Author's Note: A drabble written by LucianGurl39, but edited by me. This girl has been busy, right? LOL, enjoy!

Disclaimer: LucianGurl39 does not own the 39 Clues.

Oh, Isabel

Two figures cloaked in darkness were speaking in hushed tones in a damp, old alley.

"We both lost the clues; I guess we can now execute the plan," said the male.

"True, but I must wonder if you lost on purpose, choosing pleasure over power?" asked the other.

"Oh, Isabel," the first said gently rubbing the others cheek with his thumb, "We said that if we both lost we would disappear together. Well, we've lost and everything's set."

"I just don't know Alistair!" Isabel whispered, close to tears.

He somehow managed to bring out the sweet side of her; Isabel didn't even know it existed until then.

"Well," Alistair said thinking. "I guess you do have a choice. You can either come with me and be happy..." he trailed off.

"Or?" she asked, grasping the hand that was stroking her face.

"Or stay and throw away everything we have together," he finished.

Isabel sighed.

"I guess you're right."

"I'm glad we met all those years ago," Alistair said, a small smile on his lips.

"You make it sound like it was twenty, not five. And we already knew each other," Isabel reminded him.

"We knew each other, yes, but we didn't know each other. I didn't know I could love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

With that, Isabel Kabra and Alistair Oh disappeared together, both happy and joyful.

They never tried to kill anyone ever again.

Okay, maybe Isabel tried once.

Or twice.

Or nine times, but who's counting?

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