Description: Lexy Poole's parents are on an extended vacation, so she's staying with her brother, right in the middle of the hunt for the Templar Treasure! Will she drive them all over the edge, or will she prove to be a valuable help in finding the lost riches???
AN: No, this is NOT a self insert, but it IS another OC fic... I always wondered, Riley annoys everyone, but what if someone was around to annoy him? Enjoy!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Riley, or anyone else. Especially Riley. If I did, he would be a very, VERY stressed out person...
"I was thinking about Hanson and Perry, crossing this kind of terrain with nothing more than dog sleds and on foot. Can you imagine?" Ben seemed overawed by just that simple accomplishment.
"It's extraordinary." Ian answered him, peering out the window.
"Mmm hmm," I said, not really paying attention. Instead I was imagining a huge cup of hot chocolate. But what else would a fourteen year old girl think about in the middle of the Arctic circle? My brother's computer started beeping. It sounded so completely like an alarm clock that I suppressed the urge to ask where the snooze button was.
"Are we getting closer?" questioned Ian eagerly.
"Assuming Ben's theory is correct and my tracking model's accurate, we should be getting very close. But don't go by me. I broke a shoelace this morning." Ben and Ian turned around and stared.
"It's a bad omen," I explained.
Ian chuckled. "Should we turn around and go home?" he said.
"Or we could just pull over and throw him out here," suggested Ben grinning. Ian, Ben and I laughed. Riley just shot me a glare from the seat next to me.
"I didn't have to bring you along," he reminded me.
"Uh, yeah you did." I argued. Mom and Dad were on an extended vacation, so for the next month or so, I would be living with, yep, you guessed it, my big brother Riley. Riley opened his mouth and the computer started beeping again, more loudly than before. "Geeze Riley, watch your language," I joked.
"So are we here?" asked Ian, breaking up the argument while Ben stifled his laughter at the dumbfounded look on Riley's face.
"Yeah, this is it." I started opening my door. "Ladies first!" shouted Riley, and he pushed me out of the vehicle and headfirst into a snowdrift.
"I'm gonna get you for that!" I screamed, and we started chucking snowballs at each other.
"Guys!" said Ben irritably, "Break. It. Up!"
Riley and I stood together, looking around. "I don't see any ship," I muttered. One of the guys from the other snowmobile agreed.
"This is a waste of time. How would a ship wind up way out here?"
"Yeah, Ri," I watched as Riley flinched at the nickname only I used for him, "tell us."
"Well, I'm no expert, but it could be that the hydrothermal properties of this region produced hurricane force ice storms that caused the ocean to freeze, then melt, then refreeze, resulting in a semi-solid migrating land mass that would land a ship right around here," he turned and walked off.
"Any idea what he just said?" I asked the guy.
"Not a clue."
"Good, me neither." I walked over to where Ben was. I heard a clang as his pickaxe struck metal. While Ben leaned over the metal plaque and tried to clean it off with some water, I decided to alert the others.
"Hey, guys," I called. Everyone turned and looked at me. I smiled. "I think we found something."