Hello there. This is my first TS fic (duh). I haven't seen a lot of the episodes so I'm not up to par with everything… anyway, on with the fic. No flames please.
Clover was bored.
She stared listlessly at the clock on the classroom wall while Mrs. Dullard, her history teacher, talked endlessly about the American Civil War and its repercussions on the country's history. "Who cares?" the blond thought grumpily. "That was soooo long ago. Besides, they didn't have anything important then – like malls and dance clubs! Or beauty salons!"
She grinned slightly to herself. "That reminds me… when the bell rings and this crappy class is history, I'm gonna head to the mall to do some serious shopping! I need to forget all this garbage!"
She sat listlessly through the last ten minutes of class, unwillingly wrote down the homework assignment and then hurriedly left the classroom. She wanted to catch the first bus to the mall before her brain exploded from hearing too much useless history facts.
Later, at the mall, she sighed in relief as she sipped a Coke and checked out the after-school crowd. There were lots of guys around, some of whom were giving her the once-over. She smiled coyly and took another sip of her drink. She was in her element; flirting came so naturally to her, besides shopping and being popular. Especially being popular; that was one thing her rival, next-door neighbor Mandy, could never buy with her wads of cash. No wonder she hates my guts, Clover giggled to herself.
She put down her empty soda can and studied the boys again; two of them looked like definite date material. She winked at one of them and he gave her a big grin, revealing rows of teeth hugged by shiny braces. Ugh, she thought.
Clover turned and fixed her attention on the other boy. He gave her a smile, which thankfully was braces-free. I'll try my luck with him, but I want to freshen up first before turning on the ol' Clover charm, she thought. Getting to her feet, she eased her way through a crowd of students who had just arrived in the food court, wondering loudly what to eat. Clover walked around a wall and went to the ladies' room. She looked in the mirror and took out her comb.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A tunnel opened up under her feet and she tumbled into it, screaming. As the hole closed up behind her another girl opened the washroom door; she heard the scream and looked around fearfully. But there was nobody to be seen. Shrugging, she went into an empty stall and locked the door.
THUMP!
Clover landed on the couch with a muffled yelp. She sat up, shaking her fist at her boss, Jerry, while she pushed her tousled hair out of her eyes. "Jerry, how could you do this to me? I had a guy all lined up for the evening! I was just about to –"
THUMP! THUMP!
"YEOWCH!"
"Whoops, sorry, Clover!" "Sorry about that, Clover!"
The blond sighed heavily as she lay squashed under her two friends, Alex and Sam. Doubtless they'd also been summoned from wherever they were to take part in their latest mission. Whatever it was. Though Clover was certain it couldn't be as exciting as scoring another date. I was so close! she thought angrily.
"Now that you're all here, ladies, I have a mission for you," Jerry said.
"Yeah, like we didn't figure that out yet," Clover muttered.
Jerry frowned at her, got up from his desk and walked towards the window. Behind him Sam and Alex moved aside, yanking Clover into an upright position. She grunted at them as she tried to smooth her hair. "We've been getting reports of young people going missing from a certain nightclub in New York City-"
"New York? Woo-hoo! Finally a case worth investigating!" Clover shouted, pumping her fist in the air. Alex and Sam glared at her while Jerry sighed. "You will fly over there this evening and check out the club in question. It's in Soho and –"
"Soho? YES! This couldn't get any better!" Clover squealed, getting off the couch and doing cartwheels around the room. Her two friends looked at her and sweatdropped while Jerry frowned. "If you don't mind, Clover, I'm not finished yet."
"Huh? Oh yeah, sure, Jerry. Sorry about that." Clover gave her boss a big grin as she sat down on the couch again. The older man folded his arms. "It may be a bit… unusual for you spies, but I don't think any harm will come to you. In any event G.L.A.D.I.S. will provide you with some gadgets which may come in useful."
"Unusual? What's so unusual about New York? The nightlife! The shopping! The celebrities! I am SO stoked about this mission, Jerry!" Clover said, bouncing on the couch. Her boss' lips curled into a thin smile. "It didn't sound like it at first."
"It didn't? Oh, I was! I knew when I got her it would be the best assignment ever!" Clover squealed while her Alex and Sam rolled their eyes. Jerry rolled his eyes, too. "I wish you were as enthused for every assignment you have. G.L.A.D.I.S.?"
A vent in the ceiling opened and robot arms descended from WOOHP's resident artificial intelligence unit. "First, some anti-pheromones," she said, handing three small bottles to Sam.
Clover raised an eyebrow. "Whaddaya mean anti-pheromones? We want stuff to attract guys, not repel them!"
"Reflecting collapsible metal helmets," G.L.A.D.I.S. went on calmly as though Clover didn't even exist. She gave the three metal packages to Alex, who studied them and scratched her head. "And last but not least…"
The robotic arm handed three outfits to Clover. The teenager looked at them and grinned. "NOW we're talking! Clubbing outfits!"
"They look kind of, um… weird," Sam offered, spotting metal studs. Clover shrugged and smiled broadly. "Who cares? We got our party outfits and we're headed to New York! What could be better?"
"Nothing, I suppose," sighed Jerry. "Goodbye, girls, and good luck."
