No, I am not dead. Yes, I am aware that I haven't updated "WHAT!" since last year (not counting that short all-dialogue fic that I posted) and no, I do not want to be pelted with rotten lettuce. XD (Anyone get the ATLA reference here?)

Here's my story: Co-author DreamerGirllikesGray has given up 39C. As in said, "You know what? I won't read the 39 Clues anymore. First, there's a love square. Like, really? What's up with that? And then, the authors make Sinead the mole. SINEAD. Sinead. SINEAD. Why would they do that? Are they trying to make my life horrible? Third, they're making a third series. That's just not right. It's never going to get and it's going to keep getting worse and worse." And keep in mind this is the girl who would quote the characters from 39C ALL the time. She was obsessed with it. She's the one who introduced this series to me. And... she's the co-writer of WHAT!; the one who makes it funny. So, I'm discontinuing WHAT! I may or may not edit it and I may or may not put it up for adoption. That depends on how lazy I am. And my writing, now that I look back, really was horrible. I don't understand how ANYONE gave good reviews. Oh well. :/ And then, of course, when school started homework rained down on me so I couldn't do anything. I'm sorry.

But I finally got enough inspiration to write a reunion fic. I know it's cliché but that way it'll make it easier for me to update. Now that we're on that subject, this fic won't be the usual Amy breaking up with Evan and Amy starting to fall for Ian/Dan and Natalie becoming a couple. Oh, and Evan's gone... to the University of Cambridge while Jake and Atticus are traveling the globe. So while they may not make an appearancee in this fic, they will be mentioned.

DISCLAIMER: (For the rest of the fanfiction) I, Shimmering Icicles, do not 39 Clues, the characters, the mansion, or anything else except the plot.

Enjoy! :)

Amy Hope Cahill opened her sea green eyes and yawned. Beams of sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windowpanes and danced at the foot of her bed, beautifully reflecting off of her jade green and royal blue-accented walls. Amy quickly jumped out of bead, showered, and donned a black turtleneck with a blue tartan flannel shirt on top and jeans in five minutes flat. It was one of those "side-effects" of the Clue Hunt.

Just as Amy was about to turn the brass doorknob to leave her room, the door was thrown open, knocking Amy down to the cherry wood floor. Dan burst into the room, out of breath, his black "Relax… I'm A Ninja" shirt wrinkled and his dirty blond hair sticking up in all directions, as if he'd just rolled out of bed.

Amy got to her feet, annoyed, and dusted off her jeans. "What is it this time, Dan? Ninjas attacking you? Skittles out of stock? Video games becoming illegal?"

Dan didn't even bother pointing out that he'd actually like ninjas attacking him, like he usually did. "It's September 27th, Amy! September 27th! What are we going to do?" Dan wailed, his expression one of pure distress.

"What wrong with—September 27th? Nooo, you must have heard the date wrong!" But one glance at the calendar next to Amy's black and gray, marble nightstand told Amy that she was the one who was actually at fault.

Oh, no! It was coming… any second now, Dan thought.

"This doesn't make any sense! Didn't we have one yesterday?" There it was: Amy was going into ranting mode. "Oh wait, that was last year. I don't even understand why they have to come every single year! Why can't it just be every century?"

Dan snickered. Amy was pacing the room, obviously upset and in her own world.

"I mean seriously, why can't we just Skype or something? Sure, that's still seeing each other, but at least it's virtual. This is one of those times when I wish we had a real house, not a mansion the size of the White House. Then, maybe we wouldn't have to hold these blasted reunions…. But Fiske would probably still find a way."

Dan laughed again, a little louder this time, but Amy was still oblivious to his presence.

"And besides, it's not like these reunions even help. It doesn't make us closer or make our urge to kill each other any less. Isn't that what it's supposed to do? And since it doesn't help at all, why can't Fiske just call it off? It doesn't make any sense!"

Dan grinned. Watching Amy in ranting mode was so much better than TV.

