More important than treasure
Fan fiction from the hit movieNational Treasure
PLOT: It is the day of Abi and Ben's wedding day. All is going well, except for poor Riley being dragged along to be best man, until Abi mysteriously gets kidnapped!!!! Oh no! Now, with clues everywhere the two men must find her. BUT! one question still hunts them; is the kidnaping really a decoy? Will it be more than they expected it to be? THIS IS NOT A BENxRILEY!
Ok so, this is actually NOT my first fanfiction. I've written more so yeah.
Disclaimer: Abigail, and Ben, Riley, are NOT mine, no matter how much I wish they are…(well Ben and Riley anyway...)
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Riley-
It was the day before Ben's wedding, and I was feeling WAY more nervous than him. It was just my luck that I was stuck being best man. I was just fine with being custodian, but nooo.
"Aw come on," Ben insisted. " It's a honor to be best man, it means that you're my favorite friend."
"…What friends? Because I thought I was the only one of your friends that wasn't imaginary." I shot back. Ben grimaced.
"Putting that aside…I'd think friends SOULD make each other best man."
I gave Ben my "Not funny" look. "Friends don't make each other look stupid."
Abigail (Ben's future wife) walked up jovial bounce. "What makes you so sure you're going to mess up?" She asked, and then she laughed. "Then again we are talking about Riley here…" Her and Ben exchanged glances.
"Gee, thanks. I feel so loved, but I am going to do something embarrassing like tripping and falling on my face."
"At least that'll make the wedding interesting." Abigail sighed. "Weddings are awfully boring."
Interesting!? Well I guess that made me entertainment, and I'm not even getting paid for it…fuuun.
Before I knew it, it was the wedding day. Even before I got out of bed I had a feeling the day wasn't going to go well. Getting dressed I had even started putting my leg threw the arm holes, smart.
In a blink of an eye, a fast blinking eye, I was standing in the dressing room staring icily at the wedding procession, Ben was still with me because the wedding march hadn't started yet…mmm.. Why do they call it a wedding march anyway, well whatever.
"Stop glaring. It won't be that bad." Ben insisted smiling excitedly. His whole face seemed to be shinning. But I certainty wasn't in a "shinning" mood.
"Easy for you to say wedding boy." I grumbled, plopping myself down on the hard ugly cushions, on the hard ugly bench. I'm not the type to sit still long so I reached under the ugly cushion and pulled out my laptop.
"Do you bring that thing everywhere?" Ben asked.
"Let's just say it's my second arm." I joked. Just as my baby (I know I gave my laptop a nickname, go shoot me in the foot) was loading to the Internet, a scream rang out. It surprised me so much I almost dropped my laptop like a hot cake. Ben jumped up looking the most worried I've ever seen him, and believe me, we have had a LOT to be worried about before.
"Just ignore it," I reassured him, "it's probably some girl whose lip stick won't stick."
"No." Ben said.
"Excuse me?"
"It's Abi."
I laughed. "What. Do you have super sonic hearing or something?"
"No time to joke Riley." He growled grabbing my arm. "We have to see what happened." And with that he dragged me out the door and along the back of the church. Two men in suits walking to save someone, I felt like James Bond's side kick…well then again spies don't have sidekicks, and they probably wouldn't be dragged unwillingly by their masters…never mind, scratch that.
As we reached the door to the girls' dressing room someone walked out. It was the maid (you know, who helps the bride get ready), and she was crying.
"Oh, I'm so glad you came, I was just going to get you." She sniffled.
"What happened?" I asked taken back.
"It's Abigail! Oooh it's dreadful!" She moaned.
"Is... She dead?" I asked with a glare from Ben. The maid shook her head.
"Worse."
Worse then dead! Okay. By now I was starting to worry. The maid led us into the room, which was empty off all people. Abi's dress was folded on one of the ugly benches and on top a crumpled piece of paper lay. Ben walked aover and snatched it up. Did Abigail leave him? Kind of cruel though, you know on their wedding day and all. Ben looked stricken. I walked over and slung my arm around his shoulders.
"If she dumped you, I agree. She's scum." I reassured him friendlily. Ben's face looked crumpled.
"Riley. Read this." He whispered. This looked serious, I had a feeling it was worse than I thought. I looked at the paper and started to read. It said:
"Hello good men, I have kidnapped Abigail, for I want to how well your tracking skills really are. Clues are everywhere and you must find us. If not, she may not be alive to marry you. There's something I must ask of you. So hurry.
T.F.H"
Well, if there was a contest of whose letter was the cheesiest, he was sure to win. That creepy person. My eyes felt like they popped out of my sockets. "basterd." I whispered.
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The next part is in Ben's POV. btw.