Chapter 38 – Best Songfic and Best AU
Ron, in the audience, was playing around with his fidget spinner.
"Look at it, KS! It spins!" he exclaimed, spinning it over and over again. "Woo! Hours of fun!"
"You mean hours of irritation." Kim muttered, "Put it away."
"Aww man...fun-zone denied..." Ron sighed, putting the top back in his pocket.
When the song ended, Sharper and Sarah came back to the stage.
"And welcome back, y'all hear, as we present the next two awards in this segment!" Sharper said.
"It's such a beautiful night tonight!" Sarah replied.
"Yeah, just as long as we don't get rained out in time for the Queen's carving!" Sharper muttered before the audience gave out a light laugh. "Sarah, it's your turn at the bat!"
"Ahh...gotcha, Sharper!" Sarah replied, giddily as she took the microphone. "Next up is the award for Best Songfic presented by EchindaPower and..."
She gasped, "Senor Senior Junior?! How did he get on the list?!"
"What?!" Sharper exclaimed, "This can't be true! Not Junior! Anyone but him!"
But it was true! Junior sprung up from his seat first and the whole audience booed at him, which wasn't a surprise considering his experiences with past ceremonies. Even his former girlfriend was jeering him. She had a pack of rotten eggs, just in case if Junior ever showed up singing. Kim and Ron both gave each other earplugs from last Christmas in preparation for this.
Echina stood from his seat and walked to the stage. The boos and the jeers at Junior subsided...for now.
Both Sharper and Sarah backed away from the vicinity, just in case any projectiles were thrown at Junior.
"Song fics are a simple means of using a song and applying it to a character..." Echinda said. "So with that being said, here are the four nominees."
Possible Horror by Thomas Linquist
As Josh sang of how in "just seven days" he could produce a man, Flagg went through a few of the warm up routines of push ups and crunches he'd done during the football season. Bonnie had a hard time ignoring his abs and biceps, and pretending to be mourning the death of "Eddie". She contented herself with imagining all of the things she was going to do to Brick once the after party was over, and she could get him alone.
The curtain closed as Frank N. Furter walked his "bride" off the stage to the tune of the wedding march, the extras and those seated in the front rows of the audience throwing popcorn at the "couple".
Barkin took up his narrative. "And so, the evil scientist took his creation to his boudoir, and Brad and Janet shown to their separate rooms. Little did they realize, the night would leave them with their innocence in shreds." He looked at his notes again. "Hey people, I thought we discussed this! Let's keep it rated PG, huh!"
The curtain opened again. On one side of the stage was a blanket with pillows suspended above it, behind which, Kim was "lying" in her bed. Across the stage, a similar set up had Ron, in his bed, pretending to try to sleep. The lights were low, so that only vague shapes could be seen. As Rufus played with the switches, the footlights illuminating Janet's room revealed a second figure stealing under the covers from the wings. He cuddled up close to Kim, and nuzzled her neck.
"Oh, Brad! Are you sure this is appropriate? You only asked me to marry you a few hours ago."
A recording of Ron's voice, made during rehearsals came from a small speaker behind the blanket. "It'll be alright, Janet. There's no harm in giving in to pleasure."
Bat out of Hell by GerbilHunter
She was thinking about Shego. She hated being always alone. When she had lost Ron, she had lost something of herself. When the romance failed, he had needed to leave, to find what he could be other than her sidekick and companion. And when she thought about a companion who could match her, who would not be in her shadow, only one name, one face, came to mind. The woman who had been there several times now, always avoiding her, but showing by her strength and determination that she would be an equal. If only the woman would come to her, would talk to her. They'd figure something out.
She sighed, twisting, and was about to doff her shirt when a knock came on her door.
One of the two policemen who were her escorts was there. "Miss Possible? Somebody fired a rocket-propelled grenade at the Federal Building over on Wilshire a few minutes ago."
What did this have to do with her? There would be a huge response to that, and it wasn't the sort of thing she could deal with. Unless it was one of her particular villains. "Was it Drakken? Or Dementor?"
"Nobody knows. It seems to have been a drive-by. There was some damage, but not a lot. But it's got just about everybody in that division over there. Between that and a hostage situation a few miles from here, we're stretched pretty thin. So we've been asked to go look at a fire a couple of blocks from here. It's in an industrial area, a couple of warehouses. Shouldn't be any problem, and it was probably deserted. The Fire Department is on their way." The man shrugged helplessly. "I know we're supposed to protect you, but it's late and everybody's gone."
