Doppler Effect.
A Kim Possible fanfic.
By Zombie Boy.
"It's my life
For everyone to see
For you a charade
For me a disease
Everything in sight
All through the night
Leaving scars
And fucking stars"
Coal Chamber, Fiend, Dark Days.
Chapter Twenty Five.
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"Tara here." Tara said, cradling her cellphone between her ear and her shoulder as she went back to tying her shoes.
"Hey Tara." Bonnie said on the other end. "I'm not gonna need a ride in to school today."
"You're not?" asked Tara, arching an eyebrow as she finished tying her sneaker. "You getting a ride from your dad?"
"No." Bonnie answered. "I'm taking a sick day." she added. "I think I'm coming down with something."
"Oh." Tara said as a thought prickled in the back of her mind. There was something about Bonnie's tone.... "Okay."
"I love you Tara." Bonnie said. "Talk to you later."
Tara blinked in surprise at Bonnie's last statement and started to say something, but Bonnie had already hung up.
"I don't like this." she thought as the thought that had been prickling the back of her mind became full blown alarm bells. "I don't like this at all."
Jumping to her feet, she strode over to her desk and pulled the handcuffs from her drawer.
"I was hoping to not have to use these..." Tara muttered to herself as she stuffed the handcuffs into her bag before rushing out of the house.
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Kim groaned and tried to pull her blankets over her, but discovered that she couldn't. Her arms were bound to her sides.
Opening her eyes Kim found herself looking at a ceiling that was most definitely not her own. "What the-?" she muttered as she looked around at her surroundings. "This isn't my room."
Indeed it wasn't her room. It was a padded room, which begged the questions where was she, and why was she in a padded room.
"Okay...." Kim said to herself "I'm in a padded room, God knows where, for God knows what reason." she added. "Perfect."
"Oh, you're awake." said a voice.
Kim looked around to locate the source of the voice and saw that it was coming from a speaker grill set in the door to her cell.
"Yeah, I am." Kim said. "Where am I, and who are you?"
"Oh good, you're lucid." the voice said, getting a dirty look from Kim. "I am Doctor Yakamoto, and you're at the Upperton Mental Health Institute, in the superhero wing."
Kim blinked a couple of times as she digested this, then another question popped into her head. "Okay then, why am I here, and who put me here?"
'Well..." Dr Yakamoto began "The Middleton police department received an anonymous call that you were hallucinating, and under the National Superhero Act of 1968 you were put into our custody for observation."
"I'm going to kill her...." Kim muttered under her breath.
"Who?" Dr Yakamoto asked.
"What?" Kim asked in reply.
"You mentioned someone, a she." Yakamoto elaborated. "Who is she?"
"Who do you think?" Kim snapped, reflexively thinking that she was talking to someone who knew her personal life.
"The...'Pink girl?' " Yakamoto asked.
"Of course you think that..." Kim grumbled, realizing her mistake and not going any further.
"Why do you say that?" Yakamoto asked.
"Quit that!" Kim said, giving the observation window an irritated look.
"Quit what?" Yakamoto asked.
"That!" Kim said. "Quit analyzing everything I say!"
"Does that worry you?" Yakamoto asked.
"ARRRG!"
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Gunning her engine, Tara slid her Rabbit around a corner in a four wheel drift as she turned onto Bonnies street. Twitching the wheel, she corrected her slide and straightened out her car as she flew down the street. Halfway down the block she could see Bonnie's house and was relieved that Jeff's truck was still parked in the driveway.
"Thank God for small favors." Tara thought as she braked.
Cranking the wheel hard to the left, tara pulled into the driveway and skidded to a stop. Putting the car in Park, she grabbed her bookbag and leaped from the car as Jeff Rockwaller stepped out his front door.
"Hold the door!" Tara called as she charged up the walk.
"What?" Jeff asked, somewhat confused by what was going on and standing half in/ half out of his door.
"ExcusemeIgottatalktoBonniethankyou!" Tara said in a rapid chatter as she juked past Mr Rockwaller with a grace that would have made Mr Barkin wonder why she was on the cheerleading squad instead of being a receiver.
