The Kimmatrix: Matrix Shutdown
A Fan Fiction Fusion By
Classic Cowboy and Turles
Chapter 3: Trinity
"We write our destiny…we become what we are."
- Madame Chiang Kai-Shek
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"You're lying…" Kim's voice had trembled as the horrible news that Ron had to deliver registered with her, but she refused to believe it was true and she looked at anywhere else around her, the streets, the car, the sky…anywhere except at her husband, Ron.
"You don't know how badly I want to be, Kim," Ron stated with a sigh, his voice trembling as well, trying with all that he could to hold back his tears, "They're gone…I tried…I really tried to save them, KP…but there…there was nothing I could do."
"Bullshit…" Kim stated firmly at Ron, calling him a liar to his face. Her look was enough to possibly frighten Agent Smith himself, Ron could see in her emerald eyes the way they resonated with anger, denial, hurt, and sadness. "I died and you saved me…why couldn't you save them?"
"If I could, I would have, KP," Ron had replied with the scene of Mister and Misses Possible's death playing over and over again in his mind. He tried his hardest to shut it out but the memory still kept coming at him. He reached his arms out to Kim, hoping she would come closer to hug him. Instead, she moved herself further down the park bench, widening the chasm between them.
"You know that my powers are different in and out of the Matrix," Ron had tried to explain why he couldn't and felt evermore powerless. He could feel his own tears roll down his face despite his fight to hold them back, "All the power in the Matrix and I couldn't save them…I'm sorry, Kim. You don't know how sorry…You know that they were like my own parents as well."
"Sorry, Ron," Kim had apologized to her husband in a very unconvincing manner, still silently refusing to look at him in the eye. Maybe it was because if she looked she could see him crying and that would solidify the reality of her parents' death, "it's just really…a big shock…give me time to process all of this…okay?"
Kim still didn't look at her husband's face, but she could guess that he was nodding at her request.
"I guess I'll go back to the others," Ron stated.
Kim then turned to look at him to find that he had already gotten off of the bus bench and was about to head off down the alleyway to meet with the crews of the Mad Dog and the Neb Two. It had become too much for Kim. Quickly, she got off the bench and to her love and wrapped her arms around his waist while she laid her head against his back.
Ron, feeling the tightness around his waist, it became too much for him as well, he turned around to face Kim. With her head against his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around her. He felt safe in those arms, and she gave him silent permission to cry. He brought his face next to Kim's and kissed her cheek.
"We'll get through this," Ron sniffled, "And I'll make those bastards pay for what they've done."
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Back in the alleyway, the crews of the Mad Dog and the Neb Two looked to see Kim and Ron coming back to meet with them. They looked sympathetically at the couple, having since spread the fate of Napster and Kazaa Possible to those that didn't know. Ron had his sunglasses back on, and so did Kim, probably to hide their tears. They walked up to the group with Kim clinging to Ron's arm for support.
Ron cleared his throat.
"So, what's the game plan, Morpheus?" Ron had asked.
"The Mad Dog's going to join the fleet at Jericho," Morpheus had reported, "The Neb Two should head there as well for repairs and to drop off the refugees from Zion that we're carrying."
"Stoppable," Barkin called to Ron, "I mean…Neo. The people at Jericho will need you more than we do. Since Commander Locke was a casualty in the evacuation, the people will look to your for leadership."
"What will you be doing?" Ron had asked Morpheus.
"We'll find out what the machines are up to in the Matrix," Morpheus had answered.
"And Smith?"
"We'll be careful to avoid him at all costs," Morpheus had assured Ron, "but the more important issue is to get you to the fleet. They'll need you more than ever to lead them."
"But…but," Ron stammered, "I can't lead them…how am I supposed to?"
"I know this," Morpheus said, stepping closer to Ron and placing a supportive hand on his shoulder, "Because the Oracle had told me…exactly what I needed to hear. She told me that when the time came, you would know what to do to lead us to peace."
