I do not own the 39 Clues, Gucci, Prada, or personal maids named Fifi ((I'll give you three guesses who this chapter's about)).


A scream ripped through the early morning silence of the Kabra mansion, causing the birds outside to fall out of their nests and the servants in the kitchen to run for cover.

Ian burst into his sister's suite, his tie dangling loose around his neck and his dress shoes hanging from one hand. In his other hand he grasped a small revolver, which he held up as his amber eyes searched his sister's room, looking for the cause of the scream.

Not finding any rampaging gunmen, rabid rats, or fashion magazines that announced that Gucci just went out of style, Ian turned to his sister. "What on earth is the matter?" he demanded.

Natalie was sitting at her dressing table, a sleek laptop sitting on top. Her face was pale, and Ian followed her finger to where she was pointing at on the screen.

Ian furrowed his brow. "What's Natan? Some cheap new company competing with Prada?"

Natalie's eyes stayed glued to the screen. "Worse," she whispered hoarsely. "Much, much worse, Ian." She finally looked up at her brother. "Have you checked your email yet?"

Ian had spent most of the night before going through old recipes from former customers and haggling over art prices from various auctions. He had a staff meeting in twenty minutes, and was in no mood to play guessing games with his sister. "No. Why?"

Natalie turned back to her laptop. "Take a look," she said. "And stop waving around that gun like a madman. You look like a first-class idiot."

Ian suddenly realized he was still holding the revolver. He set it down on the dressing table and looked at the screen over Natalie's shoulder. "What website is that?"

"Fictionforfans dot com. Some little commoners website where people with no chance of publishing their own novels take the ideas of real authors and create their own stories."

Ian still didn't understand why she was so upset about this little loser website. "So why...?"

"These people," Natalie continued as if Ian hadn't spoke, "have the audacity to base their stories off of the books those Cahills authors wrote about the clue hunt, and have written stories about...about..." She covered her eyes. "I can't even say it," she whispered dramatically. "Just...look."

Ian gave his sister a strange look, wondering if she might have gotten a bit crazy in the head. He had always thought that all that purfume might do something to her mind after awhile.

Then he looked at the screen.

Natalie had obviously navigated away from a more central home page, and the screen now displayed a list of categories. The arrow was over one title, reading, "Natalie's Love Stories".

Ian snickered.

"It's not funny!" Natalie cried out. "I'm afraid to look!"

Ian took the mouse and navigated it towards the first link, titled "Natilton".

"Ian! No! That didn't mean I wanted YOU to read it!"

"Pity," Ian said, ignoring her protests and clicking on the link.

"NO! IAN!" Natalie shrieked as the Natilton page popped up.

"Hm," Ian murmured, scrolling down the list of stories, "which shall we read first?"

"Ian Kabra, I swear, you click any one of those stories and I'll..."

Ian clicked on a story.

"IIIIIIAAAAAANNNNNN!" Natalie whined.

Ian began to read:

Natalie Kabra spun around in front of the mirror, wanting to see her wedding dress from every angle.

"WEDDING DRESS?" Natalie shrieked.

"Of course," Ian said, thoroughly amused by all of this. "Can't have a wedding without a wedding dress, now can you?"

Natalie glared at him. "I was reacting to the fact that I'm apparently getting married, you idiot! To whom am I getting married?"

"Why don't you let me continue reading, and perhaps you will find out."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"KEEP READING!"

There was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" Natalie asked.
"It's..."

Ian faltered a little, then continued, "...Amy." Natalie snickered at the look on his face.

"Come in!" Natalie called.
Amy entered the room. She and Natalie had become good friends since the clue hunt, and she was now married to...

Ian cleared his throat. "Er, mind if I skip this part?"

"Yes, I MIND!" Natalie pushed her brother out of the way and continued reading aloud:

...and she was now married to Natalie's brother, Ian.

Natalie looked at Ian, who reddened. He coughed once, then said, "I'll keep reading."

Amy looked at Natalie. "Wow, Nat," she said. "You look great."

Natalie blushed. "Thanks," she said.

Amy patted her hand. "I hope you two are as happy as Ian and I are together," she said.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Can I come in?" came a voice.

"No!" Amy yelled. "Go away, Dan!"

"Okay, okay!" Dan called back. "Just wanted to tell Natalie that Hamilton says that he loves you and he'll see you at the altar."


Fifi, Natalie's personal maid, ran into the room. "Miss Natalie?" she asked. "Is everything okay? I heard a loud thump!"

