Triaxx joins Jason on the stage, patting him on the shoulder. "That was beautiful man."

Jason just grins back at him. "You get hit by anouther 'villainous device'?"

Triaxx smacks him across the back of the head. "Shut up."

Rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head, Jason turns back to the crowd. "To present the award for most Voted Writer, please welcome Mike Industries and Ino Yamanaka."

Ino Yamanaka, A blonde haired, blue eyed woman walks toward the podium on the stage. She wears a confused looked as she approaches. Her co-presenter and date, Mike Industries, was no where in sight. Sighing, speaks into the microphone.

"Hi everyone! I'm here to help present the award for most voted writer." She turned her head back towards the curtains, still no sign of Mike. "I thought I start off with a little history about this award. Wanted by the fans of the Kim Possible fandom for the second Fannies, due to what was then, and still, being called the Classic Cowboy Syndrome. For all those who do not know, Classic Cowboy received the most votes in the first Fannie Awards, but did not win an award." Ino paused to look around the building. There was still no sign of Mike.

Sighing again, she looked down at her note card. The next part Mike was to take over. She cleared her throat, and asked, "Where is Mike Industries? Has anyone seen him?"

Ran Hakubi answered first, "He said he was making a run to the bathroom, then he would be joining you."

"Correct." Pharaoh Rutin Tutin added, "He must still be in there."

"I can't believe him!" Ino was furious, "He volunteered us for this job, and he doesn't even show up on time because he had to use the bathroom! I swear he is more like Naruto than…" Ino was cut off by the sound of a door slamming backstage. The sound of footsteps running and things crashing. Someone yelled in pain, and then Mike ran out from behind a curtain. He skidded to a stop next to Ino. "Sorry I'm late! The door in the bathroom got stuck. Thank goodness Drakken heard me." Mike than looked over at Ino, her face was red with anger.

"Now that you have been saved, could you please do your part?" She stated almost as a warning.

"Right!" Mike smiled at her and looked towards the audience, "I must say it is an honor to be presenting the award to one of the most loved writers here. In order to receive all these votes, the writer had to make some impact in our beloved fandom. This award represents the one thing Fan Fiction is about: To know that your writing has made an impact on someone, somewhere, somehow. Every writer here feels that, I know I do."

Mike continued, "So if the winner of the award is indeed another victim of the Classic Cowboy Syndrome, do not fret. Be happy to know you are respected that much."

Ino then spoke, "And now we would like to present the award. The nominees for most voted writer for this years Fannies are…"

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CaptainKodak1

Ron held her for a moment then turned, dipping her back, and placed his arm behind her knees. As Ron picked Kim up in his arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed. He took a couple of steps over and sat down in the old rocker they had in the apartment.

She wiggled in his arms.

"Ron, what about supper?"

Ron pulled her head against his chest.

"Shhhhh, it has to simmer for awhile. Right now my KP needs some Ronshine."

He gently began to rock back and forth. All her problems and worries melted away as she melting into him. She felt so peaceful here. Just listening to their two heartbeat beating out a tempo together along with the gentle sounds of the rocker rocking back and forth. Here she could be a girl and was a girl. Here in her arms she was safe. He had defeated powerful aliens to protect her. Here in his arms she was his hero and he was hers. Once on the mission against Camille Leon he had told her she was beautiful while standing in a room full of models. In his arms she felt beautiful. In his arms she felt loved. In his arms they could do anything together. And they would always be together. Some people may have a problem with that but she didn't. Here was her place. Her very special place. The place where she belonged. The place where she could open up that hidden place in her heart and know that everything would be alright. She nestled herself further down into his embrace as he continued to rock with her in his lap.

Two gentle smiles crossed two faces unseen by the other. A slight rain began to tap on the windows next to the rocker as the smell of 'Chicken Kimberly' filled the room.

--

Cpneb

"Hello, Dr. Load," she spoke, and she felt like an idiot. "I'm Jocelyn Possible," she continued, and she calmed a bit.

"Hello, Miss Possible. Please, it's Wade," his low tenor voice made her heart flutter, and she felt faint. To steady herself, she looked into his face: a handsome smile, his face closely shaved, his hair on his head curly, of curs, but neatly trimmed…she wanted to rub the top of his head, take him into her arms, kiss him, do things that she knew Nana would scream if she even thought that Joss had thought about…but, she knew that it was, in the end, the fact that she loved him, unconditionally, forever and ever, that held her back: they had the rest of their lives.

'It was now, or never,' she thought, and she released his hand and stepped quickly to the table next to Nana's chair, opened the drawer, pulled out the box, and came back to him.

