Disclaimer: I do not own National Treasure or any of the characters, I only own my OC's, which means Mr./Mrs. Fletcher and Arabella.
Chapter One: Flying Up To Boston
Reagan National Airport, Washington D.C., 4:47 AM, Arabella's Point Of View
My head lolled forward as I sat in the horridly uncomfortable airport seats. My eyes were shut and I barely registered I could be falling out of my seat. At the sound of the intercom turning on my eyes snapped open and I immediately straightened up, blinking slowly. I was exhausted. It's currently… wait… what time is it? I glanced at the watch on my wrist and registered the time with a groan. Four forty seven AM. I slouched back into my seat, my lightweight coat gathering up around my neck.
" Look like you could use a coffee," Riley Poole, my beloved fiancé, said to me as he walked over to me, sitting down. He extended a coffee cup towards me and I groaned in appreciation as I took it.
" You're the absolute best, you know that, right?" I asked sleepily, leaning against his shoulder as I sipped at the hot coffee. Riley laughed and ruffled his already messy short deep brown hair.
" I would expect that you would think of me like that; we are getting married in a week," He told me with a grin. I grinned back up and yawned again.
" Remind me why we're taking such an early flight and Ben and Abigail are flying out in the afternoon?"
" Because your parents want to see you before they have to go to work, remember?"
" Right…" I trailed off sleepily, gripping my caffeine source in my hands. The flight to Boston was going to take just over an hour and a half to fly up to Boston, where we would land at Logan Airport, meet up with my parents, check into our hotel, finally get some sleep and then meet up with Ben and Abigail around two.
Riley and I were getting married in one week. Seven days! We were spending that time in Boston, where we would be getting married in the town of Essex, which was a coastal town. We'd spent the last few months planning the wedding, which would be small with only friends and family. Abigail was my Maid of Honor and Ben was the Best Man. I couldn't ask for anything better.
I must have dozed off because Riley gently shook my shoulder and told me it was time to board the plane. I grabbed my carry on bag and we both made our way to board the plane. I looked up at Riley and noticed he looked a bit more awake than I was.
" Riley, I'm sorry, but how the hell are you more awake than I am at this present moment?" I asked as I handed my boarding pass to the one of the flight attendants, who checked it and told me to go ahead and board. Once Riley did the same, he smirked at me. And wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
" I have no idea," Came his response. I rolled my eyes.
Once we boarded the plane and sat in our seats, I just buckled my seatbelt and leaned my head on Riley's shoulder, ready to sleep the entire way to Boston. And, just as we began to take off, I finally fell asleep.
Logan International Airport, Boston, Massachusetts, 5:59 AM
When we landed I was more awake than I had been when we had been in D.C. Riley and I made our way down to baggage as I sent a quick text to my Mom, letting her know we'd landed. When we came down to the baggage area, the two of us looked around for my parents. We hadn't been looking for long when my Mom suddenly appeared and pulled me into a hug. I let out a laugh and hugged her back.
" Nice to see you again!" I told her, laughing as she pulled away.
" I missed you so much!" She told me, fixing the front of my jacket like she had when I was little. She had thick brown hair that was pulled up into a bun, and she was now an inch or two shorter than I was.
" I've missed you too, Mom," I told her as we both turned our attention to Riley and my Dad, who were shaking hands.
" Good to see you again, Riley," My Dad said with a smile. Riley smiled back.
" Great to see you again, Mr. Fletcher," He said.
" Have you been good to my daughter?"
" Yes, of course," Riley assured him as they released the other's hand.
" Speaking of daughters, welcome home, Sweetheart!" My Dad told me, pulling me into a hug as my Mom did the same to Riley. I hugged him back, my chin resting on his shoulder.
" Thanks! I've missed you both so much! I can't believe I'm finally back in Boston, it'll be nice to see everything again," I said as we pulled away from the embrace.
" Let's get your bags and drop you off at your hotel," He said with a smile as we walked over to the luggage carrousel. Riley and my Mom soon joined us and we grabbed our bags, and with that we went locate my parents car.
My parents had officially met Riley at our engagement party back in D.C. about a week and a half after we got engaged. Both my parents love him, and Riley relaxed a huge amount afterwards. He'd been worried they would reject him once they truly met him, but that obviously didn't happen since they both thought he was amazing.
As Riley and I climbed into the back seat of my parents' black VW Jetta, I smiled over at Riley, taking his hand.
" So, you've never been to Boston," I said, remembering a conversation we had a few months back.
" Never. Though I could have gone when we decided to bust Ian, but that was sort of a whole 'you and Ben were getting back at him' sort of thing. But I'm excited I get to see it with you," He told me, smiling. I smiled back as he briefly leaned down to kiss me. " And you get to tell me about all the history, and we both know how much we both love that." I laughed and blushed playfully smacking him on the chest.
" Hey, my parents are getting in the car, shush!" I whispered to him and he laughed, kissing my temple. I had lived in Boston with my family before we all moved down to Pennsylvania, where I then met Ben and the whole adventure seeking began. My parents had surprisingly never been worried about that whole thing; they thought it was something to keep me occupied and focused on what I loved, so they let it be.
" So, any crazy treasure hunts we haven't heard about since Cibola?" My Dad asked, ruffling his curly hair. Riley and I chuckled and shook our heads.
" Thankfully no. It's been surprisingly calm," Riley informed as we left the parking garage, heading out towards the highway to head into Downtown Boston.
" And hopefully none of those adventures till after the wedding and the honeymoon because it would only complicate things," I added as I watched the familiar city speed by.