"We'll be okay, Ron," Kim had backed her captain up as she gave her husband's hand a gentle squeeze, "I believe in you."
"So while the Mad Dog and the Neb Two head to Jericho, what're you going to do?" Ron had asked Morpheus.
"The only thing we can," Morpheus answered, "We're going to talk to the Merovingian."
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At the Merovingian's restaurant, the crew of the Neb Two came out of the elevator with the determination of people on a mission. They never gave a look to anyone along the way to the server's podium. When they got there, they were met by a bleached blonde woman with abnormally tanned skin and overly scrawny figure, she looked like a Barbie doll that had been grown to full size and given some form of life.
"Hello!" The Barbie woman greeted the Neb Two crew, her voice high and irritating like a California Valley Girl. Kim was half expecting her to use the word 'like' in every other word in her sentence, instead she had to endure, "Like, do you have an appointment?"
Kim had answered back quickly to that annoying voice with a leap nearly five feet into the air, and flying roundhouse kick to the side of the Barbie girl's head. As the valley girl server hit the black, shining floor, Kim landed back on her feet and looked to her crewmates.
"Subtle much, Kimberly?" Morpheus asked, laying out his own sarcasm, while he drew his weapons, seeing as how they were going to be met by the Merovingian's guards.
"So I'm cranky," Kim snapped at her captain while she popped her knuckles.
From around the corners and from within the restaurant at least fifty men appeared, all armed and ready to shoot on sight. Yet, before they could even cock their guns and take aim, Kim had already started kicking ass. She was a force of nature as she kicked, punched, swiped, chopped, head butted, and body slammed all the men that were coming from the restaurant. The fight (if it could be called that) was over in nearly a minute after Kim had made a flip kick to the last man's chin, sending him flying onto his back while Kim landed back on her feet. Meanwhile, the Neb Two crew watched in bewildered wonderment at what Kim had done.
"Ahhhh. That felt good!" Kim smiled happily as she stretched.
"Damn…" Ghost uttered to himself while looking around at the unconscious and injured men of the Merovingian's.
"Well, that was a waste of gun programs," Niobe commented.
"Now for the frog," Kim stated with the same kind of pumped up emotion like when she wanted to kick ass as bad as the men on the floor.
While she led the way, Ghost had leaned over to Niobe and whispered:
"Remind me not to piss her off, ever," He stated, worried that his ass would be next.
"That makes two of us," Niobe had answered back.
The Neb Two crew moved about through the Merovingian's Restaurant, but were instantly stunned. There was not a single person sitting down to enjoy the French cuisine that the restaurant served. Not only were there no people in that restaurant, but all the tables and chairs were gone, the room that was once an elegant dining hall seemed as bare as the day the place was finished.
Looking around, they quickly saw the only thing that was remaining in the restaurant: a long table at the far end of the room. The Neb Two crew expected to find the Merovingian sitting there sipping wine and having that arrogant smirk on his face. Instead they found his wife, Persephone, sitting there alone.
They weren't there to ask what had happened or why Persephone was in the restaurant by herself; they needed information. The four of them came directly to the table and looked at Persephone from behind their sunglasses.
"Where's the Merovingian?" Morpheus has asked in a stern demand.
"My husband is not here," Persephone answered as she stood up, "He is one with Smith now, but there is something I wish to discuss with Kim…Stoppable…"
"What about?" Kim asked, being very snippy about her question.
"Come with me," Persephone instructed as she headed off to the left of the long table she was sitting at.
Kim followed, probably of her Blue Fox nature. She couldn't resist something as challenging as what was happening. Simply put, she just wanted to know what Persephone was going on about. She watched as the elegant wife to the Merovingian pulled out her ring of keys before she came to the simple set of double doors. After she had turned the key and opened them, the Neb Two crew was not surprised when they found themselves in such a different surrounding. That's what happens after years of fighting in the Matrix, it's learned not to be too surprised at certain things.
