This is my second time posting anything on here. I hope this goes well and I don't end up posting this new chapter as an entirely new document! I would like to say a big thank you to everyone who took the time to read my mess of a first chapter. I have most definitely put more effort into this one. I would also like to personally thank The Fan of 39 Clues for shocking me into posting this. Please don't kill me if this all goes horrible wrong! :P One more quick note: I know this story seems utterly unlikely, but I wanted to explore an area that probably would have never happened. Anyways, everyone knows I don't own The 39 Clues. Now on with the story!

Little Things Can Mean a Lot

-Hamilton (17)-

I had caught sight of my two favorite cousins with the Kabras. Judging by their expressions, the four seemed to be in a verbal spar. For as long as I can remember the Cahills and Kabras have never been on good terms, the reason is simple. The Kabras are stuck up, egotistical jerks. Ian respected rights as much as he respected dirt, causing him to have been the main oppressor of Amy's already torturous life. Natalie was a total fashion snob obsessed with her looks. Despite her pristine looks she never hesitated to pull the trigger on her personal dart gun.

Turning my attention back to the small group, I noticed that their talking had stopped and they were just glaring at each other. I was about a meter away yet I could practically taste the hostility. I decided it was high time I intervened before someone got hurt. So I shouted, "Alright, let's not start a fight and create a scene." Dan and Ian were the first to react. Ian's head turned my way and gave me a cold, disdainful look.

Ignoring him, I saw Dan shoot a glare at the two Kabras then shouted gleefully, "Dude, you made it!"

"It's a funeral, not a family reunion." Amy snapped.

"At least it's not the start of another hunt." he retorted. They haven't changed much, I thought with a grin. Dan made his way over to me, where I clapped him on the back. Impressively he only winced.

"I see you've been working out." I commented appreciatively.

Dan replied, "It's nice to see you too, Ham."

I nodded and confessed, "Yeah, but I wish it were on better terms; though I'm quite surprised that I miss the old guy."

A sympathetic Dan nodded. "At least you came because he died and not for the inheritance, unlike some people," he said distastefully with a pointed look at the Kabras.

"You actually think they're here for the inheritance? They have plenty of stuff already; maybe they're here to torment us." I asked curiously.

He shrugged. "I don't know, but one thing's for sure, trouble's heading our way." He added with a frown. I nodded then an idea popped into my mind.

I grinned and suggested, "Want to bet?" Dan's eyes lit up then darkened.

"Amy won't let me." He muttered. I raised an eyebrow.

"Speaking of Amy, where is she?" I asked, my eyes darting around, searching for her familiar face. I found her arguing with the Kabras, her face flushed. Whether it was flushed with anger or embarrassment I wasn't sure, but I knew that I should go rescue her. Turning to Dan I said, "She's with the Kabras so I'm going to invite her to join Club Dweebo."

He smirked and said, "Don't be surprised if she decides not to resign Club Jerko."

Grinning I sauntered over to them. Natalie faced me with one of the Kabra trademark smirks.

"Look who we have here. It's a child from the dolt family. Oops, I mean Holt." She sneered. I bristled at the remark and glared daggers at her. We may not be a sharp family but we make up for that by having the ability to snap a person in half. At least that's what Dad says. But the best part was that we came in second, after the Cahill kids and the old dude, Alistair. The Kabras, I'm proud to say, came after us. That definitely wiped the smirks off their faces.

"Can it Cobra, it's a wonder why you decided to show your faces here. Especially after finding out we had been ahead of you after the last clue was reached." I retorted. Their expressions were priceless. Ian's face had paled so much he looked deathly white, but Natalie's face was quite the opposite. It was so red I thought it would explode any minute; instinctively she groped around for her dart gun, only to find it confiscated.

Barely muffling her laugh Amy said, "In case you've forgotten, no weapons allowed." Both of us were barely containing our laughter when I grabbed her arm and took her to Dan. We were out of earshot when all three of us burst out laughing at the looks on their faces. Tears streamed down our cheeks as we struggled to get our mirth under control. Finally after ten minutes of uncontrolled hysteria, death glares from the Kabras, and the confused looks from others watching us, we settled down with only the occasional snort or giggle.

Amy broke the silence by saying, "I haven't had such a good laugh since…"

"Since before Uncle kicked the bucket." Dan finished sadly. She nodded, tears filling her eyes. I put my arm around her so as to comfort her. So this is what a funeral really is like. I thought dejectedly. I scowled as a most unwelcome voice boomed around the area.

