A/N: I hope you all are enjoying this story. If you are, please let me know-I'd love to hear from you. Sometimes, it's difficult to tell whether people are enjoying the story or not-I hope you are. One of the things I enjoy doing is breathing life into background or minor characters. Thankfully, the KP verse provides plenty of those to work with. Characters such as Hope, Tara, Amelia, Liz, Josh, Zita, Crystal and so many others provide a lot of creative scope for storytelling. I also like writing little done or rarely done ships like Kim/Josh and Ron/Zita. I understand that people who prefer Kim/Ron and KiGo are very passionate about their ships and I respect that. But, as I've stated earlier, there have already been so many great stories written about those ships that it's very hard to avoid walking down well-trod paths. And so, I like to experiment and roll the dice with different and unusual ships and situations. AUs make that possible (No pun intended). For some readers, it pays off, for others it doesn't. Frankly speaking, I'm enjoying writing Kim and Ron as close friends intimately involved with other partners far more than I would have enjoyed writing them as a ship-there's just so much to explore with them as friends. In some ways, in this story they're closer to each other than they are to their lovers-thankfully, they both have very understanding and patient lovers who are willing to accept that-not all lovers do. I hope you all are enjoying this different twist on Kim and Ron's relationship.
One of the fun things about writing AUs is that they give you the room to turn things on end while still keeping (as much as possible) to the spirit of canon for the characters. Hopefully, I've succeeded here in doing that. Okay, you've heard enough of me pontificating, so on with the story. The next two chapters in this story will be a multi-part arc, "Who Let the Dawgs Out." A lot of stuff will be happening at the Booster Club Awards Dinner and the Mad Dog Picnic, and then the last chapter of this story will be "Summer's End". After that, a new story, Junior Year which, because of requests, I will be posting both here and on AO3, so I hope you all stay tuned and take care!
Kim's house
"Mail's here!" James called out bearing a handful of letters, advertising inserts, and a large envelope. "Bill…" he sneered as he tossed the offending notice from the power company on his desk, "Bill…bill…junk mail…" he let out a breath as he tossed the advertising flyers into the trash can. "Letter from Nana to Kim." Handing the letter to his daughter, he smiled, "Here you go, Kimmie-cub."
"Thanks, Dad." Kim replied, taking the letter and opening it.
"What's it say, Dear?" Anne asked as she came in from the kitchen.
"Just a reminder to be careful and cover myself." Kim chuckled, not revealing the rest of the letter's contents.
"This one's yours too, Kimmie." James said, handing his daughter a slightly larger envelope, "Upperton University Cheerleading Program?"
Smiling, Kim took the envelope and opened it. "All right! I've been accepted to their weekend cheer workshop!"
"This is the first I've heard of this." James declared with a frown. "Why?"
Shaking her head, Kim counted slowly to ten before answering. "I told you about this way back before the end of school, Dad. It's part of a series of cheerleading workshops open to cheerleaders who attend high schools and colleges in the Tri-City area, including Rockville and Danville. You and Mom signed the application and everything."
"I don't remember signing any application. Do you, Anne." James remarked in a skeptical tone.
"Hmmm…" Anne tapped her chin, racking her memory, "I do recall us discussing a cheerleading camp or something like that. If I remember right, they only accept so many students and the student has to have a signed permission slip from their parents if in high school, a recommendation from their cheerleading coach and, if in high school, a recommendation from the school principal or representative."
"That's right, Mom." Kim affirmed as she handed two sheets of paper to her parents. "The first one is a certified copy of Coach Crabapple's recommendation. The second one is Mr. Barkin's letter of approval—also certified. And here…" the redheaded teen barely resisting the temptation to present it to her father with a flourish, instead simply handed it to him, "…is your signed permission slip."
Nodding her head in confirmation, Anne declared, "Those are our signatures, James."
"I don't know…" James hemmed and hawed, "This is for three days."
"Dad." Kim sighed, "They're going to have a chaperone at the hotel they're putting us up at."
"Why can't they just put you in the dorms?" James, stubbornly refusing to give ground, queried.
"It's because they're renovating the freshman dorms at Upperton U. so the summer students are having to stay in upper-class and even married student dorms. You can check the Upperton U. Housing webpage if you don't believe me."
Seeing her husband reaching for the keyboard on his desktop, Anne cautioned, "James."
Red-faced, the doubting father apologized, "I'm sorry, Kimmie-cub. It's just been a rough day. We're having all sorts of problems with the Minerva 2 probe. I shouldn't be taking it out on you. I know you wouldn't lie to me. Forgive your old man?"
"Of course, Dad." Kim replied as she gave her father a hug while at the same time mouthing a "Thank you" to her mother.
"You can go, Kim." James smiled, the crisis for the moment averted, "Have a good time."
"Thanks, Dad." Kim replied, heaving a sigh of relief before informing her parents, "I'm going up to my room."
"Okay, Dear." Anne acknowledged, "I'll call you when it's dinner time."
"Thanks, Mom!" The young redhead exclaimed as she bounded up the stairs and, after entering her room, took out her Kimmunicator. "Wade?" Kim asked as Team Possible's pudgy support technician's image appeared on the tiny screen. "Can you do a favor for me?"
"Sure Kim." The pre-teen genius responded, "What do you need?
"Do a quick scan to make sure the Tweebs haven't put in anymore bugs or probes in my room? Please and thank you."
Shaking his head, the young hacker did as he was told. "All clear, Kim. No sign of any audio or video surveillance."
"Thanks again, Wade." Kim replied, "Talk to you later." After the call was terminated, the teen hero glanced down at the registration sheet the college had sent. A smile appearing on her face as she read the name of the Resident Assistant in charge of her group of students, she dialed her number.
"Hello? Is this Diana Rogers? Kim Possible. Yeah. That Kim Possible." Kim blushed. "Ummm…I saw that you're the RA I've been assigned to during the cheerleading workshop this weekend. Yeah. I'm looking forward to meeting you too. Uhhh…I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you. Yeah…I remember her. She's your aunt? Wow! Small world! She had a little Maltese named Dolly—right? Thank you. I was only too glad to help get Dolly out of that mess she got into. I'm glad your aunt and Dolly are doing okay. Oh yeah, the favor. Ummm…I know it's not standard procedure, but I was wondering if I could stay in a separate room at the hotel—you know—in case I get an emergency call or something like that. That way I wouldn't wake anyone else up or cause a disturbance. Sure! I'll be happy to pay for it on my own. No big. Check in with you when I arrive and be sure to sign in and sign out—no issue with that at all! Only too glad to! Oh…one other thing. I might have a guest staying over—would that be a problem? Yeah…" Kim blushed an even deeper red, "That sorta guest. He's a good guy—really. Right…my boyfriend. Just keep it quiet and low key. Naturally. I can do quiet and low key. Thanks! You too! Bye!"
"Logistics Issue One dealt with. Now for Number Two." Kim grinned to herself as she dialed another number, "Hello? Hotel Maxim? Hi. This is Kim Possible. I'd like to reserve a room. Yeah, the nicest room you've got. You have one with a balcony! Cool! This weekend. That's right. The long weekend. Two nights. How many? Two. Right. Do I need to guarantee it with a credit card? Sure. I can give you the last four digits and expiration date and also the last four digits on my driver's license number. Not a problem. All set. Thanks a million! See ya this weekend!"
"Number Two down." Kim grinned as she hit the speed dial to her phone.
"Hey, baby." Kim said, using her most sultry voice, "Catch you at a bad time?
"I was just working on a new song." Josh replied, "So what's up, babe?"
"Remember when I told you a few weeks ago that I would find somehow…some way…for us to get together?"
"Yeah."
"Well, baby…start charging your batteries because I just did."
"You did!" Josh responded, his voice cracking just a bit in a combination of nervousness and anticipation.
"Sure did." Kim replied in a coquettish tone. "Don't I keep my promises. Can you get to Upperton this weekend?"
"Yeah." Josh answered back, "There's a big music festival going on there. The band's booked for Saturday afternoon. Why? You gonna be there?"
"You bet your sweet ass I am." The young redhead growled sensuously. "I'm going to the cheerleading workshop at Upperton U. and I've booked a room for two at the Hotel Maxim…balcony and queen sized bed. So…"
"So…that's terrific!" Josh responded enthusiastically. "You and me…dinner…going out on the balcony and then…"
"Fireworks." Kim chuckled.
"So…how are we going to do this?" Josh asked, "It's probably not a good idea for me to show up with the band in our van to pick you up at your house."
"No." Kim giggled, "That would be a disaster. Hmmm…give me a moment to think…Got it! Okay…here's what we do…I'm gonna put you on hold for a sec while I call up T and H. I'm going to see if I can get them to give me ride to your place. Then we're off. When we come back, you drop me off at Tara's and I hitch a ride back home from them."
"Sounds good."
Putting her boyfriend on hold, Kim dialed another number on her contacts list. "Hey, Tara. How're you doing?"
"Better, luv." The English adventuress responded, "The wake helped a lot and the three of us have been spending a lot of time together. I'm gonna be okay, Kimmie—thanks."
"I'm glad to hear that." Kim answered back, "Ummm…I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you, Hope, or Sergei…nothing big…I just need a lift to Josh's house this Friday afternoon and maybe…if you could…drop me off at back at my place Sunday evening?"
"Uh huh." Kim could hear her friend's laugh over the phone, "This wouldn't have anything to do with that cheerleading workshop and music festival they're having in Upperton this weekend, would it, luv?"
