"Benjamin Franklin Gates, you suck."

"Ande. Give it a rest, will you? "

"Why? Because I'm right and you're not?"

"No, because you're giving me a headache. Now, shush."

"No, thank you, I will not."

"Riley?"

"Don't look at me, Ben. You know I've never been able to control her."

Ben heaved a deep sigh from his spot on the loveseat as he looked up from his laptop and gave me a quick glare. I glared right back from my seat on the couch and crossed my arms and legs, resisting the urge to stick my tongue out at him. Beside me was my older brother Riley, who was watching a very unentertaining program about hippos on Animal Planet and not really paying attention to the argument that was going on over his head. I heard a laugh come from the kitchen where Abby was cooking dinner with Patrick. "One of you might as well admit defeat," she called to us.

"Never."

"Only if he admits that I was right."

I heard Abby laugh again and ask Patrick, "Has it always been this fun with those two?"

"You should have seen them at our first Christmas dinner together. They spent three hours debating over whether Christmas was a pagan holiday or not."

"I still believe that it's pagan."

"Geez, Ben, how much proof do I need to show you? It's a religious holiday that used to be pagan."

"Abby, could you please bring me the duct tape, the bottle of Tylenol, and a glass of water?"

"Riley Alexander Poole, if you tape their mouths shut one more time, I'll-"

"Love me forever, like me for always, as long as I'm living, your best friend I'll be?"

"No, she'll just tape your mouth shut as well."

"Andrea Selena Poole, I'm surprised at you!"

"Um, no you're not."

"And why is that?"

"Because you did it to Riley last week to prove how painful it is."

"Wait. Abby did that? Not you," Ben asked me, shutting down his laptop and turning to look at his wife. Abby pretended to not notice Ben's questioning stare as she brought in the things to set the table. "Ande, go get the napkins off of the counter," Abby said as she set the plates out on the table. I untangled myself and went into the kitchen, where I found no napkins on the counter. As I walked back to my spot on the couch, I heard Abby, who, of course, was holding the napkins in her hands, saying something to Ben, who by this time was right next to her, about how the duct tape was "for Riley's own good." Patrick, I assumed, since he was not there, had gone to find Emily. I sat back down next to Riley, who, by a miracle alone, was again absorbed in the hippo documentary. I sighed quietly to myself as I began using my older brother for a head and back rest.

"You know, you make an excellent pillow."

"Smashing. I have found my purpose in life. Finally, I can die happy."

"How much longer until we eat?"

"You're beginning to sound like me," Riley laughed, looking down at me. He began using me as an arm rest as he glanced down at his watch. "About ten minuets. Why?"

"Oh, just wondering if a nap would be worth it."

"Now you're really beginning to sound like me."

I smiled as I positioned myself more comfortably on the couch, stretching my legs out so that my feet dangled over the arm rest. Just as I was comfortable, Ben came over and by picking up my legs and putting them across his lap, sat down next to Riley. I glared at him over Riley's elbows as he began to watch the hippo program as well.

"No one asked you to be a pillow as well."

"Just thought you looked cold."

"Geeze, Ben," I said, trying not to let him see me smile. He always seemed to know what someone needed. Just another one of the many super-human services he offered. Abby smiled at the three of us and went off to find Patrick and Emily.

"You're welcome."

I sighed and began to play with my necklace as I started to fall asleep. Ben heard the sound of the charm moving across the chain and looked away from the program and down at me.

"Can I see your necklace?"

"What?"

"May I see your necklace?"

"Why," I asked, as I undid the clasp and handed it to him. He didn't answer, but just took it from my hand. He began examining it about as studiously as he had the lost diary page, which caught my attention even more. He kept turning it in different directions, inspecting the artwork on it, and intensely studying the stone. I couldn't see the compelling interest in the charm. It was just a circular pendant with a silver moon and stars on a black background and a striped stone in the center. I had worn it for years. After practically cross-examining my necklace, Ben started in on the questions.

"Where did you get this?"

"My father gave it to me before he died."

"Did he tell you where he got it?"

"No. He just told me it had been in the family for years."

"Hmm. Interesting."

"Wait, what's so interesting about Ande's necklace," Riley asked. His ears or attention were usually tuned it to any discussion about our parents. He looked from me to Ben, giving us the standard 'Confused Riley' look. Ben just shrugged, still preoccupied with my necklace.

"Quiet, both of you."

"Ben, what's so intriguing about my necklace?"

"We have a right to know."

"I'll tell you both during dinner. Now shush."

Riley and I shared a 'What can we do about it?' look and went back to what we were doing before. Riley started trying to get into the new show that was on about zebras and I started trying to take a nap. Just as I was finally about to fall asleep, I heard Abby, Patrick and Emily walk in, discussing the historic artwork that was in the house and what Ben and Abby did to keep it looking so nice. I figured, by then, that my attempts for a nap were in vain. I started watching the zebra program with Riley until I heard Patrick and Emily come over and stand beside Ben, who was still poring over my necklace.

"What'cha got there, son?"

"Ande's necklace. Take a look at it."

Patrick got closer to it and as he studied my pendant, his eyes got wide. He looked over at Emily, who was also investigating my necklace. Her expression reminded me of the look Ben, Abby and Riley had on their faces when they told me about how they found the Templar treasure and of when they found Cibola.

"Ben, you know what this is, don't you?"

"I wouldn't be your son if I didn't."

"So, Ben, what is it? Seeing as it is my necklace and all."

"Ben, I thought you said she got her Masters in history."

"Yeah, Mom, American History." He gave me a curious sideways glance. "Besides, Ande, I told you that you'd find out over dinner."

Abby smiled and walked over to us from the table, turning off the TV on her way.

"That's great, Ben. Dinner's ready."