Natalie was lying on the floor, seemingly unconscious. Ian was kneeling over her, gently slapping her cheeks. He looked up as Fifi entered the room. "Don't just stand there staring like an idiot! Get some smelling salts!"

Fifi backed out of the room, and Ian could hear her footsteps disappearing down the hall. She quickly returned with some smelling salts, which Ian snatched out of her hand and waved under his sister's nose.

Natalie groaned, and her eyes fluttered. "Ian?" she murmured, eyes half shut.

"What?"

Natalie's eyes slowly opened, and she struggled to sit up.

"Ian...I...I just had an awful dream. You were there, and we were reading this story..."

"Natalie..."

"...and it said I was getting married. And you were there, you were married to Amy Cahill, and then..."

"Natalie..."

"...Daniel Cahill came in and he said that I..."

"Natalie..."

"...was getting married to...to..."

"NATALIE!"

Natalie looked up at him. "What?"

"That wasn't a dream. We were really reading that story."

Natalie stared at him. "You mean, that story really was...ohhh..." She swayed a little where she sat, looking like she might faint again.

Ian grabbed her shoulders. "Get a hold of yourself, Natalie!" he demanded. "It was just a story."

Natalie shuddered. "But to think...that someone could even insinuate that I would ever..." She closed her eyes and leaned back against her bed, looking slightly green.

Ian looked up at Fifi, who was still standing there, staring at the siblings. "Stop gaping!" Ian ordered. "You look like a goldfish with your mouth hanging open like that." He stood up and waved a hand at the maid. "Now get out of here."

Fifi quickly made her escape, shutting the door behind her.

Ian turned to his sister. "Natalie, I am ashamed of you," he said. "Letting some riff-raff's fictional story about you get into your head." He took a hold of her shoulders. "You are Natalie Kabra. You are eleven years old. You are not getting married any time soon, and when you do, it will be to some rich blue blood who is only marrying you for your money."

This seemed to make Natalie feel a little better.

Ian scoffed at his sister. "Really, I'm surprised at you. I would never let some trivial story like that get to me."

Natalie glared up at him. "No? Well, we'll see about that." She shakily got to her feet, and made her way to her laptop.

"What are you doing?" Ian asked suspiciously.

After clicking some keys, she smiled and said, "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

Ian, who was still standing by her bed, looked at her somewhat warily. "What? What is it?"

"They have a whole category devoted to Ian's Love Stories." Natalie looked at him. "Does that bother you at all?"

Ian's face remained impassive. "Not in the slightest."

Natalie clicked on the link, and a few categories popped up. "There are categories for stories. Do you know what these titles are? They're mash-ups of your name and the names of certain females." Natalie glanced at Ian, who gave a noncommittal shrug.

Natalie, becoming a tad impatient, began to read the titles aloud, "Reagian, Madian, Sinian...oh, look at this!"

"What? What is it?" Ian exclaimed. Natalie looked at him, and he cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I mean, er, not that I really care."

Natalie gave him a devious smile. "There's this one category...interesting, it seems to have the most hits out of all of the categories."

Ian rolled his eyes. Natalie seemed to be enjoying making him wait in suspense.

Finally, not getting any more reactions from Ian, Natalie said, "The category is...Amian."

Although Ian was borderline genius, it took him a moment to process the mix-up of names. Once he did, however, it took all of his willpower to dash across the room and look at those stories.

Instead, he bit his tongue and said, "Really? That's...nice."

Natalie glared at her brother. "Come now, Ian," she said. "Don't hold back. These people have no right writing stories about someone like you even associating with someone like Amy Cahill."

"Oh, is that who the stories are about? I didn't realize."

Natalie looked at him suspiciously. "I'm sure you didn't," she said slowly. "Anyway, you wouldn't mind if I read one, would you?"

"Not a bit," Ian said through gritted teeth. He looked at his watch. "Unfortunately, I have a meeting in five minutes, so I really should be..."

"Your meeting is in ten minutes, Ian. Take a seat."

Ian begrudgingly sat down at the foot of his sister's queen-sized bed.

Natalie clicked on the first story and began to read:

Amy Cahill walked to school with her boyfriend, Hamilton Holt.

"WHAT?"

Natalie raised an eyebrow at her brother. Ian cleared his throat. "I mean, er, that's an interesting way to begin a story."

"I suppose..." Natalie gave him a strange look and continued reading:

Suddenly, someone appeared in front of them.

"Get lost, Cobra," Hamilton snarled, putting an arm around Amy. "She's MY girlfriend now."

Ian looked at Amy. "Amy, please, just let me talk to you," he begged.

