So … I'm on a bit of a roll with this series, aren't I?

Still writing Proposal! I just woke up with this idea in my head this morning so I wrote it out since I was free. Hope y'all like it!

Some notes!

Spazzie/Sammie: Aww it made my day that my shoutout made you happy. It's the least I could do :)

Thank you everyone for all the reviews on the last one! I may just have to write more of Scam being jealous somewhere haha xD

Disclaimer: One day I'll be rich and then I'll buy TS and make every episode a Sam/Scam one. *cackles*


.:.19.:.

Say My Name


"Where ... where am I?" Sam asked herself, her mind in a haze as her consciousness slowly returned to her. The last thing she remembered was landing in Paris this morning with her husband for their latest WOOHP mission. But the details of the mission were now lost to her. Why had Jerry sent them here?

Closing her eyes she tried to focus but the sting of pain in her left arm wouldn't let her. Why was her arm hurting. Opening her eyes she looked at where she felt the pain and gasped when she saw it as clear as day, a needle hole in her flesh.

Then slowly it started rushing back to her. She had been fighting alongside Tim against this group that had attacked them out of nowhere while they had been investigating. A group dressed in white clothing with black horizontal stripes, red suspenders, and their faces were painted a powdery-

Wait ...

Her eyes widened in realization as the attire they'd worn gave her a key clue. They had been dressed as typical mimes. Suddenly a sinking feeling came over her and at the same time she noticed that she couldn't move.

Her eyes moving wildly she saw now why that was. She was held prisoner against a wall. Her hands and feet shackled tightly while her body was in an "X" shape. Oh God, she'd been abducted! And she had a really bad feeling she knew exactly by whom.

Her suspicion was confirmed just a moment later when a male voice with a heavy French accent broke the silence.

"We meet again ... Miss Spirit Fingers."

"Jazz Hands!" Sam screeched glaring automatically when the heinous villain she'd faced numerous times before finally showed himself to her.

He stood before her dressed in his usual outfit: Black tailcoat with maroon pants and bow-tie, white gloves and dress shirt. Lastly, a gaudy top hat with matching trim. His face bore white paint, black eye makeup and bright red lipstick that was on the lips that pulled into a lecherous grin as he eyed her hungrily.

With one look she could tell exactly what he wanted from her and it sickened her. She'd already turned him down in the past, but clearly he was one of those bastards that couldn't take no for an answer from a girl, something that was made obvious with his next words to her.

"This time you will be mine ... Miss Spirit Fingers."

Glaring daggers that were the equivalent of bullets at him Sam hissed at him enraged. "My name is Samantha. SAMANTHA! And I already told you once didn't I? That you can keep dreaming but you will NEVER have me as YOUR queen!"

Huffing angrily, she went on. "And that's MRS. not MISS! I am married now!" She screamed giving him a reality check.

"Oh I heard that you were," he said pausing to dramatically raise a hand to his face as if to wipe away tears that were falling and keep them from ruining his face paint. "And it broke my heart. It did so badly. That you married a criminal no less! How could you!"

He began to rant looking at her with disappointed and upset eyes conveying to her he wasn't happy with what she'd gone and done since the time he'd last seen her and told her he wanted her. "How dare you!" He shouted now, brown eyes glaring and deeply wounded. "How could you turn me down to marry another villain?! If you wanted to be with one of those, what was so wrong with me?!" He whined almost childishly.

Sam rolled her eyes before spitting at him the truth that he seemed to ignore when it came to the question of her ever agreeing to be his. "Simple," she snapped. "I have no feeling for you. None! NEVER HAVE and NEVER WILL!"

She relished the way he frowned when she said those words and hoped to God that he'd finally get it through his thick skull that no matter what stunt he pulled he'd never have her. When he fell silent she spoke again wanting him to stop this nonsense and release her while he still had the chance to do so.

"Now let me go before my husband hunts you down and kills you," she warned him knowing Tim would find her soon enough and when he did, Jazz Hands was going to regret ever doing this.

But for some reason Jazz Hands didn't seem to process her threat and simply waved a hand at her airily before smiling from ear to ear.

"Oh you'll have feelings for me soon enough my dear."

Sam's eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he said that. Had he kidnapped her to try and woo her again? Ugh! Did he not get that she had no interest in him so nothing he ever did would make her like him like that?

But she froze in her place when she saw him pull a gray sheet off a large object that had been sitting in the middle of the tower. Something she hadn't paid attention to before but now her jaw dropped when she saw it.

It was some kind of giant ray-gun. One that he was now adjusting and pointing at her. Focusing on his last words and then the ray she soon put two and two together and starting panicking while horror filled her.

