Choices
Hey, gang! This is my first DM fic! I know normally, chapters don't really suit it but this fic is kinda long, so...
Anyway, I don't own Danger Mouse or any of the characters inside it. Kim, however, belongs to me. No one use her character without my permission!
I know what you guys are thinking. How could this horrid girl turn a classic cartoon comedy into an angsty romance? Well, I longed to write a DM fic, and I decided to let you guys know just how mushy my mind is! I don't really care if I don't get a lot of reviews, but one or two would be nice!
By the way, I would like to thank Sabertooth Kitty for writing that heartwarming story 'The French Lady'. I know this plot is similiar, but it's my ideas, and I've done everything I can to make it look like I'm not copying you. So no fears!
Now that that bit is done, let's get loud!
*
Chapter 1
London. A city that has been standing for many years, and home to some of the greatest people this world has ever known. And one of those people was Danger Mouse.
This particular morning, the secret agent whom everyone admired was enjoying the peace and quiet in his pillarbox home. His friend and not-so- brave assistant Penfold had flown off to see his aunt. He had left yesterday morning.
It was a little lonely here without his sidekick, DM reflected, as he sat in his private library trying to work at his new laptop, a present from headquarters. To be perfectly honest, DM would have preferred a typewriter, but there were things a laptop could do that a typewriter couldn't.
He typed in a couple of things, and then deleted them. He couldn't concentrate.
Colonel K will be very angry if I can't get my agent report done, thought Danger Mouse, troubled.
At that moment, the call alarm went off.
"Speak of the devil", muttered DM, getting up. He went through to the lounge.
"Colonel K to Danger Mouse", said the screen, which was flashing.
"Danger Mouse here, sir", said the White Wonder. He was alarmed to see, when his instructor's face appeared on the screen, that the Colonel looked very pale. Not his usual self.
Probably just a call he thinks I can't handle, thought DM.
"Danger Mouse", said the Colonel shakily, "I want you to pay close attention to what I am about to say".
At this point Colonel K looked at his watch. His face paled even more.
"Are you quite alright, sir?" asked Danger Mouse, "What's Greenback doing this time? Or is it Doctor Crumhorn?"
"It's Greenback and it's more of what he's done than what he's doing", said the Colonel.
By now, DM was getting far too impatient.
"Sir! What is it?!" he cried, then regained his composure.
"I'm sorry, sir".
"Quite understandable", said the Colonel, "But now, here is what I want you to do. Take the Mark III and get out of there!"
"But why, sir?" asked DM, miffed.
"There's a bomb in your pillar box!"
Danger Mouse stared at the screen in shock. He kept thinking that he had not heard right.
"Did - did you say a bomb, sir?" he asked, when the news had sunk in.
"Yes. We're not exactly sure where it is, but it is essential that you leave immediately. Come to headquarters right now. Every minute counts".
"Y-yes sir", said DM, "O-over and out".
The screen went black as Colonel K signed off.
Getting a hold of himself, DM propelled himself onto the sofa and it began to make its way down to the Mark III.
It was halfway down that he saw it. He only caught a glimpse of it, but it was a sight that made his heart stop and his blood turn cold.
The bomb.
Come on...hurry...thought DM. He just had to make it...
At that moment, a beeping reached DM's ears. Then it was followed by a roaring. DM looked up...
And saw the fire.
A strong force pushed DM right out of his seat, and he felt himself falling, falling into unconsiousness as the walls collapsed and the whole pillar box was reduced to nothing more than a pile of old rubble.
*
Kim Taylor hurried home from work, tired and harrased. It had been a rough day. That jerk, Jack Winters, had come to the restaurant and said very loudly that he would like a cheap lay for the evening and who else to select but Kim?
Pushing a strand of her red hair back behind her ear, Kim felt her face burn with embarrassment. Why did he always have to act like such a jerk? Just because he was the assistant manager of a fancy hotel, there was no need to get down on her like that.
Kim was just about to cross the road when she saw a mass of people gathering around what looked like the rubble of the pillarbox that stood there. Frowning, Kim got closer. There were a few police cars around as well.
"What's going on?" she asked to no one in particular.
A woman turned to her.