"Tara, what's going on-?" Jeff started to say as he whirled around to face the way Tara had gone, but she was already upstairs. "Oh boy." he sighed.
Feeling his parenting sense go off and that this was something that he should look into, he stepped back inside and shut the door. Upstairs he heard Tara pounding on a door and calling Bonnie's name. Jeff quickened his pace.
He was a quarter of the way up the stairs when he heard the door give way and someone screech. Jeff then broke into a run and took the stairs two at a time. Reaching the top of the stairs he heard the sound of bodies wrestling and saw Bonnies door standing open.
Sprinting down the hall, he burst into his youngest daughters bedroom and stopped in stunned shock at what he saw: Tara was handcuffed to Bonnie and was holding on to her for dear life in front of her closet.
"What the hell-" he started to say, then his eye caught the makeshift noose hanging from the clothes rack in her closet.
"Oh my God."
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'What do you mean 'she's under observation'?" Anne seethed. "My daughter is not mentally unstable, and is in no need of any observation, especially by a bunch of clueless idiots like you- no, wait, don't put me on-" she said, but was too late "Hold."
"Well?" Deunan asked.
Anne rolled her eyes and looked towards the heavens. "I'm on hold." she said. "Have I mentioned on how much I hate bureaucrats?"
"Not in the last five minutes, no." Deunan quipped.
"In that case, I really hate bureaucrats." Anne growled. "How are things going on your end?" she asked.
Deunan shrugged. "Micah's asking around and calling in some favors." she said. "He's trying the back door approach because, as he puts it, the only smart people at Upperton M.H.I are the inmates."
"Well, I hope he's doing better than I am, because I keep getting bounced around from one idiot to another- excuse me." Anne said as someone came on the line. "Yes, hello. I'm calling about my daughter....."
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"Whats... going on here?" Jeff asked, his voice unsure as he took a couple of cautious steps towards where Bonnie and Tara lay.
"I had a hunch." Tara answered. "I had a hunch that Bonnie might try to hurt herself..... and I was right." she added, looking down at her friend, who was silent.
"Bonnie?" Jeff asked. "Is what she's saying true?"
Bonnie said nothing for a few moments, then nodded once. "Yeah." she said quietly. "Connie n' Lonnie were fuckin' with me n' I thought if I wasn't here they'd leave you n' Tara 'lone..." she added, her words slurring together.
"Your sisters?" asked Jeff, crouching down so he could look at his daughter. "What were they doing? Were they the ones who have been vandalizing Tara's car?" he asked.
Bonnie nodded drunkenly. "Yeah." she said, blinking and rubbing an eye with the heel of her hand. "They slashed 'er tires n' tagged 'er car." she slurred. "They also got us stopped..." she added, trailing off into a yawn.
"They were the ones who did that?"{ Jeff asked. "How do you know that?" he asked.
"I saw one of 'em drive by when we sittin' 'n th' side of th' road..." Bonnie answered. "I'm so tired...." she added before her eyes closed and her head slumped against Taras chest.
"Bonnie?" Jeff asked, gently shaking her. "Bonnie?" he asked again.
"Out cold." Tara said.
Jeff nodded. "Yeah." he said, then looked up at Tara. "I suppose you have an idea on what's been going on, seeing as how you barged in and saved her."
Tara nodded. "Yeah." she said. "I can explain, but first I think we should get Bonnie back in bed."
"Probably a good idea." Jeff said before gathering his daughter in his arms. Standing up, he waited for Tara to get to her feet before he moved Bonnie over to her bed and set her down. "So, what's going on?" he asked.
"Where do you want me to start?" Tara asked him.
"Well, for starters, how about that?" asked Jeff, pointing to the noose hanging from the clothes rack. "And why the hell Bonnie decided to...decided to..." he couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.
Tara glanced at the noose, sighed, and looked down for a moment to collect her thoughts before she responded.
"Okay." Tara said. "You remember when you and Bonnie got stopped?" she asked.
"Yeah." Jeff said. "It's kind of hard to forget something like that." he added.
