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Kim Possible: Impossibilities

By LJ58

2

"Feeling warmer," Kim asked Will in a tight voice as the man finally came around again.

"Feeling…..uncomfortable. For more than one reason," the now very naked Will Du told her as he faced her in the makeshift bedding of leaves, and dried branches left behind by others who had likely used the shallow cavern before them.

It had made starting a fire easier.

Kim had also taken the time to drag some downed saplings and branches over to cover the small entrance to both hide their presence, and insulate the cavern after erasing their tracks. The small fire she quickly started with the help of her laser lipstick that was still a staple in even her casual gear, warmed up the cavern in only minutes.

Only they were both still soaked to the skin, and there was only one way to dry off, and warm up. They stripped down, and she arranged a makeshift drying rack near the fire for their clothes, and then rechecked to ensure she had properly pulled Will's arm back into joint.

He had given a tiny yip at her probing, but didn't cry out.

From the bruising around the pale skin, she suspected he wouldn't be using that arm anytime soon for much of anything, though.

With little other choice, and everything else taken care of, she arranged their makeshift bedding, and they slid down into the nest of leaves and branches to soak up what little warmth they could take from one another as the fire gradually warmed the cavern.

She fully expected to doze off.

She fully expected him to doze off again.

Instead, they both lay there, staring at one another.

"You realize, of course, we can never mention this. Ever. At all," Will told her after a moment.

"I doubt it'll make it into my biography," she chortled, "If I ever bother to write one."

"Indeed. So, no signal as yet?"

"It's still dark," she said, eyeing her Kimmunicator.

He understood what she meant.

"What are the odds they'll come down to hunt our bodies," he finally asked.

"Pretty high. If they want us dead this badly, they won't take any chances on our survival."

"That was my thinking as well. Once we're warm enough, and rested, we should start moving. I suggest due east. For the border. It's the closest way out."

"Bad idea," Kim retorted. "The nearest border is Kazikstahn."

"Right. Right. And you're still not exactly welcome there," Will sighed.

"They don't exactly favor women's rights," she admitted. "Or Westerners who do."

"I had heard. I also heard the crown prince was assaulted in London last month by an unknown party when he tried to…..arrange for your adduction. Word is, he was unmanned. Dramatically so."

Kim said nothing to that.

"Right. Never admit anything incriminating to an officer of the law," Will actually smiled.

"Wow, you actually made a joke," Kim grinned at him.

"Actually, Miss Possible, I'm trying very hard not to think about parts that are already starting to….defrost," he said quietly.

Kim frowned, then suddenly froze as she felt something.

"That's…."

"Well, it's not a snake. I doubt any of them are out in this weather," Will grimaced.

"Maybe I should….get behind you," Kim murmured, blushing so brightly she felt as if her cheeks were aflame.

"If you think that would help," Will readily agreed, though not moving. "I'd move myself, but….."

"You don't want to stress that shoulder. I understand. Just let me…."

She froze as she tried to move, and found herself suddenly pressed more fully against a part of his anatomy that was obviously very far from frozen.

"Will," she choked.

"I assure you, I did not mean…."

"Just don't move," she grit out as Kim slid over as he trailed off, obviously very uncomfortable just then, and eased around him to settle behind his back before readjusting their cover.

"Better," she asked after she settled on his other side.

"Define better," he rasped in a taut voice. "Your nipples…."

She gave a faint yip, and pulled back slightly, belatedly aware of how stiff they had grown, and oddly enough, not just because it was cold.

She had to admit, it had been a long time since she had been intimate with anyone, and even she knew how near-death sitches could amp adrenaline in more ways than one.

"We might as well get used to this," Will told her in a very controlled voice, not moving an inch. "It's going to be a long night."

"You can say that again," she muttered, and tried to relax again.

"I just have one question," Will finally asked as they lay there, slowing warming up but yet to doze off again.

"Just one?"

"Yes. One. Do you mind if I claim that office pool?"

"What office pool," she sputtered.

"The one that claimed Shego had tattooed your…..ahem, backside a few months ago while you were….. Helping her out."

Kim felt herself blushing again.

"Will Du, if you value your life, you will never, ever, on pain of death, discuss my backside with anyone," she growled.

He only chuckled softly, and then made a sighing sound.

"Goodnight, Miss Possible."

"'Night," she grumbled, and tried very hard not to think about the naked man laying right next to her own naked body.