"This pillarbox just blew up".
Kim stared at her. Then she looked past the woman and saw a flash of red among the ruins.
"How can a pillarbox just erupt?" she wondered out loud.
No one answered her question.
The police cleared away most of the rubble and the crowd started to disperse. Finally, only Kim remained, staring at the spot where a pillar box had once stood.
I should go home, she thought finally.
She turned away, and suddenly stopped. She thought she had heard a voice.
Turning back, Kim looked around the pavement. Suddenly, she saw something by her feet.
"A mouse!" she exclaimed, bending down to have a closer look. Unlike most women, she was not afraid of mice, and was actually very fond of them.
But...there seemed to be something strange about this particular mouse's eye. Frowning, Kim looked closer - and gasped.
This mouse had an eyepatch!
Kim stood up quickly.
"I...need...help..."
Kim looked down at the mouse again, her eyes registering shock. But then they melted at the sight of the fragile creature.
Gently, Kim bent down and picked him up.
"It's alright", she told him softly. Her shock had gone. Now all she felt was pity.
*
Danger Mouse looked up into this girl's green eyes. His leg was aching, and his head was filled with roaring sounds.
She looks so beautiful, he thought. Then he gave himself a shake. No doubt that it was the after effects of that explosion.
"I'm going to take you home", the girl, speaking in a quiet voice, "You'll be safe there".
Danger Mouse passed out.
*
When DM came round again, he was lying in a bed. He looked around. There was a bookshelf, a computer and some pictures on the wall.
DM felt his head. It was bandaged. Then he slid his hands down to his leg. That too was bound with bandages.
"Good, you're awake", said a voice.
DM looked around at the door. A girl was standing there, balancing a tray in her hands. There was a steaming bowl on it.
DM suddenly realised that he was human-size. He frowned. How could he be, if he hadn't activated his watch?
(A/N: I was confused about DM's size - was he supposed to be a regular size mouse or a human sized mouse? So I came up with this explanation: DM activates a button on his watch to become a human size!)
"Hi", said the girl shyly, coming in, "I hope you're feeling better".
"How did I get to this size?" asked DM, confused.
The girl put the tray down on the bedside table, and turned to him looking rather guilty.
"I was taking your watch off, and I guess I must have hit a button or something, because you suddenly became full-size!"
"Oh", said DM.
"I'm Kim", said the girl, half-extending her hand as though she was afraid he might not take it. He did.
"Hello", said DM, as their handshake ceased, "I'm - erm - "
"You're Danger Mouse", said the girl matter-of-factly.
The agent looked up sharply.
"Sorry", said Kim, looking guilty again, "I've heard your name around, and then I saw your badge..."
"You keep this to yourself, please", said DM.
"I was going to do that anyway. So", said Kim, "What happened?"
"Pillar box blew up", said DM, giving her a glance. She then cringed, remembering this was an agent she was talking to.
"I'm sorry, sir", she said sincerely.
"It's alright. You can call me DM", said the agent, smiling.
"I'll bet you're starving", said Kim, picking up the tray, "I - I brought you some chicken soup".
"Why, thankyou", said DM, "But I won't be able to stay long. I have to go somewhere".
"Erm - is your transport a yellow car?" asked Kim. She looked a little embarrassed now.
"Yes. Why?" asked Danger Mouse, feeling a sense of dread.
"Well - after you passed out, I saw a sort of - yellow car-like model in what was left of the debris. It had been bashed about quite badly".
Danger Mouse stared at her, then rested his head in his hands. His Mark III - destroyed.
"Now what am I going to do?" he asked.
"You can call wherever you're going from here", said Kim, "I'm sure someone can come and pick you up - can't they?"
"I hope so", said DM worriedly. He found himself looking up at Kim, at her beautiful red hair, at her sparkling green eyes...
Oh, get a grip, thought DM to himself.
"I'd better be going", said Kim, "Call me if you want me, OK?"
"Yes, alright. Thankyou" replied DM. He stared after her as she left the room. Then he lay back on the pillows, and started to drink the soup. He listened to the faraway yells of teenagers at night-clubs, and the sounds of car motors.
And tried to ignore the beating of his heart.
