More Than A Book

Prologue

Well, hi! This is my first time writing a Totally Spies story, even though I've watched the series eight thousand times, so I thought I'd try out my take on the series, so here it is! I only own my OC's!

Big Ben could be heard chiming in the distance this afternoon in London. People were passing along the street, talking to each other, going shopping, and sitting in cafés, drinking coffee.... Sun was shining brightly and I let out a yawn while walking next to Thames, a bag on my right shoulder. If only there was a coffee machine nearby....

And, to my happiness, there was, one right next to that stupid store with all black products! I quickly ran to the machine, taking out one coin and putting it in. However, to my annoyance, it looked like it wasn't working! "Come on you stupid machine, you have one job, I have one wish, just give me the damn coffee!" I exclaimed annoyed and looked at the machine angrily.

But, it still didn't work. "You've asked for it then." I commented lowly before punching the machine with my right fist. However, I immediately regretted my decision.... "OW!" I shouted in pain while holding my fist and rubbing it where it hurt the most, while people kept watching me in confusion. Not that I ever cared about what they thought, they weren't worth my worries. Then, I could hear some noise and I looked down to see a cup of coffee waiting for me!

"Bingo." I smirked before taking the cup and immediately yelping because it was hot! I dropped the cup only to catch it immediately once again. At least I had good reflexes... Finally, I took one sip, and I could immediately feel warmness going through my whole body, waking me up in process. "Now that's better." I commented with a smile after I finished with the cup, throwing it into a nearby garbage bin.

Opening my bag, I finally took a book in my hands and started reading it while walking down the street. Everyone seemed to be busy today; I noted that because of hearing many conversations while passing many people. However, I soon felt my forehead colliding with something in front of me, making me yelp in pain and fall down with the book landing on my right away from me.

I looked up to see a lamppost in front of me, making me groan in annoyance. This was the fourth time this week that I hit into the same damn object! It wasn't funny at all anymore... And it hurt more than before.... I could hear chuckling next to me while still rubbing my forehead. "It's not funny!" I growled, knowing who was laughing very well.

"I know, but that will teach you not to read while walking on the street next time!" Allison, a girl with bright green eyes and blonde hair was laughing before giving me a hand so I could stand up. "Does it hurt?" She asked while touching my forehead. "It's nothing, I'm fine." I shrugged it off with a small chuckle.

"You've got to watch where you're going or your mother will go crazy!" Allison pointed out, making me sigh in annoyance. "Mother will never find out." I stated firmly. And I could already imagine her rant in my head if she knew about this.

"Lilette Chase, you wanna get yourself killed by reading and not paying attention to the world around you?! You're unbelievable..." Bryony Chase's voice was echoing throughout my mind, imagining her icy blue eyes and.... "She will one day if you keep doing this!" Allison argued, making me roll my eyes. I didn't care at all if Mother found out about me doing this.

Sure, she was aware of my passion for reading, but not to this extent. "What were you reading anyway?" Allison picked up the book from the ground and read the title with a frown. "'Le Père Goriot', how can you read stuff like this?" She asked in disbelief. "Because I like French and Honoré de Balzac?" I responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I didn't like only that, I loved reading different kinds of books, but I loved French as well, which was why I sometimes read some books in French, much to Allison's annoyance. She hated both of the things mentioned above. "Whatever. Anyway, wanna see that new Chic Boutique shop later?" She asked me with a grin.

"You know I hate shopping." I told her without thinking. Uncle Angus always told me I was too tactless and impulsive, but if that was really true, then that was just the way I was. I loved my uncle, and I knew he wanted only the best for me, so we got along really well, better than me and my mother anyway. Both Mother and Uncle were British, just like me, having grown up here.

Uncle Angus was Mother's three years older brother, and I lived with Mother alone in the house near Piccadilly while Uncle Angus lived a bit away from us. He would usually take me out for walks, conversations and stuff like that around London, but Mother and me were a completely different story, so our relationship was... Complicated.

She never really approved of anything that I did, even though she dropped it because of Uncle Angus, but it had to go according to her 'standards', she had her own business as a business manager to attend to, and according to my uncle, she's been like this ever since my 'father' abandoned her.

Uncle Angus said that he had abandoned her before I was born, and I never knew anything about him, not even his name, or where he lived, or what he looked like... Mother never talked about him at all, and I couldn't help feeling mad at both her and the person who had done this to her.

I had right to know about him, and he shouldn't have left Mother just like that! But, not even Uncle Angus wanted to talk about him, which made me even more upset and angry...

"But they're looking for part-time employees!" Allison grabbed my hand and started pulling me down the street, much to my protests. "Allison, I don't want to go!" I exclaimed while trying to stay stiff in one place, but it didn't work at all! "Please Lily, please!" And she had all puppy eyes now. I rolled my eyes in disbelief.

