A/N: Sup? Here's the epilogue you've all been waiting for! Anyways, I'm excited. I got 152 reviews! Love you all soooo much! I'm excited for another reason, too! MY FIRST STORY IS FINISHED :D:D:D:D:D:D! Okay, so responses to reviews:
Sri: Don't worry, I do that too. I also have guest identities to review stories with a set number of needed reviews for an update. *glances at 39 clues lover apologetically for my hypocritical ways*
demigod39cluesfan: Don't worry, I will. The reason I wrote this one is because almost every Natan story out there is a one-shot or on the hiatus/discontinued. I'm spreading the joy of multi-chap Natans to the archive!
Epic Books: Holy crap! Really? Seriously? You sound WAY older! OMG. *smirks as I eat your honey bun* I think I just did... Oh, and I probably will make a sequel. If I get enough reviews. I have to hang something over everyone's heads to get reviews!
39 clues lover: Yes, if I get enough reviews I'll make a sequel EVENTUALLY. I'll probably make a one-shot of Amy and Ian's night at the dance too. But I'll probably write other things next. Or not. I don't know! OOOH! I WANNA PLAY DUNK DEAGAN FRIEND IN A BUNCH OF SNOTTY TISSUES OF NATAN FANGIRLS WHEN *DoD spoiler* NATALIE DIES IN *GROWLS* DAY OF DOOM *spoiler over*
Your Fan: Whoa! You're back! Yay! Yeah, I know, but I reread Chapter 16 and thought, "Ian and Natalie are way too screwed." Then I was like, "Oh well, might as well just put this since they've all read Chapter 16 already." Really? One of the best EVER? *cries* Thank you so much! I love your reviews btw!
Deagan Friend: Sorry she dumped you in snot rags. I had nothing to do with that *coughs innocently as I rush to change my response to 39 clues lover's review*
EmcHammer: No, definitely not. I will keep writing, I promise you.
WinnerOfTheHunt01: Oh my God are you like psychic or something? *checks computer for signs of hacking* That's like freakishly similar to my idea for a sequel. Seriously... you're freaking me out...
AmianNatan4ever: *screams as you tackle me* Oof.. there goes my spleen. Oh well, I forgive you because you love my story!
SunnyCanary: I LOVE PALINDROMES! RACECAR! POOP! I PREFER PI!
KatnissCahill: I know, I literally cried as I posted Chapter 17 and this epilogue. Which happened to be while I was in the living room with my brother and oldest little sister watching TV. My sister hugged me while my brother asked Siri where the nearest asylum was.
Tris: My mom was mad at me for "Keeping my head in the electronic devices and not communicating with real people." *pokes you in shoulder pointedly* Tris is real!
PrettiestPerson1 and Guest: Glad y'all solved your mini-feud. I was about to put y'all in the corner to think about what you've done. Jk, but I'm glad it's over. Also, sorry for the y'alls, but it's in the dictionary, and I'm Southern, so it's a word to me.
Whatcha doin: Well, I typically don't answer EVERY review I get. I try to answer as many as possible with randomness, faithful reviewers, questions, etc. When I have a lot of reviews what I usually do is type responses on my computer while looking at reviews on my iPad.
panko17O_O: I know, it sucks. I actually am going to make that one-shot, as I mentioned earlier in this A/N.
Now for the fanfictional party for *drum roll* Insert name here! *you get showered with balloons and confetti and all that fun stuff* Congrats on being #150!
Okay, this chapter is dedicated to several people. KatnissCahill: First review and follow. bookoholic7: First favorite. Epic Books, Tris, AmianNatan4ever, and Your Fan: Reviewed almost every single chapter without fail. And finally, panko17O_o: She was converted to Natan by this story. May the fandom live on!
Disclaimer: *cries* My last disclaimer... Seriously people. Do I look like the genius who owns the 39 clues to you? If I were going to be sued I would've by now. Oh Blue's Clues, Family Guy, and Grand Theft Auto aren't mine. Whack-Jobs Caught on Tape is, and I would totally watch that show.
Isabel POV
Isabel was still hobbling down the streets of London, fist tightly clenched around the 39 clues. She couldn't read them now, though, not until it was safe and her enemies weren't watching her.
She hadn't changed out of her dress. Why would she? She did look fabulous, after all. So gorgeous that people were staring at her as she passed by. No doubt out of awe, admiration, and jealousy.
"Um, excuse me, ma'am?" Isabel heard behind her. She whipped around to face a hideous peasant girl with dark hair and freckles. "Are you feeling alright? My name is Sam and I could call your family or something..." this girl, Sam, had her dark green eyes wide with concern.
Green eyes... dark hair... the children! It was obviously this was Amy or Natalie dressed up to get the clues from Isabel. "NO! GET AWAY FROM MY CLUES!" Isabel screamed before running off.
She was unsure why her walk was so uneven; usually she ran like an Olympian in heels. She glanced down to check her feet, causing her to run into a pole. "Curses! I'll sue you for everything you own!" she screeched, kicking the pole.
Searing pain shot up her leg. Isabel glanced down, confused, and saw that she only hand one heel on her shoes. Disturbed by the imperfection in her appearance, Isabel turned to go to the mansion and change shoes quickly.
Briefly she glanced in a shop window, and was met with the face of a hideous madwoman. She glanced around to see if anyone was arriving for her. Strangely, the woman glanced around, too.
Isabel and the woman both brushed their hair over their shoulder. Then they narrowed their eyes at each other. "STOP COPYING ME!" Isabel and the woman screamed. They both tapped the glass hesitantly.
