Author's Note: Sorry this took so long! But school started and I had go back to being busy all the time! But I will try to update something every week. Hopefully. I'll try to type as fast as I can. Anyway I really enjoyed all the entries for the Vesper name. I've decided to keep her name the same. Thanks for all the reviews! Constructive criticism is encouraged!

Ian's POV

Ian Kabra was completely and utterly bored. And starving. He was standing outside, leaning against the cabin wishing he could be anywhere but here. Once he could have made one call and could have a helicopter to come and pick him up, but not anymore. Ian missed his life before the clue hunt.

When he would go to school and outsmart his professors, not having to worry about how much he spent, winning all of his polo matches, and trying to please his parents. Ian's mouth curled down into a frown. No, he didn't miss pleasing his parents.

Ian looked through the cabin window and saw Amy sitting on the bed reading a book. Again. Two days ago she had found some books and hadn't said a word to him at all. She had replaced Ian Kabra's company for reading. Not that Ian really cared... Or so he told himself. He just couldn't comprehend how Amy how she could just sit and read. Yes, he enjoyed reading, but not for two days straight.

Because of this Amy had an excuse not to speak to him; and she had ignored him when he had attempted to speak with her. After that he had only gone inside the cabin to use the restroom, and that was it.

After the night she had gotten angry he had left the cabin. He hadn't wanted to hear her crying. For some odd reason, he had felt… hollow. Like someone had taken his heart and replaced it with nothing but cold air.

Ian smirked at this comparison; it sounded like something from romance novel, something Amy would like. Ian's smile fell away as he watched her. So many times he had tried to deny his feelings for her, but it had only made it worse. He knew what they meant now. It would do no good anymore, to deny his… feelings for her.

Ian cringed. Feelings. For. Amy. He refused to say the exact word that should be used in this situation... Love. Amy's hair was in her face but he could still see her intelligent green jade eyes sparkling with excitement. She had small smile as though she found something very amusing in her readings. Love.

Ian closed his eyes and looked away from the window. Being a Cahill was a demanding task. If they wanted to get out of this place they would need to act soon. Unfortunately, Amy was still unable to walk far enough to get anywhere. Ian sighed, frustrated.

He had never had so many complications at one time. He wondered how poor people survived. Having to worry about everything was simply awful. He tried to clear his mind but his thoughts kept returning to the angry look on Amy's face. A game, she had said. A game she wanted to end forever. He knew that he… loved her. But now he wasn't sure about her anymore.

Ian remembered the first time he had been unsure about something. It was the day that the race for the 39 clues had started. The day of Grace's funeral. Ian felt annoyed at himself. Even then he had been watching Amy; it was like he had had a small obsession with her from the very beginning.

Ian stood up straight and took a deep breath. He was Ian Kabra. He had charmed people into giving him thousands of dollars for a worthless painting. He had outsmarted his own mother. He was handsome, smart and charming. He had gone on plenty of missions. This wasn't any different. He had charmed Amy once and he could do it again. Ad he could do this without apologizing.

But this time he would need to do it more carefully. And maybe he could somehow tell Amy how he felt about her.

Perhaps.

He opened the door of the cabin and walked straight to the bathroom. He looked at Amy and saw that her eyes were glued to her book but they weren't moving. Good. He went inside the bathroom to make sure he looked presentable. After all he had to look good even when they were in the middle of nowhere.

There was a small cut underneath his left eye which Ian had no recollection of getting. Hmm… He had probably gotten it when he was searching the woods. Ian also had big lines under his eyes from lack of sleep. He had tried to sleep on the ground outside of the cabin but he hadn't been able to sleep at all, his eyes almost refusing to close their lids with so much on his mind. Plus, the ground was uncomfortable.

Ian wondered how people went camping for a vacation. It was anything but relieving.

Ian washed his face then surveyed his clothing. Ah… yes. His clothes. He had been wearing the same clothing for three days and there was a nasty odor coming from them. If Natalie had been the one here instead of him, she would have died.

His sister, Natalie... They needed to get out of here soon. But first things first.

Ian opened the door of the bathroom softly. He watched Amy, completely going unnoticed. Amy was really pretty… Ian blinked, surprised at the thought. He had fallen harder for her then he originally thought.

He quietly walked to Amy, not making a sound. He really didn't know what he was going to do or say. He decided he would go with the flow, or however those Americans said it. He sat next to her, making her jump a bit in surprise. Amy glanced at him then went back to her reading. Ian smiled when he saw Amy's cheeks start to color. At least she had acknowledge his presence with her blush.

Ian casually stood up and snatched the book from Amy's hands. She jumped about a foot and looked right into his determined eyes.

"Hey!" Amy said, trying to grab the book back.

He threw the book onto a nearby table and blocked her path. Green jade eyes met his gaze. Finally. "We've been at this for more than two days. Aren't you a little bit bored, Amy? Let's go do something. No offense, but I don't understand how you sat here reading for two days straight."

Amy looked at him reproachfully. "Maybe I actually enjoyed sitting here reading. It's better than talking to you."

Ian coughed into his hand, trying to cover his surprise. This was a bit more complicated than Ian had anticipated. But he wasn't going to stop when he had her attention now.