"Could be…" Kim coyly responded, "So…"
"Sure, luv. Give me a sec. Sergei? Luv? Can you do a big favor for us? Kimmie needs a ride to Josh's house this Friday, can you give her one? You can! Love you too! Okay, Kim…you're all set. Sergei will pick you up and take you to Josh's and you're more than welcome to chill out here. We'll get you back home, but…there's a price to pay, luv."
"What is it?" Kim chuckled, already having a good idea as to what the payment would be.
"You dish on all the saucy details at our weekly ladies meeting at Lady Di's."
"Deal." Kim replied.
"Smashing! Sergei will pick you up on Friday. Ta!"
Putting Josh back on line, Kim grinned, "All set up, baby. Sergei's gonna pick me up and take me to your place on Friday and then you drop me off at T and H's on Sunday and one of them will give me a lift back home. So…see you Friday?"
"You bet!" Josh exclaimed.
"Great." Kim replied, adding a sensuous growl to her voice, "Oh…one other thing loverboy…I got something special to wear Friday night. I think you're gonna love seeing me in it…" blushing, she added, "Although I've got a feeling I'm not gonna be wearing it long. Bye, Sweetie."
Hanging up the phone, the teen hero walked to her dresser drawers and checked her lower left hand drawer. Nodding her head in satisfaction at seeing that her drawer had not been disturbed, she opened it and, taking out a sheer pink baby doll nightie with matching panties, leered as she held it against her and looked at her reflection in the mirror, "Girl…this is so gonna knock him off his feet."
Placing the nightie back in its place, Kim heard a knocking at the door as she closed the drawer, "Come in!" She called out. Seeing her mother at the door, the young redhead smiled, "Hi Mom. What's up?"
"Can we talk for a bit, Kim?" Anne asked as she walked into her daughter's room and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Sure, Mom." Kim replied with a nod of her head as she joined her mother. "What about?"
"I think you know." The redheaded mother responded with a telling look, "Weekend cheerleader camp…hotel accommodations. You in your room—probably making a few phone calls to set things up. It doesn't take a rocket…excuse me…what I meant to say is that it doesn't take a neurosurgeon to figure this out."
"I was gonna tell you, Mom, before I left on Friday. I swear!"
"I believe you, Kim." Anne replied with a warm smile. "You've been honest with me about everything else so far—there's no reason for you not to be now. The thing is—you need to talk to your father about this sometime or other—preferably soon. Don't worry…" the redheaded mother held up her hand, "I'm not gonna break my promise to you about not telling your father. But…it's something you should seriously consider doing. Sooner or later he is going to find out. Better it come directly from you rather than him walking in on the two of you in bed or finding out second or third hand from someone else."
"I know, Mom!" Kim sighed as her mother embraced her, "It's just that no matter how he finds out…"
"It's going to be rough." Anne nodded as she patted her daughter on her back. "I imagine that there will be a lot of yelling…doors slamming…probably some pretty harsh words spoken—hopefully they're not the sort of words that can't be taken back easily. And there will be a lot of tears—and you won't be the only one shedding them. I'll be right there with you. You're forgetting—I'm going to get caught in this too."
"I know." Kim sighed, "And I'm sorry, Mom. I shouldn't have put you in this spot."
Chuckling softly, Anne replied, "It's all right, darling. I was right there digging that hole with you. But do think of a way to tell your father. You don't have to do it right away, but…it's kind of like pulling off a band-aid, you know…the quicker you pull it off, the better. Yeah, it's gonna hurt like hell—but it's better to just get it over with than drag it out. And yeah…" she smiled, "I'll keep working on your father about the car. I think I've found a way to make him see reason—but you're going to have to wait until after you finish driver's ed to get it."
"Thanks, Mom." Kim smiled warmly at her mother as she hugged her close.
"Just…be sure…about what you're planning on doing, darling." Anne replied, returning her daughter's hug, "Remember…you only get one first time. But…if this is going to be it, I can't imagine a nicer young man for you to be with than Josh. He's a good one, Kim. Treat him right, okay?"
"Thanks, Mom. And I will. I promise." Hugging her mother tightly, she whispered, "I love you, Mom."
"I love you too, Dear." Anne replied as she hugged her daughter back, "And so does your Dad."
"I know, Mom."
The No-Tel Motel near the Tri-City Maximum Security Prison for Men
"How are we going to get our new boss outta there, Cammie?" Adrena Lynn, the formerly imprisoned disgraced daredevil asked the slender blonde woman standing at the table next to her as she sucked a lollypop.
"We're not going to break him out of the prison." The slender woman, Camille Leon, thief extraordinaire and mistress of disguises, answered with a clever grin. "We'd need at least a platoon of trained mercs to bust in there and get him out. No…" the blonde con artist/thief shook her head as she lit a cigarette and inhaled, "The way to bust him out is to get him while he's outside the prison walls."
"How are we going to manage that?" Adrena asked, sitting up on the table.
Her lips turning up in a sly grin, Camille explained, "I've already figured that out. Now here's what we're going to do…"
After her accomplice had finished sketching out her plan, the disgraced daredevil smiled, "Freaky."
Guest check in—Tri-City Maximum Security Prison for Men
"Letitia Abrams…" Camille, in the guise of a brunette woman she had seen in a convenience store on the way over, announced her presence to the guard at the gate, presenting the authorization that had been issued to her by Drakken's attorney a few days earlier. "I've recently been named Dr. Drakken's co-council. I'd like to speak with my client please."
After carefully examining the shapeshifter's credentials, the guard spoke to someone on the phone, "Yes, Sir. Everything seems in order. Yes, Sir." Returning her authorization, the guard declared as he also handed the faux attorney a clip-on badge, "You're required to wear that badge while you're here." Watching as Camille dutifully clipped the badge on to her shirt, the guard nodded, "You've been cleared to see the prisoner. Conference Room 4-B. A corrections officer will escort you to the room where your client will be waiting." Activating the door's automatic locking mechanism, the guard commanded, "Pass."
Striding purposely down the prison's corridors, Camille entered the prison wing containing Drakken. Pausing at a door, the guard opened it with a key. "Conference Room 4-B, Ma'am. Your client will be with you shortly."
"Thank you." Camille politely responded as she took a seat and waited patiently until the door opened again to reveal two guards with a handcuffed Dr. Drakken walking in between them. As one of the guards took the inmate's handcuffs off, he announced to the fake attorney, "He's all yours."
"Thank you." Camille responded as she gestured for the blue-skinned scientist to take a seat at the table. Lowering her voice, she cautioned her client, "Even though our conversation is supposed to be covered by attorney-client privilege, I've taken the liberty of wearing a device of yours that projects a dampening field so that no one can overhear or record what we're saying."
"Camille Leon, I presume?" Drakken responded in an equally low tone of voice. Smiling as his attorney nodded her head, he remarked, "I assume you were the one who smuggled that message to me."
"I was." Camille confessed, "It was easy to pass myself off as a food service worker. However, to speak with you I had to be a little more creative. Your attorney was more than willing to supply me with credentials naming me your co-counsel."
"Remind me to give my lawyer something extra for his Christmas bonus along with his usual case of Coco-Moo." Drakken grinned, "So…how are you going to get me out of here and when?"
"The captain in charge of assigning work details happens to enjoy trout fishing." Camille explained, outlining her plan. "He leases an isolated cabin near the Middleton River. He is planning on doing some fishing there over the weekend. My partner and I will be there to meet him. I'll shapeshift into him and come in to work and will assign you to a road work detail cleaning up trash along the side of State Road 38. I'll also be on the work detail as supervisor." A crooked grin appearing on her face, the shapeshifting thief quipped, "I've decided to be a good boss and give the sergeant who's normally in charge of the work detail the day off so that he could spend the day with his new girlfriend. Once we're at the worksite, my accomplice will attack from one of your cloaked flyers while I take out any of the guards she hasn't knocked out."
Drakken commented, tapping his finger on his chin. "Ingenious."
"Thank you, Doctor." Camille smiled and then outlined the rest of her plan, "Once we've taken out the guards, we make off on your flitter. Easy-peasy."
"Who is this accomplice you've mentioned?" Dr. Drakken inquired, "I don't like unknown variables—do you vouch for her?"
"I do." Camille nodded her head, "I broke her out of the women's prison a few weeks ago and we've been planning ever since. She has also been wronged by Kim Possible and her associates and is looking for some payback."
"So…who is she?"
"You probably saw her on television before her show was cancelled as a result of a scandal involving her faking her stunts. Her name is…"
"Adrena Lynn." Drakken interrupted, cackling evilly. "Very good, Ms. Leon. I will wait until it is time. Then, once I am free, I will not only conquer the world with your help, but we will also take our revenge against Kim Possible and everyone she knows and all she holds dear."
Middleton Medical Center—Shego
"One step in front of the other…" Hope laughed as she sung the old cartoon song.
"Sing one more verse of that song and I'll shove a plasma ball up your ass." Shego growled as she struggled to take her first step from the bed while Tara held her gown from behind.
"You've got it, Cheeky." The blonde adventuress encouraged, "Now another step."
"Don't overdo it, Shego." Mrs. Dr. Possible cautioned as she watched carefully.
"I am not taking another crap in that fucking bed pan." The raven-haired ex-supervillain swore as she took another step towards the bathroom.
"You're doing good, krasivaya dama, lovely lady." Sergei exclaimed, adding his words of encouragement.
