AN: I decided to just give you guys the first chapter of the sequel because...I'm not sure. I think I'm just too nice. I still need ideas for those ideas for those two one-shots.

This chapter is dedicated to everyone who read Beauty and the Techie and asked for me to make a sequel. Thank you! You make my day. So this is the first chapter of Beauty and the Techie 2, obviously, but the movie doesn't actually start in the sequel till around Chapter Two.

You are also going to see new characters that aren't from the movie. We'll see how this goes, the last time I added an OC in a sequel, my co-writer and I got a couple of comments that our newest OC not being liked. I hope you guys like these two new characters. Alyssa, especially, is going to be kind of important and you'll see why. This story does have a tiny subplot that can be set up for a sequel to this one, but we'll talk about that when the time comes.

You guys are going to hate me a little for this chapter because well, you'll see. Just don't get the torches and pitch forks when you read how they broke up.

I don't own National Treasure or Book of Secrets. I own the characters you don't recognize.

Alyssa looks like Zooey Deschanel and Aaron looks like John Krasinski.

Happy reading. Don't kill the writer for this chapter, it will get better.

Chapter One: Alyssa

I was playing piano in a restaurant waiting for our target to arrive. I watched the people go in and putting a tip in my hat as they left. It was about closing time. It was nice of them to do that, I didn't need the tips, I had five million dollars in the bank, but it was nice to see that people liked my playing. A young woman with long ebony hair walked into the room and sat down at a table by the piano.

"Evening. Bianca's the name. Sit yourself down." I greeted, "What's your name?"

"Alyssa." She introduced herself.

"Pleased to meet you." I smiled still playing the piano.

"You're very good." She complimented.

I laughed lightly, "I'm no Heifetz, but I enjoy it."

"It sounds nice." She complimented.

"Thanks." I replied looking at her, and then asked, "You're here cause of a broken heart, right?"

"Does it show?" She asked.

"A little, I looked like that after my last break up. When you've been through it, you can tell." I replied.

"Exactly. He never showed up."

I sighed. "Typical." I stated, not really wanting to say the real reason. "That's why I alone now."

"You are?"

I nodded, "Uh-huh. I finish work. Go home, read a book, go for a walk, have a shot of rum or glass of wine or whatever I have on hand, then go to bed."I started playing again.

"Nice and simple."

"Stay away from falling in love, that's my motto." I shook my head.

"But I can't." She replied.

"Neither can I." I said, "That's the problem."

"So what was your man like?"She asked.

"A prodigy with computers, my brother's best friend..." I replied. There were so many other things I could say, but chose to change the subject on to her. "What's your guy like?"

"He's just a normal every day guy." She said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Oh, that's cool. He's charming, I bet." I questioned.

"Yeah, he has a really good way words. You?" She replied.

"He's more of a goofy, forgetful genius than charming." I said.

"Bianca, your phone!" Aaron called from another room.

"Who is it?"I asked.

After a few seconds, he answered. "Your Dad."

I took a deep breath and took my phone and went in to the other room. This was going to be interesting. I hadn't talked to anyone in almost three months Not really Dad a lot, a couple of times Abby, once in a great while Sandusky, not much of Ben, not at all to Riley. I kept to myself and talked to Aaron, and well now Alyssa. I tried to leave my past behind me for the most part.

"Hi Dad." I greeted him.

"Bianca Eva Gates, where are you? No one's seen you, and barely anyone has heard from you since the almost wedding." He was frantic.

"Right now...France." I replied calmly.

"What are you doing in France?"

"I'm working. I had a choice between two assignments, I needed to clear my head so, I took this one."

He took a deep breath. "You've never been one to run away when things get bad. You've made them worse most of the time, but running away is a first for you. He feels bad enough and he doesn't know the half of it. And I know the rest of it would kill him if he knew."

"Good, he should, dad. Why promise a commitment, if you're not going to go through with it?" I spat.

"I'm not the one you're upset with, so don't start that with me. You may be an adult now, but watch your tone when you're speaking with me." He shot.

"Sorry, I've been doing that lately. I don't know what's up with me. I've become a dragon lady, or, so Aaron calls it."

"You're working with him again?" Dad never liked Aaron. I never really got why.

"Finding him was part of my assignment."

He sighed. "When are you coming home, Bianca?"

I sighed, "I'm supposed to be back in my office next week. My assignment's complete; I just found who I've been looking for. I'm reporting in on Monday, although I really would rather not come back and face the music."

"You have to face it sooner or later; you might as well face it now. I know you're coming back for the president's birthday, why don't you come back to stay this time?"

I sighed. "I know."

"Here, Ben wants to talk to you."