KP

They left the small cave late in the morning, after Kim scavenged, but failed to find anything edible. Forced to go on empty bellies, they drank cold water from the river, and pushed on, hoping it wasn't too contaminated. Not that they had many choices. They followed the river at first, only because that was the direction they were headed, and turned away to head north toward a safer border that was farther away than Kazikstahn, but would not be as dangerous for either of them when they reached it.

If there were any doubts about pursuit, they had heard men shouting out twice during their long march, and kept pushing on through the snow, and trying to cover their tracks as best they could as they tried using animal trails, or icy paths when possible.

Fortunately, their clothing was dry, but now they were in danger of sweating if they pushed too hard, or too fast, so they had to keep a sedate pace for their own sakes just then despite the fact they had twice heard those pursuers apparently gaining on them again.

Thankfully, either the men chasing them had no dogs, or technology to aid them, or they were idiots. Whatever the explanation, Kim wasn't arguing.

Toward evening, they reached the outskirts of a small village, and Kim risked slipping into the town after dark to raid a few stalls that had left some old bread scraps, and jerky behind when they closed. It wasn't much of a meal, but it beat starving, and they used it before they pushed on.

Unfortunately, she had not seen a telephone, or any tools she might have been able to use. She did manage to find a few old blankets to help insulate their bodies, though. She just couldn't risk doing anything else.

Not without actually breaking into a house, and alerting whoever was still chasing them.

So they kept moving, and finally stopped to build a small shelter under a stand of tall trees that left the ground less than snow-covered for once.

They both fell asleep, wrapped up together in the layered blankets, but were both up early the next morning.

They kept moving north, but fortunately didn't hear any sounds of pursuit that day. Nor the next.

On the fourth day, however, they walked blindly right into unwanted company.

"Keem Poss'ble," a gruff voice called out, and Kim turned from where she had been studying the trails around her to stare at the old, bearded man in a fur jacket that was grinning at her. "You are Keem Poss'ble, yes," the old, bearded man grinned as Will glanced around, looking for others.

"You know me," Kim asked guardedly, looking herself, but seeing nothing but a nearby cabin half hidden by the recent snow that virtually buried it.

"See you on teevee one time when I go into town," the old man beamed. "Then, on radio, I heard man say you crash, and are missing. Never expect to see you here. You look very alive for someone that crash."

"Crash," Will asked.

"Is what radio say. Keem Poss'ble crash, and is missing. Premier say he very sad. Hoped to be meeting you."

Kim eyed Will.

"So, you have a radio?"

"Only for listening. Not working this week, though. Very strange. Usually works fine. Not this week, though," the man gave an eloquent shrug.

"That is strange," Kim agreed as the two looked at one another again.

"Listen to me talk, talk, talk. You come inside. You look cold. Wife make you soup. Warm you up good," the old man beamed. "Come. Come. Wait till I tell Andre that Keem Poss'ble was in my house!"

"Let's not call anyone just yet. We have trouble chasing us," Will told him. "Bad people want to hurt Kimberly. You understand?"

"I know all about bad peoples," the man nodded sagely. "Don't fear. No one visits us. We live too far from town. No one likes to walk this far any longer. Not in snow. They wait for thaw to drive their autos, or ride their horses," he grinned. "So soft, these younger generations," the old man chortled.

"No argument," Will agreed.

The old man eyed them, and chortled again.

"This way. We have you safe, and warm very soon. Very soon," he beamed.

"Keep your eyes open," Kim told Will as she moved closer, speaking for his ears only.

He merely nodded, and kept following the old man that paused to gather some of the wood he had been cutting before he had apparently spotted them. He was just glad the pain in his shoulder was finally easing enough for him to move it again.

She glanced back, and realized why they had not spotted him at first. The small hollow where he had stood was just low enough that he had been invisible until they had been all but on top of him. He, however, had been able to spot them from his vantage point, and watched them coming up the knoll without giving himself away.

She glanced around, and realized the man was obviously being very careful himself. She suddenly suspected the old man had built his place the way it was on purpose.

Perhaps, she mused, he had something to hide himself. Or a reason.

"Nice place," she commented as they neared the mostly snow-camouflaged cabin. "Easy to miss. Easy to defend," she suggested.

"When you live through troubled times, you learn not to take chances," the old man told her.

"That is…..very wise," Will nodded his way.

"You come in," the old man smiled when he reached the door. "Maria will have soup on, and you will be warm soon. You see."

Kim eyed the open door, glancing back at Will before she walked into the small, one-room cabin.

"Very nice," she told the man, not yet seeing the older woman who sat in a chair near the hearth, huddled in an old, brown shawl.

"Piotr, you didn't say we had guests," the silver-haired woman smiled at them without batting an eye.

