I do not own Totally Spies or The Amazing Spiez, they are both owned by Marathon Inc. This is a major AU, mainly of The Amazing Spiez! Repeat this is a major AU! Clover is married to Blaine and since I don't know his last name his last name shall be Tyson. Alex doesn't show up for a while, though I do love her! How can anyone not? I do have OC's so be warned. This is about twenty years into the future for Totally Spies. Clover, Sam, and Alex are forty-two, Blaine is forty-three, Tim Scam is fifty-one, and Jerry is seventy-eight. Aunt Trudy bashing since I hate her like I hate Mandy; which is a lot!
Marc's Point of View
School sucks, and this is coming the resident nerd in the family. And no, being called a nerd isn't an insult; the name just proves that I happen to be smarter than you.
Back on topic now, what I really want to do right now is fall asleep. Lee, Tony, Megan (my favorite sibling), and I just got back from a very tiring mission from Paris, and our W.O.O.H.P. guardian, Clover Tyson (a.k.a. Evil Blonde Tyrant), refused to let us sleep in. So we have now been awake for over forty-seven hours. I just want to sleep.
I wish Clover would have let us come in an hour late at least, but no, she just had to drop us off at home and make sure the parental figures got us to school on time. I may love being an international spy but I really could use a better sleep pattern. Or coffee, but for some reason Megan thinks I shouldn't have any. Just because I set Blaine on fire right after I drank a sip of coffee does not mean I should be banned from ever having it again. Does it? I mean it was coffee spiked with freaking Red Bull! I could see sounds, so excuse me if setting Blaine on fire was wrong!
Speaking of Megan, bless my little sister; we're Irish twins (which means we are eleven months apart) by the way, for putting up with us three dunderhead brothers. Even though I do envy her for being only one of the four of us that looks normal. Curse her for stealing the only couch on the plane.
My brain, in desperate need of sleep, starts to wander off. For being a self proclaimed tomboy Megan sure likes the color pink a lot. Pink is the only thing in her wardrobe other than a few purples and yellows. Man I need coffee. I slam my locker shut and look at my brothers.
Tony (my favorite little dude) looks ready to scream. Lee, (half-evil older brother with gravity defying hair) is being a jerk, as usual, by blocking his locker. Lee is currently posing, how a thirteen year old poses is beyond me. I wish he would stop, girls are staring. Well, the blonde banshee that is Tami is staring, and drooling. As far as I know Lee hates her but she sure doesn't get that message. Even though Lee has screamed in her face that he hates her. Yeah, she is one of the reasons people call blondes dumb. She once told me she didn't like yoga because ugly. Idiot his name is YODA, not yoga. Her lack of intelligence disturbs me!
Tony pushes Lee away from his locker, finally fed up with him blocking it. Lee dropped like a rock. He sluggishly stands up and removes his red rimmed sunglasses and glares at Tony.
"What was that for?" Lee snaps as he punches Tony on the arm. Man Lee has anger issues. Tony winces and stumbles from the blow before he angrily opens his locker, hitting himself on the forehead.
"You were blocking my locker!" Tony snarls as he shoves in neon yellow snow jacket and backpack, before he rubs his head. The locker lock has made an indentation on his forehead. Ouch!
"I was sleeping." Lee says with a heavy sigh. So he has other talents other than bullying me and being athletic. Who would have thought? Wonder how he did it?
"Let's just go to class, we have spent way too much time together these past few days." Megan says snapping me out of my thoughts, as she leaves to go to her art class. If only I could leave Lee alone, we have all the same classes. He failed kindergarten so he is in the same grade as Megan and I. Megan has different classes than us though, the school system learned quickly having the three of us together would only lead to something destructive happening. I wish I was with Megan instead of Lee though. I mentally prepare myself for torture, I mean Gym.
Who am I fooling, gym is HELL!
Gym class is evil! Evil I say! I think as I dodge yet another bullet of doo- I mean rubber ball. I despise dodge ball day. It doesn't help at all that the Coach loves Lee and hates me. Lee just watches me get yelled at.
But then again that is the only thing he done for the last few years. All he ever does is watch things happen to me. He never helps me, even though I help him with his classes and save his butt on missions all the time. I wish he would stick up for every once in awhile. All he does is make me feel like a loser in his presence. Well I am one, in the school popular system, compared to him.
