A/N: Hello, readers. This is Maeph93 with my first Kim Possible story. As we all know, Jim and Tim modified Kim's Sloth, and they stopped Motor Ed from his not so villainous plan. This story takes place during that episode, only for the sake of the story; Motor Ed never starts his plot that day. I'm hoping I can keep with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Kim Possible, or YouTube. I don't own Concrete Angel. I do, however, own the plot. Katie Strong belongs to cloudmonet. Thanks to him for letting me use her. Bring tissues.
A/N: You can just skip the first 500 words or so if you would like. I wouldn't be offended.
Chapter 1 Summary: Kim Possible wanted to brag about her new car to Bonnie, but one of the Tweeb's ruins her plans, as well as something else.
When people think of the name Possible, they think of teen hero, Kim Possible, a cheerleader who saves the world from villains while maintaining a perfect grade point average. They think of Dr. James Possible, arguably one of the smartest people in the world that works with Cybertronics, the creator of the Hephaestus Project, and a worker at the Middleton Space Center. They think of Dr. Ann Possible, a skilled neurosurgeon who saves countless of lives. However, people don't ever think of me. Kim thinks of me and my brother as the Tweebs, with my brother being the smarter of the two, more attractive of the two, the funnier of the two… where was my love? I'm beginning to feel that I didn't have any.
However, a life-changing event that continues to haunt every Possible in our family to this day was the cause of my girlfriend. Her name: Katie Strong, Tara Strong's sister.
My brother and I were sitting in the back of a modified, purple Sloth convertible, eagerly awaiting our ride to school from our Car Monkey, which happened to be our sister. As our sister adjusted the mirror on the window, she spotted us in the back and frowned. Whirling around, she faced us with her cold green eyes and stated, "Okay, here's the deal: I may have to drive you to school, but that doesn't mean I have to be seen with you. So duck, or walk!"
"Awww!" my brother and I groaned.
"Now!" she ordered.
We ducked under the seats, just as she wanted us to in fear that Kim would actually have us walk to school. Ron did as well, apparently thinking the same thing we were.
"Ron!" Kim complained. "Not you!"
Ron quickly sat up from where he was, and Kim frowned at him before starting the car.
About a mile down the road, we heard Kim gasp in excitement, her posture improving before she quickly went back to her original position.
"Okay, it's Bonnie, so stay down. It's show time," Kim whispered. When the car came to an abrupt halt, Kim put a hand out her window and asked, "What's hot, B?"
"Oh, you have a car, K?" Bonnie's snarky voice responded. "Begged, borrowed or stolen?"
"You wish! This is all mine!"
"Oh, taking it in for the recall?"
"Nuh-uh!" I cried, sticking my head out of Kim's window.
Jim then stuck his head out of Kim's window. "We customized it ourselves, and it can blow the doors off any car anywhere, anytime."
"And Kim has to drive us wherever we want!" I added.
"Oh, so it's a babysitter car!" She laughed as she pressed her foot on the gas pedal, and sped away.
Kim started the car. Driving with one hand on the wheel, she turned to face us with venom in those emerald eyes. "The only ride you're going to need will be to the hospital!" she threatened.
"KIM, LOOK OUT!" Ron hollered.
Turning around, Kim saw that an oncoming truck was cutting right into our paths. Kim's eyes widened, aware what was going to happen if we didn't get out of the way. We would be road killed! She slammed on the breaks.
Before I could react, I felt the impact. Tires screeching and a blaring horn screamed in my ear. Thousands of tiny shards of glass flew back like swarming locusts. I somehow managed to escape, and land on the grass, my cell phone landing right by me. I felt a snapping noise, which immediately caused me to grab my leg in pain. Grabbing my cellphone with the other hand, I dialed 911, just in case Wade wasn't going to do it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kim about to be squashed. My sister was about to be squashed, and I couldn't do anything about it! Right before the vehicle landed on her, Jim pushed her out of the way, and the truck fell on top of him.
"JIM! NO!" I cried. I then pressed the call button.
"You are on hold. Please make sure that your phone is fully charged, and we will get to you as soon as possible. Beep!"
"On hold? On hold? Are you effing serious! Oh, hell no!"
About a minute later, I heard, "Hello, 911. What is your emergency?"
I breathed in a sigh of relief and relayed the information to the receiver, as well as the location and the information about my leg snapping. He informed me to hold tight and that help was on the way.
