Whaddap all? ^-^ I hope everyone is staying safe right now with covid-19 lurking. x_x

So I sort of got this idea while working on the latest update for Second Chances. I will be posting that soon but seeing I got this done (and my computer issues which have me nervous about losing things hnnnng), I thought why not post it and see what you guys thought in the meantime?

Disclaimer: If TS was mine I would be writing scripts for episodes not fanfiction. ;_;


Perfect.

It was the only way to describe how everything for the big day had ended up coming together. The decor, the food, the venue; no expense had been spared to make sure everything was just how she wanted it.

Sam smiled to herself as she rubbed soap over her wet body while she bathed in the spacious bathroom of her and her fiancée's magnificent mansion. All of a sudden she found herself humming the bridal chorus, the smile on her lips bursting into a small grin as she did so for tomorrow ... was her wedding day.

She still felt like she was dreaming. She just couldn't believe it was already here! She'd spent the last 6 months planning it all out and now, in less than 24 hours she'd be married!

To a man she'd once believed was unattainable, impossible to make her own but now that all felt like such ancient history. Yes once upon a time they hated one another but the memories of that time had grown blurry and nonexistent, become a funny story that only some of their close friends knew of (albeit not the full story for the information they still had to keep under wraps of their once secret espionage lives) and nothing more.

All that she remembered now when it came to her relationship with him was loving him, just loving him with every bit of her heart and soul. And after tomorrow? She'd have him for her husband till death did them part.

A dreamy sigh leaving her lips, she turned off the tap now done with cleansing herself. She emerged from the shower, wrapping herself in a yellow, cotton towel and using another to dry off her hair before she began to brush it.

Yet all the while she prepared herself for bed all she could think of was her soon to be groom especially when she caught sight of the stunning diamond that was twinkling like a star on her ring finger.

She still remembered every second of when he'd popped the question to her. It had been on a glorious night half a year ago when they'd been celebrating two major successes, one of his and one of her own.

He'd just roped in another lucrative investor as a business partner and she'd just been chosen as the Keynote speaker for a charity mission she was passionate about. He'd pulled her away from the party to the rooftop of their abode, given her an entire speech about how behind every successful man there was a woman, and shocked her when he'd gotten down on one knee, held out a sparking diamond ring to her and asked for her to be his forever.

"Yes!" She'd cried immediately jumping on him and covering his handsome face with endless kisses while he'd chuckled and held onto her tight just as he had ever since they'd realized just what they meant to one another.

And tomorrow evening at exact sunset, at the St. Colman's Cathedral in Cobh, Ireland in the famous stain glassed chapel they'd be making it official in front of an audience made up of her parents, their friends and acquaintances, photographers, and press personnel.

Happily ever after, at last.

Hearing the grandfather clock (1) chime somewhere down the hall that it was midnight, Sam knew she should get to bed. She wanted to look fresh and energized when she walked down the aisle and getting enough hours of sleep was an essential step for that. No amount of makeup was going to flawlessly conceal eye bags.

Finishing applying some Neutrogena night cream on her skin she finally left the bathroom and made her way to where she'd be sleeping tonight.

Making it to the first guest bedroom, the largest of the three in this mansion, she stepped inside swiftly changing into a silk slip and setting an alarm for early tomorrow morning on both the crystal circle clock in the room and her cell.

She then took a minute to bask in the beauty of the Vera Wang wedding dress that had been designed just for her with blush ivory, sheer lace and French Chantilly lace appliqués that hung on a body form in a corner of the room, closing her eyes and imagining the awed look on his face when she'd appear before him in it and smiling to herself before she lay down under the fluffy covers of the Queen Sized bed and closed her eyes aiming to sleep as fast as she could to fast forward to tomorrow.

But as comfortable as the foam mattress was she found herself tossing and turning regardless, feeling cold despite it being the middle of spring without the heat of the strong, masculine body she was now used to feeling laying next to her whenever she slept.

Her eyes opening and closing a few times she tried to resist her urge, remembering that it'd been her who'd decided to not share a bed with him tonight, the superstition of it being unlucky to do so before the wedding scaring her into not taking that chance. But soon enough she found her willpower faltering as she climbed out of bed.