"Well, you heard what she said. She saw one of her sisters in one of the cars that drove by." she continued. "And they slashed my tires, and vandalized my car, and God knows what else."
"Alright..." Jeff said "I can see them being behind getting us stopped- it's sad for me to say it, but it does seem like the sort of thing that they would do rather than what their mother would do." he continued. "But why go after you?"
Tara shrugged slightly. "I'm the only friend she's got right now, and other than you, the only support." she suggested. "They've been trying to destroy her."
"And they damn nearly succeeded." Jeff growled, glaring at the noose. "Excuse me for a second."
Tara waited as he got up and cut the noose down with his pocketknife and had sat back down. "Of course, this is all speculation on my part." she continued. "They've been covering their tracks."
"That I expect." Jeff said, giving the noose a sour look before tossing it in the trash. "And now that I know what's been going on, I think I know why they've been going after her."
"Revenge?" suggested Tara.
"Bingo." Jeff said. "I may not have been around as much as I should have, but I do know my daughters." he added. "Connie and Lonnie certainly have their mother's vindictive streak- of course, their mother prefers to do things legally to cover her ass."
"Okay..." Tara said.
"So, why the handcuffs?" Jeff asked.
Tara looked at the massive steel bracelets connecting her to Bonnie. "I had a feeling that Bonnie might try to hurt herself, and I wanted to have a way to stop her just in case, and so I confronted B3S the last time they were in town...." she trailed off. "uh oh."
"Uh oh?" Jeff asked. "What do you mean 'uh oh?'"
Tara got a semi panicked look on her face. "They never gave me any keys." she said. "I don't have any keys...."
Jeff's eyes got wide and he looked down at the massive cuffs encircling Bonnies wrist. "Uh oh." he echoed.
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Her anger bubbling and steaming like a hot spring, Anne sat at her desk and plowed through her paperwork. Well, she would have been plowing through her paperwork, but she'd finished it all.
"Of all the times for my efficiency to come and bite me on the ass...." Anne fumed mentally. "If I had paperwork to do I'd be able to keep my mind off of those idiots at Upperton MHI."
her train of thought was derailed by the ringing of the phone. "Neurology, this is Dr. Possible." she said in a professional tone when she picked up.
"Hey Anne." the voice of Dr Reed, head of Middleton General's psych ward said.
"Hey Bill." Anne said, dropping her professional demeanor. "You got any good news?" she asked.
"A little." Dr Reed answered. "I called in a couple of favors with some of their upstairs and got the ball rolling on getting Kim released."
"Thank you." Anne said. "I was getting nowhere with them."
Dr Reed chuckled. "That's because you don't have blackmail material on them." he said. "You would not believe what those of us in the mental health profession do to unwind, especially in Vegas."
"Ahhh...." Anne said in an understanding tone. "I'm surprised that you're not working with Barrios on this one."
"Oh, but I am." Dr Reed said. "Where do you think I got the blackmail material from?"
"I see." Anne said. "So how long until Kim gets out?"
"End of the day at the latest." Dr Reed answered. "That work for you?" he asked.
Anne nodded. "Yeah." she said. "Kim's a tough girl. She can stand being in there that long."
"Okay then." Dr Reed said. "I gotta go, duty calls and all that. I'll keep you updated."
"Thanks Bill." Anne said before he hung up. Putting the phone back on the receiver she pumped her fist in victory. "Yes!" she said triumphantly.
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At the Rockwaller household, things were going in a slightly different direction.
"Well?" Jeff asked the locksmith, who was wedged between Tara and the bed as he studied the handcuffs joining the two. "Can you get them off?"
"That is the sixty four million dollar question." the locksmith said. "I've never seen a lock like the one on these. Where did you get it?" he asked.
"Ask her." Jeff said, pointing at Tara.
"I got them from Chris Stivers of B3S." she said when the locksmith looked at her.
"What?" the locksmith asked in an oddly strangled tone. "You got them from B3S?"
Tara nodded. "Yeah." she said. "Why do you ask?"
"I can't touch these." the locksmith said, carefully backing away from the handcuffs.
