Chapter 12 - Best Drama and Most Unlikely/Unique Story

After the intermission period came to a close, the audience returned to their seats.

Both Sharper and GT returned to the stage as well after filling up on the vitals of precious alcohol and pigs in a blanket.

"And welcome back, everyone, to the second half of the 14th Fannies!" Sharper said, "Now...who will win the other fourteen of tonight's awards, you may ask?"

"Well, look no further!" GT proclaimed, "Because I am going to host the next category, which is for Best Drama!"

The audience applauded as GT was handed both the winning envelope and Golden Rufus by a stagehand.

"Drama is a key component in some stories. Tonight's nominees would put tears to your eyes." GT explained, "Tonight's nominees are..."

Standards by Eoraptor

I almost frowned. Either she'd had more wine than I noticed and her mouth was getting a bit loose, or she was not as good at flirtation as she seemed. Again I noticed how smooth and young her skin was. And the way her little Spanish riding jacket parted just over the peaks of her… yeah her clubbing apparel.

Still, lonely day, pleasant company. "No. I definitely enjoy the European life."

If she was going to use base innuendo, then so should I. Maybe it really was a language barrier. Everyone knew Americans were prudes after all.

She smiled openly at this and twirled her wine in her fingertips. "Oh good. I was worried maybe it was true about that blue skinned man."

I made a face this time. I couldn't help it. Everyone always assumed ~that~. Not that I could blame them. We sepnt every day for years together in dank caves. I lived it and even I sometimes had cause to wonder.

"No, never. It was strictly platonic… friendly." I corrected quickly.

Apparently this removed all doubt for Helena what I was here for. I felt the side of a patent leather heel rolling up my calf beneath the little table. "Do you have a room nearby maybe? I think I'd like to continue this discussion about wet appetites."

Young, hot, into me, and ready to go? This should have thrilled me. Probably would have most other nights.

But tonight? Now all I could think of was 'where's the challenge?'

The Line by Icarus the Foxkidd

Shego looked a little conflicted for a moment before Ron ran his hand threw her hair again, "Besides, I know the real reason you like to play villain is the rush you get from it, the excitement." He leaned in close to her face as he whispered, "And believe me, I can be more 'Excitement' than you can handle."

"Oh ew..." Kim said as she turned away, "This is sick and wrong."

"Jealous I found a lover before you Kim?" Ron said with a smirk as he crossed his arms. "Anyway, back on to topic. Yes, as petty as it all was I did this to prove a point to you and myself. That when push came to shove I could stand on my own two feet, and I think I've proven that in spades. I have no interest in continuing to be 'evil' but have no intention on becoming the stooge of team Possible again."

"So what does that mean for you and I?" Kim asked as she looked down, tears beginning to build in her eyes, "I don't want to loose my best friend."

Ron smiled as he crossed his arms, "That was never the plan Kim," he said, "Like I could ever leave you behind, we both know you'd just hunt me down." Kim, slightly indignant at what he said, stuck her tongue out at him. "Besides I finally have the queen bitch and all her brain dead flunkies in their place, like I'm really going to pass up enjoying that."

Dead Man Switch by Sentinel103

"Neither do I! Do it. Mark them for death."

"Alright, arming the device. Systems nominal, launch in ten.", Drakken intoned, this being the fourth such 'device' the former Lowardian battlecruiser had launched in the last five days with the purpose of taking out the aliens' outposts. "There it's done. Why are you making sure they don't have a chance?"

Tim sighed, "Have you ever read 'The Declaration of Arbroath'?"

"I don't recall…"

"It's an interesting document written in Thirteen Twenty, and some say the 'Declaration of Independence' was based on it. Basically, what it says is no honest man gives up his freedom if he is any kind of man at all and will fight to his last breath to keep it. We are fighting beings that want to enslave us.", Tim Possible explained, "Things you learn in college, the professor in the class where I learned that disappeared and was later found with his insides outside his body. We are taking out our oppressors."

"I see…"

"We weren't sure who was responsible, but it was about the time that a lot of the overt atrocities were taking place and we know who was behind that."

"Very well Possible, I agree, you have made your point.", Drakken said in reply.