"Spasibo." Shego replied as she took another step.
"Almost there, luv." Tara urged. "Just a few more steps and you'll have it."
"And we're there!" Hope announced as Sheila closed the door behind her.
"Don't fall in!" Tara teased with a chuckle, Shego's answering taunt coming quickly after.
"Up yours, Cutie."
A few minutes later, the sound of a flushing toilet and of water running in the sink announced to everyone that the green-skinned Go sister had finished her task. Exiting the bathroom, Shego frowned on seeing the walker waiting for her. "I can make it back on my own." The former villain declared with a scowl.
"You've exercised your muscles enough for now." Dr. Mrs. Possible stated authoritatively. "I don't want you either straining something or hurting yourself by falling down. You can walk on your own again in a few hours. Do as you're told and tomorrow I'll let you walk around the room. Now…walker…then chair." The redheaded neurosurgeon pointed to an easy chair placed near her star patient's bed.
"Yes, Doctor." Shego, recognizing when she was beaten, replied with a scowl as she meekly did as she was told. Collapsing into the comfortable easy chair, the green-skinned beauty motioned towards the empty chairs nearby. "Sit your asses down everyone. I wanna hear some gossip."
"On that note." Anne chuckled, "I'll leave you. You know where the call button is if you need the nurse."
Middleton Space Center
While much of the phone conversation between Vassili Radovsky and his son, Sergei, took place in Russian, some English was used, so James who was at that moment was concentrating on his computer monitor, caught some tidbits of the father-son chat.
"Babushka is doing well and appreciated the gift you gave her." Vassili told his son, "Da. Will we be expecting you for dinner tonight? Excellent! Your mother is fixing her world famous beef and beet borscht with black bread and orange drop cookies." Chuckling, the Russian rocket scientist promised, "I'll make sure she fixes plates for your lyubovniki. Speaking of which…" Vassili then switched to Russian briefly before once again returning to English. Da. James is here and I'm sure he sends his regards too. Give your lyubovniki a hug for me and I will see you this evening. Dosvedanya."
Sighing, Dr. Possible asked his fellow scientist, "Vassili? How are you able to maintain such a good relationship with your son?"
Chuckling, Dr. Radovsky replied, "We talk to each other."
"That's it?"
"That's it." Vassili grinned, "Now, that doesn't mean we don't have our disagreements. All families do."
"How do you feel about him spending all of his time at Tara and Hope's place…at him…" James stammered.
"Sleeping with them?" The Russian rocket scientist let out a breath, "Tovarisch. Sergei has proven to me that he is capable of making his own decisions and, even though his relationship with his lyubovniki is confusing to both myself and Tatiana, there is no doubt that they love each other."
"But don't you think that they're too young?" James asked, persisting in his current line of questioning.
"All children must leave the nest at some time, tovarisch." Vassili replied with a sad smile, "Much as we wish we could keep them and protect them forever, at some point they must all go out into the world to seek their fortunes. On that day, we as parents must trust that we have raised our children well." The Russian scientist gave his friend a searching look as he finished his sentence, "We should welcome their independence; we should not force them to remain in a gilded cage when they are ready to fly."
"Easy for you to say." James muttered under his breath. "You don't have a daughter."
"Did you say something tovarisch?" Vassili asked, looking over at his fellow scientist.
"Just thinking to myself." James responded, "Can you come over here Vassili? I want to run those structural specs for the Minerva-2's atmospheric probe by you again. I think we're missing something."
Middleton Medical Center
"So you think the Princess is going to get her cherry popped this weekend?" Shego laughed before taking a sip of water.
"Looks like it." Tara replied. "All the signs are there: three-day weekend where both of them have plausible reasons for leaving home, private room with a balcony reserved in a five-star hotel in Upperton, no parental supervision and minimal interference by chaperones…"
"And last month she showed us a sexy baby doll nightie she picked up at Cassandra's Closet." Hope chuckled, "I'd say our Kimmie's about to get laid."
"So…" Tara queried with a sly grin, "What day did you have in the pool?"
Shaking her head, Shego snorted, "A month from now. Looks like I lose. What about you two?"
"I had two weeks from now." Hope replied, "Just before the Picnic."
"What about you, Cutie?"
"Next weekend." Tara replied, "Her parents are supposed to be going over to Anne's sister's house and then to see Mr. Dr. P's brother up in Montana and Kimmie managed to wiggle her way out of going."
"So…" Shego asked, "You know who won?"
"Nope." Tara shook her head, "Jeremy's managing the pool and you know how he is."
"Yeah." Sheila nodded her head, "Where betting's concerned, he keeps his mouth shut. That's the reason why he's my bookie too."
Hope joked as she pulled out her flask and handed it to the green-skinned patient, "Maybe we should start a pool on who won the pool."
An Isolated Cabin close to the Middleton River
Pulling his truck up near the cabin, Jackson Forrester…Captain Jackson Forrester when on duty at the maximum security prison, turned off the engine and, stepping out of the cab, reached down into the back of the truck, retrieving his fly rods and a tackle box. "Two days of just me…the river…and the fish." The corrections officer smiled as he gathered his gear and began trudging towards the cabin. "I needed this weekend." He sighed as he opened the door only to freeze in astonishment at seeing two women standing before him, one holding what appeared to be a taser. Before collapsing to the ground in a twitching mass, the captain managed to utter one garbled syllable, "Wha…"
"Drag Twitchy in." Camille ordered as she readied a needle and injected into her hapless victim. "Sedative. Guaranteed to knock him out long enough for us to do what we've got to do."
"So…what now?" Adrena asked.
"We strip him and tie him up before the sedative wears off." Camille explained, "Then I inject him with this babble juice here," she took out another syringe and set it down on the table, "And pump him for everything he knows. Then we just wait until the weekend ends. So…hope you brought your swimsuit. Gonna have plenty of time go catch some rays or take a swim in the river."
"Freaky!"
Upperton—Hotel Maxim
"We're gonna get checked in at our hotel and grab something to eat." Ian, the drummer for Josh's band, the Deaf Hippos, said jokingly as he pulled the band's van up to the driveway to drop off Josh and Kim. "Don't forget, rehearsal tomorrow. We'll meet you in the lobby here at ten—that is if you can tear yourself from your redhead long enough."
"Just don't wear the poor boy out, Kimmie!" Barry, the bass guitarist laughed, "We need our vocalist-lead guitarist."
"No promises." Kim chuckled as her boyfriend picked up their luggage. "See ya tomorrow!"
"I'd tell you to be good…" Sam, the rhythm guitarist smirked as the pair walked away, "but we all know that's not gonna happen."
Entering the lobby, Kim whispered to her boyfriend as she gestured with her head and eyes to the cheerleader workshop check in table. "Babe? You mind staying back and keeping a low profile while I get checked in with the RA and then into the hotel?"
"Not a problem." Josh whispered back, "I'll just grab a seat and wait for you."
"Thanks, babe." Kim smiled and gave her boyfriend a kiss on his lips. "Be back soon."
Approaching the check in table, Kim smiled at the college student seated behind the table, a sign-in roster and name tags on the table in front of her. "Hi." The teen hero introduced herself, "I'm Kim Possible—Middleton High—and I'm here to check in for the workshop."
"Hi." The college student grinned as she held out her hand, "I'm Diana Rogers. We spoke on the phone. I'm your RA."
Kim smiled back, "I remember. You aunt has the Maltese!"
"That's right!" Diana replied, "Dolly. I told her you were attending the workshop and she asked me to say hello from her and Dolly."
"Well…" Kim beamed, "Tell them hi from me too."
"Sure thing." The RA responded, "Just sign in here."
"Okay." Kim acknowledged as she signed her name on the sheet.
"Great." Diana said as she handed the young cheerleader a name tag. "You need to wear this during the workshop in order to be admitted to any of the classes and training sessions—not to mention the opening orientation session."
"Thanks." Kim smiled, lowering her voice, "Ummm…remember what we talked about on the phone?"
"Yeah." The RA, lowering her voice to a whisper as well, replied. "I don't have a problem with you and your boyfriend sleeping together—that's him sitting down in that chair reading a magazine—right?"
"Yeah." Kim whispered back, blushing slightly.
"He's a looker." Diana smirked.
"Thanks."
"We don't have bed checks or anything like that—this isn't high school." Diana whispered, "And you're not the only one who's got a boyfriend staying with them." A wicked grin appearing on her face, the RA confessed, "Mine's staying over too. Like I said, just keep it on the down low and if you go out, sign out here and then sign back in when you return," she pointed to a sheet at the end of the table, "That's it for rules and regs."
"Thanks a lot." Kim replied shaking the RA's hand again.
"Enjoy the workshop and if you have any questions or aren't sure about anything just let me know. Now…you better get back to that boyfriend of yours before some other girl grabs him."
"Good idea." Kim smirked, "See you later, Diana."
Returning to her boyfriend, the teen hero embraced him in a quick hug as she gave him another kiss, "Let's get checked in. Then I'm thinking we take a quick nap." Her lips turning up in a wicked grin as she saw the look on her boyfriend's face, she teased, "Not that kind of a nap, silly! I mean a real nap. Then, I'm thinking we can go out and grab a bite to eat." Lowering her voice to a whisper she tantalized, "We're gonna need all our strength for tonight, baby because I'm gonna…" As she whispered in his ear, a throaty chuckle escaped her as she maneuvered herself closer to her boyfriend, "Hmmm…I can feel someone standing at attention. C'mon handsome. Let's go to our room."