"No big." The nineteen year old hero reached for a light jacket. "I'll go with you. There might be somebody there who needs help. I know the firefighters will have it under control, but I might be able to help."
Musically by Firestorm808
"Not what. Who. That is your new cabin mate."
The two looked deeper inside, and on the top bunk to the right was a large furry something. They realized the furry something was breathing. Then an arm lifted from its body to scratch its repulsive side, as it did, they watched ticks fly from its body.
"Meet Bobo the Chimp, our camp mascot." The beast turned around and yawned, flexing its sharp teeth and hissing at a bug flying too close.
Jimmy snapped out of it to ask, "Why is he bunking with the mascot?"
Charles only continued to smile. "To keep the balance of nature of course." The two looked up at him in confusion. "Big bugs eat smaller bugs, and the bigger bugs are eaten by Bobo. Nature is balanced, Bobo is fed, and you get the roommate you asked for. It's a win for everyone!"
Ron's face paled. "This can't be legal."
Jimmy hadn't known Ron for long, but even he didn't want him to live here. "I have to agree with the little guy. Is this legal?"
"Everything's legal when the cops aren't around."
That didn't answer their question. Before they could ask again, Charles began to leave. "I'll see you two at breakfast tomorrow!"
The two looked at the retreating figure of Charles and looked back at the cabin. "Are you gonna be alright little dude?"
"Um..." Ron had no idea what to do. He decided to do what he did best: be positive. "I-It can't be that bad. Right? I mean, Bobo looks friendly." Bobo screeched at the humans. "-ish."
and lastly, Let the Music Move You by CaseysFancy
Shego pulled out the opposite chair and took a seat.
"I should be asking you the same thing."
Hego's brows furrowed and his grin fell. He self-consciously tugged at the sleeves of his sweatshirt, trying to cover his bandages. However, his massive forearms barely allowed it.
"Heath," Shego began slowly, taking a lot of care to keep her tone from becoming sharp, "what happened?"
Hego rested his chin in a large hand, still avoiding his sister's eyes. A moment passed before he spoke.
"I don't know."
Shego swallowed. It wasn't like Hego to hold back. But then it wasn't like Hego to end up in a place like this.
"Wendell called me," she explained. "Several times. When he told me what was going on," she broke off, shaking her head. Silence befell the pair again.
"What happened?" Shego finally repeated. "I mean, when I saw you a month ago, everything seemed fine."
Hego's mouth tilted into a rueful smile, which quickly fell. He folded his arms, tucking his hands under his biceps, and shrugged.
"I guess things haven't been fine for awhile now," he murmured, as if embarrassed. "It's just – "
He stopped, contemplating the wisdom of opening up to her. Although, in the last two days at Go Hospital's Inpatient Center, he was realizing how closed off he had become over the years. Glossing over his emotions and needs, favoring those of the city and his brothers. And sister. It had built to a crescendo last Tuesday. And that had landed him here.
Junior took the envelope and the Golden Rufus. The audience held out tomatoes and rotten eggs to throw at Junior. Even more horrifying was that he was about to open his mouth. He was going to sing the winner.
"And the award for Best Songfic goes to Let the Music Move You by CaseysFancy!" Junior sang in an eloquent voice that took Sharper, Sarah, Bonnie and the entire crowd by surprise. The musical lessons that had put the KP Fannies Committee in the red were actually working at improving Junior's vocals.
"Wow!" Kim gasped, amazed at the progress of Junior's lessons.
"I didn't know Junior had it in him all this time!" Ron added, putting down a tomato.
"Were you going to throw that at him?" Kim asked, hands on her hips.
"Uhhh..." Ron stuttered before eating the tomato. "...no, KS!"
Casey walked to the stage, head down and was trying not to look around at people that he suspected are staring at him. He was trying his best to be calm and collected. Once he got to the podium, Casey took the award from Junior's hands. He inhaled deeply and start to speak in a slightly shaky voice.
"Ah, I'm really delighted to be up here, getting the award for Best Songfic. It makes me happy to know that people enjoyed what I
wrote. I've only put a couple of things out there, and to get an award for one of them kind of rocks me, to tell the truth. I
keep thinking I'll get a note that somebody screwed up the count, and a more deserving fic actually won. The others in the
category are all very good, and it would hardly be a shame to have come in behind any of them.
