Missions of the Retrieval Team - A Kilt By Any Other Name

[davedove]

Scene 25

Secret Headquarters of the KLF

“What are you talking about?” I asked in confusion.

“Surprised you, didn’t I?” she answered. “What, did you think ol’ Julie was coming in for a little fun? Is your ego really that big?”

“No, Julie,” I started.

“Shut up! Do you really think I would be that stupid? Did you really think I would be crazy enough to sleep with you after what happened? After what you did the last time?”

“Julie, I,”

But she wouldn’t let me speak. “And how could you do that to Diane, just TWO DAYS after you married her? Or did you think she wouldn’t find out; that while she and my husband were away on a mission you could do whatever you wanted? Including getting me drunk and taking advantage of me.”

“I never told her you know,” she continued. “I never told her about what you did to me. I couldn’t; she loved you so much she wouldn’t have believed me anyway. And then you went and got yourself captured and executed. If I had said anything, I would have seemed petty and it would have hurt her needlessly.”

“But you’re back now,” she said, pressing the knife a little harder against the skin of my neck. “And now I’m free to give you what you deserve; free to get my revenge over what you did to me and my husband.”

“Husband?” I whispered.

“Oh, don’t pretend you didn’t know; you worked with him every day. It sure didn’t bother you that night though, did it? All you cared about was that I was drunk and in your bed, just one more notch in your belt. I confessed to him, you know, to my husband. Not for a few days, but the shame was too much for me, I had to tell him, beg for his forgiveness. But he never got the chance to forgive me, did he?”

“No,” she continued. “He had to go on that mission with you. He was killed defending you and now I can never make it up to him. I can never have back what I had with him.”

“I took some consolation in knowing that you had been executed,” she said. “Knowing that the universe had evened the score for me. BUT YOU DIDN’T DIE! You just come waltzing back in here like everything is fine and nothing happened. BUT MY HUSBAND IS STILL DEAD, AND YOU, YOU PIECE OF TRASH, ARE STILL ALIVE!!!”

Suddenly, Mike’s voice came from the door, “Dave, are you okay in there? Your friends told me they heard a noise from your room.”

“GO AWAY!!” Julie yelled at him.

“Oh God!” I heard Mike say, “It’s Julie!”

The door came flying open and Mike and my associates stood at the door.

Julie kept the knife against my throat. “Get away!” she ordered.

“We can’t,” Mike said calmly. “We can’t let you do this.”

“Why not? You know what he did to me; what he did to my husband.”

“I’m not that man,” I managed to croak out.

“Don’t give me that,” she snapped. “Are you going to give me some bull about being a changed man? Don’t waste your breath.”

“He’s telling the truth,” Mike said. “He isn’t the same man. The man who did those things is dead and buried.”

“What do you mean?” she demanded. “Look at him!”

“I know it looks like him,” Mike pleaded with her, “But it’s not the same person. This man didn’t do any of those things. That’s not Dave; Dave is dead.”

Tears were flowing down Julie’s cheeks and her voice was desperate. “It has to be him. I can’t be cheated again.” Despite her words though, the pressure of the knife against my throat was relaxing.

“I know Julie,” Mike continued, his voice soft, “But if you kill him, you’ll be killing the wrong man.”

Slowly, the knife fell away from my throat. Mike slowly stepped into the room and took Julie into his arms. As she relaxed in his embrace, he gently took the knife from her. She sobbed as he held her.

Mike looked over at me. “I think we need to have a meeting,” he said, “To let everyone know about you. We don’t want anything else like this happening.”

I nodded slowly as Mike led Julie from the room. After I waved that I was okay, my associates also left, closing the door behind them.

I sagged against the wall and slowly slid to the floor.

Just what kind of man had my double been?

[Livingston]

<snip>

Just what kind of man had my double been?

A player? A playboy? A womanizer? An unmitigated scoundrel?

All of the above?

[davedove]

A player? A playboy? A womanizer? An unmitigated scoundrel?

All of the above?

No need to hide, I think you've pretty much nailed it.

[12stones]

Okay, no sex or murder? What kinda story is this?!

[davedove]

Okay, no sex or murder? What kinda story is this?!

***News Flash***

In the Halls of X Marks the Scot, the member known as 12stones was found dead, obviously murdered as part of some strange sex ritual.

[12stones]

***News Flash***

In the Halls of X Marks the Scot, the member known as 12stones was found dead, obviously murdered as part of some strange sex ritual.

*mutter* Mama always said, "Be careful what you ask for..."


Hey, wait... I'm in the story!!! ...kinda.

[SexyButler]

A player? A playboy? A womanizer? An unmitigated scoundrel?

All of the above?

My type of man!

[CactusJack]

He still needs to talk to your brothers first....

[davedove]

He still needs to talk to your brothers first....

You're going to love the next scene.

[davedove]

Scene 26

Secret Headquarters of the KLF

Despite the events that had occurred during the night, I managed to go back to sleep. I woke up when I felt movement on my bed the next morning.

My eyes shot open as I felt the nude woman slide under the covers and press herself against my back.

“Good morning baby,” she whispered into my ear.

Oh no, it was Diane.

“Diane, listen,” I started as I tried to move away from her.

“Easy baby,” she said as she held me to her. “It’s me. I’m just here to welcome my husband home.”

“Diane, no,” I said as I managed to slip out of her grasp and slide to the edge of the bed. I turned to face her. “I’m sorry, but …”

“Shhh,” she said, placing a finger on my lips to silence me. “I know it’s been a long time, baby. I know that’s why you didn’t come to me last night, but it’s okay. It’s me and I love you.”

“But Diane, you don’t understand.”

“What David, that it’s been over a year? That will just make it more special.”

“No, there is something I have to tell you.”

“Whatever it is, I don’t care. I know we haven’t seen each other for a long time. I even know that you probably had other women in that time. I don’t care; you’re back with me now.”

As she moved for me, I pushed her away. “No Diane, I can’t, I’m not your husband.”

“Oh, don’t be silly,” she giggled, “Of course you are.” Her hands seemed to be everywhere on me.

I was getting a little desperate. “No, really, I am not the man you married. I never was. Didn’t Grant or David talk with you?”

Her hands continued to explore as I tried to keep her away. “Yes, they told me some silly story about how you’re not my David, how you came from some other world. But how could I possibly believe that?”

“But it’s true!”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. Why are you fighting so much? Of course you’re my David. You have the same eyes, your hair is the same, and I’ll bet everything else is the same.” Her hand trailed across my chest. “You even have the same scar that …”

Her eyes went wide and she pulled back. “What happened to your scar?” she asked.

“What scar?”

“Where that man knifed you, at that prison breakout?”

“I don’t have a scar, because that never happened to me,” I answered her seriously. “Because I’m not the man you married.”

Her eyes widened as the realization of what I was saying sunk in. She pulled back more and gathered the covers around her. “You mean it’s true, you really are from another world?”

“Yes, I’m not your David; I never was.”

She shrank into the covers. “Oh God, I’m so sorry.”

“Hey,” I told her, “Don’t be sorry. You thought I was your husband.”

“But you’re not! Oh, I am so embarrassed.”

I gently put my arms around her in a light hug. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. Considering the situation, your actions were completely understandable. In fact, a part of me almost wishes I was your long lost husband.”

She looked up at me with a twinkle of hope and desire in her eyes. “Really? You know it has been over a year.”

“Whoa, cool off girl. I think you need a cold shower,” I laughed.

She also began to laugh.

I noticed she was squirming a bit as she tried to pull the covers around herself. “Uh, David?” she asked.

“Yes?”

“I’m feeling a bit under-dressed. Could you hand me my robe?”