For those of you waiting for the next Can't Loose You! Chapter, don't worry it'll be out ASAP, I just need to get my laptop working properly.
Kim Possible and it's characters do not belong to me, they belong to Disney and Disney channel.
Ann Possible opened a small, purple box, her box of family memories, that she had managed to rescue from the wreckage of the family home, after it was destroyed in the alien invasion. She picked a picture out from the box and looked at it.
It was a picture of Kim when she was ten, her long red hair in a high ponytail, her figure clothed in a blue party frock and her neck surrounded by a blue bead necklace.
Next to her where her younger brothers, James Jr (better known as Jim) and Timothy (better known as Tim), who were both about five at the time. They where dressed in blue and black tuxedos with tiny blue bow ties.
Ann remembered that day, it had been her thirtieth birthday party. She recalled that Ron had came too, dressed in a bright blue and white checked shirt and black jeans.
She took the next photo out and smiled dearly at it. It was of her and her husband on their wedding day, when she was about to turn twenty.
She was wearing a lovely white dress that hugged her figure, it was coated in gold and sliver jewels and had a crown attached to a veil to match.
James was clad in a black suit with a orange tie, looking young, smart and handsome.
There was a picture of Ron and Kim, after that.
They had come after the diablo mission, before heading back to the prom and Ann had snapped a photo before they went.
Kim had kept the burnt dress in a keep safe box, that no one had found in the rubble yet, so of course Kim was distraught.
The next photo made Ann chuckle. It was taken only about a year ago. It was of her, James, Kim, Jim and Tim all sitting on their sofa. Kim was perched on the left arm, dressed in shorts and a tank top, a radiant, happy smile was pasted on her face.
James was next to her, showing a simple smile. He had Jim on his lap and Tim on his shoulders, who where both grinning mischievously.
She sat on the end with her arm around her husband, looking like she was in mid giggle.
The next photo, made Ann grimace. It was one that she had been intending to get rid off but forgot to.
It was a black and white picture of her, standing on a gate outside a field, looking very little. Her hair was very long, almost down to her waist, but she was very short, so it didn't really look right. She also had a very thick fringe that just reached her eyes.
She was wearing a dress with a collar, Mary Jane shoes and a headband. She was looking at the camera grinning, cheekily.
Ann noticed that the small Ann had a large hand on her head. She followed up the arm until she saw a man's face, her father. He was smiling but had eyebrows slightly narrowed, as if he was in thought. Next to him was her older brother, Daniel, smiling, her older sister, Pam, not smiling (she never did) and her mother who was beaming.
Ann turned the picture over and started to read the handwriting on the back.
Anna Josephine Noticeable on her fourth birthday in 1983, with her parents Kira and Mat and her siblings Pam and Daniel.
Ann bit her lip as she started at the photo.
"Why did I keep this?" She asked herself "my family where horrible people and I should be glad that they are out of my life and Kim, Jim and Tim never met them. I should just rip this up and chuck it away!"
As she stood up to throw it into a nearby bin in the Possible's temporary apartment, when she saw an envelope at the very bottom of the box.
Kneeling down, she plucked it out and felt her eyes widen in shock, as she looked at it. It was addressed to her.
Mrs Anna Josephine Possible
45 Pear tree road EX370MM
Ann opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of torn, dirty paper with writing on it.
It read:
To my lovely daughter, Anna (I think you prefer Ann, now)
19 years have gone by since I last saw you. I'm guessing that you married that James fellow, that you were so fond of. I'm betting that you must have children of your own by now?
I've put a photo into the envelope, you were only six at the time it was taken, so you probably don't know why it was.
Allow me to explain:
It was 1985, your father and I had an awful row, one night, he walked out, taking Daniel with him and we never saw them again.
I was left to raise two girls, Pam, who was sixteen, rude, ungrateful and a spoilt brat, above all. Then there was you an innocent six year old, kind, sweet, helpful and clingy.
Pam up and left us in 1987. I don't know if you remember that? Maybe?
I asked my good friend Paula to take a photo of the two of us, when Pam was out. I wanted to send it to your father to try and tempt him and Daniel to come back. I suppose that I thought that looking pouty and miserable would work, but it didn't.
I'm so sorry.
Lots of love from your mother.
Xxx
Ann looked at the picture. It was a photograph of her and her mother, sitting in their living room, looking as miserable as ever.
She heard footsteps coming into the room and stuffed the letter and the photos into the envelope, before throwing them into the box and slamming the lid down, shut.
"Hey, sweetheart." James said, stooping down to her kneeling form and putting his arm around her.
"Hey, honey. I found these to decorate the apartment with while the house is being rebuilt, since we couldn't retrieve any other photos out of the wreckage. It's amazing how these survived in that tiny box, really."
James nodded, scooping up the photos and looking at them one by one, smiling in approval.
"They'll do wonders, hon."
"How did Kim react to the new cuddle buddies you bought her?" She asked.
"She was over the moon, particularly with the new Pandaroo, I think it's safe to say that she will be a better sleeper than she was at the hotel." James chuckled.
Ann nodded, she remembered that.
The first few nights after the invasion, the family had stayed in a hotel in Lowerton and poor Kim had had the most traumatic nightmares. She would wake up crying in hysterics and screaming Ron's name. It was made worse that she didn't have Pandaroo, so she would have to make do with her parents loving embraces and comforting words.
Ann and James sat on their new bed and hugged, feeling emotional but happy to be together and most importantly have their beautiful Kimmie back again...for now.
A man in his mid forties walked towards his father.
"Alright, what act of villainy do you want me to perform now?" He asked.
"I want you to perform a murder."
"What?" Exclaimed the man, he had never carried out a murder before and wasn't planning to.
"You heard what I said, son! I want you to murder...the Possible family."
To be continued...