Birth, and Rebirth 05: Scarlet Innocence
Disclaimer/Author's Notes: Kim Possible and all the characters of the show are owned by the Disney Corporation. All other characters are the creation of the author and may not be used without his permission.
This is a strictly not-for-profit, just-for-fun work…at this time.
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Zaratan's challenge: Something Different, Something New – Contest - This is your chance to write something completely different.
And, now, for something completely different, Zaratan.
This is not a part of the (shameless plug) Blue Eyes, Shining or the Partners, Again stories of the JadeKimVerse, the Define, Hell universe of stories, or a reading from the California King Bedtime Stories; it has began as another part of the new 'lovin' story, but a metamorphosis occurred: into the missing link that I had been searching for in the JadeKimVerse: the filler between the end of the Blue Eyes, Shining series and the beginning of the Partners, Again series.
I've named it Birth, and Rebirth.
A/N Forward:
Kim made the decision for Ron.
Josh heard the news, and now Ron has come to him for a favor, for Kim.
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Birth, and Rebirth 05: Scarlet Innocence
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Chapter 4: the tube
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Ron opened his front door to four smiling faces: Betty Director, Wade Load, Dr. Adams, and Lindsey Du.
He yawned and stretched, staring at them all.
"What's the emergency sitch that brought all of you out here at 3:35 in the morning that has nothing to do with a run on the Naco market?"
"Let's go get your wife, Ron," Betty smiled, and Ron grabbed the door frame and jammed his now glowing cane into the floor.
"You found…you've found Kim's body?" he whispered.
"No, Ron," Wade corrected him.
"We found Kim, Ron." Wade smiled.
"We found your wife," Lindsey grinned.
"She's alive," Betty smiled: she added the two magic words that took Ron's legs from him, and he fell to the floor, unconscious.
"I told you to wait until someone could catch him," CP groused at Betty as he went to his newest patient as Monique, Don, and Donna all came down the stairs to see Ron, unconscious, on the floor.
"RON!" Monique levitated the remaining stairs, and Wade intercepted her before she could slam into CP.
"She's alive, Monique," Wade stared into her eyes, and her tear dam burst as the two hugged and cried together.
Don and Donna ran to Monique and Wade, confused, and Wade bent down.
"What's wrong with Daddy, Uncle Wade?" Don asked, and Wade smiled.
"Kids, go change: we're going to go and get your mommy: she's alive," and the shock froze them in place.
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Dr. Brad Garrison picked up his vibrating cell.
"Hello?"
"Brad? CP here."
"Dr. Adams: good morning, sir."
"Brad, you need to activate your hospital's emergency lockdown and/or quarantine plan."
"WHAT? Why?" he sat straight in his chair.
"Your 'Jamie Doe?'"
"Yes?"
"You're about to be bombarded with more news satellite trucks and paparazzi than you'll know what to do with, son," CP chuckled.
"Who is she, Kim Possible?" Brad asked, sarcastically, and CP's silence caused Brad's phone to fall to the floor.
Brad reached for the hospital's emergency procedures manual for both lockdowns and quarantines, found the number, and activated both programs, just to be safe. He figured he'd get fired, but he didn't care.
Then, he remembered his cell phone on the floor.
"CP?" he asked when he picked up the phone.
"I'm still here, son. I figured you had a bit of shock and a call to make."
"Yes, sir, I did. Thank you, Dr. Adams."
"For what you've done, Brad, it's CP. We'll be there by 9:15 AM your time."
Click.
'Who's we?' he thought.
"JANET!" he yelled, and Janet came, her shoulder-length wavy blonde hair flowing behind her as she ran, running to his office door to see a beaming Brad Garrison as he walked to the door.
"What is it, Brad?"
"Christmas, Janet," he grinned as he hugged a shocked Janet Gilliland.
She wasn't upset in the least at the hug: surprised, but not upset.
