Hey guys here's another National Treasure fanfic. This will be a filler for the National Treasure fanfic I'm working on called The Dutchman's Lost Treasure. That will be a third installment to my other National Treasure fanfics Search for the Treasure and Search for the City of Gold. I would love a Beta Reader for that story. If anyone would like to be a beta reader for me please send me a PM.

This story is in no way related to my other National Treasure Fanfics. It's a Ben/OC and a Riley/OC fanfic. There will be lots of different twists to this story seeing as how Abigail will only be in a short portion of the story. Enjoy. :)


It was late in the afternoon and it was storming. Two young children were sitting in the living room. One of the kids was a 10 year old boy. He had short brown hair and blue eyes. His name was Benjamin Franklin Gates. The other kid was his best friend. She was 10 years old as well and had shoulder length blonde hair and bangs that came just above her eyes and she had brown eyes. Her name was Katelyn Skies or Katie as she liked to be called.

They were both in Ben's house and his father had sent them into the living room a while ago because Ben's grandfather had stopped by to see him. And after a while, his dad and grandfather had gotten into a fight. A big one I might add. They were arguing about a treasure that was connected to the Gate's family. Ben's grandfather believed in the treasure and his father thought that it was foolish for him to keep believing in something like that.

Katie turned towards Ben and saw that he had a worried look on his face as he stared at the archway leading out of the living room. Even though his dad and grandfather were in the next room, they could still hear them almost perfectly because of the shouting that was going on. She felt bad for Ben. The fight that had started between his dad and grandfather had been because he had wanted to learn about the Knight's Templar and she didn't really see anything wrong with that. It was a legend connected to his family. Who wouldn't want to hear about something that exciting. She knew Ben believed every word and she did to. It was such a fascinating story.

(Earlier that afternoon)

"Grandpa," Ben said excitedly as he rushed over to him when he entered the living room and gave him a hug.

"Hello Ben," John Adams Gates said with a smile on his face as he returned the hug. After they parted he noticed Katie. "And who is this? I don't believe I've met her before."

Ben turned around and beckoned her towards him. Katie nodded and she moved forward to stand next to Ben.

"This is Katie," Ben said as he nodded in her direction. "She's my best friend. Katie this is my grandpa, John Adams Gates."

"It's nice to meet you," John Gates said with a smile on his face as he held a hand out to her.

"It's nice to finally meet you to Mr. Gates," Katie said shaking his hand. "Ben's always talking about you."

"Guess what grandpa," Ben said. "Katie loves history to. We have the highest marks in our history class at school."

"Is that right," John Gates said with an impressive look on his face as he turned to the young girl standing beside Ben. "Well, it's always a pleasure to meet someone who loves history."

"Can you tell us about the Knights Templar grandpa," Ben practically begged. "I told her about the treasure that's connected to our family and she actually believes us. Plus I want to hear the whole story to. All I know is that there's a treasure. Please?"

"Well, I guess you're old enough," John Gates said with a smile on his face. "Plus, it's always nice to find someone who believes us," he added as he sat down in an armchair and the kids sat down on the floor in front of him. "Okay, here we go. It was 1832, on a night much like this. Charles Carroll was last surviving signer of the Declaration of Independence. He was also a member of a secret society known as the Masons. And he knew he was dying. He woke up his stable boy in the middle of the night and ordered him to take him to the White House to see Andrew Jackson because it was urgent that he speak to the president."

"Did he get to talk to him Mr. Gates," Katie asked.

"No," John Gates said. "He never got the chance. The president wasn't there that night. But Charles Carroll had a secret, so he took into his confidence the only person he could, my grandfather's grandfather, Thomas Gates."

"What was his secret," Ben asked.

"A treasure," John Gates said. "A treasure beyond all imagining. A treasure that had been fought over for centuries by tyrants, pharaohs, emperors, warlords."

"Whoa," Ben and Katie whispered listening to his every word.

"Every time it changed hands it grew larger," John Gates continued. "And then suddenly it vanished. It didn't reappear for more than a thousand years when knights from the first crusade discovered secret vaults beneath the temple of Solomon. You see the knights who found the vaults believed that the treasure was too great for any one man, not even the king. They brought the treasure back to Europe and took the name the Knights Templar. Over the next century they smuggled it out of Europe and formed a new brotherhood called the Free Masons in honor of the builders of the great Temple. War followed. By the time of the American Revolution the treasure had been hidden again. By then, the Masons included George Washington, Benjamin Franklin, Paul Revere. They knew they had to make sure the treasure would never fall into the hands of the British. So they devised a series of clues and maps to its location. Over time the clues were lost or forgotten until only one remained. That was the secret that Charles Carroll entrusted to young Thomas Gates. The secret lies with Charlotte."

"Who's Charlotte," Katie asked.

"Oh not even Mr. Carroll knew that," John Gates said. "Now look here you two," he added as he took out a dollar bill from his wallet and showed them the back of it. "The free masons among our founding fathers left us clues like these. The unfinished pyramid, the all seeing eye, symbols of the Knights Templar. Guardians of the treasure. They're speaking to us through these..."

"You mean laughing at us," Ben's dad said as he entered the room. Ben and Katie looked up at him and saw that he had an angry expression on his face. "You know what that dollar represents? The entire Gates' family fortune. Six generations of fools chasing after fool's gold."

"It's not about the money Patrick," John Gates said as he turned to his son. "It's never been about the money."

"I'd like to have a word with you in private dad," Patrick said. "Kids, stay here."

Ben's grandpa got to his feet and followed his dad out of the living room and that's when the argument started.

(End of Flashback)

Just then the shouting stopped and the two older men walked into the living room. His father had an angry look on his face while his grandfather had a sad look on his.

"I'll give you a few moments to say your goodbyes," Patrick Gates told his father before leaving the living room.

"Is everything okay grandpa," Ben asked as he jumped off of the couch and rushed over to him while Katie remained seated.

"Yes, everything will be fine Ben," John Gates assured his grandson.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to cause a fight between you and dad," Ben apologized as he lowered his head. "I just really wanted to know about the treasure."

"You have no reason to apologize Ben," John Gates said. "You wanted to learn of the legend that has been passed down from one Gates to the next and there is nothing wrong with that."

"Times almost up," Patrick said as he poked his head into the living room. "Hurry it up. It's getting late and I have to get Katie home," he then left the living room.

"I'll see you later Ben," John Gates said with a smile on his face as he placed a hand on his grandson's shoulder.

"Wait, before you go, I have one question," Ben said.

"What's that," John Gates asked.

"Are we Knights," Ben asked.

"You want to be," John Gates asked him with a slight chuckle. Ben nodded and his grandfather walked over to a chair and took the blanket that was hanging on the back of it. "Alright, um, kneel," he said and Ben got into a kneeling position. His grandfather then threw the blanket around his shoulders. He then looked down at his grandson. "Benjamin Franklin Gates, you take upon yourself the duty of the Templars, free masons, and the family Gates. Do you so swear?"

"I so swear," Ben said with a nod of his head.

I'll have Chapter One up either tonight or tomorrow. :)