*This story is just for fun! :3

DISCLAIMER: I love Journey to the Center of the Earth, but I do not own it. Or do I own anything associated with it. Kay? Let's get on with it then.

-I hate the "word for word" thing people tend to do when writing this fanfiction. In the "begining" it might seem a bit like I will be doing that... but I mean how many greetings can you have when opening the door?

Also, I am raising the ages a bit for this story to make everything seem more realistic. I'll let you know the ages within the story eventually, however I will not tell you now! Let the story begin.


Chapter One

The blonde woman sat at the table wrapped in her knitted robe. A steaming cup of tea was clutched tightly in her grasp and she closed her light blue eyes slowly to ease her tension. Loud speakers blasted from the room upstairs invading her eardrums. She did not understand how her life had come to this... Her baby girl used to be sweet, innocent, and love spending time with mommy. Over the years the young child turned into something arrogant, blunt, and obnoxiously loud. Like her father.

Taking a sip of the liquid she almost spilled the entire drink all over herself as a knock sounded from the front door. A frown graced her pale lips as she stood slowly. Who would be here at this time of night?

She tried to look through the little eyehole in the door however she could not make out any of the faces. All she knew was that there were two figures standing there, "Halló, hver er það?"

"I'm sorry! I don't speak Icelandic!" a voice called from behind the door.

Opening it carefully she peered out at two men, one older and the other significantly younger. Although, you could see that they had some sort of resemblance to them.

"How can I help you?"

There was a silence that followed as the older man looked quite surprised to see the golden haired beauty standing before him. His jaw slacked and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

"... Hello," he managed to choke out.

"I'm Hannah," the woman introduced as she held out her hand respectably.

The man grabbed her hand gently, "Oh hi, um, I'm Trev- Professor Anderson. I'm traveling from America... This is my nephew Sean-"

"- hey," the younger male interrupted as he waved with a hazy smile on his lips.

"I'm looking for Sigurbjorn Ásgeirsson..."

Hannah looked down sadly, "I am sorry. He is dead."

"Dead?" Sean questioned shocked as he shared a look with his uncle. They traveled all this way for the man to be dead? Really?

"Three winters ago..." Hannah bit her lip. She had loved her father to bits. It was a difficult subject to bring up and she hardly ever talked about it. The idea of explaining it to a stranger did not appeal to her in any way, shape, or form.

"Do you run the institute?"

She shook her head, "No. There is no institute."

The Professor pointed behind him, "But there was a sign out there that says that-"

"- It failed," she raised her eyebrows causing the man to realize what she meant by failed. Studying volcanic activity did have its consequences.

"Oh..." he sighed scratching the back of his head. "Did you work for him?"

"No, he was my father," Hannah informed slightly smiling. "Would you like to come in?"

"Yeah," Sean rubbed his arms realizing how cold it was outside at this time of year.

She opened the doorway more and the two male's entered the home, "How about some tea? Or hot chocolate?"

Sean grinned, "I will take some hot chocolate."

"Water is fine for me," the Professor sat at the table. Hannah started bustling around the kitchen readying why the two men situated themselves in the awkward situation.

"Here you go Professor Anderson," she set the glass of water down at the table in front of him.

"You can call me Trevor."

She smiled softly before returning to steaming the milk. The distant sound of the music coming from the stairs reminded her of the younger female in the house. She was half tempted to roll her eyes, but felt it would put her on the same level as her daughter so decided against it.

"So what brings you all out here at this time of night looking for a dead man?" Hannah questioned as she took a seat beside Trevor at the small round table.

Trevor started digging through a brown leather satchel. He pulled out the book Journey to the Center the Earth lying it on the table for her to see.

Nodding her head she touched the cover of the book and frowned knowing exactly what that book meant to her father, "Yes, I know it... What about it?"

"This book belonged to my brother Max, Max Anderson. In it there are some notes and one of them was your fathers name... We believe he may have been in contact with him about, I don't know, something important," he explained as he flipped through the pages of the book to show her where her fathers name was scribbled on the side.

"Your brother was a Vernian then?"

"Vernian?" Trevor looked at her questionably. "No... he was an explorer of sorts."

"What's a Vernian?" asked Sean as he took a sip of his hot chocolate.