"I think we're still going to have a fight on our hands, but I want to thin the ranks of our enemies before the real bad stuff begins."

XXX

Good...nothing humiliating from that stupid old fart... Kim muttered to herself in her seat.

KP: Gifted by LJ58

"Hey, guys, look at this," the man said. "Some wacky doc out west just created living metal."

"That's bull," another said as they all turned from filling mugs and thermoses with fresh coffee. The coffee she was never allowed to even taste. Even her diet was controlled here, and she sometimes wondered if they were trying to make sure she didn't really grow up any stronger.

"No, listen, here he is," the man protested, and indicated the television screen.

"Dr. Possible," the reporter called out, making Kim look up at the television for the first time as she saw the vaguely and painfully familiar face with the banner "Dr. James Possible's New Discovery!" "Can you tell us just what inspired you to create cybertronic replication?"

"Well, I was thinking about our daughter, lost in that terrible meteor strike some years past," he said, "And I realized that if people had something that could shelter them, shield them, instantly, then maybe Kimberly or anyone else wouldn't have had to die. Maybe, in the future I hope to help build, no one else will have to die like that," he said grimly. "So, I suppose, all this is for our lost daughter, killed so many years ago," the man said somberly as he stared out of the television screen.

"But….I'm not dead," she rasped and realized someone had lied. To her, and probably to her parents.

Her green eyes glittered, and her body began to glow, and for the first time in years, Kimberly felt her temper truly surge as one of the guards turned, and another one rasped, "Oh…..f***" just before a wave of living, green energy surged out and around the girl rather than just her hands as usual.

"Lying bastards," she screamed, and turned and ran for the door.

Awkweird by SimplyShelbs16

"Kim, you can tell me anything, but you can't stay in those clothes much longer," he told her. "Be right back."

When he came back out, he had his trademark jersey and a pair of her old sweatpants that had been left behind. With a quick 'thank you,' Kim headed into the bathroom to change, tossing her soaked clothes into the dryer.

"There she is," he smiled when she re-entered the small living room. "What'd you need to talk about?"

"I kinda lied the last time we hung out," she admitted.

"Lied about what?" he asked.

"Jason and I never became an item. That date was a bit of disaster that night," she laughed, remembering it. "I don't know why I lied—it wasn't just to you, but to Monique too. I think I just didn't wanna seem pathetic, you know?"

"You're not pathetic," he told her.

"Oh, c'mon, the fact that I lied about it makes me pathetic," she pointed out. "It's just…I didn't want it to seem like I couldn't move on. I have moved on, but you're kind of a tough act to follow."

and Eternal by Neo the Saiyan Angel

That's still a stupid name," Kim couldn't keep herself from saying.

Shego frowned for a second, then narrowed her eyes, smirking. "Well, if all you did was come here to mock us-.."

"You know as well as I do what I'm here to bargain for," the redhead interrupted, trying to place herself in a slightly better position.

Shego was having none of it, to her frustration. Instead of rising to the bait, she relaxed back into her chair and asked, "No, I can't say I do."

Kim resisted grinding her teeth. "You know I want-.."

"Okay okay, maybe I do!" Shego interrupted with a smug chuckle. Shaking her head, the villainess said, "The answer is the same to you as it is to everyone else: no. Do you know why?" She straightened up in her chair. "The world simply isn't ready for it, Kimmie. Overpopulation is still a problem, and this would just make things worse." She spread her hands out magnanimously. "We at DraGo Co feel a deep connection to our fellow man! We're trying to think of the bigger picture. Limit the use to a few inspiring forward-thinking people making the world a better place! I-.."

"This is for personal use," Kim broke in quietly.

GT then opened the envelope and said aloud the winner "And the winner of Best Drama goes to...KP: Gifted by LJ58!"

LJ got up from his seat, elated that his long-running story has finally won the award. He got up on the stage, accepted the Golden Rufus, and read his acceptance speech.

