A/N: Just so everyone knows, this is going to be a multi-chap, crack fic, because I'm not good at writing in-character anyways. I already know this is going to be really, really, really fun. Please don't be commenting on Oocness or stupid things, because I probably know. Setting and grammar, tell me. Those of you who read my one-shot noticed that I finished wrong and I feel incredibly stupid for it. So, please tell me if I do make those mistakes. On to this insanely screwed up story. This'll be set after One Last Note, only because I don't know where else to set it. I can't think of anything they could find that would lead them to New Mexico, so it'll probably be even more stupid in the beginning. By the way, don't get any stalker ideas, dude, because no, I don't live in Clovis anymore. I did, that's why I know so much. If you want to stalk me, you'll have to keep looking up New Mexico towns. xD
"Okay, so let me get this straight, we are going to the middle of nowhere on a hunch?" Dan Cahill asked his sister as their au pair, Nellie Gomez, drove their rented sunfire through a tiny town that was half called 'Texico' and half called 'Farewell'. Everything here looked dirty and abandoned, but people walked the streets, some the place must've been inhabited.
"Pretty much, what else do we have to go off of?" Amy Cahill asked from the passenger seat, not even looking up from her book on the history of New Mexico. "The sign had the French word 'nuit', which sounds like 'new', a sun, which you thought meant somewhere hot, and a clover. This leads me to New Mexico, Clovis. Very vague, but Alistair is here too; we must be on the right track."
Dan grumbled lightly, mumbling about how cramped the small car was. "Mrrp," Cried Saladin, meaning to say 'And how exactly do you think I feel?'
Eventually, the car passed a sign declaring they were in Clovis. Nellie started through the town, finding a Days Inn and parking there. "Kiddos, I'mma check in here. Those clothes are, like, really really old. Give me a minute and we'll walk over to that Wal-Mart. Think, we'll get a variety of clothes for once!" With her earplugs in, the au pair went inside to grab a room.
"So, what are we going to look for, oh-great-researcher?" Dan asked, taking Saladin out of his carrier. The cat looked grateful and rubbed against the boy's leg.
"I'm not sure," Amy admitted. She pulled out the stone sign they'd found after knocking out Ian and Natalie Kabra, their cousins and enemies. It had the strange words and symbols on it, almost in an Indian-like way. Maybe they were following the life of an Indian now? What famous Indians had lived in this place? She shook her head, letting it go for now.
Nellie came back out, a key card in her hand. "We can unpack in a bit, kiddos," She announced, Dan grimacing. "I've been wearing these clothes for too long. Let's go."
The trio passed the street and walked through the parking lot, keeping an eye out for their deadly relatives. Of course, only the Holts would be caught dead at a Wal-Mart, and last Amy had heard, they were in Mexico. Dan ran off to look at the toys that an eleven-year-old boy could be entertained with, and Amy went to the nearby clothing section, keeping an eye on the boy. Nellie wandered off toward the CD section of Electronics. Amy looked through a few t-shirts, until…
"Amy? Amester Kay-Hill? No freakin' way man!" Amy was tackled from behind by a girl her age with deep blue eyes and black-and-green hair. Amy gasped and fought her way up from the girl's grasp, who frowned. "Don't remember me?" The girl asked. "Here' this'll jog ya memory." The girl made her eyes sparkle and jumped up and down. "HI! I'm Myla Raven craft and I know we are gunna be bestest friends! Can I use your gold crayon?"
Amy's eyes widened, recognition shining. "No way! Mylie? How are you here?" Amy went to hug her childhood friend.
"Don't call me that," Myla said with a frown. "It sounds like I'm freakin' Hannah Montana. And, BTW, my cousin used to live here, so we moved here, and now we're trapped in this hellhole."
Amy shook her head. Myla was still the crazy weirdo she knew and loved. Myla was like Amy's opposite, but somehow, they'd been attached at the hip in Boston. Amy hadn't seen the girl since the fire, but she hadn't been thinking about friends back then. "How long has it been? Seven years? Wow, it's great to see you."
"I know," Myla teased lightly, releasing her friend. "So what brings you to the wastelands?"
Amy faltered. Was she allowed to tell about the hunt? Probably not, but she might so useful! "Oh, just this family scavenger hunt we're doing over the summer. A lot of my relatives are rich, so they 'hooked me up', as you'd say."
"Oh, koolio, dude. Where the Cahillette?" Myla asked, and as if on cue, Dan came over, holding a ninja sword set. "Speak of the devil!" Myla cried, and Dan, who hadn't seen the green haired girl, groaned.
"No way…" Dan was scooped up into a hug, and he squirmed like crazy. "Let me down! I'll set my ninjas on you!" Myla chuckled, doing as she was told. Dan grumbled, rubbing the girl's 'cooties' off.
"So what exactly are we hunting for?" Myla asked, and Amy noted the 'we'. Myla was one of the most stubborn people she'd ever meet, and she knew the Kabras.
"We aren't sure," Amy told her, telling Dan mentally to just go with it. "All we know is that we usually follow the lives of famous or infamous people."
"Well, Clovis seems dull, but a lot has happened here. You know Buddy Holly and his gang's famous song, "That'll Be the Day'? That was recorded here. Hank Basket, you know, the guy who played for the Eagles? He lived here. Uhh… what's-his-face, Jerry something', they guy who played for the Steelers, he lived here too. We got the Black Water Draw site, too. They found lots of bones from prehistoric times there. That's about all I could think about, just Clovis." Myla smiled, but tilted her head in confusion while the two siblings gawked at her.
"You know this stuff from the top of your head?" Dan asked incredulously.
"Yeah, they made me study New Mexico for a whole year. Really irritating, really."
"Well, we just have to figure out who we are following," Amy said thoughtfully, her amazement lost.
"What lead you guys here? Can I see it?" Myla asked, and the pair nodded, hopeful to get into the lead in this stupid hunt for clues. Amy took Dan's toy and put it back, while the boy himself went to find Nellie and explain what had happened. Before anyone knew it, they were taking the stone sign back out of the sunfire car and looking it over. It was quite heavy, but Myla was quite strong. Turning it over, Amy nearly face-palmed. There was something on the back?
"Charles H. H. Where have I heard that before?" Myla asked herself, and Amy puzzled as well, as it seemed familiar.
"Maybe we should go inside…" Nellie said quietly, and Myla shook her head.
"Indoors make my unable to think. What is it?" She paced in the gravel, her hand on her chin.
"The internet is your best friend," Dan commented. Myla smiled and nodded, walking into the room they'd been assigned, somehow having gotten the key card from Nellie, followed by said au pair. Dan and Amy looked at each other for a moment, before Dan asked, "Can we really trust her? How long has it been since you've talked?"
Amy shook her head. "Even if she were to betray us in the end, I know her weakness; she's got this spot on her left arm, if you hit it hard enough, she'll faint. Besides, I don't think she'd really be capable of betraying us. She seems tough, but she's a softie." The pair nodded, and went inside, locking the car behind them.
Myla was on her cell phone, Googling something, probably the initials. After a minute, she hit her forehead. "Charles Hardin Holley, of course!" Amy smiled, but the other two just stared. "Buddy Holly's real name?" Suddenly the other two smiled as well. "I guess it's off to Lubbock Texas for us."