This is a National Treasure fanfic that takes place during the whole movie. Except, I've stuck in the character I've created, Ivy Fairview. She may look like your average annoying sarcastic teen, but I can promise there's more to her than that. Read and enjoy!

Ivy Fairview drummed her black nail polished fingernails on the counter. This had to be the worst job she ever had taken. Well, then again, working at McDonald's might have been slightly worse. Fast food was never her thing anyway.

Ivy was 18 years old. She was quite small for her age, about 5"2. Her dark brown hair had spots and strands of blue, and she wore dark make-up quite often whenever she didn't want to be bothered. Her wardrobe was mostly reds, blues, greens and blacks. Today she was wearing a black t-shirt with a red AC/Dc symbol and a pair of black cargo pants. On the side she hung a long silver chain, which read, "Rocker Chick." She had a bracelet that read, "Rebel" in big bold medieval letters. Her earrings were a guitar in one ear and skull and crossbones in the other. To complete her outfit, a pair of red and black Converse All-Stars were tied tightly on her feet.

But the whole thing was thrown off by the hideous salesperson apron she had to wear overtop. Now she looked like a regular teenager working at a cheap drugstore.

It would strike anyone as odd to why she took the job here at the National Archives. Her parents had enrolled her in boarding school in Washington, D.C. and she ran away. Taking a huge wad of cash stolen from her father, she found a place to stay and a job. In fact, besides loving Green Day and her black electric Fender guitar, Ivy loved history.

Ivy kept all of this a secret behind her hazel eyes. When she saw the add for jobs in the newspaper at the National Archives, she was hoping to get a job as a janitor or something, so she could sneak a peek at the Declaration of Independence during work hours. But all that was left when she got there was this stupid cashier work in the gift shop. It was long and boring.

There was hardly anyone here that night. It might have been because of the 70th Anniversary Gala, which had all kinds of people gathering in fancy outfits that probably cost plenty more than her rent. Ivy absentmindedly recited the first line of the Declaration under her breath as she gazed around the store, "When in the Course of human events, it is necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have-"

Wait, what was the man over there doing? He looked conspicuous. There was something inside his tuxedo jacket…it was one of those souvenirs of the Declaration. Was he…

"Are you trying to steal that?" Ivy spoke up, catching the man's attention.

The man looked across the room at her. His cheeks flushed as he pulled out the souvenir from his jacket and held it in his hands.

"Uh…" he was obviously at a loss for words as he approached the counter.

"It's $35.00." Ivy said plainly. It was ridiculous how long she'd been working here. Now she had the prices memorized.

"That's an awful lot." He said in surprise.

"Hey, I don't make the prices." Ivy groaned.

The man opened his wallet and spilled changed on the counter as Ivy watched.

"Let's see…uh…five…twenty…thirty-two…" He didn't have enough. She could tell.

"We take Visa." Ivy offered.

The man gave a quick smile of embarrassment and took out his Visa card. Ivy took a moment to run it through and reached down to get a bag for the souvenir.

"Here you go sir, have a nice-"

But he was gone. His Visa card was still on the counter.

"Oh lord," Ivy muttered, "Why me?"

She picked up the card as well as the receipt and stuffed them in the pocket in the back of her pants. Quickly going around the counter, Ivy called to Lisa, the other person working there that night, "This guy left his Visa card. I'm going to go give it back to him."

"Whatever." Lisa replied.

Ivy went into the Gala and scanned the entire crowd as quickly as possible. She may have been only a teen, but she had such a good memory that she remembered his face. It might have been the weird eyebrows. It was soon clear he wasn't there.

Ivy went out the door and was soon on the steps. Where was this man? How far did he go? And why did he try to steal a souvenir?

Then she saw him walking across the street. Ivy was sure of it. But before she could start to make her way to him, Dr. Abigail Chase flew past her.

Ivy stood glued to the spot as she watched Dr. Chase talk to him. What the heck was she doing out here? Didn't she have to be inside sipping expensive champagne with the rest of the fancy airheads? This time she was getting the answers to her questions. She started across the street.

The man and Dr. Chase were standing behind a large red van. It was really tacky, Ivy thought, as she approached him. She dug into her pocket and pulled out the receipt, "Uh, excuse me!"

He didn't seem to hear her. The security alarms went off. Ivy watched in confusion as he roughly ushered the souvenir into Dr. Chase's hands. Ivy sneaked and ran around the front of the van. She was quick enough to open the back doors and climb in. This was it. No more boring days at the Archives!

What a weird van this was. All kinds of scientific items and gadgets surrounded her. There was a small cabinet and a laptop computer as well. Were these people scientists?

"Wait, we can't just leave her!" A voice said urgently. It came from the driver's seat.

"Yes we can, go!" The man assured him.

