KP One Oh One Chapter 8: Part VIII Cabin Fever, a kim possible fanfic

KP – One Oh One : Part VIII - Cabin Fever

Kim was shaking in rage, her fists straight down at her sides. "I knew there was something wrong with that guy!"

"Uh, KP, maybe you want to, uh, you know, throw a conniption a little quieter." Ron warned, scooting back to the door to make sure they hadn't been overheard. "Hey, what guy?"

She picked up the photo and held it up to her. "Hello, that's the outfit I had on last night. You know, the one you were pretending to not watch me take off when we changed for bed."

"Well, heh, I wasn't exactly paying attention to your clothes at the moment." Ron smiled sheepishly.

Normally Kim didn't mind when Ron admitted to looking at her body. In fact, she had deliberately stayed out from behind her changing screen when she got her night clothes out, partly to show off for him, partly to get used to the notion that there shouldn't be any shame between them. After all, he had seen much more than her underwear when they were on their summer road trip. That wasn't the point, however.

Kim made a sound that was half growl, half sigh. "Ron, that picture was taken last night, and look at the angle. It was taken right where that freak-a-zoid was standing. He was spying on me!"

"Okay, okay, I get it. So, what's the plan?"

"For the moment, we get outta here and get this information back to GJ."

It didn't take nearly as long to get back out into the night air. Kim used her Kimmunicator to scan the pictures and documents, carefully making sure they went back exactly the way she found them. She was glad she hadn't gone with her first inclination to rip the one picture to shreds. The rest of the pictures were of random women about Kim's age, all apparently taken on the campus. They didn't quite know what to make of it, but they recorded it none the less. Then they climbed right back into the shaft, Rufus replacing the screws in the grille. This time, knowing where they were going, they made short work of the ductwork.

Considering Kim's mood, Ron didn't even stop to consider he had a wonderful view of her backside.

Using their grapplers, they made the ascent back to the surface in mere seconds, only stopping to re-activate the security screens. Once out the top, Ron shoved the grating back in place, using a little loose dirt to disguise where he had cut through it earlier. They quietly picked their way down the mountain face, wary of the guards at the hidden 'main' entrance.

Ron tapped Kim on the shoulder. Something was starting to bug him about the mission. After all the trouble they went to breaking in the place, all they had done was copy some pictures and documents. "I thought we were trying to find out what they're up to?"

Kim attached the end of her grappler to the rock face and lowered them to the next ledge. "Isn't it obvious? They're getting ready to make a move on me, and they're using spies at the school to do their leg work."

"That just doesn't make sense. The last time, they just went after you with choppers." There wasn't anything subtle about that. They simply waited until she was alone and surrounded her with attack helicopters, capturing her with a net fired from a weapons pylon. "Why would they…"

Kim clamped a hand over his mouth, gesturing with her head at a pair of camouflaged agents patrolling nearby. Ron noted the look of concern in her eyes. The two men were only feet away from where their glider packs were hidden. What's worse, they seemed to be taking a break in the small open area they picked out as a landing zone.

She was ferociously worried they would pick up on the skid marks where Ron landed or worse, would stumble over the packs themselves, alerting WWEE to their presence and forcing them to get out of there on foot. Fortunately, none of that was readily visible in the dark without their special visors. Just so long as the patrol wasn't equipped with anything more than simple night-vision. It didn't look like it. They simply had on what looked like standard military issue Kevlar helmets and the plain reflective goggles the organization's minions always wore.

Both of them sweated it out as they sat down on a log, stretching out their feet. One of them even went so far as to start rubbing his legs.

"Better not take too long." The closer one said to his partner. "What Agent Alpha did to Agent Omega just because he went to the break room a minute too early…" He shuddered slightly.

"Yeah, that guy's getting worse than Gemini ever was, but we're safe tonight. He's still in Middleton."

"Safe? Ha, bet he has one of Gemini's ejector seats right nearby." He tapped on the communicator strapped to his wrist, reminding his partner that any of their superiors could be listening in.

