Happy New Year, guys! I stayed up practically all night doing the rest of my dumb homework, so I was like, "What the heck, lemme just see the ball drop." So, since I live in New York, I went on chat with one of my friends that was at the front, and told her to record it live. It worked. :P So, anyway, I'm launching a new OC fic on 39 Clues . . . and this epilogue. The OC is gonna have the 39 Clues original characters, as well, but the five main characters are the five main characters! Anyway, enjoy the epilogue!


Half the Cahills were glaring at Ian. The other half was supporting him. Amy was in the middle. Evan was part of the Cahills glaring at Ian. The sides? Ian's supporting side consisted of Hamilton, Jonah and Dan. Ian's glaring side consisted of Evan, and Sinead. And the cat. Maybe. Saladin looked back and forth, and soon joined Amy in the middle.

What happened?

New Years happened.

And . . . Something a little extra that took place at 12:00 AM.

Dan glanced at the clock. 12:10. Ten minutes had passed by. No one was sleepy. They were used to staying up late. What Dan was was hungry. But he resisted. This was too good.

"What's the matter with you?" Evan asked. Ian casually sat down on the arm chair, and smirked. "Is - "

"I know what you're about to say, and the answers no. I just . . . " Hamilton finished Ian's sentence.

"He felt like it," Hamilton argued.

"Ian had no right to do that," Sinead said, glaring at Ian.

"She's not his property," Dan said. "She's mine. Amy's my sister."

Amy simply stood there quietly. If she argued, Evan and Ian might get mad at her. She was afraid of losing her boyfriend, and her cousin.

Jonah grinned. "It's fantastic, yo. Ian's finally getting the American culture."

"Not this way, it isn't right," Sinead said, through clenched teeth. It was clear she was 60% team Evan, and 40% team Ian. That was a whole 20% bigger.

"It wasn't big, or anything," Dan said. "It was more like - "

"A thirteen year old dweeb should be saying anything," Amy finally said. She added more quietly, "But he's right. It was just a peck."

Evan stared at her, like he couldn't decide whether his girlfriend was replaced by an alien. "Ames?"

"A peck on the lips." Sinead stamped her foot. "You, Ian Cornelius Kabra, is going to stay away from Amy Cahill from now on. You cannot be in the same room as her."

It was obvious Ian's glaring side had somehow won the case.

They all immediately started arguing. But Ian just stood up.

"No problem," he said, smiling in spite of himself. "I'll see you in the next room, Amy."


That was fifteen hours ago.


Dan sat out on the porch of the manor. It was snowing, but it wasn't cold.

It had been a weird, but fun vacation, which was the weird part. Some Cahills crashing the manor, Ian kissing Amy, the secret Santa incident. If only the others were here. Dan knew they had a large mission. Find the next Vesper. Find the seven hostages. Find Atticus. It was more like three huge missions. And, the fact about Arthur, his dad . . . Was he still a Vesper? The question troubled Dan. Vesper one . . . Or two? Dan was so deep in thought, he didn't notice Ian next to him.

"Hello," Ian said.

"What're you doing out here?" Dan asked, knowing outside on the porch was an odd place for Ian to be.

"Amy is in the kitchen. I have to wait until she gets out," Ian muttered.

"Well, that's what you get for pecking my sister in the lips."

"Pecking? I never understood that word."

"Pecking. Like . . . Pecking? Like a chicken. Peck, peck, peck." Dan imitated a chicken pecking at the floor, while Ian just stared at him, in a way that's saying, What on earth is the Madrigal doing?

Ian decided to ignore him.

"You can go in the kitchen, now," Dan told Ian. "I think she's gone."

"I'll see you later, Daniel. Happy New Year."

"Definitely a new year," Dan murmured.

Okay, sorry for the shortness! I'll be posting "The Unknown Cahills" a little later :) Who else thinks Arthur is Vesper TWO?