Disclaimer: I do not own the 39 clues, and any future reference or suggestion that I do works into the style of the story, and, of course, is not true.

Hello everyone! This is Amy Cahill. I have decided that the story of Dan and Natalie is too beautiful to ignore, and I have carefully gathered these stories of how they came to be. Since I have not witnessed all of their "moments" and cannot possibly tell the story on my own reliably, I have made an agreement with a few of my friends/companions and we have agreed to write what we have seen of Dan/Natalie. I have chosen this story to start us off, because, well, it seemed to be a starting sort of story. I hope you enjoy, and I hope the random fanfiction author whom I decided to send this to actually follows up on her promises to publish this.

~Amy Cahill

Author: Ian Kabra

Editor: Amy Cahill

Publisher: ATrueHufflepuff13

Title: Regrets

Setting: Near the end of book 3

I backed away from the rumbling stone, horrified at what I had just done. It had took so much effort to lock Amy Cahill in that cave, but I was about to slip the coin back into the slot and undo it all. If only she would forgive me, if only she would-

"Snap out of it, Ian,"

I turned, and looked at my younger sister.

"What?"

"I admit that seducing that Cahill girl was clever and effective, and it certainly succeeded in lowering their suspicions, but if I find out that you actually were falling for her, well I'm sure a quick talk with father will fix it."

"No," I said, and I'm sure my face paled. "The idea is outrageous. Come on Natalie, even Dan realized it was fake. Surely you couldn't be that slow."

Natalie's face turned bright red. "Shut up. That Dan Cahill is an idiot, don't ever compare me with him again. Besides, I do think you were falling for the Cahill girl. Were you? Tell me dear brother. Do you fancy Amy?"

Natalie's eyelashes fluttered, and she clasped her hands to her chest, in a fake eagerness to learn of my romantic perspective.

"No, definitely not, and if you even think of mentioning it to Father again, I might let it slip that you fancy Dan."

What happened next was extremely surprising. I had expected Natalie to go purple and start screaming how stupid I was to think of such a thing and how horrible being compared to that wretch of a boy was, and how if I ever mentioned such a thing to father she would pour honey and tomato juice all over my clothes, and how utterly incomprehensible the idea was, and how smooching on boys had never ever been part of the plan, but she didn't.

She only turned pale and muttered "I will murder you in your bed if you tell father I fancy Dan Cahill. I do not and never will!" and stomped off.

I was shocked. Did Natalie fancy Dan after all? I had never actually thought of it before now, but the idea was so absurd. DID Natalie fancy Dan Cahill? She couldn't! But if she didn't, why didn't she explode at me after my threat? Why was she so frightened at the idea of me telling father she fancied someone, unless she did?

Bending down in the dirt, I scratched a message to Amy. I knew she would get out of the cave. I wouldn't have ever been able to lock her away if I hadn't known she would be able to get out somehow. She would probably never find this message. I didn't care.

"Amy, I'm sorry." I wrote. I wanted to write more, maybe an entire love letter, but I couldn't bring myself to. I stood up, looked back at the cave one last time, and ran to catch up with Natalie.

Author's Notes: WELL! Ian Kabra really is a pest sometimes. I kept asking him and asking him NOT to put any flowery stuff about me into his writing, but he kept demanding that the story wasn't complete without it. Believe me, I edited half the lovey-dovey stuff out before even thinking of allowing it in print, but I couldn't scrap the whole story. Isn't the concept amazing? I think Ian is a marvelous writer, even if he is a complete pest. His work is so… romantic? I guess that's what I'm looking for.