A torturous time later, the ambulance and several medics removed my siblings from the car, and loaded them into the ambulance. My breathing was heavy; I was breaking out in a cold sweat, and my leg was bleeding. I didn't notice the medics until someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"I want you to lie down. You, we need some wrap, some gauze, and a stretcher," one of the medics shouted.
I lied down. The next few hours or so were a blur, and before I could fully register what happened, I was in the hospital bed. My leg was wrapped up nice and firm.
Looking around the room, I noticed that there was not a single soul in the room. Almost as if on cue, the door opened up and my parents entered the room. Huge grins lit up on all of our faces, and I received one of the strongest hugs I ever remember getting.
"We were worried about you," Ann croaked. "When you, Jim, Ron, and Kim ended up in the hospital after that horrible accident, we were afraid that some people wouldn't make it. When Jim arrived, he was pronounced dead at the scene, but somehow managed to fight back, thank goodness."
My eyes widened in realization as I thought back to the accident that had almost ended Kim's life. I had made a comment at Kim, and she was so angry that she turned her attention off the road, and then the accident occurred. I felt immense guilt washing over me, almost drowning me in pity. I was the one responsible for the crash.
"What about… the others?" I managed to ask, tears flowing gracefully down my face.
"Kim had a severe concussion, and actually needs to have surgery. Knowing her, I'm sure she will pull through. Ron is still out from internal bleeding problems while you broke your leg and Jim…" she trailed off.
"We heard what happened from a passerby about Jim. Apparently, you fell out of the Sloth, along with Kim. The truck flipped over; it was going to hit Kim, but Jim pushed her out of the way, and the truck landed on him," Dad finished.
"That's what I thought. So, how bad is it?" I asked.
"Well, the truck hit the lower part of his chest, breaking multiple parts of his spine and breaking both of his arms and legs," Mom explained. She took a deep breath before she finished, "I'm sorry, but he's a quadrapalegic now."
It was as if someone had punched me in the gut. I swallowed the lump in my throat in hopes that I could stop the tears from flowing out, but it didn't. My dam broke, and I wrapped my arms around my parents, afraid that when I let go, I would be left alone with my broken spirits and that thoughts of my now injured brother.
When I finally got my emotions in check, I relinquished my hold and croaked, "Will he be able to walk?"
Mom held her head down in sorrow before looking me straight in the eye and saying, "No one thinks he is going to be able to walk again."
An ominous silence filled the room as I absorbed the information I had recently been told. He would never walk again. He would never be able to dance at parties or be dependent of himself. He would no longer be able to play soccer, or steal food from the kitchen for us late at night. He would no longer be able to run around the house when we ran from Kim. He would no longer be able to go on any amusement park rides. It seemed weird. Why did saving someone seem like it had no benefits?
Another rattling realization came to me. Not only was I responsible for Kim's injury, but I was also responsible for Jim's injury as well, and I'm sure he blamed me for that. What kind of sibling was I to cause injury to the three people I cared most about, the third one being Kim's recent boyfriend, Ron?
"Mom, tell Jim and Kim that I am sorry."
My parents looked at each other in confusion before they looked at me, eyebrows raised. "No. It wasn't your fault, but I'll make sure your message gets across. As it is, Kim might forgive you. Jim is unconscious and likely to fall into a coma. I have to check on Ron," Mom replied, looking at her watch. "Don't worry; you didn't do anything wrong."
Right as she was about to leave, I cried out, "God, Mom, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it!"
Mom took a deep breath and looked at me with concern. "I'm sure whatever happened was unintentional, Tim. An accident. You wouldn't knowingly hurt Kim, would you?"
That remark only made the guilt cut deeper into my heart. "But…I did. The things I said… just to anger her," I replied, voice filled with guilt. "She… she looked at me afterwards, and glared at me. She… she told me the only ride we needed… would be to here. Ron cried out. Kim turned, and then…" I stopped to inhale sharply, the sound of glass flying and then Jim's body being crushed by the truck echoing like a gunshot in my mind. "We got in an accident."
"No," James Possible whispered.
"I'm sorry, Mom," I said, more tears running down my face. "I'm… so… sorry."
"It's not your fault, Tim," she said, pulling me into her arms in hopes that one of her children would be comforted. "You'd never purposefully hurt him."
