He's the story

He's the story. I FINALLY got to see National Treasure 2 last night and since then this drabble has been begging me to write it. Since I didn't do any other writing today I figured I should at least do some.

Disclaimer: I don't own NT2 or LotR

Cibola. City of Gold. City of doomed-to-drown-in-water...

"Abigail, you make my parents leave," Ben was saying. I wasn't watching Abigail though. I was watching Ben.

Sure, Abigail might be able to make Patrick and Emily to move but I wasn't leaving him. Ben was like a big brother to me. He was the only family I had.

I was forcibly reminded of a character from a movie that Abi had dragged me and Ben to. It was Lord of the Rings. The first one or Fellowship of something or other. Not that it mattered now. It's that just now I remembered that at the end one character, Sam, had jumped into the river after Frodo even though he couldn't swim.

I remember thinking at the time that Sam was an idiot. I mean, dude, he couldn't even swim and it was clear that Frodo didn't want him to come with.

I started noticing similarities between Frodo and Sam and Ben and me. Funny what you notice when you're an inch and a half from death. Both Frodo and Bed were in a way sacrificing themselves to save people. Sam and I would both risk anything to go with them. Even drowning. Mount Doom or Mount Rushmore; what's the difference. That's us, the tag-along side kicks with giant backpacks to boot.

Sam Gamgee is my hero now. He actually got to Frodo. I couldn't get to Ben. And I'm the one that can swim!

But by some miracle Ben got out. Ben and Abigail held onto each other as the water emptied out and I clung to Ben's arm, just to make sure he was there. And that annoyingly catchy line from Lord of the Rings kept running through my head.

"Don't you leave him, Samwise Gamgee."

"Don't you leave him Riley Poole," mimicked a voice in my head.

I don't plan to.