"Y-you've g-g-given m-me e-enough r-r-reason n-n-not t-to t-trust y-y-you," Amy stammered.

"She doesn't stutter that much."

"Why do you even take notice of something like that?"

"I don't."

"Of course you don't."

Ian reached for Amy's hand. "Amy, please, I'm sorry for everything I've done. I love you."

Amy smiled at him. "I love you too, Ian."

"NO!" Hamilton yelled. He punched Ian in the face.

"How DARE he!" Ian exclaimed.

Natalie gave her brother a flat look. "Ian. It's just a story."

Ian reddened. "Right, then. Carry on."

Ian sprawled to the ground.

"No!" Amy screamed, running at Hamilton to stop him from hurting Ian any more. Hamilton pushed her aside and ran off.

Amy fell down from being pushed by Hamilton, and she crawled over to where Ian lay. "Are you okay?" she asked him.

Ian smiled at her. "I'm fine," he said. "Let's go ride in my limo."

"Okay!"

Six years later, they got married, had two kids named Cindy and Gerald, Natalie and Amy became best friends, and they all lived happily ever after.

The Kabras fell to the floor, cracking up.

"Me...me and Amy Cahill? Best friends?" Natalie giggled. "That's rich!"

Ian chuckled. "This story is ridiculous!"

"I know!"

"I mean, I would never name my son Gerald!"

Natalie looked at her brother. "That's it? That's what you consider the strangest thing about this story?"

Ian shrugged. "Well, the part about you and Amy becoming friends isa bit of a stretch, but..."

"Ian! You consider marrying Amy Cahill NORMAL?" Natalie shrieked.

Ian suddenly realized the hole he had dug himself into. "No, no, of course not!" he said. "The whole story is ridiculous! Pure folly! Disgraceful!"

Natalie nodded. "Much better."

Ian continued, "How could they even hint at the fact that I would ever want to marry Amy Cahill? It's absurd!"

"Ian..."

"Of all the crazy ideas..."

"Um, Ian...?"

"This person needs a serious reality check..."

"Ian!"

"What?"

"Don't you have a meeting in three minutes?"

Ian looked at his watch and jumped to his feet. "Oh, god, you're right!" He dashed to the door, knotting his tie as he went.

"Ian?"

"What?"

Natalie held up his revolver that he had left of her dressing table.

Ian went back to retrieve his gun. "Well, good thing none of the other people who were on the clue hunt read these. It's hard enough reading them yourself, but knowing that others read them..."

Natalie grew pale.

"What? What's wrong?" Ian's eyes widened. "Natalie...how did you come across that website?"

Natalie looked up at him and said in a hoarse whisper, "Hamilton Holt sent it to me."

Ian closed his eyes. "And who else did he send it to?"

Natalie turned to the laptop and opened her webmail to check.


Two screams erupted in the early morning stillness of the Kabra mansion, causing the birds outside, who had just flown back into their nests, to fall out again, and the servants in the kitchen, who had just begun to work up the nerve to crawl out from their hiding spots, to dive back under again.


So I kept my promise and wrote a chapter two. I plan on writing more chapters from the other clue-hunters' points of view. I just hope they aren't all too similar to previous chapters.

Okay, I said this before, and I'll say it again; I did not base any of the fanfictions in this story on any existing fanfictions. Yes, I may have used situations that have been used by multiple authors, but I haven't in any way used any specific story to base my stories on. I was really surprised when not one, but two people thought that one of my stories in the first chapter was based on War Hawks by SugarQueen8490, which is kind of freaky because A. My story involved Amy jumping off of a mountain, not out of an airplane, B. In my story, Ian didn't really have wings, he had a parachute ((I think that might've been what threw some people)), C. A lot of other things that were different. I actually hadn't read War Hawks for a few months, and I went back to read it and was like, "What? How is this like my story?" But I actually do like War Hawks. If you like the 39 Clues and Maximum Ride, you should read it!

Anyway.

So any resemblance you see in my stories to any other stories, active or expired, is purely coincidental.

Random thing that happened to me yesterday: I was watching T.V., and this British lady with dark hair came on in one of those insurance commercials, and I screamed really loud. So my mom ran into the room and was like, "What happened?" And I look at her and yell, "ISABEL KABRA'S TRYING TO SELL ME INSURANCE!"

My mother was not very amused.

So please, R&R! Let me know who you want the next chapter to be about! Also, if you want anything specific to happen in any of the fanfictions the Cahills read.

Until the next chapter,

-KT