Kim Possible: Throw Me Something Mister!
Disclaimer: Kim and the gang belong to Disney. LSP Captain Byron Winne is a representation of a buddy of mine, whose job helps keep us safer in my home state. He is his own man and he and the others in uniform do a phenomenal job every day in that regard.
Once again, thanks to screaming phoenix for his oversight and mad beta skills. His advice helped me keep the flow going in this tale. I hope you enjoy what has been placed out here before you.
Also shoutouts to screaming phoenix, CaptainIT, Sentinel103, RedBlueGreen, anabri, whitem, Michael Howard, daccu65, DataSeeker, Kwebs and Bloodraken for their reviews and alerts. Some answers will be found here, the rest in following chapters. And maybe more questions…
Chapter 2: What?
Shocked at seeing Shego in such close proximity to her… in bed, Kim ejects herself from the sleeping platform, bed clothes falling along with her, wrapping her in a jumbled cocoon of linen and vellux as she quickly rolls away. After tumbling out of bed and onto the floor a 'sitch' Kim had, up to the moment, successfully kept at bay made its presence the foremost thing for her to consider. Hand over mouth, Kim rushes to what she hopes is the bathroom door, nearly running over a blur of someone, sheet and blanket streaming behind her like temporary capes, as the room lights come on.
Just recovering from the one-woman stampede of hysterical desperation, in 'Fearless Ferret' pajamas, a cup of coffee in one hand, the other on a light switch, stands a more bewildered than usual Ron Stoppable.
Panicking, one hand over her mouth, the other fumbling with a stubborn doorknob until, 'Hallelujah!', cooperation. Flinging the door open and rushing into, ', OOOOH, DearLORD! Thank You!', what was indeed, the bathroom. The conversation behind her, faint mumbling of voices in the back of her head as she makes her way into the room and to her desperately searched for objective.
On her knees, hunched over the porcelain receptacle, Kim relieves herself of the toxic contents in her seriously sloshy tummy. (A/N: Uhn, uhn. Not even gonna rerun that portrayal, not gonna do it, no way, no how. If you still want that to relive that graphic scene, go reread the end of the previous chapter… LOL!)
As she vents herself into that container, a pair of large hands reaches in, gently gathers up and tenderly pulls her so badly splayed long red hair behind her, away from her distress, pausing there as she finishes up.
Three rounds completed, helped up after she is unable to do so herself, Kim is steered to the sink where she rinses out her mouth before a toothbrush and paste are procured. The brush haphazardly buttered up… body in full random wobble-mode.. morning breath, and much worse, are scrubbed, then rinsed away while one of those same hands held her hair behind her, as the other steadied her till she completed this little bit of personal hygiene. Twice more.
No glances made in the mirror to her guardian assistant during the dental exercise, focus completely on the task at hand. Depositing the toothbrush in a trashcan while exiting the bathroom, Kim makes a mental note to buy another one, soon.
Once done and guided gently back into the bedroom, Kim sits on the bed, hands in her lap, and looks down at the floor for a few minutes. Ron sits beside her, holds her to him, an arm gently hugging her body to him while he and Shego wait patiently on the redhead. The brunette lay stretched out in a lazy slinky sort of lounging pose only she could pull off, propped on an elbow, on her side, on the King-size bed behind the two. A bemused sleepy smile on her face while she waits for this conversation to continue.
After a few more minutes, a sigh and mumbling are heard from the hung over and demoralized young woman. Wringing her hands in her lap as she muttered.
"Kim?" the tentative question from Ron.
"Yeah, Ron." softly, with glumness in her voice, her body sagging against him.
"What was that you said?" tone, not challenging.
"Ah, nothing Ron, nothing at all." a bit too quickly to suit the blond, as she tensed up, hands clenching in her lap, looking away from Ron.
"Kim, you know me better than that. Now c'mon, tell me what you said. Please?" Concern on his face, a gentle hug tightened, with a PDP in his voice.
Sigh, "Ok. Give me a minute?" quiet determination, slowly building as she calmed and relaxed herself. "Maybe?"
"Sure." He replied, then sat in quiet acceptance, waiting, hugging her to him in comfort and support.
Another minute passes, then:
"Ron?" in a tiny little girl voice, eyes closed, sinking into his body.
