I realize that certain events that have been referenced in the story and ones that will be referenced would put the timeline at mid-late senior year, which would make K&M 18 already, but that doesn't leave much breathing room before they graduate. I'm choosing to ignore that altogether in favor of time.
I can't believe its chapter 10 already... Thanks for reading this far!
Mandatory Disclaimer: The only character I own is MD. I do not own any name brands/movies/TV shows that may be mentioned.
...Deep Amidst the Himalayan Mountains...
A small, although well built, middle aged man tears through a black trash bag, littering the floor with countless sheets of paper, only adding to the mounds of white recyclables.
He stops abruptly at the sight of a schematic for a particularly fascinating diabolical device. He smiles beneath an enclosing black helmet.
"I have found it!" The small man forcefully yells in a ridiculous German accent. He thrusts the blueprints into the chest of a nearby henchman. "Get me these parts! I don't care how you do it or who gets in your way!"
Behind a helmet of his own, the henchman winces from the blow and manages to wheeze out "Y-yes...Dementor."
The henchman hurries off to tell his companions in grey even though they undoubtedly heard the shout themselves.
Dementor trudges through the rejected plans and stands before a towering machine. It is one he has tried to use once, the attempt foiled by a certain redheaded heroine, but now he sees a new purpose, an ingenious repurpose.
His smile returns, twisting into a fitting demented grin. "I'd like to see the forces of good try to stop me! For when I have completed my plan," his voice lowers to a heavy unnerving whisper "there will be no more good."
...?...
Kim stumbles along, blindfolded, with only the voice of her love to guide her. As far as she can tell, she has been in two different cars, outside thrice, and now she has entered some kind of building.
The savory aroma of food being prepared drifts past her nostrils.
A restaurant?
Kim feels slender fingers wrap around her wrist. "I'll help you sit down." her love says as she directs Kim's hand to a back of a chair.
The redhead gropes for the bottom, easing her way down into her seat.
"Can I take the blindfold off now?" Kim asks, trying not to sound impatient.
Monique reaches across the table and unties the cloth covering her lover's eyes.
What Kim sees takes her breath away.
They're not just at a restaurant, they're at the restaurant, Upperton's finest and most affluent, an establishment of such opulence that Kim can't even pronounce the name.
Kim looks around, mouth still agape, and notices that they are the only ones there. Even their table is solitary, all the others having been cleared out before they arrived.
Monique's lips curl into a smile. She leans over and gently lifts Kim's jaw back up where it belongs closing her mouth. "I take it you like the surprise."
Kim does, very, very much so, but there is an outstanding question that must be answered. "How could you afford this?!"
"I dropped your name and my first GJ paycheck."
With a cheeky smile Kim replies "How many favors do I owe this time?"
Monique returns a similar smile "None. Money goes a long way."
What her love said originally registers. "Wait...you get paid?"
"Yeah, I'm a legit GJ agent, a pretty high ranking one. It is my sworn duty to protect the world from evil in secrecy." she replies, the latter part of her response sounding rehearsed and somewhat worn, most likely from having to repeat it endlessly during training.
The redhead raises an eyebrow "What do you mean by 'high ranking'?"
Monique brushes it off "Kim, this is a date. We can talk about my days in boot camp later."
Kim is concerned that Monique avoided addressing her question directly, but, given the moment, she has to agree.
The hero focuses on her love, her deeply bronzed skin bathed in the warm glow of candlelight.
"You're beautiful." Kim says with true sincerity.
"I am," Monique replies, a jesting glint in her eye "but not as beautiful as you."
Kim laughs softly "That was pretty cheesy, Mo."
The warmth of her love's gaze betrays the depth of her affection "I couldn't help it."
Kim looks down as if that would hide the color rushing to her face. She starts, astonished to see herself in a black dress. She knew she was in a dress, it is that fact that it is becoming, tailored, expensive. The dress has just enough style for her to feel confidently attractive without being uncomfortably revealing, well suited to her tastes.
Now Kim knows why Monique insisted on dressing her, blindfold and all.
The stunning hero gestures to herself "Thank you for the dress. It's perfect."
"Only the best for my hot girlfriend." Monique replies, slightly shy of being completely serious. She takes Kim's hands in hers and gives them a gentle squeeze, the genuinely serious part having arrived "Before we eat, I wanted to apologize about...before. I didn't mean to try to get you to do something you don't want to do."