I've only been a member of the Kimmunity for a couple of years, and I like it here. Umm, I'll say again that I'm happy that
people have enjoyed my contributions. I salute all of the other winners, and I want to thank all of the writers, up here today or
not, who continue to give us new stories to enjoy.
Thank you to the Fannies Committee for all the work of handling the nominations and the voting, and for throwing this fabulous
shindig. Thank you to everybody who voted for my songfic. Thank you to everybody who has left a review, on mine or anybody
else's work - it's a huge boost to know that people read and think about our writing. And thank you to everybody who continues
to make the Kimmunity a great place to be.
He held the statuette aloft and nodded his head to Sharper and Sarah.
Thanks again.
Casey walked off the stage, holding and hugging the Golden Rufus.
Sharper then came back onto the podium. "Now, our next award will be presented by a team-up of experienced authors: myself, Sentinel, Cajunbear, Whitem, RC Williams, and lastly, Jimmy1201.
Sentinel, Cajunbear, and Jimmy all came out from backstage while Whitem and RC stood up from their seats. Cajunbear had the envelope for Best AU while Jimmy held the Golden Rufus. They all assembled on stage with Sharper leading the away. Whitem, thankfully, had some time squeezed in into his IRL things to attend the ceremony.
"The next award that we're presenting is the Best Alternate Universe award." Sharper began to explain.
"It pits Kim, Ron, Drakken, Shego, and the rest of the KP crew..." Sentinel said.
"...into sitches where they've never been in before during the show's run." CajunBear finished his friend's sentence.
"Okay, guys, that was kind of weird." Whitem admitted.
"You sound like that movie from Stephen King." RC said.
"The one with the creepy clown and the red balloon?" Jimmy questioned.
"Nope...it's the one with the creepy hotel and the whole 'All work and no play make Sentinel a crazy author!'" Cajunbear chuckled. Sentinel was a little peeved, but took in the humor.
"As we were saying..." Sharper interrupted them. "The award goes to the best Alternate Universe story. First...the finalists!"
The lights dimmed again as Sharper announced the five finalists:
Life After by Chris the Cynic
(from Ch. 1)
"Can you tell me what's going on?" Wade asked. "I think Josh left some things out."
Tara told Wade everything that had happened. When she finished, she heard a flurry of typing and then Wade said, "Fire, police and medical services are already on the way because of the explosion, I'll make sure they know that there's a wild animal or something-"
"Or something," Tara said.
"-on the loose." Tara heard typing. "That's odd." More typing.
"What's odd?" Tara asked.
"There's more help headed your way than there should be."
There was an unexplained explosion, someone had been mauled and was missing, possibly dead, Ron was unconscious, Kim was missing -though apparently Josh was working on that- what could possibly be more help than they needed right now? So she asked, "What does that mean?"
"It looks like all of Middleton's emergency-" typing. "It's not just the high school." Wade said. More typing.
"What's not just the high school?" Tara asked, though she had a feeling she didn't really want to know the answer.
"Local 911 has been inundated by calls in your area," Wade said. "Animal attacks, strange sounds, unexplained blackouts" typing "Everything is centered on the high school."
"Great," Tara said. She didn't have any emotion left to give.
"Police are advising people to shelter in place," Wade said. "Tara, get yourself and Ron to a safe place and then barricade yourselves in."
"Wade," Tara said.
"I have to go." The line went dead.
"Damn it," Tara said.
Fox and the Mad Dawg by CaptainKodak1
(from Ch. 1)
"Well, Kimberly, where are you heading today." Kim jerked around at the voice to see the one person she did not under any circumstances want to see. It was Colonel Wilhem Du, the Gestapo officer for the district. His men and his orders had caused the deaths of many in the resistance. Kim faced the coolly arrogant officeras he strolled up to her. The soldiers snapped to attention as the corporal hurriedly handed Kim's papers back to her.
"Good afternoon Colonel Du." Kim stammered lowering her eyes. "I was going to visit my grandmother."
Du approached her slowly. She knew he had a fancy for her, but she had not interest in him at all. Du slapped his gloves against the coal black boots he was wearing. His black uniform was immaculate. The red arm band with the black swastika adorned his arm. He stood in front of her and reaching over to touch her chin raised it to look in her eyes. Kim held her breath as they stood there for what seemed to be an eternity. Then Du released her.
