Disclaimer: I do not own KP, Disney does.

Warning: Crazy Story ahead. I see no possibility of a happy ending on this one guys. You've been warned. I only hope you give it a shot.


Acting Lessons

Learning the Truth

Kim was euphoric. The director of her TV show had finally seen that she was right and was adding a new villain, a real, serious threat. Sure, they had downplayed it and made it a sidekick instead of a main, but perhaps it was a sign that it was meant to be. She couldn't wait to tell her teacher, her English and performance teacher, her muse and inspiration.

"Miss G!" She called as she ran through the halls; several teachers turned and frowned, but none called her to stop. If anything, they knew she could prevent disasters should she collide with someone, but her target was always one. "Miss G!"

"Kimmie!" She turned just to be tackled to the ground; she groaned softly, "Kimmie, you should be more careful..."

"Sorry Ms. G," the redhead replied sheepishly, "I keep forgetting that you're still recovering."

"And call me Kathrine," she reprimanded the younger woman, who only pouted softly, "none of that Sam or Sammy—"

"But S—"

"Kimmie, it's my first name, and you know how I feel about that one," she reminded her best pupil, who nodded solemnly, making her smile softly, "so, what has you so happy?"

Her teacher rubbed her forehead to sooth her and get her hyper-ness down to manageable level. They were still on the floor of Ms. G's classroom; good thing that her classes began at second period, but that didn't mean they had total privacy, as the redhead would have liked. Several students stopped by and laughed at the sight, making the redhead turn fierce and kick the door close; snickering could still be heard, but as long as they were in private, she could forget about everything. Kat just chuckled, but once the girl got comfortable on her lap, she knew she would have a hard time getting her to her classes; she didn't stop rubbing the forehead though. Theirs was a strange relation, with her star student always trying to impress her, and she would have worried long ago that it was a teacher crush with too many implications, but Ronald always made her reconsider.

"Yo, Kimerz," right on time, he opened the door; his real self was so different from his TV persona, there was no goofiness, just a complete sense of style that sometimes shone through in several episodes, but not enough to make him a popular kid within the series, "we're gonna be late for choreography."

"Ugh, I'm not going Ron," everyone else called him Ronald, because even though Monkey Kung Fu wasn't real, he was a real martial artist just like Kim, and he had to be in order to make those weird moves, "I asked him over and over to give me this block free, since I only need the basic steps and I dominate."

"Kimerz, you know that I know—"

"Kimmie, he cannot favor you so openly," as always, the only one who could convince her was the one she wanted to spend time with, "you're a genius, yes, but that doesn't mean you have to treat your fellow classmates and teachers as though their time isn't worth yours."

Those huge, emerald eyes that could make her feel things she didn't even know she could, were calling and asking her to reconsider her choice, but she was determined, even though she knew it would disappoint her mentor. Making up her mind, she buried herself against the flat and strong abdomen, trying to hold back tears. She heard steps and knew that Ron was already moving, and the closed door told her he had left; she then held on tighter to the sides and blinked away tears as she waited for the disappointed sigh. It didn't come.

"Come Kimmie, help me stand, I've been feeling weaker lately, and your tackle was less than helpful," Kim realized that the reason her best friend had left, was because he could see that in their teacher, and that she would love nothing more than to be the one to take care of their sweet teacher. "Maybe it's time for me to stop teaching and focusing on healing..."

"I'll do anything you need," Kim began, feeling the panic rising; not seeing her muse? She might as well die, right? "Just please, stay, stay..."

Her eyes pleaded with her, and spoke the words she couldn't. Stay with me. But she then noticed how tired Kat looked, and she had been such a vigorous woman with the sunrise, that the redhead's heart constricted painfully. She forgot everything, stood up, and helped her teacher stand and half carried her to a chair, the most comfortable chair on all the facilities. She then poured a glass full of water, dissolved some drops of medicine into it, and pressed it against those pale, and green-tinged lips. Kat drank, then wince in mild pain, laid back and sighed in relief. The redhead began tending to her immediately, using a wet cloth to dampen softly both face and neck.

