A/n-Yes, I know I should be working on Opprobrious, but inspiration bites when one is supposed to be writing a poem for English. Anyway, this is a short little one-shot about the return of the Declaration to the National Archives. I'm trying to get over a bout of Writer's Block, so if this completely sucks, it isn't my fault.
Disclaimer-I don't own the National Archives, the Declaration of Independence, or anything National Treasure related. I do own the two National Archive workers. Like I said, this is a short one-shot in which I hope to relieve myself of Writer's Block.
PS-The high rating is for the silver tongue of one of the National Archive workers. He has a bit of a temper.
Once the Declaration of Independence had been recovered, it was logical that it was immediately taken to the National Archives to be inspected. It would be a harrowing blow if the historical document, one of the most important to Americans today, had received a notable marring on it's well-known face. At the moment, two men who specialized in the keeping and preservation of the historical documents were examining it in the preservation room, where unbeknownst to them it had been originally stolen from.
"I would like to kill the bastard who stole this," one of the workers growled as he ran a final check on the document. As far as either one of them could tell, nothing too drastic had befallen the document, considering where it had been. Apparently, the burglars had taken good care of the document.
"No judge would rule in favor of him," the other replied, "Apparently, he also was booked for kidnapping and attempted murder, all for this little piece of paper and the treasure it supposedly lead to."
"Treasure, hah! Believe me, Derek, That entire Templar thing was either a civilian accidentally exposing a government conspiracy, or overblown media coverage of a guy finding a gold coin on the street, or a combination of both. Does it look like there's a map on the back of the Declaration?" the first man replied, flipping it over. The second shook his head.
"You and your conspiracy theories, Art. Everything from Area 51 to McDonald's fast food has a government conspiracy in your mind. Besides, of course you can't see the map on the back of the Declaration. It's supposed to be invisible," Derek replied.
"Yeah, well, at least that guy on the news didn't ruin the document. We'd both be fired if that ever happened," the first man, Art, said sullenly. He was obviously not pleased with his conspiracy theories being laughed at, "Besides, if the Declaration lead to treasure, who's to say that McDonald's food isn't a government brainwashing conspiracy?"
"You have to stop reading those tabloids. Anyway, the document checks out. Dr. Herbert and Dr. Chase will be pleased to see that it wasn't harmed in any way. It'll be ready to put back on display after the new case comes in," Derek replied, smiling.
"There's one thing I'd like to know though," Art said, his eyes squinting at the notice of an infinitesimal oddity with the document.
"Hmm?" Derek replied, rolling his eyes. It was probably one of Art's newest government-ploy-against-mankind suspicions.
"Why the hell does the Declaration of Independence smell like lemons?"