"A Vernian is that who believes that the writings of Jules Verne were scientific fact," Hannah responded with a chuckle. She thought how much her father believed in the writings to be quite silly. "The guy was a science fiction writer. Yet, some people thought that his writings were real and set out to find 'the center of the earth,' my father was the biggest Vernian of them all. He based his life work on that book."

Trevor grimaced, "My brother was no Vernian."

Hannah grabbed the book and flipped through the pages. She eyed Trevor determinedly then walked over to the bookshelf that took up most of the wall in the living room. Glancing past the titles of the old books she stopped when she found her own fathers copy of Journey to the Center the Earth. Slipping it off the dusty shelf she plopped it down on the table beside Max Anderson's copy.

"This was my fathers," she flipped it open to a page to show some of the doodles he made on the side. She pushed it closer to Trevor. "Look through it."

He picked it up and started flipping through pages. He stopped on one and Hannah picked up Max's copy and turned it to the same page holding it up beside her fathers, "See. Your brother definitely was a Vernian. This is probably how he knew my father."

Sean leant back in his seat from where had been previously leaning over his uncle's shoulder, "My dad was kind of..." he scowled, "out there."

His uncle snapped his head towards the younger man, "Don't say that. You didn't know him like I did."

"I'm starting to think-" he took the book from Hannah's hands and stared down at the pages. "-that you didn't know him as well as you thought you did, either."

Hannah sighed, "What are you two doing here?"

"I'm a scientist," insisted Trevor with raised eyebrows. "And a professor. There is some seismic activity going on around here and we thought we should check it out."

She gave him a strange look as she motioned to Sean who was engrossed in his book, "With a kid?"

Trevor shrugged his shoulders unsure of how to answer her question. Okay, so it had not been his smartest move, but he didn't know how to take care of kids.

"There are no roads North of here. How do you intend on getting up there?"

Once again, Trevor looked defeated and without a response.

"I'm a mountain guide, how about I take you up there?" Sean's ears perked at this and he nodded his head feverishly.

The conversation was interrupted by footsteps coming down the stairs, "Mom, who are you talking to?"

All heads turned to see a petite brunette walk into the room clad in matching black pajama shorts and tank with a black silk robe untied over her shoulders. She stopped cautiously as she eyed the three in the kitchen sipping on their drinks while the books were resting in their laps.

"Hi?" the girl greeted looking in her mothers direction for a clue. "It's kind of late for company isn't it?"

Hannah waved her into the room, "This is my daughter Emmie. Dear, this is Trevor and Sean. They are here about some seismic activity coming from up in the mountains. They were looking for your grandfather."

She nodded her head, "Alright."

"It's nice to meet you!" Sean stood from his seat and held out his hand with a dreamy grin stretched along his lips. It was just his luck that he was surrounded by beautiful woman on his trip. Thank God I made Trevor take me on this 'adventure.' "My names Sean."

"Yeah," she shook his hand. She backed away from him and tied the robe around her waist. It did nothing to shield her legs from the cold as it ended mid thigh, but it was much chillier downstairs than up in her room. "So, you were saying something about mountain guiding?"

Her mother nodded, "As I was saying, I would be willing to take you up there if you would like?"

"That's a great idea," Trevor smiled widely.

Sean glanced at the girl before him then her mother, "I love idea."

Trevor shook his head and once again said, "That's a great idea."

Standing, Hannah picked up her father's book and brought it over to the shelf, "Then it will by five thousand."

"A day? Yeah that's reasonable," Trevor accepted, he thought about how much money he had in his bank account and knew he could cover up to fifteen grand.

"An hour," said Hannah in an offended tone.

Trevor looked at her like she had a plague, but Sean answered for his uncle, "Do you accept rolls of quarters?"

"I want to go too," inputted Emmie as she placed her hands on her hips.

Hannah eyed her daughter warily, "I am not sure if that is a good idea."

"What are you talking about mom?" she rolled her eyes. "Why else would you buy me hiking gear for my birthday if you didn't expect me to use it?"

"Then it's settled!" Sean slapped his hand together happily. "We hike up to the mountains tomorrow!"

Sighing, Hannah shot her daughter a worried glance. The teenager could be a handful. Not to mention, she did not show much of her mother or father's adventurous spirit. She probably just was so bored of being at the cabin that she had nothing else to do but go mountain climbing with her mom.

"We leave tomorrow at noon."


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