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Kim Diffy: Girl of Two Centuries

By Jeune Ecrivain

Rating: K+

Summary: It is now 2026, and Phil and Keely's daughter is 15 years old. As she goes about her life with her friends, some of whom have big secrets, her father gives her a secret of her own to keep…or share with her friends.

A/N: I'm having a little trouble working a decent description of Kim into the story itself, so I'll just tell you. She's basically Keely with Phil's hair color and eye color.

Chapter 2

"Trevor, that girl needs help," Kim remarked dryly.

"That's Madam Mischief for you," replied Trevor resignedly. "Give her red hair, show biz aspirations, and a distinctive, wailing cry, and you've got Lucy Ricardo."

Kim giggled again. "Quit making me laugh!"

It's not my fault I'm funny, said Trevor's inner cartoon self smugly, sitting on a stool with a microphone in hand like a stand-up comedian. But you are kind of cute when you laugh. The animated Trevor then dropped his microphone and fell off his stool in shock. Did I just say that?

Kim snapped Trevor out of his thoughts. "So, as a cast member, I expect you to snag me a front row seat. I wanna watch you up close while you sing 'You're the One That I Want.'"
"Actually, that song is unique to the movie version. It won't be in the play," Trevor corrected.

Kim looked at him as if a great injustice had been done. "What! But that's the best song in the whole movie!"

"I tell you what. If I get the role, I'll see if I can talk Fernicello into putting it in."

"You'd do that for me?"

Trevor shrugged. "Sure. Why not? Knowing how much of a wannabe-Hollywood-guru he is, it shouldn't be too hard."

"Thanks, Trev," Kim said with a warm smile.

Trevor and Kim returned momentarily to eating their lunches, but it wasn't long before another mutual friend could be seen making his way over to their table. "…and if you wear that really fine jean skirt of yours, I'll give you a tour of my Dad's radio station!" he finished making a date over his shoulder with a tall, rather pretty girl who was still standing in line. "Holla!" he said to her with an accompanying hand gesture before taking his seat next to Trevor.

"Okay, Mark," Kim began. "Who is she?"
Mark Thomas, a buxom African-American boy with a swagger about him that was overconfident and charming at the same time, responded eagerly, "Y'all, I got a date with Felicia Dapperman! Do you know how hard that was?"

"Not very hard I would think, considering your dad's a big-time radio personality," observed Trevor.

"And let's not forget your mom, the fashion designer," added Kim.

"Well, that helped, but I like to think my charm had something to do with it," said Mark indignantly.

"Uh-huh," said Kim doubtfully.
"You got somethin' to say, Kim," challenged Mark.

"Mark, don't take this the wrong way, but your pick-up lines could be better," replied Kim.

"Oh, is that so?" said Mark defiantly. "I'll have you know…" he stopped in mid-sentence, a far away look in his eye. His mind stopped registering anything around him. Instead, he saw in his head a vivid image of Kim saying, "No offense guys, but I thought I was the normal one! Now I find out I was born years before my own father!" As quickly as the image had come, it was gone. Mark blinked.

Trevor and Kim knew that look. "The Psychic strikes again!" said Kim.
"What'd you see?" queried Trevor.

"I saw Kim, but…it doesn't make sense," replied Mark, confused.

Kim's interest was peaked. "What happened?"

"You said you were…born…somehow…before your own father."

"What? Mark, how is that possible? How can anyone be born before one of their own parents?"

"Hey, don't ask me," Mark said defensively. "I just have the visions. Interpreting them isn't always as easy as having them."

"Are you sure you heard right?" asked Trevor.

"Yes. I heard right. It happened in my own head, man," contested Mark. "She said, 'I thought I was normal, but now I find out I was born before my father.'"

"Maybe it's some kind of riddle," Kim speculated.

"Oh, great! Now some of my visions are riddles!" exclaimed Mark sarcastically. "Sometimes, I just wish this whole vision thing had skipped a generation like my mom thought it would."

"Don't worry, Mark. We'll figure it out," reassured Kim. "That's so weird, though. How can anyone be born before their father? It's impossible!"
"Yeah, 'cause without your dad having been born, there's no one for your mom to have a kid with. Either that, or she ends up having kids with someone else, but then none of those kids would be you, and…" Trevor stopped short. "This is bizarre!"

"Tell me about it," supported Mark. "I mean, I don't always interpret my visions right even when they do make sense. I'd hate to think how this one's going to turn out."