"What are you talking about?" Jeff asked. "Over the phone you said-"
"I thought I was dealing with regular cuffs." the locksmith said, interrupting Jeff. "But these aren't regular cuffs."
"What makes them different?" Jeff asked.
"Chris Stivers made them." the locksmith clarified. "And to mess with one of his creations is to bring doom upon your head....." he added, getting a faraway look in his eyes.
"Oh, come on..." Jeff said, but the locksmith wasn't listening to him.
"It'd would break the seal, and cheese would rain from the heavens and the Black Squirrel would walk upon the earth..." the locksmith said, terror in his eyes. "It would be the end of us all!" he added before fleeing the room screaming.
In the silence that followed the locksmith's exit, Tara and Jeff looked at each other. "Okay...." Jeff said. "That was.... different."
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Kim was losing her mind.
Literally.
She had thought that when she woke up in her padded cell that was the worst things were going to get. Boy was she wrong. She hadn't counted on her neighbors. Her neighbor on the right was a bipolar lesbian. Her neighbor on the left was a bisexual with multiple personality disorder.
And they were exes.
In the midst of a breakup.
A nasty one.
She was sandwiched between two lunatic women who were screaming abuse at each other for hours on end, and her nerves had been rapidly worn thin, and now she was on her last nerve, which was about to-
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP- JUST! SHUT! UP!"
-break.
"I'VE BEEN FORCED TO LISTEN TO YOU TWO HARPIES SCREECH AT EACH OTHER FOR THE LAST THREE HOURS AND I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!" Kim screamed at the top of her lungs. "NOW EITHER YOU TWO SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP, OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL RIP THIS STRAIGHTJACKET OFF AND SHUT THE TWO OF YOU UP PERMANENTLY! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
There was silence for a few moments as she waited for a reply. "WELL?" she bellowed.
There were muffled acknowledgments from either side of her, and Kim sat back against the wall with a sigh of relief. "Thank you." she said, closing her eyes and enjoying the peace and quiet that now reigned.
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"Well, that was the third and last locksmith." Jeff said as he hung the phone up.
"What did he say?" Tara asked, glancing at Bonnie when a soft snore escaped her lips.
Jeff rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling. "Well, apparently word's gotten around, because when I told him who I was and why I needed his services, he started screaming 'unclean, unclean' and hung up." he explained.
"Huh." Tara said, giving the handcuffs an appreciative look. "Of all the times for me to be a blond..."
"Pardon?" Jeff asked, surprised by the non sequitur.
Tara looked up at Jeff in surprise. "Oh." she said. "When I borrowed these cuffs, I forgot to ask for the keys, like the butt of a typical blond joke."
"Considering the alternative, I have no complaints." Jeff pointed out. "Because trying to figure out how to get those cuffs off of you is much more preferable than what I could be having to do."
'True." Tara agreed, looking back at the cuffs. "Too bad we can't just cut them off."
Jeff sighed. "Yeah." he said. "Unfortunately, they're made out of carbide steel, and the only way to cut that is with something that has a diamond edge- which as it turns out, nobody in the tri-city area has."
"Looks like were going to have to ask B3S." Tara said.
"Yeah." Jeff said, grinding his molars. "I was hoping to avoid that, but it looks like we don't have a choice."
"I'll do it." Tara said. "Since I've had contact with them." she added, taking out her cellphone.
"Okay." Jeff said as Tara flipped through her menu. "You have them on your cell?"
"No..." Tara answered. "But Kim knows their number."
"Ahh...." Jeff said as Tara pressed the talk button and put her phone to her ear.
He waited as Tara called Kim. She waited as it rang, then her brow furrowed slightly. "Huh." she said. "It's going to voice mail- that's odd." she added before the cue "Hey Kim, it's Tara. I need to talk to B3S like ASAP, so could call me and give me the number? Thanks."
"Not answering?" Jeff asked.
Tara nodded. "Yeah, which is odd because right now she should be between periods-" she started to say when her phone rang.
"Spoke too soon." observed Jeff.
"Nope. It's Monique." Tara said, glancing at the cell's display before answering. "Hey Mo." she said "What? You're kidding."