"Kimberly Ann Possible!" The call came from outside, and she knew who was coming through. She bit her lip to prevent herself from shouting in sheer frustration, as she had found a perfect chance to steal a kiss, but now she wouldn't be able to. "This has gone too far young lady—"

Elizabeth Schaffer, A.K.A Dr. Director, was the strict head of the institution; the hall monitor, William Durst, had reported that their star had missed class, and from long confrontation between the two, Will knew better and went directly to the Headmistress. The brunette was intent on eating her alive, until she saw the care and tenderness she took with her favorite teacher; Beth was one of the few who knew the truth, mainly through observation. Kim was head over heels for Ms. Gold, and it went beyond a simple girlish crush. She approached the fierce redhead carefully, then stopped and made her student turn around so that they could face each other.

"Samantha is very weak," she began with a whisper, trying her best not to upset said teacher, "I am warning you, no funny dealings Ms. Possible. You may be my star student, but she, she's the star teacher of this institution, and my dearest friend. Don't try anything funny with her while she's in this state."

Kim was stunned. So far, the only one who knew was Ron; he had been the one to open her own eyes to the situation, and even if their own interactions hadn't changed, for some reason everyone else thought they were an item. It baffled them, but they never tried to actually dissuade the rumors, not for any particular use she could have, but simply because they didn't care what others thought of them. They were elite actors, and they had learned how to manage an actual private life by staging it all and after a while, what they portrayed became part of them, even though it didn't change them. She was still madly in love with her teacher, he was still the womanizer, and they were both happy with the arrangements; girls knew he wasn't serious, and she kept falling harder. So the fact that Betty was being so upfront and direct about it made her nod. The older woman nodded back, then cast one last look at her ailing friend, and left them.


"So, you never did tell me what had you so happy," Kat commented, smiling softly again as she watched her prized student going through the latest martial arts performance that they had practiced, and she felt pride.

"Oh! Samantha..." She stopped the routine, and went to sit beside her ailing teacher, "Betty and the writers agreed that the show needed some spice, and so my proposal for a new character was accepted."

"That's wonderful Kimmie," her emerald eyes had dimmed a bit, "I am happy for you."

"Miss Gold," she began formally, extending her hand in quite a gentle way, "will you go with me to the premier of this new character?"

"Why?" She was honestly confused.

"Because, I would have liked it plenty had you been the one portraying this character," they both smiled at each other, and a delicate, porcelain hand was placed over the peached one; the touch made Kim's belly quiver, "you will?"

"Of course I will Princess," the nickname took the redhead's breath away, and something showed on her face, because her teacher chuckled and made some space in the chair for her pupil, "I've been feeling so weak lately..."

"Yeah, you missed Beth when she came by to chew my head off," the statement had the opposite effect as the one intended; Kat winced, "I don't understand why she became so overprotective of you since the incident."

"Calling it that is an understatement, and you know it," the seriousness made the student tense up and press herself against her teacher; she was shocked when Miss Gold held her closer too, "I was afraid I wouldn't see you again Kim, and maybe that's what allowed me to survive, even if it meant being too weak to actually teach, or perform for that matter."

"Wait, you mean there where others?" Then it dawned on her, "your brothers... they died?"

"They're in a coma Cupcake..." Both females shed tears; sure, they were jerks but they were also kind of cool and idiotic and good training pals. "Eliza lost her fiancée."

"Oh Kathrine," they held each other and cried silently, and the teacher fell asleep, obviously exhausted.

Elizabeth came by before second period, and glared at Kim, until those leafy eyes looked at her with sorrow, and all the director could do was nod soberly, posted news over the door, and left. No one else came through afterwards, but still, the redhead had lost her chance, and wasn't about to risk it. That afternoon was the shooting with the new character, and even if she didn't appear on the episode, she went with her teacher, who was eager to see the offspring of her protégée.

A sexy woman walked with feline grace, and a hint of recognition came through Kat; it was a walk that Kimberly often complimented. The smoking hot woman was clad in an amazon outfit, and the redhead drooled at the thought of watching her teacher walk in such dress. Pale white, dirty blonde hair and olive green eyes, the woman moved with ease and she stole a valuable object to ensure world domination for the man she worked for. The scenes were going good and without hitches, and then they called Kim to make a fighting scene with her creation, and she left to make one of the most amazing fighting scenes, one that she always did with her teacher, and one that didn't feel right with someone else. Everyone was impressed and went to congratulate her for thinking about such brilliance, and she accepted it with grace and modesty. She was only looking to impress someone, but said someone had already left.

"Bon-bon," she called, knowing that among the girls, she could count on her the most, "can I ask you for a favor?"

"There's only one favor you always ask from me," the tanned female replied, placing on a sultry look, "and you always know what I want in exchange."