They had arrived in a vast room, one that was almost like a library with desks and tables in the middle of the room, while at the end there were two levels where there were rows upon rows of books. The last detail that caught their eyes was on the walls, between the double doors and the split level library at the end, the walls were covered with pictures. They weren't exactly paintings that one would expect to find in a library, they were more like photographs. Except what made them even more unusual was the sight that each of the photographs was moving, as if each photograph was a television screen. It was only when the Neb Two crew looked closer that they saw something that truly surprised them. The pictures on the walls that moved in each frame were pictures of Neo on the left wall and pictures of Trinity on the right wall, every single one taken from different parts of their life.
"What's this?" Kim asked, looking from one clip of Neo and Trinity's life to the next.
"This is our study," Persephone answered Kim's question.
Kim brought her attention to Persephone because she had a good hunch that she was going to hear more of an explanation about the study. Looking at Persephone, Kim felt put off when she found that she was being glared at. It was the kind of glare that she would get from her mother when she did something wrong as a child.
"This is the experiment that you ruined," Persephone laid the blame to Kim.
"What?" Kim asked, feeling very confused by what was going on.
"Do you believe that you are Ron's soul mate?" Persephone asked, sounding very demanding of Kim, "Do you honestly believe that you are the reincarnation of Trinity?"
"I…" Kim stammered, trying to make sense out of what she was hearing.
"If Kimberly is not," Morpheus interjected as he placed a supportive hand on Kim's shoulder, "Then who is?"
Persephone grew a very smug smile on her face like someone who knew that they were winning but wasn't going to tell how they were doing it. She stepped away from Kim and headed over to the left wall where the moving pictures of Neo hung. She waved her hand in front of them like a magician about to make a coin disappear. The Neb Two crew looked to the pictures and watched them make the slow transition from that dark haired man named Neo to the blonde, freckled, and Dumbo-eared boy, Ron Stoppable. Every picture on that wall showed a small snippet from his life, the Bueno Nacho event, the Millionaire incident, and even that moodulator episode that always made Kim blush to think about.
Persephone then went to the other wall where there were the moving pictures of Trinity; she waved her hand at the pictures in one motion. The Neb Two crew were left clamoring in wonder of who Trinity would turn into, their hearts racing, hoping that it was true that Trinity would turn out to be Kim. Instead, their eyes widened, when Trinity's black hair became brown, her smooth pinkish white skin became tanned, and her eyes became a deeper blue. Every one of them looked from one picture to the next seeing that Trinity did not become Kim, she became…Bonnie Rockwaller.
"No…" Kim uttered as her hands went to cover her mouth and her legs wobbled as she stepped back while her eyes looked from one picture to the next, hoping and wishing that it was all not true, "It's not true…it can't be true…it's impossible!"
"Oh, but it can," Persephone corrected Kim in her laughter at the girl's pain, "And it is… and it would have happened had it not been for you."
Kim could feel an enormous déjà vu or at the very least the biggest case of coincidence that she had ever felt. She was sick to her stomach, almost feeling the white goop that passed for food on the outside starting to rise in her throat. Not because of the stomach bug, but because it all seemed so unreal that she couldn't accept it.
"Explain yourself now," Morpheus had demanded of Persephone.
"Simple," Persephone stated with a shrug on her shoulders, "Ron was meant to be with Bonnie…but then she came along and infatuated him to the point that he ignored what made sense. We…gave them both a chance to be together…to be happy, and have a chance at a future together, but Ron chose the one that would only lead to the destruction of everything we worked toward!"
After her rant, Persephone looked back at Kim, who was still trying her best to come to grips with the truth. She came closer to Kim, but this time she didn't have that angry and bitter look that she had minutes ago, instead she was looking at Kim almost with a type of sympathy.
"I can feel it though," Persephone spoke softly to Kim, "You love him. Tell me…would you die for him? I'm not speaking of fighting with a risk of losing your life. I speak of…giving up…sacrificing your life and your future for him…a man that you now know belongs to another?"
