The 39 Clues: Life After Amy

Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, so read at your own discretion!

Warning: This story is very clichéd. Do not read if you do not like clichéd stories.

Disclaimer: I do not own the 39 clues!

Preface

"Lovely."

The word that started it all.

Ian Kabra, the handsome, athletic, intelligent, amazingly modest man that he is, was regretting something for the very first time.

Amy and Dan Cahill had won the hunt, no big surprise there. But they did the unthinkable… they destroyed all the clues.

The last thing Amy said to him was "I hate you Ian Kabra!". Ian thought back to that very moment in time and sighed.

Amy threw the clue into the dark oblivion of the massive fissure that had appeared in the ground.

Her face was streaked with grime and her hair was whipping wildly with the wind. Her mouth was set in one grim line as she surveyed her remaining opponents: Alistair, Sinead, Hamilton, Jonah, Natalie, and finally Ian. Amy's face twisted into a look no one, not even Dan had seen before on her.

It was unspeakable fury.

"I hate you Ian Kabra!" she screamed as Dan grabbed her hand and started pulling her out of the cave.

If only she knew what those words meant to him now.

Subconsciously, Ian was depressed because of those five words. Consciously, he could care less about that ugly, bratty little orphan girl with a git of a brother.

Of course, the worst part was that she didn't stutter on it at all. Amy had meant it, not a single doubt in her mind.

Nobody knew why they destroyed the clues, but the rumor was that they did it for the Madrigals.

The sad truth was that Amy never forgave Ian for what he did back in Korea.

Why should I care, Ian thought. She's just a poor pathetic orphan.

She never believed that he had loved her. Yes, for the first time in all his years of living, Ian was finally admitting that he loved Amy. It was almost amusing to see how much he had changed because of her.

Amy Cahill looked at the landscape surrounding her through her immensely tall glass window.

There were gorgeous blue mountains and green, leafy trees everywhere. The sky was a bright, well, sky blue and puffy clouds of cotton floated in it, suspended in mid-air.

Sometimes she wished that she could be a cloud, peaceful and carefree. But alas, that wish of hers could never be fulfilled, for she was Amy Grace Cahill, the Madrigal leader. Oh, how she wished that someone else could remove the burden off her shoulders. All the pressure and high standards could be simply lifted away.

Yet, Amy knew that this was not possible. The logical, rational part of Amy told her to just deal with it. The other, wilder part of her told her to run away and be free. Of course, Amy almost always listened to that logical part of her. Listening to that part was, well, logical.

Other times, she thought of the clue hunt and how much it had changed her.

No more was she the shy, spineless Amy Cahill she had been before. Now, still with a stutter, she was confident and courageous- The two qualities a Madrigal leader needed.

Then, Amy's thoughts drifted to Ian Kabra.

She hated him for all he did in Korea- Lied to her, led her on, and even kissed her.

Oh what she wouldn't do to just walk up to him and give him a big ole slap across the face.

But he would probably make her stutter uncontrollably and then she would lose all the courage she ever had.

It was just nice to picture in her mind.

Deep down inside, Amy knew she had feelings for him.

She just didn't know if they were good or bad. Amy just didn't care enough about him to bother finding out.

A part of her said that there was nothing she wouldn't do to see him once more. It was an extremely small part, but it was a tiny glowing ember of hope. Amy glanced back through the window and then turned back to her book.

It was too beautiful a day to mope over the past.

Sorry it was so short! Constructive criticism is accepted! Please review! Thanks for reading! :D

Edit: I have edited this chapter, so hopefully it is better! Thank you to my beta, Summer!