Hi all! :D

With fall officially here, I thought I'd write a last little ode to summer with this special moment.

Shoutouts to Sammie/Spazzie for suggesting a Graduation Moment and SapphireGauntlet for an idea also mentioned in this! Thank you both so much :)

Again feel free to request any others you guys would like to see!

Disclaimer: If TS was mine every ep would feature Tim Scam. It doesn't so obviously the show does not belong to me. xD


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The Getaway


Her ears perked up the second she heard a round of applause distinct from the rest. Looking around her eyes lit up when she saw the man standing off to the side of the crowd smiling with pride clear as day in his sea green gaze as he clapped for her.

"Tim!" Sam screamed joyfully, tossing away her graduation cap and black robe before she ran over to him grinning from ear to ear. His open arms received her as her body met his in an embrace.

"Congrats Sammie, I'm sooo proud of you," he murmured into her red hair, crossing his arms around her waist and hugging her back tightly making her beam from head to toe.

She'd worked so incredibly hard to graduate and even more to finish at the top. She now held an academic record that no one ever had before her. She'd made history for scoring the best grades ever recorded in Beverly Hills High and now Malibu University, and she'd done it all while balancing being a spy and a student. It had taken everything she'd had in her but she was so happy to have pulled it off.

Breaking the hug a moment later Tim leaned her back a bit as he looked her in the eye, a smile on his face as he watched his beloved looking beyond radiant in the sparkling sapphire gown she'd chosen for the momentous occasion while her face shone with the pride and joy that only came with the accomplishment of achieving a big life dream.

"I think you deserve a special something for all your hard work, don't you?" Lovingly tucking a loose strand of his wife's hair behind her ear, his smile widened. "So ask me for anything and it's yours."

"Anything?" Sam asked in wonder only to have him nod at her. "Anything."

Pausing in thought she asked herself what it should be. Knowing Tim, the sky was the limit. She could ask him for a diamond necklace, a brand new car and he'd make it happen but ... she didn't really want anything material. He already spoiled her too much in that regard.

More than anything she prized him and being able to be with him, something that had taken a bit of a backseat due to all the studying and the rest of her time being occupied by WOOHP. Even though they were spy partners, being together on the havoc of missions was hardly ... being together. In the last few months she had severely missed her husband.

Having made up her mind she told him that if she could truly have anything her heart desired, then more than anything she would like some time away. Even just a weekend to relax and recharge. With no cares, no schedules, and no WOOHP getting in the way; just him and her alone preferably in some tropical paradise where she could just enjoy being with her husband.

"You want a weekend getaway for your grad gift? That's all?" Tim confirmed and she nodded smiling happily at the thought of two full days, a Saturday and Sunday where she could do whatever she pleased with the love of her life with no interruptions.

But her smile faltered suddenly, something he immediately noticed as he lifted her chin with his index finger. "What's wrong?" He asked concerned at the sudden downward shift in her mood.

"…It's not possible," Sam mumbled. "Clover, Alex, and I already tried asking Jerry if he'd allow us some time off after graduation and he said no." Sighing she explained further. "He said he couldnt' allow all his best agents to go off frolicking like that. That WOOHP and the world would fall apart if he did."

Watching her frown Tim shook his head as if to tell her not to be upset as he gathered up her face in his palms and made her look him in the eye. "Well I don't know about Clover or Alex... but YOU my love are going on that weekend getaway," he said firmly with nothing but promise in his voice.

And the look on his face... it was so determined… so confident, as though he had absolutely no doubt that this would happen for her.

"Tim... what are you upto?" Sam asked, unable to help but be suspicious of her husband now. How could he be so sure?

But he offered her nothing as he smiled charmingly, wrapped his arms around her shoulders, kissed her forehead, and just whispered slyly...

"You'll see darling... You'll see."


A long sigh left Sam's lips as she stood there on high alert in a dark warehouse in full spy gear. It hadn't even been a full day since her graduation and here she was, on yet another mission for WOOHP and Jerry.

Seeing Tim signalling at her with his fingers for her to proceed into the room where dim lighting was pouring out of the crack under the door first and he'd follow, Sam nodded okay and cautiously tiptoed forwards.

Finding the door unlocked, she bit her lip as she slowly pushed it open and cringed when it creaked. She waited for a long moment straining her ears for any movement coming from within the room before stealthily entering it.

