AN: I don't own Kim Possible or any of the other characters from the show. That privilege belongs to Disney. Jeanelle and Elena do belong to me though.
At the moment, this story's rated T, but something inside tells me that that may change. I will let you know if it does.
I'm also working on another story with no working title yet. Not sure if I'll publish it here, but if I do, it will definitely be rated M. There won't be anything explicit or anything. But it will cover a rather mature subject that is also rather personal for me. Which is why I'm not sure if I'll publish it or not.
"Wake up!" a little girl cries out as she runs by her parent's bedroom door, "Wakeupmommyanddaddy! It's Christmas!"
"I heard some news," the man, a pale blond, mumbles to his red-haired wife.
"Oh yeah?" she asks, rolling over and opening her emerald eyes as she gazes at her husband, "What news did you hear?"
"It's Christmas!" Ron Stoppable exclaims, getting out of bed and dressing hurriedly as his wife, one Kimberly Anne Stoppable née Possible, giggled at her husband's antics.
"You're just as bad as they are," she admonishes him, rising and reaching for her powder blue robe. Sliding the robe on over her thin white pajamas, she slides some slippers on before following after her husband.
Reaching the living room, Kim smiles as she watches Ron and Elena going through the presents.
After a moment though, she asks, "Where's Jeanelle?"
"Still asleep," Elena says, brushing her honey blonde hair out of her eyes as she grabs another present, "She threw her pillow at me"
"I'll get her up then," Kim says, turning to head to the room the twin girls shared.
"Hey mommy," Elena asks, "If Jeanelle doesn't get up, can I get her presents?"
"Sure," Ron says as Kim laughs, "But she gets your presents in return"
"Aww man," Elena's voice echoes down the hallway as Kim goes to wake up Jeanelle. Opening the door to the twins' shared bedroom, Kim sticks her head in, eyes falling on the poster of a woman clad in black clothing, black feathered wings spread out as if in flight. Shaking her head, Kim wonders where Jeanelle picked up her fascination with such things.
"Come on hun," she says to the lump underneath the blanket "It's time to get up."
The lump mumbles something, but sits up, the blanket falling, revealing the young red head. The girls were twins, but fraternal twins. Elena is a tall blonde, with strong features and green eyes full of mischief and laughter, extremely active and outgoing, loving sports. Jeanelle on the other hand, with her fiery hair, elfish face and dark brown eyes was a quiet and introspective kid, preferring her solitude and her books, although she could be just as active as her sister if she thinks it's worth it.
"I don't have school today mommy," she mutters, wiping at her eyes with one hand.
"No hun, but it is Christmas, so get up and get out there" Kim says.
That causes Jeanelle to hurry up as she gets dressed. Although she seemed to be heading towards being a goth, she was still a kid, and like all kids, she loves Christmas.
Seeing her hurry, Kim heads to the kitchen to prepare some coffee for herself and her husband. She still wasn't a good cook, but Ron claimed to love her coffee. As the coffee brews, Kim leans back against the counter, smiling as she goes down memory lane.
After high school, Kim went to Go University, earning dual degrees in psychology and Criminal Justice. Ron had also gone to GU, getting a culinary degree and a business degree. After college, they had gotten married before starting their respective careers. Kim went to work at Global Justice, her freelance work getting her a high position in the organization. Her hard work and dedication paid off and she was now second in command at Global Justice, working directly for Doctor Director herself.
Ron had turned into a success as well. After college, he started a 5 star restaurant that was still listed in the top 5 restaurants in the country, even after 10 years. He was also looking into opening another restaurant in Go City.
But those successes paled in comparison to the birth of the twin girls 9 years ago. Nothing came close to the night those two came into the world, although Ron was also a patient later that night after Kim squeezed his hand too hard, breaking one of the small bones in his hand.
Her reverie is broken when Elena comes in, carrying a Bratz doll. Hugging Kim, Elena says, "Thank you Mommy. And thank you for the make-up kit for her too."
