A/N: Well, I have decided I would make a change early on in this chapter. I originally stated that we would go back to Tim's point of view, but I decided to start with Dr. Possible's POV. Once the scene shifts to Middleton gym, the part of Ron retiring his uniform will be up. I hope the new point of view change is all right with all of you readers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or any of its characters. I am just playing in the sandbox while I concoct this story out of my brain and intellect. Property of Jill Mankey and Katie Strong belong to the fanfiction author, cloudmonet.
The gunning of the car's engine filled the garage as I started Kim's car up. Finally, after what seemed like ages of working on Kim's car, I had fixed it. Kim was going to be so proud, at least I hoped. I did not want her to be just another one of those teenagers that only cares about sneaking out and breaking curfew, not that she ever does.
The phone rang for the fifteenth time today as I wiped off the sweat from my forehead. I shook my head in disappointment as I stood to my feet and started to head to the garage to answer the telephone. Those news reporters would have to stop calling to ask for an interview with my famous son, Jim Possible. Otherwise, I would have to unplug the phone just for some peace and quiet around here.
"Hello?" I heard Tim say from outside of the garage door.
Looking at my watch, I realized that it was almost four in the afternoon. I had been working for over five hours on the car, and it felt as if an hour had passed. Exiting the garage, I could see Tim finishing his conversation with the news reporter, more likely than not.
"Okay. Bye. Dad, can Katie come over tomorrow night?" Tim inquired as soon as he hung up the phone.
"Who's Katie?" I asked, relieved that it was not another one of those news reporters. I promised myself to bring up all the news reporter phone calls over dinner tonight.
"Katie Strong, Tara's sister."
Suddenly, I remembered the name, and I couldn't help but smile. "Is Katie Strong, the blonde girl that you kept looking at throughout dinner because you thought she was cute? If only for young love, then Katie may come over tomorrow."
I couldn't help but chuckle myself upon seeing my son blush. "How'd you know? Was I that obvious?"
"Tim," I said as I walked up to him and threw my arm over his shoulder, "let me tell you a story."
"If it has to do with how you fell in love with Mom, then I've already heard it."
I started to laugh, but stopped when I realized that that was indeed what I was about to tell Tim. "This is a different story," I assured my youngest child. "Back in the 1960's, there was a brilliant child. At the age of two, he taught himself to read. At the age of three, he recreated the Eiffel Tower out of napkins. His parents, his eight year-old brother, and his neighbors told him he was going to go far. Unfortunately, something horrible happened.
"There was a fire, and it burned the entire living room. The older brother died."
"I'm sorry, Dad," Tim mumbled, knowing that that apology would take away a little of my hurt.
"I am too, though the loss of my brother didn't deteriorate my grades. The only reason I think I did so well was because I studied so much. People hardly saw me without a book in my hand. It wasn't until the first day of fifth grade-"
"Dad, you're not going to tell me your whole life story, are you?"
"Not at all; I'm almost done. Anyways, it wasn't until fifth grade during a morning science class that I broke out of my nerd phase."
"I hate to interrupt," Tim started, "but you've never gotten out of that phase."
"Ignoring that comment, fifth grade science class, I broke out of my nerd phase. The teacher approached me and we talked. It was then that I realized that it was okay to be sad. What I had to do was find myself. With her help, that's what I did, and I became the observant, brilliant rocket scientist that you see today."
"Yeah, so brilliant you forgot you have oil on your forehead. Well, thanks, Dad."
I sighed at my son before I headed into the kitchen to clean off my oiled forehead.
Xxxx
Kim arrived home right as my wife was putting dinner on the table. She smiled at me, and sat down in her spot.
"Well, I have a few announcements to make," I started. "First, I finally fixed the Sloth, so you can take her into school the day after tomorrow, Kim. Second, it has come to my attention that due to Jim's fame," I put air quotes around fame, "several news reporters know about what happened. In fact, several news reporters have questioned me about interviewing Jim. So, what do we think about this?"
