TITLE: National Treasure Chapter 1 'The Legend Of The Treasure' (Discovering Elizabeth Fischer)

WARNING: Read my comment for the warning is there also this will be as close to the movie as Possible!

RATE: PG? I am not good at ratings to be honest if you think I should change my rating please let me know through a review and to what rating to change to, Thank YOU!

COUPLES: None that I know of that the writers of the movie didn't make this is more of a friendship between my OC and Ben so if you want romance you will have to convince me as of who my OC should be with which means sending me reviews and your thoughts on the progress of such a relationship. Who? How they meet? How they fall in love or lust? Etc. you get the jest of it!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own nor the characters owned by Walt Disney's Producers/Writers/Directors of National Treasure to which are owned by Jerry Bruckheimer producer and John Turteltaub and so forth. I only own my OC Elizabeth Cole Fischer.

COMMENT FROM WRITER: This is my first attempt at a National Treasure fan fiction and I am definitely going out of my comfort zone here. I usually make a character that falls into a world they know from having watched the movie or show… first for everything right.

Most of my childhood was spent with the Gate's family, more precisely with Benjamin Gates and his Granddad. As I got older I drifted apart from my 'brother' as I liked to call him. The only reason for this separation was because my family the Fischer's moved away when I was eleven. To this day I remember always hearing the stories of the legendary Knights Templar Treasure form Granddad Gates as well as pretending to look for it with Benji.

In 1832 on a very stormy night, Charles Carroll was the last surviving signer of the Declaration of Independence. He was also a member of a secret society known as the Masons. And he knew he was dying. He woke up his stable boy in the middle of the night and ordered him to take him to the White House to see Andrew Jackson, because it was urgent that he speak to the president. Sadly he never got the chance. The president wasn't there that night. But Charles Carroll had a secret. So he took into his confidence the one person he could, Thomas Gates.

The secret was a treasure beyond all imagining. This treasure had been fought over for centuries by tyrants, pharaohs, emperors, warlords. And every time it changed hands it grew larger. And then suddenly… it vanished. It didn't reappear for more than a thousand years, when knights from the First Crusade discovered secret vaults beneath the Temple of Solomon. The knights who found the vaults believed that the treasure was too great for any one man – not even a king.

They brought the treasure back to Europe and took the name "the Knights Templar". Over the next century they smuggled it out of Europe and they formed a new brotherhood called the Freemasons, in honor of the builders of the great temple. War followed. By the time of the American Revolution the treasure had been hidden again. By then the Masons included George Washington, Benjamin Franklin, and Paul Revere. They knew they had to make sure the treasure would never fall into the hands of the British. So they devised a series of clues and maps to its location. Over time the clues were lost or forgotten, until only one remained – and that was the secret that Charles Carroll entrusted to young Thomas Gates. Charlotte.

The secret lies with Charlotte. And who is Charlotte, well not even Mr. Carroll knew that. For many years I wondered who or what this Charlotte could be. Was it a woman or was it an object of some kind. I remember Granddad Gates telling Benji and I that the Freemasons many among our Founding Fathers left us clues. Like on a dollar bill the unfinished pyramid and they all-seeing eye. Which are symbols of the Knights Templar, guardians of the treasure. Poor Benji's dad usually laughed at Granddad Gates saying that it was just a fool's gold. That time now seems so long ago.

Many years later….. New Orleans office of National Antiquities'…..

As I was currently looking through a papers full of new items we had just received my office phone rang. Looking at it with a vengeance I picked it up and my voice sadly held a small amount of venom. "Hello, New Orleans office of National Antiquities. How may I help you?" I was replied with a British accent well at least I think it was British, "Yes I am needing to speak with a Miss Fischer please." My left eyebrow shot up and I stopped looking at the papers in my hand placing them down on my desk. "This is she."