'God, if they only knew! If only they knew how much I hurt inside. I much I wanted to be accepted by them. How much I have been hurting…' I thought, holding tightly to my mom.
I was released from the hospital with crutches and news to take it easy. As I hopped into Dad's car and we drove away, I glanced back at the hospital that had been my home for the last three days. Kim, Ron, and Jim were still in there, all three of them still in bed. The doctors had found Ron's cause for internal bleeding, and had patched it up. He was presently recovering from the accident. Kim's surgery was a success, but she was still needed at the hospital. My brother, however, was still unconscious.
Usually I love school, but today I can't stand it! As I was fiddling with my locker, people looked at me, and then whispered to their friends, some pointing at me afterwards.
I mean, it's not like I give a crap about what people think of me, but this is. Even Kim's friends whom I barely know have been giving me the same looks.
"Wow, I'd hate to be Tim right now!" Hope replied. She clutches her books tighter to her chest and stared at me. I pretend not to hear. Besides, I don't even know what they're talking about.
"I didn't think Kim was bothered by him so much," Tara Strong informed, and then I stopped in my tracks. She tossed her blond hair over her shoulder and continued. "From what Kim tells me, Tim seems to keep his emotions to himself, unlike his brother, Jim."
Bonnie smirks. "Well, of course! Families are never perfect," she says in a duh tone. "But thanks to the accident, I'd be surprised if anyone likes him. After all, he was the one that caused Kim's accident."
A sick feeling rises in my stomach, and it takes all of my strength not to vomit on the spot. Some girls that I barely know know I am at fault?
Okay, I can't stand to hear this anymore. Angrily, I slam my locker shut, startling the girls, and storm through the hall, and head toward Homeroom. They're the least of my worries right now.
However, before I can enter homeroom, Barkin approaches me in the hallway.
"What the hell is your problem, Possible?" he barked. Everyone in the school turned to face me. All the staring, pointing, and whispering stopped. I felt uncomfortable, but I was determined to hold my ground against the militant-like substitute teacher that Kim so often had to deal with.
"Our favorite student is in the hospital, and it's all because of you and your big mouth!" he barked poking his hand into my chest.
Turning my head away, I mumbled, "Seems like you already know."
"What did you say?"
"I said, "Seems like you already know,"" I repeated.
Barkin frowned, obviously not pleased that I wasn't showing him the respect that he usually got. "I do. No thanks to the school website."
"It's up on the school website!" I announced, which caused all the other students to mumble amongst each other, which only made me more sick.
"Affirmative. That bastard listed themselves as anonymous. Now, get in class before I give you a tardy."
I nodded sullenly, and headed into homeroom. Everyone stared at me when I entered, but I didn't care. Instead, I just took a seat in my usual spot, sulking in my own pain. After an eternity, the bell rang, and I sulked toward my next class.
School had never seemed so long to me, and the absence of my friends made it even longer. Every period, someone would criticize me for hurting Kim, often insulting me and calling me a "disgrace." Every time it happened, that invisible knife cut deeper into my heart. I was constantly harassed throughout the school day, people often bumping into me on purpose.
When I got home by bus, my parents greeted me, and immediately asked how my day was. I pulled a fake smile, and responded, "Great! Many people offered me their sympathy. If you excuse me, I should go get started on my makeup work."
"Glad to hear you had a nice day, dear."
I closed the door, threw my backpack on my floor, and plopped down on my bed. How was it that given everything that happened in life, all I had was a smile to hide behind? I turned on the radio, in hopes that it would be make me feel better.
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh
I wonder if they know I'm hiding back as well.
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
That was exactly what I was feeling! I wish I was never born because it seems like no one appreciates me. They always want to comfort Kim, and they always blame me when things go haywire. Well, not always, but most of the time. I always seemed to hide the pain I had behind this mask. The reason I don't tell anyone is that it's too short-livid. They would comfort me, but when Kim gets home, they'd go back to comforting her as if I didn't exist. I continued to listen.
Through the wind and the rain, she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the light. Just like my parents would do.
Through the wind and the rain, she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
Through the wind and the rain, she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
My eyes drooped, and while I was listening to the music, I fell asleep, dreaming of my family before the accident.
A/N: And done! Next chapter may be a while, seeing as how I am winding down with my college classes for the semester. I've got two research papers, an interview assignment, a Statistics project, and a few final exams. I'll try to get this up before Christmas if I can, but I can't make any guarantees. All right, see you next time.