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

**davedove** · 22nd August 08, 07:44 AM

Scene 27

Secret Headquarters of the KLF

I turned my back as Diane put her robe on.

“It’s okay,” she said. I heard her voice crack a little as she spoke.

I turned around and saw her again sitting on my bed. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I sat beside her and took her in my arms.

“I’ll be okay, just give me a minute,” she said through her crying.

I knew what the problem was, however. After a year, she thought that the husband she believed to be dead had returned to her. But now, that belief had been taken from her. To her it would almost feel as if he had died again.

I held her for several minutes until her crying had passed.

“I’m okay now,” she said, “Thank you.” She raised her head and kissed me on the cheek. “You’re a good man,” she said.

She leaned against me with her head on my shoulder. “Can we just sit here a while?”

I kept my arms around her and held her tight. “Sure, take as long as you need.”

“So, are you just like him?” she asked.

“In ways, I suppose, especially physically, except of course for things like scars from wounds I never received. From what I’ve learned though, our personalities are completely different. I would assume that we made some very different choices in our lives.”

“Is there a Diane on your world?”

“Yes, there is.”

“Do you know her very well?”

“I do know her, but not that well. And we’re certainly not married.” I looked down at her. “You wear your hair a little differently though.”

She looked up at me. “You noticed my hair. I don’t think my David ever noticed my hair.”

“I told you; we’re different men.”

She hugged me again then got up. “I'd better be going. People are going to talk.”

“Yeah, some of them are probably already talking.”

“Do you think?” she asked with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. She moved her hands to the belt of her robe and acted as if she were going to untie it. “Well, since they’re already talking.”

“Out woman!” I said laughing and pointing to the door. “Go take a cold shower.”

She laughed and headed to the door. As she stepped outside, she turned her head back. “Bye,” she said and stepped out, closing the door behind her.

I sat on the bed and thought about what had happened this morning.

I wondered just how cold that shower could get.

**SexyButler** · 23rd August 08, 06:31 AM

**davedove** · 23rd August 08, 06:34 AM

Scene 28

Secret Headquarters of the KLF

I dressed and went to round up my associates for breakfast. As we made our way to the dining room, we spoke.

“We missed the portal this morning,” said Ms. Hawk.

“It couldn’t be helped,” I answered. “How were we to know that we’d be caught and thrown in jail?”

“At least we know where David is,” said Ms. Raven, “Although it’s going to be tough to get to him.”

As we stepped into the dining room, I heard an elderly man’s voice. “Oh my, Master Davey, I didn’t know you would be down for your breakfast so soon. I was just finishing my own meager portions to keep my strength up.”

He quickly walked over to us, or at least as quickly as he could. “So good to see you back from campaigning Master Davey. Let old Spasm find you a table.” He led us to a table across the room, even though there were several empty ones we passed. “Here is a good one, right next to the window, so you will have a nice view.” The window he was referring to was a large poster of somewhere in Hawaii.

He scurried around to the ladies. “Please,” he said, “Let old Spasm help you with your chairs, lovely ladies.” He pulled out a chair for each of them. “Please, sit my dears. Oh my, such severe clothing you are wearing. I do hope you will allow me to find you some nice party dresses.”

Both of the ladies thanked him and he turned back to me. “Please, Master Davey, just sit tight and I will bring your milk and oatmeal.” He started to leave.

“Uh, Spasm, I don’t want oatmeal this morning,” I told him. “Couldn’t I just get some pastries and juice?”

“Now, now, Master Davey, I know you have a sweet tooth, but old Spasm knows what’s good for you. You’re a growing boy you know.”

He scurried off to get our oatmeal.

“I guess some people aren’t that different on this world,” said Ms. Raven. “He’s still a sweet old man, even if he isn’t quite all there at times.”

Grant walked up and sat down with us. “David says he keeps him around because he helps out. I think he just wants to look after the old man,” he said, watching Spasm walk away. He turned to me. “I want to ask you something.”

“Go ahead,” I told him.

“This morning, someone reported seeing Diane leave your room and that she was only wearing a robe. How could you? You told us you were different from our Dave, but that kind of thing is just what he would do.”

“Back up a little,” I told him. “I didn’t do what you’re accusing me of doing. I woke up to her climbing into my bed.”

“And you’re going to tell me you didn’t take advantage of that?” he asked sarcastically.

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. Apparently, she didn’t believe what you guys told her last night, so she was coming to welcome back her husband. She was insistent, but I finally convinced her I wasn’t her husband. It turns out that I’m missing a scar that her husband had, from a knife wound.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “The knife wound, that’s how she and your double became involved. He was severely wounded; in fact, there were times when we weren’t sure he would pull through. She nursed him through the whole thing. That scar had significance to her; she would definitely notice if it wasn’t there.”

“Anyway,” I continued, “We had a nice talk, but nothing else happened.”

“Okay,” he said. “I just don’t want to see her get hurt.”

Just then Spasm returned with three bowls of oatmeal and a pitcher of milk.

“Oh, young Master Grant, you’re here as well. Let me set these down and old Spasm will come back with some oatmeal for you. We all know how it’s your favorite.”

Spasm turned to head back to the kitchen.

“I hate oatmeal,” Grant said with a sigh.