Disclaimer; If I owned TS, I would be writing episodes, not fanfiction...

That being said..

Not going to do all the blabla about why it took me so long, a recent notification about this fic made Scamantha become irresistable again... so here we are...

But, I am a moron, Stolen Moments, AKA Chapter 3 was not supposed to happen yet at that point... missing a lot of crucial things in the story that need to be in there...

So; Two parter with flashbacks of sorts to try and salvage that... if need be a complete rewrite...

English is not my native language, and wrote this out on itself, so sorry for spelling and grammar errors... no spellcheck lol..


Chapter 4; Inverted Prospects: Part I

For the first time since months, Samantha awoke with a grin plastered on her face, and the feeling that even the worst thing happening wouldn't knock her off her good spirits today. As usual his scent and ghost of his touches haunted her; being refreshed from their stolen moment yesterday Only this time it didn't make her feel hopeless with desire for something that could never be... Now she finally dares to envision them having a future together.

Although Tim never said it, not much was said for that matter, but instictively she knew that his visit was not a break-out... it felt more permanent, though maybe her desperation pushed that narative. With a happy sigh, she got out of bed and laid out her outfit for the day. With a slight spring in her step, she went into the bathroom.

Clover paused a moment as she walked passed the bathroom: taken by surprise to hear her Sammie sing rather enthousiastically in the shower. The blonde had been worried about her best friend lately; the redhead seemed to float between being completely lost in her thoughts and blushing and looking utterly forlorn in her desperation for a love that aparenty, cannot be. Which baffled Clover to an extent: what hurdle was so impossible that the brilliant superspy saw the situation hopeless...

As her best friend, Clover had some inner knowledge no-one else knows, knowledge that amplifies the concern. She knew why Samantha never seriously dated or even persued guys after James, as it was somewhat deeper than him using her to commit crime, to put it gently. He was her first. the first one she truly had deeper feelings for, the first one she dared to truly be herself, and the first one she gave herself completely to.

So having a guy fleeing the premissis naked was a big deal on many fronts; Samantha is not the type of girl to have random sex, and for that matter, downright refused to let a guy truly get close to her since James... so whoever this was, and is a mystery that drove the blonde stircrazy, he managed to breach those walls. Though it did concern both Clover and Alex that there was a need for him to climb out the window; who does that without a reason?

The ravenhead and blonde had many theories about why and who it could be, and those got as wild as one where they suspected a maried professor... ticks many boxes as the secrecy and why it seems hopeless to be more then the one night... But they simply could not see their Sammie go after a married man, so that theory was quickly dropped. An ex of either girls is still suspect, and in all honesty, seeing the state of the redhead, they long since decided not to care if that would be the case.

Curiosity already got the better of Clover a month ago though; when she sort of cracked and started to blatantly ask the jocks at Mali-U if they had a thing for Sam, though without going into detail. Which yielded some... interesting...results. The redhead was quite coveted it seemed, though some used the oppurtunity to try and flirt with the blonde, she nearly got jealous at the responses. Though she could perfectly see why, as a matter of fact, it at times frustrated her to no end that Sammie seems blind and ignorant to the effect she can have on men: more often than not leaving them to stare at her, completely mesmerised, and she wouldn't have a clue. Or how she often gets admiring looks from men and women, some downright sultry. Clover, being a flirt herself, finds herself at times jealous that the redhead doesn't ever have to even try; she is even completely clueless that she does it. And of course, though Clover is pretty herself; no-one can ever deny that Samantha is a vision.

Some took it as an invitation to ask out the redhead, seemingly seeing the inquiry as a form of wingwoman move. Which deeply annoyed the redhead, especially as some were relentless in the persue, still are... Was a huge mistake on Clovers part, and the two had a massive fight over it in Mali-U, with Samantha finally saying briskly that that is the exact reason why "he" had to climb out her window, to keep the blonde from sticking her nose in that too. It had hurt, and severly put the blonde in her place; finally realising that she overstepped massively. Both Clover and Alex dropped the whole "needing to know who he is" and just be happy that there at least was someone that could have this effect on her.