"You ... you're gonna hypnotize me to fall in love with you?!" She cried in disbelief. Sure he had been sick enough in the past to do it to turn her into a mime when he discovered she'd been faking but to do it to force her to fall for him? When she was married to another man? This was going too far.

"I'm MARRIED you lowlife piece of scum! MARRIED!" She shouted vehemently, trying to make him see reason.

But he dismissed her with a small laugh. "I do not care. You are meant for me. Only me!" He declared before hitting the button on the gun and firing it right at her.

"Ahhh!" Sam screamed as the red beam hit her head on. She twisted in her restraints battling to get free and escape but it was no use and soon the light absorbed itself into her skin. A moment later she opened her eyes which were now glassy and tinged with a hue of darkness.

Rubbing his hands together greedily, Jazz hands grinned, pleased at his plan coming to fruition. At long last, his Miss Spirit Fingers was his.

"Now tell me, Miss Spirit Fingers soon to be Mrs. Spirit Hands ... Who do you love?" He urged wanting to hear her say his name with her pretty pink lips. To hear her tell him she belonged to him and him alone. "Tell me his name. Go on ... say it."

A moan left her lips as her pupils remained dilated. She opened her mouth and slowly began to recite his name in response.

"Ja... Jaz..."

And he let out a maniacal laugh, patting himself on the back and thinking that he'd done it. He'd made his desired redhead his queen.

But he stopped dead when suddenly the name leaving her lips changed from his into another one entirely.

"...Tim."

"WHAT?!" He nearly barked in shock not believing this was happening.

But his little outburst broke Sam out of her controlled state and soon she glared embers at him once more. "I said I love Tim. Tim! Tim! Tim! TIM!" She started shouting loudly over and over leaving him to throw a temper tantrum.

"No! You're mine!" Jazz Hands growled throwing his top hat to the floor to shed some of his pent up frustration with her. "Stop saying his name!"

"Make me!" Sam spat leaving him grumbling at he raced over to his hypnosis ray and started fiddling with it to try and make it work on her.

And watching him do that Sam decided to taunt him further. "And if TIMMMMMMMMMMM," she drawled, deliberately dragging out her husband's name on her tongue solely to torment him. "Had built that thing, it would actually work!"

"SILENCE!" He roared now jumping up and down. But soon a loud boom was heard and one of the four walls collapsed and crumbled into dust. And just seconds later, a very pissed off looking, brown haired, sea green eyed male entered from behind the wreckage with a murderous look plastered all over his face

"Tim!" Sam shouted his name joyfully and Jazz Hands scowled at hearing her saying it again.

Saying nothing, Scam quickly assessed the situation. He was relieved that his Sammie appeared to be okay but soon realized just what had been going on here. His gaze fell on the ray gun in the center of the room and how it was pointed at Sam and as he stood there he rapidly made a startling realization about the man who had carried his wife off while he had been occupied with his cronies.

He ... was Jazz Hands.

Who else would dress so ridiculously? Even Jerry had better fashion sense than THAT. Sam had mentioned him to him a few times in passing because of what he'd done to her. He had been tempted to track him down and make him pay but Sam had assured him it wouldn't be necessary, that news of her wedding would surely make him lose interest in her, but now it seemed she had been wrong.

Eager to kill him dead, Scam started advancing towards him only to pause when Jazz Hands pointed what appeared to be a black magician's wand at him.

"Stay right where you are!" He threatened and for a moment, he did. He stood and waited for the wand to do something to him, to shoot at him or explode towards him, but it didn't.

Annoyed now, Scam rolled his eyes and held up his hands as if pretending to take cover behind them.

"Or what?" He inquired, raising an eyebrow pointedly. You're gonna mime me to death?"

His words drew an amused giggle from his wife and he couldn't held but smile at that as Jazz Hands shot a hot glare at her and then him before going on.

"No, I'll fight you!" He shouted, pointing the thing at him again like a sword even though it clearly was nothing but a useless wooden prop. "I'm not scared of you!"

Blinking at him in a lost way, Scam could not help but wonder why he wasn't. Did he know anything about him? About just who he'd messed with? If he did and was daring to pull this nonsense he was either extraordinarily brave or exceedingly stupid. But which one was it? His curiosity only lasted a moment more when Jazz Hands spoke again in his Parisian drawl.

"You're a reformed criminal! You're not dangerous! That's why she married you!" He screamed pointing at Sam and knowing that was why she had gone for him. He wasn't a threat no more, no longer a danger to anyone and thus he had no reason to fear him.

He was more than willing, eager even to take on Sam's little lover boy and win her from him fair and square. To show her she had been wrong to choose a sissy over a real man who never changed himself just to win a girl.

