Author's Note: Almost 30 reviews! Yeah! You guys are great!

Amy's POV

Sun shined through the cabin, waking Amy. She slowly sat up, her eyes still half closed. Amy yawned, but suddenly, her eyes popped open. She let out a small scream in fear. Where was she?! She saw something move on the ground next to the bed. Amy looked around for something to protect herself. There. She saw a umbrella at the foot of the bed and grabbed it.

She slowly crawled over to the side of the bed, the umbrella pointing to the thing on the ground. It looked like a person with blankets covering the body. "Whoever y-you are don't move. I have a w-w-weapon." Amy said, shaking like a leaf. Despite all of her preparations for the Vespers, she didn't feel prepared at all.

The lump underneath the blankets moved, and reflexively, Amy poked it.

"Argh! Is that the way you wake people up Amy?! I would suggest next time shaking me awake instead of scaring me have to death," a familiar British voice said from beneath the blankets.

Amy dropped the umbrella shocked. That voice sounded a lot like Ian's… All of yesterdays' events came crashing down on her. She had gone skydiving with Dan and the Kabras. Then Shelley had tried to kill her by sabotaging her chute. She had almost died and then Ian had kissed her and saved her. But he HAD died. Hadn't he? She tried to remember what had happened after Ian had let go, but she had been too hysterical to remember anything after that. So why did the person on the floor sound like Ian?

"Sh-show yourself to m-me." Amy stuttered. Immediately the person sat up and threw off the covers. Ian? But that was impossible! "I thought you were d-dead!" Amy said shakily. Ian flashed his famous smirk.

"You can't rid of me that easily, Amy." He was staring at her and making her feel very conscious about herself. Her clothes were all rumpled and her hair was probably even worse. She took in his appearance and saw that he had lines under his eyes meaning that he hadn't gotten much or any sleep.

Ian broke the silence by asking, "What did you poke me with anyway?" Amy pointed to the umbrella that was next to him. He gave her a funny look.

"Wh-what? It was the only thing in reach," she said defensively. Ian shrugged, clearly amused.

"What happened, Ian?" Amy asked, trying to change the subject.

"Unfortunately there was only one bed and I, being the gentleman that I am, let you have the bed while I slept on the floor."

"I didn't mean that." Amy interrupted. Ian stood up and stretched taking off his jacket. Amy blushed. Underneath his jacket… there was nothing. "I-Ian," Amy said averting her eyes, "Wh-where's your shirt?!"

Ian looked down at his chest as if checking to see if he really was missing his shirt. He looked at Amy a huge smirk on his face. "Am I making you uncomfortable, Amy? Or am I making it harder for you to resist me?" he teased. That was enough to make Amy extremely uncomfortable. And a nervous wreck.

"P-p-please p-put your sh-sh-shirt-" Amy started. Ian interrupted her.

"Are you sure you want me to put it back on?"

"Yes!" Amy shouted. Ian laughed at her outburst.

"If it stops your stuttering, I will." Ian replied. While Amy kept her eyes down Ian put his jacket back on. "Now where were we before you got… distracted?" Amy's blushed deepened at his words. She hated how he still had this effect on her. He sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting.

"Oh, y-yeah right. Me dis-distracted by y-you? Anyway as I-I asked before, what happened yesterday? Where are w-we and how did we get in here?" Amy asked, her stutter slowly going away.

Ian rolled his head and glanced at her. "When you landed, you screamed then blacked out. While you were out I found this cabin. I decided it would be the best place for your leg to heal. As for you getting here, I carried you." Ian said calmly. It was too much for Amy to take in. He had carried her? And she had black out? She didn't remember any of that happening.

"What? Why didn't you wake me up?" Amy asked him. Ian suavely replied,

"Like I said, you were out. And as for your ankle I took the time to bandage it." Amy threw off the blanket covering her legs and saw that her left ankle was bandaged. She moved it feeling a sharp pain.

Ian got up and walked to the door of the cabin and said, "If you're hungry there is a secret cabinet on this wall with… what you American's call food." he shuddered. "I'll be back," he added, and with that he was gone.