"I would," Kim stated without hesitation and with almost a growl, forcing her point to Persephone as she stared into her eyes.
"Is that a fact?" Persephone had asked in such a way that it nearly sounded as if she was purring, like some kind of seductress moving closer to her.
"Even if he doesn't belong with me…I belong with him," Kim defiantly stated, her voice cracking slightly as she tried to fight back the urge to cry, before she added, "And that's all there is to say about it."
After Kim made her last defiance against what she heard from Persephone, she felt a single tear roll down her cheek to the corner of her mouth. She looked through her blurry, tear-filled vision at Persephone who had come very close to Kim. She felt her reaching up to Kim's face to wipe away the tear. Kim didn't want to be touched by her, so she tried to pull back as Persephone had wiped away the tear. As Kim tried to back away, she felt a hand holding the back of her head preventing her retreat. Kim was about to try to get out of it, but then the most unexpected thing had happened. She looked forward to watch Persephone leaning in quickly for a kiss with her. All Kim could do was open her eyes in shock at what happened. She did open her mouth to let out a small gasp, but soon found that to be a very grave error when she felt Persephone's tongue wriggling past her lips and to her own. She could even feel Persephone slipping her hand around Kim's waist as if she had been waiting to do this ever since they met.
Persephone finally broke the kiss, letting Kim go, who was just shocked as could be by what had happened. She suddenly had a pretty good idea of what Ron felt like when she kissed him during that whole moodulator episode.
"Now this is interesting indeed," Persephone moaned as if the kiss with Kim had given her an orgasm. She began to rub her lips with her fingertips, even licking them with her tongue. "The seeds have been planted inside you Kim Stoppable, the seeds of the greatest love there can be…a mother's love."
"What?" Kim asked, rather shocked and still glaring at her.
"Congratulations," Persephone grinned at Kim, "I'm sure if you had survived, you would have been a magnificent mother. But do not take my word for it, Kimberly Anne Stoppable, go to your Oracle."
"We're wasting our time here," Morpheus stated as he pulled the shocked and irate Kim towards the exit, "Let us find another source of information."
As the four of them were heading to the elevator, there was a great confusion. Even Ghost had to ask Morpheus:
"What'd we do now, sir?"
The second he asked that question, Kim's Kimmunicator beeped.
"Wade?" Kim asked when she turned the device on and brought it to eye level, "What's the sitch?"
"Mom says it's time she had a word with you on some things, Kim," Wade reported with a knowing smile, "Including a way to win the war and keep Ron breathing."
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Back in the real world…
Ron "Neo" Stoppable gasped as he opened his eyes to the gray, inner chambers of the Mad Dog, his chair coming back down to the loading position as he sat up. He looked around to see the rest of the crew gathering in the semi-circle of jack chairs.
"Okay people, listen up," Barkin called to everyone's attention, "We've got some work to do. Tater, you and Sparks ready the broadcast system for wide coded communications. Tres and Neo, you two prep the Mad Dog for launch. We need to get to Jericho as soon as humanly possible."
"No," Bonnie snapped at Captain Barkin's orders, "I'll help Sparks; let Brick help Stoppable prep the ship."
"Tres," Barkin snapped back, pulling rank, "You will do as you're told, as long as you serve aboard my ship."
"Screw you, old man!" Bonnie snarled at her commanding officer before she stomped out of the jack chamber.
"THIS IS INSUBORDINATION!" Barkin shouted back, getting the last word in edgewise.
"Let me handle this," Ron stepped in. He left the Jack Room and went down the hallway to Bonnie's quarters. As he stood outside the door, he thought to himself, "This is going to be settled here and now."
"Stoppable!" Bonnie screamed when Ron came into the room, "What if I was undressed!"
"Nothing I haven't already seen, Rockwaller," Ron stated smugly to Bonnie who was just sitting on the edge of the bed in her quarters, "You mind telling me why you hate me so much? For as long as I can remember, inside or out of the Matrix, you've had a problem with me and Kim. I just want to know why. Are you still pissed about what happened during your fight with Kim?"
