Title: Due to Betrayal

Characters/Pairing: Natalie Kabra, Ian Kabra, with mentions of Amy Cahill

Summary: "Of everybody in the Clue hunt, he had to fall in love with Little Miss Colorblind, Amy Cahill. Am I the only one who can see the light?"

Warning/Spoilers: Spoilers for Rapid Fire Four: Crushed.

Genre: Humor/Family

Word Count: 350

Rating: K

Dedication: To everyone - Happy New Year!

My brother is an idiot.

Yes, I know, this has been established more times than the average peasant can count, but I think I am just now starting to realize how true it actually is.

"Amy... Amy. Amy, I have to – I have to tell you... Amy Cahill, I find you interesting."

How very suave.

Oh, no, don't leave yet! It does get better:

"I know it's completely ridiculous, but I can't keep quiet about it any longer. Your closet looks like it was put together by a blind nun, and your brother acts like a cross between a monkey and a go-kart, and you have the social skills of a rock. But I like you, Amy. Quite – quite a bit... So, congratulations."

See what I mean?

Yes, I, the fabulous Natalie Kabra, am in fact related to such a git. At this point, he's rivaling even Hamilton Dolt's below-average IQ. How degrading.

Am I the only one who can see the light? The fact that this is stupid and beneath us; part of the riffraff? What right does my idiot of a brother have to be drooling over the worst person in the entire Clue hunt? What about Sinead Starling? At least she's rich and smart and mildly pretty, even if she'll never be as beautiful as me.

But no. Of everybody in the Clue hunt, he had to fall in love with Little Miss Colorblind, Amy Cahill. The nerve! How dare he bear the Kabra name, even as he stares at his reflection in the mirror, having the very audacity to rehearse the lines of proclaiming his love for an orphan peasant? If Mummy and Daddy hadn't already disowned us, I would insist that they do so to him at this point.

But… of course, he is all I have now.

… Ugh. Looks like I better help the poor boy.

"Really? Really, Ian?"

"What?"

"You really think she's going to fall for that? You might as well not go."

Or not.

After all, I'm a little sister, not a miracle worker.