Putting on her Heat Sensor 6000 Infrared Motion Detector Sunglasses she scanned left and right but saw no one. The room appeared to be totally empty.

Suddenly her left ear twitched as she thought she heard very light footsteps. And they were coming ... from right behind her.

"...Tim?" Was her first thought, deducing that it may be him who had caught up with her. But why would he sneak up on her? He wouldn't.

Realizing what was really going on, she rapidly turned around ready to attack only to let out a startled yelp when she was grabbed harshly by a man dressed in black, a mask hiding the entirety of his face.

"Ah!" She screamed in alarm as she struggled to get free only for him to easily dodge her attempts and toss her over his broad shoulder.

Starting to seriously panic now, Sam fought harder to make him let her go. But soon he reached into his pocket, pulled out a bottle and she felt him release a smoke right in her face that left her disoriented.

Battling to stay conscious but failing, she did the only thing she could do and called out her husband's name as loud as she could, hoping he would hear her as she passed out cold.


"Where ... where am I?" Sam thought, her brain foggy as she slowly regained consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open slowly and then widened immediately when she realized she was tied to a chair and couldn't move.

Her eyes roamed the dingy looking room she had been left in in nervousness as she tried to see something, anything to give her a clue as to where she was. Frowning she struggled in the chair while mentally cursing at whoever had restrained her and left her here.

She bit her lip in worry knowing she had been kidnapped from a mission and it had to have been hours ago. She still vividly remembered being thrown over some man's shoulder before being knocked out cold. And she figured that while she had been unconscious he must have brought her here and locked her up.

Alone.

Sam shuddered wondering what he wanted from her. She didn't know much about this new villain, Jerry had told them little in the briefing as he'd appeared to pop up out of nowhere but it had to be about W.O.O.H.P right? He must want secrets….or maybe he wanted her as a hostage to ask Jerry to fulfill some freakish demand of his. Whatever his motive was, she knew it couldn't be good.

Her thoughts flickered to her husband next and grimly she realized that he hadn't been able to help her. Then she grew frenzied as she had another troubling thought. Oh god what if this bastard had done something to him before going after her and that was why he hadn't heard her cries for help?!

Tim would never let another man touch her let alone pick her up and carry her away if he was right there. In fact this man that had dared to kidnap her would be lying dead in a ditch somewhere if he had seen him lay his hands on her. Which could only mean that he hadn't seen or heard anything. He had to be in trouble; she had to save him!

"I gotta get out of here!" Sam frantically thought as she twisted to get free from the ropes that bound her only to no avail. Refusing to give up she tried not to think about how panicked Clover, Alex, Jerry, WOOHP but most of all Tim would be to realize she was missing as she focused on looking around. There had to be a way out of here, she just had to find it and then she'd make her escape.

Suddenly she heard footsteps approaching her slowly from behind and she gulped knowing her captor was coming near.

And she tried not to shiver when she felt his hot breath travelling down the side of her neck against the gap left between her chin and her spy suit's collar as he bent next to her, crouching on his feet and Sam wondered if he was intentionally getting too close to her for comfort.

She didn't turn her head to face him but gave him a sidelong glance and studied him noting that for some reason he was still sporting a mask and hiding his face from her.

Not wasting any time Sam glared poison daggers at him as she thrashed in the chair and screamed angrily right in his face. "Why did you bring me here?!"

"Why do you think Samantha?" he replied instantly, voice thoroughly entertained.

Sam froze on the spot, her body going slack as she registered what he said. He'd said her name.

"...How do you know my name?" she asked slowly, her mouth slightly parted in shock. She was confident she'd never met this guy before so how on earth did he know her name already?

He chuckled as he craned his head to bring his face even closer to hers and in reflex Sam flinched and hauled herself back as far as she could in the confines of the chair she was stuck in, her body going alert at his growing and growing proximity to her.

"I wouldn't be much of a kidnapper if I didn't even know my own hostage's name, now would I?" He teased and for some reason she felt a smirk clearly in the tone of his voice. For a second her heart fluttered as she was reminded of her dear husband.

Redirecting her thoughts she glared, feeling her face burn at the sound of amusement in his voice. The bastard, he was toying with her!

"Why am I here?" she asked again with gritted teeth, demanding to know while nervously registering his body coming closer and closer to hers once more. She was starting to become afraid of him for a whole other reason now.

