Dream Weaver
The stark reality of teenage training had begun after what many would say, parents excepted was an all too short summer escape. At this instant the majority of the returning students of Middleton Senior School were situated in the auditorium enjoying what could only be called light entertainment.
The hall was large enough to hold the majority of the student body and facility in relative comfort if you didn't mind seating in more of an aircraft nature. They were made of a cheep red fabric spaced closely together with the option of having only one set of arms meaning only a single occupant got an arm to rest his or her limb upon. The auditorium was slopped in such a way that the only good seating was for people in the back who could stand leaning against the far wall.
A hole in the back wall allowed for a projector if of coarse one could be found in this day and age. The front held an orchestra pit that was unoccupied at the moment but could on those odd occasions hold a small band if they didn't have much equipment. The walls leading down to the stage were of old fake paneling but only to just above head height, dark red brick lined with small lights rose above. Portraits of former principles and others of recognition glared down upon those assembled. Above mounted to the brick were speakers that tended to give more feedback than quality sound although if the speaker knew what he or she was doing the vocals could come through load and clear.
Upon the large wooden stage with its heavy red curtains drawn open were placed several metal and wood chairs, most holding students in various degrees of unconsciousness. Other volunteers were doing silly things not of their own freewill, hypnotized. In the center of the stage a man well dressed in a dark blue suit, mike in hand commanded those people to do daft actions for the amusement of those in the audience.
Kim Possible never like seeing people humiliated, most especially herself, so this was not to her amusement. The blonde youth seated beside her was laughing whole heartedly. He was her long time best friend who had most recently graduated to boyfriend and sometimes lover, when they could get away with it. She may not have like him enjoying the discomfort of others but could understand his delight; he was the one most likely to be humiliated by anyone and everyone.
Ron Stoppable was the same height physically as Kim but where she was smart, athletic, pretty and popular he was not. His short blonde hair was in a constant state of disrepair, he was not the sharpest tool in the shed but with the right motivation and on any given topic he enjoyed he would dive straight in and work hard to get a moderately acceptable mark. Clothing that seemed to hang off his thin frame managed to cover what was becoming a nicely muscled body, he just needed a little more work. That was one of many big things Kim kept secret about her boyfriend.
There were many reasons why she loved him deeply, the most pressing was the fact was that he and his pet naked mole rat, Rufus, would drop everything and come running whenever she was in trouble regardless of if she was trying to save the world or not.
Kim turned back to the stage she could see the man staring coldly in her direction and then it hit her. Her body cringed and her eyes squeezed tightly shut as a massive wave of pain shot through her head. It had begun just behind her eyes and immediately shot to the rear of her skull enveloping everything in between. Kim managed to wring a earnest cry to her love.
In seconds her arms pressed tightly to the sides of her temples as she doubled over until her head was tucked between her knees and there she let out another pitiful cry. This time he heard.
"KP you alright?" His eyes had widened as one hand tenderly touched her back. He was now leaning over her far enough that she could feel his breath on her check.
"My head feels like it's going to explode!" her voice was barely more than a whisper and tears were streaming down the side of her face. Never had Kim Possible felt pain on this level.
Carefully Ron lifted her out of the seat and walked her quickly out of the darkened auditorium holding her pained wracked body closely to his own.
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Kim lay quietly on the solid cot, a damp cloth covering the top of her head to just below her eyes. She could feel small droplets of moisture slowing running down her face. After her episode in the auditorium Ron had run her down to the schools first aid room and then gone to get some help.
The room was the same age as the school but appeared far older. The interior had not seen the attention from a paint brush in ages and the white walls were faded and yellowed. In the one corner of the room was a desk and an old office chair that held more dirt than fabric. The desk may have been designed and constructed well before Kim was born and had migrated here when the office got new furniture a generation ago, it was spray painted a deep blue with a black plastic work surface pitted and stained.
Other objects contained in this tiny room were an old metal file type cabinet that held the first aid supplies. Two dilapidated chairs were close by the horribly uncomfortable metal cot and both were occupied by two people who were not helping her situation by any stretch of the imagination. Since leaving the auditorium her head had ceased its pounding and only a dull headache remained.
Mr. Barkken was in one chair with his thunderous voice making Kim feel like she was standing next to an aircraft engine every time he spoke. As for her boyfriend he seemed to be trying to kill her off by going down a list of every conceivable head ailment known to man and most of them fatal.
"How about a brain aneurism?" he inquired of Mr. Barkken who just so happened to be the school first aider along with all the other tasks he undertook to keep the school running at peak military efficiency.
"No there would be blood oozing from her orifices." Was the reply.
Kim couldn't handle it any more "Will you two stop trying to kill me off." She whispered
Mr. B just shrugged his shoulders and leaned back into the chair; Ron glanced down at the floor and mumbled his apologies. Kim continued on "Now since it is almost time to go I would like to head home and talk to Mom about this."
"Your mothers a surgeon not a doctor."
"Well than she can put me in touch with someone who can figure this out." Slowly she tried to raze her body up. The cloth slid down off her face bounced off her chest and plopped into her lap leaving damp streaks as it went. The process of rising sent the room into a spin and she needed to use the wall to steady herself. Before she could tumble to the floor Ron came to Kim's aid and carefully helped her away.
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A wicked grin traversed Kim's lovely round face. She looked across at her adversary, he was toast but didn't know it yet. Short sword drawn and pointed directly at her chest the ninja dressed from head to toe in black waited for her next move.
A quick sideways glance showed Ron was doing acceptable. Who would have thought a ninja would be scared of mice or a rat as the case may be. She could see the man running hysterically around being chased gleefully by Rufus who was in turn being fallowed by his master Ron, who was screaming like a maniac waving the poor ninja's weapon around his head looking for all intensive purposes like a holy terror sent down from above.
Her quick glance was what the ninja had been waiting for. A moment distraction and he was upon her. He quickly thrust his sword towards her exposed midriff and an instant later he flipped the blade upward and sliced sky wards en route to her chin. Only Kim wasn't there her glance sideways had been twofold, she was worried about Ron and second she wanted her adversary to strike first. She needed to get inside the range of that weapon.