After the evil gym period my favorite teacher, Mr. Gomez, lets me sleep in his computer class. I am already done for the year in his class, so it is prime nap time for me. I love being smarter than computers! Take that Lee hates it; he doesn't have my mad computer skills.
After a nap I have Science, and I get to dissect a frog! I get to release my sadistic sociopathic tendencies today! Getting to cut up people and get away with it, do I need another reason to become a surgeon? As I destroy the frog liver, the phone rings. When Mrs. Hanes' tells Lee and I to get our stuff and go to the office we go without hesitation. It is not like we are missing anything important seeing as we finished ten minutes into the dissection, well now mutilation considering what is left of Senior Phib.
"I wonder why we need to go to the office. Do you think it has something to do with WOOHP?" Lee asks as he shoves everything in his red and white backpack. Wow, he actually wants my opinion?
"I don't know; if it was WOOHP we would have just been WOOHPed." I pointed out as I placed my notebook in my navy and black backpack. Lee just shrugs and leads the way to the office. I'm very surprised to see Clover and Blaine Tyson waiting with Tony and Megan. I'm even more surprised to see how cold Clover looks. She is usually bubbly and happy, right now she looks like she is about to break.
They lead us to their car and are very silent on the way to the house. Why isn't Mom and Dad's car here? Today is their day off. I feel like I've been dumped into a bucket of ice as I have a theory on what is wrong. I hope I'm wrong.
"Your parents are dead. They were in a car accident, they died on impact." Blaine says bluntly. So much for being wrong, I drop my head to my chest as I try not to cry. I fail badly as I cry silently. Tony and Megan are full out sobbing and Lee is just looking at Blaine coldly.
Blaine clears his throat. "We really hate to lay this on so fast but, you four are important. Not to us, but to the world, you all are brilliant spies so we need to make sure you are all safe. So you need to make a decision right now. You can live with your Aunt Trudy or Clover and I. We have two daughters Megan's age." Can't they let us grieve first? Then again Aunt Trudy is bound to be here soon. Go for the safe option Marc. I want to live with Blaine and Clover. I would become a villain if I lived with Aunt Trudy. At least with lover and Blaine we would have freedom.
Why am I so numb to this? My parents just died and I am calculating how I want to live? What is wrong with me?
"You." Lee and I say in union. We share the same look of surprise. We haven't gotten along in years. When we were younger we could finish each other's sentences. Then again that was before he found out sports were cooler than me. I really miss the old days, not that I would ever admit that aloud.
"She hates seeing us happy, she'll send us to some private schools and we will never see each other again. At least with you we will stay together!" I say. This is true, last time she visited us she enrolled us in a military school, well she tried to anyway.
"I agree with Marc." Lee says as he puts his hand on my shoulder. It has been years since he has done that without punching me.
"Me too." Megan whispers. Tony is quiet but nods. I'm surprised; he is the only one of us who likes Aunt Trudy. I can't stand her. She is the nosiest person in the world, and this is coming from a SPY! I'm really surprised on how Tony is, he is usually talkative, you would think he would be trying to deny that mom and dad are dead.
Lee and I leave as Clover rambles about how great Beverly Hills will be. We're silent as we enter our bedroom. We have bunk beds; Lee is on the top bunk since I hate heights. I grab my suitcases and start packing the clothes I won't need this week. I just need something to do right now. I look over at Lee tearing into the punching bag. For an athlete Lee is very OCD, most athletes tend to be disorganized, but this is why I room with him and not Tony. I sigh as Lee slams into the punching bag again.
"What do you want nerd?" Lee snarls. He must have heard me sigh.
"Nothing." I reply quickly as I wonder how I fit into this family. Normally I like being called nerd, but from Lee, it is an insult. We used to be close, but that was before I found books and he found sports. I wish I had my brother back.
Megan and Tony look like Dad. Lee and I may resemble Mom but that is all, we resemble. I don't feel like I belong. I am a geek, not an athlete like my siblings. I can hack into the CIA, which I have done on at least three times with permission from Clover and one time without it. Okay I've done it over a dozen times, but they really shouldn't make it so easy to do. I absorb books like Lee inhales chili fries. I just don't fit in.
I don't feel like I belong in this family. I only wish I knew why. Just like I wish I could have said goodbye to Mom and Dad.
To quote the Twilight movies that Megan dragged me to watch against my will! "Life sucks, then you die."