Certainly Amy

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Ian had always had a certain infatuation with Amy. She did things so…strange. It quite contrasted his groomed way of thinking. So, as he was pacing the kitchen, he had to sort through his feelings. What was going on? Just because something was fascinating, didn't make it worth one's time or effort. It didn't mean he should pay attention. But as he saw her reddish hair bouncing in the corner of his eye, he wondered what she did about her infatuations. Well, that certainly wasn't a good person for comparison; Amy was probably interested in the worms digging through the soil. Quite ridiculous.

Ian ducked behind the counter. He was not going to talk to her. Everything he had so perfectly crafted—his reputation, hair, looks, and effortless flirting—would surely come crumbling down if she found him like this. Again, it was quite strange. He had always been one to smoothly glaze over any situation of challenge given, that's what made him Kabra. But it had never been this much confusion. He could carry out missions. He could deliver poison. He was merciless, ruthless in his duties. But, a, a girl? He quickly dismissed this thought. Surely his only confusion was his world crashing down on him from learning the truth about his mother (he had, however, always known about his mothers…dealings, but he was looking at it in a new way). Yes, he decided, that was entirely the reason. No use fooling himself around with thoughts of any person coming above the importance of himself. He frowned. Or was that just the Kabra in him talking? He had tried so hard to improve, but did anyone truly understand going against every thing you thought, every bit of information and habits drilled into your very soul. Oh no, he was becoming sentimental. He mentally slapped himself. Stop that!

Ian had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even realize Amy had walked over. She would see him any second. He ducked lower. He had to go out fast. It was a good thing he had taken that training session in Budapest or else—

"Ian?" Amy asked. She tilted her head to the side like she did every time she found something curious, which, of course, was always. But why was he noticing habits, surely—

She had extended her hand to help bring him to his feet. That's right, he was simply crouching and hiding from his feelings—no, he was actually sitting on the floor. He had become a floor dweller. What would Natalie have to say about that? She'd throw a hissy fit and Daniel was sure to tease him mercilessly. Add that onto the fact that he was probably hiding out in the corner filming the whole thing. Darn it Ian your losing your touch!

He hadn't realized he had actually taken her hand. Amy gave him a lopsided grin. Certainly Amy. Ian wondered if that's where Daniel had received it from. What an odd thought. Amy certainly couldn't be anything like that urchin.

Ian was standing on his feet. He hadn't let go of Amy's hand yet (he too found that strange. He definitely didn't remember it being that small in events past) and the girl didn't hesitate in blushing.

Determined to not present himself as a fool and assert his dominance as a person, Ian brushed off his pants. "Very well then. I certainly must be on my way. I do believe you dropped this." He placed a brown button on her palm and finished by closing her fingers down on it. "I advise in the future that you do not loose your things. I would not like to make another floor dive." He shuddered and left. Amy hadn't even realized that the button wasn't her's and that she was not in any way associated with it. Ian smirked. He still had it.


The next day, Ian sat at the sorry excuse of a dining table, reading and sipping some hot milk. Honestly, it wouldn't kill these people to get some decent tea or proper wood. He'd have to bring it up with Amy later. She would have to step it up if she was hosting guests. Although, one couldn't expect much when the infamous Daniel Cahill lived at the residence. If Amy would only agree to let him into his and Natalie's hands, they would make the boy a proper gentleman. Lucians played dirty but there was no excuse for lack of manners. Ian wrinkled his nose distastefully.

Amy slid onto the bench next to him. He ignored her for the first bit, he was reading after all, and, having found a good stopping point, set it down and turned to address her.

"T-thanks f-f-for yesterday," she stuttered.

He waved a dismissive hand. "Oh honestly, Amy love, that was child's play. Now onto more important matters. If you people had any decency of respect for housing visitors than I must inform you that the service around here must have a step taken up. The beverage quality is quite frightful and would it kill you to disinfect this," he poked the sticky, stained table, "residue before it causes any potentially harming damage?" He crossed his arms.

Amy opened her mouth and then closed it. Certainly an Amy thing to do. She reminded him of a fish.