Hey, gang! This is my first DM fic! I know normally, chapters don't really suit it but this fic is kinda long, so...
Anyway, I don't own Danger Mouse or any of the characters inside it. Kim, however, belongs to me. No one use her character without my permission!
I know what you guys are thinking. How could this horrid girl turn a classic cartoon comedy into an angsty romance? Well, I longed to write a DM fic, and I decided to let you guys know just how mushy my mind is! I don't really care if I don't get a lot of reviews, but one or two would be nice!
By the way, I would like to thank Sabertooth Kitty for writing that heartwarming story 'The French Lady'. I know this plot is similiar, but it's my ideas, and I've done everything I can to make it look like I'm not copying you. So no fears!
Now that that bit is done, let's get loud!
*
Chapter 1
London. A city that has been standing for many years, and home to some of the greatest people this world has ever known. And one of those people was Danger Mouse.
This particular morning, the secret agent whom everyone admired was enjoying the peace and quiet in his pillarbox home. His friend and not-so- brave assistant Penfold had flown off to see his aunt. He had left yesterday morning.
It was a little lonely here without his sidekick, DM reflected, as he sat in his private library trying to work at his new laptop, a present from headquarters. To be perfectly honest, DM would have preferred a typewriter, but there were things a laptop could do that a typewriter couldn't.
He typed in a couple of things, and then deleted them. He couldn't concentrate.
Colonel K will be very angry if I can't get my agent report done, thought Danger Mouse, troubled.
At that moment, the call alarm went off.
"Speak of the devil", muttered DM, getting up. He went through to the lounge.
"Colonel K to Danger Mouse", said the screen, which was flashing.
"Danger Mouse here, sir", said the White Wonder. He was alarmed to see, when his instructor's face appeared on the screen, that the Colonel looked very pale. Not his usual self.
Probably just a call he thinks I can't handle, thought DM.
"Danger Mouse", said the Colonel shakily, "I want you to pay close attention to what I am about to say".
At this point Colonel K looked at his watch. His face paled even more.
"Are you quite alright, sir?" asked Danger Mouse, "What's Greenback doing this time? Or is it Doctor Crumhorn?"
"It's Greenback and it's more of what he's done than what he's doing", said the Colonel.
By now, DM was getting far too impatient.
"Sir! What is it?!" he cried, then regained his composure.
"I'm sorry, sir".
"Quite understandable", said the Colonel, "But now, here is what I want you to do. Take the Mark III and get out of there!"
"But why, sir?" asked DM, miffed.
"There's a bomb in your pillar box!"
Danger Mouse stared at the screen in shock. He kept thinking that he had not heard right.
"Did - did you say a bomb, sir?" he asked, when the news had sunk in.
"Yes. We're not exactly sure where it is, but it is essential that you leave immediately. Come to headquarters right now. Every minute counts".
"Y-yes sir", said DM, "O-over and out".
The screen went black as Colonel K signed off.
Getting a hold of himself, DM propelled himself onto the sofa and it began to make its way down to the Mark III.
It was halfway down that he saw it. He only caught a glimpse of it, but it was a sight that made his heart stop and his blood turn cold.
The bomb.
Come on...hurry...thought DM. He just had to make it...
At that moment, a beeping reached DM's ears. Then it was followed by a roaring. DM looked up...
And saw the fire.
A strong force pushed DM right out of his seat, and he felt himself falling, falling into unconsiousness as the walls collapsed and the whole pillar box was reduced to nothing more than a pile of old rubble.
*
Kim Taylor hurried home from work, tired and harrased. It had been a rough day. That jerk, Jack Winters, had come to the restaurant and said very loudly that he would like a cheap lay for the evening and who else to select but Kim?
Pushing a strand of her red hair back behind her ear, Kim felt her face burn with embarrassment. Why did he always have to act like such a jerk? Just because he was the assistant manager of a fancy hotel, there was no need to get down on her like that.
Kim was just about to cross the road when she saw a mass of people gathering around what looked like the rubble of the pillarbox that stood there. Frowning, Kim got closer. There were a few police cars around as well.
"What's going on?" she asked to no one in particular.
A woman turned to her.
