25. Epilogue
It was the dead of night, and though many agents worked night shifts, WOOHP was eerily quiet. Everything was still, asleep, and enjoyable for ears that yearn for peace. A man in a black shirt was making his way through the most restricted hallways of the building's prison. The prisoners that were ill, and the prisoners waiting to be transferred to a more secure facility.
And the prisoners that were observed. Traitors and betrayers. Those who didn't belong in maximum security prisons, and yet could never be trusted again. He slipped his security card through the access key. After a moment, the light turned green and the doors slid open. He briefly waved at the security camera, for his friend who was working the shift, before making his way to the cells.
Most cells were large and empty, either abandoned after an inmate's' transfer, or never filled to begin with. One was filled with medical equipment, an old man sleeping on a bed, various tubes sticking in and out of his body to keep him alive. The cell next to it was elegantly decorated, a grey haired woman lounging on large bed, glancing at the unconscious neighbor from time to time. WOOHP had wanted her to know he was somewhat alright, before they would transfer her away. She barely gave the passing man a glance, her mind too furious, too active, too relieved. Planning a next impossible move. And looking after her love.
The last cell, furthest from the door, privately kept from any taunting villain, was occupied by a young Asian American woman. The room was filled with a comfortable bed, dozens of books and some light workout equipment. Nothing could break the glass walls anyway. She was sitting on the side of her bed, in contemplative sorrow, before the man caught her eye.
She stood up and gazed at him. He was far more lively than she'd seen him in the past years. And yet the captivity scarred him, painfully reminding her of her fall. His face was filled, but his eyes were still hollow. His muscles had returned and his weight was once again healthy, but as she saw him sitting in a WOOHP wheelchair, she burst into silent tears.
"I am so sorry Blaine." She whimpered, covering in her mouth in shame. "I am so, so very sorry. I … I …"
Britney didn't dare say anything else. Her apologies, though earnest, were too early and rang too empty. She knew it would take time.
"I hear you've accepted therapy?" He murmured.
She nodded.
"And drug rehabilitation?"
She nodded again.
He looked at her. At the friend who'd refused to help him. At the lover who'd helped him betray another beloved. At the person who had stood over him for years, watching his torture, his pain and his loss of a lifetime, without so much as lifting a hand to help.
She was damaged. By fear, by loss, by drugs. And he could empathize. But he doubted he could ever forgive.
"I'm in therapy too." He added. She smiled. "It helps to accept everything."
"You look good." He nodded. "How're the spies?"
Britney saw with slight sorrow that he gave a true smile. An embarrassed smile. A happiness she could only dream of, not to be obtained for many, many years.
"I'm glad you're doing well." He said, bringing their interaction to an end. "I truly hope you'll be fully better one day."
"Thank you." She whispered between tears. Pained and touched at the empathy they had all still shown towards her. "You too."
He nodded, and tore his eyes away, anger and pain brightly reflecting in the tears he didn't want to cry. Not until he was out of the prison anyway. He turned the chair around and began to roll away.
"Good luck." He said in a final call.
She heard the doors slide close again. Britney stared around the cell in silence, before reaching for a self care book. She was alone again.
Clover was frustrated. High up in the air in a lovely spy themed helicopter, she was annoyed about their waste of time.
"Like Oh my GOD WHY are we here? WOOHP has billions of agents! Why did we need to go!?"
"It's our old friend Dr. Gelee!" Alex called "You would think you of all people would want to capture him. You know considering he wanted to make you his Ice Queen."
"And we could have gone tomorrow!"
"We would lose trace of him tomorrow!" Sam called to her. "And could you not be so angry while driving a helicopter? Makes me nervous!"
"You forget Samantha Simpson that I am the best pilot. Neither wind nor sun nor storm nor rain can stop me from BEING ANNOYED!"
Sam sighed. "Clover please!"
"Do you KNOW what kind of strings I pulled to get everything you could possibly dream of? DO YOU KNOW?"
"There he is." Alex pointed on their screen.
