I believe that National treasure was a story for the depths of our hearts...yet I feel the great need for more...WHUMPAGE!, COMEDY!, ANGST!,DRAMA!, and more promulgation to disseminate deleterious situations to get more remuneration.

Where: On the ship Charlotte during the Riley and Ben hostage situation

When: The first movie during the beginning

"Please tell me what I need to know Ben" Ian said his voice taut as he looked meaningfully at Riley who was currently having a gun pointed at his head. Ben stood for a second as he weighed his choices. Then spontaneously he grabbed a flare and lit it. He held it out in warning.

"Look where you're standing, all that gunpowder, you shoot me or Riley, I drop this we all go up"

"Ben" Riley said in warning and fear. A moment of tension passed before Ian spoke.

"What happens when the flare goes out?"

Ben's eyes flickered with desperation.

"Shawn" that was all it took for chaos to ensue. Shawn pointed his gun at Riley and pulled the trigger, Ben screamed no and dropped the flare it exploded causing an immediate fire in the rotting boat. Ben clearly remembered the panic he had felt when seeing Riley fall to the ground. He needed to get over to him and get them out of here as fast as possible. Ian and Shawn shot a few shots before leaving out of the only exit. A brief moment of silent exchange the last Ian and Ben thought either of them would have.

Ben ran towards Riley dodging the fire as it inched closer and closer to the barrels of gunpowder.

"Come on Riley, you got to get up" his voice trembled when Riley didn't stir at the sound.

"Riley?"

"Ben?" his voice was weak.

"You have got to get up, you're gonnna die if you don't"

Riley mumbled in answer and Ben lifted him to his feet. He immediately saw the problem. Shawn had shot Riley in the leg causing a large amount of blood to stain his pant legs and the white snow on the floor.

Ben began stomping on the floor searching for the smugglers hole. He nearly cried when he heard the hollow sound of it echo back from the bottom of the ship. He leaned Riley against the wall while he opened the hatch. Assisting Riley he practically carried the slip of a man down the hole. He pushed him through a door and threw it shut once they were both through. He shoved Riley to the ground and jumped over him protectively seconds before the fire met the barrels.

Ian looked behind himself as he heard the large sound of the Charlotte finally ending her long life. He shook his head in disappointment and guilt knowing he was the death of two immeasurably talented men. Both young enough to want a proper life. Yet these feelings were nothing compared to the thrill he felt as they rode away the pipe laying in his hand under careful supervision.

Ben's ears were ringing and he found himself to have been knocked away from where he had originally been laying. After a few moments he remembered Riley.

"Riley?...Riley!"

He was met by silence. In a panicked fervor Ben began digging through the shattered remains of a once great ship. Finally he found Riley. The sight immediately brought a frown to his face. Riley was pale and a his head had been hit rather hard during the explosion. Blood was trickling down from his head. His leg was another matter. It seemed that a vein or something had been hit since Riley was bleeding badly. Ben knew enough first aid to keep Riley alive during their long walk to the nearest place of habitation. Ben took some of the remains of The Charlotte and lashed them together making a makeshift sled thing that he put the now conscious Riley.

"Ben?" Riley said weakly as he watched Ben build the pathetic contraption.

"Yes Riley?" Ben said back clearly annoyed at being interrupted. They needed to get out of there as quickly as possibly.

"You know when I was being shot and you dropped the flare and all that?"

"Yes"

"What did the pipe say?"

Ben had expected something worse but talking about history would be relaxing so he went into a full depth detailed account of the type of pipe it was and then the possible time periods and where it was made and how and why. He was still talking when he loaded Riley onto the makeshift sled and was still talking after the first 3 miles. He talked about everything he knew that had anything to do with the time period that the pipe came from. Eventually they arrived and they were whisked into a plane so Riley could receive better care and finally Ben couldn't say a single thing more about it.

"Ben"

"Yeah Riley?"

"You talk a lot"

And that was all they ever said about it.

This is just one of many one shots where many awful things could have happened that didn't, Prepare for whumpage to come... and possibly other things.