Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. Since this story is set 26 years later, all the characters under twenty-five years of age are mine.
Bopper was brought back, disarmed and handcuffed.
"This is no problem!" Bopper bragged. "I have connections!"
Kim steeled her eyes at the woman, "I'm quite aware of your connections, Miss Wolfson. Several judges are already being investigated."
Bopper was apparently surprised to hear Kim call her by name. She remained quiet and began to look somewhat worried as she was taken away.
Anne cast her mother a huge smile, "I think you burned her, Mom!"
"What was that about?" asked Don.
"She and Drakken allegedly got off last time due to some money being spread around." Kim smiled, "Bopper didn't realize that I know her father is a rich industrialist."
"So she's bankrolling Drakken's operation," said Ron.
"Probably," agreed Kim.
"So by jailing her, we disable Drakken!" said Anne.
"I hope so," Kim sat down to rest. "That's what happened when Shego left him."
Don smiled, "Flo kinda did that, right?"
Kim and Anne giggled.
"I wouldn't go that far!" said Kim.
"You make her sound like a superwoman!" scoffed Anne.
"Yeah," Ron put a hand on his wife's shoulder. "That's your mother's job."
Kim looked up her husband and whined crossly, "Ron!" Then with less volume, "I don't need any more pressure!"
"She's been through enough, Mr. S." Flo had just stepped up next to Don.
Don immediately gave her a monster hug, "You scared me so much!"
She put her arms around him in return and smiled, "Hi, Don."
"Don't you ever leave without notice again, okay?" Don said without letting go.
"No way, Boyo." Flo patted his back, "You're stuck with me."
Then they kissed.
The few agents that were still standing nearby suddenly found work to do. Ron and Anne stood by, examining the clouds and nearby trees as Kim walked over to the couple slowly.
The rest of Team Go walked up just as Kim was clearing her throat.
Don and Flo released each other a moment later, giggling self-conciously.
"Sorry, Kim." Flo blushed.
Don was still a little glass-eyed.
"I can forgive your exuberence if you can forgive my complete lack of faith," Kim said seriously.
Flo smiled at her a moment, "Done."
Kim smiled and offered her hand.
Flo shook it and then pulled Kim in for a hug.
When that was finished, Flo drew attention to her uncles and introduced them to the twins.
"It's not every day I meet a bonafide super hero," said Anne.
"Pleasure to be of service," said Migo.
"You've known Flamingo for some time," said Wego.
"She's a super hero," said his twin.
"You don't have to tell me twice," Don kissed his girlfriend again on the cheek, causing her to blush quite fiercely now.
Hego said, "She's certainly proved herself to be a Go-getter!"
"I would give her a raise, but she doesn't work for me anymore," said Kim.
Flo broke away from Don suddenly and turned to Kim, "Is that an offer?"
"Absolutely!"
Flo punched the sky, catching herself before actually cheering. "What percentage are we talking?" she managed to ask calmly.
Kim giggled, "We can discuss that on Monday at HQ."
Flo grinned, "Dinner's on me then!" She put an arm around Hego and the other around her boyfriend, so that she was between them. "C'mon, I know a great restaraunt."
Ron called over, "Is that the one your money is no good at?"
Flo turned toward Ron with a startled look on her face.
Kim pointed out, "You are due at our family dinner tomorrow, you know. But your uncles are welcome to join us all tonight."
"If we must," Flo mocked.
So two planes later set down in the parking area at Pellone Allegre, where a private room was set for the unusual dinner party, which lasted a little later than anyone planned.
The following day, as Anne tiredly chucked her calculus book into her locker at school, she almost didn't notice the A-V cart rolling behind her.
"So," said Trent, "How's my dove?"
Anne looked over at him, "I don't know. Who's that?"
The cart stopped. "I thought you understood the poem." He looked confused.
"Sure," said Anne. "This pigeon loves a dove and feels unworthy until it remembers that it's a dove too." She took another book from her locker, "I can so relate to the pigeon sometimes, because..."
"Aw, Anne," he interrupted, his voice thick with pity.
She looked at him with confusion.
He spoke more tenderly, without the pity, "You were never the pigeon."
Anne didn't understand. How he could know if she was the pigeon or not?
Then a voice in her head, with more intelligence than she, pointed out that he wrote the poem. Anne felt like hitting herself in the head. He knew better than anyone what the poem meant.
Trent looked at her sweetly, "I was the pigeon." He smiled, "Once."
Anne's jaw went slack.
She found that she could not think. Yet someone in her head was sorting facts.
He's the pigeon.
She's not the pigeon.
He had just asked her how the dove was doing.
Her free hand came up to touch her chest. A strange sound came from her throat, "I?"
Trent nodded, "You're my dove." He glanced at his watch and started pushing the cart down the hall. He smiled at her as he passed.
Anne could not move. Yet her head turned to watch him as he passed.
After nearly a year of missions together, Flo and Don were now dating.
Mom and Dad were together for years before they dated.
Now, Anne realized for herself that love very often hides in plain sight.
He was nearly at the end of the hall when she found her voice, "Trent."
He turned to face her just as he reached the corner.
"Want to hang out before class on Monday?" she asked.
"Meet you back here," he gave a 'thumbs up' sign and went around the corner.
FIN
Whew!
This was my longest piece yet!
I hope that didn't scare too many away.
As may be evident now, Trent was Anne's love interest for the entire story. In typical KP style, she never noticed until the end.
I arranged so that Trent (sometimes in round-a-bout fashion) is mentioned (or actually appears) in every chapter of this story. This makes him a constant presence, hence 'always there' for Anne, just like Kim wanted for her in chapter 5.
Give yourself a cookie if you saw it before now.
