Birth, and ReBirth SI: The Final Frontier

Disclaimer/Author's Notes: Kim Possible and all the characters of the show are owned by the Disney Company. All other characters can be blamed on the author (he, however, is not responsible for all of their actions at all times, being barely responsible for himself most of the time). This is a strictly not-for-profit, just-for-fun work.

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A/N Forward:

For the sake of both their families, James T. Possible Sr. and Gene Stoppable enlist the help of Ronald and Sato to brave the truly final frontier….

This tale is not for the faint of heart…

Disclaimer: no persons (or Naked Mole Rats) were harmed in the telling of this tale.

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chapter 4 - Final Frontier 04

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After Anne's blush dialed down from way past hair-red, Robert turned and faced Kim.

"Ready to tackle the turkey?" he asked with his boyish grin, and Kim nodded.

"All righty, then," he laughed and turned to the counter next to the refrigerator where he had placed the turkey after Kim had rinsed off the brine and patted the bird dry. Kim beat him to the huge 20-lb bird and easily carried it to the prep station/center counter next to the prep sink.

"Have you been working out?" Robert asked, surprised at Kim's strength.

"Lifting cheerleaders," Kim explained.

"Yeah," Ron grinned as he walked into the room. "Lifting BonBon," he added with a smile.

Kim threw a dish towel at him and hit him in the mouth with her shot.

Robert held back his laugh had pulled out the huge injection needles, garnering a smile from Anne. "You've got the solution ready, Kim, and it smells wonderful," he leaned over the stove and waved the aroma from the pan towards his face. "You added something," he said, and Kim nodded.

"I added some lime juice," she said, "replacing one-third of the lemon juice. I 'kicked' up the Tabasco and cayenne pepper just a touch, and I also added a teaspoon of cumin powder."

"Cumin," Robert mused as he inserted the large-gauge needle into the pan and withdrew a filled injection load. "I hadn't thought about cumin," he mumbled, and then he turned toward her. "Care to do the honors?" he presented the device to Kim.

Kim took it and looked at the turkey. She deftly made multiple injections of solution into the drumsticks, thighs, wings, breasts, and back.

She looked up at Robert, and he smiled and nodded.

"Ready, Dalton?" Robert called.

"Truss that turkey, and bring it," he called from the back yard.

Robert showed Kim the quick and solid way to truss the bird, and she 'allowed' him to place it on the rolling cart and roll it outside. Kim laughed when she saw the rig that Dalton had set up over the turkey fryer, but her laughed turned into awe when she saw him load the turkey onto the lift hook. The lift hook was connected to a pulley system, all connected to what looked like a stepladder, and the hook now holding the bird hovered directly over the peanut-oil-filled fryer. Kim was enthralled as he watched him lower the bird into the cooking medium.

Ron smiled as he watched Kim, entranced, as the turkey-filled oil container began to happily bubble. "I'll stay out here and watch," he said, pulling up a lounge chair and plopping himself into it.

"So, you and the turkey have something in common," Kim dead-panned, and Ron looked at her quizzically. "You're both marinating," she added with a smile, and Dalton, Ron, and Robert all laughed.

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"Are you sure you won't stay for dinner?" Kim asked, again, and the team collectively shook their heads 'No.'

"Kim, you did the work," Neil smiled and stuck his hand out. Kim pulled him into a hug, whispered 'thank you,' and kissed his cheek, turning the top of Neil's head red.

"Ronald, be good to her," Neil managed to get out, and Ron laughed.

"Thank you," Rufus jumped up onto Neil's shoulder and hugged his face, "from relatives and me."

"Hey, I read about the famine in Africa and the food supplies," Neil smiled. "I suspected that they could use a 'load,'" he laughed, and Wade and Joss both groaned. "So, I had some shipped over there. Ron, I left you the recipe for the casserole, too."

"Yummy," Rufus rubbed his stomach, kissed Neil's cheek, and jumped back onto Ron's right shoulder.

"Miss Possible, thank you for allowing me the honor of working with you," Toro bowed, and Kim returned the bow. "I know you will enjoy the cooking and serving of the whole snapper," he added.

"It was my honor, Tanaka-san," Kim replied, holding out her hand. Toro took it, shook it, and was surprised to receive a small piece of paper.

"What you desired, sir: a gift from Sato," Kim grinned, and Toro broke into a millisecond smile.

"Annie, it was so good to see you again," Dalton smiled and pulled Anne into a hug, and then he surprised her and kissed her cheek. "I always wanted to do that, all during junior high and high school, but I was a big chicken," he admitted.

"Me, too," Anne replied and kissed the cheek of a surprised Dalton White, generating a blush on his face. "Cluck, cluck," Anne added and blushed a bit.

