Author's Note: I seriously feel so bad! I haven't updated in over a month. Dang. Anyway I have good news. Maybe this will make it up to you guys. (Probably not, but hey I'm trying.) I now have a laptop! Mostly good news for me but a bit for you too. You see my family shared a computer between 5 people. It became extremely frustrating because I really wanted to get on the computer and there would always be someone on it. So I took the matter personally into my hands. I decided that I would get a laptop so I would never have to wait for anyone to get off the computer again. Hopefully that means I will update more.

I want to thank you guys for reviewing and reading my story! It makes me so happy!

I have also written another fanfic. It's called So Close and its Amain. Check it out!

Special thanks to Lovely SOS who is a amazing author and Beta, I couldn't do it without her. Also a shoutout to Agent Get Ian and Amy Together and Michelle Loves Chocolate 99 who have reviewed every chapter of this story. It means a lot you guys. =)

Amy's POV

Amy quickly ran into to the cabin, trying to collect her thoughts. What had just happened? The past ten minutes had been so strange and so unreal... Ian coming in and asking her if she knew how to dance? That wasn't like him at all. She had been so surprised by the question that she had fallen into his trap. Amy had actually agreed to dance with him, and couldn't help but feel unhappy. She had never wanted anything to end so badly.

Amy had gone two days without speaking to Ian and had been content. There had been books underneath her bed and she had busied herself reading them. Or she had at least tried to... No matter how hard she tried to think, she just couldn't get Ian out of her thoughts. She believed it was because of the guilt she felt and she had been on brink of running away when Ian had come into the cabin, snatched the book from her hands and goaded her into dancing with him.

Why couldn't Ian have left her alone until her ankle healed completely? She had really hoped that Ian would never talk to her again.

But of course Ian made sure to see her wish rebutted. And it really had been wishful thinking on her part.

In all honesty, Amy had felt really bad for being rude to Ian. It just wasn't like her to do that, no matter how mad she was. Ian's shocked face flashed into her face and she winced. She just couldn't help but feel bad for what she had done. It was not in her nature to hold a grudge...

But Ian had made the impossible possible.

Her feelings of him were completely mixed up. Amy hated to admit this to herself, but she knew she was starting to fall for him again. Every time his amber eyes met hers, her heart started to race. Or whenever he said her name with his silky British accent, she felt goosebumps.

It really scared her.

But she was still not completely head over heels over him. At the same time that she liked him so much, she also hated him- for his amber eyes that held her captive, and his perfect features that sometimes made herself feel so un-pretty.

Now that Amy thought about it she was surprised that she had even been able to hold a conversation with Ian, much less dance with him. There had been one moment where he had looked at her and she felt like her heart had stopped. And then she had started to sing? Dan would have said that Amy had finally lost her common sense. She probably would have agreed with him.

Amy had been thinking so deeply that she hadn't noticed that she had already gotten a can and was opening it. She sure hoped Ian liked beans...

Amy let out a small breath of exhaustion. If she wanted to survive out here she would have to get along with Ian, whether she hated him or not. Who cared that he had taken her heart and ripped it into pieces? Who cared that he pretended he liked her and seemed sincere?

Amy might just be falling for him again, but this time, she knew how to play his game.

She would get along with Ian; for Dan, Nellie and the Madrigals. They needed her. Even if she was a 16 year old girl stuck in the middle of the woods in the middle of nowhere. They needed her and that was all that mattered. She would find her way back home...

Ian's face entered her brain and immediately she pushed him away. She would have to stop thinking about how Ian made her feel and how he made her heart jump. She would forget herself with that amber-eyed boy. She would stop being unrealistic, stop playing the scene of them dancing over and over in her head...

She had to. She'd get along with Ian. But first she had to make him eat something.

Natalie's POV

Silence.

Natalie had never been anyplace so quiet. It was though time had stopped and Natalie was the only one awake.

Natalie kept her hand on her dart gun that was beneath her designer jacket. She ran her fingers along it, holding her breath.

After the plane had kept flying for another day of pure agony, it had finally landed on a landing strip that was in the middle of a forest.