"And this year is even weirder! Like, really, Fiske? Why would you just leave us hanging like that and not remind us? Usually, Fiske tells us a couple of days before the reunion so we have a heads-up when the very same people who left us to die in a cave, almost fed us to sharks, betrayed us only… oh, a couple million times, would be in our house, eating and drinking from our plates, cups, and utensils, sleeping in our guestrooms, walking the floors of our mansion…! Hey, what's so funny?"

The playful fourteen-year old couldn't hold in it anymore. He started laughing so hard that he fell off of Amy's twin bed and landed on the royal blue carpet. "When… you… rant… it's… hi… la… rious," Dan tried to explain between fits of laughter.

Amy glared at him, but it soon shifted into a smile. Before long, she started laughing, as well—it was hard to say sour in front of a laughing Dan—and soon, the two were clutching their sides whilst laughing like maniacs. After a while, Amy found that she had no more laughter left in her, but Dan, who started guffawing before her, was still at it.

Suddenly, an idea hit her. Smiling devilishly, Amy grabbed the nearest pillow to her and – you guessed it – threw at Dan with so much force, his laugh stopped in his throat. Surprised, he rubbed his head where the pillow had hit him.

"What was that for?" he whined.

"For laughing at me," Amy stated simply.

Dan looked at his sister strangely. Wasn't she supposed to be the peace-making one, the true "Madrigal" of the two?

However, the look quickly disappeared, and an evil smile slowly began to form on his face. "So, you wanna play rough, huh?"

Dan snatched the pillow that Amy had thrown at him and hurled it her way. Unfortunately for him, Amy ducked. She came back up and grinned.

"You gave me too much of a warning, Dan." She shook her head, still smiling.

Dan sighed dramatically. "Whatever…" Then, "Pillow fight!"

"…And you're gonna get pounded!"

Feathers flew as the two tried to kill each other with pillows. Just then, Nellie came bursting into the room. Dan stopped, letting go of the pillow in his hand. "Oops…"

Nellie grinned, taking advantage of Dan's pause. She quickly picked up the pillow that Dan had dropped and threw it at his head. That seemed to snap him out of his trance.

"Ow! You hit me muzzle!" he cried, rubbing his now sore head. "I've taken too many hits there already."

"Muzzle?" Amy and Nellie asked simultaneously.

"Do you even know what a muzzle is?" Amy questioned.

Dan shrugged sheepishly. "Well… I kinda just randomly saw it in a book."

"You actually read? I remember you saying you'd rather have spiders suck your eyeballs out than step foot into another library ever again or something like that."

"No, it wasn't from a book in a library," Dan clarified. "It was in that book you were reading. Warriors."

Amy rolled her eyes. "'Muzzle' means mouth, you weirdo. So if Nellie was to hit you on the mouth, then your statement would have ma—"

"Oh, no! Amy, you're turning into an Ekat!" Dan exclaimed dramatically, pretending to faint. "You've been spending way too much time with Sinead."

Amy rolled her eyes for the second time that morning. "And it's not 'Hit me muzzle', by the way. Even you know that isn't proper English."

"I was surprised, okay?" Dan defended himself.

Before Amy could reply, Nellie broke in,"Okay, kiddos, we'd better stop fooling around and get ourselves and the mansion ready. The Cahills will be here by eight."

Amy looked at her watch. "Eight?" she yelped. "It's 7:09 right now. How are we going to get the whole mansion ready in one hour?"

Nellie smiled. "I meant eight at night, kiddo."

"Oh."

"Alright, Dan, you get started in the West wing. Amy, you do the East, and I'll do the North," Nellie directed, conveniently assigning herself the wing that had the most kitchens.

"And the South?" Dan asked.

"It's already clean, dweeb, since no one goes there. You know that," Amy answered.

Dan grumbled under his breath, "I knew you were too smart for your own good." But he was actually thinking, No one except me, that is.

And the three Cahills got to work in eager—or maybe not so eager—anticipation for the arrival of their distant cousins.

Is that short or what? Special thanks to Volcanic Lily (check out her THG fic "Some Semblance of Meaning" by the way) for beta-ing this fic! I really don't know when's the next time I'll update, but definitely not soon as I have to prepare for Math League and Science Fair regionals. :/

Hope you liked! Please review and feel free to give criticism but flames'll be ignored.

~Shimmering Icicles