Hey Everyone, I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a loooong while, and I want to the thank the people who asked me to update, especially MAHI, because it did help me get out of the funk I was having with this story. FYI: This is NOT the full chapter, it's actually the first third of a long chapter that I'm still writing, the rest of which should be up in four days or so. I just wanted to release this bit to let people know I didn't give up on the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Totally Spies, it is property of Marathon Inc-the awesome people who will be bringing us Totally Spies season 6. OMG, I CAN'T WAIT.
"I… don't understand, Dean…" Sam couldn't believe what she was hearing, she was in utter shock. Why would WOOHP still have research provided by Tim Scam, of all people? Scam—who had tried to overthrow the organization countless times and kill all of them twice as many.
Dean had gone quiet, a little red in the face and unable to face Sam. He felt as though somehow this had been his fault, and perhaps it was, seeing as he has looked over Tim Scam's extensive research several times to help drive his own lab work and experimental prototypes. But how was he going to explain this to Sam? He'd wished that this was something Jerry had told her before, so as not to leave it upon him, Dean, to break the heavy news to her. And now, she had found out in the worst possible way. What was she thinking, he wondered. How is she going to react after this? But he didn't have long to contemplate on the matter, as Tim Scam was never one to give up the opportunity of kicking someone when they were down, and right now, Sam was at a very low point.
As Scam analyzed the redhead's face he saw that her confused expression had been taken over by a pensive thoughtfulness. Probably trying to justify the whole thing, isn't she? Too bad, Samantha. Jerry didn't turn out to be as idealistic as you thought he was, huh? Yet still, he could tell that something in her face hated the idea that WOOHP relied on Scam even in the remotest way. He smiled to himself, happy that Sam understood full well what that meant and he felt himself have the tiniest shred of pity for her. Not everything comes up roses, did it? Not even the self-declared righteous WOOHP and its head. "What's wrong, Sam?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow and half smirk. "Shocked that good ole' Jerry decided my research was too invaluable to give up, despite how much grief I've given WOOHP and to you and your friends?"
She shot up at him with an incredulous look, her mouth still unable to say anything concrete in defense of WOOHP's actions because she herself didn't think they were right. She turned away from Scam and Dean, the latter of which had had his eyes fixated on her, waiting to hear what she would say, but then turned to leave in the opposite direction because he was sure she didn't want to discuss anything at the moment—she still needed time to digest.
As she walked out of that particular section of archives and shelves, Scam called after her, "What's wrong Sam, cat got you sharp tongue?" but she didn't turn back to answer him or pause at what he said, she just continued on her way, away from the two men.
As she went into another section of books right ahead of the one she previously occupied, she heard Scam's voice again, this time calling to Dean to inquire about his work. "Hey kid, about my research…" To which Dean replied half-heartedly, "yeah, um, it was re-shelved some time ago… I'll have to look for it…" His weakened voice trailed off and left an ache in Sam's chest. He, too, was at a loss.
She leaned against the shelves of archives, the weight of the heavy oak wood and its contents able to easily withstand the weight she exerted upon them. Her mind drifted to her talk with Jerry before coming to the archives and she began to wonder if Jerry was lying about the reasons why she wasn't allowed full access to the archives' restricted area. Was it really a matter of being fair to everyone, or did he want to keep certain contents a secret from WOOHP's spies, especially her, who would begin to doubt his principles.
No, she thought, this isn't right, she couldn't possibly believe that Jerry was anything but the wholly good mentor she knew him to be. It wasn't fair to condemn him for a tiny little shortcoming, especially when he hadn't been given the chance to justify his actions.
She was brought out her thoughts, then, when she heard footsteps coming down the long section of archives. She turned to see Dean, who had caught her eye, give her a tight, apologizing smile. She couldn't help but return it seeing as he wasn't the one to blame for her state. She would talk to Jerry about this, soon.
As the distance between them grew several meters, she'd caught sight of Scam, who came after him in a search for his prized research. "Sam!" he roared, though out of earshot from Dean. "There you are! Honestly, I expected you to have run off to a corner somewhere crying, but I guess not." He laughed, "always the brave trooper, aren't you?"
She turned her head to look at Dean, but he was too far gone to defend her crumbled state. She realized, then, that Scam wasn't someone she could ever make the mistake of showing weakness to and confidently declared, "You've heard the saying, haven't you?" she said, walking towards him. "You must have," she paused beside him on her way out, "He who laughs last laughs the hardest."
"Are you suggesting I should store my energy 'til the end when you I've reduced everything to ashes?"
"Is that a threat?" She tried to keep her cool, seeing as every word that came out her mouth struggled to break free from her earlier, staggered speech. "Because, to me, it sounds like you have no intention of keeping a clean slate."
He looked outraged. "I wouldn't dream of doing anything, Samantha. After this is all over, I plan on being a straight-laced office worker. You know, the type that folds his socks?"
She smirked with hateful eyes. "I actually hope you do commit a crime after all this, even if it's just petty theft, because then, we'll have all the reason we need to throw you back in your old, cold cell."
Returning to his amused self, he smirked down to her. "You're just waiting then?"
"So are you, I'm sure."
"For what?" he asked innocently.
"You know what. Revenge."
With that, she moved to leave until he caught her off guard by grasping her shoulder tightly, nearly throwing her off balance, and leaning in towards her ear, bringing his voice to a low growl. "You'll be the first to go, sweetheart." Finally being able to nudge out of his grasp, Sam left with a mix of anger and terror on her face and a violent murmur in her chest. She knew he meant what he said. She also knew she couldn't tell anyone.
Well, I can't say that that was a "on-the-edge-of-your-seat" chapter but I'm going to blame that on the fact that this is only the beginning of the full chapter.
But, as always, please do COMMENT AND REVIEW! I would really like to know if people are enjoying the story thus far or could tell me the problems they're having with it.
Also, I've been spending my fanfic writing time on another TS Sam/Scam story, which should also be up in a few days.
Anyways, bye for now,
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