A different style of story for me. Hope y'all enjoy…
Disclaimer: As I've mentioned before, I do not own or gather any monetary compensation for writing this, nor do I have any legal connection with the Kim Possible characters. Any other characters outside of the Kim possible show in this story are OC's of my own creation. Some of the language will be a bit more "Real World", but it's nothing that bad. Hence the "T" rating, so please, read responsibly.
Saved
I can't believe how my life has changed. My name is Elizabeth Harris, but most people call me Lizzy, and I am eleven years old. I live with my mother in Go City. My father died about two years ago, and he was our sole provider.
To keep the local child protection agency from taking me away, my mother has gone… "Off the Grid", as she liked to say. We have been living in our car for the past six months, and this is the first winter we have experienced in our car/home.
My mom has been trying to find work, but it's hard, especially in the wintertime in a big city. We tried going to the local shelters, but they all said they were full and to check back the next day. When we would come back, the answer was always the same… "Sorry… Try again tomorrow". They would at least give us a little food and water before sending us back outside.
I try to keep warm with about 3 layers of coats and a couple blankets, but I still get cold. It has to be at least below freezing outside, as the moisture that collects on the inside of our windows freeze almost immediately.
My mom has developed a nasty cough, and I can tell she has a fever. Sometimes her forehead is so hot I can barely hold my hand against it.
It was today that I thought her fever had broken, as she wasn't near as warm, so I thought things would get better. She hasn't woken up at all today, and the sun is starting to go down. This is the first time she hasn't woken up. At least I can still see her breath, but seems to be quick. Things are not good, and I fear that my mother won't last much longer in this cold, and I might be next. We need help, so I've decided to get out of the car and see if I can find someone to help us.
I get out of the car and immediately begin to shiver it's so cold. Looking around, all I see is snow and ice from the previous day's storm, and snow piled up against the car where a snowplow had driven past.
The sun has set over the tall buildings around us, and they seem so dark. I see nothing and nobody around us, but I don't want to leave my mother alone. Just as I'm about to get back into the car, I see a pair of headlights slowly come around a far corner. Hoping upon hope that this was someone that would help and not try to steal from us or kill us, I step into the road to try and get his or her attention.
What I did though, was misjudge the distance, and the fact that the road was covered with ice. The driver saw me, but he slammed on the brakes making the car skid. I tried to get out of the way, but the sliding car seemed to follow me!
…x x x x…
"Hello? Little girl? Are you OK? Damn… I hope I didn't kill her." The voice cut through the fog in my brain, and then I felt a light slap on the side of my face. It made my cheek sting since it was so cold, and pulled me back awake.
"Little girl… are you OK?"
I opened my eyes, and I saw the face of someone who looked… for lack of a better word or phrase… kind. He seemed older, maybe about the age of my mom, or even a little younger. He had big brown caring eyes, and light freckles on his cheeks. He had a mop of blond hair that stuck out from underneath a stocking cap, which had… was that the face of a ferret on the front?
"Little girl… My name is Ron. Are you hurt?" He was definitely someone that wasn't going to hurt my mother and I.
"Y… yeah. I'm OK… but my butt is a bit sore… and cold." He held out a hand, which I took and he pulled me up into a standing position.
"I think that's where the corner of my car hit you. Sorry 'bout that." His smile was so genuine, and it reminded me a bit of my father, but that was so long ago.
"What's your name? I can't keep calling you 'Little Girl' now, can I?"
"E… Elizabeth… but everyone calls me Lizzy." I brushed some hair out of my eyes so I could see better.
"Are you out here alone Lizzy? You look half frozen. Would you like to get inside my car and warm up?" My first reaction was to say no, as I wasn't supposed to get in the car of a stranger, but something told me to trust him.
Before I answered, I took his hand and led him to our car. It was so cold outside I could barely talk. "M… my mom is in there, and she's real s… sick. C… can you help her first?"
Ron opened the door next to the sidewalk, and he leaned inside. I walked up next to him to see if he could help. When he placed two fingers on the side of her neck I saw Mom slowly raise a hand towards him. Maybe Mom was going to be OK.
She gently placed a hand on the side of his head and guided him down to her so she could say something. I could barely hear her, so I'm sure Ron could hear clearly. Even though it was hard for me to hear, I clearly heard my mother say, "P… please take care… of Lizzy, and tell that I… love… her."
My mom's hand fell off to the side of the back seat, dangling in mid-air, and Ron placed two fingers on the side of her neck again. I saw him bow his head, and then placed her hand onto her chest.
"Is… is she…?" I dared not say the word.
I saw tears falling from his eyes before he said three words. "I'm sorry Lizzy."
…x x x x…
It must have been a while, as I woke in the passenger seat of a car. It surprised me so much to be in an unfamiliar place that I let out a strangled scream.
"Whoa!" The car slid a little, but then the driver regained control and looked over at me. "Good, you're awake Lizzy. Do you remember me?"
Of course I did. "You said your name was Ron."
"That's right. Do… do you remember what happened to your mother?" Again I saw those caring brown eyes.
I dropped my own gaze, and felt tears falling down my cheeks. "Yes."
"I'm taking you to a hospital Lizzy, to get you checked out. There I'm going to call someone who can help us." He then messed with something on the dashboard. "Damn rental GPS. These things aren't as good as a Kimmunicator."
"Uhh… a what?" I had never heard of anything like that.
"A Kim… err… never mind. It's a device that I could have called help on right away, and it uses an advanced mapping system to tell me where I need to go. But I left it at home because I was in such a rush."
Now that I had some time to look at Ron a little closer, I saw that he had a suit on, and it looked like a nice one. I looked around the small car, and I saw in the back seat what looked like a tux wrapped in a plastic bag, and a box with a clear lid. Inside I could see what appeared to be a flower of some kind.
Chuckling, I asked "Where you going? A wedding?"
He quickly looked over at me, but then just as quick he flashed another smile. "You're quite observant Lizzy, but you're almost right. I am… or I was… going to a wedding rehearsal."
"Best Man?" I asked, felling a bit curious about this guy that had saved me.
"One higher." He said, and I raised my eyebrows.
"The Groom?" He nodded with the biggest smile I had seen on him yet. "You… you're missing a wedding party because you… want to help… me?"
"Of course Lizzy… It's what I do. It's what… WE… do." He then pulled a wallet from the center console, while still keeping an eye on the road, and opened it to reveal a picture. "My full name is Ron Stoppable, and this is my fiancé… Kim Possible."
"Th… the REAL Kim Possible?" I said with my eyes wide and a dropped jaw. The shock of learning who my saviors were was too much for me, and I must have fainted at that point.
To be continued…
Yeah, I'm starting a short story here that I expect to be somewhere between 3 to 5 chapters. I'm trying something a little different here, as I'm going to try and write this in Present Tense, and First Person. We'll how well I do this. So… Please don't flame, but if you find anything that doesn't match up to those parameters, PLEASE let me know.