The table was silent, each person wrapped up in his or her inner thoughts. Finally, Kim broke the silence and announced, "I think it sounds cool. I approve."
"Very well. Tim?"
Tim pressed his fist on his chin, and bit his lip for a couple of minutes before he declared, "I think it sounds cool. I'd say yes."
"Okay. How about it, Jim? You want to become famous?"
"I'll try," Jim stated, still unsure whether or not he wanted to be famous just yet.
"Okay. Mom and I will figure out which channels Tim can go on and when."
"Ron and I will figure that out," Kim interrupted, eager to work on a project of this magnitude.
"Okay then. Go for it!"
"And now, a moment of silence," Ron Stoppable announced, turning off the lights right in the middle of Kim Possible's cheer practice.
Kim screamed, and landed on her own cheerleaders, causing the entire squad to start groaning and placing the blame on each other.
"I said silence, people!" Ron Stoppable announced, seemingly eager to begin his Mad Dog retirement speech. Piano music started to play, its soft, vibrant keys flowing harmoniously across the gymnasium. "We are all about to witness a historic moment."
"You mean the moment where you get squad-slapped into next week?" Bonnie questioned, turning on the lights for her and her fellow cheer mates.
Ron sighed, clearly remembering the good and bad times he had as a Middleton Mad Dog. "It's the playful camaraderie I'll miss the most."
"Um…Ron?" Kim asked, tapping him on the shoulder, fearing that he had lost it yet again.
"Face it, KP. I can't be the team mascot if I'm on the team. And so, it is with a heavy heart that we must retire the Middleton Mad Dog," Ron croaked, tears falling from his face and onto his naked mole rat. "Anyone like to say a few words?"
Kim looked around the gym to see that everyone but Bonnie had left.
"How about 'Good riddance?'" Bonnie suggested, obviously showing her feelings with that statement.
Figuring she at least owed something to her boyfriend, Kim said, "Ron's Mad Dog was a hit with the crowd, and um… his mouth foaming antics are sure to be missed."
"End of an era. Thank you, Kim," Ron stated before collapsing his face into the Mad Dog face.
"You know, Bonnie, you could show a smidge of sympathy?"
"Loser Dog is leaving? Oh whatever shall we do?" Bonnie mocked, obviously fed up with her archrival, Kim Possible. "Well now, I've got an idea."
"Hey, Tim," a soft, melodious voice called from behind me.
Tim recognized the voice to be that of his newest friend, Katie Strong. Turning around, Kim Possible's brother saw Katie's wavy, platinum blonde hair. "Hey, what's up?" Tim asked, trying hard to continue walking and not lean over and smell her hair. Tim had it bad, and he did not like it at all.
"Um… is it all right if I bring a friend with me over?"
"I don't see why not."
"Cool. I'll um… see you tonight then."
Katie left to go to her class, and Tim watched her leave. He finally turned himself away thirty seconds later and headed toward homeroom.
"Tim, can I talk to you?" an unfamiliar female voice asked.
Turning to the side, Tim was rendered speechless as Bonnie came up to him. He couldn't even begin to form a coherent thought as he stared at Kim's nemesis.
"Well, Ron's not going to be able to keep his Mad Dog position for long, so how about you fill the spot. I would ask your brother to as well, but uh… yeah," Bonnie started.
"You want me to the Mad Dog? Why?" I asked. Bonnie wanted something out of this. She always did. It was in her nature to use people to get something, whether it was popularity or good grades.
"Well, it is obvious that everyone loves the Mad Dog, and I do mean everyone. If you do it, then think of all the girls you will have going after you. The freshman's, the sophomores, the seniors, the cheerleaders…"
Knowing that Katie would be an upcoming cheerleader, most likely, Tim knew he had to go for it, so he accepted Bonnie's offer.
"Great. Talk to the football coach after school."
Tim promised he would, and then entered homeroom, curious if becoming the Middleton Mad Dog was the right choice.
"Hiccabicca bowwow!" Tim announced.
