Birth, and ReBirth SI: The Final Frontier
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.
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A/N Forward:
For the sake of both their families, James T. Possible Sr. and Gene Stoppable enlist the help of Ronald and Sato to brave the truly final frontier….
This tale is not for the faint of heart…
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chapter 1 - Final Frontier 01
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"KP?"
Kim was relaxing on Saturday after Thanksgiving. She and Monique had done the 'Black Friday Blitz', starting at 12:01 AM, and they had hit every store as they opened. The Christmas gift haul was almost more than the Sloth could handle…almost. Kim still didn't know how the Tweebs had been able to carve out that much storage space in that car.
After 16 straight hours of shopping, she'd come back to her apartment and gone straight to bed. Ron had awakened her the next morning ('luckily for him, not at 3:10 AM,' Kim remembered thinking when she heard his voice and instinctively turned to look at the alarm clock) with a wonderful breakfast in bed, and now he was bringing lunch.
She looked up from the couch she was stretched out on, the marathon session of Agony County playing in the background, and let out a big yawn. "Lunchtime?" she asked, and Ron nodded.
"A Thanksgiving sandwich: smoked and shaved white and dark meat turkey, a thin slice of dressing, some of your cranberry sauce, and a dollop of that wonderful gravy, all on a warm croissant," he grinned, placing the plate down on the table in front of the couch.
Kim pulled her legs up from her prone position and sat, legs tucked underneath her body. She made a long arm and snatched the plate, reaching for the sandwich and taking a bite in one motion.
She smiled and sighed happily as she tasted the spices and the result of the peppers in the turkey, the heat of the ht Italian sausage and the fresh sage in the dressing, and the hint of citruses in the cranberry sauce.
"Something to drink, milady?" Ron had snuck away and returned with a bottle of sparkling grape juice and two glasses. Placing the glasses on the table, he then popped the top, expertly poured, and placed the bottle on the side table before sitting next to Kim.
"All weekend?" he asked, and Kim nodded. Rufus looked up from the top of the couch and shot Ron a huge raspberry.
"Payback time, so-called fiancé," she replied. "So, who can do anything, including cook?" she smirked.
Ron grimaced and then broke out in a huge smile as he leaned over and stole a kiss. "You can," he replied.
"Awwwwwwwwww," came from the back of the couch.
"I thought your mom was gonna freak when she saw Robert in the kitchen," Ron leaned back and tried, unsuccessfully, to grab the sandwich from Kim.
"She was kinda happy," Kim replied with a smile as she took another bite of her sandwich….
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(Monday morning, 8:13 AM MT, before Thanksgiving)
"Mr. Dr. P," Ron began, slipping on his chef's attire, "you sure you want to do this?"
"I'm certain, Ronald," James T. Possible Sr. replied, slipping on one of his laboratory
coats.
"Dad?" Ron looked at his father. "You don't have to be here, you know that."
"I do, son," Gene Stoppable adjusted his singed yellow fireman's coat and placed the yellow hat on his head. "If my son is going into danger, I've 'got his back,'" he smiled.
Ron smiled and nodded at his dad. "Lose the red hat?"
"This one will show any blood easier," he replied, and Ron nodded.
"Sato?" Ron looked at the quiet man, dressed in the robes of an ancient Chinese warrior-priest.
"Hai, Ron, my friend," Sato smiled. "We will face this threat like men: with honor."
"Thank you all," Ron smiled as he looked at his army of three. "If we don't make it, it has been an honor working with all of you.
"Mr. Dr. P," Ron faced him and bowed, "will you do the honors?"
"My pleasure," he smiled, whipped out his cell, and punched three digits. He touched his earpiece. "Would you meet me in the kitchen, please?" silence, then "Thank you," and he touched his earbud once again.
"There's no turning back now," and a cold wind blew through all four men, awaiting their fate as they took their positions.
Footstep bounded down the stairs, more footsteps across the floor, and the kitchen door opened.
"What's up, Dad?" Kim asked as she opened the door to the kitchen, dressed more casually than James would like but did not upset Ron in the least: a dark green blouse that left a lot to Ron's imagination, and the slacks...well, Ron was certainly glad that baggy was out and form-fitting were in. She stopped and stared at the mass of manhood staring at her from all four corners of the room.
"What's the stinkin' sitch," she said, putting her fingertips together and smiling.
Ron knew that smile: the smile of an upcoming beat-down. "KP, it's time," he said, the calm in his voice belying the Flippies that his stomach was doing. Even Rufus, when Ron told him what the men were going to do, packed up two rounds each of Camembert, Gouda, and Swiss, headed for the Panic Room, and slammed the door shut…but, not before he yelled 'LUCK!' to Ron.
"Kimmie-cub," James started, "your mother is wall-to-wall with surgeries for the next two days, and Ron's mom is buried in conference calls, so…" his voice trailed off, and Kim stared at him in horror.
"You don't mean…" she started, and then-
"I'M NOT THAT BAD A COOK!" she yelled, and the men continued to smile.
"I'M NOT!" She shouted, and this time she was fighting back tears. It bothered her that she couldn't cook very well, but she couldn't tell anyone how she felt.
"KP, you burned water," Ron said softly.
Kim growled, but she had to agree…grudgingly. Only Ron could get away with that statement; besides, he understood her pain in the cooking sitch.
"So, what's the plan?" she asked with a since of finality that let Ron know that she would be reasonable...
Maybe.
He prayed silently for a second and then breathed an internal sigh of relief. "I got the 'A-Team' to help us," he replied, reaching into his pocket, pulling out his PosComm, and punching call buttons.
"Who?" Kim growled once again.
Sato knew fear unlike any he'd known before, not even during the battles or the stories he'd heard from his parents about the war.
"I called in a favor I had from a new friend, and he convinced some friends of his to come to Middleton to help:
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chapter complete
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Author's notes and afterward:
This began as a thought in my head, watered and fed by ja and an evil Zaratan (curse you, Contest-Man!), and encouraged by MrDrP in the forum post announcing the contest (you can blame him… lol). Sadly, it did not turn into a contest entry (because there was another story that horned in), but it surfaced, demanding tog be told.
This is another unplanned surprise BE,S Special Intermezzi: a little interlude in the Birth, and Rebirth arc.
And, as for the cliffie? I'm evil…do I make myself clear? It's coming, soon….
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