She, having also brought a book, slammed (Although, Amy was so gentle she could never really slam anything) it down on the the bar and shot up walking away. She seemed mad, he wondered why.


Ian was amused as he watched her through the window. He had made sure that she, or anyone else, couldn't see him. It would be a disaster to have anyone find him gazing (for staring was not something he did) at the humorous sight before him. Amy was hunched over, playing in the dirt. Ian smiled. Certainly Amy. She was muttering angrily and her cheeks with flushed. And one couldn't ignore the angry weeds she flung about.

Ian couldn't fathom why she would do it herself. He could appreciate flowers to some degree. A house without flowers was a step above a shack, but why wasn't there a gardener doing all of this sweaty work for her?

Amy let out a huff that was louder than her previous ones, and ripped of her gloves that were such hideous colors Ian wasn't sure why she dare wear them, or gloves of that type at all for that matter.

She was kneeling but her bottom rested fully on her knees. She plucked a warm yellow flower that Ian didn't recognize (which meant it wasn't an important ingredient in anything important, say poison or something) and removed its leaves. She glanced around to make sure no one was watching before she threaded it through her hair and start softly singing herself a song.

The process was slightly mesmerizing and Ian was surprised at her grace. This, the girl who's stumbled about and stuttered, was smooth with her actions. Who knew?

Ian smirked. He had a wonderful idea. He always delighted in teasing Amy, something about the way her cheeks would light up with red and she'd get all flustered, satisfied him.

He sneaked away from his hiding spot and transferred to leaning against a pillar. "Well done, love. You are quite the Janus."

Amy froze like a deer in headlights. "W-w-wh—"

"Am I doing here? Well," he reached forward and brushed back a stray piece of hair that had fallen in her face, "I heard a lovely sound and I had to find the source. Of course, it was a bonus seeing as it was you."

Checkmate. The blush had reached her neck and the tips of her ears. Certainly Amy.

"D-d-don't b-be sarc-c-astic. Or c-call me l-love." She pressed her lips into a line and crossed her arms. She seemed to be quite fond of that activity.

Ian was ready to say a farewell but he thought he'd, as Jonah said, "jazz it up". He stood up waiting for her to do likewise. When she did, he took her hand and bowed, placing a kiss onto it. "Lovely."

She smacked his hand away.


Ian was quite fond of their routine now. They'd bump into each other—well, Amy would mostly stumble across him—and then Ian would say some cheesy line that Natalie would have mocked at if she had been there (Ian made sure that never happened) and she'd turn tomato red, finally leaving one of them to walk off.

It seemed as this particular day Amy was determined to avoid him at all costs. He couldn't see why. He was sure she loved their interactions, he did himself, so why would she go? He almost considered asking Natalie but nocked the sense into himself before he could do anything drastic.

He walked into the kitchen. He was becoming fond of the kitchen as well. Most of the greeting went down here and it was how it all started. He had glimpsed someone at the table and found himself disappointed when it was Natalie.

She set her magazine down. "Oh don't look so displeased. Just because your girlfriend isn't here—"

"I am not displeased and she is not my girlfriend." As far as Ian was concerned, he was convinced that his face had remained perfectly impassive.

Natalie laughed. "Brother dear, you are quite dense. You have your I'm-thinking-about-Amy glazed look in your eye. And," she punctuated the word with a lift of her finger, "You are obviously looking for something." She grinned. "Or someone. Honestly it's getting tiresome watching you. Your like a love sick puppy, tailing her around everywhere. And don't think I haven't seen those 'talks'. When are you going to admit it and ask her out?"

Ian smirked. "Well what is it your diary said? Hmmm? Oh how about 'Daniel isn't actually quiet bad. He has such nice eyes and can be so charming when he—'"

Natalie had her dart gun in position. "I'll make you a little proposition. If I keep quiet about Amy, you keep quiet about Daniel."

Ian thought she was being ridiculous. This whole thing was ludicrous! How could Natalie just assume a thing like that? He did not like Amy Cahill, he was not a lovesick puppy, and his eyes did not "glaze", and he had just the way to prove it. "Counteroffer: I ask Amy out and you have to hold Daniel's hand."

"Deal."

Ian smirked. He never lost.