Kim had twisted backwards away from the thrust then proceeded to back flip out of range of his next blow. She could see his face contort in anger behind the mask, he must of finally figured out she was playing with him. That didn't stop him trying to finish her off. The blade sliced back and forth connecting with nothing but air. Kim's moves were both elegant and precise, experience gained from years of cheer practice and battling villains of higher caliber than this poor chap. She still needed to take him seriously the blade he swung in her general vicinity could cut through her flesh with ease.
Kim ended a flip bouncing off the tips of her toes and a suddenly went wide eyes as she felt herself back into a tree. The ninja wasted no time he brought the blade down aiming to part her hair down the middle. Kim was forced to spiral out of the way but the ninja's blade tuned sharply toward her knees. Kim sprang away cart wheeling out of range. Out of the corner of her eye Kim could see the man spin around quickly and thrust the blade forward this time she heard a satisfying thunk as the knife blade stabbed into the tree.
Landing lightly upon the balls of her feet Kim sent her fist into the kidney's of her attacker. He twisted most satisfyingly as a heavy groan escaped his lips unfortunately for him Kim wasn't finished yet. A second blow plowed into his opposite side forcing him down to his knees. Finally the last punch ended his career and sent him into unconsciousness.
Kim pirouetted around triumphed standing graciously like the goddess Nike before the assembled. As she glanced out Kim could see a crowd had formed they all stared at her and Kim with a huge grin upon her face lapped up the attention. Cameras flashed in her direction blinding her slightly but she loved the attention, loved being the hero.
Suddenly a shadow appeared before her, it was Ron a frown graced his freckled face and he shook his head slightly. In his outstretched hand he held his pants out towards her. She stared down in confusion. Why would he do something like that?
Surprised she spun around quickly. Imbedded in the tree was the sword and dangling slightly below the shining blade blowing on a distant breeze was her pants.
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Kim awoke with a start the clock beside her bed glowed red showing the hour to be a little after three. She let out a groan and covered her head with the pillow and attempted to return to sleep.
The sun had begun to rise as the two young lovers meandered their way to school. Both had packs upon their backs carrying the obligatory notes needed to participate in school activities.
Kim let out a heavy sigh as she leaned her body against that of her boyfriend.
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"You alright KP you look kind of tired?"
Indeed Kim did look tired the bags under her eyes showed darkly against her pale skin regardless of fact that concealment had been trowelled on in an attempt to make them less obvious. "Another stupid dream last night." She let the sentence tail off momentarily before continuing "I don't think I'd mind as much but I can never get back to sleep."
"So what was it this time?"
"I lost my pants in a fight." Kim mumbled as quietly as possible.
Obviously not subtle enough for Ron perked up at the image that sprang into his one track mind. "Oooo I like that thought." Beside him Kim frowned and glared at him but didn't think that quite enough so preceded with a slight jab into his ribs. Several second elapsed before the wind returned to Ron's chest "You know these dreams are getting stranger every day."
"I know. But I'm not sure what to do?"
"You could talk to your mother."
"About what the fact that I'm having bad dreams." Kim was beginning to become exasperated.
"She's a brain surgeon Kim she might know what to do."
Kim pulled away slightly and turned to face him "She is a surgeon Ron not a doctor. Too completely different things."
Ron was beginning to feel sorry he brought things up "Come on Kim you're starting to look awful." Realizing the error of his words and tried not to dig himself into to deep a hole. "I mean you're always incredibly beautiful but I mean…um….well…" his words trailed off as he tried to do his best interpretation of the puppy dog pout in an attempt to beg forgiveness.
Kim sighed as her shoulders drooped she knew he cared for her and was only trying to help, but the facts added up to him being correct. She was beginning to look and feel awful. The lack of sleep was beginning to take its toll on her health. Leaning her body back into his she conceded defeat "Alright." She began meekly "I'll get Wade to do a scan on me after we get home."
Ron smiled, hugged her and planted a solid kiss upon her cheek. Who said young people couldn't talk out their problems. And with that the two silently strolled the remainder of the way to school.
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Kim Possible was not in the best of moods. The Kimmunicator had been wrenched out of her hands by an over eager boyfriend and she was seated uncomfortably on the edge of her bed. "Ok Wade ya ready to go?" Ron stated.
"No problem Ron just hold the Kimmunicator over Kim and slowly move it down her body to mid chest I'll do the rest." Wade stated over the airwaves.
Ron put his palm on Kim's forehead and gently gave a shove toppling her backwards onto the covers. She watched arms folded across her chest as the small blue plastic device dowsed her in a pail yellow light. She proceeded to watch as Ron slowly let it drift down the length of her body stopping well below her chest before he ceased the physical portion of the scan.
Plopping down on the mattresses beside and wrapping one arm around her shoulders he cradled her against his body. Ron held out the Kimmunicator at arms length so both watch Wade and be informed by the results of his analysis. "Ok once the computers done crunching the data we'll compare the information with all known medical texts to find out what's wrong with Kim." The small plump coloured boy stated as he punched away his keyboard.
There was an odd silence as both teens sat eyes fixed to the tiny screen waiting for anything. Wade took a sip of soda from a glass by his setup then rubbed his chin in contemplation. "Well Kim much as I hate to say it the computer shows nothing inside your head" punching on the keyboard a little more and the results of the scan showed up on the small blue communications device.
Kim glared over at Ron "Don't say anything!" Ron rolled his head off to the side and bit his lip. Turning her attention back to her computer tech. "You're sure you can't find anything?"
"Sorry Kim there's nothing going on inside your head that shouldn't be there." Wade shrugged defeated there wasn't really anything more he could do. "I could make the field smaller and go from there?"
"That's alright Wade we'll figure something out." Kim let out a sigh punched the off button on the Kimmunicator and sagged into her boyfriends embrace.
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He had dodged, twisted, turned and spun his way around her every move. The fact that his appearance was more befitting of an elderly man with hair more grey than black slightly hunched over and carrying a cane not to mention being dressed in a smoking jacket complete with kerchief. He showed almost none of the failings of the elderly, his movements were quite in elegant evading her every strike.