The van took off. Ivy quickly covered herself with a tarp, afraid to come out. This was turning into a car chase; she could feel it. The excitement flowed through her. But then, as fast as it had started, something fell out of a nearby cabinet and hit her head, knocking Ivy Fairview out cold.

"Wait, let GO!"

Ivy opened her eyes immediately to the sound of a woman screaming. She looked around and realized she was still in the van of Mr. Visa. Did she pass out?

As she sat up, a throbbing pain appeared in the side of her head.

"GAAH!" Ivy screamed, cursing under her breath.

She heard the sound of someone opening the back door. Ivy covered herself in the tarp once again. Then she realized her foot was sticking out from underneath. But it was too late.

"Uh, Ben…"

Someone was lifting the tarp up off her. Oh no you don't, Ivy thought. She clenched her hand into a first and punched the person square in the face.

"OWWW!"

Ivy sat up and looked back. It was a guy. Not much later did the credit-card man arrive at the back off the van, along with none other than Dr. Chase.

"Who are you?" He asked.

Ivy regained her breath, "Just the person you left your Visa with. Here."

She reached into her back pocket and handed the card to him.

"Ivy…Ferris?" Dr. Chase frowned, "We just hired her a month ago…how did you get here?"

Ivy cocked an eyebrow, "It's Fairview. How did you?"

The guy she hit was on the grass. He was just regaining consciousness, by the looks of it, and he was clutching his jaw quite a bit. Now she could see what he looked like. His hair was brown and very messy, and he had a sweater on that was dark blue. The pants he was wearing were obviously too big for him. To complete his outfit was a pair of black-rimmed glasses that hid the color of his eyes. Great, Ivy thought to herself, a geek.

"Riley, what are you doing down there?" The man said, helping the guy off the ground.

"Look, she punched me!" Riley pointed at Ivy.

"It was in self-defense." Ivy said evidently.

"Yeah, right. You're a punk. Don't you always go around beating up guys like me?"

"If you're this annoying, then yes."

"Hey, hey, stop it," The man pulled Riley and Ivy apart, "Listen, Miss Fairview, this is all a big misunderstanding. Riley and I will take you back. But I'd like to know how you got in the back of our van in the first place."

Ivy sighed and clicked banged her shoes together. She explained the whole thing to them.

"There, you happy? Now I want my questions answered. Who are you? How come Dr. Chase is here? Why did you try to steal that souvenir of the Declaration?"

"I'm Ben…Ben Jefferson…"

Ivy shook her head, "You're lying."

Ben frowned, "No I'm not."

"Yeah, you are," She continued, "When people lie they avoid eye-contact. At least, really bad liars do. There is hardly anything you can do about it."

Dr. Chase raised her eyebrows, "His name is Ben Gates. I got pulled into this whole thing by accident, and about the souvenir…"

"Will you please be quiet?" Ben gates said to her, annoyed.

"I will when you let me take the Declaration back." Dr. Chase said with a clever smile.

"The…the Declaration? Wait…"

Ivy snatched the poster container from Ben and opened it up. She slowly pulled out the actual Declaration of Independence, and then slid it back in.

"You STOLE it?" She said, her mouth dropping open, "You stole the Declaration of Independence? AND you're name is Ben Gates? The treasure family…Oh my god…"

Riley smirked, "Well this is great. Now along with Dr. Chase, we've pulled in Avril Lavigne."

Ivy's eyes flashed with anger. She hated being called Avril Lavigne

"My name is Ivy," She said through clenched teeth, "I'm only going to tell you this once. Don't you EVER call me Avril Lavigne!"

Ben, impatient, pulled Ivy out of the van and let her into the open park.

"There. Go. You're free."

Ivy looked at him as though he was crazy.

"I'm not going anywhere," Ivy said, "Except with you."

"WHAT!" Riley's eyes grew wide and he shook his head, "Ben, we're not bringing her with us. She's slowing us down as it is!"

"I won't slow you down," Ivy promised, "Please. My life sucks as it is. I've never had a real adventure or anything. But on the plus side, I know a lot about history."

Riley scoffed, "Sure you do. You're a Goth, and probably a Green Day fan too. Why would you know anything?"

Ivy tried to ignore Riley, "The only reason I took the crappy job at the National Archives was so I could look at the historical stuff doing working hours. PLEASE let me come with you."

Ben sighed. Riley closed his eyes as though praying he wouldn't say yes. Dr. Chase put her hands on her hips, apparently knowing the answer.

"Fine. Get back in the van." Ben said finally.

"Get back in the…oh my god…" Riley looked angry, "Come on, Ben, you've got to be kidding! She's a kid, for crying out loud."

"I'm almost 19, for your information," Ivy snapped, "And what are you, 24?"

"25," Riley corrected, "Just get in and shut your yap."

"Alright," Ben said as they starting driving away, "We'll go to my dad's place first."

Ivy smiled evilly at Riley.

"Looks like we're partners in crime." She said.

Riley looked back at her through the mirror, "Don't count on it."