"Yes, Kim." He could feel a-break-through-a coming in her voice, anticipation tensing up in his body.
Sigh… "Can you… tell me….. what.. exactly.." Big Breath …. "?" a tiny little girl voice, rising as she looks up at him, big little-girl-green-eyes-shining, turning her body like a little child would when twisting the toe of a shoe into the ground.
Shego, with a "Phhhhhhtttttttt!", bursts out laughing, rolls off of the other side of the bed, thumping onto the floor, laughter roaring after she lands on her side. Kim, blushing darker than her hair, turns with a not-so-lightly blushing Ron to look over their joined shoulders at the woman hysterically rolling on the floor behind them.
Turning back to Kim, scratching the back of his neck for a bit, Ron says, "Welllll, that's gonna take some time Kim. I think that first we should both get cleaned up, then get something in your.."
'Fwooommm!' from the floor behind them, a plasma-covered light green index-finger-pointed-hand in the air, "Ron! For the love of all that is holy, don't gooo there!"
"Oh! Yeah. Well let's get you to a shower and we can both clean up. Sarah, Drew's waiting for you in the other suite. And can you put that out? You're kinda close to the curtains over there."
"Ok, sorry." extinguishing her hand. "But can someone give me a hand up? After that little outburst, I'm not doing much better down here than Kimmie is up there."
"Alright, hold on, I'm coming." as the blond came around the bed to help her up from the floor.
"Thanks, Ron." came the grateful reply.
"No problem."
"And..?" with a wry eyebrow raised, friendly teasing in her voice.
In his best rendition of Drakken's voice: "And 'we will never speak of this again'. Yeah, I know, I know. Now c'mon up." returned the amused keeper of the Ronshine, as an old standard was revisited once again.
"Uhnnfff!"
"Ewww, Saraahhh! Breath mints."
"Watch it, Stoppable!" this time with the snark that Shego is known for .
An hour later, when all had showered and dressed for the day, they all met back in Kim and Ron's room for a light meal that wouldn't upset the ladies', specifically Kim's, stomachs. Also present on a table were two bottles: one, an over-the-counter pain pills, the other, an upset stomach remedy. The conversation was light as well and nothing related to the previous day's adventures were brought up.
Finally, the moment that all had been waiting for, arrived. Leaving the breakfast table, all four retired to the den and took up places on the couch and upholstered chairs surrounding a coffee table. Kim and Ron sat together on the couch, Drew and Sarah side-by-side in the chairs. Coffee for Ron and Drew, Sarah had a Bloody Mary, while Kim had a glass of seltzer to help settle her crummy tummy. Each couple sat together, looking across the table at the other.
A breath of air slowly taken, then just as slowly expelled, "First of all, could someone explain to me how I woke up in bed this morning with Sarah? On top of the condition I woke up in, finding her snuggled up to me was quite the surprise, as I'm sure you either saw or heard earlier." queried the queasy redhead.
"Anything wrong with that Kim?" questioned Sarah.
"No, its just that I really wasn't expecting to find you there when I woke up, that's all. After waking up in the shape I was in, it was a complete surprise to find someone other than Ron with me." replied Kim.
"Well, due to what was known about your condition, Kim, and what was unknown about Sarah's, Drew and I decided that we should all bunk together in that quite large King-size bed or ours. It was large enough for me and you to snuggle up on one side, with him and Sarah on the other side. The bathroom was nearby and we had buckets available in case we could not get either of you that far. Come morning he and I got up to get started on the day and you two must have rolled into each other after we bailed." filled in the blond at her elbow.
"Oh." replied the chagrinned redhead.
After a short pause, Ron asked, "So, KP, how are you feeling this morning?"
"I feel like someone turned me inside out and threw me into a blender, on high, before they beat my brain from the inside with an ice pick. It's going to be a while before I get up to snuff again, so I'm going to take all of this slowly."
"Yeah, that makes me soo glad that I have those comet powers. I haven't had a hangover since I got them."
"Show-off! Hey, wait a minute. Didn't you get those powers when you were, what, 14?" as the well-known 'light bulb' went off over Drew's head.
"Yes Drew, that is correct. And your point?"