"This pillarbox just blew up".
Kim stared at her. Then she looked past the woman and saw a flash of red among the ruins.
"How can a pillarbox just erupt?" she wondered out loud.
No one answered her question.
The police cleared away most of the rubble and the crowd started to disperse. Finally, only Kim remained, staring at the spot where a pillar box had once stood.
I should go home, she thought finally.
She turned away, and suddenly stopped. She thought she had heard a voice.
Turning back, Kim looked around the pavement. Suddenly, she saw something by her feet.
"A mouse!" she exclaimed, bending down to have a closer look. Unlike most women, she was not afraid of mice, and was actually very fond of them.
But...there seemed to be something strange about this particular mouse's eye. Frowning, Kim looked closer - and gasped.
This mouse had an eyepatch!
Kim stood up quickly.
"I...need...help..."
Kim looked down at the mouse again, her eyes registering shock. But then they melted at the sight of the fragile creature.
Gently, Kim bent down and picked him up.
"It's alright", she told him softly. Her shock had gone. Now all she felt was pity.
*
Danger Mouse looked up into this girl's green eyes. His leg was aching, and his head was filled with roaring sounds.
She looks so beautiful, he thought. Then he gave himself a shake. No doubt that it was the after effects of that explosion.
"I'm going to take you home", the girl, speaking in a quiet voice, "You'll be safe there".
Danger Mouse passed out.
*
When DM came round again, he was lying in a bed. He looked around. There was a bookshelf, a computer and some pictures on the wall.
DM felt his head. It was bandaged. Then he slid his hands down to his leg. That too was bound with bandages.
"Good, you're awake", said a voice.
DM looked around at the door. A girl was standing there, balancing a tray in her hands. There was a steaming bowl on it.
DM suddenly realised that he was human-size. He frowned. How could he be, if he hadn't activated his watch?
(A/N: I was confused about DM's size - was he supposed to be a regular size mouse or a human sized mouse? So I came up with this explanation: DM activates a button on his watch to become a human size!)
"Hi", said the girl shyly, coming in, "I hope you're feeling better".
"How did I get to this size?" asked DM, confused.
The girl put the tray down on the bedside table, and turned to him looking rather guilty.
"I was taking your watch off, and I guess I must have hit a button or something, because you suddenly became full-size!"
"Oh", said DM.
"I'm Kim", said the girl, half-extending her hand as though she was afraid he might not take it. He did.
"Hello", said DM, as their handshake ceased, "I'm - erm - "
"You're Danger Mouse", said the girl matter-of-factly.
The agent looked up sharply.
"Sorry", said Kim, looking guilty again, "I've heard your name around, and then I saw your badge..."
"You keep this to yourself, please", said DM.
"I was going to do that anyway. So", said Kim, "What happened?"
"Pillar box blew up", said DM, giving her a glance. She then cringed, remembering this was an agent she was talking to.
"I'm sorry, sir", she said sincerely.
"It's alright. You can call me DM", said the agent, smiling.
"I'll bet you're starving", said Kim, picking up the tray, "I - I brought you some chicken soup".
"Why, thankyou", said DM, "But I won't be able to stay long. I have to go somewhere".
"Erm - is your transport a yellow car?" asked Kim. She looked a little embarrassed now.
"Yes. Why?" asked Danger Mouse, feeling a sense of dread.
"Well - after you passed out, I saw a sort of - yellow car-like model in what was left of the debris. It had been bashed about quite badly".
Danger Mouse stared at her, then rested his head in his hands. His Mark III - destroyed.
"Now what am I going to do?" he asked.
"You can call wherever you're going from here", said Kim, "I'm sure someone can come and pick you up - can't they?"
"I hope so", said DM worriedly. He found himself looking up at Kim, at her beautiful red hair, at her sparkling green eyes...
Oh, get a grip, thought DM to himself.
"I'd better be going", said Kim, "Call me if you want me, OK?"
"Yes, alright. Thankyou" replied DM. He stared after her as she left the room. Then he lay back on the pillows, and started to drink the soup. He listened to the faraway yells of teenagers at night-clubs, and the sounds of car motors.
And tried to ignore the beating of his heart.