Possible Home
"It was a mistake letting her go to that workshop." James grumbled as he fixed himself a drink.
"James." Anne sighed, fixing a gin and tonic for herself, "It's not as if she hasn't gone on trips before."
"But those were different." The concerned father argued back. "They were school trips and properly supervised. This time she's going there on her own and staying in a hotel."
"She goes out on missions unsupervised all the time, honey." Anne countered as she sat down next to her husband on the couch. "What makes this trip any different?"
"She takes Ron with her on missions." James answered back, "But now we've got no idea what she's doing…who she's with." Picking up his phone, the worried rocket scientist began to dial only to be stopped by his wife who quickly placed her hand over his.
"What do you think you're doing, James?"
"I'm checking up on our daughter." Mr. Dr. Possible replied, "I want to make sure she's all right."
"She's fine, honey." Mrs. Dr. Possible declared, speaking in a soothing voice. "If she were in trouble, we'd be the first people she calls. You need to give her some space, James."
"I give her plenty of space." James countered.
"I honestly think you'd have her chipped if you could." Anne frowned, her frustration at her husband's obstinance beginning to eke out.
"At least we'd know she's safe." The worried father grumbled.
Before Anne could respond to her husband's last troublesome comment, the Tweebs chose that moment to burst into the living room Jim chasing Tim with what looked like a ray gun.
"Jim!" She called out, pointing at both of her sons, "What did I tell you about pointing toy guns at your brother?"
"It's not a toy, Mom!" Jim protested, "It shoots peanut butter! Watch!" Firing his gun, Jim soaked his brother in a layer of peanut butter.
"Yummy!" Tim exclaimed as he licked some peanut butter of his cheek with his finger. "Tastes good."
"Bathtub Tim!" Anne ordered, "Now!" Turning to her other errant son, she commanded, "Jim! That ray gun. My hand. Now!"
"Yes, Mom." Jim meekly acknowledged, handing the peanut butter firing weapon to his mother.
"Go to your room. You get to clean the bathroom after I get all that peanut butter off your brother. Go!"
Watching as her sons trudged up the stairs, Mrs. Dr. Possible shook her head. Then turning back to her husband, she cautioned, "Honey…the more you try to control Kim the likelier you are to lose her. Think about that." Heaving a sigh, she again shook her head, "I'm afraid you're stuck with the cooking tonight, dear. I've got to wash peanut butter off of one of your sons and then watch the other one clean up the mess. You know where the menus are for the pizza delivery and Chinese Pick one. It doesn't matter which to me. And think about what I said."
An Isolated Cabin close to the Middleton River
"Have a pleasant swim?" Camille asked her partner who had just entered the cabin after taking a quick dip in the river.
"Yeah." Adrena replied as she stripped off her swimsuit and toweled down. "The water was a little chilly at first, but it's nice and clear. Watch the current though. It's freaky."
Chuckling, the blonde shapeshifter looked up from her drugged prisoner and replied, "Maybe I should go for a quick swim before dinner."
"You should." The ex-daredevil suggested, "Get anything from blabbermouth?"
"Yeah." Camille replied with an evil grin, "Everything we need."
"So…what do we do with him now?"
"We don't need to do anything permanent to him." Camille answered back, "Too messy and I'd rather avoid being charged with the murder of a cop if I can. Anyway, the babble juice I shot into him will keep him out for the rest of the night. There's a root cellar under that trap door over there. I'll give him another sedative injection when this wears off and then we'll toss him in the cellar all tied up until we're ready to move."
"Works for me." Adrena replied as she took two bottles of beer out of the fridge and tossed one to her partner. "Here. Figure you might be thirsty."
"Yeah." Camille grinned as she opened the bottle and took a hearty swig. "Hit the spot." Standing up, she beckoned her companion to her. "You wanna watch sleeping beauty while I go out for a swim?"
"Not a problem." Adrena smiled before taking a drink from her bottle. "Have fun."
Upperton—Hotel Maxim—Kim and Josh's Room
"Wow!" Kim exclaimed as she and her boyfriend entered their room and set down their suitcases. "This place is something!"
"Tell me about it!" Josh replied as he took stock of the room and walked out on the balcony. "Kim! You've gotta come out and take a look."
"Okay, babe." The young redhead responded as she joined her boyfriend on the veranda. "That's a view!" she exclaimed as her boyfriend wrapped his arms around her waist. Leaning into him, she purred, "Hmmm…that feels good."
"What?" Josh teased as he nuzzled his girlfriend's neck, "The breeze or me doing this?"
"Mmmm…both." After several moments of being pampered, the teen hero turned around and kissed her boyfriend on the lips. "Let's go in and check out the rest of the room. I wanna see if the bathroom has what I hope it does."
"What do you mean?" Josh asked as Kim took his hand and led him into the bathroom.
Seeing the large bathtub as she entered the bathroom, she leered, "Just what I was wishing for…a tub for two. Perfect for later." Stretching and yawning, the young redhead pointed to her suitcase, "Baby? Can you get my sleepshirt for me? I wanna slip into something more comfortable before we take a nap."
"Sure love." Josh responded, doing as he was told. Returning moments later, he grinned in appreciation at the sight of his girlfriend wearing nothing but a pair of panties.
"Like what you see?" Kim laughed.
"Oh yes." Josh answered with a leer. "I wish I could paint you now."
"Why not?" Kim asked, "Didn't you bring your oils with you?"
Shaking his head, her boyfriend responded ruefully, "No. There wasn't enough room. All I was able to bring other than my guitar, clothing, and some incidentals was my sketchpad and some pencils."
Her lips turning up in an impish grin, she propositioned, "If you want, you can make a sketch of me before we go out for dinner. I'll even take my panties off for you."
"I'd like that, but on one condition." Josh quipped, "When we get back home will you let me paint you."
"Nude?"
"Of course."
"You've got a deal." Kim chuckled as she slipped on her sleepshirt. "Now, unless you wanna take a nap with your clothes on, get undressed so that we can get some sleep. I'll call up the front desk and ask them to wake us up in a couple of hours. That should give us enough time to get ready for dinner."
Doing as he was instructed, Josh stripped down to his t-shirt and underwear and then, slipping into bed next to his girlfriend, gave her a kiss. "Sweet dreams."
Ron and Zita
"So Kim finally found a way to get Josh alone without worrying about her dad barging in on 'em?" Zita quipped as she helped set the table for lunch.
"More like she got a lucky break." Ron chuckled as he went to work making their lunch: a simple meal consisting of chicken salad sandwiches and a watercress and kale salad. "What are the odds that a cheerleading workshop and a music festival would occur on the same weekend in Upperton."
"Somewhere between slim and highly unlikely." Zita laughed as her boyfriend brought their meals out to the table, "But…we're talking about Kim Possible, so anything is…"
"Possible." Ron finished with a laugh.
"So…how bad is it between her and her dad?" Zita asked, getting serious.
"They're having a rough stretch." Ron admitted. "I can't get too much into specifics—you understand?"
"Yeah." The lovely brown-skinned Latina girl replied with a warm smile, "Without breaking confidences—was it what we were talking about before?"
Nodding his head, Ron confirmed, "Yep. Mr. Dr. Possible's not adjusting very well to Kim taking on riskier missions or her relationship with Josh and especially not to the fact that she's getting more independent."
"How are you coping with Kim taking on those missions?" Zita asked, placing her hand over that of her lover's.
"I was mad the first time because she went off without telling me." Ron avowed, heaving a sigh, "At the time it made me feel more like I was her sidekick than her partner. When she told me that she was protecting me from having to make the decision to kill someone or to watch her kill someone, I told her that it wasn't her decision to make."
"You were right." Zita declared, coming to the immediate support of her boyfriend.
"Yeah…but she was right too." Ron replied with a sad smile. "I don't want to kill anyone and I really don't want to see her or anyone else for that matter kill someone—no matter how much they might deserve it."
"That's because you're a good person, Ron." Zita said, leaning across the table to give her lover a kiss.
"I'm not so sure about that." The blond youth answered back with a shy grin, "It's just…I don't know what I'd do if I were put in that situation and I hope I never am, but a long time ago, when we first went out on missions, I made a promise to Mr. and Mrs. Dr. P. to look after Kim, and I haven't broken that promise since. So…one day…I know I'm going to be put in that situation and…" shaking his head, he sighed, "I don't know what I'll do."
"You'll do what you always do, Ron." Zita declared, taking her boyfriend's hand in hers, "The right thing. That's why I fell in love with you."
Kim and Josh
"All done!" Josh smiled as he put the final touches on the sketch he had just completed of his beautiful, and quite naked, girlfriend. "Come over and tell me what you think."
"I can't wait to see it." Kim smiled as she got off the bed and slipped on a bathrobe. Gazing at the sketch her artist boyfriend drew of her, the young redhead's mouth dropped. "Josh…this is…this is…"
"Is what?" The brown-haired young man asked with a lump in his throat.
"It's gorgeous!" Kim exclaimed as she threw her arms around her boyfriend's neck and kissed him. "I can't wait for you to paint me."
"How about when we get back?" Josh proposed, "I think I can get us into the school's studio—they're still having summer school but Mrs. Manet will probably let me in to work on a project."
"We'd have to do it either very early in the morning before everyone comes in or later after everyone leaves." Kim replied, giving her boyfriend's idea serious thought, "The last thing we need is for someone other than Mrs. Manet to come in and see me in my birthday suit and you behind an easel. I mean…I'm not ashamed of my body, but I don't wanna get you in any trouble."