"Feldwebel?" he called.
"Yes, Colonel." The Feldwebel snapped to attention at his side.
"Clear Mademoiselle Possible through the checkpoint and place her bike in my car. I'll supply a ride to her grandmother's farm.
"Yes, Colonel." The Feldwebel answered. He snapped a salute and shouted for two of the soldiers to mount the bike on the rear of the command car and escort Kim to her seat. Kim took her time getting into the car. The Feldwebel held the door open for her as she stepped across to the far side of the car and took her seat. Du slipped his gloves on his hands and entered the car sitting across from Kim. The driver jumped into his seat and cranking up the car drove quickly into the countryside. Du smiled over at her.
"It is such a beautiful day don't you think?"
Kim tried not to look at him.
"Yes, I guess."
Du chuckled.
"You have nothing to fear from me Kimberly. Would you care to dine with me tomorrow night? I am having some fellow officers over for dinner and it would so much more enjoyable if you would join me …us."
Kim swallowed and shook her head.
"Sorry Colonel Du. I have a test at the university the next day and I will need to study. Besides, I do not have anything fit to wear at such a fine dinner."
Du looked out over the countryside.
"Well, maybe I can do something about that."
The sky was filled with a droning sound and they looked up to see a formation of bombers heading over the town. Du scowled. While Kim wondered about the men in the planes and that one of them might be someone.
"B-17s heading for a target, well the Luftwaffe will give them a fine reception. We captured a few of them the last time a plane was shot down near here. We entertained them till we sent them to the prison camp."
Wicked Bonds by 13Alex
(from Ch. 8)
Anyway." Bonnie whispered. "There is something wrong with you, and I think it's the magic kind of weird."
"So, I'm cursed or something?"
"I've read about curses from one of Dad's books. It usually needs something from the victim, like a really personal item, tooth, hair…"
"Hair!" Ron suddenly exclaimed, drawing attention of everyone in the classroom.
"You want to say something to us, Stoppable?" chemistry teacher asked him.
"Hair…your hair looks lovely today…" Ron said first thing that came in his head.
Teacher moved his hand to his rapidly bolding head, as his face become more red-ish. Students obviously burst in laughs at that remark.
"I guess since you have time to criticize people's…hair condition, you can spend it doing extra homework, Stoppable." Teacher huffed and continued his lesson.
"Aww man." Ron sighed.
"What was that?" Bonnie, like many others in the classroom, was suppressing the laugh.
"Somebody pulled my hair during lunch break."
"You sure?"
"Certain." he nodded.
"Ok, let me try something. Be still."
Bonnie touched Ron's palm. She remembers her father doing this to Ron, when she brought him home, to check on any magical activity. It was a simple test, shooting your own magical energy through a person's body and getting instant feedback from it, like sonar. She concentrating her powers in her hand. Ron felt a painful feeling through his all body, but it ended as quickly as it appeared.
"Yew, gross…" Bonnie let his hand go.
"Welp, there goes my self-esteem." Ron said under his breath.
Mind Games with a Twist by Crush48
Kim shook her head in mute amusement as they exited the store and headed to a busier intersection to hail a cab.
It wasn't long until they managed to flag down a cab to head towards the center of the city. As their luck would have it, the taxi's driver happened to be someone Kim helped out not too long ago. Their driver was a young man with dark hair who was wearing a black jacket and jeans. He repositioned the shades that lie propped over his forehead.
"Thanks for the free ride, Chris. Much appreciated," Kim spoke up from her seat at the back. Ron was seated next to her, his elbow propped on the window. Sam nodded his head once.
"It's the least I can do after you helped chase down that car thief," he replied with a smile. "I still have my job because of you. Heck, I should be the one thanking you."
"No big! Anyone could have thought to repurposed the engine to catch the guy," she replied with a shrug. Ron shook his head, a small smile betraying his mirth.
"Who knew you could emergency install Nitros into a Taxi?" Ron asked rhetorically, continuing to be impressed by Kim's pool of talent.
"We're here," Sam spoke up, turning the ignition to set his Car to neutral. Kim and Ron filed out of the backseat and the redhead offered another thanks.
"Anytime guys," he mock saluted, before pulling off the driveway and back into traffic.
Kim immediately began to examine the large warehouse in front of them while Ron opted to study their surroundings. The warehouse was isolated from any other building. The storefronts and offices were across the street from the large structure, which seemed to be made of a off-red colored brick with brown roofing.
