Amazing Agent Courtney
A/N:
I'm very happy. This is my first ever TDI fanfic, and I just had to do one about Duncan and Courtney. They're my fav couple and after reading so many good fanfics about them, I thought why not give it a shot.
This fic is based on the manga series Amazing Agent Luna and the intro for Team Dark from the videogame Sonic Heros (if you do not know what I'm talking about, either read the manga or buy the videogame)..
Disclaimer: Before the fic evens starts, I do not own Amazing Agent Luna, Sonic Heros… and I definitely do NOT own Total Drama Island… if I did, Courtney wouldn't have gotten off and Duncan would have won… capeesh?
Anyway, on with the story!! XO
First Chappie: The Boy From the Test Tube
Normal P.O.V.
Courtney crept along the rooftop. Her short, mocha hair blew in the gentle breeze. She found the rooftop window and silently opened it.
She looked down to see a highly technological lab. She jumped down, landing softly on her feet. Courtney made sure that her black bandana covering the lower half of her face. She gingerly stepped over to the main computer.
Courtney looked up to see a giant test tube. It was filled with a green liquid and there was a shape inside it. She looked closely to see what it was. She saw a… person. Courtney let out a gasp.
In the test tube was a human boy. He looked like he was about 16 years of age, how old she was, and his eyes were closed, as if he was asleep. He had black hair and a green Mohawk. Also, the only clothes he was wearing were a pair of worn-out jeans.
He is good-looking, Courtney thought as she gazed at his bare chest and the soft features of his face. She then shook her head.
Focus, Courtney, her mind told her, you're on a mission here. She nodded her head, as if agreeing with herself. She had been bought by the United States government when she was only two to be trained to be the U.S.'s ultimate weapon. She had been enhanced physically so that she could be a spy for the U.S.
And that was why she was here, in Canada: because another wack-job scientist was trying to create a weapon of mass destruction to attack the United States. (Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against the U.S. or Canada… it just fits well with the story.)
Courtney had never expected that this scientist would try to create a human. Throughout all of her training and missions she had never found an evil scientist who even tried to create a human being. But here she was, in the lab of Dr. McClean, facing a living, breathing (from what it looked like) human being.
Courtney began to look for a way to set the boy free. She finally found a red button inside a glass case with the words "to open test tube" written above it. She lifted up the glass case and pressed the red button. She looked up to the test tube. The green liquid drained out of the test tube. The test tube opened up.
Courtney walked up to the test tube. She looked at the boy, waiting for him to wake up. His eyes opened slightly.
"Wh-where am I?" he asked. His voice sounded soft and child-like.
Courtney opened her mouth to answer him, but he lost his balance trying to get out of the test tube and fell forward into her arms. He grabbed her bare arms for support. She blushed when she realized that she was only wearing a tank top and a mini skirt. (What? Spy agents for the government can look cute and sexy, can't they?)
The boy wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into a tight hug. Courtney, still blushing, knew that she had to get him and herself out of the lab.
"Um… no offense, but we really need to get out of here," she said as she pulled his arms off of her. The boy suddenly realized where he was.
"We're in Dr. McClean's lab aren't we?" he asked. Now his voice was deeper and more mature. Courtney nodded her head. The boy grabbed Courtney and thrust her over his shoulder.
"Put me down!" she yelled as she pounded her fists on his back.
"Yell just a bit louder, I don't think that they heard you!" the boy whispered harshly. Courtney rolled her eyes, but stayed silent. She didn't want them to get caught.
He carried her to outside the wall surrounding Dr. McClean's property, making sure to avoid all of the security guards.
He set Courtney down, and she brushed off her skirt, even though there was no dirt on it. She looked at him.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Duncan," he answered. She nodded her head and motioned for him to follow her.
She led him to a sleek black motorcycle that matched her tank top, mini skirt, boots, and face bandana. Duncan let out a whistle. She looked at him, both confused and annoyed at the same time.
"What? It's not every day that you get rescued by a sexy chick in a mini skirt that drives a motorcycle," he said with fake innocence. Courtney rolled her eyes (again) and sat on her motorcycle. She patted the seat behind her, signaling Duncan to get on. He did, but not without making a sly remark.