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Josh sat in the darkened living room, curtains drawn, watching the replay of the memorial service for the 20th time.
Thirty-six hours had passed since he'd sung, and his phone hadn't stopped ringing, and his email was packed with offers.
None of it mattered.
'Kim's gone, and Liz is all I have left.
'I'm worth more to her now if I'm gone, and the song will make millions, so she'll be set, for life.
'Will she miss me?
'I doubt it: I'm nobody,' and he planned to do it, after she left for the office. He would make a big breakfast, one for her and a separate dish for him: they'd eat together, and he'd be delayed leaving the house…
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Kim realized that she was still alive, almost by accident:
She was in a dream state, and the dream was both good and bad:
She and Ron were lounging on the beach, and they had both conveniently forgotten their swimsuits, so the tanning process would be complete.
"Kinda like BonBon's tan, KP: total coverage," Ron joked as he rubbed the tanning lotion on Kim's back while she purred at his touch, but she clicked on his statement and raised her head, questioningly.
"And, you would know this, how, Ronald?" She asked with a grin, and Ron giggled.
"Brain switch, remember? Cheerleader's locker room, remember?"
"RON! You never told me that before!"
"I had to tell you something to get your attention," he replied as his touch lightened.
Kim turned her head, and Ron was fading…
"RON!" She called out, but he only said:
"Ms. Possible? Ms. Possible?"
Ron's voice went higher in pitch as he faded even more.
"Ms. Possible? Ms. Possible?"
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"Ms. Possible?" Kim opened her eyes to a fuzzy view of a female voice.
"Good, you're awake. You've been beat up pretty bad, but you're all right, now."
"Ms. Possible, you have a tube in your throat, and we need to remove it," her focus came, and she saw the nurse leaning over her and smiling.
"On three, blow, all right?" came from the doctor who was now leaning over her, and Kim smiled.
'Brown eyes…yummy.'
"On three:
"One.
"Two.
"Three.
"BLOW!" she blew as hard as she could, and the doctor pulled; the tube exited smoothly.
"where?" she asked with a surprisingly (to her) scratchy voice, and the nurse placed an ice chip at her lips. Kim opened her mouth, and the chip went in.
'It even hurts to open my mouth, but, damn, that ice chip feels good; that cold water in my throat…yummy, almost as good as ..STOP IT, KIM!'
"You're in the hospital, Ms. Possible," and she rolled her eyes. Janet laughed, and Brad harrumphed.
"I'm sorry: you're in Middletown, New York," he replied testily, and her eyes softened, so he backed off.
"Don't worry, though: you'll be all right.
"You've been in surgery: we had to repair some minor internal bleeding, but it was, as you would say, 'no big,'" and Brad grinned. "Your right leg is broken, and that's been set and cast. Both of your ankles were broken, but it looked like that's nothing new to you when the surgeon examined the X-rays. Your left wrist is sprained, and that's basically it.
"Well, that, and some bumps and bruises all over: you must have gone one-on-one with a missile," he joked. Kim gave him the 'look,' and he gulped.
Janet laughed.
"You're definitely married, GF," Janet joked, and KP smiled and nodded.
"We saved your suit: what was left of it, Ms. Possible, and I found this," Janet held it up, and Kim's eyes widened. "I thought you might want it," and Janet slipped Kim's wedding ring, now on a chain that Janet had found in her desk, around Kim's neck.
"Thank you," Kim mouthed, and Janet smiled.
"Get some sleep, now, Ms. Possible," Brad slipped the oxygen mask back onto her face.
"I'm sorry, I made a mistake," and Kim's eyes, almost shut, shot back open.
"It's Mrs. Stoppable, isn't it?" he smiled and held her hand for a moment, and Kim felt the warmth as she nodded with a smile.
"I thought so: he's a very lucky man," Brad smiled and released her hand.
"I'm the lucky one," Kim mouthed through her oxygen mask as she drifted off to sleep.
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