"No Bueno Nacho to be found anywhere," Ron spoke up morosely. There went his intent to grab a Naco on the way back home. The usual spot would be closed by the time they neared it.
"Head in the game, Ron," Kim lightly scolded, beginning to walk forward into the Warehouse entrance.
"Right, right," he quickly agreed. "Don't worry, KP, I got this," he stated confidently, making sure to stay near the redhead as they headed deeper into the warehouse. Rufus chose that moment to peek his head out of Ron's pocket, acting as an extra pair of watchful eyes.
Lastly, it's Machinations by Waveform.
(Chapter 12)
Not even five minutes later Arcee and I pulled up to a standoff. BlackArachnia was in her robot mode. Two of her spider mode legs were over her shoulder and glowing. Optimus had his blasters trained on Megatron, who was readying his own fusion cannon.
Optimus was down. His armor was cracked in places and missing in others. The glass from his vehicle mode windshields on his chest were shattered, and the grille on his abdomen was mangled, the delicate machinery underneath sparking.
The big bot had gotten his licks in on the Decepticon leader, because Megatron's helmet was broken in places and his face was covered in cracks that were bleeding energon. Unfortunately, he was ready to deliver the killing blow. He aimed his cannon at Optimus' face.
"I would have waited an eternity for this," he hissed. "It's over, Prime."
"So not!" I didn't really like to use them, but my suit did have blasters. I activated the one on my right gauntlet and fired off a shot, knocking Megatron's aim off. The Decepticon leader's blast just grazed Prime's shoulder, splintering his smokestack.
"Well, look who's here," Megatron sneered. "Arcee, and your new pet human." Megatron turned his crimson eyed gaze to me. "I have studied you, Kim Possible. You should feel honored; no mere fleshling has ever intrigued me so much as you."
I got off Arcee and powered up another blast. Arcee transformed and did the same. "I took your pet combiner down without firing a shot," I said. "Imagine what I can do to you."
Megatron didn't respond to the threat. "I must hand it to you, Optimus, you certainly know how to find spirited allies." He then turned to BlackArachnia. "And you, my dear, what are we to do with you? Optimus would imprison you, as his predecessor did. I would work to cure you; to purge you of your organic contamination!"
"How about I contaminate you instead, shark face?" I growled. All this organic life bashing was seriously getting me tweaked.
Optimus waved me back. "There is no need for this, Megatron." He turned to his lost love. "BlackArachnia, I would never lock you up, chain you, or force you into stasis. You should know that after all we went through together."
After a drumroll, Cajunbear opened the envelope and gave it to Sharper.
"And the Fannies award goes to...Fox and the Mad Dawg by CaptainKodak1.
CaptainKodak came down his seat and made his way from the left side of the auditorium up onto the stage. He accepted the award from Jimmy, unfolded the paper containing his acceptance speech and read from it:
I would like to thank all the fans of Kim Possible Fanfiction who have continued to read my stories and voted for me for this award. I published my first KP fanfiction on October 4, 2004. Over 13 years ago. I have written a lot of stories between that day and tonight. I have enjoyed writing the stories and enjoy reading them just as much. I have made many great friends here amoung the fans of Kim Possible. Some of them are not with us today but are with us in spirit.
The idea of The Fox and the MadDawg came to me many years ago. I started and stopped on the story several times over the years never being able to really get into the story. Then some events in my life caused me to pull back from writing for a time. This was a time that I realized I had been spending too much time writing and not enough with my family. There have been some major changes in my life over this period also. Then I was going through some of my old files and I saw the old files for The Fox and the MadDawg. I knew then that I could take up this story. I had to think long and hard on how I intertwined their lives and their life stories as well as the lives of the other characters. It would definitely be an AU as the world in which they are was so different from the show. I also had to keep them in character as much as possible. I hope that I was successful
Thanks to all of you again for this award and I hope to continue writing in the future.
And with that, CaptainKodak exited the stage, Golden Rufus in hand.
Sharper came back onto the podium and said, "We'll take our next commercial break, brought to you by Nakasumi Toys. We're a quarter done with the ceremony and next at bat is the awards for Best Crossover and Best Alternate Pairing. Until then, enjoy this crunk and swaggy tune!
Soulja Boy's 'Crank Dat' played as the lights dimmed for the next segment of the 12th KP Fannies.