Now Kim Possible had him back against the wall so to speak. Their battle in the courtyard of his island home was drawing to its finality, the inevitable defeat of villainy, at least temporarily. Pointing her finger she informed him quite boldly "Gigs up Senor Senior….Senior. There's no place left for you to turn, it's time to give yourself up."
A wicked smile crossed his lips and with a very polite accented tone educated her "I think not Ms. Possible. I still have one more little trick up my sleeve. Junior to me!" he hollered
From somewhere out beyond the pool area hidden by a monstrous sun lamp the answering cry came from his somewhat vain son Senor Senior Junior. "I am coming father." He called in his thickly accented voice. And around the corner jogging quickly entered the figure of…
Kim shook her head in shock blinking several times not entirely certain of the visions that confronted her. The figure was small, wiry and blonde but well tanned and bedecked out in a tiny little blue Speedo bathing suit. What was her Ron doing with Senior and talking in Junior's funny accent?
Standing behind his father? Hands on his hips, cocky grin across his face "Ah Kim Possible so you come to darken our doorstep once more." He stated with a point of his buffed fingernail.
Senior turned "Junior where is the device?" he asked
"What device father?"
His father groaned shaking his head ashamed "The device we were going to use on Kim Possible when she arrived to stop our evil plans."
"Oh I think I left it in the room with the telly. Shall I get it now?"
Kim still stood staring, her mouth hanging open something was definitely wrong with the situation as it stood. Then from behind came a familiar cry "I'm comin' KP!" She turned around and charging towards her was not Ron but Junior dressed in a familiar black sweater and matching grey cargo pants. Perched upon his shoulder was the ever familiar Rufus and at least he was acting normal. Although she was not entirely certain what normal was for a naked mole rat because Rufus was anything but your average rodent.
'Ron' stopped beside her out of breath. He leaned his hands upon his knees and panted "I'm here KP. Give me a minute I'm ready" he wheezed.
"I have it father!" Kim spun around once more to face her foes. Mere meters in front of her stood Ron still in his little suit taking aiming at her with a very large weapon. "Shall I take aim now?"
"Yes Junior fire at will!"
"Who is this Will? I do not see anyone else here?"
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With a start Kim awoke. She was in her darkened bedroom. Moonlight streamed in through the outsized windows it was still late into the night. She cursed to herself, another lousy dream they were well past the point of becoming a major annoyance.
She rolled over not even bothering to glance at the alarm clock beside her bed and groaned as she threw the covers over head. Grumbling at the fact that no matter how hard she tried she would get no more real rest tonight. As she squeezed her green eyes tight shut a smile crossed her lips as visions of Ron dressed in an itty bitty teeny weenie little bathing suit danced through her head maybe she'd get him into briefs some time.
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The school cafeteria was slowly emptying out. The scrap of chairs against the floor signaled the exodus. Trays were dumped and dropped into racks, dirty tables quickly wiped onto the floor and the noise of multiple conversations trying of override the clamor.
Somewhere is this din sat a young red haired girl, her head resting against her text books utilizing them to keep her face and hair off the sticky table. Hands folded neatly under her head making a slightly more comfortable pillow. Breaths that came long and slow, her body attempting to relax to a level it had not know in quite sometime. It had been a number of weeks since she could remember a good restful night sleep and it was catching up with her. Almost every free moment in an otherwise hectic schedule was taken up by napping.
Close by sat her boyfriend leaning back in his chair chatting amiably with another woman. If the attractive coloured girl had not been the red head's best girl friend and the couple's mutual friend then the young red head might have had a slight jealousy fit. Presently on the table was an odd little pink rodent lying upon an empty plate pleasantly full after devouring the unwanted remains of lunch.
As the boyfriend chatted about nothing in general with the coloured girl nearby he was stroking his woman's back slowly and gently with his small fingernails, it was the main reason she was so relaxed at this time. He wasn't the brightest of students but he had learned very quickly which buttons to push to ensure his best girl turned to putty in his fingers.
Figuring she was asleep at this point he ceased his attentions. Bringing his arm around he began to massage the appendage trying to get the blood flow back down to its length. His present verbal companion tittered at the faces he made with his discomfort and the naked mole rat just wallowed happily on the plate.
It didn't take long before his consort groggily raised her head to face him. "Hey don't stop." Her eyes weren't quite focused but she knew where he was and could recognize his touch especially when it ceased.
Cracking his knuckles gently he slid his arm back into place and gradually started playing his fingers over her back after all it was only a long fifteen minutes until the end of lunch.
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Kim Possible looked around her. There was a multitude of people surrounding her person all impeccably dressed and she for some unknown reason was attired in her mission clothes and they were looking quite the mess wrinkled and dirty. She was seated in an uncomfortable wooden pew at the center of a very large cathedral. As she continued to look about, the throng around her seemed to be ignoring her chatting amiably amongst themselves.
The building was massive, ceiling towered overhead, and heavy brick walls with pillars spaced at regular intervals long thin stained glass windows rose almost to the rafters. The very front held an alter, a podium for a priest as well as an area for the organist and the accompanying choir all made of deeply stained wood. At the top of a short set of stairs was positioned a long heavy table the center held a very hefty bouquet of flowers with candles to either side. All around the pews were fluffy white decorations which led Kim to believe she was present at a wedding. Of coarse several questions came to mind as to why she was dressed in her mission clothes and also the fact that if she were invited to a wedding why was Ron not seated beside her?
Folding her arms cross her chest one leg positioned over the knee she leaned back in place with a mad disposition cross her face. Kim's eyes still roamed the hall looking for at least someone she might recognize until at last her gaze fell upon a familiar blonde male. Sliding forward Kim gripped the back of the pew in front and smiled. No wonder Ron was not beside her he was in the wedding party. That was acceptable. Leaning back again she began to wonder whom did Ron know that she didn't. Although his standing among the schools higherarky had improved considerably since the populace guessed at what the two young heroes did occasionally during the all to short time between missions. Kim leaned back again her one leg jiggling nervously against the other as she waited patiently for things to begin.