'Like I said before… why do you think?" He taunted.

Sam sneered before she gave him another hateful glare. "You want top secret information from me that you can use for nefarious purposes?" She surmised knowing by now he had to know she was a secret agent. "Or are you trying to keep me here so that WOOHP will let one of your little friends escape from prison?" She paused and hummed in mock thought before continuing. "Or perhaps you want some high-tech weapon from us that you clearly don't have the brains to create yourself?" she smirked.

But her attempts to insult him didn't seem to work as he just reached out and touched her shoulder, slowing digging his fingertips into it until she started to squirm at the feeling. And she couldn't help but gag in disgust when she felt the heat of his mouth touch her skin from behind his mask as he whispered against her cheek in a clearly husky manner.

"WOOHP has nothing to do with this. I brought you here ... simply because of your ravishing beauty."

Sam's throat went desert dry as he went on, his voice only getting rougher as he spoke to her in dirty whispers while rubbing himself closer and closer to her.

"The moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you. So I was wondering if you'd spend the weekend with me? What do you say, baby?" He almost groaned in her ear sounding audibly aroused. "Wanna have some fun?"

"GET OFF OF ME!" Sam screeched enraged as she head butted him hard to put some distance between them. When he fell back on his butt from the force of her blow she shouted again while her hands, despite being tied to the armrests curled up into fists of fury.

"WHERE IS MY HUSBAND? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!" She cut to the chase only to hear him tell her to forget about him because she had him now and wouldn't be needing her silly little husband anymore.

Not liking what he'd said at all and realizing that her feet were free, she started kicking his legs as he lay there leaving him grunting in surprise.

"You BETTER tell me right now or ... or... I'll break your legs!" She threatened as she kept kicking away harder and harder, using the pointy tips of her heels to make it hurt more.

"...That's not a very nice thing to say to your own husband, Sammie…" She heard the fallen man mumble suddenly and her green eyes bulged in her sockets as she immediately recognized that voice now that he was using it normally.

"…. TIM?!" She gasped in shock a second later stopping her kicks long enough for him to pull off his face garb and reveal himself to her.

And her jaw fell open when she found none other than her husband sitting there before her, brown hair scruffy and a sheepish look on his face as he rubbed his legs where she'd assaulted them.

Sam sat there in silence with her jaw on the floor just gawking at him for a long moment and wondering why on earth he would do something so bizzaro like kidnap his own wife, when suddenly it all made sense to her as she quickly put two and two together. And when she did she was left gasping all over again.

"I can't believe … that you concocted this ENTIRE SCHEME just to give me a weekend off!"

When he smirked back at her she realized she'd guessed his intentions right and she shook her head to herself in total disbelief while watching him with stunned eyes. Tim was seriously unbelievable. Most guys would get flowers and candy as compensation for their girl not getting what she wanted but Tim? No, he wouldn't settle, instead he'd move the earth and the sky to make sure she got exactly what she wanted.

"I told you didn't I?" He stated as if reading her thoughts while grinning to himself at the astonished look on her face. "Ask for anything and it's yours."

Rising to his feet he came over to her and loosened her binds as he untied her.

"Where are we?" Sam asked him, apologetically pouting a little as she reached out and patted his forearm affectionately as if to say sorry for kicking him (despite his fake horny villain routine with her because he had likely done that just for kicks and she was used to his antics by now; every once in a while Tim still liked to play the part of the baddie he once used to be. She supposed it was cathartic for him on some level but she didn't mind. She truthfully found it kinda cute and secretly also a bit of a turn on) .

But he didn't seem to care as he only smiled at her before walking around the room and hitting a button on what appeared to be a projection device of some kind.

"Paradise," he answered simply, smiling harder as the room's false exterior faded away and became familiar to her, turned into the inside of the master bedroom of their private island mansion right before her very eyes.

A surprised gasp leaving her she grinned in happiness, jumped up to her feet and ran over to Tim, nearly knocking him off his own as she wrapped him in a bear hug while whispering about a million thank yous to him excitedly.

"Oh my God! Tim! This is just what I wanted!" She exclaimed, unable to contain her happiness as she hugged the stuffing out him while he chuckled at her hyper response to his surprise, something he had plotted so hard for.

But her adorable reaction was sure proving all his effort to be totally worth it.