Jeff watched as Tara listened to her friend for a few moments, her expression changing to shock and surprise.
"Well, no wonder I wasn't able to get hold of her." Tara said. "Yeah. You remember what happened at Bueno Nacho, with those two psychos? Yeah. Well, I need to talk to them. How come?" she looked at the handcuffs on her wrist. "I don't have the keys. Yeah. Uh -huh. No, I don't have their number- he might? Thanks Mo. Yeah, talk to you later. Bye."
"What happened?" Jeff asked as Tara hung up.
"Kim's been committed to Upperton Mental Health Institute." Tara answered in a slightly shocked tone.
Jeff groaned and looked up at the heavens again. "Figures." he said with a sigh "One of the few sane people in this town gets locked up in the loony bin."
"Yeah, apparently it's one of her brothers pranks." Tara said as she flipped through her contacts list again. "But Mo told me that Ron Stoppable might know B3S's number."
"Who?" Jeff asked.
"Kim's best friend and partner." Tara answered. "You know, blond kid, freckles, his pants keep falling down?"
"Oh!" Jeff said, her description giving him a mental picture that her recognized "Him. Okay then."
"Here's hoping." Tara said as put the phone to her ear.
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"Well, this sucks." Ron said, his voice sounding tinny in the confines of the locker he had been stuffed into.
Somewhere in the cramped and stuffy confines of the locker Rufus chattered his agreement with the situation. Sighing, Ron started to ponder on just how he was going to get out of this situation when his phone rang.
"What the- my phone." he said, squirming around to pull it out of his pocket. Worming it out of his pocket, the cramped confines of the locker were lit up by the display as he pressed the talk button.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Ron?" Tara's voice asked on the other end.
"Hey Tara." Ron answered. "What's up?"
"A lot, apparently." answered Tara. "Where are you at? You sound funny."
"Oh, I'm stuffed in a locker." Ron replied. "Nothing major."
"Okay...." Tara said.
"What can I do you for?" Ron asked.
"You know B3S?" asked Tara.
Ron grimaced at the mention of the insane duo. "Ye, unfortunately." he said. "Why do you ask?"
"well, its a long story, but I've got to talk to them.' Tara told him. "I tried to call Kim, but she's unavailable-"
"Yeah, her brothers shenanigans." said Ron.
"And when I talked to Monique, she said that you might have their number." Tara continued.
"Well, I do have their number..." Ron said.
"Great!" exclaimed Tara.
"But, it's in my Kimmunicator, which is in my locker." Ron continued. "I'll call you back with it when I get out of here, if that's okay."
"Sure." Tara said. "How long will that be?"
"Not long." Ron answered. "Since I have my phone on me, all I have to do is call the front office and they'll be able to send someone to spring me."
"Okay." Tara said. "Talk to you soon."
"Talk to you soon." Ron said, then hung up. Taking the phone away from his ear, he began to flip through his contacts list. "Lets see here.... ah, school. There we go. "he muttered, selecting the proper contact and pressing the call button.
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Gasping for breath, Kim flopped backwards onto the floor of her cell. "Man..." she gasped "They really went all out in making sure that you cant get out of these things..."
Lying there, panting, Kim ran things through her mind again. She'd been trying -rather unsuccessfully- for the past forty five minutes or so to work her way out of the straitjacket that had her arms pinned to her sides.
She knew that there was a trick to it, she'd seen it done before, but as it turned out, she was a little fuzzy on the details.
"I really wish I had been paying better attention when I was at that magic show." Kim muttered under her breath. "Or that Rufus was here..." she added. "He'd really come in handy right now...."
Looking up at the ceiling, Kim frowned as a thought struck her. "Speaking of naked mole rats.... where the hell is Ron?" she asked herself "Normally he would have been by to bust me out.... unless he-" she shook her head. "No. He wouldn't have me committed to a place like this..... but she would, that manipulative little bitch...."
Her musings were cut short by a knock at the door. "What?" she asked, rolling over so she had a view of said door.
"What were you doing?" the voice of Dr Yakamoto asked from the speaker.
