Disclaimer: Um, Lithia Omen and I, (and since I'll probably be pulling Cresenta Lark into this eventually, her too), have decided that if for some reason (God forbid) we die, (God forbid), we'll come back as ghosts and overshadow the creators of Totally Spies and make them think evilly wonderful Scam/Sam thoughts and put them into the show. So there. :P
Tears. Tears and tears and tears and more tears.
Oh and anger.
And then more tears.
That was basically her this whole time of waiting for Sam. Waiting for her to come back, waiting for Tim Scam to let her go, waiting for WOOHP to be able to do a goddamn thing about it.
So of course she was angry. WOOHP's action had no affect on what Scam did. He was going to torture her to death no matter what WOOHP did and they all knew it.
Sam included.
And here she was, in some stupid plane that she had sat her ass in for the last few days looking for her best friend who she had a hard time finding.
What happened to the chip Jerry said he implanted in us? Why the hell isn't it doing its job?
It annoyed her that no matter what WOOHP did, none of the precautions all the spies had worked in their favor in this situation. The chip, diffused into her blood, made it hard for any enemy to remove the tracking device.
Yet somehow...
We still can't find her.
How are we supposed to fight a person who knows all of WOOHP's secrets?
As much as she hated to admit it, Tim knew the basics of every WOOHP plan no matter how many times WOOHP changed their gadgets. He knew the building inside out. He knew a counter weapon to every device ever made. He knew how to beat them easily and even though he always got caught, he always found a way out.
If only we could keep him from getting out... if only we had captured him...
If only I didn't have a fight with Sam.
It happened during the time they were inspecting the crime scene. She just had to go and make a stupid comment that wasn't worth making. In return, Sam pointed out that Eric, the new smarty exchange student, had asked her out, and not Clover.
Why did she have to be so stupid?
Why did she have to insult Sam right then?
... If Sam hadn't left in a huff, she wouldn't have disappeared.
if it weren't for me and my big mouth, she wouldn't have been captured.
If it weren't for me...
She wouldn't be so close to death.
Clover went to blink back the tears that were going to fall, when her communicator started ringing. Wiping away her tears, she put the jet on autopilot, then pressed the button to answer.
"Clover...?"
"Yes Alex?"
"Get back here now."
Her legs collapsed, leaving her to fall to the ground as her eyes stared at the screen.
She could no longer hear anything else but the screams Sam emitted. The horrible, heart wrenching, painful screams that she knew were being screamed because of her.
All because of her.
Just because of her.
Her.
No one else.
Nothing else in her vision seemed to register in her brain except Scam ripping away Sam's clothing.
Oh my god.
He was...
He...
Sam...
It's my fault!
I should be there! Not her!
She shouldn't suffer!
She shouldn't...
She...
She closed her eyes and fell into unconsciousness, her brain's way of protecting her from the strain of guilt.
It was all her fault.
And everyone knew it.
"We shouldn't show her this. It's not good for her condition."
"Jerry she needs to know. If she doesn't she'll just blame us for not telling her!"
She blinked rapidly, opening her eyes to reveal the faces of Jerry and Alex. Struggling to get up, she asked what had happened, only to find out she had fainted.
"What were you guys talking about?"
The two fell silent, not willing to reveal the truth.
"Guys. Tell me now."
No response.
Clover scowled, pushing the two away to make her way to Jerry's desk, trying not to respond badly when she saw the latest video. She pressed play, hesitating before she did so.
But it was her friend.
It was Sam.
She had to.
But as soon as she saw the video, her eyes widened, tears streaming down her face as she witnessed the latest video steam Scam had sent them out of his own amusement.
There she was.
Sam.
Clover gulped. She was having a hard time breathing properly, but she didn't care.
She could die for all she cared.
She would have never noticed.
Sam, poor, poor Sam...
All because of me...
Dammit... if only she hadn't been so stupid before. If only she hadn't let a guy get in the way of their friendship.
Sam wouldn't be there.
Sam wouldn't be cold, huddling on the floor in fetal position.
Sam wouldn't be crying, and she wouldn't have been there in Scam's hands, both cold and covered in blood and naked.
Sam wouldn't have been raped.
About a chapter to go I think. :(
I am such a horrible person to Clover...
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Love,
Ivy