"And here we go." Sam said smiling. Clover rolled her eyes and pressed a simple button, a large netting plummeting from the sky and into the street, latching onto the man who for several years had lived under the pseudonym Alphie Glace, now discovered to have been the believed dead Doctor Gelee.
He screamed curses and threats, but they were drowned by the roar of the helicopter. And the roar of Clover's grumbling.
"We soooooo could have sent some Junior spies to do this."
"Come on!" Sam called, "Personal connection to the case! Revenge for him being a creepy old man hitting on a teenager."
Clover rolled her eyes but couldn't deny that. He was THE creepiest of those who declared her to be their future queens. And that unfortunately happened waaaay too often.
"I don't know. That guy who tried to take over the Middle Ages was pretty bad too."
"They are ALL pretty bad." Alex concluded.
"True. None of Sam or mine tried to turn us into a She Bug."
"Ew."
"Can we go now?"
Jerry appeared on the intercom and the screen. They waved hello and Clover stuck out her tongue. Jerry had cried so much when she told him she wanted to rejoin WOOHP she still couldn't properly look him in the eye without feeling too many conflicting emotions. She had threatened him that things were to change however, if she were to stay. And he nodded in between sobs. Whispering that finally all of his dearest friends were with him again. And that he would never be a father, but the Totally Spies were more dear to him than any possible family he could imagine.
"Ladies. We're right over the location if you want to jump out, I'm sending B.O.B to drive the helicopter back to WOOHP."
Just as he said so, B.O.B appeared by the door with a jet-pack, opening the door and letting himself in.
"Still letting him swing around in the net I see. Clover you never change." He smirked.
"And you don't age Bob." She smiled, standing up from the controls and putting on her jetpack backpack. "See you in three hours?"
"Will do ladies, wouldn't miss the big ceremony for anything."
They smiled and waved as each jumped out of the door, hand in hand, screaming at the thrill.
Tim knew they'd gone on a mission. Despite it being their special day. He fixed his bow tie and stared at himself in the mirror. It was a short mission he knew. Just picking a stray baddy up. Nothing big. He fixed his bow tie again and nervously coughed.
Anything could happen, and who knows, maybe Gelee would have something planned. He was as obsessed with Clover as Terrence had been with Sam.
Jerry hadn't called or warned him about anything. He was just sitting on the right side of the men's lounging room, reading a book of old poetry and drinking tea.
He shifted his tie for a third time. Surely if Jerry was calm then everything was okay. ... But it wasn't okay! He's getting married!
"It's amusing to see you so stressed." Blaine smiled, rolling towards him.
"I'm glad you find it so funny."
Blaine only smirked, "You'll have to forgive me, but I need to get used to seeing back with WOOHP. And with Sam."
"Just like Clover. Seems like you two are a match made in heaven."
Blaine's cheeks turned a little red.
Indeed. Clover, his angel. A beautifully flawed and arrogant had helped him greatly over the past few months. With everything from finding him a new apartment, informing his parents of what had happened, to his rehab and ensuring that he went to his therapy sessions. Having to drag him by his collar, throwing him in the car and driving him herself sometimes.
"Some things you should never skip." She hissed at him.
After nearly killing Helga, Blaine's legs had given way, and had never moved again since. The WOOHP doctors, including Alex's boyfriend, hadn't found anything wrong with him. It was purely psychological. Jerry had given him paid time off and every health benefit he could possibly think of. An apology for so many years of presumed death. The two other spies came to his apartment every week, sometimes with Tim Scam and they had amusing dinners. His first time seeing Scam, he was told he reacted like Clover, launching himself off of the chair and grabbing his ankles, painfully throwing him down to the floor and pinning him. Sam had scurried to see if her fiance was hurt, Clover and Alex had fallen over with laughter.
It had taken him a few more months that he'd wanted, but Blaine waited until he felt it was right for both of them before asking Clover to date him once again. During his brief moments of consciousness as a prisoner, she had been the only thing keeping him alive. He had planned to ask her to be his girlfriend again shortly before he went missing.
