39ninja's here with a revised and fixed version of Chapter 2 because frankly, the old Chapter 2 sucked. So this is just to make you all happy and what not. Enjoy and R&R.

Disclaimer: Nope, 39ninjas aka Me, does not own the 39 Clues. I'm not joking. Seriously. I'm not.

Chapter 2: Reunion?

By: 39ninjas

Dan continued to gag and gasp as the whole piece of bacon was lodged into his esophagus, clogging all passage for air to breathe in. Fiske stood up, the spilled orange juice he had been praising just seconds ago left forgotten on the floor.

He quickly performed the Heimlich maneuver on Dan while Nellie was left to run to Amy's aid.

"AMY!" Nellie shouted, her voice laced with worry and anticipation. She ran across the Living Room and through the front door while pacing her steps as not to fall. Her training had come in use many, many times and this was one of them.

As Amy came into vision Nellie began running faster only for her to stagger at the sight of Dan's skateboard right in front of .

Nellie cussed under her breath and instantly leaped up, diving swiftly over the accursed skateboard and landing gracefully on her palms, bending ever so swiftly to arrive at a rolling motion and stopping with her knees buckled safely under her while doing and extraordinary eagle pose.

"Amy! You alright?" Nellie asked as she stood up, dusting her hands onto her jeans. Amy blinked, and stared at Nellie whilst raising an eyebrow.

"Well?" Nellie asked, her patience thinning. She would've expected at least a group of ninja assassins or something. Ugh, Dan was contagious.

"Well what?" Amy cocked her head to the side.

Nellie twitched. "What do you mean 'Well what?'" she heightened her voice a fraction to sound like Amy when she spoke her previous line. Amy blinked, her forehead creased, expressing her worry.

"Amy!" someone shouted. When Nellie and Amy turned to look who it was they saw Dan and Fiske running toward them. Dan panted when he arrived to where his sister was.

"Amy? Are you OK? What happened? WHO ATTACKED?" Dan took her by the shoulders and shook her with fervor. Nellie separated them and looked at Amy.

"Kiddo, we heard you scream. What's wrong?" Nellie asked.

Amy beamed brightly. "You'll never guess what I found in the mail!" Amy said, her voice ecstatic as she held a piece of cream colored paper in her hands.

"A bomb?"

"Threat note?"

"Shrunken head?"

They all turned to Fiske. He smiled nervously. "What?" he said. Then they all turned back to Amy.

"Let me guess, that piece of paper." Dan said monotonously as he pointed toward the paper in Amy's hands. She nodded and smiled, turning the paper so they could all see it.

Dan read aloud,

"Dear Amy, Dan, Fiske Cahill and Nellie Gomez," he began.

"We would like to cordially invite you to the Cahill reunion on Saturday this week, please wear proper attire.
The get-together will be held in the Garden at Grace's newly constructed mansion around 12:30 in the afternoon. Please come alone and bring no one else that is not invited as said in this invitation. We hope you will attend and we highly discourage the bringing of any firearms to the gathering. This is a reunion not a hostage taking.

Sincerely,

Mr. McIntyre"

Dan continued to stare at the letter, or invitation to be more exact, then at his giddy looking sister.

…

"Are you kidding me? Seriously? You screamed because of this?" Dan asked, his hand gesturing to the invitation. Amy flushed. "What? It was just…such a big surprise!" she exclaimed.

Dan rolled his eyes. "That's so OOC." He said. Everyone turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "What?" Amy asked.

Dan raised an eyebrow himself and coughed. "Er…Never mind." He said and looked once more at the invitation.

"So, here it is. We're all going to meet each other again. Wonderful…" Dan said with sarcasm draped all over his voice. Amy furrowed her eyebrows at her pessimistic brother.

"Dan! You should be ecstatic! Don't you want to see Jonah again? Or Alistair?" she asked.

Dan looked at her for a minute or two before a wicked smile crept up his face. "Sure I do. Though I'm not sure if you do." he said. Amy's eyes widened.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, her hands on her hips as her mind tried to figure her brother out. Dan's eyebrows wiggled suggestively.

"I know you're only going for a certain olive-skinned, amber eyed, jet black haired, good looking, arrogant Britt." He said. Amy blushed.