Clover gently placed a loving hand against the bathroom door, chuckling at the happy singing behind it. She took out her cell and texted Alex: "Sammie is singing in shower," before continuing her route to the kitchen. Once there she was pulled aside by Alex, way from the door. "She is singing in the shower?" the ravenhead asked in a loud whisper, as if afraid to be overheard. Clover shook her arm free from the iron grip, "Yes, and personally, I hope that it means she had some news about MG,"

Alex nodded. "I hope so, I love it when she gets al dreamy and blushy...but then the crushed, desperate look in her eyes as she keeps telling us that it can never be..." she sighed deeply, "it is killing me," Clover nodded in agreement, it simply breaks her every time she sees that look. She vividly remembers the first time she saw that look in Samantha's eyes;

Clover had taken her out for frozen yoghurt, allong with Alex. It was a couple of days after the faithful morning that she found a livingroom in complete disarray with a random pile of silk on the floor, a thong on the stairs, a boxershort on the floorlanding and a flustered Samantha in a shirt she didn't own. As the three enjoyed the frozen treat and, Alex and Clover relayed their trips over the weekend, which eventually turned back round to the discovery the blonde made when retrieving some extra items. Alex looked playfully at the redhead, "I won't ask who... but... will you see him again?" The silence that followed was deafening for a couple of seconds. Clover watched in horror as she saw her Sammie look as if a ton of bricks hit her. Slowly, as if the redhead made a realisation of sorts, desperation and hopelesness darkened the emerald orbs, which had been glittering moments before. It was crushing to witness. "Sam?" the blonde half-whispered, utterly worried. Samantha sighed deeply, a sigh of...acceptance? Clover wasn't sure, but she hated it. It broke her heart to see her friend like this.

The redhead placed the frozen yoghurt on the table, clearly all appetite gone, "Perhaps... but logically..." she shook her head, "It can never be more then what was," her voice broke, allong with Clovers heart. Not even James had ever been the cause of that look, so utterly defeated in the hopelesness of what could have been, should have been. Wiping her fingers with a napkin was more a ruse to avoid all and any eye-contact as Samantha continued, "I may see him again, hope so...," she sighed longingly before she could stop herself, "But having a future, more then what is...was... I don't know," her voice so filled with emotion that it was rendered to a half-whisper.

Clover placed a tender hand on hers, "Why not?" she pressed gently, not seeing any reason for it to be completely impossible. The redhead looked at her for a moment, "Because we can't," barely above a whisper, but clear and sure. The blonde shook her head, "Surely there must be a way if," she stopped abruptly as Samantha pulled her hand away from hers and stood up, "As much as it kills me Clover, there is no way it can happen, so let it go," snapping the last part as the redhead gathered her stuff. "I'm walking home... just need to be alone for a while," the utter defeat was crushing the blonde; as she watched with tears in her eyes as her best friend disposed of the joghurt and walked out of the building.

The blonde spy felt her heart crack again with the mere memmory; she truly hoped that the apparent good mood of the redhead meant indeed that there was good news on that front, yet the phrasing that Sammie used bothered her; as it could also mean that it would be like last time: one night and utter silence for months. She dreaded that, as her Sammie absolutely deserves better than that. As she wanted to voice those concerns to Alex, part of the subject entered the kitchen with a cheerful smile.

The blonde was also impressed with the choice of outfit; a teal tank top with a long, tight skirt and white stiletto pumps. The outfit was very formfitting and complimented the colour of her hair and eyes immensely. "Damn Sammie, you'll kill a guy with that outfit," Clover deadpanned, shooting Alex a look. The latter errupted in a fit of giggles, already knowing that she would be cornered by some jocks later; being into sports herself, she already knew what Clover found out in her quest for answers. And some of the poor guys had it bad it seems, as she found herself being approached with the question if "her hot friend," is ready for dates yet. As she used that in the past to keep them at bay; knowing Sammie enough that she wouldn't be interested...plus she utterly disliked some of them, especially their view about women, "Does this mean you won't sleep at home tonight?" the ravenhead asked wiggling her eyebrows at a now blushing redhead.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Samantha retorted, though her blush indicated otherwise. Clover snorted, "Sure, Sammie... we'll pretend to believe that," she said with a wink before grabbing her keys, as they were almost running late at this point. "Can't Alex drive?" Samantha asked with a frown, she was already plaged with jitters in her stomach both from the stolen moment yesterday as the one that awaited her at the end of the day, and Clovers style of driving would not help with that. "No, I drive," Clover pouted, "I need to run errands at noon,"

Throughout the morning, Samantha found it hard to concentrate on anything. Not for lack of trying, especially during her favorite subjects, but somehow vivid images of a certain night kept propping up. And not missing their effect either on her, to the point that she actually gave up during a lecture and left; desperate for air. Although the heat was not exactly a help, at least she was not sitting there surrounded by people, while getting hornier by the second. Taking a sip from her waterbottle, she tried to compose herself somewhat by the waterfountain, taking advantage of the occasional cool sprays. Deeply regretting the skirt in the sweltering temperatures, small oversight, as the already clingly garment stuck to her overheated skin.

