I'm back! (momentarily). You're probably thinking "Who the heck is she?" and I'd say "I'm that girl who wrote truck loads of NT fanfiction then just STOPPED."

Ehem. So yeah, here I am anyway, with a loverly OC fic, based in the first film. Because those are so much fun right? Anyway, read away, I shall try my best to continue with this one, if I get reviews that is!

I don't own National Treasure by the way. Just saying.

Job interviews. You can't get through life without going to at least one of these things. They're uncomfortable, nerve wracking, and generally terrible.

So as I made my way towards the National Archives, dressed in my nicest black pencil skirt and white button up shirt, I didn't feel particularly confident. I was the girl who was feisty and fun outside of the workplace. But inside? Timid and shy, that was me. I wouldn't stand a chance in the interview with that witchy sounding woman, 'Abigail Chase'. She seemed rather smug on the phone, very professional, but uppity all the same.

I wasn't particularly looking forward to meeting her.

But I wanted the job. I wanted to be her personal assistant, oddly enough, because it was one way of getting me into working with all those beautiful historical documents. I was twenty- eight though, I was running out of time, and I didn't want to be waitressing forever. I mean, seriously, who goes into waitressing after achieving a degree in American History? Me, that's who. Because I'm a shmuck.

I entered the building, and after walking around like an idiot, I finally found Abigail Chase's office. The door was oak, with a gold plaque on the front reading her name. I felt worse for it. Knocking twice, meekly, a voice sounded from inside.

"Come in!"

I opened the door, walking into the small waiting area outside Doctor Chases actual office. There were three chairs against the wall to my right, and sitting there were two attractive men, reading a leaflet about the Gala on Saturday. I wouldn't be going to that, too many rich stiffs for my liking. The woman behind the desk in front of me smiled when I turned my attentions back onto her, and I returned it.

"Name?" She asked, readying some papers.

"Oh, um," it took me a moment. "Lorna Scarlett." My friends always said I had a name like a bond girl, but to me it was just my name. I tried my hardest to keep eye contact with the woman, knowing it would be worse once I got inside for the interview. Locking my green eyes onto her blue, I tossed one of my shoulder length brunette locks over my shoulder and continued to smile weakly at her. "I'm here for the job interview."

"Ah yes." The woman grinned. "You're my replacement." She continued smiling, patting her stomach, which I now noticed was rounded into a small bump. Baby on the way. "Take a seat, Doctor Chase will be with you after she has seen these gentlemen."

She gestured to the seats and I glanced over, catching the eye of one of the men. He looked to be in his late thirties, was very handsome, wearing a black blazer and smart white shirt with jeans. I sat down beside him before he could see my cheeks reddening.

"Oh, you've got a job interview now?" The man beside me suddenly asked, almost being conversational.

"Yeah." I answered, trying to avoid eye contact. I was awful with that.

"Good luck." He grinned, flashing me rows of perfect teeth. Wow, he had a killer smile.

"Thank you." My lips curved upwards, he had somehow made me feel more at ease. "What're you here for?"

The man went to open his mouth but his younger looking associate interrupted.

"Someone's going to steal the Declaration of Independence."

I blinked at him, unsure of how to respond to that.

"And us, being the heroes that we are, are going to stop him." He continued casually, gesturing to himself, then to the older man.

I still didn't know how to answer. That was all rather abrupt.

"I'm Bill by the way." He grinned welcomingly and held a hand out, I took it gingerly, shaking it, then casting my gaze to the man beside me.

"Paul Brown." He took my hand also.

"I'm Lorna. Shouldn't…you guys have gone to the FBI or something?"

"I'm sure Doctor Chase will say the same thing." Paul sighed. "And I'm sorry to get you involved, Bill should learn how to keep a secret."

Bill laughed nervously, turning away slightly.

"Doctor Chase will see you now."

"It was nice meeting you."

Then they were gone. The door shut quietly being them and I stared at it, perplexed. The receptionist got up and left the room, probably to pee or something, as that's what pregnant women do, a lot. So when she vanished off down the hall, I waited a few moments before I pressed my ear to the door, listening to the muffled, but decipherable voices within.

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