Title: Clue! (Kyle XY style)
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: Pretty general, but leans towards Jessi/Kyle and Andy/Josh. LOTS of ships though.
Summary: It's not just a game anymore. A Kyle XY fic adapted to the movie! A bit OOC.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kyle XY or Clue, BUT I insist on writing this crossover fic with no law suits on my arse! I merely own my imagination. Er… and I suppose this fic.
A/N: We have made it to chapter 2! Yay! I think these stories are easier to remember and continue when people offer you cake. :P
News Additions to the character chart:
The Cop: Stephen Trager
Mrs. Ho (the cook): Nicole Trager
I kinda hate to kill of Trager Parenting. Er… did I say kill off? Is this a possible spoiler? Perhaps. Unless my diabolical plan twists them into the murderers! Oh my:P ENJOY. [Title of this chapter is from a song played often in the movie
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Chapter 2- Life Could Be a Dream
Foss ignored the presence of his tight-lipped boss. Mr. Baylin just stared at the members of his little blackmail tea party with indifference. Professor Kyle looked at him in a deep curiosity, this man; this man looked so much- like himself. It struck him as such an oddity!
The buttling butler let out a tiny ahem before reading from his note, "On the bottom of your box is a note stating clear evidence of each one of your unpaid for secrets. To keep these secret for the extending years, a payoff must be arranged for silence. If you do not pay up in the next month…"
Foss looked around worried, "I assure you. The things you hide will be on TV in no time."
Mr. Baylin smiled rather smugly, and continued to lean back in his chair without speaking one word of his own.
"Tom Foolery!" huffed Mrs. Amanda, "I'm innocent! So innocent!"
"Oh shut up!" blared Miss Lori.
"Your just jealous because I don't run a-"
Mrs. Amanda paused, and stopped. Lori folded her arms angrily, and let out a retort,
"I do believe that is not much of a secret!"
"OH REALLY?" asked Colonel Declan with a shifty grin.
"Shush! I'm trying to be blackmailed here, and I don't need to hear about what my sister does… in her spare time. Besides, I have most of it on camera anyway. If Lori was sensitive to blackmail I'd be a millionaire right now," defended Mr. Josh with a confident grin.
Finally Baylin spoke up, "You might be surprised."
Josh's eyes widened. Foss looked around and spotted Miss Jessi looking out the window calmly.
"You've done a good job, Foss."
"Thanks, sir."
Baylin stood up and the lights flickered.
Flickered once.
Twice.
Again.
Pitch black. A gun shot. A scream.
The lights turned back on, and Mr. Baylin was spread against the floor with a gun wound to his chest. The blood bubbling to the surface ruining his good shirt.
Professor Kyle ran to the body and felt his pulse, "He's dead!"
He shook his head in dismay.
"What happened! What happened! What happened!" yelled Mrs. Jessi- who hid behind the couch with Mrs. Amanda. The two were clinging to one another in complete fear.
The colonel was shaking in his fancy boots.
Mr. Josh and Foss were looking around in alarm.
"COLONEL!" yelled Mr. Josh, "You had the damn revolver!"
Declan jumped back… "No, no, no! Not me! It was not me!"
Miss Lori was clutching a pillow with her arms, squeezing it tightly. She looked over the couch at Mrs. Amanda.
"Y-you… did YOU scream?"
Mrs. Amanda shook her head.
"I-I did!" admitted Jessi.
"Here, this will calm you."
Declan ushered her over to the scotch and poured her a glass. She took a light sip, it being her first taste of alcohol.
"NO! WHAT IF IT'S POISONED!" exclaimed Foss.
Miss Jessi screeched again and dropped the glass. The professor walked over soothingly and pulled and arm around her waist.
"It's okay, Jessi, it's okay… it's not poisoned. I'm sure of it!"
"Wait! Is everyone here?" asked Foss.
"What about Hillary?" wondered Miss Lori.
"Oh no! Hillary!"
They heard another scream, and rushed to the library. At the door, they saw Hillary holding herself scared. Colonel Declan went to her side to give her a pat on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry, dear."
"Are you okay?"
"I just heard a scream!"
Miss Jessi gave a sheepish smile, "That was me."
"WE NEED EVERYONE IN ONE ROOM! MR. BAYLIN IS DEAD!" ordered Foss.
"What!? Monsieur Baylin?"
"He croaked," Josh continued, "Got shot by the revolver in the…"
"What room was that? Private study?"
They led her towards the room, but half way through their speedy walk Hillary remembered something.
"What about Mademoiselle Nicole?"
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On the way to the kitchen, they all looked around at one another with suspicion. Asking themselves who killed Mr. Baylin and secretly a little relieved to see the end to this whole blackmailing debacle.
"What's your role in this?" Kyle asked Foss.
"I was a victim… my wife… died in a drunk driving accident… she… she…"
Foss stopped, his eyes brimming with tears, "Had friends who were socialists!"
They all gasped.
"Well, we all make mistakes."
Miss Amanda handed him a handkerchief from her pocket and gave him a sympathetic pat on the back. Foss smiled at the kind gesture.
"He threatened to turn her in. WE BECAME SLAVES! Mr. Baylin threatened to tell the un-American committee unless she gave them names. She refused, and so he blackmailed her- and by extension me! We are here to buttle for the rest of our lives. Except hers didn't last long enough… and too make a long story short…"
"Too late," groaned Mr. Josh.
The kitchen was indeed… buttled. Very tidy and organized. They investigated high and low, cabins and tables. Kyle looked over at a large freezer, and turned around.
A large table fell onto him and he collapsed onto the tile floor.
"ACK!"
The group gasped in horror and the late chef, and quickly helped Kyle up.
Miss Jessi screamed again. This time, Mr. Josh gave her a pat on the shoulder and then turned to carry the dead body.
"Poor thing, such a good cook," complimented Mrs. Amanda.
"C'mon now, let's bring her to the study," ordered Foss.
"WHAT?" demanded Mrs. Amanda.
Foss struggled for words, lost in his own confusion, "We can't leave her here. It's indecent."
Together, they brought the dead Mrs. Nicole to the study.
"How could this have happened?" whined Miss Jessi.
"I don't know!" yelped Kyle.
"How did the murderer get past us? I could have sworn we were all together!" agreed Miss Lori.
Once they were in the hallway (lobby) again, they saw Mr. Baylin's body hanging floppily on the floor.
"Damn. And I'd just washed these floors," pouted Foss.
They rushed over and Kyle felt his pulse, "Yep. Dead."
"Look! It's a candle stick wound."
"Or a wrench…"
"I'm sick of this tom foolery!" yelled Mrs. Amanda in panic.
"I'm LEAVING!" yelled Miss Jessi.
She ran to the door, but Foss grabbed her by the arm.
"NO! Not until we solve this! No one can leave! It has to be someone here!"
"Damn, I thought that'd work," Jessi sighed and helped them bring Mr. Body back to the study.
They all sat and looked around in e