It seemed an eternity before Kim was jarred awake by the thunderous roar of the organ. Kim and the rest of the assembly looked back for the first glimpse of the bride. Kim grimaced at the sight. The bride strolled down the isle wearing tall white heels, extremely tight fitting mini skirt a puffy bow and long train fixed to the rear. Small midriff bearing top completed the dress, the brides face was covered by the veil which not only hid her face but also her entire head. Kim leaned back disgusted there was no way she was wearing anything that tacky at her wedding.
Kim snorted at the though of the poor sod who would merry that hussy. She watched as the bride finished her long walk forward ceased moving at the very base of the short flight of steps, Ron walked over and stood beside her.
Kim shot up screaming "Over my dead body!" No one was marrying Ron except her. She launched herself towards the front of the church sailing over the heads of all onlookers. Her eyes blazed red, teeth set in an inhuman snarl, fingers lancing out like claws she set herself upon her prey.
The bride nimbly dodged the aggressive attack. Kim landed upon the stairs and didn't hesitate before attacking the girl again. The object of Kim's torment danced before her sidestepping and twisting around her every attack. The girl even had the gal to smack Kim several time with the flower arrangement. Kim's temper rose with each failed strike. Every punch and kick came up empty. Finally Kim had, had enough and began punch that brought the bride down into a crouch position but Kim's attack had only been a faint. Kim's other arm came up and caught the bride hard in the gut doubling her over and causing the veil to fly through the air revealing the face beneath.
"See Kim anything you have I can take away." Venomously the words emerged from Bonnie's smug mouth.
Reaching down Kim grasped the front of the wedding gown and haled Bonnie upwards. With a final act Kim raised her fist ready to bring it crashing down.
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Kim opened her eyes. She was kneeling upon her bed inside the darkened room, a slight rain splattered against the windows. Her breath came heavy and coarse, looking up one fist was held high in the air the other had a heavy death grip upon the pillow. Her body that had seconds ago been keyed up now deflated exhausted and spent. Not even bothering to look at the clock she just collapsed upon the bed into an almost fetal position burying her face into the pillow which was now clutched tightly against her chest, there she let out a slow painful moan.
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"I though you loved me?"
"I do love you Ron."
"But marrying Bonnie….Ug!"
"It's my nightmare." Kim's words started to come out more as a whine so Ron stopped his teasing.
Indeed Ron had noticed a change in Kim, it had been slow at first but now it was becoming highly noticeable. Just the visible, Kim had never been one for lots of makeup she had a naturally beautiful face so just needed highlights to bring out her physical beauty but now she didn't even bother. Her eyes were blood shot and sometimes hardly open at all, the bags beneath were large and very dark. Her strength was almost gone. She carried her own book bag but was leaning heavily against him not out of affection but for support.
Kimberly Ann's emotions were out of wack as well. She was a very passionate girl, no question about it but now it didn't take much to set off her temper or onto the other extreme practically into tears. For almost as long as he had know Kim she had always avoided crying Ron didn't know if she felt it was weakness but there were few times he could recall when the tears had flowed. The only exception to that rule was when they made love and that was in the throws of ecstasy.
So Ron let things lie holding her about the waist her eyes were closed and she was cuddled close to his body, a place where she felt secure and in that position he quietly guided her to school.
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The sun shone in a glorious golden sheen through the outsized windows along the one side of the office workspace. It accented beautifully with the goldenrod paint that covered the walls and the soft light brown carpeting on the floor. The drapes were wide open to let in all the sunbeams that Mother Nature would allow on this fall day.
Along the one wall were bolted at head height two rows of light panels designed for the viewing of X-rays sheets. Below was a small long table with drawers were files could be laid when too numerous were the plastic sheets. A second wall held several frames some of whom held the credentials to the owner of the office. Other frames held various pictures of her family as they aged.
Out from the wall was a heavy wooden desk stained a light shade of brown and it occupied a large portion of the office. Two large comfy leather chairs were positioned before the desk and behind held an executive style swivel chair. Upon the desk was the usual assortment of things needed to run a successful practice. A flat panel computer screen and keyboard, the CPU was below hidden from view, a phone the pencils, markers, and pads of paper along with several file folders completed the clutter on this desk.
The only other objects were the several plants that hung along the walls, several of the hangers had been made by the children of the occupant. A closet jutted out from the far wall to house extra clothing or winter things for the owner of the room.
The owner of this office, who at this moment was sitting behind the large desk typing away at the keyboard. Her light shoulder length orange hair was slightly tousled as she occasionally ran her fingers through its length. She was a very attractive middle aged woman who liked to keep herself in excellent shape. Tall and willowy was her framework with eyes of blue and lips full she was a stunning achievement of womanhood.
Right now she was typing away on the computer doing the usual paperwork that piled up for a practicing brain surgeon. Her long stocking clad legs were crossed at the ankles and tucked neatly underneath the immense chair. The purple heals she had worn this morning had been discarded nearby she dearly loved her shoes regardless of the fact that they sometimes caused her pains.
Leaning forward she contemplated what she had written, tapping the screen with one short coloured nail then with a swift movement brought her hand back to her chin and rethought the words just weren't going down the way she wished.
The ringing of the nearby phone brought her out of her bureaucratic world. Before answering she noticed the clock on the monitor, it was later than she had imagined. "Good afternoon, Dr. Possible." Her voice was full of cheer.
The voice on the other end responded to the salutations with equal enthusiasm. It was the Possible family doctor. "You did ask me to call you on the results of Kimberly's physical."
Mrs. Possible leaned back into her chair letting it ease rearwards. "Yes thank you. I'm sorry about the lack of advanced notice but we are really worried."
"No problem. It was just a minor physical." The doctor responded.
Mrs. Possible now crossed her legs at the knee and waited for the results of the examination of her only daughter. "So what did you find?"
"You realize the blood work won't be ready for some time." Dr. P nodded but the gesture would not be seen by the person on the other end. "Except for physical exhaustion caused by the lack of sleep she's in excellent shape nothing wrong with her. Although I think her husband seems to be more worried about this than she is." Mrs. Possible just smiled the majority of the people who met Kim & Ron figured they acted like a married couple and that had been many years ago. "Did you know he carries around a bald rodent in his pocket?"