Ian had her cornered. It had been all too easy. "Amy," he said. She stiffened. She turned around with a rolling pin poised in her hands. She looked like she wasn't afraid to use it. Ian hoped she didn't, it would be unfortunate if his spotless shirt was to get mucked.

Ian scoffed. "And what is that to do? Where you…baking? Love, you know how that went last time." Flour. Everywhere. Dan and sugar. Jam. On. Every. Wall.

Amy pursed her lips. It was a cute gesture, certainly Amy. Her nose started to flair. Her eyes went big. Oh this was going to be messy, Ian couldn't handle girl's fits. Natalie was enough proof for that. He was especially surprised when a tear rolled down her soft cheek. She was…crying?

In a whispery voice she said, "Just go away. Stop tormenting me."

Ian was surprised. She didn't really think of their banters this way, right? "Oh no, Amy. I…" and then he did something that surprised even him, he stepped forward gave her a hug. She stiffened again before melting. The tears came more steadily now and Ian awkwardly patted her back. He hadn't been trained on comforting. Not one bit. "It's ok, love. I'm sorry I hurt you. I won't do it again."

Ian's shirt was getting wet. So much for keeping it clean…or keeping it. But, he realized he didn't really mind. Oh heavens no. Natalie was right. He cringed at himself. What on earth was he doing? Why this was such blasphemy—!

"Thanks," she said. He winced, just tiny bit. Amy felt it though. "Maybe…maybe you're not so bad after all."

Certainly Amy.


Ian was dragging someone. Now that he thought about it, that was so revolting that he almost let go. Almost. But Ian knew that if he did that he'd look like a fool who had done something rather stupid. Ian was no fool.

"Ian slow down!" Amy said. She lightly tapped his knuckles and he loosened his grip on her wrist. "What are you up to?"

He flashed her a smirk. "Curious are we now?" He raised a single eyebrow. Amy blushed and didn't say anything else. Ian was triumphant.

Ian led her to a rest by the side of a tree. He had come here earlier and sanitized the entire place while removing every rock, pine cone, and twig that stood in his way. Anything a real gentleman would do. Even if that meant doing grueling work.

He sat her down on the blanket—only the finest—and she looked around, her wide jade eyes drinking in the surroundings. Ian tiptoed over to her shoulder and whispered in her ear. "Enjoying ourselves aren't we?" She jumped and out a hand on her heart.

"Don't s-scare me!" Certainly Amy.

"Terribly sorry." He smirked, showing that he was most definitely not. She grumbled.

Ian pulled out a basket and began laying food beside her. She went to help but Ian fended her off with a, "What are you doing? You're supposed to sit here and wait." Amy looked at him with a confused expression. She almost seemed not sure whether to be touched or offended at the same time. But then again, Ian had that affect on people.

Once it was all ready, he let Amy pick what she wanted first. She began sampling from different spots all along the blanket and she looked content.

"You have fine taste, love."

"Don't call me that." No stutter. He'd have to fix that.

Since Ian had prepared her dinner, it grew dark fast. The cold air started nipping at Ian and he saw Amy was cold. She gave off a small shiver and Ian slid of his coat and placed it around her shoulders. She blushed and stuttered a thanks. Certainly Amy.

"It's amazing how you look stunning in everything you wear," Ian said. "Even if my coat is far too large and makes you look about twenty pounds heavier."

Ian almost didn't catch it but he did hear a faint "even if". He slid his arm around her shoulders. She pursed her lips again. Ian prepped himself. Crying was just so…uncomfortable. He would have never shown so much emotion. That was for the television with its bad sitcoms and brain rotting elements. He couldn't understand why Amy would ever do such a thing. But, to his relief, she just seemed mad. Crisis averted.


Natalie walked over to the back of Ian's head and whacked it with a book. "Hey!" He rubbed the spot. "What was that for?"

"You are such an idiot! Do you even know how to talk to a girl without insulting her?" Ian was confused. What had he done? He was getting that a lot lately. Some people were just helplessly impossible. "I think Hamilton could do a better job at wooing Amy!"