"It has nothing to do with that, but it does have to do with Kim," Bonnie said, looking up at Ron. Her blue eyes were filled with tears that flowed down her cheeks, "We should be together, not you and Possible!"
Ron looked at Bonnie with a slightly confused air about him, especially since he had noticed how Bonnie was using his last name instead of his first.
"Bonnie, we had one date…we let it get out of hand and we had sex, that's hardly a reason, don't you think?" Ron asked, allowing his voice to rise slightly.
"You really don't remember, do you?" Bonnie asked, her tears continuing to flow down her cheek.
"Remember what?" Ron asked, more confused than ever.
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Back in the Matrix…
Kim "Angel" Stoppable had arrived at the Oracle's apartment, she came alone, since she and the others now knew the truth about who Ron was destined to be with, the Neb Two crew decided to leave her alone. She didn't even knock at the door; she simply stormed her way through the living room into the kitchen like some kind of Juggernaut. In the kitchen, she found the Oracle sitting at the round table, casually puffing on her cigarette, while the smell of smoke mixed with the sweet aroma from the tray of fresh cookies on the table.
"Okay, what was Persephone talking about with Ron and Bonnie being soul mates?" Kim demanded from the Oracle, who seemed to take no notice or offense from Kim's rudeness, "And what about me being a mother? Or about me screwing something up? And how can we win without Ron going down like Neo?"
The Oracle didn't answer immediately, but took another puff of her cigarette.
"Talk, old woman!" Kim ordered.
The Oracle had come to the end of her cigarette; she shoved it into the ashtray, smothering it out. She then went to the tray of cookies, picked them up while she got out of her seat, and then brought them over to Kim.
"Cookie?" She asked in a similar way to Grandma Possible offering Kim some of her lemon squares.
Kim's frustration had reached the exploding point.
"Screw the goddamn cookies, woman!" She screamed as she took the plate and threw it across the kitchen, where it crashed against one of the cabinets, shattering into dozens of fragments of peanut butter cookies and glass, before Kim screamed once more at the Oracle, "Talk!"
"Boy," The Oracle commented, not looking a bit surprised but rather commenting as if she was saying 'that's strange', "Those hormones are really working, aren't they honey? I certainly do pity Ron."
Looking at the mess she made, Kim had immediately felt remorse.
"I'm so sorry, Oracle," Kim apologized, "I just don't know what's going on or what's wrong with me."
"Don't worry about it, honey," The Oracle smiled that grandmother smile, "Now to help you cool your afterburners."
The Oracle sat back down at the kitchen table, reaching for another cigarette and her lighter, but before she did, she motioned for Kim to sit down with her. Without giving any second thought to it, Kim sat down as the Oracle lit up.
"Okay, let's start with the basics," The Oracle started her explanation after taking a short drag from her cigarette, "The whole soul mate thing, that's just a theory on their parts. Like the wedding vows say: ''til death do us part.' That usually makes the whole soul mate thing null and void, so you can stop panicking about Ron being alone on that big ol' ship with Ms. Rockwaller. He has feelings for her, that's the truth, but he is completely head over heels for you.
"But…" Kim started to ask, but began to tremble from the fear of the answer, "I'm not the reincarnation of Trinity, am I?"
"Nope," The Oracle had answered, then taking another drag off her cigarette, but then added, "and yep."
"Ok, vague much?"
The Oracle chuckled while she set her cigarette in her ash tray. She then got up from the table and headed toward the doorway that connected the kitchen to the rest of the apartment.
Still curious, but fearful of the answers, Kim followed the Oracle to the living room where there were all those pieces of furniture that looked as if they came out of a time warp, especially that television set, the big wooden console that was more wood than actual TV. Kim looked to find the Oracle sitting on the couch with the TV's control in her hand and a smile on her face.
"Let's watch some TV shall we?" The Oracle asked, pushing the power button for the TV.