"It's not that I don't want to." Kim reassures her "I just don't think now is the right time." She grins taking in the ostentatious ambience, a more than adequate setting for their first date "And I'm pretty sure this makes up for whatever you think you did." Her grin takes a wry twist "You should push me down more often."
That last comment takes Monique by surprise. "I-I didn't push you." She replies actually blushing, lacking her usual smooth demeanor.
Kim finds her reaction to be immensely endearing.
It's nice, she feels, to be the one doing the teasing now and then, especially when it provokes a side of Monique she rarely gets to see, a small glimpse of the girl behind that smooth exterior.
Kim really wants to say how cute Monique is, but the word "cute" doesn't exactly fit her appearance. The darker skinned girl wears a dress that hugs her waist and hips, elegantly defining her curvaceous figure, a dress much more daring around the bust. The rich violet fabric flatters her skin tone, even more so under the light of a delicate flame.
Kim has to make a conscious effort not to drool.
Sexy, sexy is definitely better.
Unlike Monique, Kim can't just come out and say hot or sexy her girlfriend is. It is much too embarrassing. She will just have to stick with beautiful for now.
While Kim struggles with her salivary glands, a stereotypical French waiter walks over to their table.
His words are lost on the teenagers.
Despite the language barrier, he can see that this is a date. It's obvious. No one buys out an entire restaurant for a casual dinner.
Since Monique already paid, he politely takes back the menus he gave them, not that they could have read it it anyway, and orders for them, a special treat for the young lovers.
He raises his voice to say several words to the chef. Before returning to his post, he turns and smiles back at the girls.
"What just happened?" Kim asks, confused.
Monique smiles at Kim's naivety "We'll know in twenty to thirty minutes."
...20-30 Minutes Later...
Their waiter walks into view, a silver platter in hand and a bottle of sparkling water in the other.
He sets the bottle and their plates down, places a cloth napkin in their laps, and bows, dismissing himself.
Kim fingers the pristine white cloth. "I think this napkin has a higher thread count than my sheets." She lays it back down in her lap and looks to their meal. Her face scrunches up as she pokes at a glob of meat? oyster? snail? with her salad fork. "What is this?"
Whatever it is, it is a dish where you simply cannot tell by looking.
Mysteries are fun, but not when it comes to food. Any sort of ambiguity usually leaves the diner disgusted, as in this case.
"I have no idea." Monique replies as she boldly takes a bite with the proper fork. The sterling silver utensil clatters as it hits the rim of her plate, her empty hand still suspended near her mouth. She swallows. A moment passes. Kim begins to wonder if the mystery dish was poisoned. She finally moves, her voice barely above a whisper "OMG, girl. This is the BTIHEE." [best thing I have ever eaten]
Kim takes her word for it and tries it herself. Her eyes widen. She hastily rummages through her purse and pulls out her Kimmunicator. "Wade, scan this!"
Wade jolts in the small screen "What's the emergency?"
She turns the screen toward her plate "I need to know how to make this!"
Wade slumps "...Your emergency is a recipe?"
"Not just any recipe. This is the most amazing thing since the invention of the midriff. I'm serious." She turns the camera back on herself. "Please, Wade."
The young boy doesn't really have anything better to do. "Alright." He presses a few keys, working his Wade magic, and has the result in a matter of seconds. He looks up at his friend and says carefully. "This is a very technical dish."
Kim sighs. "It's way out of my league, isn't it."
"Girl, boiling water is out your league." Monique quips. Kim tries to glare at her, but the darker skinned girl sees right through it. "We both know better than to let you anywhere near a stove."
Wade makes an effort to be a bit more tactful "I...I don't think you could make it with your level of...skill."
The disappointed hero nods "Thanks anyway, Wade."
The child genius perks up. One of his monitors always displays Kim's location in case of a real emergency. He happened to glance over and saw something very interesting. "Hold on a second. You're with Monique at the fanciest restaurant in the tri-city area? In the evening? Alone?"
Kim panics, fumbling the device in her hands. When she finally gets a hold of it she immediately hangs up.
Oh, God...
She slowly puts the Kimmunicator away. "I think he..."
"Mm-hm," Monique says as she casually takes a bite of the incredibly delectable mystery meal. "I think the super genius would have put two and two together eventually. It's just now instead of later, NB." [no big]
"This is totally big!" Kim disagrees, raising her voice.
"He's what, eleven? What does he know about these things?"
Kim considers all the time he spends on the computer "Probably more than he should."
