So, I didn't want this story to revolve only about Sam and Scam, as a lot of other stories do and they do it much better than I do, anyway, so quite a few chapters will involve Clover and Alex as well, although the main romance will be Sam and Scam. I just want to explore how different romances affect the TS world as I know it.
Hope you guys enjoy this. Rated a very strongT, for content (blush).
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Spiraling downwards…
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He only wanted to annihilate the spies and destroy WOOHP. But one night changes everything. A romance saga involving Clover's wedding, Alex speed-dating, a married Britney and Sam's secret meetings with a villain. SS.
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Masquerade Lovers
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Prologue
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Engagement
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Being a final year student at Mali-U had its advantages, once exams and coursework was subtracted from the equation, Clover knew. The professors weren't horrible, although they did tend to ask for an extraordinarily large sum of work. Besides, at twenty-three, she was living the life she always dreamed of – minus homework, Clover stressed.
After all, she knew what she was going to be in life: a fashion designer/spy. She was the only one out of the spies who opted out of science – Alex was into sport science (that girl was such a jock!) while Sam was going into medical research and was currently pursuing a BA in Chemistry as part of her pre-med course (that girl was such a nerd!)
Clover sighed.
The only thing that was missing was Blaine. Blaine, Clover thought, with a little sigh. Her long-time boyfriend since the start of her life in Mali-U and fellow WOOHP agent who was then shipped off to Australia (Clover suspected that WOOHP was out to separate them – hence the new rule about fellow agents not fraternizing which was implemented later that year, which didn't matter, because Blaine was in WOOHP Australia, while Clover was in WOOHP USA).
They were – much to Sam's amusement and Alex's surprise – still together. Alex had joked that Clover could never keep a long-distance relationship, especially with all the hot Hollywood guys in Beverly Hills (and Clover had been unfaithful once or twice when they both had started dating), but somehow they managed to stay in touch (with Clover amazingly still as infatuated and in love with him after all these years). Sam got Alex to pay her, because Alex was sure of and had bet against Sam that their relationship would never last (Clover and Blaine, not Sam and Alex), and Alex obviously lost the bet. It helped that Clover had somehow become less shallow and materialistic (although not so shallow and materialistic that she could forsake fashion – or a chance to force Sam into sharing the winnings of her bet with her – and hot guys – and by hot guys she meant Blaine only. Most guys couldn't shine a torch next to Blaine).
Her cell phone rang, while she was sitting down at one of those quaint coffee shops around town, sipping her café latte. She was alone, since Alex was off at some sport practice or another (she was sure it didn't matter to her), while Sam was at some lab doing God-knows-what-research-that-could-save-the-world, and she was sure she didn't care what it was about. "Hey Gorgeous."
Clover withstood the urge to giggle. Blaine could be so corny sometimes. He must be off-duty, Clover realized with happiness. That meant that he was in the USA, and probably on his way to meet her right now. That meant more time for each other. "Hey Hunk," she smiled.
She couldn't help it; she giggled.
The sound of his laughter (probably because she was giggling like a silly schoolgirl – what was with her? She thought she was more mature than that) greeted her. "I've missed hearing you laugh."
"I've missed seeing you around," Clover said, somewhat flirtatiously.
"Why don't you say it to my face?"
Clover looked up, and saw Blaine's familiar face. She shut her phone with a snap and stood up, giving Blaine a mega-wattage smile. He came over and gave Clover a long kiss on the lips.
"Miss me?" Clover asked him mischievously when he drew away from her.
"Always," he said, smiling.
"So, I hope you've been behaving yourself," Clover smiled. "Britney can't babysit you, now that she's gotten married and on her honeymoon."
"Of course, I have," Blaine said. "I'm more concerned about you. I hope you've been behaving yourself too."
"Oh, of course, I have," Clover smiled. "I've kept my hands to myself, but it's really not my fault that guys can't keep their hands off me. I mean, just yesterday, Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp cornered me and begged me to –" Clover couldn't help it; she began laughing.
Blaine, who knew Clover was trying to get him riled up, simply smirked. "Well, I'm sure if they knew you were spoken for, they would have left you alone. Because once you're a married woman, they can't take any liberties with you."
"Oh, you're right," Clover laughed, taking it in the spirit it was given. Or so she thought. Because now, Blaine had gotten out of his seat, was kneeling in front of her with one knee, and were saying those four magical words that Clover had dreamed her Prince Charming would say to her, ever since she was a little girl of three. And now, twenty years later, it was all coming true –
"Will you marry me?"
Unable to speak, she burst into tears and nodded, hugging him. "Yes. Yes. Yes."
It felt so right, and so perfect, at that moment, to say yes. Because she knew she loved him, and that he loved her, and nothing could ever top how she felt at that moment.
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Author's Note
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First chapter up. Read and review!
Love,
lianneharmony
P.S.: I know I made Clover less sentimental, sappy and less materialistic, right, but it's fanfiction. And besides, this takes, like more than five years after canon, so bear with me, okay?
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References
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All characters belong to Marathon, Inc. Hence references to characters you recognize here from Totally Spies, beginning from the beginning of the fic to the end, all belong to said company. I make no money from them.
So TS is not owned by me, Sue, so you no sue!
Haha, I had to make a really bad pun for my disclaimer.
The quaint coffee shop was inspired by The Coffee Bean (And Tea Leaf) which I adore.
