Madison burst into her older brother's room. "Ham, have you seen my soccer ball...?"

"What have I told you about knocking?" Hamilton bellowed, spinning around in his desk chair.

"Why, you writing love emails or something?"

"NO!" Hamilton quickly tried to close the window on his computer screen.

Madison dashed across the room and shouldered him to the side. "What's fictionforfans dot com?"

"Nothing! It's nothing!"

"Hey, is that my name?"

"No! Go away!"

Madison ignored her older brother. "That is my name! Madison Holt! Why is my name here?"

Hamilton sighed. "It's a...a fan site. For the books the Cahill authors wrote."

"Cool," Madison said. "So people, like, wrote about me?"

Hamilton scratched the back of his head. "Yeah..."

"Sweet!" Madison clicked on the link.

"Dude, you have your own computer."

"Whatever. What's this...? Madison's...MADISON'S LOVE STORIES?" Madison glared at her brother. "What's this about?"

"Don't look at me! I didn't make the site!"

"But who...I mean, what...?" Madison couldn't seem to be able to grasp the right words.

Hamilton grinned for the first time his sister entered the room. "Let's find out." He clicked on the link.

A list of names popped up. Madison recognized the concept of the scrambled names immediately. "Dadison...Jonadison...Madian...Tedison...Nedison..." Madison looked like she was going to be sick.

Hamilton started cracking up.

Madison grew angry. "Oh, you think this is funny?" She punched him on the shoulder, which only made him laugh harder.

Madison realized she would have to change to different methods of revenge. She took control of the mouse again and clicked back two pages, until she was on the character page again.

She clicked on "Hamilton Holt".

Hamilton stopped laughing immediately. "Okay, Madi, that's enough. Leave. Now."

Madison ignored him, clicking on the next link titled, HAMILTON'S LOVE STORIES.

"MADISON! STOP!"

Hamilton wrestled her for the mouse, and Madison won. She clicked on the first link before her brother could stop her.

"Look-ee here!" she giggled. "Sinilton. Wonder who that could be about?" She clicked on the first story.

Hamilton thought for a moment. Sinilton...? Suddenly, its meaning became clear.

"WHAT?" he yelled.

Madison cackles with glee, and read aloud from the middle of the story:

Hamilton went to find Sinead.

He finally found her standing by the dessert table. She was standing by a blueberry pie and rambling off what seemed to Hamilton to be random numbers.
"...3.14159265..."

Hamilton ambled up to her and slipped an arm around her waist. "What're you doing?"

Sinead looked up, looking distracted. "Oh, hi, sweetheart," she said, kissing him.

"WHAT?"

"Hamilton, shut up and let me read your love story."

Hamilton stood up. "I'm not listening to this," he grumbled. He left the room.

"Spoilsport!" Madison yelled after him. She turned back to the screen and kept reading.


Ten minutes later, Madison heard laughter coming from her and Reagan's room. Curiosity overruling her desire to read stories from the Hamy category, she got up and headed for her room.

Opening the door a crack, Madison could see Hamilton and Reagan sitting in front of Reagan's laptop. Reagan was reading out loud:

"...but I don't know," Madison said softly. "I really like you, but things are so complicated right now."

"We can work things out," he replied, taking her hands in his. "I need you, Madison. You help me think through the pain."

"WHAT?" Madison screeched, throwing open the door. "Ned Starling?"

Reagan and Hamilton whirled around, slightly guilty expressions on their faces. They looked at each other, and they burst out laughing.

"Serves—serves you right," Hamilton gasped, cracking up. "I TOLD you not to read those stories about me."

"But...but...but..." Madison stammered, unable to get the words out.

"You make a cute couple, Madi," Reagan choked out, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

"COME ON!" Madison exploded. "ME AND NED STARLING?" She struggled for words. "But he's so...so...smart. And I'm so...so..."

"Dumb?" Reagan suggested.

Madison glared at her sister. "You're asking for it, sis."

Reagan's eyes lit up. "Bring it...Mrs. Starling."

"AHHHHHH!" Madison yelled, launching herself at her sister.

"AHHHHHH!" Reagan yelled, ducking her sister's attack.

"AHHHHHH!" Hamilton yelled, jumping out of Madison's path.

But instead of turning and running at her sister again, Madison sat calmly at the computer. Before Reagan could do anything, her twin was back three pages to the characters list. She clicked on the "Reagan" link, then the REAGAN'S LOVE STORIES link.

Reagan stepped forward cautiously. "What're you...?" She looked over her sister's shoulder and saw the list of stories pop up. "WAIT! NO!" She dropped to her knees. "Madison, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't read those..."

Madison ignored her, grinning devilishly as she clicked the "Deagan" link.

Reagan's mind whirled. "Deagan? Who's..." Her face grew pale. "NO WAY! WHAT? NO! MADISON! STOP! AUGH!" She tackled her twin to the floor.

