Full Metal Possible
Recovery, Part I
A Kim Possible/Fullmetal Alchemist Fusion
by sweetPixiesmile
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"-make sure she's cleaned with a damp cloth everyday. If she doesn't wake in the next day or so, let me know."
"Thanks fer comin' by, Lev."
"Least, I could do, Slim."
"Joss, Ah'm gunna give Lev a proper send out, you keep an eye on Cousin Kim, alright?"
She waited until the heavy clump of adult footsteps faded before shifting, her back sore and stiff.
"Cousin Kim!" The happiness in the girl's voice slipped through her fogged consciousness. There was a click and a thud as the young girl threw open what sounded like the window. "Daddy, cousin Kim, she moved!" Kim risked opening her bleary eyes, squinting at the bright patches and dark blurs, that began to resolve themselves as her eyes adjusted. They resolved into three shapes, two towering gunmetal grey suits of armour, the other, a slim, auburn haired teen, her blue eyes dancing. She gripped the frame at the foot of the bed, jumping short hops, she could barely contain her happiness. Kim turned her face away from it.
"What... where am I?" she croaked. Joss practically danced to the bedside and picked up a glass. Kim wanted to hold the cup, but she felt so weak. It was like she was at the bottom of a whirlpool and everyone was at the other end. What she was seeing just didn't make sense to her. Her thoughts felt all jumbled, unpredictable and as unfocused as her eyesight.
"Sis..." Her head snapped back.
"Tim?" she rasped out, her throat burning from disuse. One of the suits raised it's hand, sheepishly. A long plume of white horse hair crowned two eye holes and a stylized visor of a fanged underbite. Her shock must have shown on her face as the other suit, one with a pot shaped, cross faced visor raised it's had as well.
"Hi, Sis."
"Jim, what... what's going on? Why are you..." She was confused. What was going on? weren't they having dinner at Uncle Slim's, tonight? Each of the suits of armour fell to their knees with a crash.
"We're sorry Sis!"
"So sorry!"
"No... it wasn't your fault. I..." she stopped, suddenly realized there was something wrong. She had instinctively reached out to grab the hands that bunched up her bed sheets. Her left held Jim's armoured fist tightly, but on the right, nothing happened. With a sick horror, she turned her head slowly and stared at the bandaged shoulder. Her arm was missing. Her arm wasn't where it was supposed to be. Where-
Kim closed her eyes. Her memory was starting to come back about that night. She knew what she had seen, what she'd given up.
"They... they took..." she sobbed out. Joscelyn's face clouded with alarm as tears rolled down Kim's face. "I... I... I..." she heaved out, trying to contain herself. Jim placed a massive gauntleted hand on her good shoulder.
"Sis!" Tim cried out. "No, it's not your fault, okay? It's not. We did it ourselves. We took it upon ourselves Your... your arm and... and leg, they were our fault."
"Yeah," Jim chimed in with a gentle shake. "If we hadn't tried..." But Kim had remembered. She'd seen the door. Saw "The Truth". And her transmutation circles weren't wrong... but they weren't enough. Her head was still aching from what she'd seen beyond the portal with the crowned tree of life, the seven canticles of Sephiroth and the Twelve Disciplines of alchemy. The door opening, the great red eye staring curiously at her, the black, tentacled hands snaking out and seizing her, drawing her into the darkness beyond the portal, that strange being smiling a tombstone grin. the vast streams of light, flickering. flowing past her, into her, through her. Crying out, screaming as her head filled with soundless knowledge, pounding her, cramming into her until she thought her head would burst like a smashed ripe tomato, her eyes popping out of their sockets. And then, through the pain, the searing impossibility of shining white light, a scent of oil and grease, a shape, and outline so like him...
"No... no, don't blame yourselves," she whispered, her head turning away from them towards the wall. It was torture, knowing that she had not known enough, or that the Tweebs had stopped reading her diary for fun. How many months had they been doing that? It wold have taken weeks to stockpile the ingredient elements."Not your fault..." Her vision was blurring again and she felt slightly sick to her stomach. The whirlpool was now insistent and was starting to sweep away her little space of stability. She'd seen almost grapsed the answer, and it was more painful than she could bear. As she faded, she had but one thought.
My fault. All my fault...