"As a writer, I enjoy the craft, and the art of creation in the worlds I visit. Still, it is also a pleasure to hear that others enjoy my efforts, and I ever appreciate the feedback and criticisms good and bad that help me refine my work. It is even more gratifying to be so appreciated that someone would nominate, and vote on my work in these events. Having won such an event is all the more satisfying, and I cannot deny the appeal to my own ego here. So, I thank all those that read, voted, and supported my work, and hope I may continue to entertain you so long as I may continue writing. Thank you, and now I must return to my work."

With that, LJ returned to his seat.

"Congrats to LJ for that wonderful speech. Now, to present our next award, the Most Unlikely-Unique Award , please welcome Jimmy1201 and Zita and Felix Renton!"

Jimmy and the Renton parents then came up to the stage.

"Sometimes what makes a story unique is to come up with a concept so bizzare..." Jimmy began.

"...so convoluted..." Felix added.

"...and so nonsensical..." Zita chimed in.

"...that it defies all laws of physics." Jimmy said, bridging what the Rentons said. "Tonight's nominees exemplify this sort of weirdness. The nominees are..."

Felix: Coffee Shop Nights - Magic Flying Spud

"Yes, Ron. It's time, " Kim replied, heat rising to her temple. "I — I don't want to keep fighting. It's the same battles every time. I want to try something different, see if I can work inside the system instead of at arms' length." A little hesitation. "I want to be a lawyer. Defense attorney specifically."

"Wow," Ron smiled, "Okay cool. I understand, so — I guess — we should shut the site down now?"

Kim blinked. That was it?

"Ron, what?!"

Ron blinked back. What was she —

"Are you serious?!" Kim shouted. It was happening again. "That's it? You just lay over so I can do what I want?"

Ron struggled not to growl back, but Kim could see his shoulders rear back like a cat's. "Kim, I'm — I'm supporting you."

"I know that but — " Kim groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. He started talking. She raised a hand for him to stop.

Kim's teeth bit into her palm and she looked up at Ron sternly. "Do you have any idea how easy it is to be in a relationship with you?"

Two Diverged Into One by DisneyChannelLover

"Me who!?" Ron demanded as he frowned while stiffing his defense.

"Me, that's who you buffoon!"

Putting his arms down, Ron then scratched the back of his head in thought. "Buffoon? Only two people call me buffoon." Ron muttered too himself as he shook his head.

Then, sudden realization of the voice hit him. "SHEGO!?" Ron yelped as he jumped a foot in the air, only to get tangled in his blankets and fall onto the floor with a thump.

Untangling himself, Ron stood in his infamous defense stance once more, ready to strike and protect himself as well as his family. "Come out Shego! I'm not afraid to kick you're – "Ron began only to be interrupted.

"– Watch it sidekick, there's kids reading this fanfic."

At that, Ron released his stance once more and froze. "Did – "Ron began as he frowned in thought. "– Did you just break the fourth wall?" Ron questioned as he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

"So; I guess I did."

"But wait, if you're talking too me, and I'm not seeing you in my room, then…. Where are you?" Ron demanded as he uncrossed his arms and began to look around the room in case he missed any hiding spots.

He found no one after searching every inch of his room.

"Seriously? Do you not remember Drakken's latest plan to take over the world and our fight over the Brain-Share Machine?"

Again, sudden realization hit him for the second time that night and he facepalmed. "Don't tell me, your brain is – "

"– merged with your brain sidekick!"

All Ron could do was fall on his knees and scream….

Too Close For Comfort by James SunderlandsPillow

The next few minutes are spent in tense silence as both women try to get comfortable.

It is not easy.

For starters, both of them have phantom limb sensations regarding their respective legs, which apparently just disappeared during the teleportation process.

"What do you think happened to our legs?" Kim anxiously asks Shego.

She scoffs. "Hell if I know… But I better get mine back…"

…

After a moment, Shego replaces her anger with sadness. "I miss my ass…"

"I miss your ass, too…" Kim says, without really thinking about how Shego could take it.

She sits her half up, raising a conflicted brow at the young hero's words. "You miss my ass?"

…

Now realizing just how she worded her sentiment, Kim sits her half up to meet her. "Wait- that totally came out wrong, I didn't mean it like-"

Shego smiles and laughs. "Haha! Wow, Kimmie… I mean, not that I'm offended. I do have a nice ass… I just always thought of you as such a prude…" she jokes as she lets her half lie back on the floor.