Madison and Reagan grappled on the floor. "HAMILTON!" she shrieked to her brother. "READ THE STORY!"

Hamilton, who was staying neutral and just doing what he wanted, jumped to the computer.

"NO!" Reagan screamed as Madison pinned her to the floor.

Hamilton began to read aloud:

Reagan Holt sighed as she stared at the picture in her hand. It was a surveillance photo taken by Tomas field agents, which she had managed to print from the Tomas database.

It was a picture of Dan Cahill.

"NOOOOOOO!"

"Keep reading, Ham!" Madison yelled over her sister's cries. "I don't know how much longer I can hold her!"

Hamilton kept reading:

Reagan sighed again. She hadn't seen Dan since the clue hunt ended, and she had an empty feeling inside that she couldn't fill no matter what she did.

Madison walked into the room, took one look at her sister, and said, "Are you still drooling over that picture of Dan Cahill?"

Reagan looked up and quickly stuffed the picture behind her. "No!"

"Mm-hm," Madison said, not buying it. "I don't even know what you see in him. He's nothing like my boyfriend, Ian."

"Haha!" Madison laughed. "You like Da—wait, WHAT?" She looked at her brother. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?"

"'I don't even know what you see in him. He's nothing like my boyfriend, Ian'," Hamilton repeated with a straight face. He made a face. "Those two sentences are never going to come out of my mouth again."

Madison screamed. Reagan kept screaming. Hamilton started cracking up.

Mary-Todd Holt stepped into the room. "Is everything okay in here?" she asked.

The three kids looked up innocently. "Yes, mom," they said in unison.

Mary-Todd looked over them once more, then left the room again.

Reagan glared up at her sister. "Get. Off. Of. Me," she said through gritted teeth.

Madison wasn't listening to her. "IAN KABRA?"

"No, Ian Spotts, the mailman. YES, IAN KABRA!" Hamilton started laughing again.

"GET OFF OF ME!"

"DON'T READ ANY MORE!"

Hamilton turned back to the computer again.

"NO!" the twins screamed together. Madison jumped up, and Reagan, now released from her bondage, rolled and leapt to her feet. They both tackled Hamilton, knocking him away from the computer.

The three siblings rolled around on the floor, arms and legs flailing everywhere. Then, suddenly:

"WAIT!" Reagan yelled.

The other two froze and looked at her.

Reagan sat up. "Why are we fighting about this?" she asked. "It's obvious that none of us wants our stories to be read, so let's just agree not to read them."

Madison, who's fist was only an inch away from Hamilton's nose, said, "But fighting's fun!"

Reagan glared at her.

Madison blew a piece of hair out of her face. "FINE." She rolled her eyes and muttered, "Those Madrigals are really getting to you with their whole peace idea..."

The twins looked at their older brother.

"Okay, okay," Hamilton said.

"And can we all promise never to tell any other Cahill about this website?" Reagan asked. "I promise."

"I promise," Madison said.

The twins looked at their older brother.

But instead of promising, the color drained from his face.

"Ham?" Reagan asked. Madison unclenched her fist and waved her hand in front of her brother's eyes.

Hamilton looked at them. "Well...um...before I read any of the stories, I kind of...er...."

The twins were used to understanding Hamilton when he spoke at hyper speed. But this time they wished they had heard him wrong. "What?" Madison asked.

"I sent the link to the other kids from the hunt."

Reagan and Madison exchanged a look, turned back to their brother, and punched him in the face.


And all around the globe, Cahill kids from the clue hunt were receiving the email from Hamilton, leading them to the website.

By that same time the next day, Dan Cahill and Natalie Kabra had already opened and shared the fateful email with their siblings (and au pair). But a few more of those emails still sat unread in inboxes, and were about to be opened...


Cliff-hanger! Who will be next? It's up to you, boys and girls. Review and vote for who should open the email next! What couples should they read about? KTRose12 needs YOU! *points finger at the computer screen*

Response to Reviews:

goddess of lakes: I hope "!" is a good thing.

Ninja123Paramore: Tell her to read it and try not laughing! Just kidding. Don't. Seriously. But glad you like it!

.LUVSNICO1: Your wish is my command. *POOF!* WISH GRANTED!

Madrigrl39: Your wish=My command. *POOF* GRANTED! Although I never actually said HOW he found it...hope it's good, anyway...

Evanscence456: Whoo-hoo! Thank you for laughing!

SqueakyDolphin6: I know Ian's jealousy is really cliche and overdone, but I couldn't help putting a little in. I just read the Medusa Plot, and...GAH! NO SPOILERS! NEVER MIND!

IJustCan'tChoose: I did Ham/Sinead. Sorry it's so short, but I hope it's satisfying.

JanusGirl101: Yay! I love it when I write IC!

Everyone who reviewed: Thank you times infinity! You people are the best!

Again, review and tell me what people you want to read about what pairings next!

Until the next update,

-KT