Define, Hell V: Graduation Surprises
Disclaimer/Author's Notes: Kim Possible and all the characters of the show are owned by the Disney Company. All other characters can be blamed on the author (he, however, is not responsible for all of their actions at all times, being barely responsible for himself most of the time….).
This is a strictly not-for-profit, just-for-fun work.
A/N Forward:
Question:
What happened after Define, Hell IV: Changes, and Christmas?
Answer:
It's graduation, only now it's from University, and Kim, Ron, Bonnie, Felix, Joss, Wade, Monique, Walter, Sarah, Chip, Becky, Jim, Jennifer, and Tim have all formed a close set of relationships with each other (both inside their paring and outside). Tara starts to work on one, and so does Will Du.
Meanwhile, the aliens are coming...but they have some surprises when they arrive.
And, there are some new folks entering the lives of our friends from Middleton: from Cheyenne Mountain, to be precise…and, beyond.
We have angst, we have fluff (and, there will be smuff), and we have…well, I'm not sure what you'll call it all, but it's here.
This is the beginning of DH V...
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And now, on Define, Hell V: Graduation Surprises
Chapter 1: mimics, and peanut butter
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(Tuesday, May 1, 2012, on the command ship, circling Alpha Centauri)
"So, have we found the Great Blue?" Warmonga asked, and Warhok sighed. That was all that was on her mind: the Great Blue, the fairy tale that she swore was real from the broadcasts from that accursed planet in the next star system.
"We have located him, Warmonga: he is in a h'roto, an Earth prison for those who have not been mind-adjusted," WarJunge announced, proud that he had been able to decipher the strange language and create the translation device that allowed them all to understand, in real time, what was coming from the planet.
"Can we retrieve him?" She asked, and he nodded.
"We can send the mimics in to get him: we cannot, ourselves, because we don't blend in," he laughed.
"Do it," she commanded, and WarJunge pressed a button on his console.
10 human-shaped creatures walked into the room and knelt at WarJunge's chair.
"Your command, Master?" one of them asked, and WarJunge flashed a picture onto the monitor above his desk.
"Bring this one back to Warmonga," he stated, and they all looked up with vacant eyes that suddenly blazed with understanding.
"We will bring him, Master." the one who responded first replied.
"Good: you will find the information you need on the scout craft ready for departure," and they all stood, bowed, and left en masse.
"Very good, WarJunge," Warmoga commented after they left, "but we will see if they succeed."
"They will succeed, Warmonga," he assured her.
Her battle-mate, Warhok, quietly sat in his seat behind her, as he should be.
It was going well…except for that accursed switch.
She wished, once again, that she had never allowed Warhok to install his accursed switch in the vehicles of the Fleet.
The replacement of the switches has thrown them so far off schedule that she was concerned about consumables. Perhaps something on that accursed planet would satisfy their needs, and she grinned.
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(Tuesday, May 1, 2012: Go City)
Kim Possible closed her Advanced Thermodynamics textbook with a loud SLAM! and laughed out loud.
"What's so funny, K?" Bonnie Rockwaller asked her while she sat in her fiancée's lap and spent a great deal of attention on his right ear.
"HUSH! I'm trying to study," Sarah added.
"What's the subject today, Sarah: biology, or anatomy?" Kim smirked, and Sarah nuzzled Chip's neck even more.
"You're just jellin', Kim, 'cause Ron has that catering gig tonight in the Paris Hotel on the lakeshore, and you can't get any…attention," Sarah laughed, and Chip quieted her by covering her mouth with his.
"You're probably right, Sarah," Kim agreed, looking at the stack of books on her desk. She sighed: she did miss Ron, tonight, but she knew that he'd be back in a couple of hours and then…
She turned bright red at her thoughts.
Bonnie happened to look up and see Kim turn from normal to flush, and she laughed: "K! GF, get your mind out of the gutter!" Felix laughed as he rubbed Bonnie's back, and she purred in agreement with his action.
Kim looked at Bonnie and grinned: here was the young woman that she had despised on more than one occasion in both High School and her first three semesters of college, who she had wanted to destroy after she had destroyed Pandaroo, and now they were roommates and both joining the United States Air Force upon graduation.
She looked over at Sarah and smiled as she watched Sarah, the young woman who had spent most of her high school life in the background…until that night, when the whole World changed. She had blossomed into a force to be reckoned with 'in more ways than one,' Kim grinned as she watched Sarah and Chip Design, her fiancée, take PG to new heights in the living room. 'Not like she and Ron had never done that, here, either,' and Kim flushed, once again, as she thought of her best friend, boy friend, and now fiancée, the young man who had grown so much after Kim went down.
Shirley had said it best to Kim, one day when Kim had visited her in prison:
"Sidekick stepped up, Princess," Shirley said with a smile, "and I was glad I was right: I was sure he had it in him, but he never showed more that flashed of it when we fought."
All of this was fun, but she still marveled at how all of her friends and family had 'stepped up' when she went down. She owed them so much, she thought, that she would never be able to repay them.
'Maybe, this is the first step,' she thought as she reached into her desk file drawer and pulled out the picture that she never thought could happen.
Wade, his arm around the waist of an Asgard: Thor, to be precise, Supreme Commander of the Asgard fleet, and Thor was reciprocating.
'And, to think: two years ago, I had no idea what an Asgard was, let alone knew that they even existed,' she smiled as she remembered her first meeting with one of her heroes…
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(Monday, October 4, 2010)
Kim had just come from AFROTC training, and she hadn't changed out of her uniform before she made her lunch and started to study when there was a knock-
"Miss Possible? I'm sorry, the door was open, so we just came in," the voice explained.