"Wade," she took his hand and placed the box into it, "I know that this may be sudden, seein' as how we've only met, but Ah've been dreamin' of this moment for over three years," she began, and she thought she saw a hint of a …smile?…on Wade's face.

"Wade, ever since Ron and Kim came up, I thought I was in like-like with Ronald," she began, and Ron grinned, "but I realized that it was you Ah needed. I asked Daddy if I could have you come up that summer. I wanted you up here so I could find out if you were feeling what I was feeling, or just what I was feeling, if I was feeling anything, at all. I wanted you up here, but something got in the way," she smiled, then took his hand in hers and placed it at her mouth so he could feel her smile.

"I felt sorry for myself, Wade: I had already lost my Mom and, then, in an instant, I'd lost an arm, a leg, and my Dad." His touch was as warm as his heart, she believed.

"Then, I found out what had happened to you, and I was ashamed of myself," Joss pulled his hand down and held it in hers, squeezing it. "I was hurt, but I could still see, I could get prosthetics, and I had my Nana," Joss smiled, and Esther smiled at her granddaughter's comment. "But," her voice went up, a bit anxious, " you were blind, and you lost both of your parents at the same time! That wasn't right, and I was afraid that you would curl up into a ball and die.

She took a deep breath and continued. "You came back. You were stronger than I was, and I was determined to use you my role model, my 'Diablo Destroyer,'" she smiled, and Wade visibly winced. "The longer and harder I worked, the more I understood you and what I was feeling.

"Wade, open the box, please," Joss asked, and Wade put his case down carefully and opened the box, beginning to realize inside that he recognize the box size. Sarah and Ron were already smiling at the size of the box.

Wade pulled the paper off, and felt the outside of the ring box. Joss opened the box and removed the contents, then shocked almost everyone in the room by dropping to one knee.

"I received a gift of great price this year from my cousins, and that helped me make the decision to do this year what I knew I was going to do when I was ready:

"Dr. Wade Agamemnon Load, I love you, I need you, and I want you in my life, forever," and she concentrated for a second as her arm and leg changed from the prosthetic look to flesh. Wade couldn't hide his shock as he felt her hand become flesh as she slipped the ring on his finger. "Now that I am whole, for us, I can ask you to make me the happiest woman in the world by making this my best Christmas present, ever, by answering this one question:

"Wade, will you marry me?" Joss looked up at Wade's face, tears streaming down her face in joy and fear.

--

King in Yellow

The sound of the front door opening announced that Kim was back from her shopping trip with the twins to get ready for school.

A loud, "I hate you!" from Kasy suggested it had not gone exceptionally well. The sound of footsteps clomping up the stairs and the loud slamming of a door followed the initial declaration of hatred.

Sheki noticed the library door was ajar and sought sanctuary there. "Hide me, they're both crazy." Then, hearing footsteps coming towards the library, she bolted for the sun room.

Shego raised an eyebrow as Kim stormed into the room, "Care to tell me what that was all about?"

"Kasy is impossible!"

"You're just noticing that now?"

"Well, I know where she gets it. She's your daughter."

"Yeah, like you listened to your Mom?"

"I always listened to my Mom."

Shego tried hard, and unsuccessfully, to keep from laughing.

"Go upstairs and talk with your child," Kim barked at Shego.

"My child?"

"The unreasonable, hot-tempered, stubborn one."

--

MrDrP

Kim sat in a conference room with her parents, Ron, and Hank. She'd just finished telling her attorney about the events leading up to her arrest.

Hank wrote some notes on his crisp yellow legal pad, then set his pencil down; the latter was placed perfectly parallel to the former.

Ron peered at Hank. "Are you sure you're old enough to be a lawyer?"

"Ron!" Kim said in exasperation.

"What?" the tow-headed sidekick protested. "This guy has even less facial hair than me!"

Hank offered a genial smile. "It's all right, Miss Possible. Lots of people have commented on my youthful countenance."

"Countenance," Ron said. "That's a school word, right?"

Kim rolled her eyes. "Can we get on with this, please and thank you?"

"So, to recap, you took the device," the young lawyer said.

"Yes, but it wasn't like I was stealing it," Kim offered. "How was I supposed to know I was being set up by Drakken and Shego?"

"Remember, ignorance is no defense," Hank said.

"But it is bliss," Ron observed, drawing scowls from everyone in the room. "Okay, I'll just be quiet," he added as he shrank into his seat.

