Author's Note: I know Vespers Rising has come out so this is a bit late but I'm just going to pretend it hasn't and write my own version of Vespers Rising. This is my first fanfic so please don't be too hard on me.
Disclaimer: I do not own the 39 clues or Vespers Rising or anything except maybe the plot… please don't sue- I'm just writing for fun. Enjoy
2 months after the Clue Hunt…
Nobody's P.O.V
"Dan, get off my bed!"
Amy closed her eyes and groaned. It was 8:00a.m. on a beautiful Saturday morning and Dan, her annoying little brother, had to run into her room and jump on her bed- nearly causing her to jump out of her skin- and blabbered something about secret meetings and spies.
She buried herself deeper into her duvets and tried going back to sleep when Dan yelled, "Amy, wake up, Isabel Kabra is here and she's going to kill us all!"
Amy sat up straight, "Isabel, whe-?"
"Ha, I knew that would wake you up", Dan interrupted.
Amy's eyes widened, "Dan, why didn't you wake me up before? I'm going to be so late for school! Mrs. Tyler will be so disappointed at me."
"Today is Saturday. No school. Remember? And guess what?" Dan barged on without waiting for Amy to reply. "Uncle Fiske is holding a Cahill meeting tomorrow-at Uncle Alistair's mansion!"
"W-what? W-who e-e-else i-is c-c-coming?" Amy stuttered.
Dan knew she was thinking about Ian Kabra. She still hadn't gotten over the time in Korea when Ian had pretended to like her and then left her, Dan and Uncle Alistair- a member of the clue hunt who had also made it into the gauntlet- to die in a cave.
"The Starlings will be coming. And Ted got an eye-seeing dog named Flamsteed. The Holts are coming also. And, Alistair, obviously; it is his mansion. And," he continued hesitantly, "Ian and Natalie." She flinched at the name.
"Sometime later all the other Cahill agents will be coming too. Maybe I'll get to meet a real ninja." Amy rolled her eyes as Dan started making weird ninja poses. She pushed him off her bed where he'd sat down. She threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. Then she stumbled over to her wardrobe and pulled out a stripy black and white loose fitting top and a pair of skinny jeans. After a quick shower Amy climbed down the stairs lost in thought as she pulled her hair into a messy bun and put on her jade necklace that she had found on the day of Grace's funeral. Fiske must be insane if he thinks all the branches are just going to get along after 500 years of non-stop fighting.
Even though the clue hunt had ended on a good note and they all promised to keep in touch with each other it was only the younger generation that had made it to the gauntlet. Each branch had hundreds of agents who all hated each other's guts. I hope this works or I won't live to 15, she thought.
As she walked into the kitchen a heavenly smell hit her nose. Nellie was standing over the stove making what looked like blueberry pancakes or something but with Nellie you never know.
"Mornin' kiddo" she said.
"Nellie I'm fourteen when are you going to stop calling me a 'kiddo'?" Amy asked, clearly irritated.
She sat down at the table where Uncle Fiske was sitting reading a newspaper. He lived on the other side of Boston but came over twice a week to pick them up from school and spend the day with them. After staying in their old apartment they had soon realised it was too cramped and had decided to have Grace's mansion restored and were trying to make it exactly as it was before Grace died. Meanwhile they were staying in the guesthouse also on Grace's property. He looked up as Amy sat down and smiled, "Good morning Amy. I suppose Dan has told you about our little trip tomorrow?"Just then Nellie came over to the table and plopped the blueberry pancakes down on Amy and Fiske's plate.
"Ta-da!" she announced. I smiled and took a bite.
"We have intercepted a second top secret message from the Vespers- in code, of course- to what appears to be one of their strongholds or some sort of base." Fiske went on without waiting for a reply.
"I have called a Cahill family reunion and your Uncle Alistair was kind enough to lend us his mansion in Korea. I'm sorry Amy I can't tell you anymore and I have to leave now. William McIntyre will be meeting us at the airport at 7 o'clock sharp tomorrow morning." Fiske said as he got up and placed his plate in the sink.
"The taxi is coming at 6:15 and I have hired two decoy cabs since this is a top secret meeting. I suggest you pack your things soon. We'll be flying by private jet, courtesy of the Madrigals, so you and Daniel can take as much luggage as you like but try not to take too much because we will be wearing disguises to better blend into the crowd. We don't know how many spies the Vespers have positioned in Boston so we must be very careful. In fact we don't even know any of the vespers identities."
With that Uncle Fiske grabbed his coat and walked out the front door. He had gone back to wearing black. Amy, who'd been nodding silently got up, put her plate away, and went upstairs too. Halfway up the stairs she stopped to gaze at a picture hanging on the wall in a beautiful, captivating image. Entranced, she kept staring at the picture. It was a photograph of her parents before they died; the one Dan had gotten in Russia.
She could have stood there for hours looking at it, if Dan hadn't come running down the stairs and collided with her. They rolled down the stairs and landed in a pile of arms and legs.
"Ouch!" Amy exclaimed as she hit the bottom of the stairs.
"How many times have I told you not to run down the stairs?" she asked sternly as she slowly stood up. As she moved her leg searing pain shot up it and she gasped.
"Sorry Amy. Are you okay?" Dan asked shamefacedly.
"I think I hurt my leg," Amy replied as she moved her body, being careful not to disturb her leg, to sit down on the bottom stair. Ever so carefully she put down her foot, pulled herself up by the railing and took a tentative step forward. At first she winced but as she kept walking the pain lessened until she could walk almost normally.
Dan, who'd been watching, sighed in relief and asked, "So, when are we leaving?"
"Be ready by about 6:00 a.m. Maybe you should- you know" she hesitated, "pack your bags soon so we can get to the airport on time for once." Amy knew Dan hated it when she sounded bossy but he was still her brother and she'd have to make sure he didn't take his whole baseball collection and new samurai sword.
As if reading her thoughts Dan exclaimed, "I can't wait to show Ham my new sword! He'll love it!"
"Dan," she said cautiously, "I know Uncle Fiske said we can take as much stuff as we want but you cannot take your baseball cards or your gravestone rubbings or your sword."
"We have to look like normal tourists, you know, blend in with the crowd. It'll be like on the Clue hunt," she went on.
When Dan looked crestfallen she quickly said, "Okay you can take your ninja costume but nothing else apart from you normal clothes and stuff." Nellie, was away for a cooking course in France
Amy and Dan spent the rest of the day packing their things and cleaning the house from top to bottom which Dan, of course, hated.
A/N First of all a huge thank you to my wonderful beta Evanescence. Please review and point out any OOCness. Flames will be used to cook food (I know, I know, I stole that of someone I don't remember who though and sorry to whoever it is I don't remember your name)…
Au Revoir,
Amy Hope Cahill