Monique's expression softens "If it's really bothering you we can talk about it. We can figure out what you want to say and call him back and explain everything."
"I'd like that, but Wade can wait." she shoves a heaping forkful into her mouth. She continues to speak with her voice muffled by half masticated food "This is way too good to stop now."
The fact that the flavor alone could win out over Kim's anxieties only attests to its unmatched quality and preparation.
Monique laughs, delighted that Kim is enjoying herself, even though she bears a striking resemblance to Ron in the way she is gorging, somewhat repulsive.
With dinner utterly devoured, the French waiter takes their plates and returns swiftly with desert.
It is some kind of unidentifiable custard/pudding. Kim no longer cares what anything served there looks like. She takes a generous bite.
The flavor overcomes her other senses, an all consuming pleasure.
Kim feels like she could melt into a puddle. She hums involuntarily, expressing her deep satisfaction.
The young lovers talk over desert, and after, about nothing in particular, simply enjoying each other's company and reveling in the experience.
A distinctive jingle pierces through air cutting their pleasant exchange short.
It's the Kimmunicator.
Kim is reluctant to answer, unsure what she should say to Wade, even more unsure of how he will react or how she should react to his reaction.
Her thoughts turn into a complicated mess leaving her body frozen as the device rings unanswered.
Monique holds out her hand inviting her love to hand it over. She does. "What's up, Wade?"
The tween isn't surprised to see Monique instead of Kim. He figured as much after the way she hung up on him. "Hey Monique, sorry to interrupt your date with Kim." he apologizes evenly.
The curly haired girl shifts an eyebrow "You seem pretty cool with that."
"I am." the boy replies before honestly admitting "I was, well...shocked to say the least, but who Kim dates isn't any of my business."
"Really? I thought everything was your business." she teases.
Wade frowns "I only dig when I have to, and it's always after Kim tells me to do it." he relaxes "It doesn't change anything on my end. Dating or not, I have your back."
Kim is unable to articulate just how much of a relief it is to hear that.
She appears over Monique's shoulder and smiles warmly "Thanks, Wade. That means a lot."
"Of course, Kim."
"So, what's the sitch?"
"I'm getting a huge energy spike over a remote region of the Himalayas."
The redhead narrows her eyes. "Dementor."
With an urgent tone the boy genius relates "I haven't seen readings this high since he tried to drain the world's power supply."
Monique looks up at her girlfriend "Sounds legit."
Kim meets her gaze. "But our date..."
"It's fine, our time is almost up anyway." Kim gives her a strange look. "What? Did you think I reserved this place for the whole night?" she huffs humorously "I could barely afford two hours."
Wade types a string of numbers "Coordinates sent."
"And I have the ride covered." Monique announces "Let's go."
They end the call and head out of the restaurant.
Monique clicks a key fob and and a tethered platform lowers to the ground directly in front of them. Kim looks up to see that it's attached to a sleek black hovercraft barely discernable from the night sky.
The curly haired girl grabs on to a pole secured to the tether in the middle of the platform. She holds Kim tightly around the waist as they are raised up into the craft.
Kim expects to see Global Justice agents manning the vehicle, but the spacious interior is vacant.
Monique steps over to the cockpit and punches in the coordinates. The autopilot plots the course and engages.
She turns her back to the redhead and says in a provocative undertone. "Unzip me."
Kim reddens at the thought. She leans in close, but nothing more.
Monique can practically sense her hesitation. "Unless you want to save the world in a little black dress, it would be a good idea to change. I can't take this off by myself."
She can, but does it matter? She would much rather be undressed by her love.
Kim pinches the zipper between her fingers and slowly pulls it down. Her breath quickens.
Monique isn't wearing a bra.
She snakes her fingers across the toned unblemished surface baring her love's shoulders.
Before the dress falls exposing her, Monique grabs the neckline, holding it loosely over her chest. She faces Kim and says in the same low alluring tone "If you want to see, all you have to do is ask."
Kim bites her lip and quivers, either from anticipation or from the mental strain of maintaining a measure of self-control.
Monique waits patiently for a response, a subtle wry smile curling on her lips.
Tension builds in the silence until it almost becomes tangible.
The redhead slowly shakes her head even though it is apparent what she greatly desires. "I...I shouldn't. I don't think I could stop myself if I saw...all of you."
The crooked smile turns into a grin. Monique can't get enough of the innocence in Kim. It is oddly refreshing in a way. She steals an intimate kiss, not giving her love a chance to kiss back.