"Ooo…" she groans.

S Plus D Equals K by Neo the Saiyan Angel

"Haha-.. Yeah, no. He was in a coma or something. Way to joke about something serious, jerkass," Shego snarled.

Suddenly, Drakken shuddered, then began climbing to his feet. "Nnngh…" Rubbing his face, he muttered, "Shego, I had the worst post-invention-blow-up dream…!"

"Wasn't a dream, Doc."

"What?" He plopped back on his butt. "What do you mean it wasn't a dream. I dreamt that we were-.."

"Kim Possible's parents." Shego blew on her nails. "Yup, it's reality."

"Oh god…" Drakken paled, looking even more corpse-like than before. He looked like he was about to be sick. "Kim Possible is my…!" He apparently couldn't even get himself to say the word.

"Daughter. Kim Possible is our daughter," Shego said flatly.

"How…?"

She shrugged. "Beats me."

Groundhog Daze by Mahler Avatar

The film began. But after only a few minutes of car wrecks, blood and gore, Bonnie had reached her own limit as well. Feeling her hurl factor fast approaching, she tried to get up from her chair, but didn't even make it to the door as she had the past two repeated days. The class moaned as she lost her breakfast all over the classroom floor.

"Eww, Bonnie!" Tara whined. "And after dissing Kim for the just the same thing."

Mr. Barkin could only shake his head at the irony.

Now at a dead run toward her car with Ron right behind, Kim activated her Kimmunicator. "Wade, things are going from bad to worse on the groundhog front. Any word from Punxsutawney?"

"None, Kim," he shakily replied. "And I'm not expecting any, either. I can no longer find any record of Groundhog Day ever being observed there. And I find no record of Constable Hobble either. Switching now to a satellite view of Gobbler's Knob in Punxsutawney..."

But just a few dead leaves blew across the barren knoll, without a single person in sight.

Kim gasped. "This is getting very, very bad, Wade."

Wade's fingers continued to fly over the keyboard as he swiftly did some additional cross-checking. His frown deepened. "Not only that, there's no record of anyone celebrating Groundhog Day, now... or ever."

Ron's voice was shaking now as well. "Every day, more and more of the past is disappearing. What will be next? Or who? Us?"

Kim was shocked at all these dire changes, but quickly recovered. "Not if I can help it. So it's high time we pay the Mathter a little visit. How quickly can you arrange a ride for us, Wade? We'll need to get to his lair before midnight, unless we want another daily reboot."

"I'll get right on it, Kim."

And lastly, KP: Gifted by LJ58

Then the people around her shouted and screamed as she bulled through guards, doctors, and a whole lot of soldiers who didn't even manage to slow her down. When she started tearing/melting through steel hatches they tried to close to hold her back, Shego's jaw just literally dropped, and she still stared at the last image of the girl was of her running very fast for a forest visible just outside the main hatch.

"Holy….crow," Shego rasped. "That's not a f****** girl. That's a walking WMD!"

"And now they want you to bring her in, dead or alive," he smiled.

"Yeah. How? Because I don't think even my custom mags would slow that girl down," she exclaimed honestly.

"I rather doubt they would. Ready for the backstory now," Big Daddy asked her. "After all, as you know, the devil is ever in the details."

"Hit me, then, D. Tell me everything."

"You're old enough. Do you recall the 'rainbow comet,' as the press euphemistically called it? It hit the edge of a dinky town called Middleton just about fourteen years ago," he reminded her.

"Hey, yeah. Yeah, I actually saw that thing, too. It flew right over our house in Go City, and then we saw where it hit some little burg…."

"It hit Miss Possible's house. It killed dozens, injured hundreds, and yet out of all of them, that then young child was allegedly the only one to survive at ground zero. Naturally, certain people were interested."

"Naturally," Shego grumbled, knowing how the government worked at the best of times. Let alone the worst.

"Yes. Well, to claim their miracle specimen they told the parents that the child died. Apparently, as the girl grew up, and became….willful, they informed her that her parents died to keep her quiet."

"So, what caused her outburst?"

"She apparently saw her father, supposedly dead, on television accepting accolades for a recent invention. She was less than understanding," Big Daddy smiled blandly.