"Gene," Kat blushed when she hugged him, and she shocked both him and herself by kissing his cheek. "You are such a hottie, but I bet you get that a lot," she smiled, trying to turn her own red down.

"Ms. Karast, you just made an old man very happy," Gene laughed.

"You're not old," she replied with a grin. "Besides, Robert will remind you that Colorado-aged beef is the best beef," she said, "just like fine wine," she added with a wicked grin that caused Gene to begin to share her blushing tendencies.

"Kim," the Provost bowed to her, "spending time here in Middleton with you has given me a wonderful idea for a brand-new series for the Chow-Down Network: I've already discussed it with the executives, and they've started show design."

"What is it?" Kim looked intrigued.

The Provost stepped over to her and stood next to her, whispering. Kim's face turned blank for a moment, and them a huge grin covered her entire face. The laugh that came from her was so wicked that Shego would have cowered from fear if she had heard it.

"That's so bad, it's good," she laughed, and she hugged the Provost. She felt his face warm, so she went for the jugular:

She leaned back, took his face in her hands, and kissed his nose. "Thank you for everything, Provost," she whispered, causing the man to blush a deep red.

Kim then turned and looked at Ron. "Thanksgiving morning, 6:30 AM, my house: all right, Sous-chef Ronald?"

Ron saluted and grinned. "Yes ma'am!"

"I taught her everything she knows," Kat smirked. "Just, not everything I know," she added.

"Oh, bother," Dalton laughed and grabbed his head with both his hands.

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Ron rapped lightly on the kitchen door, and Kim opened it in the darkness.

"Good morning, starshine," Ron smiled at Kim's greeting and kissed her forehead. "You ready to work?"

"Ready, KP," he replied, sniffing. "You've been up awhile."

"Sweet potatoes are cooling, cornbread is a-cookin'," she answered, pulling him into the kitchen and closing the outer door.

"Potatoes," Rufus shouted.

"Yes, Rufus, and I made extra, just for you," Kim smiled. Rufus jumped up from Ron's pocket onto the counter and ran to Kim, jumping up and kissing her cheek.

"Thank you," he squeaked, and he leaned against the brown sugar container with a grin on his face.

"What about the bacon?" Ron asked.

"Already fried a pound up and crumbled it," Kim said. "The sweet potatoes should be ready in handle in a few minutes, and I want to have that casserole ready to go in the oven first so I can concentrate on the turkey and dressing. I have one surprise dessert that I think you'll like," Kim grinned, "besides the chocolate for Mom."

"Sounds like a plan," Ron reached for one of the sweet potatoes. "They're cooled; do you have butter melted and bread crumbs ready to mix?"

"Already in that bowl," she pointed at the bowl, covered by a clean towel. She pulled out a large bowl for each of them and reached for a potato. "Last one finished has to clean the turkey," she grinned, removing the skin from the sweet potato in her hand.

After both finished mashing the 14 pounds of sweet potatoes at the same time, Ron took his bowl and added all but 2 pounds to the bowl that Kim was using. The remaining sweet potatoes, he scooped into a smaller cooking container. Kim stirred in the bacon, sour and heavy cream, chopped the green onions, stirred in the butter, and nutmeg, adding the salt and pepper after she'd mixed all the other ingredients and combined the mixture. She deftly lifted the large, heavy bowl and poured the mixture into the already greased baking dish, spreading the bread crumb mixture over the top of the casserole.

Kim turned her attention to the smaller container, mixing in the same ingredients that she'd included in the casserole that now occupied the large container. A quick sprinkling of bread crumbs, and the smaller container was ready for cooking, as well.

The entire time, Ron watched and smiled as he removed the diced and cubed three loaves of corn bread (that Kim had baked the previous day) from the oven where they were drying and poured them into a massive mixing bowl. He then proceeded to crumble the three large packages of Melba toast into the bowl and mixed the two breads together. Washing and drying his hands, he began to trim and dice the well-washed and dried leeks and celery, making sure to discard any pieces that looked bad. After he finished that, he finely diced a cup of parsley leaves and placed them in a small dish.

Kim, in the meantime, took one more look at the casserole, smiled, covered it with plastic wrap and foil, and put it in the refrigerator to rest; at the same time, she pulled out the six links of hot Italian sausage and three links of sweet Italian sausage, removed the meat from the casings, broke the contents into small pieces, and put the meat into a covered container and put it back in the refrigerator.

She took the bowl of leeks and celery from Ron with a smile and a kiss and added both to a 12-inch skillet containing melted butter, cooking them (and adding salt and pepper to taste) over moderately low heat, stirring until the leeks were tender (this took her about 25 minutes). Before she finished with the leeks, she removed the sausage from the refrigerator. When she finished the leeks, she added the sausage to the pan and raised the heat to a medium, stirring just enough to make sure that the sausage was cooked thoroughly. This took another 7 minutes.