"What did I do to deserve this kind of torture?" I muttered bitterly. What was the point with shopping anyway?! "Going to Chic Boutique, Lilette Chase? I never thought I'd see this day come!" A man in his forties with dark brown hair and icy blue eyes joined us with a smirk. "Hi, Uncle Angus." I commented with an eye roll at his statement. "I'm going only because she's unstoppable!" I pointed at Allison annoyed as if I were a five-year-old child telling on a kid who had stolen my doll for playing.

Uncle Angus smirked even more. "Wait a go, Allison." He praised my friend and Allison bowed. "Thank you, thank you!" She beamed. "Now, let's go see what they have here!" And all three of us entered a room with all black products. "This is a head shop; they have shops in places like Paris, Rome, Beverly Hills..." Allison was rambling, making me roll my eyes.

Allison adored shopping, so she was my polar opposite when it came to that. I liked black, but I hated shopping... Besides, everything here was way too black... "So, what's so special in here?" I asked unimpressed while looking at some black high heeled boots. "Every girl that worked here became a super model after that!" Allison squeaked. Sheesh...

"We're here for a part-time job!" But as soon as Allison said that, a lot of handbooks were shoved into her hands by the woman running the shop. "So is every girl here in London, so you'd better study this for an interview!" 'Not me.' I thought with a smirk before looking up and sweat dropping. Literally thousands of girls our age if not older and younger were standing in front of a desk with women, ready to get their interview....

Allison wasn't happy either, but Uncle Angus chuckled in disbelief. "Children these days..." He commented, making me give him a pointed look. "I'm 16, do I look like a child to you?!" I demanded while pointing a finger at him. "No matter how much you grow up, you'll always be my little girl!" Uncle Angus smirked before ruffling my long, dark brown hair. "Hey!" I objected, but he didn't stop at all, and soon, I was looking like a total mess.

"I'll get you back for this!" I responded playfully, making Uncle roll his eyes. "Oh please, you can keep dreaming Lily!" "Whatever." I muttered before his phone started ringing. "Sorry girls, I have to answer." Uncle Angus apologized to Allison who was still holding the handbooks and me before he answered. "Bryony?" Oh, Mother.... "Yes, right now I'm with Lily and her friend Allison." And he kept talking, a smile on his face until... "Oh."

I frowned at the way he said it, like something worrying happened or... "Alright, I'll tell her." And he put the phone down. "It was your mother." "Well obviously." I commented while rolling my eyes. "She wanted me to tell you that," Uncle Angus continued, ignoring my remark. "She got a new job at another place."

"So?" Allison asked, dropping all of the handbooks. "It's in Beverly Hills." "BEVERLY HILLS?!" Allison squeaked, making me roll my eyes. What was so special about that place? And she got a new job, so what? "But it would require you two moving there." WHAT?! "Who does she think she is, moving away just like that?!" I started angrily, getting ready to say everything that was on my mind. I had a life here, and she wanted to move away?! Of course I knew she didn't care, but still, why was she so... "She's your mother Lilette." Uncle Angus reminded me with a frown. "And I know you're mad, but it might be good for you!"

"How is moving away from everything you know supposed to be good?!" Allison asked in disbelief while I was glaring at Uncle. However, before I could start my rant again, a nearby crash could be heard from the outside. Uncle Angus, Allison and I looked at each other before running out of the shop and down the street.

There was a van which was turned on its right side, fire on it with some news reporters and photographers wanting to interview and take pictures of three men and a woman dressed in a yellow suit with shoulder-length dark brown hair and brown eyes. The woman seemed nice... "We're standing just outside of London where an incredible new anti-crime organization has just stopped diamond smugglers! Let's now go to this spokesperson, Geraldine Husk!" And one news reporter gave a microphone to the dark brown haired woman.

"They're awesome and cute!" Allison whispered excitedly but I frowned at looking at the men. One of them had spiky blonde hair, the second one in the middle was ginger and the third one had blue hair, and all of them were dressed in some kind of blue suits with either yellow or orange outlines on their shirts, but they didn't look cute to me at all. I was known for not having a crush on guys, but still....

Then that Geraldine woman spoke up. "Good afternoon everyone, we are Super Protection International, or S.P.I. for short, and you've just witnessed the future of international crime fighting!" "Never heard of them." Uncle Angus muttered and I frowned. Fighting against crime and villains? Protecting the world from psychos?

It seemed to be like an adventure, but I didn't really like the sound of that. It could be dangerous as well, and I preferred staying with my books where everything was safe but you could still live an adventure by reading it! "I'm out of here." I commented annoyed while people were still cheering before marching out of the centre of all the attention.