"I'll bet," Shego scowled. "So, then, it's a sure bet she's headed right for daddy."

"And the winner is...S Plus D Equals K by Neo the Saiyan Angel!" Zita announced the winner of the category.

As Jimmy1201, Felix, and Zita walked off stage, Drakken began stomping his way out from the back. A severe frown marred his face, his eyebrow forming a sharp angle against his eyes. He paused, then turned and snarled, "Well, what are you waiting for?! Let's get this stupid thing over with!"

"Y-...yeah," a voice replied in a twitchy tone. Then, stiffly, Neo walked out from the back. Her limbs were rather rigid, her pace a practical march as she came up behind Dr. Lipsky. The blue man rolled his eyes as he continued up to the podium.

"So then!" the former villain turned good guy boomed into the microphone as Neo took her place next to him. "We all know why we're here. Time to give out one of these silly little awards for a fic that everyone thought was strange."

"That is-...isn't what the award's about," the brunette said with a nervous titter. "It's unlikely/unique. Awesomely out-there ideas that haven't been thought up much at all."

"Says the sadist!"

Neo's face twisted into a rictus smile. "Haha! Yeah! Uhm…" A mumble could be heard, "You aren't going off the script…"

"Script schmipdt. I don't care!" His arms crossed as he grumbled, "I can't believe I'm stuck doing this with you."

Neo gave the audience a quick nervous glance. "I, ahm, am not sure why you're upset? You weren't like this during rehearsals."

"You're a TERRIBLE person!" Drew glared at Neo. "Absolutely awful! I can't believe what you did to me in your stories! I didn't read them until yesterday. Which was a BAD idea! I'm a punching bag! A complete target!"

Neo gulped and chuckled nervously. "Well, uhm, yeah. That's just how it goes. That's what happened in those stories…"

"Did it have to be me? Why not Kimberly? SHE'S the big hero!" the doctor pouted.

"I-...I don't think this is really the time to hash this out…after all, there are many different fics to celebrate!" A large gulp was audible through the microphone. "Right, folks?"

A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd.

"Right!" Neo wiped her head and stuttered, "S-...So, uhm, yeah, we have a lot of great fics that deserve this award! But! Only one can win the coveted Fannie!

"The nominees for Most Unlikely/Unique fics are:

"...Oh. Uh. I won." Neo stood there, confused for a moment.

Then she fainted.

"Oh! Great! Wonderful! Now she faints on me!" Dr. Lipsky rolled his eyes before he pushed her unconscious body aside with a foot. "Oh well. This gives me the PERFECT chance to ruin her fics!" He gave a wicked smile. "For S Plus D Equals K, she actually bafflingly wrote that Kim Possible is me and She-..."

Drew's voice cut out abruptly. He blinked rapidly, then began tapping at the microphone. His face twisted as he began to pull at the wires running into the podium.

Sharper zipped out from the back with a microphone in hand while a few other people swiftly made their way over to Neo.

"Sorry about this! Just having a few, er, problems." He raced over to the podium as the group of people carried the brunette backstage. Sharper directed Drew towards the back as the Fannies committee member said, "Don't worry. I'm sure she'll be fine! Well!" His head nodded towards the side of the stage in a clear direction to Drew. The blue man puffed up, angry, before he began stomping back to the backstage area. "Again, sorry!"

"Congrats to Neo once Dr. Lipsky revives her again!" Sharper replied. "And we are going to hit yet another commercial break, but once we return, we'll present the awards for Best One Shot and Best Novel-Sized Story. "

With that, he left the stage as "Livin' La Vida Loca" by Ricky Martin played

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Dr. Sweets, meanwhile, hid in a closet. She was giggling with delight that her part in Du's evil plan was working so far.

"Has most of the audience ate your candies?" Du asked on the smart-phone.

"They have!" Carmella grinned evily.

"Once the WEE satellite is activated..." Du said while looking at his watch, "...30 minutes from now, the entire theater will be under my control! Global Justice will lose all their creditability and I will FINALLY get to announce who is the Best Writer for this year, not those two good-for-nothing amateurish clowns!"