"Amy, do you know how to dance the waltz?" He asked, and Amy looked surprised at this question.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

Ian sighed. Did he have to explain everything? "You know, when the boy takes the girl and he holds her-"

"I know what you mean! And NO, I do not know how to dance the waltz for your information!" She said, anger rising in her voice.

Ian cleared his throat. Perhaps teasing Amy wasn't the way he should approach this problem. "Er… why don't I teach you how to dance it, then?" Ian said, and the minute he heard the words come out of his mouth he felt foolish. Of course, the answer would be no.

Amy looked at him up through her light eyelashes, with a look of confusion. "You know I can't dance right now. My ankle still hurts when I put my weight on it. B-besides why would you w-want to teach me how to dance?"

Ian rolled his eyes. "Miss Cahill, I expect when we get out of this place, you will be in the situation where a young man will ask you to dance and you will graciously accept, I'm sure. But in order to please this young man, you will need to know how to dance without stumbling over your own feet."

"Wait a second-"

"It's not like you can hurt your ankle more Amy. Or are you scared of dancing with Ian Kabra?"

Amy pressed her lips tightly together and stood up. "You teach me how to dance, and then leave me alone. Deal?"

One dance. That was all he needed. He bowed low, hiding his smirk of satisfaction.

Amy huffed, clearly not liking the situation already.

"Agreed."

"Don't think this is going to make everything better, Cobra." Amy said, going so far as to use Dan's nickname for Ian and the other Kabras. She stood up, her arms folded.

Ian snickered then stopped at Amy's look. Now where to instruct her? He looked around the cabin and decided that it was too small. He would teach her outside- although this was not how Ian would like it, it would do. And Amy would enjoy it. He knew that she loved the outdoors.

"Let's go outside, there is more room," he said, pointing out the window.

"Okay."

They decided on a spot close to the cabin, but free of trees, like a little clearing.

"You do know the dance position, correct?" Ian started. Amy nodded, not meeting his eyes. He grabbed her right hand and put his other hand on her waist. Amy shivered under his hands. He brought her closer so that their faces were only one hand span away.

Amy looked extremely nervous. Probably because she didn't trust him. Ian knew he wouldn't have any trouble teaching Amy how to dance. He had gone to plenty of dances and he knew Amy would try to learn it quickly to get away.

"I am going to teach you the most basic step of the waltz, the box step. First you step back with your right foot then step to the side with your left foot. Then you step to the side with your right foot." Ian said. Amy tried to do what he had instructed but was quickly lost.

She stepped on his feet, mumbling, "S-sorry."

Ian tried to lead her with his hands, but it only made it worse. "You need to feel it, Amy. I'm leading you with my hands. Move where I lead you." he said calmly.

"I don't get it," Amy said, staring at her feet in concentration.

"Amy, look at me." Ian said. Her green eyes looked up at him. "And close your eyes. Feel where I lead you."

"Are you sure…?" Amy questioned.

"Yes," Ian replied. She closed her eyes slowly and sighed. He could feel her relax under his grip. "1,2,3, 1,2 ,3," he whispered softly while moving his feet and hands to lead her. She stumbled a bit more then got into rhythm with him.

Amy started to count with him and he faltered. Ian realized that they were missing something. Music. A song popped into his head. It was one of Natalie's favorites; the Sleeping Beauty Ballet music by Tchaikovsky. He started to hum it quietly while Amy counted.

He closed his eyes as well and hummed the music louder. He heard Amy gasp softly but he kept his eyes closed and danced. "Ian?"

"Hmm?"

"You know this song? From the movie Sleeping Beauty?"

Ian raised an eyebrow. "A movie you say? Natalie and I went to a concert but I never knew that this song was in a movie. How cliché. Using a classical song in a movie." He proceeded to keep humming the song.

To his surprise Amy started to sing to his humming. She was soft at first then got louder with each step. "I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. Yet I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you'll do, you'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream." Her voice was soft but sweet and he and Amy started to turn while dancing. "But if I know you, I'll know what you'll do, you'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream." She finished slowly.

Ian and Amy stopped at the same time and looked at each other. "Why did you sing that?" Ian asked gently.

Amy's eyes wouldn't meet his. "It-it was one of Grace's favorites. I couldn't h-help it." Amy got a faraway look in her eyes, filled with happy but painful memories.

"What are you thinking about?" Ian said finally, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"N-nothing." She pushed away from him and he busied his hands wiping imaginary dirt off of his clothes. "Is that it? Will you leave me alone now?" Amy asked quietly.

Ian felt disappointed. He had thought that he had reached Amy. It seemed like it would take just a bit more... Effort. "Not just yet. We need to plan when we are going to leave the cabin." He said, and Amy looked at her foot.

"Just two more days. Then I think I'll be ready to go."

Ian nodded curtly. "Good. Then when we get back to civilization, the first thing I will do is order an espresso to revive myself."

Amy looked at him in alarm. "Have you eaten anything? Anything at all?"

Ian replied, saying, "I refuse to eat anything so vulgar. I would rather die than eat canned peaches."

"We'll see about that."

So here it is!

Random: What is your favorite part in The Maze of Bones?

Mine is pretty much Dan.