--

Slyrr

Monkey Fist stood in front of them, and Ron was momentarily impressed that a face which was made of stone could pull off an expression so smug. 'And now I bid you farewell.' he said smoothly. 'I only wish I could say...it's been nice knowing you.'

And Kim's brows knitted in concentration, her voice speaking in hurried mutters. Monkey Fist brought his own hands together, chanting alongside with Kim, a string of words they both repeated over and over again.

Sipimottakiksi, Sipimottakiksi,
Nikaahtomaana nitaaksiistapokska'siimiiwa!

From across the room, Grimm was shouting, struggling wildly in the wires which held him bound. 'Possible! You have to snap out of it..!'

Rhonda's eyes widened in panic, while Ron's face showed only confusion. As Kim chanted, the shadows within the barrier that held them in place swirled, and at the center of the bubble that contained them, an even darker shade began to grow.

Rhonda raised her hand, her fingers glowing with blue light, and she quickly brought it down. Her spirit strike tore open the shadow barrier, but Kim avoided the sickles of light and chanted faster, with more intensity. The dark core within the shadow barrier exploded into a vortex that howled like a storm which had been brought inside.

Ron had still been pushing on the shadow barrier and lurched as it collapsed under Rhonda's spirit strike. At that moment, Monkey Fist darted forward, sending both his hands out in a pair of jabs that knocked Ron and Rhonda backwards into the dark sphere. Like a globe of tar, they both sank into the orb of shadow, which continued to spread around them.

Then Kim was back in herself again. She shuddered for a moment, getting her bearings, and her eyes focused on Ron and Rhonda. They were both being pulled into what looked like a miniature black hole. Ron's hand was reaching out to her, his face looking surprised. Rhonda's arm was reaching towards Grimm and she was shouting his name, her voice tearing through the room in a piercing shriek that seemed as if it were growing steadily more distant. Then both of them were completely engulfed.

There was a sound like a thunderclap, and a burst of darkness that blinded Kim for one brief moment. When she opened her eyes, Maze and Monkey Fist were gone. And so were Ron and Rhonda. Only a spiraling swirl of dust remained in the center of the room, spinning weakly before fading away.

Kim stared with an open mouth at the empty space where Ron had stood, then stared at Grimm, who was hanging upside-down where Monkey Fist had left him, looking just as stricken as she felt herself...

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"And the winner is... Cpneb."

"Cpneb, congratulations!" Mike said before Ino put a hand over the microphone to speak to him personally.

'neb came onstage, shook Mike Industries' hand and then gave his 'little brother' a manly hug. He then took one look at Ino Yamanaka, smiled, bowed respectfully, and then stepped forward and kissed her cheek.

Neb stepped to the podium and smiled, his salt-and-pepper hair looking more salty than earlier.

"Thank you to all of you who voted for me in all of the awards. You've made an old man very happy, and you've validated my assumptions of my writing that several of my fellow writers do not share.

"To those of you who haven't read any of my works, I hope that tonight encourages you to try them."

With that, 'neb turned and left the stage, leaving a stunned Jason and Triaxx.

"Is that the least he's ever said?" Jason asked.

"I think so," Triaxx responded.

"That was strange, there were no blatant self-promotions," Jason observed.

"I wonder who he was talking about amping the other writers," Triaxx mused.

Jason just shook his head. "Well, whatever the case, please welcome back to the stage Watts, with Captain IT, performing the song Raise Your Glasses by KISS, who hope to finish this time!"

I took a ride with a one way ticket I aimed my arrow at the mark and hit it We all need to be somebody been broken down,but now defeated I kept on punching back till i succeeded we all need to be somebody We stopped at nothing,even climbed bared wire We struck a match and set the world on fire And if we tried we couldn't get much higher now Everyone around the nation Raise your glasses,Raise your glasses standing proud cos we're the champions Raise your glasses,raise your glasses We pushed it all beyond the limit We took our chances And we jump right in it We all need to be somebody Now i believe in strength in numbers went into battle with the force of thunder We all need to be somebody I want to shout it out with all my power I want to scream it from the highest tower I want to celebrate our finest hour now Everyone around the nation Raise your glasses,Raise your glasses standing proud cos we're the champions Raise your glasses,raise your glasses Oh you gotta give it your all you got to know what your after Go we'll make it over the wall together I took a ride with a one way ticket I shot my arrow at the mark and hit it So while all the others talk i did it kept pushing everything beyond the limit You play the game you got to play to win it So raise your glasses,raise your glasses Everyone around the nation Raise your glasses,Raise your glasses standing proud cos we're the champions Raise your glasses,raise your glasses This is for you Zaratan and cpneb..i raise my glass to you 2