Once that was out of her system she sighed contently, and placed her arms around her husband's neck like a garland as she looked up at him adoringly, her emerald eyes glazed over from love as she pondered his handsome face.

"So ... what should we do the entire weekend?" She bit her lip bubbling in excitement at the thought of two days with her Tim with nothing getting in the way whatsoever.

And her excitement only grew with his next words.

"Whatever you wish..."


Pulling herself out of the ocean's surface, Sam squeezed the water out of her long hair before patting down her black bikini. Taking the cotton towel that Tim held out to her she wiped herself off while he did the same next to her.

Smiling to herself she admired his godly physique as he stood there drenched and barefoot in just a pair of shorts, being kissed by the white rays of moonlight and the stars that hung in the midnight sky.

And silently she thought about how much of a blast she'd been having so far. She honestly hadn't had this much fun in ages.

She'd slept for ten hours straight to make up for her fatigue of the last month, woken from her slumber at noon like Sleeping Beauty with a tender kiss of her husband's lips and not her annoying alarm clock.

Tim had treated her to breakfast in bed; blueberry pancakes with homemade honey syrup, her absolute favourite. Then they'd snoozed for a little while cuddling in bed together, then gotten up and taken a long walk on the beach along the entire perimeter of the island as they held hands and just talked to each other about whatever came to mind.

That had been followed by their morning shower which they'd decided to be adventurous and take outside under the waterfall. Afterwards they'd caught fish which Tim had used in preparing an incredible lunch for them; Trout with Garlic Lemon Butter Herb Sauce.

Once full she'd decided to read and had been able to finally finish several novels that had just a chapter or two left until completion (which Tim had thoughtfully included when he'd packed her luggage for their surprise minication) while her husband had just sat with his arms wrapped around her, watching her read with her seated comfortably in his lap, (her favourite chair) occasionally turning the pages for her, kissing her forehead, cheeks and neck, or softly playing with her hair.

She'd sunbathed in a hammock while listening to nature's relaxing sounds coming from all around her, enjoyed a wonderful massage from Tim and given him one back. They'd played an intense round of chess which had lasted over an hour due to both their advanced skill at the game which finally ended in a draw, then watched a favourite movie of theirs in the mansion's impressive home theatre.

And now as the day finally drew to a close they'd taken a lengthy swim and competed to see who could break the edge of the ocean first; Tim had won by just half a minute and she had demanded a rematch which they'd set for tomorrow morning.

Reflecting back on all the activities she'd partaken in thus far, she smiled. Going away with Tim was extra fun because unlike any other person she knew, he was so similar to her. He enjoyed all the same things, literally everything she liked so there was no compromising with him. Heck she could study butterfly wing patterns like a total nerd if she pleased and Tim would be down for it and whatever else, never being bored with her and making sure she never got bored with him.

He was in the truest sense, her perfect half.

A dreamy sigh left her which he picked up on.

"And is the love of my life enjoying her getaway?" He asked smiling at her widely as he dried off his hair with his towel before slicking the still damp bangs away from his forehead to keep them from falling into his eyes.

"The love of your life sure is," Sam nodded smiling back at him even harder.

"Good," he said sounding pleased.

Hanging the towel around his neck he reached into the pocket of his trunks and soon pulled out a seashell necklace. And Sam's eyes lit up when she saw it because he'd remembered. Tim always made her one when they came here as a sort of way to commemorate their visits. She had quite the collection of them by now and they were some of her most prized possessions.

Turning her back to him she held up her hair, blushing softly as he put it around her neck and she bit her lip at the feeling of his hands which felt sublime on her moist skin.

"So," Tim said giving her shoulders a gentle squeeze as he turned her around to face him again, wordlessly lodging in the back of his mind just how beautiful his missus was as she stood before him blushing away only looking cuter than she already was, and thinking how lucky he was out of all the men on this planet to have her for himself. "What should we do next?"

It was late but none of them wanted to sleep just yet, they wanted to make the most of these 48 hours and fully enjoy every one before they had to leave and return back to their normal daily lives.

"Well I'm a little cold after that swim," Sam shivered rubbing her bare arms as her teeth chattered when the cool island breeze clung to her wet body. Immediately Tim drew her closer to him wanting to take her coldness away and making her smile at how much he cared for her comfort.