"You mean to say that you had been drinking way before you ever got anywhere near legal age?" Ron asked with quite a bit of disbelief in his voice.
"Hey, I came from a family that had cops on both sides. Dad was from a long line of Irish cops and mom came from a family of cops that goes way back. Things were a little loose growing up, but the rest was 'kept in the ballpark'. Raising me and my brothers was like herding cats, for crying out loud! These things happened, it's just that my folks kept an eye on us and didn't let anything get too far out of hand." retorted a daughter of the 'Thin Blue Line'.
"Oh?" Ron questioned a bit loftily, cocking a all-knowing look at the little girl whose hand was stuck in the proverbial cookie jar.
"Well, what they could catch us at, anyway. But they caught us at plenty, so there wasn't too much we could get away with, ok?" a 'ya-got-me' kind of reply from the former bad girl.
"Ok I can see that for yourself, but what were you thinking when you and Kim went off like that? Especially when you knew that she had, like, ZERO experience with drinking?" returned the incredulous husband of the no-longer-rookie carouser-of-his-life.
"Well, it's like this. I had two reasons for Drew and I to give you two this belated, sort of, wedding present for taking me in and sheltering me so I could get my second chance at going legit and staying that way."
"Yeah, I remember that night. When you arrived at KP's door that rainy night, she said you were at your wits end, the last link of your chain. You were on empty, you had nuthin'." remembered the co-rescuer of the former green villainess of days past.
"It was bad enough trying to go it alone, with all those people and things tugging at me to draw me back into the darkness I had been trying to leave forever." Sarah wiped her eyes, starting to tear up and get emotional.
[Sob] "When I went to Kim's door asking for help, I just knew that if she turned me away I wasn't gonna make it. [Sniff] "It probably wasn't going to be long before I would have died, and for what she and you did for me, I am eternally grateful." now about to completely breakdown as Drew pulls her into himself to console his wife, where she does start to cry into his chest.
After a few moments to allow Sarah to compose herself: "Speaking for Kim and me, you are so very welcome, Sarah. But now about those two reasons…" softly from Ron, as Kim nods for her to go on.
"Yeah, that." [Sniff] "Well one reason was to, sort of, pay you two back for saving me from going back to that life. It kept me near Drew so I could get him back into my life and take that walk down the aisle to him." At this Drew squeezes her hand with his, while she wipes her eyes with a tissue in her other hand.
"The second reason was to take someone I now consider my sister with me on a tour of one of my most favorite cities in the world where I had so many interesting times while I was a 'bad girl'. I wanted to show Kim, under somewhat controlled circumstances, some of the playground of my former life, and just to have a little 'girl talk' with my sister." Sarah continued, then finishing in a softer growl, turning away from the other three, "And to sort of mix a pub crawl into it while answering a challenge she felt had to be met."
"Well, far be it for me to sound ungrateful, Sarah, but your running off into that mass of humanity with Kim like that scared me and Drew half to death, and we had a heck of a time trying to find you two. I'm just lucky that I was able to sense Kim at times to keep up with the two of you."
Sarah visibly cringed, "Sorry."
"Not to mention the whole thing sort of resulted in a frenzied multi-party, multi-agency, search for you two. And the both of you caused quite the ruckus during a major parade, in the middle of New Orleans on Mardi Gras day." completed the upset young blond.
"Oh c'mon, it couldn't have been that bad." Sarah sounding a bit under whelmed.
"Oh yes it was Sarah, yes indeedy it was 'that bad'. Through the magic of Wade's wired world, we even have some footage we want to show the two of you when you are done explaining your little adventure in the French Quarter, on Bourbon Street, then on Canal Street on the last day of that holiday season. Heck, we even have some input from GJ on your day in the Quarter." ranted the Dr D of old.
Both women flinch at this with looks of light apprehension in their faces, but they then give way to mischievous smiles only they can see as their husbands continue.
"What we hope the both of you can do is fill in the, oh so many, blank spots we have of your escapades after ditching us that morning just after breakfast. Take your time, we're in no rush to go anywhere until the end of the week." Ron stated, his rant in closing.
"Why's that?" Kim asked, puzzled at this declaration. "Yeah, why?" from Sarah. Each looking at the other before looking at the men by their sides.