"Fair point." Josh nodded, "I would have suggested one of our homes, but my house is out because we'd probably be continually interrupted by my parents or kid sister. And your place…"
"Is definitely out." Kim agreed with a sardonic grin. "Mom wouldn't be a problem once she understood that your painting of me is art and not pornography, but Dad…" the teen hero shook her head, "He'd have an aneurysm—after sending you on his patented one way deep space probe and grounding me for the rest of my life." Sighing melodramatically, Kim concluded, "And then there are the Tweebs…kinda like your kid sister on steroids. Looks like the school studio is the best place. So…which is better morning or afternoon?"
Laughing, Josh answered, "Afternoon's usually best. Everyone just wants to get out so it won't take much time for the school to empty and I can speak with Mrs. Manet about getting permission to come in. Like I said, she's normally very good about that. But…" he added as a caution.
"But?"
"She'll want to see what I'm doing." Josh replied, "Do you have a problem with that?"
"How discreet is she?" Kim asked.
"Very." Josh replied. "Other artists have painted or sculpted nudes in the workshop. She does not divulge any information on artist, work, or model. Her big thing is that it is done for artistic purposes and not pornographic."
"Understood." Kim nodded, "I can get behind that. Like I said, I'm not ashamed of my body."
"You shouldn't be." Josh replied earnestly with a quick leer, "You're very beautiful."
Smiling back, Kim dropped the robe, revealing her naked body and did a quick pirouette. "You really think so?" she teased flirtatiously as she put the robe back on.
"You better believe I do." Josh replied, "And I'm going to show you just how much tonight."
"I'm gonna hold you to that promise, buster." Kim chuckled, and then, getting back on the subject, declared, "But no…I don't have a problem with her seeing me in my all together."
"Great." Josh grinned as he put up his sketch book and pencils. "I'll ask Mrs. Manet about it when we get back."
"Cool." Kim replied as she went to the closet and, opening the door to reveal their wardrobe, asked, "So…where are you taking me tonight?"
"Mmmm…" Josh mused, "I remember a place a friend of mine took his date to. It has outdoor dining and the tables are candlelit and arranged around a fountain."
"Sounds expensive." Kim replied, "I don't want you to…"
"Don't worry about it, love." Josh assured, "The band had a big night a few weeks ago playing at the Donner Party…"
"Well…" Kim joked, "At least you weren't the main course."
Laughing, Josh exclaimed, "Yeah…we got lucky. Although I did see Mrs. Donner lick her lips when she saw Ian for the first time."
"So…what should I wear? This?" Kim asked as she held up a black dress with a wide belt and stylish cutouts around the neck, "Or this?" She held up a white skirt/top outfit. "Tara pointed that out to me on our last trip to Blarney's. I've also got some black gloves and heels that'll match it perfectly."
"Sounds to me like you wanna wear the second outfit." Josh smiled.
"I do, actually." Kim grinned back, "Okay. Now…what about you?"
"I was thinking my dress dark blue slacks, white button down dress shirt, and white sports jacket."
"Sounds like a winner." Kim grinned as she gestured to the bathroom. "C'mon…let's grab a quick shower and get ready. I wanna save the bath for tomorrow night."
"Okay…" Josh leered, "But on one condition."
Leering back, Kim responded, "What?"
"You let me soap you down."
"All right." The young redhead flirted back, "So long as I get to do the same."
"Okay then, what are we waiting for?" Josh quipped, "Last one in gets soaped last."
Bonnie—Rockwaller Home
"Amelia!" Bonnie exclaimed in delight, speaking to her old friend on the phone for the first time since she had returned from her cruise under mysterious circumstances, "I've been worried sick about you! What happened? Why haven't you returned any of our calls or answered the door? We've…I've…missed you!"
"I can't tell you what happened, Bonnie. Maybe later…once I've had a little more time." Amelia sobbed, "All I can tell you right now is that it was bad. Really bad. So bad that I wouldn't wish it on anyone—not even my worst enemy."
"That's what Kim said when Mon and I pressed her on it." Bonnie replied.
"Bonnie." Amelia pleaded in a soft voice, "I know you don't like Kim, but…she saved my life…without her…" the young woman burst into tears, "I wouldn't be talking with you now. I might not even be alive. I owe her everything."
"Then I owe K a big one for bringing you back." Bonnie declared as tears began to flow from her own teal colored eyes. "So…Ummm…when are we gonna get to see you again?"
"I'll be going with my family to the Booster's awards dinner and I'll be at the Picnic." Amelia answered back, "We can all get together then—okay?"
"It's a date, Amelia." Bonnie smiled, "I'll be going with my family and Jeremy…you know, Jeremy Wardell, the hockey star?"
"Yeah." Amelia responded, "What happened with Brick?"
"Ancient history." Bonnie scowled, "I heard he's seeing some band geek now." Letting out a breath of air, the brunette cheerleader snarked, "Fuck him. Jeremy's twice the man he is—in everything."
Letting out a breath of air, Amelia replied in a gentle voice, "I'm sorry to hear about the two of you breaking up. I hope you and Jeremy are very happy, and I hope Brick's happy with his new girlfriend."
"You sure you're okay, Amelia?" Bonnie, thrown for a loop by her old friend's generous reply, queried.
"Yeah. Like I said, I'm getting better." Amelia answered back in a soft voice, "It's just…after what happened to me…I've had to rethink a lot of stuff. I'll see you at the banquet. Bye."
"Bye." Bonnie replied, shaking her head at her friend's last statement. What the hell happened to you, Amelia?
"Bon-Bon!" Mrs. Rockwaller called out, "Dinner's ready!"
The teal-eyed teenager cringed at the use of her hated nickname, "I just got off the phone with Amelia. I'm on my way."
Entering the dining room, Bonnie spied her father and his two favorite daughters, Connie and Lonnie, already at the table as her mother exited the kitchen. "How is Amelia doing, Bon-Bon?" Mrs. Rockwaller asked as she sat down at the table.
"She's feeling a little better." Bonnie replied, "But she still won't tell me what happened to her down there."
"Probably got dumped by the hottie that picked her up after a one-night stand." Connie snorted.
Her eyes shooting daggers at her sister, Bonnie retorted in a seemingly calm, level, tone of voice, "Whatever happened to her was very bad. She said that if Kim hadn't saved her, she might not be alive today."
"Oh my!" Debbie Rockwaller gasped in astonishment, "Maybe I should give Esteban and Carol a call."
"I'm sure they'd be glad to hear from you, Mom." Bonnie, still glaring at her older sister, replied with a sweet smile.
"I'll bet she invented the whole thing about Kim Possible rescuing her to hide how much of a loser she's become—just like her friend." Lonnie sneered, joining her twin in their favorite pastime—tormenting their younger sister.
"That's enough!" Mrs. Rockwaller growled, "Leave Bon-Bon alone."
"They've got a point though, Debbie." Mr. Rockwaller interjecting, intervening for his two favorite daughters, "We don't really know what went on down there. Amelia could very well have made the whole thing up. It wouldn't be the first time she's done something like that to get attention."
"You're not helping the situation, Jack." Mrs. Rockwaller snapped as she ladled a spoonful of roasted potatoes on to her plate.
"It's the truth, Debbie." Mr. Rockwaller replied, sticking to his guns. "Remember when Amelia went around claiming that she was the Duchess of Westminster?"
"That was in elementary school, Jack!" Debbie responded, shaking her head.
"Then why's she still a junior when she should have graduated?" Jack countered with a smug grin as the twins looked on with equally arrogant expressions on their faces.
"You know why, Jack." Mrs. Rockwaller answered back, glaring at her husband, "And you should be ashamed of yourself for even bringing that up." Barely holding back her anger, the Rockwaller matriarch requested, "Now…let's change the subject."
"Yes…" Connie smirked, "Let's." Turning her attention back towards her favorite target, she asked in a mocking tone, "So…Bon-Bon…How does it feel riding on the bus to Loserville?
"What are you talking about, Connie?" Bonnie snapped back, matching her older sister glare for glare.
Piling on, Lonnie taunted, "In less than a year, you've ruined the food chain it took us four years to build. Two of your cheerleaders are living with a chess nerd and one of them's dating one, another cheerleader's a lesbo who's dating a stripper, you lost your boyfriend to a nobody band geek, Kim Possible beats you at everything. She even beat you out for a spot in that cheerleader's workshop. It's no wonder no one takes you seriously anymore."
"Yeah." Connie sneered, "You wiped out everything that we did. You make me sick."
"I said that was enough!" Mrs. Rockwaller exclaimed, "Connie…Lonnie…apologize to your sister right now or you can pack your bags and find somewhere else to stay for the rest of your summer vacation. I'm not kidding."
Heaving a dramatic sigh, Connie issued a half-hearted apology, "Sorry, Bon-Bon."
"Lonnie." Mrs. Rockwaller directed her gaze on the other twin.
"Sorry, Bon-Bon." Lonnie made an apology that barely sounded like one.
After counting to ten and regaining control over her emotions, Bonnie, determined not to let her father or sisters see her cry, begged her mother, "Mom? Can I be excused? I'm not feeling very hungry right now."
Shooting her husband a warning look as it appeared that he was about to refuse his daughter's request, the Rockwaller matriarch inclined her head, "Of course, dear. I'll be sure to save something for you to eat later."