"Yes, the little creature is harmless and always kept clean."
"Although I must admit the creature was quite a hit in the waiting room." There was a brief pause as the family doctor continued. "Now the only thing I can really suggest is. One, I can recommend a sleep clinic to see if Kimberly has a sleep disorder. Second, well there's talking with a physiologist, there could be something eating away at her emotionally and lastly. Well she could go in for a scan of her cranium to see if there's something wrong that's not manifesting itself physically. Ultimately it'll be your call."
Mrs. Possible let out a sigh and gnawed on her lip, she wasn't one hundred percent trusting on the sleep clinic and she knew that Kimmy would balk at going to a shrink. "The family will have to talk things over tonight but I think we'll do the scan first and see what comes out of that."
"Ok I'll get the paperwork started and let you know how the blood work turns out when the results are in. Talk to you soon." And with that he said his good byes and hung up the phone.
Dr. Possible hung up the receiver and just sat in her chair staring off into nothingness having no more answers than before.
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As Kim trod through the lush grassy field her fingers brushed against the tips of the stocks. A slight breeze blew through the leaves of the nearby trees, the smell of fresh flowers waft through the air but no sound echoed anywhere. Kim had no idea where she was headed she just wondered lazily through the day. Slowly she rose over a small hill and couldn't help but notice a small knot of people at its base.
As she neared she could see all were dressed in black and huddled together in silence. Recognizing many as those persons she had helped in the past and who continued to give her aid in the many world saving adventures she undertook. She wasn't sure why they were clumped together in this one spot quietly murmuring amongst themselves.
None seemed to notice as she pushed and shoved her way through the throng attempting to find out why people were here. As Kim finally made her way to the front an awfulness struck close to her heart. A simple grey coloured coffin lay before her. It was positioned over a deep hole, the stone behind read in bold black letters Ron Stoppable.
Draping her body across the casket she let out a sob. What had happened? What could possibly have gone wrong? Kim didn't understand why her Ron was no more. It could only have been mission related. Looking around she could see both Ron's parents and her own standing side by side. Mrs. Stoppable was sobbing into a kerchief and beside her own mother looked to be in shock, eyes focused at some unseen point far into the distance.
Kim watched through tear streaked eyes as Ron's father turned and began to speak "Well Possible thanks for letting us use your family plot for Ron."
Her dad let out a long sigh "As Kim would say it's no big… we weren't using it right now. I mean it's not like we could keep those two apart in life, no sense trying now that their gone." He finished with a nervous smile and shrugged his shoulders.
Kim's jaw dropped and eyes widened her head spun around she hadn't seen it before but beside Ron's sarcophagus was an identical one but the stone in front read Kim Possible.
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Kim's eyes flew open her room was filled with the darkness that could only be brought out by the coming of night. Against the pale moonlight she could see her fingers trembling as she slowly reached for the bedside lamp. Picking up the book she had been reading and opening to where a single page had been dog eared she attempted to read. Kim needed to get her mind focused on something else just so she could endeavor to sleep again she was shaken far worse than she would care to admit.
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The gym was almost empty and unusually quiet for this time of day. The out of doors was pleasant and warm so the usual crowd was out enjoying the sunshine. In one corner two prone figures were relaxing on a tumbling mat. The male was sitting upright leaning against the folded bleachers the wooden slats cutting into his spin. The female was curled up asleep her head buried upon his lap.
The pair had given up on the cafeteria a while ago for the relative peace and quiet of the gymnasium. It also aloud Kim to stretch out and get some much needed sleep, Ron was just glad there had been no missions of late for the scheduling would surely have seen the end of his poor Kimmy.
Ron had learned in the short time they had been attempting this ritual that a pad under his backside allowed him to actually walk away after the bell went with his butt cheeks awake. He also he needed to look for the more comfortable place for his back. He had yet to find that place but was still trying. He was also not going to repeat the performance of the other day where he had dozed off and Mr. Barken's soft mellow voice had awakened him with as much subtlety as a shotgun blast beside his ear.
Now Ron had his notes spread out before him some propped up against Kim, this way he could examine everything in an attempt to figure out his history homework. The comparison of his own homework with that of his lady friends was not to his liking. "I don't get it Rufus?" he commented to his naked mole rat companion who was residing on the hip of Kim Possible "I read the text this time. But the stuff I got isn't what Kim's got and I don't even know where she got some of her answers." Perplexed he just scratched his blonde head picked up his pencil and added more scribbles to his notes.
Suddenly a shudder went through Kim's body as the nightmares began again. With a well practice easy Ron leaned over and began slowly and carefully rubbing his companion's shoulder until a calming sigh echoed from her lungs and she relaxed snuggling in closer to his body.
Leaning back he grimaced as the books that had rested upon his lap slid off onto the floor scattering everywhere and many landing out of reach. With a whimper of his own he looked over at his notes then down at his woman resting comfortably then back at the scattered papers. He let out a sigh and slumped down in place waiting for the bell that would awaken his sleeping beauty. Why did these things always happen to him?
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The Possible household was quiet this evening. The terrible tweebs lay just inches before the massive viewing screen in the family room. Behind them sat the coffee table with the usual brick-a-brack that normally collected on such a piece of furniture. And comfortably behind on the couch lay Ron Stoppable attempting to watch the usual programs that accumulated on the cherished channel TV trash heap, wrestling wasn't on this evening.
Curled beside him her head nestled comfortably into the crook of his shoulder lay his most wonderous lady friend. Kim Possible was sleeping quite peacefully with only the occasional snore that would drown out the program. Her hair, it seemed to develop a mind of its own, drifted as if on some unseen current into his face causing his nose twitch. After homework was completed they came into the living room to relax and watch some television, Kim had quickly pushed him into a prone position and cuddled into her present position and passed out immediately. Rufus had taken advantage of the numerous comfortable fleshy places and was now happily viewing where their two's bellies melded.
Mrs. Possible came in and smiled at the scene, Mr. P hadn't been as pleased but the fact that his little girl was resting contently and not flailing about in nightmares meant that he let things go. "It's late Ron I think its time she got put to bed." There was a sweet and soothing edge to her voice.