Amy stared at the open doorway where Ian had just been standing until she heard her stomach growl. Where had Ian said was the food was? She carefully got out of the bed, as not to ruin the bandage on her ankle. She slowly walked to the wall that Ian had said had the secret cabinet, making sure to put the least possible weight on her ankle.

There was a crack on the wall suggesting an opening. Amy gently dropped to her knees and studied the wall. She saw that it was in fact a little door. But how would she open it? She was sure that Ian probably had used some wicked Lucian tool that was made just for opening secret doors. She sighed. Amy tried prying it open it with her hands, but nothing happened. Maybe pushing it…? Bingo! It looked like she didn't need any wicked Lucian tools after all. The mini door swung open to show five small shelves stocked with canned food.

To Amy's delight she saw canned peaches. Peaches were one of Amy's favorite fruits, and she couldn't believe her luck that this cabin had some. She happily grabbed the can, humming a little tune. She couldn't wait to take a bite out of one of those peaches. Amy put the can behind her and searched for a can opener.

The person who owned this cabin seemed very well prepared, so she wasn't surprised to find it behind some soup can. Now she only needed a fork. She figured that she would find some in the cabinets so she scooted away from the door and clicked it shut.

Amy slowly brought herself back up, using the wall for support. She really hoped that her ankle would heal quickly. She hated how it slowed her down. She hopped to the cabinets and inside one of them she found silverware. Amy grabbed her fork and hopped to the table. She plopped heavily into one of the chairs and grabbed the peaches and can opener from the floor. She opened it and the smell of peaches reached her nose. Amy instinctively brought the peaches closer just in case Dan tried too…

Wait! Where was Dan? She tried to remember her conversation with Ian, but she didn't remember him talking about Dan or Natalie. Amy felt ashamed of herself. How could she have forgotten Dan? It just wasn't like her to do things like that. The peaches no longer looked good. Not while Dan was missing. Where had Ian gone? Maybe he did know what had happened to Dan, he had just forgotten to tell her.

Amy knew deep down inside that he did not know, but she felt like she needed to talk it over with someone. Even if the person she was talking to was Ian Kabra.

Amy reached the door and let it swing open. The view in front of her was not something she was expecting. It was sunny outside and there was a large empty field of grass and flowers. It was really beautiful. It looked like something form a postcard that would say something like, "Wish You Were Here!" or something cheesy like that. Amy walked half limped to the edge of the forest and turned around to face the cabin. It was actually such an odd place to have a cabin. It looked like it didn't belong.

Amy guessed that Ian had ventured behind the cabin and into the forest. She slowly walked from tree to tree, her ankle aching painfully. Whenever she reached a tree she would rest against it for a little while and keep going. This is not worth it, she thought. After a while, Amy decided she would head back to the cabin, or she was going to get lost out here pretty soon.

Oops. Too late. Amy looked around, desperately trying to find something that looked familiar. It was starting to get dark and there were clouds covering whatever moon or stars that could be shining. She should have never left the cabin.

Amy started to run the way she thought she had come from then stopped. Running around was just going to get her more lost. The best thing to do would be to wait. But who knew how long until Ian realized that she was missing and started searching for her? They would lose precious time, time that could be used to search for Natalie and Dan.

Amy stood her ground and did the only thing she could think of. "Ian!" She began to yell. "Help! I'm lost! Please! Anyone?! Ia-Ahhhhh!" Something grabbed her from behind, making her jump.

Amy reflexively got ready to fight to protect herself. She threw the arms that were encircling her off and swiveled around, putting her weight on a tree nearby and using her right leg to kick her attacker, knocking them off their feet.

Ian Kabra looked up from the ground, anger on his handsome features. Oops. "May I ask if that was necessary?" he asked angrily.

"I thought y-you were someone else. Besides you s-scared me! W-was grabbing me from b-behind necessary?" she retorted.

Ian stood up grumbling about now he had dirt on his only pair of clothing. Amy felt a twinge of guilt but she also felt somewhat proud of herself. This proved that her training had not all been in vain. She had knocked the sneaky Lucian off his feet, hadn't she? She was sure that Nellie would have been proud of her; Dan, too.

Boosted by her small feat, Amy asked without stuttering, "Do you know the way back, Ian?"