She decided that Dan would stay on the plane; he just didn't have the Lucian skill of sneaking around. Natalie knew that if she went by herself she would be able to go unnoticed. She had practiced this skill for years and years. But she didn't really want to leave the air conditioning of the plane to what looked like a humid jungle outside her window.

But still, she couldn't very well have Dan go outside and make a ruckus; he would surely get them caught. Sneaking around required stealth, of which she knew Dan had none. After putting her hair up as to ensure it wouldn't get ruined, she had gotten her dart guns and opened the hatch of the plane.

Warm air gushed onto Natalie's face, and she sighed. Yuck.

She daintily jumped down from the plane, landing lightly on her feet. Dan stood at the door of the plane, watching her. "Are you sure you don't want my help? I know I can be quiet," Dan said, pleading.

"No! I already told you why not! You would get us caught. I have to do this alone. Besides, I have dart gun and you don't have anything." She snarled at him. He was testing her patience. The Cahill boy did not seem to understand the difference from a game and real life. Those video games he played were probably rotting his brain.

Dan's goofy grin appeared on his face. "Are you sure I don't have anything?" He said, holding up her suitcase.

"Don't you dare-" Natalie began, but Dan gingerly put her suitcase down and started to rummage through it. Natalie watched in horror as he started to throw her clothing all over the place. "Those are perfectly new outfits!" Natalie screamed. Dan ignored her and picked out one of the items of clothing and pretended to inspect it.

"Too Cobra-like," he muttered, throwing it over his shoulder. He then picked up a blue dress from the suitcase and held it up to himself, like he was going to try it on. Before Dan could do anything else, Natalie pulled out her dart gun and pointed it at him.

"Put that down NOW." She said quietly, her eyes narrowed like a cat's.

Dan took one look at Natalie and put it down immediately. "Hey, I was just kidding, Natalie. I wasn't going to do anything serious. Just chill."

"Just chill!" She spat, repeating him. "Who do you think you are? You've ruined perfectly good clothing! That is something to be extremely serious about." Her index finger was on the trigger and it felt extremely itchy. It would only take one shot and Dan could be out of the way for two hours.

Natalie was sorely tempted, but something on Dan's face stopped her. He looked determined and a little bit... Scared. It reminded her about the day in the gauntlet. When Isabel had threatened to shoot her. Then actually had. She gasped in surprise when her eyes started to fill with tears. No matter how much Dan annoyed her, she couldn't shoot him. If she did, she would be just like Isabel.

Natalie never wanted to be like her. Ever.

She slowly brought her hand down and left it dangling at her side.

"Natalie?" Dan said, and he looked extremely confused.

"Just leave me alone," she said, her voice icy.

Dan looked surprised at how cold she was, but Natalie didn't care. He had pushed her patience too far this time. And being cold was the way she had been taught to hide her feelings.

"Okay, I guess." Dan muttered. He hurriedly closed the hatch, leaving Natalie to herself.

She just stared at the closed door in shock. After all that he'd finally closed the door and left her to go alone... This time, Natalie let the tears go. She wrapped her arms around herself as though it could offer some protection.

Natalie had tried so hard not to think about Isabel after being in the gauntlet, but that had proved to be in impossible wish. Anything and everything she did reminded her of Isabel. When she went shopping she would always turn for Isabel's opinion, then would remember that Isabel was in jail. Or whenever she sat in the Kabra dining hall with Ian; her mother and father's empty chairs reminded her of them.

She really missed them but at the same time she knew that the feelings were wrong. She shouldn't miss them. Especially not Isabel. But sometimes Natalie couldn't help it.

Because once, Isabel had been her mother.

But Isabel was evil and cruel. She was cunning and had always been everything that Natalie had ever wanted to be.

Until Natalie found out she was a murderer.

Natalie looked up and realized that Dan had been watching through the window the entire time. Natalie immediately stopped crying. She may have a weakness, but Dan Cahill would be the last person on earth to ever find out about it. She did not like that he'd seen her crying.