"I got bored and decided to amuse myself by trying to get out of this straitjacket." Kim said.
"You'll find that's a tall order." Yakamoto said. "We specifically designed those jackets to be escape proof."
"So I noticed." Kim deadpanned. "It's working perfectly."
"Thank you." Yakamoto said. "We spent a lot time testing them to make sure that the jackets proofed against escape, along with super heroes and small mammals."
"Of course..." Kim thought sourly. "These idiots would think of that."
'Really." Kim said. "I suppose you've made sure that this place is sidekick proof too."
"Of course we did." Yakamoto replied. "What do you think we are, crazy?"
"Arrrrg!"
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Ron's call came in at a quarter to five that afternoon. He would have called earlier, but he had gotten detention after getting sprung from the locker he had been stuffed into, because, according to the logic that only public school teachers seem to possess, he had skipped a class, even though it wasn't his fault.
So, after getting out of school, he had called Tara and given her the phone number that she had been needing. Once she had that, she then dialed the long distance number and listened as the phone rang.
On the second ring, someone picked up.
"Hello, thank you for calling B3S Security Services, how may I help you?" a woman said in a British accent.
"Uh, hi." Tara said. "I'm Tara King, and I need to speak to Chris Stivers about those handcuffs he gave me...."
"Unfortunately Master Stivers is currently unavailable at this time." the woman replied. "He and Master Bauman have popped out of this dimension for a bit."
"Huh?" Tara asked, taken aback by the womans answer. "What?"
"One of Master Stivers inventions malfunctioned, and they were taken to another dimension." the woman elaborated.
"Oh....okay." Tara said, not sure of what to make of that. "Do you know when they will be back?" she asked.
"Unfortunately, I do not." the woman replied. "However, I can take a message and pass it along when they return."
"Would you, please?" Tara asked.
"Certainly." the woman on the other end replied. "You mentioned something about handcuffs?"
"Ah, yeah." Tara said. "I talked to Chris about what he did to Bonnie Rockwaller, and how I needed his help to keep her from hurting herself, and he gave me a pair of his handcuffs."
"I see.." the woman said. "Go on."
"And, he didn't give me any keys." Tara added. "And right now, I'm kinda cuffed to her, and we can't get them off."
"Hmm..... that is a problem." the woman said. "I will certainly relay your message upon their return."
"Thank you." Tara said.
"Your welcome." the woman returned. "Have a nice day."
"You too." Tara replied before hanging up. Putting the phone down she looked at Jeff. "Well, I'm stuck here." she said, raising her cuffed hand slightly. "Apparently, they've stepped out of this dimension."
"Of course." Jeff said in response. "Why am I not surprised?"
Tara shrugged. "Considering the way things have been going today...." she said.
"That's true." Jeff said. "I'll go order some pizza. You want the usual, right?" he asked.
"Yeah." Tara answered as she picked her phone back up. "And now I get to call my parents and let them know what's been going on." she added. "How I'm going to explain that I got handcuffed to my best friend, I don't know, but I'll think of something."
"Good luck." James said as he headed for the door.
"Thanks" Tara said as she started dialing.
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Kim looked up when the door to her cell opened and a Japanese -American woman in her mid thirties wearing a lab coat and glasses came in.
"Dr Yakamoto. I presume?" Kim asked.
The woman nodded. "Yes." she replied.
"What do you want now?" Kim asked.
"You're being released." Yakamoto replied. "There's been a terrible mix up."
"No kidding." Kim replied acidly as she got to her feet. "What took you so long to figure it out?"
"We had to go through proper channels and make sure everything checked out." Yakamoto told her as she walked over to Kim. "Bureaucracy moves at it's own speed, you know."
"Yeah, no kidding." Kim replied snarkily. "Could you hurry up[ and get me out of this thing?" she asked, referring to the straitjacket.
"I apologize for the distress we put you through..." Yakamoto said as she began to undo the straps on Kim's jacket. "But we're inclined not to believe residents, for obvious reasons."