The hero is left in a slack jawed daze.
The rookie sidekick takes advantage of her heroine's stupor, quickly changing into her commando gear.
Kim snaps out of it and is disappointed that the opportunity to watch Monique change has passed.
She's had about all she can handle anyway.
Kim puts on her trademark mission attire through a long sigh.
"Don't worry, Babe," Monique says with a familiar glint in her eye "you can look all you want in six months."
The redhead frowns "Not funny."
She shrugs "I'm not the one who insists on waiting."
Kim shoots her a real glare this time.
The fun is over.
Any sort of smirk or humor immediately vanishes from Monique's face. "I didn't mean anything by it, Kim. I was just playing around."
"I don't know how you can joke about it." Kim replies tersely.
Kim thought being in love was agonizing before. Finally having Monique within arm's reach, but not being able to do anything with her is tantamount to torture and being the butt end of a joke about it is simply unbearable.
The curly haired girl makes a mental note never to go there again. "I won't. Believe me, girl, this will never happen again."
Kim lightens up, as much as her personality allows at any rate, "Let's just forget about it." She looks at the time. "We should get some rest. It's a long flight."
Monique splays her fingers over her chest. She feels like she just dodged a very deadly bullet. She has narrowly escaped death before, mere days ago, but this is an entirely new and equally uncomfortable feeling.
The well equipped sidekick presses a few buttons on the cockpit console opening up a long side panel in the body of the craft, a bed.
"I hope you don't mind sharing." Monique says without a trace of innuendo. She can distinctly sense the time for flirtatious suggestion has passed.
Agonizing or not, Kim isn't going to pass up a chance to spoon her girlfriend. She gestures for her sidekick to go first. She follows after and puts an arm around her lover's waist, scooting up close.
Kim is asleep in seconds. Monique lies awake for a few minutes wondering how her father managed to make the relationship with her mother work given the way he is.
She spends her last waking moments blaming him for passing on his suave stupidity.
...Several Hours Later...
Kim and Monique touch down a few thousand feet below a towering mountain peak. Their parachutes fall beside them.
The rookie sidekick shakes out her stiff limbs and tries to get the blood to return to her face. Jumping out of a perfectly good plane has never sat well with her, even after the rigorous training she has received.
Usually she has Ron's screams to make herself feel better.
It is strange, she feels, that no one prompted her to pick him up.
She looks around half expecting him to fall out of the sky "Hey Kim, where's Ron?"
"He's in Japan."
"Japan? For what?"
Kim shrugs. "He said he had some business to take care of at the secret ninja school he went to. He seemed really excited about it."
"When is he not excited about something?"
"Ron is, well, excitable, but there was something different about him this time. He was actually sort of...determined."
A knowing smile spreads across Monique's face. "Oh, I think I know what kind of 'business' Ron is up to."
"You do?" she turns back toward her love "What is it?"
"You'll know when he brings back his souvenir."
Now Kim definitely knows something is going on. She doesn't like being the only one left in the dark even though her love technically figured it out on her own.
She protests, but Monique holds up a hand cutting her off. "Let him surprise you. He did it the way he did for a reason." She sees that she will have to clarify. "A man has to do some things on his own, Kim."
The redhead gets hung up on the fact that Monique just referred to Ron as a man and misses the point. Kim knows her well enough not to press further. She isn't going to budge.
The conversation ends and the duo begin the climb to Dementor's lair. The ascent is only about a thousand feet through a relatively easy mountain pass.
For the sake of practicality, even evil lairs have to be accessible.
As they approach the perimeter, Kim puts Wade on screen. "How's the security?"
The tween doesn't look concerned "Better than Drakken's, but still well within my ability." He smiles "Their system's down and they don't even know it."
"Thanks, Wade."
"One more thing, in your pack I arranged for you to have something to get Dementor's hounds off your back."
Kim nods and hangs up. She rummages through her bag and finds a spray can. She reads the label "Odor Neutralizer."
Monique raises and eyebrow "Hounds?"
"Dementor has a few dogs."
It doesn't seem like that big of a deal. "So? I think we can handle it."
"Giant, mutant, dogs."
Her eyes widen. She takes the can and sprays on a thorough coating. She sprays Kim even more.
The hero coughs in the aerosol cloud. She takes the can back. "That's enough. There's not enough oxygen as it is." she says with a smile, amused by her overprotective application.
They sneak past the oversized hounds and make it to the compound.