"I SAID STOP IT!" This woman was driving Isabel crazy, and insanity was not good for someone's reputation. Isabel decided to end her. She punched and kicked and cried and screamed until the woman broke like glass.
Strangely enough, there was no body, just glass. Several people had gathered over, obviously to watch a beautiful saint rid the world of that crazed woman. Isabel grinned and bowed, "Thank you, thank you. No really, you're too kind."
Several people had their phones out. Some people were taping them rapidly, while some appeared to be videotaping her.
Isabel smirked, "Would anyone like an autograph?" A small blond girl raised her hand before her mother picked her up and ran off. Clearly the mother did not want to be embarrassed to be so unworthy in Isabel's presence.
Isabel tried different poses so everyone could take pictures. Then several police cars drove up. About a dozen uniformed officers came out, guns ready.
"Well, finally!" Isabel exclaimed disdainfully. The officers looked confused. "As you can see, there's a crazed and hideous woman roaming the streets!" she yelled, making mad hand gestures to get her point across.
"Oh, is that so?" asked an officer. Isabel rolled her eyes and nodded, "I tried to take her out, but she seems to have escaped. She was after my clues!"
The officer and his partner looked at each other before taking deep, calming breaths. "Ma'am, I'm afraid there was no woman. You attacked a shop window after looking at your reflection," the officer informed her.
"LIAR!" Isabel screeched. "I'm Isabel Kabra! The most beautiful, perfect, and fabulous person on the planet. That woman was crazed and hideous!" she insisted, putting her hands on her hips with a victorious smile on her face.
The officer smirked, "If you're Isabel Kabra, then I'm Queen Elizabeth." Isabel rolled her eyes and curtseyed. The officer rolled his and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
"What?! No! I really am Isabel Kabra! I really do have a list of clues! Look on the paper!" she screamed, backing away from the officer and throwing the paper at him. The officer looked at her skeptically but opened the paper. Then he started laughing.
"What? What the hell is so funny?!" Isabel demanded. "Lady, this is a list of Grand Theft Auto cheats," he said before cuffing her and bringing her kicking and screaming into the police car.
Dan POV
We were back at the mansion Grace gave us in Attleboro. Yeah, I know I said Boston, but this is close enough. It was about 11:30 at night, and me and Natalie were on the couch watching my favorite show: Whack-Jobs Caught on Tape.
Right now it was during the commercial break, and Natalie and I were talking about random things during one of the billions of Geico commercials.
"Okay... um... if you had a daughter what would her name be?" Natalie asked. We were asking each other pointless questions. I thought for a moment. "Umm probably Rebecca," I answered.
She raised an eyebrow, "Why?" I grinned, "Because then I can call her Becks, and my nickname legacy can live on!" She rolled her eyes. "If I had a daughter her name would either be Maria or like Isabella or something," she said.
"Yeah, but Isabella sounds a lot like Isabel," I pointed out. She huffed, "Fine. Maria then I guess." I shrugged. Then I had an idea. "Okay, I'll make you a deal," I said. She raised her eyebrows questioningly.
"If someday we get married and have kids, if our daughter looks like me we'll name her Rebecca, but if she looks like you we'll name her Maria," I proposed. "What if she looks like both?" Natalie asked. "Hmm... rock, paper, scissors?" I asked. She pursed her lips and thought for a moment, then nodded, "Deal."
I pulled her in for a kiss, but right before our lips touched Amy and Ian burst in. Natalie groaned as I jumped up and yelled, "Every time!"
Amy looked from me, to Natalie, then back to me again. Then she proceeded to make the universal sign for disgusting (A/N: Pointing to your mouth and going "blech!").
"And next on Whack-Jobs Caught on Tape, we go to London to view who we call 'Blue's Clues Kabra'," said the show announcer. "Blue's Clues Kabra" caught our attention. I turned it up.
"If you're Isabel Kabra then I'm Queen Elizabeth," said some British cop. Then the screen flashed to none other than Isabel Kabra, who was curtseying to the officer. The officer rolled his eyes and pulled out some cuffs.
"What?! No! I really am Isabel Kabra! I really do have a list of clues! Look on the paper!" Then Isabel thrust the paper at the man. Ian, Amy, and I all perked up in alarm, but Natalie sat back and smirked.
"What?" I asked. "You'll see! Now shh!" She put a finger to my lips. I rolled my eyes and watched. The guy looked at the list, then burst out laughing. "What?! What the hell is so funny?!" she screeched.
"Lady, this is a list of Grand Theft Auto cheats," he said before cuffing her. "And that was 'Blue's Clue's Kabra', live on tape. If anyone knows the actual identity of this woman, please call the number on the screen. This concludes our episode of Whack-Jobs Caught on Tape."
I turned to Natalie, "You didn't." She grinned, "Oh but I did." Ian rolled his eyes, "I guess I'll be calling that number then." "You are officially pardoned of all offenses against me," I said, pulling her into my lap.
"Good. Because it would be awful if you hated me forever." Then she pulled my face closer and kissed me to the tune of the Family Guy theme song and Ian arguing with someone from Whack-Jobs Caught on Tape.
A/N: Wow. This is the first time I've every actually finished a story. Now, for a sequel, I need 174-176. Somewhere in that range. I'm going to miss this story, but I hope you all liked this epilogue. You didn't think I'd leave you hanging on what happened to Isabel, did you?
-SpontaneousSugarRush