Ron, in the meantime, had produced a small heavy saucepan from the rack above the center island and began to cook four cups of fresh cranberries with a half-cup of sugar over moderately high head for five minutes, stirring regularly, until more than a handful of the cranberries had burst.

He turned the heat all the way down on his pan and removed the warming tray containing the huge pecan pieces that Kim had toasted earlier and roughly chopped them. He added the pecans to the bowl containing the bread and slid the entire concoction towards Kim. She caught the bowl, smiled, and stirred in the sausage mixture. Once finished, she wagged her finger at Ron in a come-hither motion.

Ron smiled as he walked over, kissed her cheek, and took the bowl. Adding in the cranberry mixture, the chopped parsley, four cups of homemade chicken broth that he'd made earlier in the week and added salt and pepper. He then covered the bowl and placed it in the refrigerator.

"Not bad, 'so-called fiancé,'" Kim smirked.

"KP, you know I love you," he said, turning from the refrigerator. "I've always been proud of you, too, but I was never prouder of you than this week," he closed the distance to the stove and took her in his arms. "You were, and are, absolutely amazing," he whispered, sealing his statement with a kiss.

"I'm still not telling you what the surprise dessert is," she responded in a seductively throaty whisper of her own, punctuated by a punch to his left side with her right hand.

"Oof!" was his reply.

'I've already marked the grease line on the outside of the fryer, so you can go out and get it ready for the fry," she continued, reaching for the injection needle that looked like something that her uncle Slim Possible would have used on the ranch. "Or, do you just want to bend over and take your medicine, 'little boy,'" she grinned, waving the huge needle in his direction.

"Going," was Ron's hasty reply as he headed out of the door at breakneck speed to the Possible's back yard followed by her laughter.

She'd already injected the turkey after she'd used it to mark the grease line before she brought it it back into the house for a wipe-down and pat dry. She had then injected the bird after wiping it down thoroughly it and then applied a very light brush of EVOO and a hint of liquid smoke to the skin after she patted the bird down underneath the skin with butter. After she was finished, she tented the turkey with foil and left it on the counter to reach room temperature before Ron had arrived.

"It's time to mix the spices," she announced to herself and went to her mother's well-stocked cabinet, stocked even more after the Granite Chefs had finished. She came back with an armful of bottles, a bag of rice flour, and another large bowl. For a moment, as she placed the bowl on the counter, she thought about washing all of the items she'd used.

A flashback to a time, what seemed years ago, when she had her memory erased, and the thought of 'offering the Tweebs the opportunity to wash the dishes' flashed into her mind. She grinned: she knew how to get them to do it, too: the dessert would be the device to allow her to implement her payback on them.

Two and one-half tablespoons of paprika, two tablespoons each of salt and garlic powder, one tablespoon each of black pepper, onion powder, cayenne pepper, dried oregano, and dried thyme all went into a measuring cup. From that, she mixed these ingredients, withdrew three tablespoons of the concoction and added it to the well she'd created in the three cups of rice flour in the bowl. She then added two teaspoons each of kosher salt and fresh ground black pepper and mixed thoroughly.

She pulled the two large whole snappers from the refrigerator, thankful again that the fishmonger had done an excellent job of scaling and gutting the fish as well as removing the fins and gills before carefully wrapping them up separately for her. Then, she smiled as she reached for her own packaged 'secret ingredient' for dessert and pulled it from the refrigerator. Placing both the fish and the package on the counter, she washed her hands thoroughly before then reached back into the fridge and pulling out a gallon of milk. Reaching into the cabinet, she pulled down two large glasses and filled them both.

"Something to drink, Ron?" she called and received a grunt in response. Smiling, she picked up both glasses and headed outside as the sun peeked over the horizon.

"Hey!" came from Rufus.

"Rufus, you remember what happened the last time you had milk," was Ron's response.

"Eeeeeewwwwww," was Rufus' response.

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Chapter complete

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Author's notes and afterward:

This began as a thought in my head, watered and fed by ja and an evil Zaratan (curse you, Contest-Man!), and encouraged by MrDrP in the forum post announcing the contest (you can blame him… lol). Sadly, it did not turn into a contest entry (because there was another story that horned in), but it surfaced, demanding tog be told.

This is another unplanned surprise BE,S Special Intermezzi: a little interlude in the Birth, and Rebirth arc.

More fun to come....The evil? Lots of shared evil coming: some from Kim, and the rest from her 'secret ingredient.'

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