"Thank you, Mom."
Kim and Josh
"You were right, Josh." Kim gasped as her boyfriend gallantly seated her at a table situated next to the fountain and with a lit candle as the centerpiece. "This place is perfect."
"I'm glad you approve." The sensitive artist/musician responded as a soft tune played in the background. Looking at the menu, Josh asked as the waiter appeared to take their order, "So…see you anything you'd like?"
"Mmmm…" Kim murmured as she perused the menu, "The caprese salad sounds good, along with the strawberry balsamic salmon and cream brulee for desert, with unsweetened iced tea to drink."
"Excellent choices Madam." The waiter commented, "And you, Sir?"
"I think I'm going to start off with the shrimp cocktail." Josh replied, "And…Mmmm…the Mediterranean chicken sounds good. And I'm going to go with the angel food cake with strawberries for dessert. And…unsweetened iced tea."
"Very good, Sir." The waiter smiled as he placed a basket filled with garlic sticks on the table. "I'll be back with your iced tea and your order should be done soon."
"Have you heard anything more from Amelia—if I might ask?" Josh asked before biting into a garlic stick.
"We talked a couple of nights ago." Kim replied, "She's planning on going to the Boosters awards dinner. Hope your dress suit's cleaned, babe. I've got to announce the winner to the Cheerleaders Hall of Fame."
"Do you know who won?" Josh asked with a wicked grin.
"No." Kim shook her head, "I honestly don't know. Some accounting firm's keeping that very close to the vest. I thought about having Wade hack into their files…" the teen hero laughed, "but decided not to at the last minute. I'm joking!" Kim giggled, "I'd never tell Wade to do anything like that."
"I know that love." Josh responded before getting the conversation back to its original topic. "So…Amelia?"
"Right." Kim nodded, heaving a sigh before taking a sip of iced tea, "She's doing better. She's gonna be at the Boosters awards banquet and the picnic. Bad news is that she still has nightmares. I'm afraid those are going to stay with her—believe me, I know"
"Yeah." Josh nodded, "Sergei told me about Tara and Hope's nightmares." Lowering his voice, the young artist took his girlfriend's hand, "I just want you to know that I'm always there for you—whether you need a hug, someone to listen to on the phone, or a shoulder to cry on. Just say the word, and I'm there."
"I know. That's one of the reasons why I fell in love with you." Kim replied with a sweet smile as the waiter brought their order. "Well…" the young redhead's lips now turned up in an impish grin, "Time for us to get fueled up. I've got a feeling we're going to be burning off a lot of calories tonight."
Kim and Josh—later that evening in their room
As the couple entered their room, the very first thing Kim did was hang the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the front door. "I don't want anyone to disturb us. Tara, Hope, and I told Wade before the two of us left to refer any mission calls to them." The lovely redhead murmured as she wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and gave him a tender kiss on the lips. "I want tonight to be special—for both of us."
"I do too." Josh whispered back as he returned his lover's kiss. "Wanna go out on the balcony?"
"Love to." Kim replied, allowing her boyfriend to lead her outside to the veranda. "It's even prettier at night." The teen hero sighed as Josh wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close.
"Yeah." The handsome artist/musician replied, pointing at the spire of a tall skyscraper. "When I was a kid…" he reminisced, "I used to dream about climbing up the walls of that skyscraper like that comic book character and sitting on the very top of it. Then I'd get out my camera and take a picture of the city. I know…" the young man laughed, "It's silly."
"No, babe." Kim replied as she hugged her boyfriend closer to him, "It's not." Chuckling, she quipped, "I used to read the same books—I'd borrow them from Ron or we'd read them in the treehouse."
"The two of you have always been good friends, haven't you?" Josh asked, his tone not jealous, but rather a touch envious.
"Yeah." Kim smiled, "You didn't have anyone like him when you were a kid? A best friend you could do anything with…talk to about anything?"
"Friends…" Josh nodded, "Yeah. Good friends. But best friends like you and Ron…" he shook his head, "I was an Army brat growing up. We didn't spend too much time in one place. I'd begin making friends and then…Dad would get transferred and I'd have to start all over again. I guess that's what got me into music and art. My music and my drawings and paintings are a way for me to tell people how I'm feeling. I guess it's kind of like you and Ron. I get to lay it all out there. It's just that instead of talking to a person…"
"You talk through your art and music." Kim finished, holding her lover close to her as tears began forming in her eyes. "Well…it just so happens, Mr. Josh Mankey, that I'm looking to be someone's BFGF."
"BFGF?"
"Best Friend Girl Friend." Know anyone who's looking for one?"
A tender smile now appearing on his face, "I think I do. You know anyone looking for a BFBF?"
"Oh yes!" Kim cooed as she gave her lover a deep tender kiss that lasted for what seemed to be minutes. Then, taking him by the hand, she led him back to the room. Stopping at the luxurious queen sized bed, she whispered lovingly as she picked up a shopping bag lying on the floor. "Make yourself comfortable, baby. I'll be right back. I've got a special surprise for you." Walking into the bathroom, she poked her head out the bathroom door, teasing before closing it behind her, "No peeking!"
A few minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened to reveal Kim, wearing the pink baby doll nightie she'd bought for just this occasion, smiling warmly at her lover as she slowly approached him, swaying her hips ever so slightly in a move that Tara had taught her. "So? She whispered softly as she drew closer to her lover, "You like?"
Mouth agape and eyes wide open, Josh stammered for several seconds, trying to find the words as his girlfriend giggled. Finally able to speak, the young artist sighed, "Kim…you are beautiful. I want to touch…to kiss…explore…every inch of you."
Taking her boyfriend by the hand and leading him to the bed, the lovely redhead whispered in a soft alluring voice, "Show me."
The morning after
Her eyes fluttering into wakefulness, Kim smiled warmly at the man lying next to her on the bed. Nuzzling up close to him, she kissed him tenderly. "Morning."
"Morning." Josh smiled as he returned his lover's kiss. Caressing her body, he sighed, "Last night was…it was wonderful. It was everything I imagined it would be and then some." His smile disappearing, he asked in a worried voice, "I didn't hurt you too bad the first time we…I didn't want to hurt you."
"It's okay, Josh. It's just nature's way of telling me that I've lost my V-card." Kim smiled warmly at her boyfriend as she caressed his cheek. "It only hurt for a little bit and then it felt…good. Very good. What about you? Did you…"
"I loved it, Kim and…I'm sorry if I got a little clumsy sometimes." Josh apologized with a guilty look on his face.
"Hey, lover…no frownies." Kim playfully chided, "I was a little awkward too. I mean…it was the first time for both of us. It just means we need practice." The young redhead chuckled, "Lots and lots of practice."
"So…" Josh leered as he braced himself on the bed with one arm while the other went to his girlfriend's breasts, "Do we have time for a practice session before breakfast?"
"Mmmm…" Kim purred as she kissed her paramour, "I love practice."
Middleton Medical Center
"Ready Cheeky?" Tara grinned as she and Hope walked into their friend's room, "Today's the big day."
"Yup." Hope smirked, "We're bustin' you out."
"About time Cutie…Cheerleader." Shego chuckled as she exited the bathroom wearing a dark green dress. "I can't wait to get the hell out of this place."
"We're gonna miss you too, Shego." Mrs. Dr. Possible quipped as she entered the room followed closely behind by a nurse. Glancing down at her chart, the redheaded neurosurgeon smiled, "I see Dr. Guberman already signed off on you. That just leaves my signature and you're outta here."
"So sign the damned paper." Sheila growled, "I wanna get the hell outta here."
"Okay, Sheila." Anne chuckled as she signed her name, "Here you go. You're free now. Just don't forget your meds. You're gonna need to take 'em for a while."
"For how long?" The green-skinned adventuress asked with a frown.
"Only a couple of weeks." Dr. Possible replied, "Then I want you here for a follow up. If everything checks out okay, you'll be good to go. Until then…" the neurosurgeon admonished, "Keep to a light routine. Nothing strenuous and no using your powers. Give your body a chance to heal. Now unless you have any more questions?" Smiling as the dark-haired ex-villainess shook her head, Anne jokingly commanded, "Okay…you three get the hell outta here. I got patients who need this room."
"Yes, Mum." Tara chuckled as she crooked her finger, gesturing to her old friend and sometime lover, "Come on, Cheeky. Let's get you the hell outta here and moved into your new place."
"Where's your boyfriend?" Shego asked as the trio walked out the door.
"He's spending time with his babushka today." Hope replied, "He always does on the first Saturday of the month."
"Yeah." Tara affirmed, "We're going to meet up with him later. You're welcome to join."
"Nah." Sheila shook her head, "That's okay. I just want to get into my new digs and relax."
"That's cool." Hope responded, "Come on…let's get you moved in. We've cruised by the place, Betty kept her promise—it's nice."
"We also swept it for bugs." Tara grinned, "Found the one they wanted us to find and two more. Don't worry, Cheeky, we deactivated them." The blonde Englishwoman then cautioned, "You're gonna need to check regularly, and be sure to leave the one in the kitchen active so that Betty doesn't get too mad. We've set it up where you can activate a white noise generator that'll keep it from picking up anything if you want any privacy."
"Thanks Cutie…you too Cheerleader." Shego replied, trying in vain to avoid choking up, "And thank that Russki hunk of yours and the Princess for me too."
"We will, Cheeky." Tara smiled, "Now…let's get you moved in."
