EVIL Vs. POWERS
What happens when the daughter of Austin and the son of Dr. Evil meet? Will it be love at first sight? Or will something totaly different happen? When Scott finds out Tea is Austin's daughter, will he flip? Will he remember the time he was like his father, bald and compleatly nuts? OR will he accept the fact and make a peace treaty between the Evils and the Powers? You're just going to have to read it.
A/N: I don't see enough of these fan fics with Scott! He's the hottest charector.... well, until he goes bald. But yeah! He's the best, and most overlooked, charector. I dont see why people wouldn't put a story in about him... or two? I know, I know. I'm wishin. Well just pretend that Austin and Dr. Evil were never ever ever ever ever ever ever brothers, ok? Got it, got it got it, GOOOOOOOOD.
Scott Evil stood in front of the mirror. He ran a hand through his spiked brown hair, high-lighted with blonde on the ends. He looked into his blue eyes. He didn't see anything special. Anything moderatly evil, like his father. His search, as usual, turned up nothing. He gave up and straightened his black shirt. It was a few sizes too big, but he solved the problem by tucking it into his extreamly baggy jean pants. He looped the chain from his front pocket to his back pocket. He looked at himself in the mirror. /I look like a gangbanger,/ he thought.
Scott laughed at that. He slipped the chain necklace over his head and fitted it perfectly. He straightened his shirt one last time and walked out of his room. He passed his fathers table of goons and out the door. Before he got far, someone called his name.
"Scott!"
Scott turned around. He looked at the source of the noise. It was Number Two. Or 2, however he feels like spelling his name.
"Scott, your dad is in the time machine room. He wants your help," Number Two said.
"Oh, no. No, he's not getting me to be a guinnie pig again."
"Scottie, you know he loves you. He just needs a test- er, I mean, someone to take a spin in his new machine. Come on, Scottie. For your dad?"
"Tell him to go get his face implanted on an elephants ass. I need to go to work before I get fired."
"Scott-"
But Scott was gone. He left in a hurry to his work. Where did he work? Ironicly enough, at a Dunk Tank in the County Fair. He met his friends at the entrance and changed into his swimming shorts. He had a strong, athletic build. He walked up to the dunk tank and stepped in. He sat on the lip of the board and waved down at his friend, Eric.
Eric grinned mischiviously and stepped up to the target.
"No!" Scott warned.
Eric stepped back. "Dont worry. I didn't plan to."
"Good. Hey, where's Jamie? I thought he'd be here by now," Scott said, looking around.
This was the only place he could be like a real teenager. He could accualy act and behave like everyone else. He had made three friends here, at the fair, in the last two years. He was still eyeing girls to be his girlfriend, but he had been unsucsessful. Even that Megan girl. She hadn't liked him. No one likes the Dunk Tank Guy.
"Scott, there's a customer," Eric said, pointing to the counter.
Sure enough, there was a young man standing there. He had a five doller bill in his hand.
"Well, you want to dunk my friend, Scottie here?" Eric asked, waltzing up to the man at the counter.
"Yeah."
"Five bucks for three balls. Want a shot?"
"Here," the man handed Eric a five, and Eric handed him three balls.
"Take your best shot. Right there, in the center. See, the little red dot-"
"I know. Shut up," the man said taking aim.
He threw all three balls with no sucsess. Mostly because Scott would talk everytime he went to throw.
Eric gave Scott a high five. "Whata way to get the money! He shoulda listened to me!"
Scott smiled. "Yeah, its not like trying to shoot a laser into the earth's core and make all the volcanos erupt for cash," he said under his breath.
"What?"
"I said that I agreed."
"Oh."
There was three more hours of poor shots and girls with guys already, maing their boyfriend try to dunk the Dunk Tank Guy. Scott was about to let Jamie, who had showed up, take over his job when he saw a beutiful young ladie.
She had long strawberry blonde hair, almost an amber color, tied up in a pony tail. Her eyes were emerald green, her face fair, like an elve's face. She was slender and tall, almost five six.
Scott pushed Jamie away, who had been trying to get into the dunk tank. He pushed Jamie's head to the right and made him look at the girl. Jamie nodded and backed off. He let Scott take this one.
There was only one person at the Dunk Tank stand. The girl walked over and watched. She was stunned at the looks that the Dunk Tank Guy held. She was captivated just by watching him. She suddenly found herself off in a very bad dreamland. She shook her head and continued to watch the man at the stand trying to dunk the other.
He was unsucsessful. The other guy didn't get dunked.
Scott smiled as the other man walked away. He looked at the girl, and their eyes met. He could have sworn he saw something in her eyes, hinting, but he pushed it aside.
"Hey, why not give it a shot?" he called to the girl.
She shook her head. "I'm a poor shot."
"C'mon! You can try!" Scott persisted.
"Yeah, try and dunk our buddie Scottie here, and he'll be your boyfriend for life!" Eric laughed.
Scott turned red, but it wasn't visible by the girl.
"Come one, come all, see Scottie get a girl!" Jaimie laughed.
"Shut up. Let the grl pass if she doesn't want to."
"No, no, I'll try," the girl pipped up.