"Bad luck, schmad luck," she muttered to herself as she put on her pink, fuzzy slippers and grabbed her phone not intending to return to this room tonight. Whatever challenges if any arose from them doing this, she and he would handle them together just like always.

As helpless as a moth to a flame, unable to bear any distance from the source of her addiction, she opened the door and tiptoed towards the room that she knew the location of by heart, where she was sure she'd find him awake and reading a book to wind down just like he did every other night.

Sure enough when she slowly pushed the door open she found him doing just that; sitting with his back straight against the headboard with excellent posture, a book about scientific inventions in his hands, and glasses that he didn't need but liked because they reduced glare when he read by lamplight just as he was right now, perched on the tip of his aquiline nose.

Sam paused in the door-frame making sure not to make a peep as she admired him with adoring eyes. If possible, as amazing as he looked in the fashionable black suits, trench coats, and dress shirts he often wore, he looked even more attractive dressed down like this.

He wore nothing but sweatpants on his lower half and blankets were bunched up at his hips. His tan skin glistened under the yellow lighting which cast shadows across his toned, broad chest highlighting the peaks and valleys of his perfectly sculpted form. His symmetrical face looked dream-like and peaceful as he whispered out the words he was reading under his breath to memorize them. Lastly his sea-ocean eyes, her favourite feature which were already enigmatic and breathtaking, now looked reminiscent of rare gemstones in the rays of moonlight seeping in through the room's drawn curtains and falling delicately on his face.

And despite it being three whole years since she'd made her difficult decision, since she'd given up those so near and dear to her that she still missed them to this day, she didn't regret her choice.

She didn't regret choosing ...

Tim Scam.

Clearing her throat to get his attention she had to fight with herself from falling, going weak in the knees when he glanced up to look at her with that charming smile that melted her into hot goo like a laser beam.

"Ready for bed?" He drawled out in his natural husky, bedroom voice assuming she'd come to say goodnight to him before she darted off to bed like a good girl when she had something else entirely in mind.

"Mmhmm," Sam replied hiding her motives just for now as she strolled over to him and bent over pressing a quick peck against his cheek before leaving a trail that went down south to his neck and then shoulder.

She was trying to be subtle about her seduction, hoping he'd be the one to pull her into his bed so that she couldn't be blamed for what happened next. But unfortunately for her, he was as sharp as ever and caught on quickly soon pulling back from her having fully become aware of her intentions.

And with that awareness came that classic smirk that once upon a time long, long ago used to drive her mad but now she found just plain sexy.

"Whatever happened to me being the one who had no self control Sammie?" He began to taunt her by singing out her pet name in an effort to get on her nerves; something he loved doing.

But Sam just rolled her eyes because she hadn't come to him tonight to talk. "Mock me all you want to Tim ..." she retorted with her hands on her hips and an eyebrow raised in his direction. "But I'm not going to miss out on spending this night with you just because you're gonna be an arrogant jerk and gloat about being right that I wouldn't be able to stay away from you."

Watching him scoff and then open his infuriating mouth again while a smug look donned every inch of his face, Sam decided to do something to shut him up. Something that always worked like a charm.

She tugged her nightdress up and over her head before tossing it behind her to the floor. Next she took off her bra and then finally her underwear letting those also fall to the carpet before she sauntered closer to him.

Taking his book from his hands and closing it for him, she placed it on the bedside table before plucking off his glasses, folding them and setting them down on top of it.

Next she pulled back the blankets to make room for herself and elegantly swept her long legs up planting herself in his lap. Straddling Tim, she enjoyed his speechlessness as she draped her arms around his neck, pressing the curves of her bare body deep into his and smirking triumphantly when she felt him stir immediately under her, unable to help but react to the weight of her on top of him and the friction of their bodies rubbing together like this.

"Besides ..." Sam whispered, playing with his brown hair and touching the tip of his nose with her own as she peered into his eyes with her own hooded halfway. "It's not like you'll be doing much gloating if I'm kissing your big mouth shut, now will you?" She winked, smirking wider before fluttering her eyes close and kissing him hard.