Ron tried to look down but from his present angle he couldn't see very much of his companion. "I don't know Mrs. Dr. P she seems to be doing alright now."
One eye brow rose "Lets not push things on a school night."
"No problem Dr. P." he sighed
"Do you want me to take her?"
"No I've got her." Ron responded meekly there was no use arguing he couldn't win this battle. Slowly, carefully he shifted position and lifted Kim up. It was like trying to carry a cat Kim's body just flowed everywhere. Finally with the upper half her body dangling over his shoulder he carried her up the stairs to her room, only banging her into the wall only once in the process.
In his mates room Ron sat her down behind the change curtain so she could garb herself in her sleep attire. While she was slowly, painfully doing that task her ripped the covers down on her bed and prepared things so Kim could sleep.
He felt nothing but pity as she came round the side of the screen. Her pajamas were on crooked with the pants sagging down past her hips as she was leaning heavily against the wall. Kim could barely hold her head upright and her red hair fell before her eyes. She looked old and tiny stooped over like she was, this wasn't the Kim he knew and loved but he wouldn't give up on her.
He went over to her and engulfed her in his arms she moved very little to snuggle in close failing even to wrap her own arms around his middle. Slowly and carefully her backed his way over to the bed and lay her down under the covers. And with the final act he slide her beloved Panda-roo into her limp arms and kissed her upon the forehead and moved towards the exit of her space.
A slightly muffled sound stopped him dead in his tracks. "Don't go…please."
He bent down over the bed and carefully brushed stands of red hair from her face and weakly smiled. "Don't worry KP I'll be back early tomorrow. I'm always there for ya'."
As Ron was descending the stairs away from her bed room a whimper echoed his departure.
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Shego seemed to be in an especially vindictive mood tonight. Attacking more violently than was her usual. Her glowing hands slashed through the air sending up a shower of sparks whenever something metallic was struck. Fortunately for Kim her blocks and maneuvering kept the flaming claws away from any vital areas.
Kim took a moment to look around the building was large, dark and drafty. There seemed to be no electronics anywhere. Everything was dark and empty. The battle was taking place in the upper stories of the complex. Several catwalks joined one side of the building to the other, around the outer perimeter was a large walkway, grand enough for an extended battle.
Draken was nowhere in sight but Kim's attention was taken up solely by Shego who now launched herself straight at Kim's upper body. Talons forwards, green flames shooting every which way "What's wrong Princess don'tcha wanna' play!" Shego cackled as she lunged at her target. Kim's reaction was to drop and roll out from under the assault unfortunately as she raised herself up Shego had already turned round and was again slicing at her.
Kim blocked every thrust and kick sent her direction trying to get several good blows in herself. She couldn't explain why but her foe was quicker then she had ever been. Kim gave ground under the on slot trying to give herself time to think, come up with a plan before Shego got the better of her. Finally Kim backtracked quickly down one of the catwalks putting a good several meters space between her and her adversary.
Shego grinned with all the evil that resided in her sole and Kim watched in horror and a large ball of green flames charged between the open palms of the creature. Shego brought her hands high over her head and Kim instinctively dove to the ground, but that hadn't been Shego's plan. It had been a faint the ball of energy was aimed at the metal framework, the green flames conducted straight down the metal and directly into the prone Kim Possible. The sting was excruciating, Kim let out a horrible scream as the energy shot threw her every muscle.
Shego casually walked forward glimpsing her pained opponent. The smell of burnt flesh and fabric wafted into her nostrils and that brought a malevolent smile to her lips. She bent down over the annoying little princess and once again began to mock the little whelp. "I bet that hurt a lot didn't it?"
Kim's response was weak. She smashed her fist down on Shego's toes, then lifting her pained body up slightly she spun her legs around and caught her enemy under the knees sending Shego flying backward to land heavily on her backside.
This just angered Shego even more, there was just no way that little whelp was going to win this time. Shego leapt back up and launched herself claws forward. Kim twisted out of the way banging into the rail of the catwalk as pain flooded up from her leg. Limping along the pipe she looked down the Kimmunicator lay on the metal latticework, her pants lay torn open, her flesh burned. Shego sensed her prey was wounded and closed in for the kill. Tears streaming down her cheeks Kim made ready to fight off the inevitable.
Unexpectedly Shego let out a roar of defiance "Don't worry KP I've got her!" Ron had seemingly come out of no where and had locked his arms Shego's midsection and was holding the tiger by the tail. Shego stamped and spun around trying to rid herself of the intruder but Ron held on for dear life. Kim limped forward wanting to give help but the catwalk just seemed to get longer leaving him just out of reach.
Shego snarled again and smashed herself and Ron into the railing. Ron let out a gasp as the wind left his lungs but still he held on. Again and again bodies smashed against one side of the catwalk rails then the other. Shrieks and groans echoed through the empty complex until finally a horrible cracking sound caught Kim's ears.
Kim let out a scream as she watched Ron and Shego plunge off the catwalk to the pavement far below. Looming large over everything Kim cried out as she fell to her knees and scooping up his tiny broken body up and holding it in her palms. Her throat burned as her wails grew stronger. Slowly carefully she pulled his tiny body to her breast.
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Kim's shoulder and body smashed into the floor. Struggling on the ground she couldn't move, couldn't see either Ron or Shego. Kim couldn't figure out where she was, her voice wailed out in desperation, her body was sore and ached everywhere. Dazed and confused in the inky darkness that enveloped her room, entangled in the covers pulled from the bed, carpeting burning into her face as she thrashed about the floor.
Finally one arm pulled loose and flailed about for Ron but failed to find him anywhere nearby. Shrieking as she finally kicked herself loose of her entanglement, parts of her pajamas slipping down, tears streaming along her cheeks she continued her search for her beloved.
Strong arms suddenly gripped her pulling her body in close "It's alright Kimmy. It's alright."
"Ron's dead!" she sobbed.
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Ron Stoppable was in a jovial mood as he knocked and then entered through the kitchen door of the Possible residence. The sun shone warming the morning air and most importantly his homework was done, and he believed it was correct this time. He was then unexpectedly hit by what felt like a transport truck.