"This is Keem Poss'ble, Maria. She, and her friend are very cold. Perhaps you could help them warm up while I finish chopping the wood?"

"You don't have to wait on us," Kim told the woman as she got to her feet. "We'd be happy to help….."

"I think you want to stay inside, and get warm," the old man smiled. "And maybe not let anyone see you if they happen to…..pass by. Yes," the old man asked knowingly.

"Ah," Maria nodded. "Piotr is right, young ones. Come. Come sit by the fire," the woman told them as Piotr simply closed the door after leaving them inside. "Soup is ready now, and you look as if you could use some good, hot food, and rest," she told them.

Kim looked around, and Will only shrugged carefully with one shoulder as he walked forward, drawn by the warmth of the open fire.

"Something does smell good," Kim commented as she stepped forward, too, lifting her hands to the heat.

"Venison," the old woman smiled up at her. "Very good on a cold day," she told Kim. "Fills you up," the woman told her.

"I know. It's my uncle's favorite meat," Kim told her.

"Uncle smart man," Maria grinned, and rose to rummage around the single cabinet near a washstand to pull out two, dinged metal bowls. Digging up silverware that had seen better days, she filled the bowls, and handed them to them.

"Now, eat. Eat," she invited them as she set the bowls on the small table in the center of the makeshift kitchenette in the apparently one-room cabin. "You warm up faster, then," she beamed, even as she added more wood to the fire.

"Thank you," Kim told her, sitting to eat.

"Is nothing. You like help? Yes? We like help, too. Not enough care. Too bad," she sighed.

"Yes, too bad," Kim nodded.

The woman returned to her chair, and then nodded at them. "So, why is Premier al Javier trying to kill you?"

Will tensed, but Kim only sighed.

"You're pretty smart to guess that," Kim remarked blandly.

"Not hard. Premier bad man. Very bad. If he looks for you, is usually not for good thing."

"We figured that out," Will remarked dryly.

"You safe now. My Piotr, he very smart, too. He will help, too. We will get you safe away."

"I don't want you to risk your lives….."

"Kim Possible," Maria smiled. "You do much for world. We hear of you even here. If we can help, we will help. Is what you would do, yes," she smiled again.

"It is," Kim nodded. "And we do appreciate it. But this will be very dangerous for you."

"In this place," Maria told her more somberly. "Is always danger. You learn to get by," she shrugged as Will had earlier.

Kim scowled at that.

"It shouldn't be that way. It shouldn't have to be."

"The world is what it is," Maria told her. "You learn to accept, until," she added slyly, "You can change it."

"You're rebels," Will suddenly realized.

"We are simple folk," Maria told him. "That is all. Simple folk."

"If you can help get us out of the country, I will be back to help you," Kim told her. "All of you that live under this oppression. You have my word."

"You have good heart, Kim Possible. Let us get you safe before you decide what to do. Yes?"

"Yes," Will said. "I'm still responsible for you, Miss Possible. I'd rather not have to report that I lost you on my watch."

Kim shot him a fulsome glare now, and demanded, "Who saved whom here?"

Will only blushed as Maria laughed at them.

KP

Piotr came into the cabin close to dark, having been gone most of the day, and nodded to his wife.

"Hunters were close. I lead them far away. They well lost now," he smirked as Will slowly relaxed. "City boys do not belong in woods. They get lost so easy."

"I'm not complaining," Will grumbled.

"Neither am I. Can you tell us how far from the northern border we are here," Kim asked, having a rough estimate, but figuring more information couldn't hurt.

"Four days ride. Six days, if walk," Piotr told her. "Don't worry. I have ride coming for you. Tomorrow, you go with Hammed. He takes hay to many farms. You can hide in hay, and no one will see you as he goes north."

"He won't look suspicious….?"

"Hammed," Maria laughed at Kim. "That old man always driving north. Goes back and forth. Visits more bars than farms," she added. "Always has jug. No one will think he is suspicious. Just drunk," she grinned.

"Are we sure we should trust someone that drinks….?"

"Hammed could drink all week, and still shoot you right between eyes without blinking," Piotr told him. "Hammed old. But clever. Last of freedom fighters from old wars."

"We can use his help," Kim nodded.

"He comes in morning," Piotr told him. "You rest now. Eat. Relax. Troubles come soon enough."

All eyes went to the wide bed in the corner away from the stove, and just visible behind a parted curtain, and Piotr grinned.

"Don't worry. Big bed. Plenty room. Everyone be warm."

Will said nothing to that one as Maria only smiled at him.

To Be Continued….