Okay. So. This is my first fic, so I have no idea whether it's going to be any good... buuut I hope you like it. And review. Review review review. Pleasies.
Anyways, I really do love SSC, but since there are so many amazing Sam/Scam fics already out there, I don't think I can reach the bar. You guys set it pretty high :D
Sooo I decided to make a Clover fic. I mean, in many of the SSC fics she's the one with all the doubts and the snarky comments and... she basically just really annoys me, what with wanting to keep them apart and all. I thought making Clover the one to... uh.. get her villain on (lol) this time might be kinda cool.
So please don't hate on this Clover, guys. Okay, well, I mean, if you still don't like her in this story, feel free to hate -hrhrhrhr I certainly hated her in other stories - but try to start with an open mind. This Clover is different. I hope. Or at least the course of this story should make her different. More open-minded and such.
Ooookay then. I guess that's it. for now. Sorry, I like to talk a lot. A LOT. XD
Oh. I wish TS belonged to me. I really really do. Buuut it really really doesn't. All rights go to Marathon Inc.
Hell yeah they do.
"Honey, no, you can't have Totally Spies for Christmas. Or your birthday. Just no."
Yeah. Thanks, Mom. One birthday wish. Five years running. Really, thanks a lot.
"What?" Clover screeched. "Jer, you can't be serious!"
Jerry shook his head sadly. "Unfortunately, Clover, this is an extremely serious matter."
"Yeah, I know! But it WASN'T ME!"
Sam and Alex stood next to Clover, staring blankly at their employer. Exasperated, she looked to them for support, but her friends were completely speechless with shock. This is crazy, Clover thought, rubbing her pounding temples with her forefingers. I didn't steal anything!
When Jerry had WOOHPed them during their shopping spree at the Groove, Clover had been annoyed at the thought of yet another mission, the seventh this month, but she could never, ever have guessed what Jerry had really brought them to the headquarters for.
Finally, Sam spoke, looking directly at their boss.
"Jerry, this is silly. Clover has been a faithful and trustworthy WOOHP agent for almost three years. She has never done anything to make you question her loyalty. Why would you make a ridiculous accusation like this?"
Clover let out a silent sigh of relief, remembering that she could ALWAYS count on Sammie to defend her logically and rationally.
Immediately, Alex voiced her agreement : "Yeah, Jer, you know Clover wouldn't do something like that!"
"Yes, yes, girls, that is how I reacted to the news at first", Jerry said. "But I am sorry to say that the evidence is... quite convincing. Security tapes, eye-witness accounts, fingerprints - everything points to Clover stealing the military's secret weapon.
Clover gasped at hearing Jerry accuse her so openly. This can't be true.
The three girls were still hurling arguments at Jerry when two bulky WOOHP agents entered the office and grabbed Clover's arms in a firm grip. As the men dragged a kicking, screaming, cursing Clover out of the room, her two best friends ran up to her.
"Clover, we're going to prove you're innocence, whatever it takes", Sam whispered. "You just hang in there."
"Yeah. Thanks", Clover muttered as the agents pulled her away from the only two people who believed her, away from everything she knew and loved, into the worst future she could possibly imagine.
He smirked. Everything was going perfectly. She didn't want to show it, but he knew she was scared out of her mind. Now all she needed was a little push.
A little push over the edge.
Grimacing, Clover pulled at the bright orange uniform she was being forced to wear. The look she threw at the agents in the HFP - Holding Facility Preparation - was filled with pure disgust.
"Okay, guys. You took my X-Powder, confiscated my handbag AND called my school so they could tell everyone I'm at NERD CAMP, and did I say anything? No. Well, okay, so I did complain, but then I accepted it. But making me wear this THING? That is just plain cruel!"
The agents didn't reply. Quickly, Clover scanned the room to see whether she could somehow get out of here, only to realise that they were just too many. Two guards stood beside the automatic doors of the small HFP office, two stood facing Clover, and one last agent was inputting Clover's vital data into a sort of longish computer.
"Oh, puh-lease, like WOOHP doesn't already have everything about me saved somewhere in a superspy-document-file-thingy or something", Clover huffed.
"Ma'm, I would advise you to stay silent", one of the agents said in a monotone voice. "Anything that you say will be documented and could thus be used as evidence against you."
"MA'M? You. Are. Older. Than. Me," Clover yelled. The nerve of this man. Ma'm! Ugh!
She hated this. She knew most of these agents personally, and here they were, treating here like a complete stranger. They actually believed that she was a villain.
Clover sighed. It really hurt that no one thought she might be innocent. It made her feel so... alone. Exposed. Vulnerable. Defenseless. Terrified.
Is this what my life will be like from now on? Nobody to trust, and nobody trusting me? That can't happen. I won't let it. I'll do anything. ANYTHING.
Again, she felt the agents' hold on her arms, then a tug towards the door. Head slumped in defeat, Clover let the men lead her to her tiny cell. A short glance at the computerised board next to the soundproof cell door showed her just what everyone thought:
Crime - Theft of a vital weapon of mass destruction and of
plans for further advanced technology and weapons.
Tears formed in her eyes as Clover realised that this might be her future, that she would be judged for the rest of her life for this crime she had never committed, and -
Her mind was caught on the thought of never having committed the crime, and for what felt like the millionth time in the last hour, she asked herself who would want to frame her like this. Clover reminded herself of all the villains who had it out for her. Geraldine, The Dark Knight, Diminutive Smalls... actually, now that she came to think of it, all of those villains had broken out of WHOOP months ago. But these leads would get her nowhere - there were simply too many villains who wanted to see her destroyed, and she, of course, being in the position she was, had no way of investigating the cases. Well, that's just fabulous. Clover snorted. At least I still have sarcasm...