"Five buckaroos!" Eric said, pouncing onto the money. He handed her the three balls.
She tryed and missed all three times. She handed Eric another five because Scott was urging her to do so. She still missed all threetimes.
Scott saw that she was getting frusterated. He smiled. "Why dont you come back here and hit the target yourself?" he asked. He still hadn't gotten wet yet today.
"You mean it?"
"Sure."
The girl smiled. Eric opened the gate and let her through. She walked back to the target and pushed it. In an almighty splash, Scott was in the water. He had saved his hair from hitting the water, and it was dry. His shorts, on the other hand, were soaked.
The girl laughed. "Thanks," she said, leaving. "You've made my day."
/"I can still make your day!"/ Scott almost yelled. He let it go and got re-dressed, out of his shorts and into his old clothes. He ran out the door to catch up to the girl. He tripped over a little kid who had been wandering about. He hastly said sorry and continued to look for the girl. He found her at a book stand. He casualy walked up to her and picked up a book on the table.
"Sir Aurther Connan Doyle," he said, noting the book he had in his hands and the book in the girls hands. "My favorite is Sherlock Holms. He's the best, isn't he?"
The girl looked around. When she saw who it was, she turned red. "Yes, er, he's a great story maker. I love his books. Why did you follow me?"
Scott smiled. "I liked your looks. You seem to have a head on your shoulders."
"Dont we all?" the girl asked, and laughed.
"Well, I mean that you look smart, you know?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean."
"So, do you wantt o talk? Run around and buy stuff together?" Scott asked.
"Sure."
"Oh, great. What should we do first?" Scott asked. "Well, first of all, what's your name?"
"My name is Tea."
"Mine is Scott.... Not Scottie."
Tea laughed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Two hours later, Scott and Tea were sitting on the bench outside the Dunk Tank. Tea was licking an ice-cream cone, while Scott told her about his life, never once mentioning that his father was Dr. Evil. Tea laughed slightly at some parts.
"So then he's trying to find a way to kill these two people, and he wants to put them in an escapable room with laser-beam sea bass. Origanaly, he wanted sharks, but they were on the endangered species list. So I suggest he shoot the two and get it over with. It would have saved him a lot of money in the end, but noooooooo. He wants to throw them in with the laser-beam sea bass," Scott said, throwing his hands up and sighing.
"If you think thats bad," Tea said, grinning, "My dad wants a toilet made out of gold."
Scott laughed.
"He also thinks he has... Mojo. Whatever thats supposed to be."
Scott laughed again. It never occured to him that it was Austin Powers who said, "Mojo" all the time.
What happens when the daughter of Austin and the son of Dr. Evil meet? Will it be love at first sight? Or will something totaly different happen? When Scott finds out Tea is Austin's daughter, will he flip? Will he remember the time he was like his father, bald and compleatly nuts? OR will he accept the fact and make a peace treaty between the Evils and the Powers? You're just going to have to read it.
A/N: I don't see enough of these fan fics with Scott! He's the hottest charector.... well, until he goes bald. But yeah! He's the best, and most overlooked, charector. I dont see why people wouldn't put a story in about him... or two? I know, I know. I'm wishin. Well just pretend that Austin and Dr. Evil were never ever ever ever ever ever ever brothers, ok? Got it, got it got it, GOOOOOOOOD.
Scott Evil stood in front of the mirror. He ran a hand through his spiked brown hair, high-lighted with blonde on the ends. He looked into his blue eyes. He didn't see anything special. Anything moderatly evil, like his father. His search, as usual, turned up nothing. He gave up and straightened his black shirt. It was a few sizes too big, but he solved the problem by tucking it into his extreamly baggy jean pants. He looped the chain from his front pocket to his back pocket. He looked at himself in the mirror. /I look like a gangbanger,/ he thought.
Scott laughed at that. He slipped the chain necklace over his head and fitted it perfectly. He straightened his shirt one last time and walked out of his room. He passed his fathers table of goons and out the door. Before he got far, someone called his name.
"Scott!"
Scott turned around. He looked at the source of the noise. It was Number Two. Or 2, however he feels like spelling his name.
"Scott, your dad is in the time machine room. He wants your help," Number Two said.
"Oh, no. No, he's not getting me to be a guinnie pig again."
"Scottie, you know he loves you. He just needs a test- er, I mean, someone to take a spin in his new machine. Come on, Scottie. For your dad?"
"Tell him to go get his face implanted on an elephants ass. I need to go to work before I get fired."
"Scott-"
But Scott was gone. He left in a hurry to his work. Where did he work? Ironicly enough, at a Dunk Tank in the County Fair. He met his friends at the entrance and changed into his swimming shorts. He had a strong, athletic build. He walked up to the dunk tank and stepped in. He sat on the lip of the board and waved down at his friend, Eric.
Eric grinned mischiviously and stepped up to the target.
"No!" Scott warned.
Eric stepped back. "Dont worry. I didn't plan to."
"Good. Hey, where's Jamie? I thought he'd be here by now," Scott said, looking around.