"Because it'll take that long for the press reports to die down and Wade to do his best to 'cleanse' Internet sites like 'YouTube', and their kind, of all the still photos and video of you two blasting about in your Hurricane fueled exuberance from that day." finished Drew as he glanced back and forth between the two women.
"Oh." A contrite Kim now looking around the room, avoiding eye contact with the other occupants.
"Hey, wait a minute, these aren't our rooms at our hotel. Where are we?" Kim suddenly realized.
"We're in a hotel some miles away from New Orleans. It's the best Wade could do under the circumstances of our sudden exodus from the chaos that was our bailing out of the city. And before you ask, Wade had all of our possessions and my hoverjet rounded up and brought here. His Wadebots made sure of that." assured Drew.
"Yeah, there was some issue with the hotels in this city being just as packed with tourists as down there, but GJ found an old friend of ours over here that was about to commit an internet crime under the cover of the chaos that was Mardi Gras. He did a pretty good job covering his tracks too; for a while. He had the whole fake I.D. thing and everything." reaffirmed Ron.
"Ewwww, you don't mean.." Kim now about to go through a repeat of this morning's drama.
"No, not anything remotely related to what you might be thinking. Lets just say it was someone we all know of and what he was doing was quite familiar to Team Possible." assured her partner for life.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me! Not him again? Won't he ever learn to give that up?" Kim exclaimed, her eyes rolling as best they could under the circumstances.
"Yep, him, and evidently No seems to be the answer to those other questions." responded Ron with some amusement in his voice, shaking his head as he chuckled.
Flashback
A hotel room door opens and two Louisiana State Police Troopers lead a handcuffed, Smarty-Mart attired Frugal Lucre out of the room, moustache and goatee hanging sideways on his face. Following them are other Troopers, various law enforcement officials, and hotel personnel; all carrying laptops, printers and telecommunication devices, cameras and cables.
"Oh come on! This is an outrage! I demand my right to be left alone to pass the time away doing what I love! Pursuit of happiness and all that. It's guaranteed in the Bill of Rights! I'm just an innocent citizen out surfing the internet from the safety and security of my.. " as Francis Lehrman is led away to GJ officials at the end of the hall. Other GJ personnel walk by to enter the room vacated by the arresting parties.
"Mr. Lehrman. Trying to extort money so you won't crash the internet from a hotel room, which you illegally acquired through a counterfeit certificate that you made to win a free week at this hotel, doesn't give you the right to do anything like that. We're just glad that we caught you in time." countered LSP Captain Byron Winne, escorting Lucre to his GJ jailers.
"Alright, alright, ya got me. But can ya get me to a phone? I need to call my ma and have her bail me out again."
"Are you kidding me? Who do you think turned you in?"
"What? Ma?"
"Yep. Seems she finally got fed up spending all that money on your bail and lawyers' fees. She wanted to get some of it back from the reward that came from turning you in, and payback for the embarrassment you caused her all these years doing things like this."
"Aw, ma."
End Flashback
A/N: For those of you wondering, Sarah was loaned to me by the gracious and talented contributor to the Kim Possible Universe, Thomas Linquist. Though his 'Sarah' came to look upon Kim as the sister she never had, and vice-versa with Kim of Sarah, some discussion will come on a variety of topics between the two young women regarding love, friendship and stretching the boundaries of personal lines a person has drawn for themselves.
Nothing outrageous, mind you, just some fun in a city which has a somewhat relaxed attitude towards drawn lines. Then there is the holiday that takes place there for several weeks where some people are random in their more-often-than-not alcohol fueled behavior in a sort of a 'Neutral Zone', within reason, that is Mardi Gras. Its sort of a time to let your hair down and not worry too much about consequences or repercussions, that is if you are masked, the camera wasn't completely focused on you at the time… and you don't get arrested.
Well, updating will be a bit sporadic from here on out. Life and work has intruded and both will make things a bit more interesting as I work on this little ditty. And remember, all of you that are in age group prior to adulthood: Though it is necessary to perform that task that keeps a roof over your head, food on the table, all the associated necessities and comforts you are familiar with in your lives… the latter, work, is still a four-letter word. As for the former, enjoy it for all its worth.