"Uh huh." Kim said as one of her arms came free. "Right now, I don't care about anything other than getting the hell out of here." she continued. "I've been wearing this very uncomfortable straitjacket, I had two complete loons having an argument with me in the middle, and I've had to put up with your stupidity as well."
"That's not very nice-" Yakamoto protested as she undid the other sleeve to the jacket.
"Can it." Kim snapped. "If you'd had the day I've had, you'd be in a nasty mood too."
The doctor realized that Kim had a point and wisely kept her mouth shut.
"Anyways, you know who was behind that anonymous tip?" Kim asked as she shrugged the jacket off.
The doctor swallowed nervously. "Well, apparently, it was your brothers." she said. "They did it as a prank."
"Okay then..." Kim said, shoving the straitjacket at the other woman. "Lovely. Here. This is yours. Take it."
Yakamoto took the jacket nervously. "thank you." she said. "Is there anything that-"
"Yes." Kim interrupted. "Get. Me. Out. Of. Here."
"Of course." Yakamoto said, nodding jerkily. "Follow me."
Kim followed her out of the ward, through a couple of security doors, and into the waiting room where her parents were waiting for her.
"Mom! Dad!" she exclaimed and threw herself into their embrace. "Get me out of here!" she pleaded, holding onto her mothers suit jacket for dear life. "For the love of God!"
"Okay Kimberly."Anne said, then looked up at Dr Yakamoto. "We'll talk about this tomorrow, okay Doctor?" she suggested.
Yakamoto nodded. "Okay." she said.
With that, Anne and James lead their daughter out of the Upperton Mental Health Institute and out to Anne's Mercedes. Kim waited until she was actually in the car and they were underway before she spoke again.
"Mom, Dad." she began. "Where are the Tweebs?"
Anne looked at her husband before she replied. "At home. Ron's watching them." she said. "Why?"
"Dr Yakamoto told me that they were the ones who are behind me getting thrown into that place." Kim explained. "Is that true?"
Anne nodded. "yes..." she said.
"Okay then." Kim said, leaning back in her seat. "I'm going to have a few words with them when I get home."
"Just don't kill them." James said. "That's our job."
"Yes Daddy."
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Meanwhile, at the B3S offices in Chicago, Andrew and Chris returned with blue green a flash and a loud pop, like a fuse blowing.
"Bleah." Chris said. "Well, that was interesting."
"Well, if that isn't the understatement of the year, I don't know what is." Andrew said. "of course, considering the place we left, it could have been a lot worse."
"Yeah." Chris agreed. "God, that place was fucked up."
"Your telling me." Andrew said. "A Japan that'd been conquered by the British Empire. Weeeeird."
"Yeah." Chris said, walking over to a workbench and taking out a cigar. "Good thing out NERV gear got pulled through too."
Andrew snorted derisively. "I could have taken on their mecha with my Abrams, let alone my Eva." he said, looking around at the shop. "Doesn't look like anythings changed while we were gone." he commented.
"Yeah. Who the hell classifies their mecha as 'frames', anyways?" Chris said before lighting up.
"Well, considering that they had French influence, anythings possible." Andrew said.
"That is true." Chris agreed, turning to a nearby computer terminal and nudging it out of sleep mode. "Gimme a second here...." he added as the screen lit up. Clicking on the clock in the task bar, he whistled. "You're not gonna believe this."
"What?" Andrew asked, walking over to the terminal.
"We've only been gone for three days." Chris told him.
"You're kidding." Andrew said in a disbelieving tone.
"Here. Take a look." Chris said, and stood aside to let his partner see for himself.
"I'll be dammed." Andrew said. "We've only been gone from here for three days."
"Told ya." Chris said.
"But we were fighting the Brittanians for almost four months." Andrew said, his brows furrowing slightly. "I wonder why theres a time difference."
Chris shrugged. "Time moves differently in each reality." he said."That's the theroy I'm running with right now."
"You do that." Andrew said. "I don't know about you, but I'm gonna go take a shower and get rid of this coating of mud, blood, and guacamole, then get some sleep."
"Have fun." Chris said. "If you see Maggie, ask her if anybody called for us."
"Right." Andrew said as he walked out of the room.
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