She glared at him and put her hands on her hips. Dan gave her a concerned look, which made her insides freeze. She would never allow Dan Cahill to look at her like that again. There was too much compassion in the look. And Kabras had never done compassion- she would not be the first to disrupt that tradition.

Well, maybe one day. But Natalie was not going to change her views on that yet. Natalie stuck out her jaw at Dan and flicked her hair over her shoulder.

Dan just rolled his eyes in annoyance and left her view.

Good.

She glanced at her diamond encrusted watch on her left wrist. It read 3:30. Which meant that it was currently 3:30 in London, England.

London. Natalie missed it so much. There were so many good places to shop and such glamorous parties. Natalie got in a trance thinking about her home, time trickling by. She really did miss it- so much. It was nothing like this place she was in now... And in London, there was no Dan Cahill.

Suddenly Natalie glanced at her watch, and she wrinkled her nose in surprise. She had been standing there unmoving for ten minutes.

She decided that she would investigate for about one hour before returning to the plane. She slowly walked away from the airplane strip to the forest-y area.

She was only 3 steps from entering the forest when she froze. That was when she had noticed the silence. There was no sound at all. No birds, no snakes, no creepy bugs, not even a breeze. Natalie furrowed her brow in concentration.

Ian had always been the one to make decisions and although Natalie always complained about how unfair this was, she knew Ian was much better at being in charge than her.

Natalie decided that she would go in. There was no point in going back to the plane and telling Dan that the forest was strangely silent. They would eventually have to go out and explore anyway, and it was best that Natalie should do it.

She quietly trudged through the terrain. The trees were very tall, sunlight peeping through the spaces between the leaves. The ground had sticks and twigs scattered all over, but Natalie was silent despite of them.

Natalie felt her throat start to parch. How awful! Where was Bickerduff when she needed him? She stopped and spun around to head back to the plane when she heard something snap.

Natalie stopped and listened. Then she heard what sounded like someone falling and a muffled "Oof".

Dan.

She ran- still moving quietly- to where the crash had sounded and she saw Dan sprawled on the forest floor. The idiot.

Dan looked up after a few seconds and looked at her sheepishly.

"Well?" She asked, crossing her arms. Dan got up, his shirt all wrinkled, the sheepish grin on his face widening.

"Um, I need to ask you a question?" He said, making it up on the spot.

"Do you realize what you've done?! You could have given away our presence," she hissed back at him, enraged. He really did not know how stupid he was.

Dan shrugged and rubbed his eyes. "I don't think anyone is here Natalie, I haven't heard anything."

Natalie wanted to slap him so much- but she contained herself. "Just because you can't see or hear someone doesn't mean they're not there," she said, her tone deadly.

"Okay, I get that, but can I come with you? It was getting really boring waiting in the plane, and besides if someone is here, I'm sure that they know we're here by now..."

Natalie just spun around and marched away. Dan followed her, twigs snapping loudly. Natalie hated this. What was she supposed to do? She had never gotten stuck in the middle of nowhere with no way to contact anyone. She pulled out her cellphone, but the bars remained empty. Of course.

After ten minutes of pointless walking, she saw something white among all of the green. She started to walk a bit faster. After getting closer Natalie could see a Victorian house through the trees. Why would anyone want a house in the middle of the woods? It was an awful place to have a home, unless...

"Dan, stop," she whispered.

"What?"

"I think that house," she said pointing a delicate finger at the house,"is a Vesper stronghold. I'm going to try to get in without getting detected. And you have to stay here."

Dan folded his arms and smirked. "No way. I followed you for a while without being caught. I'm going with you." Before Natalie could do anything, Dan ran through the trees and ran onto the lawn of the house.

Natalie quickly followed him, wondering how he could still be alive if he had done this throughout the clue hunt.

No wonder Amy was always bickering with him- her brother was mental.

Dan ran right up to the deck of the house and turned the doorknob. The door swung open and Dan quietly crept in.

Natalie quickly got in front of him. If Dan was coming, she might as well remind him who was in charge. The main hallway of the house was completely empty, except for a chandelier that hung from the ceiling. Dan was looking at it in awe, but Natalie wasn't fazed.