Clover was still chuckling as she noticed that there was a second plaque next to the door, saying:
Crime - Abduction of various subjects and multiple murders.
"Uh, excuse me, but what is this? The last time I checked, I hadn't been accused of, well... KILLING SOMEONE!"
"Due to the rapid increase in prisoners, we have been forced to double-book the cells. Don't worry, Ma'm, cellmates are always of the same gender", the agent to Clover's right explained, without ever actually looking her in the face.
"Right. Like that's what I'm worried about. So you're just going to, like, leave me in a room with... a certified MURDERER?"
Adding to her anger, the agent simply chuckled.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry, if I were you", he said. "She is quite harmless. Im sure you" - he looked Clover's body up and down with raised eyebrows, his gaze lingering on her curves, making her extremely uncomfortable - "could easily take her on."
"Thanks", Clover mumbled awkwardly. This man was more than twice her age! Did he think that, just because she was no longer a certified spy, he could act like some kind of pervert? Ew. Just... ew!
After she had been roughly pushed into her cell, Clover dropped to her knees and buried her face in her hands. As if agents behaving disrespectfully and taking advantage of her situation wasn't bad enough, now she had a villain roomie? What kind of treatment was this? Had they all forgotten that, just two hours ago, she had been one of WOOHP's finest?
Speaking of WOOHP's finest, I wonder how Alex and Sammie are doing. Clover missed them so much already. As much as they infuriated her sometimes, she knew she could always count on her best friends to be there for her. Clover smirked bitterly. Well, good luck being there for me through a soundproof cell door.
Pausing in her thoughts, Clover realised that she had been waiting for a witty comeback from one of her friends. This is torture! She could only hope that Sam and Alex would manage to work out how this whole thing had happened before these bleak metal walls made her crazy. Being alone in this cell with no one to talk to was a punishment in itself.
Taking in a short breath, Clover stopped herself. But I'm not alone in here, am I? I have a cellmate. God, I just hope it's not someone completely mental... Okay, who am I kidding? All the villains we've captured are totally crazy.
Well, that should make for great roomie bonding, Clover thought sarcastically, before throwing herself onto the narrow bed on the left side of the cell and burying her face in the freshly laundered pillow, breathing in the smell of cleanliness that always lingered after the sheets had been washed. The familiar smell, at least, could bring her some sort of comfort.
Even as a kid, Clover had loved the smell of freshly washed laundry. It always felt like a new beginning to her, a clean slate.
But there was also the reason that Clover found more difficult to admit, even to herself; the smell of fresh laundry always brought back memories of her father, in his pure white, crisply starched shirts, smiling down at his daughter, his little princess. Clover would come running and throw herself into his waiting arms, inhaling his clean scent and digging her tiny hands into his back. And although she couldn't see her father's eyes, she knew they would be shining with love and adoration.
"Clover, honey, you know you are the most beautiful little girl in the entire world, don't you?"
And five-year-old Clover would nod into his chest.
"And you know I want you to be the happiest girl in the world as well, don't you?"
Now seventeen-year-old Clover raised her head from the pillow, smiling through the tears that tumbled onto the sheets.
"Yes, Daddy", she whispered.
Okay. That would beeee *drumroll* the first chapter. It's not as long as I wanted it to be, but can you see why I had to end it where I did? You just can't go on after something like that.
All righty then, well, now that you've read something about my version of Clover, please feel free to completely Cloverbash the hell outta my story. May I suggest... hmmm... IN A REVIEW?
In case it wasn't obvious (oh the heck it was, I'm just desperate :D) I WANT YOUR REVIEWS. I NEEEED YOUR REVIEWS. YEP. I PRACTICALLY BREATHE YOUR REVIEWS. Okay so maybe I don't actually breathe them (I so do). I'm just very very hyper about my VERY FIRST CHAPTER. Like, EVER.
Anyways, getting back to the subject of Clover (Dayum. She sure would lurrrve being discussed this much. Self-scentered bitch. Sorry about that. Not quite over the bashing yet, it appears. But soon I should start liking her more. Soon, soon, soooooooon. Whoopsies, there goes Miss Hyper again XD).
So. As I was saying. Clovey. Well. I know it's sort of a clichéd excuse for all of her occasional sluttyness and superficial...ity/ness/whatever (? Wtf am I even saying?), but guys. Come on. Her dad died. That's pretty damn traumatic. And a closer analysis of how her father's death affected Clover's personality should follow in some of the next chapters.
That is, if you want me to keep going :)
If so, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review, okay? You would be making one TS nerd verrrryyyy very happy :)
Hahahaha I actually just read over what I just wrote and MAN I am so hyper today. Really. SO. HYPER.
And sort of pushy :D Yeah. Sorry about that.
Yours if you review (lol jk),
The. Last. PROTOTYYYPPPEEEE. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
lol I'm such a nerd :D
P.S. If any of you could maybe tell me how to make those line-thingies between my paragraphs so that you can actually see where my story ends and my personal comment begins (and vice versa) that would be amazing. Because I can see them in my OpenOffice document but not after I've uploaded the stories. Please please please help. :) Thanks.