Kim crushed him in her arms shaking uncontrollably. Ron tried to move his limbs to wrap them around his companion but could only go so far she held him so securely "Don't you ever die on me again." She mumbled into his shoulder.
He wasn't quite sure what to say. Behind he could see Dr. Possible (Mrs.) holding a very large cup of coffee clearly looking exhausted. "Rough night last night?"
Mrs. Possible slowly shook her downcast head. "You have no idea." Straightening up slightly she continued on. "It took quite a while to calm her down last night. Wanted to call you, make sure you were alright."
A voice muffled into his shoulder quietly rang out "You said you called."
"We weren't about to disturb the Stoppable household at two in the morning."
"It wouldn't of been any big Dr. P. Not like it hasn't happened before."
With a sweep of her hand Mrs. Possible cut that part of the conversation off. "And one more thing young lady you are going to the doctors as soon as possible. No more of this Wade scanning you. We are going to a real doctor. And Ron" her voice dipped in temperament "look after her carefully. Please."
"I always try to Dr. P."
"I don't know KP. I still don't think it's a good idea." Ron muttered as he shifted the pack on his back into a more comfortable position, he was now carrying Kim's books as well as his own.
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"Oh come on Ron it's no big. We'll do the nap thing at lunch again and I'll be golden for cheer practice." It had taken a while before Kim was willing to let go of Ron this morning but by running his fingers along the length of her spine Kim had relaxed enough to finally release him and have something for breakfast. Now as she slammed the door shut on her locker it seemed to Ron that Kim was putting on a show acting like things were no big.
"I don't know KP you look awful." Stopping short he saw her one eyebrow rise. "Not that you don't look beautiful all the time. But you…" he tried to think of the best words, having your girl friend angry at you was never entertaining. "seem burned out. Running on empty so to speak."
"I'm fine Ron. Stop trying to be my mother." She stated thumping her books into his chest, she then leaned her body into his and practically let him support all the way to class.
The gym was practically empty but by no means quiet. Eight girls, one mad dog plus a naked mole rat were practicing their moves in the center of the floor, or at least the girls were; the Mad Dog had as per usual been banished to the outer ring of the practice area under the guise that it was safer for everyone. They let him do his own thing if he needed any help with gymnastics Kim would give him some personal attention later on.
Kim had keep the practice easy up until this point just a few tumbles plus the rehearsing of shouted rimes but now they had to work on the pyramid. Three girls shot down the center of the isle flipping and twisting until they ended with the heavenly blonde Tara in the central position at the base. Hope and Bonnie spun through the air, landed perfectly a top of the other three girl's shoulders and locked arms preparing for the captain to be the top girl of the pyramid.
Kim braced herself as she began her run. Her arms and legs felt more like jelly and her eyes could barely make out her jump point but she had done this thousands of times, it was no big she could do anything. Piling on the speed she raced the first few steps then leapt into a flip, rolled and finally with all the strength she could muster launched herself to the top point of the tower.
Eyes widened, Kim had missed her mark. Her final move had been too late she wasn't where she was supposed to be. Her knees smashed into Bonnie and Hope's locked arms, the two girls groaned as their arms broke apart and they were sent off balance. For Kim the ground raced forward to great her.
Squeezing her eyes tight she waited for the inevitable. She plowed into something soft, felt it squish and buckle, let out a heavy groan, a massive tear greeted her ears and she landed with a jolt on the plastic mats. Opening her eyes slowly Kim glanced downward at a crumpled Ron now holding her tightly, looking out at her through a large hole in the face of his mad dog mask. Remains of the white coconut cream foam speckled the area.
Ron had thrown his body between her and the ground and caught Kim before she plummeted into the floor. Ron watched as she buried her face into his shoulder and brook into sobs, complaining about how if she could do anything why couldn't she do something as simple as this. Ron already knew that his love was gradually losing control of reality. The nightmares and the lack of sleep were tearing her apart. Normally she would pick herself up and start again angry for having failed and continue trying until it was correct.
From behind Ron could hear congratulations for saving Kim from some girls and some back stabbing venom from Bonnie. Ripping the destroyed mask from his face Ron sent it flying into the corner "Kim I'm taking you home." And he would bode no argument. Kim never said anything as he picked up and carried her out of the gymnasium.
Ron hadn't advanced down the laneway very far and regardless of the fact that her weight seemed a fraction of what it had been a short time ago he was forced to put Kim down. He couldn't support her like this all the way home. Looking at Kim in her disheveled cheer costume he felt nothing but sorrow, her face was drawn and pale, her hair hung limp and her beautiful body seem to sag under its own weight. Kim Possible looked like a wreak she could barely stand and was now gradually leaning toward the ground.
"I can walk." Kim mumbled.
Ron didn't say anything but to Kim's astonishment he kicked her feet slightly apart then dropping down he placed his head between her legs and lifted her skyward. Kim let out a slight shriek and a giggle as she now sat high in the air upon her boyfriend's shoulders. She wrapped her arms under his chin and smiled "We haven't done this in ages." she cooed. Ron just bounced her along making sure he passed close by a few low lying branches.
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For some strange unknown reason Kim's younger brothers or as they were more commonly know as the tweebs were sitting perched in the front window of the Possible family estate instead of the usual task of watching TV or destroying the house is some way shape or form. The one on the left called out "Hey mom Ron's carrying Kim home!" Mom fearing the worst immediately hurried out of the kitchen and leaning over her two little monsters glanced out the window. Sure enough there was Kim bouncing along perched atop Ron's shoulders. This was not the usual way her two little love birds arrived home.
Opening the main door she greeted them with one eyebrow raised. Ron teasingly just kept plodding through the entrance at least until a playful shriek and a soft thunk on the top of his head stopped him. Where upon he gracefully dropped to the ground and let his rider gently off. The rider upon disembarking gave her mighty stallion a warm happy kiss before her mother interrupted things. "Alright you two what happened?"
Kim never got a chance to say anything Ron bluntly came out with "She fell off the tower." The shock was clearly in Mrs. Possible's eyes "I caught her." Ron finished off. Mom's body relaxed knowing her only daughter was alright.