" I highly doubt that something like that could suddenly start up in less than a week," My Dad said with a laugh. The sun was rising and coloring the sky pink and orange, the clouds resting softly in the sky.
" So, which hotel are you staying at?" My Mom asked. I shook my head and laughed a bit.
" Right, sorry, I forgot to mention that… Um, it's the Colonnade Hotel, it's just across the street from the Prudential Center," I told them before yawning. " Ben and Abigail are staying there too, they're coming in around two, so we can all have dinner together."
" That's great! It'll be great to see them again," My Mom commented.
When we pulled up to the hotel, my parents helped us get our luggage out and gave us hugs one last time before they had to leave for work. We tiredly dragged our bags to check in and found our room. I nearly passed out in the elevator, but managed not to when the doors opened with a ding. Our hotel room was fairly small; one bed, one desk, a television, a small kitchenette and a bathroom. The first thing I did was yank off my shoes and jacket, collapsing right onto the bed. I groaned and curled up, shutting my exhausted eyes. I heard Riley laugh.
" Are you even going to change?" He asked, still laughing. I opened my eyes to glare at him.
" I'm exhausted, don't get on my nerves, I will attack you with a pillow," I muttered and curled up again, not bothering to get under the covers. I felt Riley sit on the edge of the bed and barely registered as he lay down beside me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I fell asleep in barely a minute.
OOOO
When I woke up I glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table. It read as eleven fifty. I yawned and sat up, ruffling my hair lazily. My t-shirt was scrunched up and wrinkled immensely and the waistband of my jeans were digging uncomfortably into my waist. I stood and shuffled over to my suitcase, quietly unzipping it as I registered that Riley was still asleep. I yanked out a new pair of jeans and a new shirt along with shampoo and a brush, heading to the bathroom for a shower.
Once I had taken my shower, which had felt wonderful after a long morning, I changed and began to brush through my hair and blow-dry it. I had it cut a few weeks back, and it now rested just at my shoulders. I brushed through the now mostly dry curls, which then turned into thick defined waves, which would only begin to curl again in a few minutes. I stepped out of the bathroom to find Riley sitting on the edge of the bed, sleepily rubbing his eyes. I laughed quietly and walked over, ruffling his hair. He glanced up at me, eyebrow raised.
" Your hair always looks cute after you wake up," I told him as he stood. He rolled his eyes and kissed my forehead.
" So does yours, but obviously you already got ready for the day…"
" And we'll go get lunch after you get ready." I sat back down on the bed and stretched, leaving Riley to get ready.
OOOO
We spent a majority of the afternoon at the Prudential Center where we got lunch, before heading to the car rental place, which was the first bump in the road for the trip. Riley was leaning against the counter; head in his hands and his shoulders slumped. I was pinching the bridge of my nose and my brow was furrowed.
" I'm sorry, Mr. Poole, but I don't have any records of you calling in ahead of time…" Said the employee for the third time, running a hand through her red hair. Riley looked up, running his palms down his cheeks.
" I know I called, I called twice just to make sure that we had a car ready," He said with a sigh.
" I'm sorry, but I don't see anything on record…" The woman clicked away on the keys of the keyboard again. I groaned and looked at the clock on the wall.
" We'll be late for picking Ben and Abigail up…" I muttered.
" I know, which is why I'm trying to get them to realize I called," Riley said in his slightly annoyed monotone.
" Well then…" I muttered, crossing my arms, watching the woman check the records again. It was rare Riley and I ever got into small arguments and even more rare that we ever got into full-fledged fights, which I counted as a blessing. But, at this moment in time with a good amount of stress building up, an argument was bound to arise.
It took another seven minutes for the employee to realize she had just been checking the wrong files, which made me bite back what shouting I had been wanting to do. All I did was snatch the keys, give half of a mock-bow and then turned on my heel and dragged Riley into the parking garage.
" And this is why I hate rental cars…" I muttered as I jumped into the driver's seat.
" I can see why. I would also add 'car chases' to the reason you hate rental cars," Riley suggested as I turned the keys, starting the car. I smiled a bit and chuckled with a nod.
" True," I agreed, glancing down to my arm where the glass from our rental car windows in Britain had cut my arm. I had a few very pale scars from the deeper slices, but otherwise it was almost impossible to tell I had been injured there before. I pulled onto the highway and with a bit of trouble in remembering the right turn-offs, but recalled it after a moment.
Ben and Abigail had actually been waiting for us for about ten minutes before we came to pick them up. I laughed as Ben raised an eyebrow when we walked over.
" Don't blame us, blame the horrible rental car system," I told hi before giving him a hug and moving to give one to Abigail.
" At least you showed up, we were afraid we'd have to get a cab or something," Abigail teased with a laugh, sweeping her blond hair from her face.
" Well, you don't have to worry about that, will you?" Riley joked with a grin. " What do you guys say we go get you guys something to eat, I know plane food isn't that satisfying."
So, that's how we ended up back at the Prudential Center right after the airport, sitting in a small café. We talked and laughed with each other for a while just before words from the news report on the television made me spit out my soda, which dribbled down my chin and the front of my shirt, and caused Riley to pale drastically. All of our heads snapped to look at the screen.
" It has been reported today that criminal, Ian Howe has broken out of FBI custody…"
Afterword:There's chapter one! Mostly a filler, but it was a way to get them to Boston and get the gang there! So, next chapter a bit of conflict should arise and I hope you liked the chapter!
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