"Tim?" Ron asked in disbelief. He refused to believe that Tim had what it took to be the Mad Dog. Kim obviously agreed with him. Otherwise, her mouth wouldn't be open.
"All his useful energy, he'll be just perfect! Don't you think?" Bonnie smirked.
Ron had enough, and fainted onto the field, which caused Kim to help him to his feet.
At Bueno Nacho
"You know, I was skeptical at first, but I think Tim is doing a great job as the new mascot," Kim announced after watching her brother perform.
"For once, I agree," the former Middleton Mad Dog mascot announced.
Kim's eyebrows rose in surprise, as she had not been expecting this. She had expected Ron to come back with a sour remark. When he didn't, she didn't know what to say. The Kimmunicator beeped, which was Kim's cue to answer it. It was Team Possible's scientific genius and communications guru, Wade Load.
"Well, Kim, it's finally happened. Someone finally busted Drakken out of prison," Wade announced as way of greeting.
"Oh man!" Ron complained, not looking forward to the next meeting between him and Drakken.
"Details are sketchy, but witnesses reported a green woman using energy blasts."
"Shego. Natch. And you've tracked them?" Kim asked, knowing that the sooner they put Drakken and Shego in jail, the better.
Typing something into his computer, Wade got perplexed for a moment. "Nothing on Drakken, but Shego's credit cards are getting a workout."
"Shego has credit cards?" Ron asked, fearing what someone like her might want if she could easily steal any item in the world.
"And a surprisingly good credit score for a villain."
"Strange. You'd think after the prison break that she'd be keeping it low pro," Kim reasoned, placing a hand on her chin.
"Or taking a little time off. Say at an exclusive spa in Greece," Wade said, bringing a picture of the island up on Kim's Kimmunicator.
Tim had been patiently waiting for Katie when the doorbell rang. As Tim was closest to the door, he opened it, and nearly stumbled backwards when he saw Katie. No matter how informal Katie dressed, she somehow always looked beautiful. He just did not understand why.
"Hey, Tim," Katie greeted, "I brought a friend along with me. Jill, meet Tim. Tim, meet Jill Mankey," Katie introduced.
As Tim shook her hand, he thought of the girl's last name. Mankey. Jill Mankey. Josh's sister.
Tim had to admit, Jill looked an awful lot like Bonnie, only Jill had longer hair. She had the same 'whatever, loser!' face as Bonnie did, and did not seem slightly interested in Tim at all.
"Where's Kim?" Katie asked all of a sudden.
Tim jerked his head up, not expecting the question. "Huh? Oh, she's with Ron at Bueno Nacho."
"That's good, I guess. You all right with putting in a movie?"
"Sure," Tim said, keeping his eyes on Jill. Something about her screamed trouble, but he wasn't sure what. Also, Jill seemed to perk up a bit when she heard Kim's name. Something was definitely up!
After Tim put in the movie, he got drinks ready, and took a seat on the couch. He thought about dimming the lights to create a romantic scene with Katie, but decided against it at the last second.
"Thanks!" Katie beamed, grabbing a water bottle. Jill grabbed one with less enthusiasm and plopped down on the couch.
Throughout the movie, Tim found himself staring at Katie, but when he did, he felt Jill staring at him. Why was Jill staring at him? She did not have a crush on him, did she?
What was supposed to be a romantic night turned out to be a rather awkward night, and when the girls left, Tim let out a breath that he did not know he was holding. He made his way over to the kitchen table and collapsed in the seat. Mrs. Possible, sensing someone's presence, asked how the movie was.
"It was all right. The night didn't turn out like I wanted it to, but oh well," Tim admitted, tracing smiley faces on the table.
"What happened?" Mrs. Possible asked, concerned that Tim's night did not go as he had planned.
"I don't know. Katie brought over a friend. I wanted to get special with Katie, but it just didn't feel right. Plus, Jill was staring at me a lot through the movie."
"Sounds like she might have a crush on you. Do you like her back?"