Kim fires a grappling hook and lets it pull them up onto the roof.
The redhead seems to enjoy dropping down from the ceiling like it's Mission Impossible.
Kim is tempted to play the theme song as her and her sidekick lower themselves down to the floor. They touch down and cut the wires they were suspended from.
"Kim Possible!" Dementor shouts in his exaggerated German accent.
Monique rubs a pinky in her ear. "Does everyone have to yell your name?"
Dementor looks to the girl who interrupted the hero villain routine. "I see you have hired yourself a new sidekick." His eyes narrow. "I also see you haven't shown her her place."
Monique starts to flush hotly from anger.
Kim lays a hand on her shoulder and whispers "Try to play along. Don't let it get under your skin."
The rookie side kick looks back to her and it is obvious her words had no effect. "It's a little late for that."
"Enough mumbling amongst yourselves!" Dementor yells. He motions toward the heroes and yells even louder to his henchmen "GET THEM!"
Completely unperturbed, Kim suggests "Race you to the machine?"
A subtle smile close to a smirk breaks through the anger "It's on, girl."
The team sprint down the platform running right beneath Dementor, out of reach.
"Hurry, you incompetent fools!" he commands "Prime the Evilizer Array!"
As she dashes through the grip of several henchmen, Kim feels electricity charge the air, never a good sign. Monique leaps ahead dropping few more, clearing a path.
Recognizing the opportunity, the hero seizes the opening.
She skids on the soles of her shoes sliding into full view of the Evilizer Array. Its immense size rivals that of Drakken's jellyfish scheme.
A solid ring of men in grey close around the redhead and the malevolent machine.
It was a trap and Kim fell right into it.
A small gap opens in the ring. Dementor walks through with a smug grin. He stands next to his creation and pats it with a hand. "Do you like it?" he cackles triumphantly "Of course you don't!"
Kim crosses her arms and waits for the monologue.
"When Electronique was turned good by you and that blond moron, such an unfortunate incident, I had my men pay her lair a visit. What they brought back will change the world.
"You see, the attitudinator was a brilliant invention, but a flawed one. The flaw being that its effects were reversible. But now, with my Evilizer Array, everything will change! When you are struck with my evilizing laser, you will become evil permanently. The entire world will!
"Get ready, Kim Possible! You will be the first hero to see the world through the eyes of a villain!"
Kim doesn't point out that technically she would be the fourth.
Dementor hops behind a control panel and begins his assault.
A web of red lasers descend on Kim. She leaps, flips, cartwheels, anything, to avoid getting hit.
The small evil man snaps his fingers.
The ring of henchmen begin to encroach, closing in on the hero.
Kim is running out of room, fast. She can feel the electric charge running through the red beams tug on the hairs of her arms and neck, getting closer and closer until finally there is nowhere left for her to go.
The next laser is a sure hit.
With a twisted grin, Dementor fires the beam.
Right at that moment the wall of burly men ruptures sending henchmen flying outward. Amid the chaos Monique bursts through diving in the path of the laser.
There is nothing Kim can do. It hits her sidekick square in the back.
Monique grimaces arcing her spine, limbs writhing involuntarily. She cries out in pain, voice strained to the point where it breaks.
Mercifully, the beam wanes, fading into a thin line before disappearing. Released from the laser's grip, the sidekick falls forward onto Kim, unconscious.
Kim holds her in a tight embrace. A single word escapes her lips in a grieved shuddering whisper. "Monique."
What did you just do?
To be continued...
The title of this chapter has a twofold meaning: the first, Dementor plagiarized Electronique's work, and the second, I stole the idea for a reserved dinner at a fancy restaurant from a KiMo fanfic I read called Chocolates, Flowers, and Tears by RoyalMeanier.
I was writing the scene and thought, wait...this has happened before. I realized where the idea came from and thought I should credit the original author, who is again, RoyalMeanier.
The whole scene was a terrible cliché... (Mine, not the other author's)
Any ideas as to what the mystery meal could be? I couldn't think of anything which is why I left it at vaguely delicious. (Maybe some weird thing from Iron Chef...)
Although it didn't seem like it based on their conversation in the hovercraft, Kim has seen Monique naked. I think it was the mall scene in chapter two, however, I'd like to think such a thing carries an entirely new significance once they are actually dating.
If anyone is wondering, Evilizer isn't only a stupid name, it's also a play on equalizer.
Will Monique be alright? Will she really be evil permanently?
Keep reading to find out!
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