So, I'm just gonna say Tim is like 32-35 and in the past, he was hot and absolutely did not an awkward phase when he was fired in his late teens-ish. So, if Sam is 22, Tim is 10 years older. At least. Headcanon over. Ages all figured out.

Chapter 2

An Accidental Scare

Sam's POV

"Sammie?" Clover asked.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Where'd you get that necklace?" She pointed to Tim's gift.

"It was a gift from someone special." I said.

She nodded. "They have good taste."

If only she knew who she was complimenting. I smiled.

"What are we going do after classes today?" Alex asked.

"Study?" I asked.

They laughed. I felt a twinge of annoyance and a sneer about to mar my face. I breathed in and tried to get the sneer to downgrade to a frown. I succeeded.

"I was thinking of something fun." Alex smiled at me.

"Shopping?" Clover asked.

"I guess that sounds good." I said, nodding.

We finished our smoothies and went to our classes. I found that I was happier when I got to study away from Clover and Alex. It was relaxing. Maybe Tim was right. We didn't need to be attached to each other's' hips. I still love them, I do, but our lives were very interwoven as it was. I went to our dorm and we went shopping. I found some things I liked. And some things Tim would like.

We went home and had dinner. I took my necklace off and put it somewhere safe. In the morning, I found a cute outfit and we were WOOHPed.

"Morning, ladies." Jerry told us.

"It's too early for a mission." Clover whined and I had to agree with her.

"I'm sorry, girls, but something strange is happening. It seems that men and women all over the States are becoming extremely violent. Attacking anyone in sight. You must find out what's causing it." Jerry said and handed out the gadgets.

We left and went to a victim's house. We didn't find anything, but her husband said she started acting funny after she bought a new perfume. We went to the store and the sales lady said they couldn't sell it anymore. We asked to see a bottle and she reluctantly gave us one. We sent it to Jerry.

We were sent to a factory in Spain and found the person responsible. A lady named Abby wanted everyone to get hurt by their loved ones after her boyfriend suddenly snapped when she was pestering him about something.

"What happened to him?" Alex asked.

"In here." She tossed a bottle up and caught it.

"You're sick!" I yelled.

"He hurt me." She said.

"You killed him!" Clover shouted.

"I had to get the chemicals out somehow." She laughed as she released the caged people and some of them attacked us and the others attacked the affected people around them. I got away and chased after Abby. I cornered her in a lab.

"You're not getting away." I told her.

Then we fought and I was pushed into a table with chemicals on it. "No! Not that batch!"

I sprayed her with the Ice Queen Perfume and froze her in place. Jerry came and took her away. We were WOOHPed back home and we caught up on our work we missed. A few days later, we were WOOHPed again while Clover was fixing her make up by the water fountain.

"Jerry, you totally ruined my eyeliner!" She complained.

"I'm sorry, but I have good reason to believe that a drug ring operation is becoming dangerous. These, however, are not normal street drugs. These "Wild Lighting" drugs are lethally addicting and allow users to move faster than normal humans. The users also act unpredictably, but it seems that someone is manipulating them to attack police officers and the like." Jerry pointed to the screen. The victims were mauled to a bloody mess and the drug users didn't look much better, with rotting teeth and dirty faces.

"That's terrible." I frowned.

"What do we do?" Alex asked.

"You must find who is distributing the Wild Lighting and stop it." Jerry said.

"Um, Jer, these aren't like our normal villains." Clover said.

"I know. I'm allowing you to use lethal force if necessary." He sighed.

"What?" I asked.

"You never let us go for the kill!" Alex exclaimed.

"And for good reason. But these people are harming many civilians in such a short amount of time and will not stop unless we take out their key players." He gave us our gadgets and we were WOOHPed to a location where a supposed dealer was. We put on disguises and went in the alley with the suitcase we were given.

We saw him. "Are you the girls?"

"We are." I said.

"You're not wearing wires, are you?" He asked.

"Why would we? We have as much in this as you." I lied smoothly.

"Give me the case." He tried to grab the case.

"Give us the Lighting." I yanked it away.

"Your customer service skills need some work." Clover told him.

He gave us a large pill bottle. "That's it?" Alex asked.

"That's all you need. Now, where are you targeting?" He asked, looking at the money.

"Mali-U." I said.

"No go. Choose somewhere else." He shut the suitcase.

"Where can't we choose?" Alex asked.

"Newbies… Here." He pulled out a list.

We read it. There were a lot of places. I glanced at the others and they agreed. I grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him into the wall. "Tell us where you got the drugs." I growled.

"Never." He wheezed, trying to reach something.

"Rethink your answer." I scowled, punching him. "Clover, take his gun."

"Ok." She moved quickly and I was right, it was a gun. Alex gasped.

"You won't get it that easily." He smirked and I head butted him, making his nose bleed.

"You got blood in my hair." I frowned.

"Well, no shit." He scoffed and then coughed.

I dropped him on the ground and dug my heel into his stomach. I summoned the drill bit of my Titanium Drill Heel Boots, "Feel that prick? It's about to get a whole lot worse if you don't talk."

"Y-you better listen to her." Alex's voice shook.

