Summary: Ian is confused and frustrated. Why is he acting like this towards Amy? He's supposed to keep up his image as a cold-blooded, lethal Lucian. What happened to his barriers, the ones he put up to keep him from emotional pain? Amy Cahill has stripped them down…but is that nesissarily a bad thing…?
This is for G-(I won't write your full name), who gave me the idea for the fanfic. I know you guys are thinking: WTF is wrong with you!? You're starting another story? You have two others that you barely manage to update on! Geez!
But sorry, but, I had to do this…
Oh! I forgot! Disclaimer: I don't own 39 clues.
~evil
Ian's POV
I was sitting slumped, ( making sure no one was around, first, of course, since Queen Elizabeth forbid that someone might see him in this lowly peasant-like state,) in my expensive leather chair ( imported from Slovakia), at Mission Control. I had been stuck there ever since Fiske had announced some kind of 'duties shift' for me. I had been switched with Sinead, which originally was fine, because I got to tease Amy all day, by calling her love, which, for some strange reason, always cheered me up, but ever since she had been switched with Daniel, I was here with Jonah, Daniel, and my sister Natalie. Daniel and Natalie cooped up together? Not a good combination. Not only was it tiring here, it was, in my opinion, quite useless. I would rather be out in the world as an international spy like Sinead, Amy, Ted, and Hamilton were. Yes, it was rather life threatening, but, honestly? That was part of the thrill.
Hearing a persistent knocking at the door, I immediately straightened his back into my Perfect Posture Position, something I had been forced to perfect over the years with Isabel Kabra as my mum. "Come in." I called. It was Daniel. "Did you check your Troniter today?" He asked. Troniters monitored the trackers, (hence their name) that all their intelligence crew had, in case of an emergency. I swung his chair around and swiftly rolled up the sleeves of my Armani suit and began to type. After several seconds my blood went cold. Which was really saying something, as I was oft known as a cold-blooded Kabra: A true Lucian. There were only several things that could do that. And one of them was seeing the words 'Vesper Capture' after the code A692; Amy's code.
DAN'S POV
Urghh! He really was a Cobra! I mean, why was he just sitting there, with a shocked expression on his face? Seriously? Wasn't he going to do anything? "So, what, my sister gets kidnapped and all you can do is stare?" Cobra snapped out of his reverie. "Well, peasant, are you doing anything? She is your sister, after all, Daniel." Oh, wait until I used my awesome ninja skills to knock that arrogant British smirk off his face. I've told him not to call me Daniel! " MY. NAME. IS. DAN!" " I see, Daniel. Now, scat!" I narrowed my eyes in my best ninja glare. "You will regret the day you messed with the ninja of awesomeness!" After that, I DRAMATICALLY ninja-walked out of the room.
IAN'S POV
After Dan's 'dramatic' exit. I balanced my head on my fingers. Amy. Amy was missing. I honestly didn't even know why I cared. It certainly wasn't that I liked her, and even if I possibly did, she most definitely didn't like me...I think... Not after all that I'd done to her; not after Korea. I winced as a wave of guilt spread over me. Yes, I admit it; I was feeling guilty. What the bloody hell was happening to me?
This was not Ian Kabra. Ian Kabra was cold-hearted, handsome, cunning, manipulating, and composed. So why was I acting like this all of a sudden?
I hit 700 words so I thought I should stop there, and see if any of you guys are interested in this story. It's not very good, like I said, my first Amian fic. (Did I mention that before?) Oh well, please, I would love some CC, especially since I'm rather new at this. Review if you hate Evan!
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Tata
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~Luna