So one day, after therapy and with the approval of the shrink, he took her hand in his, and asked her to give him another chance. That they could take is as slowly as she wanted, and as he wanted too. But she was the love of his life, and couldn't let her escape him again.
She'd smiled and kissed him, agreeing. But to take their time. There was no rush.
The day after he'd gone to see Britney for closure. His therapist was proud, but Blaine admitted he wasn't sure he could ever go see her again. Not without some violent reaction. Everyone understood. At least WOOHP was trying to rehabilitate her. To not make yet another enemy, to gain back an invaluable friend. Clover had told him so, admitting that she and Sam had urged for it. (Alex agreeing though rather begrudgingly.) He kissed her hand. He didn't mind.
Blaine looked back at Tim.
"So are you and Sam." He finally smiled.
Tim blushed, adjusting his bow tie once more. "Thank you."
And then they waited. In the dressing room, and at the altar. Tim standing proudly but nervously, beside the minister.
Blaine was sitting at the very front, waiting beside the empty seats that would be Clover and Alex's.
The music started and everyone turned to stare behind them, Tim suddenly stiffening.
Alex waltzed through first, her boyfriend on one arm, a WOOHP weapon's technician on the other. She was dressed in a beautiful muslin yellow gown. It was soft and supple looking. She had a green flower in her hair.
Blaine then smiled at Clover, arriving with Jerry in one arm and the other WOOHP weapon's technician in the other. Four groomsmen and two maids of honor, Tim had refused to cut his friends out of the ceremony to match the number of ladies. So Clover had acquiesced and made due. It looked lovely anyway.
The blond was wearing a soft red gown, matching Alex's, matching her WOOHP colors. A green flower in her hair. She gave Blaine a wink and positioned herself beside Alex and Jerry.
And then Sam began to walk down, though Tim had been staring only had her from the beginning. Her red hair was loosely tied into an elegant braid, pooling over her shoulders, tied with a small green rose. Her dress was long and white, the billowing skirt of a princess with elegant lace flower decorations, and her shoulders bare, highlighting a minimalist necklace Clover had chosen for the occasion, and her gift to the bride. An eternity symbol with Timothy and Samantha engraved on it.
She carried her bouquet with delicacy and advanced with grace, walking on her own as her parents were sitting in the crowd, illuminating the crowd with every joyous step she took. A small tiara decorated her hair and a beautiful smile completed her royal like look.
Clover nodded, pleased with both her decorations and choice of makeup and hair.
An outside wedding was always dangerous because of what might happen with the weather. But as she observed the couple recite their vows beside a beautiful ocean view cliff, and the sun was barely beginning to set, she smiled.
"I do," the pair whispered, smiling and leaning against each other, too happy to do anything else.
Alex leaned against her boyfriend. Jerry was sobbing silently, a handkerchief pressed to his mouth. M.O.M smiled and leaned against him.
Clover felt Blaine's hand entangle with hers.
Yes, she was wonderfully happy too.
XXXxxXXX
And it's done! Thank you so much to every single one of my readers! I may have started writing this for my own fun but it was definitely you guys who pushed me to finish it, albeit slowly! Very very slowly hahaha ^^
Side note: it was brought to my attention that some people copy & paste comments from other stories and then post them as their own. I'm just sharing the news to persuade people not to do that, because it should be from the heart! And the love!
Anyway, thank you so much everyone for reading my silly little story. It was really fun to write, and super fun to reader other fanfics. I loved Totally Spies since it first came on French TV and I never stopped! I got back into watching it (yes as a grown up) a few years ago when I saw they had episodes on YouTube, it became my gym routine! I loved everything about it. The different and diverse, and all super strong female leads, the super feminine gadgets that were so fun! And over course my still persistant wish that one day X Powders will happen heeheee.
Hopefully I'll have more fanfic ideas but not for now!
Thank you and muchos besos!
Love, MelDGirl :) 3