The discomfort was complete when she saw someone aproaching her; ever since Clover's brilliant stunt of trying to find "Mystery Guy" which some saw as an open invitation to relentlessly persue the redhead, she found herself daily being the unwanting recipiant of advances. This one in particular, Trevor, is especially obnoxious about it. A clear womanizer that has the reputation to back the assumption and with distorted views about masculinity. Just the way he looks at her is completely off-putting; as if she was some object, a plaything that he can't wait to get his grubby hands on... unlike as when a certain set of seafoam eyes darkened with a hungry and downright predatory look as he drank in the sight of her naked form. The mere thought of the way he looked at her nearly made her knees buckle. The way Trevor looked at her had the same effect on her as icewater. Which, to be fair, was a breather after being hot and very bothered all morning.

"What do you want, Trevor?" Samantha hates it when she has to be rude, but this guy won't seem to accept a "no", no matter which way it is spoken. He was a looker, no doubt, muscularly built, jetblack hair and blue eyes. But is also seemed to be his entire character and to make it worse, probably not used to rejection of any kind, as his "going to college" gift was a damn yacht. She knew because of the several envitations to spend the night there. The directness of it had baffled the redhead for a good moment, in the manner as if granting her permission or something.

Trevor slowly let his eyes drift all over her, "You look...damn girl," his hands reached for her hips, causing Samantha to take a good step back. "Don't touch me," an edge of warning in her voice, been fed up with this poser a long time ago. "What do you want?" At this Trevor lifted an eyebrow and took a step closer. "i think you know..." he drawled, the intent nearly making her sick to her stomach. "I told you, I'm not interested," her voice filled with disdain. "Back off!" she added with an intense glare as he kept coming closer.

"No," The resoluteness in his voice shocked the redhead for a short moment. Her spy instinct screamed at her to take a stance, but a quick look around made her wary to go all superspy on him. This was a playground for gossip, to put it mildly, last thing she needed is to have it widely known that she is trained in close combat. Trevor paused his advances and suddenly gave her a knowing smile; as if he figured out something. "No, I don't think I will, especially when I finally understand," his smile became a grin as if he won something. Samantha frowned in confusion, before she could say anything however, Trevor shot forwards and grabbed her waist.

Reacting fast and purely on instincts and training; Samantha grabbed his shoulders and in a swift movement forced him to half turn before finally thrusting him in the fountain with a force that one would not easily expect from someone with her form. "Fine, then cool off," The redhead shot him a last glare before hanging her bag over her shoulder, "Leave me alone," she warned him, before walking off. Leaving Trevor to be fished out of the fountain by his friends, who were nearby choking in laughter. She didn't came far, however, before the ground opened up beneath her feet.

Being WHOOPed was never a pleasant experiece, though at that moment, a welcome distraction and a way to get the day go by faster...as long as she made it in time at the library. As soon as they landed in a pile on the couch in Jerry's office, Clover sprang up and turned to Samantha. "Did you just threw Trevor in the fountain?!" a mixture of awe and pride in the blonde's voice. Alex snorted, "You what?" she then tried to fight a fit of giggles, "Poor guy,"

Samantha rolled her eyes, "Poor guy needs to keep his disgusting hands to himself," she muttered. Clover shot her an amused look, "I told you that outfit would kill a guy," Which earned her a semi-glare from the redhead, "Oh, I very much blame you for this," Causing Alex to completely lose her fight against the laughter. Clover had the decency to look a little guilty at this, though tried to say otherwise, "Me? How am I responsible for the fact that you toss overheated jocks in a founatin?" Before the banter could continue however, Jerry cleared his throat, effectively gaining the full attention of the three spies.


Seriously, I am a moran...

Trevor for instance had more a build up, as did the many mentioned "overstep" of Clover, and also the bond between the blonde and the redhead... as that will be a crucial point in further plotline, ...again, writing all this on the fly so to speak, especially with the Stolen Moment being WAY to early...

Guess we will see where this goes lol...