The Kabra mansion had more than a hundred chandeliers, and not one of them was as grubby as this one.

She lead the way on, keeping her hand on her dart gun. It was so quiet... No one was in this house, she was sure of it. She couldn't say why, but she knew she was right.

They explored the whole first floor, nothing looking out of the ordinary. Natalie led the way up the spiral staircase, Dan right on her heels. The top of the stairs revealed a dark hallway with all of the doors closed.

Natalie slowly made her way to her first door on her right and opened it. She gasped, one of her hands covering her mouth.

Dan peeked over her shoulder his mouth shaping into a surprised O. Natalie quickly shut the door and ran down the staircase. Dan followed her, sliding down the banister.

They ran out the door and into the forest until Natalie could not see the house if she turned around. She stopped, Dan running into her. She lost her balance and fell over. He tried to help her up, but Natalie shrank away from him. Dan gave up, putting his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

Natalie started to shake uncontrollably. She shouldn't be so scared. It was only a picture that she'd seen. Just a picture...

But her memories seemed to be so real. Isabel pulling the trigger; excruciating pain in her foot. Natalie curled into the fetal position, shaking.

The picture. When Natalie had opened the door there had been a picture on the wall across from her. A picture of Isabel. The photo had captured Isabel exactly; her well practiced smile, her flawless skin, and her luscious black hair. She looked exactly as Natalie had remembered.

When Ian and Natalie had moved back to the Kabra mansion, they had had every picture of their parents removed from the walls. That had been 6 months ago and not a word or trace about Isabel had appeared. Natalie had tried so hard to forget her face, but she had been trained to remember the littlest details. And Isabel's face was much more than a little detail.

Dan crouched down and touched her arm. Natalie flinched in surprise. Dan had knocked her out of her surprised, scared thoughts. She uncurled from her position, trying desperately to hide how scared she was.

"I think we better go back-" Dan started. Natalie shook her head frantically. She was not going in there ever again. She tried to hide her fear by saying in her most disgusted voice ever,

"I will never set foot in that pigsty again. Did you see how the furniture was organized in that living room?"

"Nat-"

"And the rugs! They were the ugliest shade of maroon I have ever seen. Whoever designed the place was completely tasteless and tactless. Everyone knows that you just do not DO maroon rugs." Natalie said, her lip curling into a sneer.

"I didn't know that."

Natalie waved his comment away airly. "You wouldn't know that. It's expected in a common person."

Dan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Then what is royalty doing lying on the ground?"

Natalie came to her senses and stood up right away. "Maybe you are right, Daniel. Perhaps we shall go back to the house."

Dan shrugged, completely uncaring. "How come we left the house so fast anyway? Did you see someone or something?"

Natalie kept her face expressionless, but she was confused. Hadn't Dan seen it? His reaction in the house had made it seem like he had seen it as well.

"It was just a drill. I wanted to see if a peasant like you could be quick enough to react." She said shortly.

She walked away before she could get a reply from him. There was no need to waste her time. Natalie was ready to go back to London, with or without Dan Cahill's help. But she would avoid that room at all costs. Even if the only thing that would help them was in that room, she would not go back in there.

Never.

So how was it?

Not any Amian, but it's coming. So I was wondering if I should make Dan and Natalie become friends, or keep them as they are?

Random: What would you do if Ian Kabra, the Ian Kabra walked into a room you are in? Like he just randomly walks in. Any scenario; excluding your home.

What would you want to do and what would you actually do? XD

Would you attack him? Would you flirt with him? Would you pull a Amy and freeze? Would you question your sanity? Would you even acknowledge his presence?

I'm creating a poll and would like to have different ideas and choices. So help me out here!

I think that in real life I would just stare at him in shock and be in shock for the rest of the day. As for what I wish I could do, I would love to get all the Amian fans and kidnap him, take him to the authors and have him convince the authors he loves Amy and that it should be written. ;)

P.S. I hope you enjoyed the length Graphite Girl. XD

Amian: I know this was a while back, but your dreams made me laugh do hard! I have no idea why, but it totally made my day. =)