AN: Yeah! Two stories updated in one day! I'm on a roll! Lexy comes in in this chapter, the plot advances a bit, and there's some serious rage and a very big branch. I won't be able to update for a while because I'm ging on vacation, but don't worry, it's only about three days!
Disclaimer: I still don't own National Treasure! Bet you weren't expecting that!
"Hah! Write a report about something interesting in history! No problem for you and me, right?" A girl with short brown hair and sparkling green eyes named Morgan propelled her skateboard down the sidewalk. "Lexy, as long as the Templar Treasure and the City of Gold count we've got it made!"
The girl she was addressing grinned widely. "You can say that again. And conspiracy theories. My brother never shuts up about those."
"Ah yes, but I'm not entirely sure old Mr. Twitt (yes, their teacher's name was Mr. Timothy Twitt) would consider that," she cleared her throat and in an imitation of their stuffy old history teacher's British-Irish accent continued, "'appropriate subject matter'. I swear he was on the committee that investigated JFK's assanation, and he probably already had his grey hair."
"Yeah, he's a total nutcase. At least the subject matter's interesting, though. I like current events best."
"Only because you were all over the news when you guys found the treasure under Trinity Church," she pointed out. "You have 25 million in the bank and you're still unpopular. It's unbelievable." They glided along for a moment in silence, when a dark shadow stepped out from behind a building, walked around the corner, and stood with its back to the girls. No, Lexy corrected herself. Not a shadow, just a sinister looking man wearing a black coat. They got closer and closer to the man and finally the skateboards came to a halt about three feet from him. Lexy stepped off hers. She put her foot down on the edge and it flew into her hand. Morgan stood on one foot, nervously moving hers back and forth with the other. The man turned around and ran his fingers through his long blonde hair. He smiled.
"Hello Lexy. It's been too long."
"Ian…" she said, stunned. She had known it was him, but this was all too real now that he had revealed himself. Morgan tugged on her sleeve and they exchanged glances. Lexy looked away, for any possible escape. She glanced over Ian's shoulder and saw a large limb lying on the ground. How convenient. "So, uh, Morgan, like I was saying, we need to practice that scene, you know for the school play," she improvised quickly. "The one where your character uses the staff of power," here her eyes flickered from Morgan to the limb, and her friend's gaze followed. "In order to save my character from ah, certain doom at the hands of the evil sorcerer, as I believe it said in the script."
"Right," Morgan nodded, catching on. "I think tonight would be the perfect time to practice it."
"You know without that scene, the play would probably never work. It's very important that we get it exactly right."
"What are you two babbling about?" demanded Ian.
"Nothing," the girls said together.
"I'll go ahead, meet me at your house okay?" said Morgan.
"Yeah. And if my mom starts to freak out over me being gone, call Riley, he can usually talk some sense into her before she goes running to the police over nothing." Lexy said. It would be very bad if the police were involved. They all knew that from experience.
"See you," said Morgan. She boarded around the corner, picked up the limb and waited for anything that could be interpreted as a signal.
"Who was that?" asked Ian, stepping closer.
"My friend Morgan. So what do you want? Because if it's directions back to prison, I'd be happy to oblige." Lexy offered.
"Very funny. No, what I want is for you to come with me, and to do so quietly and without sarcastic comments," Ian ordered dangerously.
Lexy smirked, "I'm afraid I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request."
"What?" growled Ian.
The teenager rolled her eyes. "It means no," she said.
"I know what it means!" Ian said. "This is the first time anyone has chosen to defy me, and I suggest you don't make a habit of it."
Lexy shrugged. "There's a first time for everything."
"Yes, of course. A first time for someone to escape maximum security prison twice, a first time for you to experience being kidnapped, a first time for you and your stupid brother to listen to me," Lexy's face grew red. No one insulted her family. Ian continued without noticing. "And, if need be, the first time for me to fire at a child." He tapped his ever present gun. Why did they always have to have guns? Stupid right to bear arms.
"Are you already forgetting our wonderful little interaction in the pit under Trinity Church?" she said darkly.
"No, actually. I found out how that went later. A mutual friend told me. I would say better than I expected, but it worked out exactly as I expected." He said with a knowing smile.
Okay, now Lexy was ticked off. "You knew?" she spat the question. God, she hated him.
"I figured as much. I didn't think Riley would just stand by and let you get shot. It would be another first time. The first time he didn't try to take the hits for someone else. He's useless as anything but a self sacrificing human shield, a bargaining chip and my key to Hitler's diary."
Lexy's hands became fists. But she forced herself to relax so the plan would work. She kept her face straight at the mention of the diary, pretending it didn't exist. "You know what else there's a first time for?" she asked. That backstabbing lowlife pathetic waste. He'd get what was coming to him. "A heartless, traitorous, gun-crazy criminal being defeated by a couple of fourteen year olds."
"Oh really?" he said disbelievingly. "And when is that going to happen?"
"Right… about… NOW!" Morgan jumped from around the corner and whacked Ian with the branch, which snapped under the impact, but hit extremely hard. Lexy, still holding her skateboard, darted around him as her started towards her. "Run," she breathed. The two girls ran about a hundred feet then switched to their skateboards. The last thing Ian heard before he lost consciousness was that girl Morgan's voice.
"He was cuter on FBI's most wanted."
AN: Yeah, it was cool, right? Even though I sort of gave away the ending to a story I haven't finished... But it was nessecary to the conversation, so I had to.