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Kim Possible: Impossibilities
By LJ58
10
Dr. Director walked into her office, and sank into her chair.
She eyed the computer, and considered what she had before her, as well as what Dr. Fyne had just admitted.
True, the woman couldn't violate certain confidences, but she felt the pregnancy of the most celebrated young heroine on the planet had to be made known, and protected. However it had come to pass. In all her years, even Betty would never, ever, have bet on the redhead slowing down that much. If ever.
Yet, Will Du?
Of all people?
It made sense. Dr. Fyne was right in that respect.
The timeline fit, and yet it simultaneously made no sense.
The pair were fire and ice. Oil and water.
They simply couldn't seem to mesh, no matter what the circumstances. They had come out of that misadventure still sniping at one another, and had left for their follow-up mission doing the same.
She would sooner believe Sheldon would give up, and go straight than those two ever getting together. Or having a baby.
The thought was too fantastic.
Then she realized something else, too.
If people found out Kimberly was pregnant, there would be those that would be after her all the more. There would be those that might try to exploit her being rendered temporarily helpless, if not exploiting her child as well.
Then there was the father.
Did this imply the two were going to….bury their mutual hatchets?
The though almost made her shudder in just how they might do so.
If they could.
Then, too, there was the fact that Kim Possible was still a role model for a lot of people out there. Which meant that her new status as a mother was going to be very closely scrutinized. Only just now, she was foreseeing a lot of issues coming out of this one.
As if they did not have enough on their collective plates. One thing was certain, Kimberly was going to be definitely out of circulation longer than she liked.
Dr. Director shook her head, and then reached for her computer, and punched a code on the secure communications lines.
"Get me the Retreat," she ordered her aide.
KP
Kim stood naked under the shower, feeling the hot water soaking into her sore muscles as she felt pleasantly worn out after a very long, and very hard work-out with the android targets she used since she couldn't find very many volunteers that wanted to spar.
Not after she accidentally knocked that one guy out who felt her reputation was feigned, and Ron had been carrying her all along.
Considering she still had issues with Ron of late, that had been the wrong thing for the big, bald poser to say to her before stepping on the mat with her. He had been trying to crawl away before she finished with him, and Will just stood and watched, shaking his head.
Which was when the commander chose to allow her to use the android targets they used in security drills for her sparring.
He was afraid his people might all end up in ICU if he didn't.
Meanwhile, Kim was doing her own thinking.
She didn't want to think at all. Especially about the things Will had brought up. Still, he was right. They did need to settle things. If only for the sake of her own peace-of-mind, which she seriously needed to regain just then. She sighed, shut off the water, and reached for a towel.
Drying herself off, she eyed her still trim frame in a foggy mirror, and grimaced as she imagined that changing. And likely soon.
She finished drying, and reached for fresh lingerie even as she heard something buzz.
Right. Her new doorbell.
Reaching for a robe, she left the bathroom, and walked out to cross her room, and then pondered who it could be.
Either the commander with more complaints. Or Will. She doubted it would be Hiro, who was out playing ghost around the compound somewhere.
She wasn't ready to see any of them, still, sitting around by herself had never been her style either, and this place was fast getting boring. Even with the staff training gym opened for her, she couldn't work out all the time, and even she knew she couldn't work out much longer if she were really about to end up birthing the next…. Whatever it would be.
She opened the door, and eyed the faintly smiling man holding up a hand in mock surrender.
Kim said nothing as she eyed Will, waiting for him to speak.
"Truce? We really do need to talk, and I was hoping now might be a good time."
"What makes you think so," Kim demanded, though not as hotly as she might have considering even as she stepped aside, and let the man still in his GJ uniform enter her room.
She was surprised to see she cared a small bag in one hand.
"Going to bribe me?"
"I thought I would bring a gift," Will told her, and set the bag on a nearby table and pulled out a bottle of clear wine, and two glasses.
"Wine? You're going to try to get me drunk," she scowled as she stood there in only her robe, glaring as she eyed him.
"In my defense, it's all they had," he told her, not mentioning the favors he had to burn to even acquire it. "And it's a very good dry, white that will not harm you so long as you only drink moderately. Which I would advise anyway as this is for….icebreaking, and not intoxication. We do need to talk, and I hoped this might help us….relax."
"Right," Kim drawled, crossing her arms as she eyed him.
"That, and I hoped right after your workout, and obvious shower, that you would be relaxed and more likely to listen, rather than….react."
Kim glared, then finally shook her head as she watched him pour two glasses from the bottle, and offer her one.
"I guess….we do need to talk," Kim finally admitted, and went to one of two chairs to the right of the bed.
"You haven't done much settling," he said, eyeing the still Spartan room.