Ian glared at her and scoffed. "Of course I know the way back. But why should I lead you there when you knocked me over?" Amy tried to come up with something witty to say but her mouth stayed shut. He crossed his arms and said "I can wait Amy. Give me a good reason."

"I already told you why I knocked you over. I thought you were someone else." Amy said, exasperated with him.

Ian raised an eyebrow, not pleased with her answer. "Who else could it have been, Amy? If you haven't noticed, no one has attacked us all day. I'm actually quite surprised you have not noticed. Think about it. We are supposed to be dead in that field." He took a step closer, and Amy wasn't sure what he was trying to say. "Don't you think it strange that no one has come to collect our bodies?" Ian continued. "I thought Shelley would have been here long ago, no?" Amy closed her eyes, fighting the urge to jump for joy. Was Ian saying that maybe Dan and Natalie had somehow…?

She opened her eyes surprised to find Ian close to her. He grabbed her hands and studied them. "As far as I can tell, you look alive to me." Ian commented. Amy couldn't help but laugh. She felt a tingle from where Ian's hands touched hers and it almost felt like… magic. Ian's grip tightened and Amy stopped laughing. She met his amber eyes and saw that they were puzzled.

"What is it?" she whispered. Ian cleared his throat and let go of her hands. "There's dirt on your nose," he said, turning to walk away.

Amy stood dumbfounded until Ian called to her, "Are you coming? Or do you want me to carry you again?" She quickly ran to him but made sure to be at least two feet behind him.

Ian kept walking, not even turning around to check if she was following him. It was so much like him. One second he was… Well he was… Amy was not sure how to describe it. Well whatever he was, he was always sure to be mean the next his mood changed.

Amy felt her nose and frowned. She quickly rubbed the dirt of her nose. At least he hadn't lied to her. Amy stopped in her tracks. At least he wasn't lying? What was she thinking? She shook her head and kept walking. She really shouldn't try to ignore the signs. It was obvious that Ian was still a jerk. He just wanted to play with her, even when it was a matter of life and death.

But a voice in Amy's head said that it wasn't true. What about the kiss? What about the kiss? Amy had never known anything could feel so…nice. And he had been the one kissing her the day before and he had done that on his own free will. But then again he had known he was going to live. He had wanted to play with her feelings. Amy bit her lip.

Why was everything so complicated? She saw the cabin up ahead and felt relief. She was going to need to sleep on this. Ian got to the door and opened it, holding it open for her until she was inside and closed it shut behind them. Amy switched on the light nearby, practically blinding herself.

"Ian, why can't you just stop playing with my feelings? Why does it satisfy you so much?" Amy blurted suddenly. She immediately wished that she could have kept her mouth shut.

Ian turned to her in surprise, but quickly covered it with a smirk. "You think I'm playing with you? Well if this is a game, you are playing poorly, love," he said, emphasizing the last word.

Amy felt like a fool. Why had she said that? She wished she could be somewhere else. Anywhere else but here in this cabin, in the middle of nowhere, with no way to contact anybody, and with Ian Kabra as her only company.

She was sure that to any other girl this would be a dream come true, but to her it was a nightmare. Amy took a deep breath. It was about time to end this nightmare. She wasn't going to let Ian win this round of the game. She glared at him, her eyes narrowing slowly. "Well, I'm tired of this game, Ian! Why can't you see that? I don't want you to pretend you like me then try to... well be mean again! You probably thought that kissing me and apologizing would help you win again? Well I'm tired of you winning!" she shouted, feeling a little sick.

Ian's amber eyes were wide open now, full of surprise. He looked crestfallen, as though she had told him that Armani was going out of business. "I think it's about time this game ended, Ian. Forever," Amy whispered. She turned off the lights, and crept into the bed, throwing the covers over her face. Tears fell fast and freely landing on her pillow.

It was silent for a few moments, then Amy heard the cabin door open and then close. Amy didn't care what Ian was doing or where Ian was going, just as long as he didn't come back. The tears started to slow and Amy's eyelids started to close…

I really enjoyed all the entries for the new Vesper name. I still have not closed it yet so keep telling me ideas! You also have my permission to hate this chapter. Sometimes Ian is such an idiot . But writing this chapter really helps my story. You'll see.

Random: What is your favorite quote? Mine is, "Nothing is impossible, the word itself says im possible."