So, I revealed Ian's dirty little secret, and this is one special shootout to bookgirl39: Are you some kind of freaking mind reader? How is it possible that you know what they're going to think about Ian's confession! Ehem, anyway...enjoy!
"What is it? Are you feeling sick? Should I call in Sinead?" Amy asked.
"No, love. But...it's the cause of my sickness." Amy calmed down. "Maybe...maybe you should call the other's as well."
Later, everyone came.
"What's up?" Dan asked. Ian took a breath and started blabbering out his story.
"And that's why..." he concluded. "I'm sorry, everyone. Especially you, Amy." Everyone was quiet, so quiet that it freaked him out.
"The files..." Dan started. Amy interrupted him.
"Ian." Amy frowned. "You need some rest." Ian could not believe his ears.
"What...what are you saying?" He stuttered.
"She's saying, dude, that the fever must have gotten deep in your cobra head," Dan said.
"No! I'm telling the truth! You believe me, right Sinead?" Sinead looked down. "Hamilton?"
"Sorry, man, it's possible that...you're really sick." Ian flamed, which hurt more since he was already practically on fire.
"I would never believe you would do that, sick or not sick," Amy said. "Let's go, guys. Ian needs some rest." As they all shuffled out, Madison whispered,
"Don't worry. I believe you. And I think Amy will forgive you, too. If she ever believes it."
(Vesper headquarters)
"I can't believe you, you lying worm!" Evan put down his pencil, and looked at Daphne.
"Hello, beautiful."
"Don't even!" She snapped.
"What is it?"
"You actually liked Amy Cahill?" Evan felt heat rise to his face.
"Of course no-"
"Don't try it with me! It was just an assignment! They watched the way Amy flushed around you two years ago. That's the only reason they chose you to be part of this group!"
"Daphne, I-"
"You. Are. Exactly. Like. Fourteen year old Ian Kabra. I should know. I've been spying on them my whole life!" Daphne shot. "You guys aren't so different. The only thing: Ian is way more charming than you, idiot." Daphne stormed out, her blond pony tail flying with anger.
Evan frowned. How on earth did she know? Ian couldn't have called her. Unless...
He actually confessed. Evan gritted his teeth. Now he had nothing against him. If they had actually believed Ian...
Evan went on central control. He watched through the bug. They hadn't believed him. After all, who would believe a weak, and feverish, and defenseless boy? Evan grinned, a perfect, evil, Vesper worthy grin.
(Amy) Normal font is showing her POV, and italics are flashbacks
Ian couldn't have...no, he couldn't have.
I would never believe it. Two years ago, and I might have. I would.
But...was it true Evan actually like me?
Evan stepped forward, protecting his girlfriend from the masked men.
The Vesper attack. He had gone against them. But that could be part of the act.
The man shoved him hard, aside.
Why would a Vesper do that to his partner? But Ian also figured out that Evan was new.
Do I still like Evan...?
No! Of course not! I can never like someone like that. Not just because he's a Vesper, and I don't care that he didn't see me as 'just and assignment'.
Because I actually care about Ian.
But if it is true, would I forgive him? Should I?
Maybe I...
Will.
(Ian)
Ian groaned as his head began to pound. Sweat beaded down the side of his head. Normally, he would have gone straight to a fountain and washed it off.
For Natalie, and the other's, he reminded himself.
"Ian," a voice hissed. Ian huffed.
"Ham-Hamilton?"
"Guess again, idiot."
"Dan...Daniel, is that you?"
"Wrong again." Ian closed his eyes, although they burned. He felt himself being rocked away. It felt comfortable.
"Thank you," he murmured.
"For what?" The voice said in a 'your such an idiot' voice. Though Ian didn't like the tone of the voice, he said,
"For comfort." The person snickered.
"Just keep your thanks for now." Ian felt himself dozing off. Must save everyone...can't...can't...
Ian's eye's shot open. He finally realized what was happening. Ian Kabra was being kidnapped.
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Ian jumped off. It hurt his whole body, but he ran.