"Bonnie, really, if I ever feel the need to explore, you're my first choice," her friend pouted and sighed with a roll of eyes.

"Fine, though we both know the odds," she presented her cheek to the redhead, who without any prompting kissed it.

"Thanks, Bon-bon," she said, leaving in a rush, as well as a dreamy sigh.

"One day, Kimberly," Bonnie muttered, licking her lips, "one day."

"Mom, Dad, I'm going out with some of the crew," she called as she approached their trailer.

"Please tell me Ronald will be there," James pled; he liked the boy, and felt the blond was right for his daughter, but her activities were usually with Bonnie and Tara.

"Come on Dad!"

"Yes James, you sound homophobic with your reluctance of Bonnie and Tara being with our child," Jean said, teasing; James humped, and both redheads' chuckled, "go and have fun baby."

Kim groaned but ran off, going to where the other two girls hanged, just for appearance's sake. She then stalked off, her target already in mind. Couple of miles along the way she was busted by a gang, and even though it wasn't TV, she was a real martial artist and managed to evade them with expertise and without breaking a sweat. Soon, she was facing a house, and rang the bell; it didn't sound. Focusing her hearing, she immediately climbed over a tree by the back yard, and through an open window, following the sound of weeping. She knew where her teacher lived, but never had stepped inside the house. They had picnics in the back yard, practicing a complex move and other such things which were excuses for her. She was happy besides Miss Gold, which was why she couldn't handle to see the older woman with now-dark hair, crying, her heart broken.

"Sammy," she said tenderly, going to hug her dearest teacher.

"Oh Kimmie," but she was obviously half delirious, or she would have noticed that she was in her room, at her residence, with a minor, "why, why?"

"Ms. G—" Her pain was obviously bigger than expected.

"Am I such a bad teacher, Pumpkin?" A long forgotten nickname, another piece of her breaking heart falling and shattering. "Why would you see me as a thief and enemy, as a villain?"

"No, it isn't that way!" How did things go so horribly wrong? It was down spiral from that point on it would seem. "I don't see you that way at all, Samantha..."

"Please, Kimmie, your character speaks louder," she sobbed, and Kim knew she had done it; her fragile teacher didn't need more pain.

Calmly, she stood in front of Kat, of Samantha Kathrine Gold, hands on cheeks, drying tears until her teacher calmed down visibly, and sobbed no more. Staring, she could tell those once olive eyes didn't fully understand what they were seeing, but since actions spoke louder than words all she did was kiss her. It was a soft and tender kiss, and they both shed tears due to the pure bliss of it. They opened their eyes, not certain when they had closed them, and kissed again. Kim knew that there would be problems, but she wasn't capable of containing herself. She began undressing, undressing her teacher, and began exploring that voluptuous body that she had so fantasized about. Once her finger began breaching the soft opening, did her teacher gasp, shook her head, and tried to move away.

"No, Kimmie, don't—" Another kiss, this one more fevered that left them both moaning... Sam lost coherence, and then remembered something. "I can't—"

It was common knowledge that Kathrine had had a boyfriend who had taught some of the basic classes, an eternal substitute teacher, but the man was too militaristic to survive such a liberal institution, and ever since he left for the marine and died in one of the recent wars, she had become asexual. Students joked that she had enough testosterone with her brothers to bother with another man, and it seemed that the military man wasn't good for her, too strict for her artistic way of life. The last thing in people's mind was that their beloved teacher was bisexual, but apparently, she was.

Pressing the right spot, she silenced her muse, not another word to be said, and latched herself to one delicious peak of those perfect breasts. Her other arm sneaked around her waist, and soon, she lost track of her actions, just keeping record of the closeness of their bodies, the fervent kisses they shared, and how skillful the older woman was with her hands and fingers, how they moaned, made each other gasp and over all, how exquisite her teacher-now-lover tasted. Paradise had never been so close, and she thought she would never feel better until that tongue was inside, tasting her. She saw fireworks, and Kimberly Ann Possible knew she could do anything. And just when she thought there was nothing that could be better, her teacher gave her a deep and passionate kiss, and the mixed flavor told her they were meant to be.


A/N: So, for this New Year, I have decided to write at least five stories (finished stories) and update those who had been on Hiatus for so long, at least My Guardian Angel / My Guardian Demon, and polish and bring you a remake of Face Down. Camp Rock is on the list, but please, no rushing the creative process. For now, enjoy this one shot; 5.380 characters and 13 pages long is too much to read in one grasp.