"I'm not planning on staying any longer than necessary," she scowled, and eyed the wine as she sat down.
Will said nothing, and walked over to take the other chair, giving her a wan smile.
"To….detente," he suggested, and lifted his glass toward her.
"Whatever. Okay, what have you been thinking about….this sitch," she asked.
"Well, obviously, we are in quite a quandary. The quick and easy solution is available, of course, but I'm not sure of your feelings on the matter….."
"I'm not killing a baby," Kim sputtered, and glared at him. "Not even….yours," she said curtly.
"That actually pleases me," Will actually smiled.
"I'm so happy for you," Kim seethed, and then took a gulp more than a sip of the wine.
"Easy," he cautioned her. "While it isn't potent, you still want to maintain moderation."
"Do not start with me," she ordered. "Okay. We both know I'm not into abortion. So, considering you even thought I might…."
"Actually, I hoped you weren't, since….well, my beliefs are incidental at this point. I'm just grateful you aren't the kind to think that a neat and easy way out of…..our predicament. It also makes me think more highly of you."
Kim's green eyes narrowed at that comment.
"Not that you aren't already admirable," Will quickly stated as he only then caught her expression.
He took a long sip of his own drink, and carefully set the glass on the arm of his chair.
"I'm not approaching this well at all. Listen, Kimberly, I realize that neither of us planned for this. Or ever even remotely entertained the likelihood of our….reproducing….."
Kim groaned now, and rolled her eyes.
"Will you just get to it? You obviously gave this some thought, so tell me your solution."
"Well, considering your traditional family, and my very traditional family…."
"How traditional?"
"They're Catholic. Very devout."
"I'm not."
"I'm aware of that."
"Well, my point is, sooner or later, we need to speak to our families. It might behoove us to have our own solution in place by then, and I felt…. Well, we could just marry, and present a fait accompli when we had to confront our families with our child."
Kim chose to take another gulp of wine.
"My folks are going to go ballistic when I tell them about this," she sighed. "Still, I was hoping…."
"I know the Retreat's medic has already confirmed Dr. Fyne's diagnosis. She also suggested you take iron supplements, too. It seems you might be a little…."
"Does everyone already know," she growled at him.
"No, no. Just you, I, and the doctors."
"And why did they talk to you?"
"Well, I rather admitted I was….the father," he smiled wanly. "So, shall we see the commander, and arrange a marriage?"
Kim's left eye twitched.
"Just like that?"
"Well, we do have some things to work out. But they can perform a Catholic marriage ceremony here, and then any complaints our families might have are sure to be….."
"Complaints? Complaints," Kim hissed. "Here's one. You want me to marry without my family, without my mom, or my friends? Just like that? To suit you? Let me guess, you already have the chain waiting for me in your kitchen, right? Right?"
"Now, Kimberly," Will said uneasily, "I would never chain you in the kitchen. No sane man would."
"What was that," she hissed, her volume ironically dropping to a near whisper.
Will paled as the glass she held shattered in Kim's left hand as it clenched.
KP
Agent Ryan Deeks froze as a hatch just ahead was suddenly flung open, and a body came flying out to land sprawling near his feet.
"If you come back anytime this week, I'll peel you like a banana, and rub you down in salt," Kim shrieked as she slammed her door on Will as he just sat, staring at that closed barrier now between them.
"Damn, Du," his fellow agent grimaced as Will looked up to see the man offering a hand. "What did you do to her?"
"What have you heard," Will asked Ryan suspiciously.
"Nothing. But I just want to know, so I don't make your slip up, or do it either. Ouch!"
"Don't worry. It won't happen," Will grimaced. "Just….a personal disagreement."
"That's….? Never mind. Whatever you say. Some of the guys were wondering if we might get her to attend a little impromptu party tomorrow night, but I'm guessing she's not the type."
"Definitely not the type. And she is currently in our care, too, so that would be a gross dereliction of duty, and conflict of interest," Will advised him as he stood up, and dusted himself off as he checked for anything out of order.
"Right. Well, I was headed to chow. How about you?"
"Actually, I need to go see the doctor."
"She hit you that hard?"
"No, but…. Never mind," Will told him, not about to tell him Kim might need to have her hand treated. Or why.
KP
Feral slipped into the backyard with ease, and looked around the area.
This was supposedly one of the closest friends to Possible, and had been around her for years. She had only just returned to Middleton, and now was the best time to snatch her. Reptile and Shadow were on the front, watching for anyone that might show up while she broke in, and grabbed the package.
She was supposedly alone just then, which was just as well. While she wasn't above collateral damage, in cases like this, it was always easier if you didn't leave obvious signs you had been around. Not until you wanted to purposely make your own signs.
Which was why they had waited, and watched, and ensured the target was home alone before they moved.