Putting her arms around his waist as a silent "thank you" she smiled up at him. "How about a nice, hot drink to warm us up first?"

Her hand flew up to her face to shield her nose as a sneeze left her right then showing how desperately she needed warming up. Tim released her and quickly built a fire with the wood he'd collected earlier for whenever night rolled around.

Her eyes, fascinated watched him work. She was always impressed with how fast he was able to get a fire going; a survival skill he'd mastered ages ago. He skillfully nursed the tinder adding it to the kindling, it sparked and soon enough the flames took hold and a healthy bonfire was roaring.

Holding her hands out in front of her and warming them in its pleasant heat Sam continued their conversation.

"Then we could roast marshmallows?" She suggested. "Watch the stars and look for constellations?" She shrugged. "And then maybe fall asleep out here by the fire just like back when we-"

"Were stranded here," he finished for her, glancing up at her with a knowing smile that was identical to the one now on her lips as they both remembered those wonderful days when their deep love for each other first began to blossom, when they'd first wound up on this island and both their lives changed forever.

"Sounds perfect," She whispered, blushing again and shuffling her toes in the sand bashfully.

"Hot cocoa coming right up," Tim announced before turning and heading inside their home to go prepare it for them.

"Don't take too long!" She called out behind him grinning when he returned her call with a "I won't" of his own before disappearing inside.

Sam sighed again in total and complete bliss as she picked up a beach rug and unrolled it, spreading it out near the bonfire for Tim and herself. She was just about to plop herself down on it when she paused and bit her cheek unable to push a thought out of her head that she'd been having since she'd arrived here, something which was much harder to ignore when she was alone and not distracted by the endless enjoyment Tim was making her have.

WOOHP ... had to be looking for her. Clover, and Alex, Jerry had been made to believe that she'd gone missing during a mission. There was no doubt that they had to be worried sick thinking she was in danger when she wasn't.

Feeling guilty she wondered if she should just go for it and let them know she was okay. Deciding she had to, she located her phone and turned it back on. Her guilt only grew when she saw all the notifications of missed texts and voicemails from all her friends. Quickly she made an identical message for Clover and Alex:

DW I'M FINE. WITH TIM. WILL EXPLAIN LATER. LUV U. SRRY BOUT THIS!

Sending it, she was just about to dial WOOHP's number and talk to Jerry next when she heard footsteps behind her and she knew she'd been caught. She went stiff as she turned her head over her shoulder and saw Tim standing there holding a blanket.

Realizing he had come back outside to give it to her so that she'd be warm until the drink was ready Sam lowered her head when she saw him look at the illuminated screen of her phone in her hands. She knew he was wondering what she was doing since they had both agreed to keep their phones and WOOHP communication devices off for the duration of their stay to add to the impression that they'd been taken hostage and prevent any outside interruptions.

"I just ... feel awful," She whispered explaining herself to him and hoping he'd understand. "Here I am having the time of my life and my friends are probably-"

"Well next time tell me you want your friends to come as well," he cut her off as he walked over to her and wrapped the blanket around her body, kissing her forehead as he did so as if to say he wasn't mad at her.

"Although ... we probably couldn't have gotten away with partaking in certain activities that we have today had they been with us," he whispered huskily, smirking into her skin while Samantha turned beet red at the hot memory of them making love under the waterfall while bathing together among other things they'd done today.

For a second Sam forgot her concerns with her friends and blew air in her face to cool it as she pulled back from her husband and amusedly looked into his bluey green eyes, her own private pools of heaven.

"Sooo if I'd said so, then you'd have abducted Clover and Alex as well? Just for me?" She inquired.

"Try me babe," he retorted, cocking an eyebrow and smirking devilishly at her. And Sam was forced, with great effort, to deflect his endless charm as she told him what her real issue was.

"They've gotta be looking for me, you know? And you?" She added knowing WOOHP hadn't heard back from her or Tim since that last, faux mission. "They must be wasting their time and resources to locate us and we're not in any actual trouble. It's just ... it's wrong."

Listening to her, Scam couldn't help but smile. She was just so good, so pure, so considerate thinking about everyone and unable to fully enjoy herself without making sure everything was taken care of, unlike him who hadn't had a single thought about WOOHP or Jerry or anyone else but her since setting foot here.

"So I just wanted to tell them that I'm okay." She took a deep breath in before looking at him with her lower lip between her teeth, slightly worried that she'd upset him with her actions. "Do you mind?"