Listening to him say that Scam's eyes went wide in disbelief at just how misinformed this one was. Annoyed with Jazz Hands now calling him a pansy among other choice words, his gaze went to Sam's and he gave her a look. A look that she translated as him saying:

"Can I please? Just this once?"

She noticed how Tim was clenching his fists and nearly shaking from the adrenaline that was pumping through his veins begging to be unleashed. And she knew just what he was asking her permission for.

Soon she gave it to him with a subtle nod and small smirk on her lips because she was seriously sick of Jazz Hands and wanted him to learn his lesson. Might as well unleash Tim on him because she was tired of trying everything else.

Getting the approval he wanted from his wife, Scam smirked in delight and not two seconds later Jazz Hands was left screaming in alarm when he was picked up by his throat and savagely slammed headfirst into a wall.

In the following fifteen minutes, Tim took great pleasure in pummeling him black and blue and breaking as many bones of his that he could get away with under the ruse of Jazz Hands having unfortunately fallen from a great height while resisting arrest, the plausible lie he'd already chosen to cover this beating up with to Jerry when he debriefed them.

Satisfied with his work when he barely moved anymore and just lay there moaning in pain, Scam went over and freed his wife from captivity.

Smiling as she pulled herself off the wall now unchained and straight into his arms, she hugged Tim for a long moment, savoring the moment before reluctantly separating from him and going over to Jazz Hands to inspect his damages.

"Well I'd say he's down and out," She commented looking at the pulpy and bloody mess that was once a man. "Let's call Jerry," she smiled locating her X-powder in her pocket to call WOOHP and end this mission already. Only to be stopped by her husband who came over to her and shook his head.

"Not just yet," He whispered before taking her gadget and putting it in the folds of his black trench coat leaving her to look at him in wonder as to why he'd done that.

"Tell me what's the one thing that Clown Hands here hates most in the world," he inquired feeling that even though he'd pounded him mercilessly, that he hadn't quite gotten enough revenge on him. He wanted to add something more. A finishing touch. Something that he'd never ever forget.

"The art of mime dying out I guess, " Sam replied filling Tim in on Jazz's obsession, his reason to be a villain and laughing a little at how dumb it was and how idiotic she knew Tim, once an evil mastermind would find it.

"But as of late... " she admitted, remembering just how badly he'd thrown a hissy fit each time she'd done it. "It seems to be my saying your name."

Tim's eyes lit up in interest immediately. "Oh? He doesn't like it when you do that, huh?" He mused to himself while a very large, and totally demonic looking smirk spread across his face like a wildfire.

Sam stared at her husband in silence as she read his expression. She knew Tim, and he only looked that way when he'd come up with some seriously dastardly plan to make someone pay for upsetting him.

"What are you up to?" She started to ask not being able to figure it out on her own.

Only to gasp when Tim answered her by suddenly pulling her to him by her waist and taking her lips in a blazing kiss that was passionate enough to easily rival even the raciest of romantic films that had ever been made.

For a moment Sam was stiff as she blushed deeply remembering that they had an audience right now but soon she melted against him and kissed him back, unable to resist her beloved husband in any way.

She fluttered her eyes, mewling in satisfaction and wrapped her arms around his neck as he slowly walked her back into the wall behind her, the one directly in front of where Jazz Hands lay.

He deepened their lip-lock as his fingers located the zipper of her green spy-suit and yanked it down all the way before moving on to himself and unzipping his pants and pulling down at his boxers. Next he lifted up her bra and freed her luscious breasts then trailed his hand lower and tugged at her lace panties before parting them aside to reveal her to him fully.

Finally his hand reached into his pocket and grabbed something he always kept on hand in case he couldn't resist his lovely wife until they got home and behind closed doors. When he was ready he lifted Sam up, wrapping her legs tight around his waist and positioning her.

Then he broke their kiss and paused there just for a fleeting moment to turn his head over his shoulder and glance behind him at Jazz Hands who was watching them as he lay there with his mouth wide open in shock and eyes about to pop right out of their sockets.

He was clearly seeing where this was going.

Pleased with that knowledge, Scam gave him a teasing wink coupled with a ruthless smirk letting him know that yes, that was exactly what was about to happen right before his eyes before turning back around and thrusting deeply inside his wife's waiting entrance leaving the mime villain freaking out in the background, wailing and screaming as her endless moans of "Tim" soon filled the air and he was helplessly forced to listen to every last one of them.


Poor.

Poor.

Jazz Hands. xD

I honestly feel like Scam would definitely be kinky enough to do that though! xD

Anyway! *returns to writing her chapter update*

Oh and I just wanted to say if you have an idea for a Moment snippet or anything, PLEASE feel free to suggest it and I'll be happy to try to write it out! :)

Loveeeee,

Cresenta