"You're welcome honey," Kim says, hugging Elena back. "Now go open the rest of your presents. I'll be in shortly," she says, playfully swatting Elena's butt to get her going.
A few minutes later, Kim enters the living room carrying two cups of coffee. Handing one to her husband, she snuggles up to him on the couch, watching their daughters opening their presents. The rest of the morning is spent that way, Elena laughing and joyful with each present, even Jeanelle smiling, especially when she opens one present to find Prometheus Unbound, the play by Percy Bysshe Shelley. She may have been only nine, but she was an advanced student at school, which was to be expected considering her lineage.
After the presents have been opened, Ron serves a breakfast of omelets with Kim and Ron having an english muffin on the side, Elena having toast, and Jeanelle having a bagel with cream cheese. Once breakfast is done, they all return to the living room, and enjoy Ron's favorite tradition, which consists of watching a DVD of Snowman Hank.
Elena loved Snowman Hank and it showed. Jeanelle on the other hand, you couldn't get her to admit that she liked it. When it comes on, she slumps on the couch, a bored expression on her face, and arms crossed over her chest, although about halfway through, when Kim turns to look at her, she's seen mouthing the words and petting Rehan, Rufus' granddaughter, Rufus having passed on 6 years ago, but not before having bred with another naked mole rat.
After the movie, the kids call their relatives to thank them for the gifts. Kim takes the time to chew out her brothers for their gifts, the older twins sending the younger set chemistry sets with volatile chemicals, which Jeanelle absolutely loved, almost as much as her new book by Shelley. Once done, the kids bundle up and head outside to play, leaving their parents the clean up.
After picking up the last of the wrapping, Kim sighs and settles onto the couch, curling up to Ron, who puts his arm around her.
"Another Christmas gone," Kim says, almost wistfully.
"Yeah," Ron says, looking down at his wife. Even after 10 years, he still gets a swell of emotion whenever he thinks of Kim as his wife. Leaning down, he kisses her softly, "We did good this year" he murmurs.
"Yeah," Kim sighs, smiling, "Gonna kill the Tweebs though."
Ron laughs, "Aww, don't be so hard on them. Besides, they wouldn't send the gifts if our set didn't like them."
Kim grumbles good naturedly, "Yeah Yeah. How much you want to bet that Jeanelle will destroy the house with the chemistry set?"
"About the same that Elena will do the same," Ron says, chuckling, "What I get for marrying the daughter of a brain surgeon and a rocket scientist."
Kim elbows Ron in the side, "Hush you. Like you don't encourage them."
"What?" Ron asks, laughing, "I don't encourage them to destroy things. I urge them to use their energy and brains in creative ways"
"Uh-huh" Kim says doubtfully, sipping her coffee, "I- Wait. Did you hear that?"
"I didn't hear anything," Ron says, looking at the door, "But Rehan is going nuts" pointing to the naked molerat, who's scratching at the door and grunting, "Hnk Hnk. Kids."
"What's going on?" Kim asks, rushing to the door and opening it. As she looks out the door, her hand falls from the door knob, stilled in shock for a moment. Then like a horse out of the starting gate, she's running out into the snow, rage making her not feel the cold snow under her feet as she screams her kids' names.
Ron makes it to the door just after she does, and he gets a good look before he too takes off, eyes glowing blue.
Across the street, two men have Jeanelle and Elena, and are shoving them into the back of a white featureless and windowless van. Once the kids are loaded, the men hurriedly leap into the back, closing the door as the van takes off, tires squealing as it goes down the street.
"Give me my kids back!" Kim screams, years of athleticism and pure anger and fear keeping her going. Ron's eyes are blazing now, and he easily overtakes his wife, steam rising from his footprints as he runs. But it's useless. The van makes a sudden turn and is lost amidst the rush hour traffic.
Kim drops to her knees, ignoring the wetness as tears stream down her face, "Give me my babies back," she cries as Ron rejoins her, pulling her into his embrace, rage twisting his features as he stares at the traffic ahead. Someone had just made the worst mistake of their life.
What a way to start huh? So what ya think? Read and review.