At first, Kim was about to question, very irritably, where the point of all this was going, but then she heard a very familiar voice coming from the television speakers, while the screen was still warming up.
"Mommy," A little girl's voice had pleaded, "I wanna stay home with you, daddy, and my baby sister."
Kim instantly remembered all of it, but the screen of the television had confirmed what she remembered. She saw a little girl with her red hair in pigtails and a little blue dress clinging to her pregnant mother's leg with a look on her face that would come to be called her "Puppy Dog Pout".
"Remember her, Kim?" The Oracle asked.
Kim nodded as she sat down next to the Oracle, never taking her eyes off the television screen.
"Now, let's fast forward it a little to what was supposed to be a year ago," The Oracle had presented as her thumb pressed a button that made the television screen fast forward over hundreds, if not thousands, of images before stopping upon a very bizarre sight.
On the screen, Kim saw another girl. There was something very familiar about her, but at the same time she was so different…so alien to the eyes of Kim Stoppable. The girl had reddish hair that was messy, unkempt, and looked as if she had never heard of such a thing as hair care products. The girls face was the same way, unclean and covered with zits, white with red perimeters and small black spots that were deep in her skin. She had a pair of coke-bottle-lens-glasses that magnified her green eyes many times over. The girl's clothes were truly baggy, hiding the figure underneath, which tied into how the girl held a small stack of books to her chest as if they would save her life. This girl that Kim looked at on the screen hid herself behind her books, baggy clothes, and ratty, unkempt hair as she moved through the hall of a high school, avoiding all contact with anyone. As Kim looked, the dots had connected…
"Is that…" Kim paused, "is that supposed to be me?"
"Bingo, Kimmie," The Oracle smiled, "That is who you're supposed to be, but it isn't, now is it?"
Kim shook her head, her mouth gaping open as she looked at the reality that was on the television screen.
"Something happened," The Oracle explained, "When you were just a little girl, probably around five years old, something that even I didn't see coming. You remember when your natural fighting instinct kicked in, or your outgoing drive to help people?"
Kim couldn't answer since her mind, like before with Persephone, was trying to wrap around this supposed reality. After all, she had found out her parents had died, that she wasn't destined to be with her husband, and, to top it all off, she wasn't even who she was supposed to be. How could anyone deal with any one of those things, let alone all of them, in one day?
"Let me give you a reminder," The Oracle stated as she changed the channel, and the Oracle and Kim watched that red haired, pig-tailed little girl chasing a red ball across the pre-school playground. That was until a young boy in a black t-shirt and jeans took the ball away from her.
"Hey!" The red-haired girl called while the hairy-handed boy tossed the ball to his friends, who kept it away from her, "Give it back! It was my turn!"
"Oh, it was your turn? We had no idea, here," The little boy held out the ball to the little girl.
The red haired girl reached for the ball, "Thanks," She smiled.
"Psyche!" The young punk laughed as he pulled the ball away from her grasp.
The bullies circled around the red haired girl, until a new voice came in.
"Leave her alone!" The voice demanded.
All of them looked to find a young, blonde haired boy with freckles, large ears, and a red shirt with a teddy bear's face on it.
"It's her turn!" The blonde haired boy defended the red haired girl, "Taking turns is the basic foundation of pre-school. The Jungle Law of Day Care is behind us. We have structure! We have rules!"
"Get him," the young, pale-skinned boy said. It was apparent that he was the ring leader of the schoolyard bullies.
The three of them dropped the ball and pushed the red haired girl, seeing that the blonde boy took greater priority in establishing their dominance. While the bullies set their sights on their new target, the little red haired girl got back to her feet and walked away with a very defeated look on her face. As she did, she couldn't help but look back to the blonde hair boy who was being cornered at the jungle gym by the bullies who were laughing with their evil intent. It really is true; there is nothing more pure and cruel as a child. The bullies had cut off all routes of escape, and the red haired girl felt something within her: a fire that began to burn like molten lava that was ready to explode to the surface. She turned back to the jungle gym where the blonde haired boy was trying to scare them:
"I'm warning you," The blonde haired boy tried to use his own pre-school scare tactics, "I have an imaginary friend…he is huge! Rufus!"