"Nah," he shook his head telling her he was okay with it. "Go ahead. We're here now and won't be WOOHPed back unless we leave of our own accord."

"We ... won't?" Sam whispered slowly, confused by what he meant by that. Didn't Jerry have underground tunnels to WOOHP them literally everywhere?

"How do you think it's possible that Jerry has never once WOOHPed us in all the times that we've been here? This is a WOOHP-free zone," he filled her in, dropping a secret that until now only he had held.

"The first thing I did when I acquired this island from Jerry was unWOOHP it. That's why it's paradise," he smirked widely, pleased with the extra measures he'd gone to to make this place perfect for himself and his Mrs.

Sam stared at him in awe after his revelation, unable to help but be impressed by how much Tim thought about things. But then again as any agent that had ever worked for WOOHP, he probably wished from time to time to have a place where he could take a break from it. That, or he'd additionally been inspired by her many rants on the same subject after certain gruelling missions.

And Tim wasn't one to leave matters to wishfulness; he made things happen. So he had gone and done this, made a place that WOOHP couldn't interfere. Created paradise on earth for them both.

"It sure is," she agreed smiling before another loud sneeze left her prompting her to move close to the flames again.

"So go ahead and make that phone call," Tim nodded towards her. "Just make it brief because hot cocoa and something even hotter awaits you afterwards to chase away those sneezes," he winked before leaving and Sam felt butterflies of many shapes and sizes buzz around in her stomach at the way he'd said that.

Relieved that Tim was okay with it, she quickly dialled WOOHP and wasn't surprised when Jerry picked up right away clearly having recognized her number. Immediately his panicked voice was on the other end and Sam was reminded of how much of a second father he was to her and them all.

"Sam! Oh thank goodness-are you alright?!"

"I'm fine," she assured him only to be asked if she'd escaped her abductor. When she said no, expectedly she heard Jerry ask her to tell him if she knew where she was and he'd send help at once to free her from his clutches.

Not sure what to say Sam thought long and hard, gauging his reaction to the truth in her head for a few before she timidly whispered, "…I don't wanna get free from him though."

"...What?" She heard Jerry say, his voice sounding lost and Sam wondered just how to tell him this before she chose some words, mustered up her courage and said them hoping that they'd do the trick.

"I uh ... I love my kidnapper, Jer."

"..."

There was silence from the other end for a long moment and then another one before she heard Jerry sigh tiredly and mutter to himself before he spoke to her again.

"Be back by Monday … and tell TIM not to pull such a stunt again," he ordered sternly but Sam could tell he was glad that neither she nor her husband were in any actual harm.

"Will do Jer," she promised before hanging up and breathing a sigh of relief that that conversation had gone better than expected likely because much like her, Jerry too was aware of Tim's unique shenanigans having known him for long enough himself.

Now completely guilt free and pumped for the rest of the weekend, Sam smiled brightly when she heard her husband calling her name from behind.

"Hey Sammie!"

He must have her cocoa ready.

Turning to face him unsuspectingly, she gasped flustered, almost dropping her phone into the fire as she blushed a blush hot enough to melt off her entire face when saw him and immediately realized what the "something hotter" he'd mentioned that was waiting for her after her phone call actually was.

Right then, any cold she'd been feeling whatsoever simply poofed away.

Tim threw his head back and laughed at her long and hard, relishing her reaction because taking her breath away was his number one, favourite hobby.

Sam was left blushing even harder when he reached out and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply while placing a cup of steaming cocoa in her hands which honestly felt ice cold compared to how she was burning up now after his latest escapade.

And she thought to herself, as she kissed Tim back passionately and lost herself in the blissfulness that was her crazy husband...

What a perfect getaway this had been.


I wonder what exactly Scam showed Sam at the end there xD Thought I'd leave it up to imagination this time haha.

Also I went back to read TM for this and apparently the island Sam/Scam got stranded on was in WOOHP airspace so I had Scam acquire it from Jerry so he could gift it to Sam on their wedding night (which was mentioned in the final, Epilogue Chapter of "The True Mission" that features their wedding).

This also gave me such a "Too Late" feel due to all the island talk, I really should work on that sequel. x_x

Anyway! More updates to come including some more older fics! :)

Till next time!

Lark