However, while I was marching past one alley, I accidentally hit into a garbage bin and dropped my bag in process... And while I was standing up while picking up the bag, I bumped into someone... "Excuse me, but why don't you watch where you're going?!" That Geraldine woman asked me icily. "Oh, excuse me, my bad, but it could have happened to anyone!" I apologized unwillingly, not wanting to look bad if some camera was rolling nearby.

"Not to me! Now if you'll excuse me!" She was about to try to shove me but I was quicker, catching her by her wrist with my right hand, not even aware of what I was doing. The woman was looking at me just as surprised as myself. Since when did I know how to do that? It must have been instinct, but... I didn't like this woman at all anymore. She seemed so... "Lilette Chase!" Uncle Angus and Allison ran up to me, Uncle Angus removing my hand off Geraldine's wrist with surprise on his face. "Sorry about that, my niece, she just doesn't love strangers touching her, so if it happens she starts defending herself." He told Geraldine, making me huff. I wasn't like that! The woman gave me a glare before walking past me with her men and prisoners, making me turn around and see them leaving with a frown.

"We'd better go home now, so your mother can tell you more about you moving away." Uncle Angus told me with his hand on my right shoulder while Allison was looking at me worriedly. "Fine." I muttered.

By the time Uncle Angus and I arrived home, Mother was waiting for us. "You're late." She commented icily with hands on her hips once we were in our living room, her turning around to look at us after looking through a huge window. "Sorry Bryony, we saw quite a scene today, with all that S.P.I. people stuff and...."

"Fine, fine! Let's just get to the point!" She exclaimed and both of us sat down on a sofa across hers. Bryony Chase was a woman in her late forties, with blonde hair and icy blue eyes. People said we looked nothing alike, which was actually true. While she and Uncle Angus had light blue eyes, my eyes were a darker shade of brown, but I probably had dark brown hair like my uncle....

"As you've already heard, we're going to move to Beverly Hills because of a better job..." Mother started, making me resist the urge to roll my eyes. Nothing ended up good if I did that in front of her anyway. "If you could tell me when, I'd be flattered." I commented while trying to sound emotionless. "My boss offered me some good apartments, so we'll see which one we'll buy, so I'd say in two weeks."

"Fine. Now, if you don't mind, can I go to my room?" I asked, wanting to just get out of here already. "You can." She stated icily before turning around to look at the window again, making me frown. What did my so called father do to her to make her like this? After I walked out of the living room, I made a run for it towards my bedroom and threw myself on my bed.

This wasn't fair! I was completely fine here, not that I had many friends, but still, I liked living here... Mostly because of my time spent with Uncle Angus and sometimes Allison. And now Mother wanted to move away to a different continent?!

Suddenly, I could hear someone knocking on opened door of my room. "Can I come in?" Uncle Angus asked. "Yes." I muttered and he came in, sitting on my bed beside me lying on it. "Moving to America, it's sure going to be exciting!" He commented with a smile. "Yeah, sure." I replied sarcastically, taking my book off a table and opening it, ignoring him.

Uncle Angus sighed. "Lily, please don't act like this. I know you're upset about moving away...." "No sweat." I interrupted. "But you never know, it might be good for you!" "How?" I asked uninterested. "You've always wanted to have an adventure like in one of your books?" He asked me with a smile. "Sometimes staying with books is safer." I responded with a frown.

"Maybe. But still, this is going to be an adventure! Trust me; you're going to like Beverly Hills!" "Oh, I'm jumping and screaming in joy." I responded, my voice dripping with sarcasm while turning a page and starting to read another one.

And suddenly, Uncle Angus took the book out of my hands. "Hey!" I objected, reaching out to grab the book but he put it out of my reach. "I've never told you that I'll be moving in with you." He stated happily, making my eyes widen. That was wonderful! I jumped off the bed and hugged my uncle with a smile.

"But your father lives in Beverly Hills as well." As soon as I heard those words, my eyes widened and I pulled away. "Where?" I wanted to know more! This was the first time he told me something about my father! At least I knew where he lived, but I wanted to know why he abandoned Mother, what his name was, what he looked like....

But Uncle Angus said nothing else. "I shouldn't have said this either, but I wanted you to cheer you up. Just don't let your mother know I've told you this." He said before closing the door of the room, leaving me all alone. I opened a window and looked through it, seeing a sky filled with stars. Moving to America, huh? It sounded frightening, but maybe Uncle Angus was right, it was like an adventure at the same time...

I wondered what was in there, what school Mother was going to enroll me into, where we were going to live, but most of all, I wanted to know who my father was... I clenched my right fist with determination while looking at the sky. I was going to find him, no matter what Mother and Uncle Angus thought about it, no matter what it would take!

The scenes with Geraldine take place during the episode S.P.I. in case someone doesn't know.