"Hey, bullies!" The red haired girl called the bullies before she started using martial arts moves and just basically beating the snot out of the schoolyard punks with moves that the little blonde haired boy had never seen before. Until the bullies ran away, never to be heard from again, leaving behind the blonde haired boy and red haired girl to start a very beautiful friendship.
Kim smiled as she watched her younger self picking up that red ball and walk over to the little blonde haired and freckle faced boy that would become her rock. It was funny in looking back on it, it was the kind of moment where one would ask themselves, 'who knew?' But Kim had a different question,
"Ron," she uttered, "he did something to me?"
"Bingo. I'd offer you a cookie for a prize, but it seems that they've gone to pieces." The Oracle smiled at Kim, "Ron liked you and didn't want to see you hurt so he made you different. Using his innate, Anomaly abilities without his knowledge, he reformed your code to be like his subconscious image of how a strong, independent woman should be."
"Trinity?" Kim asked.
"Right again," The Oracle grinned once again. She leaned back against the couch, "So in a sense, he made you a copy of Trinity, but not a complete copy. He could bring out the parts of your code that were like hers and mold your personality and skills to the point that you would be able to handle yourself as Trinity did."
The Oracle reached out to the table in front of the couch where there was a bowl of candy, and took a single piece for herself.
"This also makes you a bit of a wild card," She continued as she unwrapped the candy, "You're not supposed to be here. You weren't supposed to befriend him. Ron and Bonnie were to get together, become the ultimate crime fighting duo, and then exit the Matrix to fight the machines, where upon Bonnie would be killed outside the Matrix. She would be followed closely by Ron who would die defending mankind against Smith." The Oracle swallowed the candy and crumpled up the tin foil as she said, "But you changed all that."
"I did?" Kim had asked.
"The Oracle smiled broadly at Kim, "Bonnie grew to dislike you, and pushed down her inner feelings for Ron, replacing them with disgust. You took her place as Ron's best friend and partner, and created an even closer friendship then would have been possible between the reincarnation of Neo and the true reincarnation of Trinity. Your dad always told you anything is possible for a Possible, well you hit the nail on the head there, kiddo. You're outside the loop. Right now, Ron is going to die and the war will continue, and drag on and on. But again, you can change all that like what you've changed so far. It's all in your hands."
"How can I save him?" Kim asked, her voice dripping with concern and desperation like syrup on pancakes.
"That I can't tell you, and I'm sorry for that." The Oracle once again smiled at Kim, but she did it in such a way that seemed like she was in pain, "I can tell you that when the time comes you'll know what to do. Ron, very shortly, is going to be in a fight that he will need your help to win, he'll need you desperately. He'll need all three of you."
"Three?" Kim asked, very surprised and overtly curious of whom the other two were.
"Congratulations, Kimmie," The Oracle gave Kim a toothy grin, "You've got two beautiful, twin baby girls on the way in just a little over eight months."
Kim kept looking at the Oracle and her toothy grin, hoping that there would be some sign that she was actually joking about the whole thing and that she wasn't pregnant. She then allowed her hands to settle over her bare midriff, she glanced down at herself, then to the Oracle who still smiled, down to her belly, back to the Oracle, and back down to herself. It had suddenly made so much sense, the morning sickness, her wild mood swings.
She vaguely remembered her mother going through the same thing when she was pregnant with the Tweebs. Then she thought that Ron and she had been together so many times that it was bound to happen.
Kim "Angel" Stoppable had done a great many things in her life; she had faced the worst of bad guys, faced her own worst fears, and even fell in love with her best friend. But there was always a first time for everything, even for the girl who could do anything as she fainted back onto the arm of the Oracle's couch.
To be continued…