"I was not 'wooing' anyone. Natalie my offer was completely to make you finally get a move on Daniel. Which, you haven't even done yet! My part of the bargain is finished. I'm sure Amy and a wonderful time and all that."

Natalie wasn't fazed by his remark. "You can't act indifferent you know. It won't work. I know, Ian. You can't keep hiding it from yourself."

Ian rolled his eyes. "Please. Now, I have important work to do."

He left an annoyed Natalie. She did, however, get in one more sentence. "I give up!" Out of the corner of his eye he saw her throw her hands up in the air, exasperated, and shake her head in disappointment.

Ian continued up the stairs, intent on going to his bedroom. It so happened as her passed the hall, the one by the library, he saw a door cracked open and a flash of red (a trick of the lighting as it was a red-brown) through it. He paused and peeked in. There she was curled up on a couch reading something Ian would find horrendous. Certainly Amy. It was time for a little scare.

He continued down the hall and slipped through one of the alternate doors into the library. He weaved through towering bookshelf's before he was behind her.

"Boo."

Amy yelped, turning around quickly and socked him in the face. She looked surprised. "Oh I-I-Ian! S-Sorry! Ice! C-Come on!" He has one hand cradling his right eye while he followed a stuttering Amy who was blubbering apologies.

Ian would stop her but he didn't feel like it. She was cute when she rambled. Rambling with a stutter, who would have thought such a deed possible? Ian hadn't thought a lot of things were possible. Then he had met Amy Cahill: irenic master.

The two had come into the kitchen with Amy searching for an ice pack and Ian leaning against the fridge. Amy opened the freezer side of the appliance. This particular refrigerator had the freezer on the left side with a water dispenser while the fridge was on the right. Amy poked around and when she couldn't find a normal ice pack, she grabbed a plastic bag and reached for the ice. The ice was at the top and Amy couldn't quite reach, as you had to stick your hand in a box to grab it. Ian placed a hand on her shoulder. "Let me." He reached up and scooped chunks of ice into the ziplock. After getting a towel, wrapping it around the bag, and finally adorning it on his face, Ian was good to go. And Amy, of course, was sorry. And she wouldn't let him forget it.

It was about time he shut her up. "Amy, would you be so kind as to stop talking. You're hurting my eardrums. Now, would you like to go out with me? I'll take you anywhere you like."

Amy reluctantly agreed, much to Ian's satisfaction and slight disappointment that it wasn't as enthusiastic as he had hoped.


Amy had told him to wait at the library door in casual clothes. So he stood in his neat polo shirt and pressed slacks. He checked his watch again. Where was she?

Amy came wheeling around the corner a book clenched in her hand. "S-s-Sorry! I d-don't m-m-mean to b-be late!"

"Oh that's alright. Where is it then? You must have something marvelous planned." Cue the blush, like always.

Amy pushes open the library doors and ushered him inside. She turned to look up at him. She purposely made her eyes incredibly large. "I really n-need help."

He looked down and smiled an actual genuine smile. "Of course. Anything for you, love."

Amy smiled and brought him to the shelves. She began combing through books and she pulled out many and stacked them on the floor. By many, Ian meant at least thirty. "I j-just really wanted these on my shelf b-but I can't carry them all b-by myself."

Ian picked up a large stack. Amy opened her book and began reading as she walked with Ian back to her room. They made several trips and Amy didn't lift a finger. Well played Cahill. He had been played. He had been charmed. What had happened?

Certainly Amy. And he didn't mind at all.

*Hi welcome to my cringe. First 39 clues fanfic! (Not including "reading the maze of bones"). I've written some fanfiction before but not in this fandom so I haven't really gotten the characters down yet so bare with me! If you're like me then you like Amian. And you also like fluff. And you're also disappointed that there isn't more Amian fluff, and you have already read every single bit you can find. Me too buddy. Me too. So here we are. Hope that wasn't to cliché.

Anywho Ian is such a butt sometimes and I wanted him trying to impress her and then failing because his ego is the size of Mars and is as dense as a bag of rocks. Sooooo [insert awkward part where i ask for reviews] let me know what you thought about it. Did you like it? hate it? whatever it is i'd love to know. Alright peace out, corn dogs.*