"Hey! Come back!" Evan bellowed. But Ian huffed, and puffed, and kept running.
(Amy)
Amy shot into the tent.
"Ian, I wanted to apologize for not..." She realized the tent was empty. "Ian?" Someone bumped into her, hard. She fell to the ground. And Ian was on top of her.
"Ian, what-" Some holes started appearing. She heard sounds of bullet's, hitting cloth.
"Stay down!" Ian said.
"Dan...and the others!"
"They'll be okay!" Dust started entering, and Amy felt itchy, even in her favorite jeans. Gravel hit Ian's back, and both of them had the same thought: two years ago. Two years ago, when Ian had used Amy like a stepping stone. Two years ago, when he hadn't cared about his hair, or his Armani sweater. But it was different now.
Because they had training. Amy nestled Ian on the sleeping back.
"I'll be back," she whispered.
When Amy went outside, she saw the others fighting a figure. Even Madison, who usually just sat lazily, jumped on the figure's back. She ran forward and kicked his gut. Which was when she realized it was Evan. And she had more fun.
Amy actually laughed.
(Dan)
Is she laughing? Amy's totally lost it.
Dan did his newest ninja move. He always wanted to try it out. Evan layed on the ground.
"Where are they? Where did you put the others?" Hamilton grabbed Evan by the collar.
"You...you w-will never get to them. Your journey's worthless." Hamilton dropped him. Dan looked at his sister, the pleased look she had on her face. It's been a long time since he saw that expression. It made him feel pleasure, too.
Then it hit him.
No, not an idea.
A pebble.
"What the heck?" Dan took it out of his hair.
"Guys!" A voice said. "Hello! Can you hear me!" Ian stumbled out of the tent.
"M-M-Madeline...and Ch-Charlotte!" It was.
Madeline and her crazy cousin.
Behind them, there were seven other agents.
All in black trench coats.
Is this Columbine High in the outdoors of Greece? Dan thought.
"They'll help us! They said they'll give us a clue!" Madeline said excitedly.
"Good to see you guys again!" Charlotte said.
"It's not a reunion," the bald guy snapped.
"Don't be grumpy, Korman," the guy in the baseball cap told him. "You scare everyone away. Let Riordan do the talking."
The lady with Cleopatra style hair looked at Evan. "We'll take care of him. Watson, Park, help me." Two other ladies came. A really tall guy leaned over Dan, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
"Nice to meet you. These two girls managed to threaten information out of us."
"You're exaggerating, Mr. Patrick," Madeline said.
"Oh, now it's the 'Mr.'? Before it was 'I don't care about your name.'"
"Let me do the talking," another guy said. Dan guessed it was 'Riordan'. "You see, we can help...with the Vespers."
"What about my sister?" Ian asked.
"And mine?" Hamilton piped up.
"Listen, guys," Charlotte instructed.
"We'll take care of the victims, and we're very sorry for your...lost relatives. We can give you one hint of tracking down the Vespers-"
"And one hint only," the bald guy said.
"Start where you have started before," Riordan said. "Got it? Now jump on a jet, go back to Boston, and think about it. Don't come back to Greece until-"
"We tell you to," Madeline interrupted.
"Yes. Now, pretend you never saw us," Cleopatra lady said, holding Evan like a ragged doll.
"Goodbye," Dan heard, before passing out cold.
(Madeline) In my POV!
"Do you think that was necessary? They would've pretended to forget anyway," I said.
"But they must. Don't worry, they'll be back in Boston," Linda said.
"Yeah, but...will they forget everything, or just you guys?" Charlotte asked.
"Just us. Again, don't worry," Peter said.
"You did create this alliance out of trust, correct?" Jude asked.
"Of course," I said quickly, hoping that they would believe it. It was easy, Lucians are excellent liars. "Let's...take care of the others..." I pointed at Evan. "What a we going to do with him?"
"Let us take care of that," Rick told me. "Let's get going then."
What did you think? Like it? Too cliché? Be honest, because honesty is the best thing ever (this is coming from a Lucian). Review! Hope you enjoyed!