-Ok so I've recently been on a National Treasure kick, because I Love those movies- mainly the first one, but the second one is okay. This is my first story in National Treasure, so be kind. If you haven't noticed I tend to skip around on my stories a lot, one genre to another. Well, I'm working on it folks. All my other stories will be continued as well.

The first chapter of this is kind of short, and things might seem a little bit out of order when you're reading the chapters, but trust me they aren't. It's kind of like those stories where they flash back, and then flash forward to the present. This story starts near the end. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own National Treasure, strangely enough. Lol. Jk.

Running out…

The fact that Riley wasn't at his own best friend's wedding cast a shadow over the whole thing, he didn't really even know why he wasn't here. Ben's best friend wasn't at his side, and it took its toll on him. If Riley had been there, he would have animatedly been telling him why they chose this church, but he wasn't. So that was that.

All thoughts of his troubles and his wayward friend were banished when he saw Abigail at the entrance of the church. When Abi was by his side, he took her hand, and they listened and waited with giddy anticipation to be joined in matrimony.

"And if anyone has reason to keep these two apart, speak now or forever hold your peace!" the lively Irishman projected to the church.

Ben smiled at Abi, and squeezed her hand gently as they waited. She was beautiful, in her white dress. It was simple and made her look amazing, and Ben looked at her adoringly. "I love you," he mouthed.

She grinned back at him.

"Well. Alright then! B…" he was cut off by the sound of the very old church doors banging open.

There were shrieks of surprise and horror when three black clad, gun wielding men entered, walking up the isle. "We have a reason," one of them joked to his friend, who chuckled at the joke.

"Everybody down, and no one gets hurt…" the leader shouted to the room, to the priest he said, "Sorry Padre, there won't be a wedding today, these two are coming with me!"

Father O'Malley looked at the man in surprise, "Well, you should be lettin 'em be joined in matrimony before ye go an' kill em."

"We're not here to kill them," the man snapped, looking around. He turned to Ben, "You are Benjamin Gates aren't you?"

"Eh, would you believe me if I said that my name was Nicholas Cage?" he asked with a shrug of his shoulders.

The man did not appreciate the joke, and hit him in the stomach.

"So I guess you're not here for the wedding," he continued. He was stalling for time; someone had to have called the police. "If you are, then I certainly didn't invite you. Did you Abs?"

"Shut up!" the man yelled at him. "Shut up and get moving,"

"Now that wasn't very nice," Ben said with a mock look of annoyance. He was hit again for his efforts. Rubbing his jaw he stood up. "Now listen," he began, but stopped when he saw the weapon now pointing at Abigail. "All right," he conceded. "We'll come,"

As they were led back down the isle, he patted his father's shoulder comfortingly. "We'll be alright," he called to him, over his shoulder. "I'm sure this is just a simple mistake."

"You wish," the man leading them out muttered to himself.