Oh wow, another one in this series already lol.

Maybe there will be even more, still don't know for sure yet. This one has a completely different mood from the former, but I hope at least some of you will enjoy this as well…

Disclaimer: Totally Spies isn't mine. If it was, Sam/Scam would be in everyyyyyyyy episode. :P


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Where I Belong


It felt strange, he had to admit, like stepping into an entirely different world. He couldn't say he was nervous, not really, after all he had literally walked these halls hundreds of times in the past both as an agent and a criminal.

At the top of his game in both roles.

And in both he had commanded some form of respect from everyone that lived and worked behind these walls.

But what was this feeling he was feeling right now? Like a man tired of a long journey, who had finally reached its thought to be impossible end. Like a ship that had been roughed up in a storm, knocked around in the darkness for days on end which had finally reached its harbour.

But he couldn't find the word for it, the right word anyway, for this emotion that was coursing through his veins at coming back here.

His eyes glanced up as he walked along, to try and get a clue and he saw them, agents, many of them littered throughout the corridors. They were watching him. All of them had their eyes on him.

The younger ones were looking at him with awed curiosity, and he could tell they had just begun to hear his intriguing story, how he had risen, been manipulated, betrayed, fallen then risen again while the older ones, some of which he remembered while he had been working at WOOHP in the past were giving him a whole another kind of look.

Guilt mixed with Regret.

Shame blended with Apology.

They were sorry for how they had treated him. Sorry for how they hadn't believed him, how they'd turned their backs on him and how they'd ignored his voice when he had been screaming out that he was innocent, the he'd never do anything to hurt WOOHP, the he could never even think to damage the agency that was just like a second-

His eyes narrowed as once again he failed to put a name on it. What had this agency meant to him? Why had it killed him so much to be separated from it?

A short answer to that would be everything. At that point in time he had had no family, no relatives, no one at all. All he had had was WOOHP, he was part of them, ONE of them…it had been the only sense of belonging he'd ever truly felt since that Christmas when he was barely five years old and his family was ripped from him thanks to an irresponsible, drunk driver.

His eyes sealed themselves in agony at the memory of being thrust in the care of his hateful, angry uncle; the man who despite being family had never acted as such, the one who had given him the first taste of being treated like an enemy from those very people you thought it was safe to trust, to believe in…to love.

And that was why it had cut him so deep in his core when they turned on him, when they locked him in a cell like the rest of those criminals that he himself had been fighting against, when he had been branded as one of them instead of remaining as one of them; the agents, the good, the righteous.

He had felt betrayed and he had felt hurt, mind-numbing, gut-wrenching hurt because most of all he had felt-

Orphaned.

Again.

Why? He still didn't know. WOOHP wasn't his family, Jerry was not his father yet he knew that was how he had felt when he had been fired. But he didn't get why.

Why had he felt that way? Why wasn't he just angry and humiliated? Why had he felt more than that? More of a personal blow than that?

His eyes snapped open when he felt a gentle touch on his arm and he found Sam in front of him. Smiling, she reached down and took his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers together and giving it a small, affectionate squeeze before looking into his eyes and whispering three words to him softly.

"Tim, welcome…home."

And he got his answer, he knew right then exactly where he was.

The people of this agency may not have been his blood relatives, they may have lost his trust in them right when they were about to gain it fully-

But this place…it had been his home, his refugee…where he belonged.

And glancing into Sam's faithful, loving eyes as she stood proudly smiling by his side he knew it was home once again.

Smiling faintly he tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her in his embrace, bending his head and resting his forehead on hers where it just fit into place.

He was home…because of her.

This was home…

Because of her.


I always felt I should have showed Scam's return to WOOHP as an agent after Jerry let him go for killing Sheila so he could be with Sam in The True Mission. I imagined it would be an emotional, overwhelming moment for him and the agency seeing what he'd been through and how they all played a part in causing it.

While this is a snippet, I hope I was able to capture somewhat, what it would have been like. This is how I see it being. :D

I'm not sure if the ending/part with Sam makes sense but Scam basically feels he belongs at WOOHP again after being betrayed and hurt only because he has Sam now…someone who he knows will never betray him, or doubt him or leave his side like the others did in the past.

So he can finally begin to let go of his pain and suffering and move on. :)

Love,

Cresenta's Lark