Kim and Josh
"C'mon loverboy!" Kim grinned as she zipped up her pants and put on a white t-shirt with a pink heart in the middle, "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. After our little practice session, I need to put some calories in me."
"We better get something to eat then." Josh grinned as he exited the bathroom. Walking over to his girlfriend, he gave her a quick kiss. "Hmmm…you smell good."
"You do too." Kim chuckled, "Guess it's all those pheromones we've been pumping out."
"Pheromones?" Josh raised his eyebrows as his lips turned up in a smirk.
"Hey…" Kim laughed, "Don't forget, you're talking to the only girl who got an A in Mr. Zygote's biology class." Linking arms, she grinned, "C'mon, stud. Ian should be by to pick you up by the time we're done with breakfast, and I gotta get going to the workshop before the orientation session begins." As the pair walked out the room, closing the door behind them, a melancholy cloud seemed to appear above the redhead as she frowned.
"Something wrong, love?" Josh asked as he immediately picked up on his lover's change of mood.
"I was just thinking about something Mom said to me before we went away for the weekend." Kim replied, "She was telling me that sooner or later—preferably sooner—I'm gonna need to tell Dad about us. I was just thinking about how I was going to break the news to him…"
"You mean how we're going to tell him." Josh quickly corrected his girlfriend. "I'm not going to let you face your father on your own. I intend to be right there with you when you have that talk with him and I will be at your side no matter what."
"Even if it means getting sent on a one way deep space probe through a black hole?" Kim chuckled.
"Even then." Josh replied with grin.
"Then my Dad's gonna have to make it a probe for two because I'm gonna be in the seat beside you when we go through that black hole." Kim smiled warmly at her boyfriend before giving him a kiss, "I love you, Josh Mankey."
"And I love you, Kim Possible."
A couple of days later—Tri-City Maximum Security Prison for Men
"How was your weekend, Captain?"
"It was great, Mark." Camille Leon, now shifted into the guise of Captain Forrester, the man in charge of the prison wing housing Dr. Drakken, replied with a smile. "Caught a five pound rainbow trout. Broiled him and served him up with hush puppies and beer."
"Mmmm…sounds good." The corrections officer currently manning the desk responded. "So…who goes out on today's road detail, Sir?"
"Hmmm…" Camille made a display of consulting and examining the inmate roster before picking out several names—including Drakken's. "We'll send these inmates out. It looks like they could use the exercise."
"You're including Blue Boy on the list?" Mark questioned, "He almost always refuses work detail assignments."
"Make sure he understands that if he wants any points for early release, he'd better go out on this detail." Camille instructed. "Besides Blue could go with some fresh air and a little hard work won't hurt him."
"I'll break the news to him personally." Mark grinned.
"Great." Camille replied, further declaring, "Because we're letting Blue out, I want to take personal charge of this detail—just in case he tries something stupid."
"Yes, Sir." The duty officer acknowledged. "I'll get Blue and round up the work detail."
"Excellent." The shapeshifter nodded, "I'll be in the yard when you're ready." After making sure that Mark had left the office and that no one could overhear, Camille activated her comm. "Phase one completed, Adrena. Moving on to phase two. Be ready."
"Freaky."
Shaking her head at her accomplice's trademark quip, a slight grin appeared on the shapeshifter's face. Time to get a move on. The real Forrester should be waking up soon.
Possible home just before Kim's return
"You know she's going to need a car, James." Anne declared, joining her husband on the couch.
"No." Mr. Dr. Possible shook his head, "She's too young."
"She just turned seventeen." Mrs. Dr. Possible sighed, "She has her license and once she passes driver's ed she'll be fully certified to drive on her own."
"No." The rocket scientist growled, obstinately refusing to yield. "She's not ready."
"When will she be ready then?" Anne patiently queried, "When she becomes a senior? Starts college? Gets married? When?"
"When I decide she's ready." James stubbornly replied, "And she isn't ready yet."
"What if she passes the driver's ed course with a B or better?" Anne offered as a compromise solution.
"An A or nothing." Mr. Dr. Possible countered, setting his terms. "If she gets an A, then we can talk about her getting a car."
"No." Anne shook her head, setting her terms, "She gets an A—she gets the car. It's only fair. The state only requires a C or better and you're insisting on an A. If that doesn't work for you, then you can get used to sleeping on the couch."
"That's blackmail." James grumbled.
"Yes." Anne nodded, "It is. So…do we have a deal or should I get the sheets and a pillow for you?"
"We have a deal." Dr. Mr. Possible reluctantly agreed.
"Good." Mrs. Dr. Possible smirked, "Glad you decided to see it my way."
Possible Home—Kim's return
"Mom! Dad!" Kim called out as she entered her home, closing the door behind her. "I'm home!"
"Kimmie-cub!" James called out with a big smile on his face as he greeted his daughter. "Did you have a good time? There weren't any boys there—were there?"
Smiling at her father, the young redhead replied, "Yes, Dad, I had a great time." Seeing her mother, Kim waved, "Hi Mom!" speaking to both her parents, the young teen reported on her weekend, carefully leaving out certain important details—the most important of which being the loss of her virginity. "I learned a lot of new techniques and moves that I'm gonna try to work into our program for next year. I think if we can get those moves down, we'll have a good shot at winning State."
"That's good to hear, Kim." Anne smiled, "We're glad you had a good time."
"We sure are Kimmie-cub." James added, "So...did you make any new friends?"
"I got to know a few of the cheerleaders who came in from Denver." Kim replied, "And got a chance to spend some time with the cheerleaders from Eastland, Upperton High, and Lowton, as well as a few from Middleton College and Upperton U."
"That's good." James nodded, "What about boys?"
"Dad!" Kim sighed, "You know I'm dating Josh exclusively. Yes, there were other boys there, and yes, I did talk to a few of them to be sociable, but it didn't go beyond that. In case you haven't figured it out yet, I don't cheat on the boy I'm going out with."
"I know you don't Kimmie-cub." James apologized, "And I'm sorry if you thought I did. Forgive me?"
"Of course, Daddy." Kim smiled as she put her arms around her father's neck and hugged him. "I love you."
"I love you too, Pumpkin."
Breaking from her hug, Kim glanced at the stairs as she picked up her bags, "If you don't mind, I gotta go and unpack."
"Go right on ahead, Kimmie-cub." James smiled indulgently at his daughter. "When you're done, come and join me in the study. I wanna show you what we've done on the Minerva-2 probe."
"You bet." Kim grinned, "I can't wait to see what you've got."
Watching as her daughter made her way up the stairs, Anne smiled warmly at her husband. "I love you too, my Atlas Rocket of Love and I can't wait to see what you've got."
Taking his wife in his arms, James gave her a passionate kiss. "All systems are go."
"And you're ready for lift off." Anne teased back, "Why don't you go up to the bedroom. I want to talk to Kimmie for just a bit and then I'll join you. Don't worry, rocket man…I'll tell her that something came up."
"Vroom."
Chuckling as her husband climbed the stairs, Anne made her own way up. Pausing at her daughter's door, she knocked. "Kim? Can I come in?"
"Come in, Mom."
Entering her daughter's room, she saw Kim taking what was obviously a very sexy piece of lingerie out of one of her bags. "Is that what you wore?" She asked, simultaneously blushing and trying in vain to maintain a stern expression on her face.
"Uhhh…yeah…Mom." Kim stammered as she put the lingerie in her drawer and closed it.
"I take it that it achieved the desired result." Anne quietly remarked as she sat down on the edge of the bed and motioned for her daughter to join her.
"Yeah, Mom. It did." Kim smiled warmly as she remembered her boyfriend's reaction when he saw her in it.
"So…" Anne asked in a gentle tone of voice, "How was it?"
"It was…" Kim smiled, "It was…wonderful. He was kind and gentle and sweet. It was everything I was hoping it would be. I mean…" she blushed, "You gotta remember, we're both kinda new at it…"
"I understand." Mrs. Dr. Possible chuckled, "Everyone's first time is a little…okay, sometimes it's a lot…clumsy."
"And yeah…" Kim admitted, "It hurt some at first. It was just like what you and Ms. Dowdy—you remember her, the health teacher—said it would be like the first time. But…it got better and Josh was so gentle. He took his time and…"
"I get the picture, Dear." Anne replied, her smile a little bittersweet. "It's like I told you, I'd have been happier if we were having this conversation a year or two down the line, but we're having it now, and…well…I'm glad that your first time was good and that you were with someone as kind and gentle as Josh. Not all women are so fortunate. My best friend in high school's first time was in the backseat of her boyfriend's car. Then, when he got back to school, the first thing he did was brag to his friends."
"Josh would never do that." Kim replied, immediately rising to the defense of her lover.
"I know." Anne smiled warmly. "He's a good man and I don't think he'd ever do anything to hurt you."
"You're right, Mom." Kim smiled back, "He wouldn't." Fidgeting slightly, the lovely redhead asked her mother, "Ummm…I'll understand if you don't want to talk to me about it, but how was…"
"My first time?" Anne smiled as fond memories resurfaced, "I was like you, Kim, I was with a good man. I told you about him when we went on that school trip—didn't I?"
"Yeah." Kim nodded her head, "He's the one who went to another college and you just couldn't make a long distance relationship work."
"Right." Anne nodded, "I also told you we stay in touch—right?"
"Yeah." Kim replied, "You exchange emails and he's got a family."
