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Chapter 29: Visiting Hours

I.

"All you have to do is be Coach Barkin," Kim explained as she walked with her former teacher and current BFBF to the players' entrance, which was located halfway around the stadium. "It's so not the drama."

"Easy for you to say," Steve grumbled. "I'd be more comfortable if we were in disguise and carrying some mortars."

"Uh, Mr. B, I may be missing something here, but aren't you and your brother identical twins?" Ron asked.

Barkin scowled. "Affirmatory."

"Then what's the big?" Kim said.

"It's not that easy," Barkin grumbled. "Not understanding is something that I'd expect from Stoppable, but I'd have thought you'd get the picture, Possible."

"Sorry, but your picture's not coming into focus," Kim said.

"Hey, was that a shot?" Ron exclaimed.

Barkin and Kim exchanged a look. "Not now, Ron," she said.

"Your brothers: Jim and Tim," Barkin snapped.

"The Tweebs?" she replied, surprised.

"Correct," Barkin offered. "To you, they're identical, no-difference, identikit clones."

"Well…" Kim hemmed, uncomfortable with how accurate her teacher was.

"They have individual personalities, ambitions, dreams …" he continued.

"I guess …" Kim allowed. She knew what Barkin said was true, at least intellectually. But then there was the whole lived reality, which was another matter: she loved each of the Tweebs, but to Kim her twin brothers were clearly two parts of one at times freaky whole.

"… They have feelings! Possible and Possible don't want to be seen as part of something else, they want to be seen as their own people!" Barkin shrieked as if he was about to lose it.

"And so you called them Possible Squared in statistics why?" Kim said before she exchanged glances with Ron. She then rested her hand on her former teacher's shoulder. "This isn't about the tweebs, it?" she asked.

Barkin glowered. Finally, he relented, "No."

"So what's the sitch with you and your brother?"

"It was always Reeve and Steve this, never Steve and Reeve. Born two minutes 45 seconds before me and he never, ever let me forget it, the authoritarian monster!"

"So, sibling issues," Kim observed.

"I think we should introduce him to Betty and Sheldon," Ron whispered into her ear.

She screwed up her face and elbowed him.

"Hey, I was just sayin'…" Ron whined.

"Insensitive much?" she whispered. A tense moment passed before she added with an expression that said he might be on to something. "Though you've got a point," she added, mollifying her boyfriend.

"Mr. B, this is your opportunity to step up and be the man, to overshadow Big Bro," Ron said.

"What do you mean, Stoppable?" he said, though most people would have thought he'd barked.

"You get to call the shots, be the coach, do whatever you want, and have old Reeve-o take the fall," he explained.

Kim interjected, "What Ron means," she said, giving her boyfriend a look that said it didn't matter that she loved him, he was so treading on thin ice, "is that this is a chance for you to do something your brother can't do: Be a hero."

II.

Amy Hall was puttering around her small cottage, smiling as she appreciated the bouquet of her fresh flowers, taking pleasure from the aroma of fresh baked cookies wafting through her house, and feeling a sense of romantic purpose as she dusted her petrified Monteykins. She moved about with gay purpose, happily cleaning and tidying her home, wanting everything to be just so when her nephew Tim arrived.

The Halls had never been a close-knit family and Amy's forays into villainy had only widened the gulf between her and her relatives. She was surprised but delighted that little Timmy, the son of her estranged sister, had called and asked it he might stop by.

She couldn't help but wonder why he wanted to visit though she was still pleased. Timmy, after all, was enrolled at Llenrock.

Which had that scrumptious library. The one with that delightful book that might help her finally undo whatever that meanie the Yono had done to her beloved Honey Bun.

III.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you in," the guard said.

"What do you mean?" Barkin bellowed.

"This is an entrance for players and staff only," the man replied.

"Cheese and crackers! Are you blind, man? I am staff!" he blustered as he thrust the game day program into the hapless security professional's face. There, clear for all to see, was a picture of Reeve Barkin, Assistant Coach of the Llenrock Bruins.

The man looked at the publication, then at Barkin, then at the publication. The man confronting him was the spitting image of the one in the program. Still … "You could always be his identical twin. How do I know you're not?"

"And the odds of that are what?" Kim chimed in, wearing a skeptical expression.

The guard looked at the two teens with a gimlet eye. "You know, you two look familiar."

Ron piped up. "We're part of Llenrock's award-winning physical training program," he said. said. "Maybe you saw an ad for our musical workout video on TV? Rockin' and Jockin'?"

The guard looked them over for a long moment. "Yeah, I guess that's it. Okay, you guys can go in."

The threesome passed the guard and made their way into the stadium.

"Stoppable: Rockin' and Jockin'?" Barkin asked snidely "Where do you come up with this stuff?"

"Hey, I didn't see you complaining when it got us past The Man," Ron shot back.

Kim interrupted "I have to admit, Ron: That was out there …"

Ron's shoulders sagged.

"But I'm so not complaining. Nicely done," she continued with a big smile.

Ron grinned, and much to Barkin's discomfort, the two began to make eyes at one another. The high school educator coughed, hoping to bring the situation back to the less romantic, more martial ground on which he was comfortable.

"Oh, sorry," Kim apologized, quickly returning to mission mode. Seeing her boyfriend wasn't yet quite with her, she admonished him, "Focus, Ron."

"Got it," he said with a boyish grin that then morphed into something more serious. "So, what's the plan, KP?"

She looked around.

"You two head to the field. I'm going in."

"What!? Alone? I thought we're a team," Ron exclaimed, sounding both concerned and a bit wounded.

Unable to help herself, she rolled her eyes and pointed at the door.

"Sorry, Ron. But I don't think you're going in there," she said with a cocked eyebrow.

They had reached the women's locker room.

"Heh heh," Ron chuckled nervously. "Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, I still have your back, Kim. You need me, uh, I'll be there. Somehow..."

Kim smiled warmly, reached up, and touched her best friend boyfriend's cheek. "I know," she said. She gave him a buss, then pushed open the door and in a far more businesslike tone added, "Looks like it's time for me to teach Deb Utant the new cheer routine and I suspect she won't like the big finish."

To Be Continued …