into the room looking dejected.
Dan looked up hopefully then looked down sadly. Jake also looked hopeful, Ian noticed silently.
"She-she still isn't herself." Evan said quietly.
"What do we do?" Atticus asked looking at Dan.
Dan took a deep breath and swallowed. "I don't know. Wait I guess."
Ian was feeling extremely frustrated. He was stuck in a room with only one Cahill and who knows who else these people were related to. They obviously didn't understand Isabel Kabra. Ian gritted his teeth. They couldn't just wait. He knew Isabel. She was always on the move and never rested. They needed to do something. But he didn't know what.
If only Amy was here. Granted Ian didn't think she was exactly the best leader they could have, but at least when she had been in charge she had done something.
Ian stood up and grabbed his coat. "I need to go for a walk." he said, nodding curtly to Dan. Dan just looked at him.
Ian quickly went downstairs and went outside. The air was crisp and cool. Ian took a deep breath and wrinkled his nose. London air would always be the best for him; it certainly wasn't fresh.
Ian's mind went back to the problem that was hand. Isabel was V-1. Ian realized something that made him freeze. If Isabel was V-1… Ian cursed himself angrily. He could have prevented this a very long time ago! Ian's mind flashed to the night that his mother had come back to London. Ian remembered everything clearly. It was the night before he was going to America to visit Amy and tell her of his… feelings.
Ian's fist clenched in anger. His mother had broken in, yet Ian had caught her and he had had the chance to turn her back to the authorities. But he hadn't. And because of this, Isabel was free to do as she wished, and would be the one who would destroy the world. And it was his entire fault.
He found himself at the front of the mansion, the lights glittering harshly at him.
Ian made a decision immediately. He would have to go and search for his mother to stop her. Ian felt horror at the prospect of meeting his mother again. Her face popped into his mind leering at him. He knew that Isabel wasn't going to let him get away this time.
"Mrrp." That blasted cat would never leave him alone, would it? And it always seemed to find him when he was in a time of distress.
The cat was at his feet clawing at his shoes causing severe damage. He kicked Saladin out of his way and didn't look back. He took the front steps of the mansion two at a time and entered the door.
Ian quickly walked to the second floor of the mansion, where all of the sleeping quarters were located. If he was going to leave, it would be best to keep it quiet. No need to let everyone know I'm going on a mission to stop Isabel and that I will never come back, he thought darkly. He stopped in front of his room and entered. It was just as he left it a week ago.
The bed was made and his suitcase was on the foot of it. He grabbed the suitcase, then gently closed the door and walked down the hall. He walked past Amy's room then stopped.
Not quite knowing what was compelling him to do it; he took two steps back and entered Amy's room.
The light was on, exposing the room to him. Amy was lying on her bed, her eyes wide open, but she didn't seem to be all the way there.
"Amy?" he said softly. Amy just laid there as though nothing had happened. Ian felt anger well up inside him. Only a day ago she had been talking to him and laughing. In fact she had even tried to flatter him. But Ian had seen through that scheme. She should be fine. But she wasn't. And it was his entire fault.
Ian walked to the bed and stopped until he was at Amy's side. He waved his hand in front of Amy's face, but she didn't even blink. Ian grimaced.
Ian felt some odd emotion well up in his stomach. Guilt, he realized. If he left now, no one would ever know what had happened to him or that he had let Isabel go that night. And that it was his fault that Amy was in this state.
Unless…
"I don't know if you can hear me Amy, but I have something to tell you before I leave," he started, slowly.
"The night that I was going to visit you, Isabel visited. I caught her then… let her go." His hand found one of Amy's. He gently squeezed it, but Amy's face remained impassive.
"The only reason why I came back was because of Natalie... and because you trusted me."
Ian hated the words that came out of his mouth but they kept coming. He had never taken the blame for anything in his life.
"I'm going to stop Isabel. I know I can never repay what I've done to everyone, but I hope that stopping her will do something. I'm … sorry. "
Amy face was peaceful yet oblivious to everything Ian was saying. Ian sighed. "I must be mad if I 'm talking to someone who can't even hear me." he half muttered to himself.
He had poured his heart out, and no one would ever know. No matter. He studied her face, and realized he had positioned his face right over hers.
Before he could comprehend what he was doing, Ian gently brought his lips to Amy's and felt a flutter inside him. He lightly brushed them against hers then stepped back.
In that one second, Amy's eyes flickered in recognition. "Ian?"
Just as quickly as she had recognized him, she went back to that state of oblivion.
That one flicker of emotion in her eyes pulled Ian back. He put one of his hands on the other side of Amy's bed and leaned down and kissed her full on the mouth. He felt Amy stir, but he kept kissing her. Ian felt as though he was pouring all of his feelings and things he had always wanted to tell her in the kiss. Underneath his lips he felt Amy start to kiss him back. Ian smiled in satisfaction. He knew that Amy was probably still in her coma, but the kiss was magnificent. He felt as though there were firecrackers exploding in his stomach. How completely and utterly bizarre. Yet at the same time, enlightening.
Ian heard footsteps coming up the stairs. It sounded like they would have some company. Ian tried to pull back, but Amy weakly grabbed his arm. Just as well.
The door flung open, but Ian kept his lips on Amy's as though she would melt if he let go.
"WHAT IN THE WORLD DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
So there it is!
OH wow, that was awful! I seriously had the idea in a time of distress myself. If you see any mistakes, tell me immediately. I will fix it.
I'm not sure that I will continue this, but if I do I want to ask one question for the future chapter.
Who do you think yelled at Ian?
Love you fanfictioners a ton!