Hi guys! I have always adorned Sean Bean's character---Ian Howe in National Treasure. And I have always wanted to write a fanfiction about him, so here I am! Today is my 17th birthday and so I thought it was the perfect day to post it up.

English, however, is my second language, so I'm sorry I couldn't think of a better title, but here is Chapter one! And oh, I must add, this first part at the police station...etc, I'm not familiar with the bailing procedure at all...so please bear with me!

"Who is this?" Celia Vanderbilt barked at the phone angrily, "It's like, 1 freaking AM!"

"Ah, I did forget you always slept early. Anyways, hello to you as well, doll." Ian Howe chuckled.

"What the hell," She growled, "Is this a prank call?"

"Fortunately not, dear." He said, patiently. He had to convince her, and he knew he had to take the time.

"Who is this?" She demanded.

"Your long lost husband, Ian, remember?" He laughed.

"I don't know you." She lied, "I'm hanging up now." Her voice couldn't hide how furious she was. Ian clucked his tongue, he couldn't risk the chance of her hanging up the phone, the police only allowed him to make one phone call. "Look, Celia, please. I really need your help. Can you put our past away for right now?"

"'Our' past?" She shrieked, "How dare you say that? We don't have a past. I don't want to talk to you."

Ian Howe closed his eyes, rubbing his temple, "Celia, will you please listen to me."

"No," She scoffed, "You're a selfish bastard, Ian."

"I know and you have every right to be mad at me but hear me out, I need you to do something for me…" He sounded sincere.

"Fine. What?" She mumbled.

Ian sighed in relief, "Well, I got arrested, if you were watching the news."

"Who would be watching the news at one thirty in the morning?" Celia growled, "And I personally prefer you staying behind the bars, Ian."

"Now, now." He cooed gently, "You are my spouse registered on my data, so the police station is expecting you to come give me a visit." That was obviously a lie, actually anyone could come bail him out.

"A visit?" Celia laughed sarcastically, "What do you want, flowers? And a 'congratulations, you're in jail' card?"

He licked his lips nervously, "That would be nice, but you know what would be better?"

"Hmm?" She lay down back on bed, closing her eyes, not wanting to pay attention to him.

"A million dollars in cash."

"What?" She sat up, her eyes fluttering open in shock, "A million dollars? Just to bail you out?"

"Yes. That's correct."

"I don't have that much money." She yawned, "And I need to sleep now."

"Celia, please." He was actually pleading her. This was something new.

"Where are you anyway?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.

"New York."

She was silent for a few seconds but her dramatic sigh ended it, "Fine, I'll be there soon."

He sunk back onto the chair in relief.

It took Celia visits to four different banks to withdraw the full amount of cash Ian Howe asked for and almost two hours to drive to New York. And it took four cans of Red Bull for her to stay awake.

Stomping into the police station with her purse hanging loosely on her shoulder and a silver briefcase in her hand, completely exhausted, she smacked her hand down at the counter. "I' m here to see Mr. Howe."

"And you are…?" The female officer at the front desk asked without looking up.

"Um, Celia Clementine…" She rolled her eyes, "I mean, Celia Howe."

"Mr. Howe's sister?" She asked.

Celia clicked her tongue annoyingly, "Er, I'm Mrs. Howe, as in his spouse."

The officer looked up and eyed her interestedly and asked her to sign in. Celia signed her name on the sheet hastily and a guard guided her to the room where Ian was kept.

Ian smirked when he saw his young 'wife' standing on the other side of the bars, looking very grim.

"Open up room 4!" The guard yelled. The metal bars automatically opened up and the guard walked in and unlocked Ian Howe's handcuffs, "Half an hour only, Mrs. Howe." He addressed to Celia.

"It's not going to take that long anyway." She scoffed as she pulled a metal stool next to Ian's seat. The guard nodded and exited the room and left the two of them alone.

Celia settled the briefcase down on the floor, sat down on the stool and folded her arms across her chest, arching an eyebrow, "So? I brought the money, what else would you like?"

"No flowers or even a card?" He teased, sitting down himself.

Celia crossed her legs and rolled her eyes, "Ha, ha. Oh how clumsy of me. I forgot!"

"I appreciate your humor, my dear." Ian smiled and reached out his hand, wanting to touch hers. She quickly pulled herself away, "Don't touch me."

"What's wrong, do you think we need to rekindle our…'old' flame?" He smirked, "After all, I do remember that my current wife is…you."

"Oh, speaking of that, my husband," She exclaimed dramatically, pulling out a sheet of papers from her purse, "These are the divorce papers, you just need to sign…here." She flipped to the last page and pointed at the blank line.

Ian Howe pretended to take interest in the papers and took the papers from her hand, "Let me take a look." The next second, a loud sound of the tearing of paper echoed in the cell.