"Who's name starts with an 'I' and ends with an 'n'." Amy's face began to redden and she could feel herself shrinking again. "Let me give you another hint. He's a Cahill, a Lucian to be exact. He has an obnoxious sister, A mother who tried to kill us several times and his whole name rhymes with Peean Kafra!" Nellie giggled while Fiske chose to…well…just go back into the house and clean up the juicy mess he made.

Amy glared hard at her brother before stomping passed him and into the house. Dan sighed and turned toward his sister. "Fine! How about this? Lian' Cobra!" he hollered. Nellie bonked him on the head before following Amy into the house. Dan squeaked in pain before trailing behind as well.

After a few minutes of cleaning up orange juice and picking on each other about crushes and nonexistent boyfriends they all settled down and sat at the dining room table.

Amy was munching on pancakes, Dan was finishing his bacon without chocking, Nellie was putting an ice pack on her still injured head and Fiske was scanning through the invitation once more.

"So who else is gonna be at the reunion?" Nellie asked to break the silence. Amy looked over to her and said, "Well, I'm sure all the clue hunting teams will be there but I'm not sure if anyone else will be…"

Fiske sighed and stowed the invitation into his pocket. "Pretty much rest of the Cahill clan I'm sure." He said. Amy looked at Fiske worriedly and asked, "Hey, is something wrong Uncle Fiske?"

He smiled at his late sister's beloved granddaughter and shook his head while taking a sip of his orange juice.

"I'm just kind of…irritated, you could say. I was…not informed of any of this." He said. Amy raised her brows. "Really? I would've expected that you'd be the first person to know!"

Fiske sighed and glared at the wall. "Exactly, but it seems my dear old friend McIntyre decided to keep it a secret."

Nellie laughed and patted Fiske on the back. "No need to be so down Fiske. It's a reunion that you weren't told about in advance, bid deal!" she said. Fiske rolled his eyes and continued to sip his orange juice casually.

"I still say you're excited about meeting the Cobra again." Dan said.

Amy glared at Dan, contemplating on whether she should stuff the bacon down his throat or not.

She had to admit though that ever since the clue hunt ended and after everyone gave their clues up to Amy and Dan she had begun to realize that Ian could actually be trusted.

That, my friend, is when the butterflies came back.

What used to be filled up with so much anger and melancholy was now replaced with butterflies. A thousand butterflies.

Amy hated it but what could she do?

Trust is a hard thing to gain but ever since then, Ian had finally proven himself to her. Alas, she was able to break the ropes that held on to her hatred for him.

It was almost gone now…

She was sure bits and parts of it were still there but for the past few months her hatred had been fading away ever so slowly, being replaced with something Amy couldn't quite define or didn't want to define just yet.

"Listen…I…I'm excited to meet everyone. Not…Not just Ian." She said, her face red. Dan smiled and nodded. "See! Told you, and don't think I don't feel the same way either. I'm excited about meeting everyone else too. Except the Cobra's."

Amy smiled and stood up, bringing her empty plate to the sink. Nellie chewed on a piece of beef jerky while leaning onto the kitchen counter. "Well, we better go buy Dan a new tux or something." Nellie said. Dan coughed, almost suffocating yet again on his delicious bacon. "Uck…Why a tux? Can't I just wear a black shirt or something? Or a white shirt and I'll just marker pen a tie on it!" he said, making drawing gestures in the air.

Nellie smiled wickedly and shook her head. "Hell no! We're buying you a tuxedo little man!"

Dan groaned and took his plate to place in the sink. "Wash your own plate, got it?" Nellie said, taking another bite of her jerky. Dan nodded and took the sponge from Amy.

"Well, let's just focus on being prepared for this week. Anything could happen at that reunion." Fiske said, his eyes on his glass of orange juice.

"Anything?" Amy questioned with a smile on her face, thinking it was just a little joke, while wiping her wet hands on a kitchen towel.

Fiske looked up at her, his face serious and his eyes stern.

"Anything."

Yeah, I still kept some things the same but anyway, hope you like this chapter. R&R and Blah, blah, blah. Thanks for reading and…Well, hope it didn't suck as much as the precious chapter. :3

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