Revolted at that possibility, Tim sprung back in surprise. "Jill? Heck no! I like Katie. There's something about Jill that worries me, though. I don't know what."
Tim wanted to tell his mom that it was because Jill's last name was Mankey, but he knew that his mom taught him never to judge a person by their last name, race, or skin color. Mrs. Dr. Possible nodded. All was silent. Suddenly, the neurosurgeon suggested, "Why don't you talk to Jill?"
Tim was glad he didn't have anything in his mouth because he gagged when he heard that. Talk to Jill? Please say there was another option!
"She won't leave you alone until you go talk to her," the neurosurgeon reasoned.
Tim bit at that. He told himself he would talk to Jill after school the next night. He did not know that years from now, he would be playing the conversation over and over in his mind. Nor did Tim know that he would finally figure out the reason as to who pinned the blame on him.
After the entire alien fiasco, gorging at Bueno Nancho, and watching an action movie, Ron and Kim found themselves in Kim's room with a sheet of paper. On that sheet of paper was a list of all the channels that wanted to interview the now famous Jim Possible, as well as the list of all the talk shows and stadiums that wanted him to make an appearance.
"We may as well start with Channel 6. Then we can worry about the talk shows, and stadiums. What do you think, Ron?" Kim asked, viewing Ron's opinion as equal as hers.
"I guess. I mean, I don't know if Jim is ready to be interviewed by talk shows, but it seems all right. I don't know how he might fare if the news is live, but he might," Ron admitted.
Kim sighed. Kim was obviously not expecting the answer from her boyfriend.
"How about we focus on something else, like kissing?" Ron asked, lunging forward and catching Kim off guard. The kiss started off soft, and then deepened into a passion that filled each of their minds with happy thoughts.
Kim rolled over so that she lay on top of Ron, and started another round of kissing. "I love you," she said, her voice smooth as she massaged Ron's stomach.
"Love you too," he moaned, his glassy eyes roving to Kim's pants, fantasizing a soon sex session. Carrying Kim onto her bed, Ron started taking his shirt off, and… groaning as Kim kissed his chest.
"Okay, here we go," Tim breathed. He walked up to Jill Mankey, the person that he decided he hated more than anyone else, and asked her if he could have a word alone.
"Of course. I've been meaning to talk to you as well," Jill admitted. "So, what is it you wanted to talk about?" she asked, waiving Katie Strong off.
"Look, I know you have a crush on me. I'm flattered, but I'm just not interested."
"I don't have a crush on you," Jill informed, seemingly disgusted at the idea that she could have a crush on Tim.
Tim perked up, confused. "You don't? Then why were you staring at me throughout the movie?"
Tim heard Jill mumble something, so he asked again.
"I need to tell you something," Jill announced, grabbing Tim's hand and leading him into the janitor's closet, the same janitor's closet that Ron found himself in a lot.
"You know the accident that happened to Kim, you, and your brother?" Jill asked.
"Of course!"
"And you know how someone posted a comment up on the school website?"
"Ugh! Don't remind me about it! Yeah, I do."
"Look, I'm really sorry about it, but I-?"
"Wait," Tim interrupted. After deriving a conclusion based on Jill's eyes, his eyes widened. "It was you?"
"Yes. I was the one who posted that comment on the school website."
A/N: Dun. Dun. Dun! How is that for a shocking ending? I would like to thank the following people for reviewing:
CajunBear73: You are correct. This is listed in between Mad Dogs and Aliens. Why thank you, my friend. I am afraid you are going to have to wait next chapter for that. Well, if you have read cloudmonet's work, then you might have a fair sense of what is going to happen. However, if not, then just go with your best hunch, as it will most likely be correct.
Dbzsotrum9: Thanks for reviewing in chapter 1. I am not sure how to respond to that. I imagine they are blaming him too much. Perhaps it is shock over the accident. I cannot give you an accurate answer.
All right, I will post my next chapter in… we will see. Stay put. PEACE!