He didn't resist her, kissing back at once as his arms gripped her to him tightly, a growl of hunger coming from low in his throat as they shared a vicious kiss that spoke volumes of the burning passion that existed between them.

Soon enough he rolled them over in the bed, tossing her underneath himself as he ran his fingers through the long, red locks of hers that he loved so much, his other hand ridding himself of his sweats before he reached over and switched off the lamp plunging the room into total darkness just as he plunged himself deep inside her.

A muffled moan of his name left her lips as her bridal manicured nails raked deeply through his back while their bodies commenced the dance they'd engaged in thousands of times before but tonight for the last time as two single people.

The next time they made love would be tomorrow on their wedding night when they were Mr. and Mrs. Tim Scam.


A groggy groan left her mouth as she pressed her eyelids together tightly. Was it morning already, she asked herself hearing a repetitive sound playing over and over again from somewhere nearby much like an alarm bell would.

Yet whatever it was, it didn't sound like the Richard Wagner's Bridal Chorus that she'd made her alarm tune for this much anticipated morning. But then what was it?

Suddenly she felt herself go rigid as she recognized it and slowly her blood ran cold from shock and alarm. She could never forget that little melody after having heard it nearly every day of her life for so many years.

It was WOOHP's telltale dialing tone, the one that used to emit from her X-Powder whenever she had a new mission from Jerry.

But she didn't have an X-Powder anymore, hadn't had one in years since she'd turned it in with her spy suit, identity card, and badge the day that she'd been forced to quit WOOHP.

Wait a minute ...

It was coming from her cell phone.

"... Am I dreaming?" Sam asked herself still trying to dust away the cobwebs of sleep from her mind as she tried to make sense of just what was happening here.

But the feeling of Tim's muscular arm wrapped around her waist, her bare back resting snug against his bare chest, and the soft, rhythmic rumbles of the snores coming from his nostrils proved that she wasn't. She wasn't dreaming nor had she somehow traveled back in time to when she'd once shared a villa with Clover and Alex.

"Wha-what's going on?!" She wondered now panicked and bewildered as she sat up with a start with a sheet held up against her naked body.

Careful not to wake her fiancée who was sleeping soundly next to her still, Sam bit her lip as she carefully leaned over him and picked up the phone that was buzzing on the table beside him.

And when she unlocked it she was left with her jaw on the floor when she saw the word "WOOHP" on the caller ID.

"No way..." she breathed out wide-eyed as she just stared at the digital lettering unblinkingly. "This has to be some kind of malfunction! A mistake!" Her brain screeched as it tried to rationalize her current impossible situation.

It could not be WOOHP. It just couldn't be WOOHP! Why would WOOHP ever contact her after—

Her curiosity becoming too much to bear, Sam couldn't stop herself from hitting the answer key and shakily holding the phone up to her ear. She drew in one, final, deep breath to prepare herself before finally quietly speaking.

"... Hello?"

At first she heard nothing on the other end besides gentle breathing and was about to hang up thinking this to be nothing but some dumb prank when suddenly the person on the line spoke to her.

And the second that they did, she was able to recognize who they were despite not having heard from them in literal ages. The cockney accent was a dead giveaway.

"Hello Sam ... Thank you so much for picking up."

Her hands lost her grip on her phone and down it slipped onto the mattress next to her as she gasped out loudly in disbelief.

It was ...

Jerry.

Jerry Lewis.


(1) According to Scam's wikia, it's revealed in an official TS Facebook game called "Totally Spies: Fashion Agents" that he collects ancient clocks so I figured he might have a grandfather clock in his home.

Anyway!

I'm not exactly sure where this is heading (all I have is a basic plot-line atm) or if there will be anything more to it but yea. ^-^

Thoughts? Theories? Anything as to what's going on? :)

If you read this, I'd love to hear from you! Especially if you'd like me to write more for this? Review? Follow? Fav? You know the drill!

Thank you! Till next time!

Cres L.