"Wait, Ben's living with you now?" My question was never answered; Dad had given the phone to Ben.

"Bianca, I'm putting you on speaker, Riley and I are working on a presentation I'm giving at the archives."

"I'll hang up then and you can get back to work." I suggested.

"No…I want to talk to you I never hear from you anymore. It's like you disappeared."

"Yeah, Ben, I'm the magician that never finished their disappearing act and didn't really plan too." I replied sarcastically.

"Your luck been bad lately?"

"Not completely, just complicated."

"Compli-" Riley started.

Ben cut Riley off. "What happened?"

"Not sure, Ben. I'm fine though. I've been working a lot lately, a lot of murder cases that aren't as...clean as some of my others were. After a while, it got to much on a day to day basis so right now for a break, I'm locating people and bringing them in. I just finished an assignment. I also just finished a project that I did for fun that just came out in the states." I replied.

"What project? You didn't say anything about a project." Ben replied confused.

"Oh, I bought the rights to Alice in Wonderland, and wrote a fictional novel for it, like Gregory Maguire does for fairy tales. I was bored and had nothing to do. It's called According to Alice. I'm thinking about writing something about Robin Hood or a fairytale next."

"You're B. Fences?! That's not- You wrote that book?! It's outselling mine, four to one! You couldn't let me write a book and let it succeed?!"Riley yelled.

"Who else could be B. Fences, Riley? I didn't even try to think of a pen name." I replied to his first comment irritated, "And I read your book, Riley! Yeah, you could have cited your sources better! Oh, wait, that wouldn't look to good to say your FBI Agent fiancé, well ex-fiancé now, accidentally, gave you all your information because she can't keep her mouth shut." I yelled back.

"I researched my sources!" He retorted.

"Yeah, after I told you which ones were real and which ones weren't! I even told you ones you hadn't even heard of. I was the reason you could write that damn book! Did I get a thank you? No, I got pushed aside! And then stood up at the altar! You never showed up! Do you know how long I waited?! All night! You didn't even have the decency to call!"

"All night? What sort of person stands at an altar all night?" he asked.

"The person who was in love with you!" I shot back.

"Is this about the book or about the wedding?" he asked.

"Both! All of it!" I said. "I'm not going to be second in your life. Not anymore, it's exhausting."

Riley was silent for a moment. "You're not second." I laughed, disbelieving. He added "I didn't give you credit in the book because I didn't want you to lose your job because you told me all that stuff."

"And the wedding?" I asked.

"I-," he faltered. "I can't explain. I just got carried away."

"Oh come on, you've had six weeks to come up with a better excuse," I retorted.

"I told you the truth, I thought there was some merit in that-" he said.

I hung up the hurt to much to listen right now. I turned; Alyssa was leaning against the door frame, looking at me.

"That him?"

I nodded and looked down, "Yeah."

"He didn't show up to your wedding?" she asked incredulously. I could only nod this time. "He must have some reason."

"All I know is that he was distracted by his book and he didn't show up." I turned away and crossed my arms because I absolutely wasn't going to cry. And if I failed at that, no one was going to see…

"You ever think he might be sorry?" she asked gently.

"He'll be sorry for the rest of his life, then."

She sighed. "I think you should give your little technophile the benefit of the doubt. You don't know what happened-"

"Yeah, I do. He was too carried away with with his book and forgot."

She nodded and went on, "And even if it was his book, forgive and forget. Trust me, forgiving can't make it worse. Forgiving won't make what he did right or ok, but I can tell you miss him,"

"I don't miss him. I'm just fine without him."

"No, you're not. You're not over him at all. You've got it bad."

"I do not have it bad." I retorted.

"Then prove it. Go back home and face the music."

"Fine, but you're coming with us, Howe." I agreed. I walked out of the room.

Her eyes went wide. "I think you might have-" She tried to deny it.

"It's okay, Miss Howe," I told her, "I'm Agent Gates. I'm from the FBI, Department of International Affairs. You made a call about your brother, Ian Howe, a couple of months ago. They sent me and my partner, Agent Montgomery, here to retrieve you. We will be guarding you until the government can make arrangements to put you into the Witness Protection Program. Ian is in prison, but we still have our concerns about him, so we want to make sure your safe." I said in a serious tone, and then added lightly to take a little bit of the edge off, "I like your hair by the way. The dark hair seems to suit you better. I think I like it better than the blonde hair." I said to her, and then called to Aaron asking, "Hey Aaron, feel like going back to D.C.?"

He smirked. "I thought you'd never ask."

"How did you know who I was?" Alyssa asked me.

"Your eyes." I replied simply.