"Riding with no helmets? Wow, I really am being rescued by a sexy chick." Courtney elbowed him in the ribs. Much to her satisfaction, Duncan let out an "ow" before grabbing on to her waist. Once she made sure that he wasn't going to fall, she kicked the motorcycle to life and sped away on the dirt road to the government headquarters.
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Courtney's boss, ex-chef Mr. Hatchet walked around the boy, examining him. He muttered "hmm's" and "I see's" as he examined the boy. Courtney crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently on the metal floor. Mr. Hatchet shot an annoyed glance at Courtney, who immediately stopped tapping her foot. Her boss walked up to her, while the boy continued to stand perfectly still.
"I'm taking your friend to testing, maggot," Mr. Hatchet said. Courtney nodded her head. She was used to her boss calling her offensive names, since that was just his way of acknowledging that you exist.
"Go ahead… and he's not my friend," Courtney said. Mr. Hatchet grabbed the boy's wrist and led him through a metal door. Courtney watched the door close behind them before she went off to her room.
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Duncan's P.O.V.
I followed the guy who was my rescuer's boss into a room filled with different machines. He led me over to a desk and motioned for me to sit down in the chair across from it. I sat down.
"So, let us begin," he said. "Who are you? What is your name?"
I looked up at him. What was my name? I barely remembered the first moments after Dr. McClean created me because after creating me and seeing that I did not disintegrate, Dr. McClean trapped me in the test tube. I only knew some tibits of information about myself and Dr. McClean.
"My name is Duncan," I said. The man nodded his head. I raised an eyebrow. "And what might your name be?" He looked up at me and stared at me with evil eyes.
"You will address me as sir, Mr. Hatchet, or Master Chief," he said, looking back down at the paperwork on his desk.
"Whatever, General Crazy," I said, using two fingers to salute him. He looked like he was just about to boil over, but he calmed down, much to my disappointment. This place was no fun; I stopped having fun when my hot rescuer made me let go of her waist…
I began to think about her. I knew that she definitely had a pole up her butt, even though I've only known her for a couple hours. She also wanted to be the leader. And she was impatient… she reminded me of a princess…
Hey, that would be a good nickname for her… Princess, I thought. I smirked when I thought of what her reaction would be when I called her by her new nickname. I had to keep myself from laughing. General Crazy handed me a pencil and a packet of paper.
"Take this test. Only answer the questions that you know the answer to. And, for God's sake, don't take all day!" he said. I nodded my head and began the arduous test.
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Courtney's P.O.V.
I sat on my bed, bandanna off of my face. I looked around at my room. The walls were a dark chocolate color, much like the color of my hair. The carpet was a soft vanilla color. My bed had vanilla-colored sheets with chocolate-colored pillows. The bedside table was a cream color and so was my desk. My brown lap-top was on my desk, charging. The only windows were the ones on the doors that led out to the balcony. Silky white shades that went down to the floor covered the windows.
I kicked my boots off and went outside onto the balcony. I leaned against the rail, letting the wind blow through my hair. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting the cool air rush into my lungs. I felt totally relaxed.
I let my thoughts wander back to the boy I rescued. I wondered whose DNA was used to create him that gave him his good looks… I mentally slapped myself.
Why are you thinking this?! Did you see how he acted outside of Dr. McClean's lab?!
Yeah, so?
So, he treated you like you were a slut.
So…?
I stared at the setting sun, trying to forget the boy from the test tube. But for some reason, I couldn't get him out of my mind.
A/N:
So, what do you think? It really sucks, I know. But I tried to fit as much info that I could to give you a good start/background of the story without revealing the plot.
Anyway, I want to know what you guys think… remember to review, cause I'm not gonna continue this unless I get reviews.
Also, no flames please… this is my first fanfic and it would crush me if you flamed…
And one more thing: tell me if the characters are OOC so that I can fix it… I'm trying to keep them as themselves as I can.
So…. RRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEWWWWW!!