Eyeing her offspring with one finger raised "You upstairs now and get ready for bed!"
"Mom I'm fine."
"No you're not, now get going!" Mrs. P stated firmly
"Mom can Ron sleep over tonight?"
Her mother pursed her lips together and thought for a second "Not tonight dear. Well try a tablet and if that doesn't work maybe on the weekend we'll see." Under normal circumstances a teenage sleepover usually meant only one thing but with the way her daughter felt Mrs. Possible doubted very much if any hanky panky would occur. Besides she had already seen that the only way her baby girl got any rest was when she was snuggled up next to Ron.
"But I really what to sleep." Her little girl whined stomping her foot
"I know. We'll see later on." And affectionately swatted her little girl off in the direction of her room and hopefully to get ready for bed.
Turning back to her future son in law she gently kissed him of the forehead and for some strange reason he had a coconut taste to him. "Thank you for rescuing my little girl."
"I try Dr. P"
She tussled his hair "One more thing." He glanced up at her "I have scheduled an appointment at the hospital to get Kim's brain scanned next Tuesday at two o'clock I need you to make sure she makes it there and doesn't flake off."
"No problem Dr. P but aren't you a doctor?"
"No Ron I'm a surgeon. I have to be recommended by a doctor and I honestly don't think I could cut into my own daughter's skull." With downcast eyes she shook her head despondently at the thought.
"Should I come by tomorrow?"
"If Kim sleeps well tonight then we'll send her to school. If not I think I'll keep her home. Either way she'll be happy to see you." With a smile on her face she scooted him away.
Before Ron left he turned in the doorway "About Kim's suggestion…"
"I don't know Ron I'm out of ideas and if she feels better with you by her side I don't think either myself or her father will be terribly upset." With that Ron smiled as he trundled off down the laneway.
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Kim and Ron tore out of Drakken's latest layer at high speed. There was no sense hanging around when things began to go downhill, Drakken's latest plan was so foiled. Together they raced from the cavernous chambers that had housed whatever contraption he had been working on. Smoke and flames filtered upwards. Kim rushed them out but not the way they had entered she was fallowing the henchmen as they panicked and fled their positions.
Kim hurled herself onto the railing of a set of metal stairs and slid downward to the base and waited patiently for Ron as he scampered down every step. She was trying to hurry him along but he just didn't seem to be moving very fast. Grabbing his arm and practically dragging him along she sprinted the last distance towards the open door and safety. Neither made it, a dark green missile struck between the two and sent them spinning across the floor.
"You think I'm going to let you get out of here that easily Princess!" The voice was coarse and filled with anger.
Kim rolled and jumped to her feet, Shego crouched before her claws sprouting green flames. "We have to get out of here before the place completely blows." Kim hollered back.
"I have plenty of time to finish you off before things go completely south." And with that she leapt forward. Kim easily fended off the punches and kicks Shego threw at her. Kim ducked under Shego's punch then rammed her shoulder into her opponent's chest sending the villainess backwards with a grunt. Shego was still being pushed backwards when she brought her knee upwards into Kim's hip.
Stumbling backwards Kim could feel another bruise begin to form on her side but the adrenaline rush kept her fighting. Jumping upwards and firing away a fierce kick Kim was determined to wipe that conceded grin from her enemy's face. Shego brought both arms together connected at her forearms. But this distraction was only to get the green villainess to look away Kim's boot caught her in the side and sent her crumbling to the ground the wind gone from her lungs.
Kim spun around saw the exit but not her lover. Then to her horror back by the metal stairs stood Shego in one glowing claw slumped her love Ron Stoppable. Kim's heart broke at the site of flames spiriting out of the talons embedded in his chest.
From around the far side of Kim Possible shot a green blur and then massive sensation of pain exploded into her chest. Slowly Kim's head moved from left to right a second Shego had one arm wrapped around her shoulder the other blazing into her chest.
As things began to fade she could she Shego laughing triumphantly still holding onto Ron by the stairs. And beside her a soft voice whispered in her ear "You forgot to keep your eyes wide to someone who could hurt you." Shego leaned in closer and kissed Kimmy lightly on the cheek. "It's been a blast Princess."
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Mrs. Possible stood before the large mirror in the master bedroom putting the finishing touches on her orange hair with a small silver brush. At this point in the morning she was not completely dressed for a day at the hospital. A white blouse and deep purple skirt adorned her person but she had yet to dawn the jacket to her dress suit and the heels were always last to be employed.
She watched in the mirror as her husband creped up behind her, she smiled as two firm hands grasped hold of her waist and moved in for the morning kiss. Shifting her head slightly not wishing to get her make up messed at this point in the day she felt the firmness of his lips on her cheek and the strong sent of aftershave wafted through her nostrils. "Don't start this late in the morning." She stated as his fingers drifted around towards the front of her waist and his lips danced down her neck. They both needed to be heading to work shortly and it was a little late for being frisky.
The moment broke as the couple heard the unmistakable thump of two very large feet clumsily making their way up the stairs. "Morning Dr. P's squared. Did a very lovely young lady sleep well last night?"
"Morning Ron. Not a peep out of her last night. You may go up and look in on her." Both parents heard the feet clomp up another set of stairs to their little girl's room.
"Does he every knock?"
"I think so but Jim and Tim are down there to let him in. Besides I think he distracts them from doing anything destructive." Mrs. P finished saying as she popped one of her earrings in place and reached for its twin. Her husband beside finished the final pull of his tie and began to button up his cuffs.
"Dr. P" a pitiful cry came from the top of the upstairs.
"Yes Ronald."
"Um sorry other Dr. P"
"I really don't have time for this. I've got to meet with two patients today." She complained to her mate. "Yes Ron!"
"Um Kim" he began "Kim doesn't look to healthy and… I…um…I….I can't wake her up." There was more than a hint of fear in his voice.
Both parents exchanged a worried glance before Mrs. Possible quickly disappeared from the room. An eternity past before Mr. Possible slowly left the safety of his bedroom and moved to the base of the stairs that led to his baby girls loft there he impatiently waited for some form of movement.
"JIM ABULANCE NOW!!"
To be continued.