This was the only place he could be like a real teenager. He could accualy act and behave like everyone else. He had made three friends here, at the fair, in the last two years. He was still eyeing girls to be his girlfriend, but he had been unsucsessful. Even that Megan girl. She hadn't liked him. No one likes the Dunk Tank Guy.
"Scott, there's a customer," Eric said, pointing to the counter.
Sure enough, there was a young man standing there. He had a five doller bill in his hand.
"Well, you want to dunk my friend, Scottie here?" Eric asked, waltzing up to the man at the counter.
"Yeah."
"Five bucks for three balls. Want a shot?"
"Here," the man handed Eric a five, and Eric handed him three balls.
"Take your best shot. Right there, in the center. See, the little red dot-"
"I know. Shut up," the man said taking aim.
He threw all three balls with no sucsess. Mostly because Scott would talk everytime he went to throw.
Eric gave Scott a high five. "Whata way to get the money! He shoulda listened to me!"
Scott smiled. "Yeah, its not like trying to shoot a laser into the earth's core and make all the volcanos erupt for cash," he said under his breath.
"What?"
"I said that I agreed."
"Oh."
There was three more hours of poor shots and girls with guys already, maing their boyfriend try to dunk the Dunk Tank Guy. Scott was about to let Jamie, who had showed up, take over his job when he saw a beutiful young ladie.
She had long strawberry blonde hair, almost an amber color, tied up in a pony tail. Her eyes were emerald green, her face fair, like an elve's face. She was slender and tall, almost five six.
Scott pushed Jamie away, who had been trying to get into the dunk tank. He pushed Jamie's head to the right and made him look at the girl. Jamie nodded and backed off. He let Scott take this one.
There was only one person at the Dunk Tank stand. The girl walked over and watched. She was stunned at the looks that the Dunk Tank Guy held. She was captivated just by watching him. She suddenly found herself off in a very bad dreamland. She shook her head and continued to watch the man at the stand trying to dunk the other.
He was unsucsessful. The other guy didn't get dunked.
Scott smiled as the other man walked away. He looked at the girl, and their eyes met. He could have sworn he saw something in her eyes, hinting, but he pushed it aside.
"Hey, why not give it a shot?" he called to the girl.
She shook her head. "I'm a poor shot."
"C'mon! You can try!" Scott persisted.
"Yeah, try and dunk our buddie Scottie here, and he'll be your boyfriend for life!" Eric laughed.
Scott turned red, but it wasn't visible by the girl.
"Come one, come all, see Scottie get a girl!" Jaimie laughed.
"Shut up. Let the grl pass if she doesn't want to."
"No, no, I'll try," the girl pipped up.
"Five buckaroos!" Eric said, pouncing onto the money. He handed her the three balls.
She tryed and missed all three times. She handed Eric another five because Scott was urging her to do so. She still missed all threetimes.
Scott saw that she was getting frusterated. He smiled. "Why dont you come back here and hit the target yourself?" he asked. He still hadn't gotten wet yet today.
"You mean it?"
"Sure."
The girl smiled. Eric opened the gate and let her through. She walked back to the target and pushed it. In an almighty splash, Scott was in the water. He had saved his hair from hitting the water, and it was dry. His shorts, on the other hand, were soaked.
The girl laughed. "Thanks," she said, leaving. "You've made my day."
/"I can still make your day!"/ Scott almost yelled. He let it go and got re-dressed, out of his shorts and into his old clothes. He ran out the door to catch up to the girl. He tripped over a little kid who had been wandering about. He hastly said sorry and continued to look for the girl. He found her at a book stand. He casualy walked up to her and picked up a book on the table.
"Sir Aurther Connan Doyle," he said, noting the book he had in his hands and the book in the girls hands. "My favorite is Sherlock Holms. He's the best, isn't he?"
The girl looked around. When she saw who it was, she turned red. "Yes, er, he's a great story maker. I love his books. Why did you follow me?"
Scott smiled. "I liked your looks. You seem to have a head on your shoulders."
"Dont we all?" the girl asked, and laughed.
"Well, I mean that you look smart, you know?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean."
"So, do you wantt o talk? Run around and buy stuff together?" Scott asked.
"Sure."
"Oh, great. What should we do first?" Scott asked. "Well, first of all, what's your name?"
"My name is Tea."
"Mine is Scott.... Not Scottie."
Tea laughed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Two hours later, Scott and Tea were sitting on the bench outside the Dunk Tank. Tea was licking an ice-cream cone, while Scott told her about his life, never once mentioning that his father was Dr. Evil. Tea laughed slightly at some parts.
"So then he's trying to find a way to kill these two people, and he wants to put them in an escapable room with laser-beam sea bass. Origanaly, he wanted sharks, but they were on the endangered species list. So I suggest he shoot the two and get it over with. It would have saved him a lot of money in the end, but noooooooo. He wants to throw them in with the laser-beam sea bass," Scott said, throwing his hands up and sighing.
"If you think thats bad," Tea said, grinning, "My dad wants a toilet made out of gold."
Scott laughed.
"He also thinks he has... Mojo. Whatever thats supposed to be."
Scott laughed again. It never occured to him that it was Austin Powers who said, "Mojo" all the time.