"Yo! Da Wiz in da house!"

-Natalie (14)-

I was in a murderous mood. Anyone who has any sense usually stays away from me. Even the ruthless Isabel Kabra knows me enough to leave me be. I was muttering under my breath how I would kill them all. As I was pacing and cursing, Ian, who had gone deathly white, relaxed and began to regain his natural skin color and composure. I, on the other hand, had done nothing to try to calm down. To make things worse, our idiot cousin, Jonah Wizard, decided to show up the minute I had calmed down. Just the sight or sound of him raises my blood pressure.

Ian grabbed my arm and whispered, "Patience sister, it's only for a few hours. After that we can go home, take a hot bath, and forget any of these people even exist." I huffed and rolled my eyes. We both knew this to be untrue; it would be longer, much, much longer. But his calm tone and soothing ideas had the desired effects, my red complexion had gone down and I had stopped pacing. Taking out my portable mirror I gave my appearance a quick check then stored it away. Glancing around I saw Hamilton, Amy, and Dan leaning against the fence that marked the edge of the Oh premises. Obviously they were waiting for the mob of Wiz fans to ease up.

As we walked toward them, Ian and I heard a voice booming across the area, "Step inside the Oh Cemetery for the burial of Alistair Oh." This had better be worth coming here for, Mother, I thought coldly. Following the small crowd, I prepared myself for a long afternoon.

-Dan (14)-

Just as Grace's funeral went as a blur to me, Uncle Alistair's went the same way. I kept a straight face but inwardly I was fighting back tears. In my mind all the minister did was drone on and on for ages, but I was later told he spoke for only a few minutes. Beside me, Amy's face was streaked with tears. I knew she was remembering Grace too. From experience I knew she would be depressed for days. Steeling myself, I silently promised Amy that I wouldn't let her get hurt again. And I did this knowing how hard it would be to keep it. I felt Hamilton place his hand on my shoulder.

"Come on Dan, let's go. They just called us in for the will reading," he said gently. I took Amy's hand and basically led her into the mansion. I noticed how she kept looking back at the grave, as if he would suddenly come walking around the corner wondering where we all were going. I felt a lump begin to grow in my throat as reality came crashing down on me. Uncle Alistair was never coming back. I felt Hamilton grab my hand discreetly and basically drag us both inside.

-Jonah (17)-

As I walked through the gate to the Oh premises I saw a horde of reporters and my fans waiting inside to greet me. I stifled a groan as they began cheering and screaming with excitement.

Plastering on my famed smile I greeted them loudly, "Yo! Da Wiz in da house!" Inwardly I cringed with distaste. This was a time for mourning, not autographs or interviews. No matter how much of a rival Alistair was, he had earned my respect. After all he had won the clue hunt. As I made my way through the throng of people I smiled and answered a few short questions. Once I made it out of the crowd I turned around and addressed them.

"This is a time of mourning for me and my family. I would appreciate it if you would refrain from interviewing me or asking me to sign things. If you would all go home, I promise to make time for your requests once I get the chance. Thank you!" I said, trying to look as many people in the eyes as possible. Doing so makes it more convincing. As I turned to leave, I smirked as a thought dawned on me. They've probably never heard me speak so fluently! But then I remembered why I was here. I really can't believe I'll never see Alistair again! I thought to myself.

Before I could do, say, or think anything else I heard a voice boom solemnly, "Step inside the Oh Cemetery for the burial of Alistair Oh." Following orders I made my way into the cemetery. As the burial went on, I blocked out the sound of the minister's droning voice. I was looking around for any familiar faces and had spotted Madison and Reagan Holt and Ian and Natalie Kabra. But there was no sign of Hamilton or Amy and Dan. A flash of auburn hair caught my eye and I found Amy. Next to her were Dan and Hamilton. But my attention was focused on Amy. I could see she was quietly crying and I felt a pull of sympathy towards her. I then noticed Dan holding back tears. I suddenly realized how much Alistair's death must hurt them. They had been with him for the rest of the clue hunt. I thought back to what my mother said before I left.

"Don't let your guard down. Those Cahill brats may have won, but we will strike back. You disgraced our family once, losing to them. Don't do it again. Find the secret and bring it back before any of the others do," she had said. But as I watched Amy and Dan, the mission was becoming more and more disgusting.

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