"What the hell did you do that for?" She snapped, staring down at the floor that was covered with the remaining pieces of the divorce papers.

"Hey, is everything alright?" The guard yelled from the corner.

"Yes!" Ian answered, smirking at Celia, "I don't want a divorce."

"What?" She snapped, her hands clenching into fists, God how much she wanted to punch his evil, handsome face. "You made it pretty clear when you left---"

"I did what I had to do, Celia." He said calmly, leaning his back into the chair, his green eyes flickering. She held up an index finger, "Firstly, I told you I don't want anything to do with you after you began your whole illegal actions---"

"I was simply following my dreams, dear," He explained in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

She scowled, standing up and kicked the briefcase on the floor, "There's the money, go bail yourself out or whatever. I'm not familiar at all with the process because I'm not a criminal."

"Well, I do need someone to take me home." He shook his head.

"What are you hinting?" She sneered.

He shrugged casually, "Well, I do need a ride."

"Maybe one of your 'thugs' are waiting to pick you up outside." Celia suggested, turning to leave the room, "Bye, Ian."

He reached out and grabbed her thin wrist, "Celia, I need a ride."

"And why would I do that?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, annoyance very visual.

"Because you're my wife." He grinned mischievously.

"Stop mentioning that." She stared down at her own shoes.

Ian used his index finger to tilt up Celia's chin so she could look at him, "Why, do you feel guilty?"

"Guilty for what?" She slapped his hand away from her. The touch of his made her skin warm. Damn it.

"For not doing what a wife should do," He folded his arms across his chest, smiling smugly. She glared at him, her eyes shooting daggers.

"I don't recall you being a good husband either, Ian." She muttered bitterly.

"Well, let me make it up for you then." He sounded eerily sincere.

Celia pursed her lips and looked at him suspiciously. It took her a minute or so to make up her mind. "Fine, I'll give you a ride. Just warning you, this doesn't mean you can come barging back into my life."

His smile widened, "Aye, my lady." She turned on her heels, ever so gracefully, her messy ponytail swishing in the air, "Let's go and bail you out first."

The procedure was done successfully and the two of them were out on the broad daylights of New York city. They walked to Celia's lime green Volkswagon.

"Where's the BMW I got you?" Ian asked, as she opened the car door.

"I sold it." She lied, carelessly.

Ian Howe put his hand over his heart, "Oh, Celia, that breaks my heart. She was such a beauty."

Celia rolled her eyes for the thousandth time and sighed impatiently, "Get in."

He did as he was told and buckled his seat belt, kicking the squished Red Bull cans at his feet, "Long night huh, you must be exhausted."

She slammed the car door shut and started the engine, "Yes, very. As if you haven't noticed, I wasn't able to get a good night sleep." Pulling a pack of cigarettes out from her purse, she lit it. Ian Howe took notice that her hands were rather shaky, "Didn't know you smoked." He said, looking directly at her.

"Well, you do now." She exhaled the smoke deeply and turned to the window. Avoiding eye contact with him. She was smoking thin, Vogue cigarettes. He smiled.

Taking the cigarette from her fingers, he pinched it and tossed it out the window and interrupted before she could say anything, "Don't want to ruin your pearly white teeth, do you?" She rolled up the window and pouted, her eyes staring directly to the front, not paying attention to him anymore. The two of them didn't talk. It was around four in the morning when Celia's mind started to doze off.

"You seem a little tired." Ian suggested. "Why don't I drive."

"No, thank you very much." She snapped, gripping onto the steering wheel.

Actually, she just wanted to go home and sleep. But no way she was going to risk it being around her…husband, current…convict?

"Celia, come on. Let's get a room somewhere. You do look like you need some rest." He spoke carefully, not wanting to anger her.

It didn't really seem like a bad idea…but to share a same room with…him?

"I don't know if that would be appropriate." She ran her fingers through her own hair.

He reached over to her and gave her shoulders a squeeze, "You see, my dear, you are very tense." His words came out in a rather sensual way.

She wiggled away from his hands, "Don't touch me, and don't make me repeat that again." He put both his hands into the air, as if surrendering, "As you wish."

They drove for another twenty four minutes until it started to rain. The sky was unbelievably dark and gloomy and it was 4 thirty-six and she felt crabby. Maybe Ian was right, they should stop and rest. Her. Not 'they'.

"You know what," She began, "Maybe you're right. We should stop by somewhere."

All he did was smirk, "Why not…there?" Celia's eyes followed where his index finger pointed---a chic drive-in bed and breakfast. At least it wasn't some cheap motel.

"Uh, that would actually be great." She nodded, honestly. Turning the car into its driveway, "It looks pretty decent. I can't wait for breakfast."

And he couldn't wait for the bed.

A/N: What do you guys think of it? I do hope you liked and likely leave a review! I am always welcome to criticism and compliments! :)