I don't own the 39 Clues.
I forgot to say that the idea about Dan and Andy and Hamilton going to the Madrigal base was a suggestion from bookgirl39 and fanfic fan. Sorry I didn't mention it earlier. I just changed it up a bit, and added some Nellie, and no Ian finding out that Andy's his son, but he does NOW.
Amy moved around, trying to get comfortable. She wished that Dan had gotten Andy out of the country safely, but felt dread creep up inside of her. Dan was never the worrier—it had always been her. So right now, he was probably with Andy, in Boston still.
Oh no Dan. If only there was a way to communicate with him—to just tell him that they were coming for Andy—that they'd already gotten her. She reached into her back pocket, and of course, her phone was gone.
Then she remembered, Hamilton. She nearly cheered. Hamilton would know that something was wrong because she hadn't called him in… (She didn't even know that time it was!) In a long time!
Amy still couldn't see anything. There was no cracks, or windows or doors that she could see. Wow, Isabel was being really careful, but Amy guessed she had a reason to be. Most of the times that Isabel had attempted to kill her; there had always been someone there to save her. When her thugs had tried to kill them, Lester had helped out and died. Irina had saved them from the fire, and she'd died too. Professor Bardsley, Hamilton and Alistair had saved them also. So many people… and Amy was so glad most of them hadn't died.
For nearly the hundredth time that day, Amy wondered where in the world she was.
Then the door opened.
Amy nearly had a heart attack.
The light behind him made Amy see him clearly, but he couldn't see her.
"Ian," She asked.
"Amy, love?" Ian asked, patting the wall right to him. Suddenly, the room was lit up, and Amy was right about it being large. The walls were a dark colour, and there was a few things in the room that Isabel had added, but nothing of the basic necessities.
Amy wasn't paying attention to the room. After ten years—ten years, this was Ian, and he looked as if he hadn't aged a day. He was still so handsome.
Her heart ached for Andy again, after seeing Ian, she saw why he reminded her so much of his father. They looked nearly alike, except the eyes. Andy's eyes were a much more beautiful version of Amy's.
Amy couldn't stop the stupid grin that lit up her face, "D-don't call me that."
Ian grinned too, "Ten years, love."
Amy didn't say anything. She just ran into his arms. He held her there for a few moments, than said, "I can help you escape."
"But what if Isabel finds out? She'll kill you!" Amy replied.
"I'll run away with you." Ian answered.
"But she'll find us like she found me."
"Then we'll kill her."
Amy cringed, "She'll be hard to kill." She didn't really want to kill someone. Death was forever, and she would never purposely do that to somebody, but it was either Isabel or Amy's son.
"Everyone's got a weakness."
"But what about Dan…and Natalie…and…." Amy trailed off, looking down.
"Alexander?"
Amy's head shot up, "How do you know?"
Ian ignored the question, the grip on Amy tightened. "Is…Is he my son?"
Silence. Amy was terrified to answer. Was he mad? He made his voice terribly calm, but Lucians could hide their feelings. They'd grown up on that.
"Andy…he was born ten years ago. I tried really hard to hide him, and since Isabel broke out of jail, I-I think she tried to get revenge on all of us, and I was on the top of the list. She found out sooner than I expected that you were Andy's dad, so yes, he is your son."
Amy saw Ian's face. He looked so excited and happy. His grin grew bigger.
"He's in danger, Ian." Amy said softly. She saw Ian's face change from happiness, to slight distress.
"That's what Flannigan's doing with Isabel!" He cried, closing his eyes for a brief moment.
"W-what are you t-talking about?" Amy asked, her jade eyes wide.
"Love, don't worry." Ian answered. "I'll help you escape. I…I'll keep Alexander safe. Don't worry."
Ian laid a quick kiss on Amy's cheek, and then sped out the door.
That didn't stop Amy from worrying. After all, she was the worrier in her family.
The next chapter will be a countdown again. To the people who don't understand that, it is just a part of my randomness. In The Medusa Plot, there are things that are similar to that, but they all happened at the same time, but they were at different places, so technically, different time. Sorry, I can't explain things properly. Anyway, for my story, it's different times everywhere. It's not the same time.
This was so hard to write. I was nervous and excited and I couldn't stop shaking. I don't know why. So I decided to just get this over with. And now it is! But I'm still going to get those same feelings when I write about Ian meeting Andy. . .
Okay, question:
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Who do you think should be Nellie's husband?
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Okay? Please answer. . .
Love? Hate?
~Hunter