Now, she was about to get the key that finally unlocked a ten million dollar bounty. Or even five, if she and Reptile split it.
She grinned at the thought of that serious payday, and eased the door open after easily picking the simple lock, and stepping inside.
She heard a shower running, and a voice singing, and smirked as she padded toward the hall, thinking catching the target so unawares would be all the easier. She eased the bathroom door open, and stared at the shape behind the glass door, and listened to the silly words of a silly tune.
Easing silently across the tile floor, she reached for the shower door even as it suddenly opened, and kidnapper and victim both gaped at one another.
"You," they both seethed at one another.
KP
Dr. Director eyed the papers in her hand, and considered her recent interview with Dr. Fyne after her tip, and wanted to swear.
As she waited on the tie-in, since the Retreat had its own encryption, and top secret frequencies that constantly rotated, making it impossible to trace calls, or locations, even she had to wait after requesting contact. She knew it might be as long as five minutes, or five hours.
Still, she needed some direct confirmation, and there was only one way to secure it.
"Agent Du, here," finally came a gruff greeting just thirty minutes after the request for contact was initiated.
"Will, Dr. Director," she replied evenly.
"Yes, ma'am, is something wrong? Has the matter been dealt with as yet….?"
"No, we're still working the case. I just need to ask you something."
"Of course. Anything I can…."
"Did you get Kimberly pregnant?"
The long silence was almost telling, and then, true to form, Will replied, "Ma'am, I must confess to recently violating the regulations in a rather unprofessional manner. I have no excuse, and…."
"Will, is she pregnant?"
"Yes, ma'am," Will admitted.
"The child is yours?"
"Yes," he replied simply.
Dr. Director felt her shock rise to new levels.
"And have you and Kimberly discussed….what you will do?"
"We have begun….negotiations," he admitted uneasily.
"Negotiations," she sputtered. "Are you going to marry the girl, or not," she demanded hotly.
"Just at the moment, I don't think she'd let me."
"Let you," Betty groaned. "Will, what did you do?"
"Well, I did make the honorable offer. I even suggested the commander could manage the ceremony at once without troubling our families," he informed her.
"You didn't," Betty groaned in earnest now.
"Dr. Director…."
"Will, listen to me. The last thing any woman wants to hear, especially if she is already pregnant, is how efficient, or effective your plans may be. You especially don't deny her the chance to share such moments with her family. Understand?"
"Uh, no, ma'am, not really," he said after a moment.
"Why am I not surprised. Your mother did you no favors raising you as she did."
"I felt she was a most efficient…."
"Will. Stop. Just stop. At this point, trust me, Kimberly is going to want romance. She is going to want her family, and most especially her mother. She is going to want to be inefficient, and impractical. Do you now understand?"
"Not….truly."
"Good God, man, how did you ever get her to bed? Let alone pregnant?"
"It was…an accident. I confess, there was some native beer involved at the time."
Dr. Director literally slapped her hand over her face.
"Will, I order you to try to be romantic. Because there is no way that I intend to listen to your mother complain about her first grandchild being a bastard. And God help you if the Possibles find out under the wrong circumstances!"
"When you put it that way," Will grimaced.
"Will, I'm trusting you to manage this one. Woo her. Seduce her...again. And get her to at least agree to an engagement. Anything else can wait till we shut down this current threat to her safety."
"Yes, ma'am, I understand."
"I hope you do. Because, understand me, Will, when you two return, both families will be waiting. And I have no intention of being in the middle."
"Yes, ma'am," he sighed, and asked, "Do you wish to address the commander before I close?"
"Is he there?"
"In the next room. He felt this might need to be a private conversation."
"He was right. Put him on. I need to brief him, if only to warn him."
"Warn him?"
"You know Kimberly, Will. Now, imagine Kimberly on hormones. Imagine her emotional issues as she gestates, and finds herself less than capable, but refusing to admit it. Imagine that, Will."
"I….see your point," he said grimly. "I'll get the commander right away."
Will went silent, and as she waited, since no video monitoring was allowed, as it might inadvertently give away something someone could use, like tracking personnel, even if they couldn't find the actually Retreat. Betty just shook her head.
Sometimes, she thought, her best agent was her dimmest.
Sometimes, she wondered why she had ever listened to her aunt, and let the boy enroll in GJ training. He would have been better off growing up with his peers. Well, she could just imagine what that rule-crazed woman was going to make of this one. When Betty got around to telling her.
Because if there was one thing Kim Possible wasn't, it was Catholic, or likely to bow to the Church Dogma her aunt and her family took so seriously. Then there were the Possibles.
This might just be the shortest marriage in history, if Will ever actually managed to get her to say yes.
To Be Continued…