Hey Guys! I've been wanting to write a Amian fanfic for a long time and I got this idea. I actually did a lot of research on skydiving just to have the info right. At first this was going to be a one-shot , but it ended up being longer. Please review to let me know whether to finish typing the story or not. I want feedback. Constructive criticism would be lovely. =)

Amy's POV

Amy was terrified. She was currently standing in an airplane 15,000 feet above the ground, wondering if she really as dumb as Dan said she was.

Ever since Casper Wyoming had attacked Amy and Dan, she had made sure that every Cahill agent had gotten special training to prepare. For anything- anything that could happen at any time. The life of a Cahill was dangerous... Amy had also thought it would be a great way to bond with the younger generation of Cahill's.

She had no idea why she had thought that. 15,000 feet above the ground was a little too high for her liking.

Or a lot.

Right now Dan and Amy were in a plane with the Kabras, and she had given them the choice to what they should do to train.

That had been a bad idea.

Ian and Natalie had picked the worst thing from Amy's list. Skydiving. Of course she and Dan were going to learn how to do it anyway, but she had rather done it on her own time. Where no one could see how scared she was.

But it was too late now.

"Are you alright, Amy?" A silky British voice asked.

Amy took a deep breath. She was not going to let anyone see she was afraid, not if she could help it. And especially not Ian Kabra.

"I'm fine! N-never been better," Amy said.

"Well, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're terrified. And I do know better, Amy. I am a Lucian after all." Ian smirked.

Amy frowned. "I-Ian just because you've done this before doesn't give you the right to pick on m-m-me. Besides, you know that we shouldn't separate the branches." Amy stood up straighter, gaining confidence. "You're a Madrigal, Ian. You're one of us. So stop trying to make fun of me!"

Amy cursed herself silently for stuttering. She had been getting better, but her stutter appeared whenever she was really scared or nervous.

Or when Ian Kabra tried to make her life harder.

Ian looked at her, his signature smirk on his face. "Anything for you, love," he replied.

Amy sighed and glared at him. "Don't call me love!" She snapped, glad she hadn't stuttered when she said that.

Ian's POV

It had been six months since the clue hunt, and six months since he had seen Amy Cahill in person. It was also six months since he had last seen his mother Isabel.

Ian shivered at the thought of her. Isabel was currently in jail, but he did not feel safe. Isabel was a Lucian, and very cunning. She'd find a way out eventually, and Ian didn't want to be around when she did.

In fact, Ian was sure that right after she got out of prison, she would try to make Ian's life miserable.

That was why he was doing this. That was why he had agreed to Amy's idea of training. He didn't want Isabel to win...

During the summer, he and Natalie had broken into the Kabra mansions database on Amy's request. Of course he and Natalie had refused to be ordered around, but to his amusement, Amy had threatened to go and break in herself. Ian, being the gentleman that he was, had simply refused the threat, saying that he and Natalie would do it right away.

He and Natalie had gone into the room to gain as much information about Isabel as they could get.

Ian and Natalie had found very awful things, but only one thing had truly frightened Ian, the rest of the things being unsurprising to him in a grim way.

Before the hunt for the 39 clues Ian had never gotten scared. His mother and father had made sure of that. He was a Kabra. Kabra's always win.

Ian knew different now than he had before the clue hunt. He knew that his parents were evil. That he, Ian Kabra, had been a cruel, selfish, vain and proud person. Perhaps he still was.

But Ian had changed. Granted, he still said things that hurt normal people's feelings. But he was trying.

Ian cared now. Before if someone had shot one of the Cahill siblings, he wouldn't have even flinched. Now he himself was… FLO.

No, never. Ian could be poor now, but he would never stoop that low.

After the clue hunt, it had been very humiliating when he and Natalie had come from millions of pounds to four million dollars to their name. That was it- 4 million pounds.

In other words, absolutely nothing.

It had been very difficult for Ian, but it had been especially difficult for Natalie.

Before the hunt, all Natalie ever did was shop.

Now even the littlest mention of the things the Kabra siblings had once had was enough to send Natalie into tears.

Ian was reminded of all the errands that he now had to run, and he wrinkled his nose in distaste. Work that only peasants should be doing, not Ian Kabra.

"Ian," Natalie shrieked, waking Ian from his thoughts. "Daniel just spilt juice on my new scarf!"

Ian jumped, startled at the outburst.

"We're in a plane! Of course I was going to spill it! Besides, I couldn't help it." Dan replied. Still, Ian detected a small grin on Dan's face.

Ian clenched his fists.

Daniel Cahill was perhaps the most annoying boy Ian had ever known. Scratch that. Daniel Cahill was the most annoying person Ian had ever known. And not probably- Definitely.

He wondered how Amy could handle Dan, much less live with him. That was probably why she was always hiding in her books.

"Natalie, this is Daniel we are talking about. You should have been more careful. You know that Daniel was born naturally uncoordinated," Ian said calmly.

"I'm not uncoordinated!" Dan thundered, his grin gone. "And my name is Dan! Dan! DAN! How many times do I have to tell you?"

"Whatever you say, Daniel," Natalie replied sweetly.

Dan growled. "Why does Amy put up with you?"

Amy looked up from her seat. She had just finished a book called The Lightning Thief.

Ian believed that the writer, what was his name? Ah, yes, the new American author, Ricky Ryan, was perhaps the sorriest excuse for an author. Stories about boys who could breathe underwater? Ian was sure reading those types of books would turn his brain into mush, so he avoided books of those type all together.

"Dan, we are about to skydive in 10 minutes. Just sit down," Amy said calmly, Dan glaring at her, "and relax. It would really help. In fact, why don't we go over the instructions again, just to be sure-"

"NO!" Ian, Natalie and Dan all shouted at the same time.

"Amy, we've already reviewed the instructions at least 100 times." Dan exclaimed.

"Well it is better to be safe than sorry," Amy huffed, looking mildly hurt.

Ian smirked.

Even though Amy had changed after the clue hunt, she was still very much the same. That was, in a way, remarkable. That she hadn't LET it change her.

Amy still stuttered, but it wasn't as bad as it had once been, and she was more confident now.

But somehow, she was still the girl who found everything amazing, and who found the good in others. In everyone.

That found the good in Ian.

Amy still possessed all the FLO qualities, yet she was more than that...

So much more.