A/N: Aaaand, here it is! The totally cheesy and cliche Amian chapter! WHOO! My fangirl-y senses are tingling...

Disclaimer: The snow here has melted, but the snow in the story has not. I don't own it or T39C.

First Snow: Part 2

Amy stared out the kitchen window, her elbow on the counter and her chin in her palm. The snow was still falling, but not as heavily as it had that morning. It covered the leafless trees like powdered sugar, the drifts building as the minutes passed. The wind blew the flakes around, and what little animal tracks had been imprinted on the ground had long since disappeared. She was mesmerized by the beauty of the landscape – after all, she only had the chance to see something like this once or twice a year.

The cold December air had been below the freezing point for the past two weeks. The pond in the field past the trees had developed a solid layer of ice on top. The running path was snow-covered, but still visible, and her eyes occasionally followed the winding path through the trees until she was distracted by something else.

Ian walked in the kitchen and saw her, her eyes concentrating on the cold, outside world, and she obviously hadn't noticed him standing in the doorway. He wondered how she could be pleased with the littlest things in life – for instance, the precipitation covering the ground like a huge, white blanket.

After a few minutes, she still hadn't acknowledged him, and he pointedly cleared his throat to get her attention.

Amy whirled, startled. Then her shoulders relaxed and her gaze returned to the window.

"Hey, Ian."

He took a few steps closer, joined her in looking at the various snowy things Mother Nature had to offer.

"You've been standing here for at least a half-hour," Ian stated.

Amy nodded. "It's beautiful."

Ian smiled, the first non-smirk she had seen on his face in a while. "I suppose. But… Oh, never mind."

She new he was mentally begging her to ask, so she decided to humor him and said, "No, go ahead. What were you going to say?"

Ian sighed dramatically. "You know, it's not as nice when you're looking from your kitchen window. There are plenty of places that are much better to look from."

Amy gave a small smile, guessing what he was about to say. "Yeah?" she said. "Like where?"

Ian grinned triumphantly. "Grab your coat."

The four-wheeler ride was a longer one than Amy was used to – she had mostly only used them to drive to the guesthouse and back. But now, she and Ian were driving through the fields behind the mansion, making pretty slow progress as they took in the landscape around them.

Amy tightened her grip on the bar as they went over a terrace. The ditches at either side made the vehicle jump and jerk, and the snow slowed them down drastically.

Her legs rested in front of the wheel cover, two inches away from Ian's, who was driving. He maneuvered the ATV like an expert who knew exactly where he was going, which puzzled her, because as far as she knew, he had never been this far behind the house before.

Ian drove up on top of a hill, finally stopping and turning the ignition key off.

"Alright," he said, scooting back so he was sitting next to her, then preparing to stand. "Get up."

Amy did what she was told, standing on the back of the four-wheeler. She lost her balance for a split-second when the vehicle tottered on the hill, but his hand steadied her before she could fall. It was then that she actually looked at her surroundings.

"Whoa."

Her breaths came out in little white puffs. The view they had from their spot on the hill let them see the entire plot of land – nearly 80 acres of it. The hill sloped down, with the occasional terrace on the hillside, and hit a strip of woods before emptying out into another field. The tree-line made a Y shape, as it didn't completely separate two of the fields. In all, four fields of snow covered her deceased grandmother's territory. Beyond that, they could still see for miles around in three directions, their closest neighbors being the mysterious old couple who lived by a dirt road, their wooden house completely surrounded by woods. This was Grace country, a place Amy and Dan had always looked forward to going to when they were younger, just because of its seclusion. And now they owned it.

Ian took her hand, shocking her out of her awe. But before he could make another move, she pulled her fingers out of his grasp.

"Ian…no," she said, surprised at the tears filling her eyes.

Hurt flickered across his features from her rejection before it vanished completely. He covered it with a small, tantalizing smile. "Why not?"

Amy exhaled. "Because we're nothing alike," was her excuse. "You like espionage… I like curling up in the library with my cat and a book."

"I like books, too," Ian replied, his fingers still hanging in the air next to hers.

"You're made for fine dining and private jets. I'm still not used to being able to call somebody and buy a whole command center on a whim," she said.

"I don't have the ability to fly around on a private jet anymore," Ian retorted.

Amy smacked his shoulder lightly. "You know what I mean. We're…opposites."

Ian took a small step closer, making sure he didn't slip off the back of the ATV. He took her hand again, not letting it go this time. He placed his other hand on her cheek. "Opposites attract," he insisted.

Her heartbeat sped up, and she struggled for a witty response. All she could come up with was, "That only happens in science."

Ian chuckled and moved closer until only about two inches separated them.

"Chemistry is a science, love."

And he closed the gap between them.

Amy's brain completely shut down as the warmth of his body overwhelmed her sense of reason. Surely, this was just a bad dream and she would wake up to the sound of her brother breaking something in the living room. Surely, Ian was still in his room reading a book or something, and not kissing her on top of a snow-covered hill with the beautiful countryside making the moment all the more romantic and cliché.

Surely, she wasn't actually enjoying it.

His arms wrapped securely around her waist before she could gain her good sense again and try to escape, but he knew that thought was absurd. If that were the case, wouldn't she be using her arms to push him away instead of being around his neck, pulling him all the more closer?

At that moment, Mother Nature had decided she was tired of the sight of them, because she sent a gust of wind in their direction, causing the ATV to tilt.

The couple tumbled down from their spot on the four-wheeler. Ian landed in a deep drift of snow, Amy following close behind. She landed on top of him with an "Oof!" and the walls of snow caved in on them.

Ian wiped the snow out of his eyes and off of his stinging face. The snow soaked his pants, chilling him to the bone. Amy shared the same fate, sitting up and brushing herself off before standing and holding out a hand to help him up. He took it, but instead of letting her haul him to his feet, he yanked her back down into the snow.

Amy gave a startled laugh, and Ian chuckled shortly. He put a hand behind her neck and brought her lips to his one more time before letting her go and standing.

Ian brushed the snow off of the back of his soaked pants off as best he could, and Amy giggled at his futile actions. But he hardly noticed the cold anymore.

AH! That was so fun to write! XD

But it's not over yet! The next chap is mostly for the Dan-lovers, but there's still a ton of Amian. It's there story, isn't it? But WWDD? That's what makes it interesting ;)

addicted2reading9 - Haha, thanks! Ian brings up her 'Ninja' status in the next chappie, believe it or not. You'll see ;D

Goth Bookworm - Thanks for reminding me! :D

Guest - Well, that is what this story is for, after all :P

fairyofthelake - ...How did I not think of that?! :O That would be, like, the funniest thing EVER! Gah! Oh well. :/

Until tomorrow! (Hmm, I wonder when Dan and Ham are gonna have their snowball fight...?)

Heh heh... I love this...

~Callie~