Kim looked up from her desk in the dorm at the source of the unfamiliar female voice that had greeted her, and her jaw dropped: not an easy feat, given that she was studying her 'Politics of the Renaissance and Reformation' textbook while eating a peanut-butter-and-grape-jelly sandwich, and she had just taken a big bite.
Kim chewed quickly, and the woman, dressed in full Air Force blues and carrying a thin leather briefcase, smiled.
'She even has a presence eating,' she thought. 'Betty was certainly right about that.'
"Colonel Carter," Kim stood and saluted after she swallowed. Sam returned the salute with a grin.
"It's not necessary to salute me, Miss Possible: you're not on active duty, yet."
"I know, ma'am, but it's out of respect, and I've been a huge fan of yours, ever since you started making the news. I wanted to be just like you when I grew up," Kim gushed, and Sam grinned outside and grimaced inside:
'I'm not that old!' Sam thought to herself. "Miss Possible, I'd like to introduce you to my colleague, Dr. Daniel Jackson," and Kim smiled as the gentleman in the dark brown suit stepped forward and took her offered hand and shook it, squeezing it before he released.
"It's indeed my pleasure to meet you, Miss Possible: I've been a follower of Team Possible, ever since you were a sophomore in high school," Daniel smiled.
"Thank you, Dr. Jackson, and please: it's Kim."
"Do you have a moment, Kim? We'd like to talk to you about something important."
"Certainly, Colonel Carter: what's the sitch?" she asked as she pointed to the dining room chairs and hastily brushed the crumbs off of the table.
Daniel grabbed a towel and wiped it down for her after she lifted her books and moved them to the counter.
"Thank you, Dr. Jackson," she smiled, a bit embarrassed at the mess in the kitchen and table..
"It's Daniel, Kim, and it's 'no big'", Daniel laughed, and Sam and Kim both groaned at him. "We're the ones intruding on your study time," Daniel continued as he remembered, more than once, having to do the same thing when he had unexpected visitors in college. He offered to pull Kim's chair out for her, and she smiled and took the offer.
"You never did that for me, Daniel," Sam laughed as she sat.
"You were never that young, Sam," Daniel said with a laugh, and Kim blushed a bit.
"Kim, did you wonder why you had to sign all of the security clearance documents and go through the background checks when you started in AFROTC?" Sam began.
"Not really: I assumed that everyone did," she replied.
"Not everyone, Kim, not to the level that you, Miss Bonnie Rockwaller and Miss Sarah Best did."
"Why just us?"
"Kim, how much did you know about what your uncle, Dr. Samuel Clemens Possible, was doing at his ranch?"
"Not much," Kim admitted. "I know that Nana is continuing his work up there, though: what does that have to do with you coming to see me?."
"Kim, how well do you know a Dr. Wade Agamemnon Load?" Daniel asked, and Kim doubled over in a hard and long laugh, holding her sides as she laughed.
"Wade?" she finally was able to reply after she stopped. "Other than the fact that he saved my life on more than one occasion, and he's one of my dearest friends in the entire world, and that I would take a bullet for him: no, I don't know him at all," she smirked.
'Dang, and she even sounds like Vala," Daniel grinned inside.
"Kim, do you believe that life can exist on other planets?" Sam asked her, and Kim looked at her with a smile.
"Dad always told us that anything was possible, and that includes believing in life out there. Besides, Dad works at the Middleton Space Center, and all his friends are convinced that there is life: why?"
Sam opened her briefcase and pulled out a folder. Placing the folder on the table in front of Kim, she opened it.
Kim gasped for three reasons:
One, it was obviously not a fake photo;
Two, Wade was standing there, shaking the hands of an alien being: long, slender fingers wrapped around his not-as-pudgy-as they-used-to-be ones; and
Three: her mother, Dr. Anne Possible, was standing there with the two of them, smiling.
Only one word came to her mind:
"Snap," she giggled, and then she fainted.
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Author's Afterward
We're back, and it's started up.
For a short story that started as a response to an old joke, this has exploded…and it was a good explosion.
Unfortunately for the newest creatures, the plot squirrels that have assumed lodging in my trees in the yard didn't get their construction permits approved to add onto my house. Unfortunately for me, though, the bunnies have also taken up residence in the back yard (three of them, and lots of baby bunnies are roaming the neighborhood at night). Define, Hell will continue, in spite of the setback to the squirrels.
In case you hadn't noticed, there are a few new actors involved, thanks to the StarGate SG-1 and StarGate: Atlantis shows, and there will be a slight twist to the last episode of StarGate SG-1
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Next, on Define, Hell V (or, Define, Hell, IIIII): Graduation Surprises:
"I've been expecting you, Daniel," Wade grinned.
A flash of light, and Colonel Samantha Carter was standing in Dr. Wade Load's bedroom.
"You're just jellin' because I got to work with Sam, and you didn't," Daniel shot back with a laugh.
"Well, Wade, you'll get to work with me, now," Sam replied, and she looked around and smiled.
"I'm liken' the bedding, Dr. Load," Sam grinned, and Wade wished, for the nth time, that he hadn't told his mother that he had ever liked Captain Constellation. The comforter seemed to mock him as he looked at it, but-
"At least it's not 'My Little Pony,' Sam," Daniel replied in a dead-pan voice, and Wade witnessed an event that he had believed impossible: Colonel Samantha Carter, United States Air Force, blushing.
"Wade, we need your help," Sam began, and the light was more brilliant than anything he had ever directly experienced.
Wade was no longer in his room.
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