"A high heeled boot doesn't sca- Ahhh!" He started screaming as the bit spun into his stomach.

"You want this stop, you will tell us everything you know." I lowered my heel a bit more and moved it left and right.

"I'll talk! I'll talk. Please, for the love of God, just stop!" He screamed.

"Where did you get the drugs?" I demanded.

"Another dealer. H-he texts me where to meet! H-here!" He slowly took out his phone and I tossed it Clover. She caught it.

"Why are you keeping track of attacks?" I snarled.

"So, the police won't get suspicious." He answered.

"How does it work? The attacks." I questioned.

He paused for too long and I stamped on his hand. I heard crunches and cracking. I felt a smile on my face.

"Fuck! Stop, stop! P-people ask and we let them have the amount that's need to make a user wild and they give the last pill to them when they're at the site." He explained, cradling his hand and crying.

"Sammie, can we ask some questions?" Clover asked.

"Hmm, uh, sure. Let me know if he causes any trouble." I looked at them and they shank back a little. Why would they do that?

Clover went to him. "Keep that crazy bitch away from me!"

"You're causing trouble!" I tried to go back, but Alex held me back.

"No, Sammie! Let Clover try." She shouted. Clover asked her questions and then we got Jerry to come get him.

"If you lied to us…" I hissed.

"I didn't lie! I didn't lie!" He squealed.

"Girls, what happened?" Jerry asked.

"Um…" Clover and Alex looked at each other.

"I got answers." I told him.

"Is that blood on your boot?" He pointed and I looked.

"Oh, I guess it is. You can clean it, right?" I asked.

"Sam, did anything happen on the last mission?" Alex asked urgently.

"Um, I fought with Abby and… And I was knocked onto a table of chemicals." I thought.

"We need to get you decontaminated right away." We were taken back to his office and I was whisked away to strange room and I was decontaminated.

I was given new clothes and I went back to Jerry's office. Clover and Alex hugged me. "You had us so worried!" Alex nuzzled my shoulder.

"I'm sorry. Um, what did those chemicals do to me?" I asked.

"They essentially made you violent when you got angry." Jerry said.

"I wasn't angry. Irritated, but not angry." I frowned.

"Apparently, that's close enough. Sam, you're going to take 3 days off and we'll assess you then to see if the chemical is gone. I believe it soaked into your suit. I'll also get you a new suit." He explained.

"Alright. I guess I'll see you at home." I told my friends.

"Right." Clover nodded.

I went home and studied for my History test. I thought back to a couple hours ago and found that it gave me a rush. Maybe my memory was affected by chemicals.

Sam's POV End

Tim's POV

A day later

"Rumor has it Samantha stabbed the drug dealer." Damien said. My eyes shot up.

"What?" I asked.

"Sam the spy?" Another person asked.

"Oh, yeah. She apparently used the Titanium Drill Heel Boots and started to drill into his stomach and stomped on his hand when he wouldn't answer her questions." The curly haired, mixed race man said.

"That can't be right." I frowned.

"Hey, there he is." Someone pointed.

I looked and saw a scruffy boy in a cast. I got up.

"You wanna learn the truth, huh, Tim?" He asked.

"I never asked you sit with me." I growled.

"Would you rather sit with Terrence and the lame-os?" He raised an eyebrow at me. I glared at him. He had a point.

"How did you get in here anyway?" I shook my head.

"I hacked into the security cameras and streamed the footage for two hours live. Honestly, you guys are absolutely nuts. I mean, you could have kept control of WOOHP without that whole evaporating oceans plot. Super villains…" He snorted.

"…" I sneered and went the boy.

"What do you want?" He snapped.

I grabbed his collar, "First of all, no one talks to me like that." I tossed him back and he almost left out of his seat. "Secondly, is it true?"

"What?" He asked.

"About Sam injuring you." I sighed at his thick-headedness.

"The bitch fucking smiled when she broke my hand. She smiled. The yellow one had to hold her back when she claimed I was causing trouble." Alex.

I hummed and went back to the table.

"Well?" Damien asked.

"It is." I mumbled.

"I wonder what happened." He wondered.

I'd find out. Tonight.

Tim's POV End

Sam's POV

I came back from my room. I saw a familiar figure on my bed.

"Tim, what are you doing here?" I asked, going to my bed.

"I heard a rumor that you tortured a drug dealer." He said, lying down with me.

"It wasn't my fault." I said.

"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow.

"During our last mission, I got drenched in chemicals that made me violent." I explained.

"Did Jerry fire you?" He asked.

"No, luckily. I figured out what caused it pretty quickly." I rolled over and put my hand on his cheek.

"Jerry should have been more careful." He ran his thumb over my hand.

"… Are you staying?" I asked him.

He kissed me on the lips.

"Tim, it-it felt good to hurt him." I admitted.

"Sammie… it was just your body on the chemicals." He said.

"Even after I got decontaminated?" I asked.

"… Yes." He said firmly.

"Alright." I snuggled up next to him.

"You're better than me, Sam. I want it to stay that way." He whispered in my ear.

"You're still bringing out my bad side." I told him.

"I know and I love it." He kissed my cheek.

I smiled and let myself settle into his arms.

Sam's POV End