"That's right." The redheaded neurosurgeon affirmed before imparting some maternal wisdom to her daughter, "Honey…I'm not going to lie to you…high school relationships rarely last beyond high school…so…take joy in each day you spend together."
"We will, Mom." Kim vowed.
"I know." Anne sighed, "So…have you thought about what you're going to tell your father—and when?"
"Yeah." Kim nodded, "Right now it's a matter of figuring out how and when."
"It always is, my dear." Anne advised, "Just don't wait too long before you tell him."
"We won't Mom. We're gonna tell him when the time's right." Kim promised.
"We?"
"Josh told me that he's gonna be with me when it's time and we're gonna tell him together." Her voice filled with pride, she declared, "He said that he was going to stand beside me no matter what—even if he got sent on a one-way trip to a black hole." Chuckling, Kim finished, "I told him that Dad had better make that a probe for two because I was gonna be right there beside him."
"You've got a fine man there, Kim." Anne smiled as she rose to her feet, "And I'm proud to have helped raise a brave and beautiful woman. I'll talk to you later, Dear. Right now, there's a rocket on the launchpad itching to take off."
"TMI, Mom!" Kim laughed, "TMI!" As her mother walked out the door, Kim recalled her last words before she left. When her mother referred to her and Josh, she didn't add on the tag 'young' to man or woman. It was 'man' and 'woman.' It was then that Kim realized that her mother considered her to be an adult. "Now…" the lovely redhead sighed, shaking her head, "If I can only get Dad to see that."
Ron and Zita
"I told you it gets better." Ron chuckled as he talked to his bestest friend on the phone. "Does the Ronster ever lie?"
"Nope." Kim chuckled, "The Ronster never lies."
"Is that Kim, Ron?" Zita asked as she joined her boyfriend on his bed.
"Yep." Ron replied, giving his girlfriend a quick kiss.
"Hi, Kim!" The lovely Latina called out as her boyfriend activated the phone's speaker.
"Hi Zita!" Kim answered back, "I was about to tell Ron to tell you that you were right—practice does make perfect."
"So I'm guessing the two of you got in a lot of practice this weekend." Zita teased as her boyfriend started nibbling her ear. "Hmmm…that feels good…"
"Oh we sure did." Kim replied chuckling, "It sounds like the two of you are about to get in some practice of your own so I'll cut this short. You guys going to the Booster awards?"
"Sorry, Kim." Ron replied, "We're having dinner at Zita's folks and her Mom is fixing her killer pork carnitas and avocado salad and tres leches cake."
"Yum." Kim exclaimed, her mouth watering, "Well…you two remember me while I'm trying to chew the rubber chicken and chip my way through the hard mashed potatoes. Oh…one other thing…what did you two have down for the pool?"
"You know about that, Kim?" Ron asked, astonished.
"Of course, silly." Kim chuckled, "It's kinda hard to keep something like that hidden with all the loose lips around here. So…"
"Jeremy wouldn't take our bets." Ron admitted.
"Insider knowledge." Zita chuckled.
"Yeah." Kim laughed, "He wouldn't take mine either. But he did give me a discount on his transaction fee for the next bet I make with him. Well…guess I'll find out who won tomorrow when we ladies have our get-together at Lady Di's. You gonna be there, Zita?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Kim." The brown-skinned young woman laughed, "See ya tomorrow."
"Catch you tomorrow at BN, Kim." Ron declared as Zita began tickling him.
Chuckling, Kim quipped, "I'll let you two get to doing what you're gonna do. See ya tomorrow! Bye!"
Prison Work Detail—State Road 38
"Out of the van and get to work." Camille Leon, still in the guise of Captain Forrester ordered as the inmates, including Dr. Drakken, filed out of the van and picked up their trash bags and tools. Scanning the area, the shapeshifter at once spied one guard standing with a shotgun keeping a close eye on the inmates and another with a night stick standing on the opposite side. The driver remaining near the van also wielded a shotgun.
Walking up and down the road, Camille presented the image of a supervisor maintaining watch over his charges as she activated her comm and murmured, "Adrena. Are you in position?"
"Ready when you are." The disgraced daredevil responded from her cloaked flyer hovering overhead.
"When I give the word, take out the guard on the left with the shotgun. I'll take care of the driver by the car. Then we deal with the man with the nightstick."
"Gotcha."
"Give me a minute to get into position." Camille ordered as she approached the guard standing by the van. "Got a light?" Camille asked as she took out a cigarette. "Mine died on me before we left."
"Sure thing, Cap." The guard responded, setting down his shotgun as he fished in his pockets for a lighter.
Seizing her opportunity, Camille struck, dealing a roundhouse kick to the guard, quickly following it up with a knockout punch. "Now!"
"Freaky!" Adrena shouted as she jumped from the lowest run of a ladder hanging from the flyer on top of the other shotgun carrying guard, striking him feet first in the back. Moving with lightning reflexes, she easily dodged the last guard's clumsy swing with his baton, dealing him a back kick that brought him down to the ground screaming in pain just as Camille arrived to deliver the knockout punch.
"Well done, my new assistants." Drakken praised, clapping his hands, "Now…release me from these chains."
"Sure thing, Dr. D." Camille, now shifted back into her normal form, replied as she unlocked the mad scientists shackles. She then took an electronic device out of her pocket and pressed a button. As the flyer decloaked, the blonde shapeshifter guided it by remote control to a smooth landing nearby. "We're ready when you are, Doctor." Camille declared, helping the mad scientist into the flyer as Adrena took the pilot's seat.
"Where to, Boss?" Adrena asked as she reactivated the flyer's cloaking device and took off into the air.
"My new Caribbean lair." Drakken replied with an evil cackle. "Resources must be gathered and plans made for my inevitable conquest of the world—and revenge against Kim Possible and everyone and everything she holds dear."
Lady Di's Tea Shoppe
"Hey girls!" Jessica grinned as she joined her friends already at the table. "Who are we waiting on?"
"Tara, Hope, Zita and our guest of honor." Liz quipped as a silver Alfa Romeo Spyder convertible carrying a blonde and a redhead and a black with gold trim Mustang Shelby GT carrying two tanned brunettes pulled into the parking lot. "Whelp…looks like they're here."
"So…I wonder who won the pool?" Crystal asked as she took a sip of Oolong tea.
"It wasn't me." Zoe grinned as she poured milk into her Lapsang Souchong tea. "I picked last Saturday."
"So…what day did you pick, Jess?" Crystal asked.
"I ain't tellin'." The freckle-faced blonde joked back with a coy grin.
"Hullo, ladies." Tara quipped as she and the guest of honor took their seats, followed soon after by Hope and Zita. "I now call this week's meeting of the Middleton Tea and Gossip Circle to order. Secretary…" her lips turned up in a mischievous grin as she turned to her roommate, partner, and best friend, "What's our first item of business?"
Standing up, Hope cleared her throat dramatically. "It is my proud duty to announce that one of members' V-Card has officially expired. Kimberly Anne Possible. You are hereby ordered to immediately turn in your V-Card."
Trying in vain to keep from giggling as her face reddened, Kim stood up and took out a piece of paper, handing it to her raven-haired best female friend. "I officially, in front of everyone, surrender my V-Card."
Taking the piece of paper, Hope then declared, "Madame Chair…It is now time to place the call."
Taking out her phone, Tara hit the speed dial. Moments later, a Cockney accented voice called out from the phone's speaker.
"Hullo? That you, Sweet Buns?"
"We've got a date and time, Jeremy." Tara smirked.
"You know the rules, Sweet Buns. Gotta come from Red to make it official. Put 'er on."
"Hey, Jeremy." Kim blushed as she spoke to the London bookie.
"Right luv, date, place, and time."
Taking a deep breath and exhaling, the red-faced woman announced, "Friday night. Hotel Maxim, Upperton. Between 8 and 9 PM."
"Right." The bookie responded, "Give me a moment Sweet Buns. Okay…and the winner is…Jessica Sundstrum."
"I won! I won! I won!" The freckle faced blonde cried out in triumph as she pumped her fists and danced around the table, "I won!"
His laughter coming through the speaker Jeremy informed his favorite customer, "I'll wire the lady's winnings to your account, luv. You can write her out a check or just pay her cash. So…while I've got you here…anyone wanna place bets on the US vs. England women's football game?"
"Put me down for my usual on England, luv." Tara grinned, chuckling at the cross faces from her American friends, "Hey, luvs…take a look at my t-shirt. Union Jack. Who'd you think I was gonna bet on."
"Put me down for a hundred on the US." Hope announced.
"Me too." Kim requested. "A hundred on the US."
"Anyone else? What about you, Freckles. Wanna take a chance and put up some o' the winnings you just got?"
"Oh…what the hell." Jessica laughed, "Put me down for 25 bucks on the US."
"Right." The Cockney bookie responded, "I'll call you up after the game, Sweet Buns, and you can pass on the news to 'em. Take care of yourself. You too Sweet Lips and Red."
"And now for the next item on our agenda." Tara announced with a wicked grin and wink. "We have someone new to our little group whose V-Card has also officially expired. Will Zita Flores please rise, come forward and surrender your V-Card."
Blushing and giggling, the lovely Latina walked up to the blonde English adventuress and turned in an index card. Repeating what Kim had said earlier, Zita announced, "I officially, in front of everyone, surrender my V-Card."
"Your loss of virginal status has been officially recognized." Tara quipped, then added in a sincere tone of voice, "And welcome to our crazy little gang. Now that the ceremonies have been dispensed with. Let the gossiping commence!"