With that, they hefted their sub-machineguns and headed on. Kim and Ron waited a few minutes before moving from their hiding place. Even so, both had their hearts in their throats, worried that even with the sound-dampening properties of their suits, they'd do something silly like step on a twig. Of course, that was just a silly joke from the cartoons. This was real life and the woods were full of sounds.

Kim didn't relax until she spotted the pair again quite a long ways away from them. "He's in Middleton." she repeated to no one in particular. "Guess he's picking up some more intelligence from his freak-show lackey." She snapped her pack into place. There was a certain amount of snarl still in her voice, even at a whisper.

Ron was struggling with his, actually holding it upside down. Kim turned it over and held it in place until the connectors snapped. He pulled out the control arms, but she put a restraining hand on his, shaking her head.

"We've got to hoof it, at least until we cross that ridge. If they've got more foot patrols they're likely to see us taking off."

"Got it." He let go and the controls coiled back into their receptacles.

The way was slow-going and Kim quickly realized one particular oversight in the design of her super-suit – the boots. She had grown used to the thicker tread of her newer mission gear boots and the narrow, shoe-like tread of the integrated footwear just didn't have enough purchase on the loose ground. The high-traction rubber surface was just fine inside a lair, but in the great outdoors? Not so much.

"Uh, KP, I was wondering, what exactly are you going to do when we get back?" Ron whispered once they were well away from the entrance.

She smirked. "I think Mister Conyers and I are going to have a little talk."

"You think that's wise? What are you going to do, just up and tell him you've seen that picture? What if he is working for WWEE?"

She stopped, turned around and looked him right in the eye. "By then it's not going to matter. I'm going to call in GJ and bring them down on this place. By the time I'm done with that Goth, he's going to wish he'd stuck to part-timing in a Hot Topic store." She started walking again, picking up the pace compared to earlier.

They walked in silence for some time. Every so often Kim would hold up her fist, signaling Ron to stop. At least once he spotted the patrol she had seen as well. The stealth capabilities of their Mark II super-suits were serving them well, with the power bands damped down and the material absorbing small sounds they couldn't help but make.

Ron put his lips to Kim's hood-covered ear. "This is an awful lot of security for them to just be going after you."

"Agreed." She whispered back. "There's something big, big going on here."

"Maybe we should have stuck around a little longer."

Kim shook her head. "No, the longer we stayed in there the higher the likelihood we would have been caught or forced to fight our way out of there, then they'd just abandon the whole place and we'd have to start over from scratch."

Ron simply nodded, though Kim was already looking the other way again. They spent at least another hour walking. Finally, they came to a clearing and could see they had made it over the ridge.

"Ready?" Kim pulled her control arms out, extending the wings on her pack. Even in the half light of the moonlit evening, he could see the smile on her face. Her joy at flying was overriding her tweak about the picture, at least temporarily.

"Born ready." He wished he were that confident, but at least the glider-packs would get them clear of the bad guys quicker.

Once they were in the air, they were able to see exactly how far they had come. Despite the time they had taken, they had actually covered less distance than they originally figured, just enough that the patrols were less likely to see the yellow flare of their miniature ion drives.

There was no way they were going to fly the entire hundred plus miles home in the dark. The Air National Guard was able to drop them off, but they were pretty much on their own getting home. Sophisticated navigation equipment and they heads-up displays in their helmets aside, it was just too dangerous to make that kind of trek in the dark. There were too many variables. They were too small to show up on radar so there was the risk of running into an airplane, not to mention the fact they didn't have respiration equipment for high altitude flying. Closer to the ground had it's own problems, especially considering the rugged terrain. Instead they flew about twenty miles to another clearing in the dense woods, to a small cabin. Kim pulled a key out of her belt pouch and let them into the tiny, but well appointed wilderness abode.

Ron was immediately impressed. "Coolio!"

On the outside, the cabin looked like, well, a cabin. It was built from local timber, with a thick moss roof and a heavy looking wooden door. The keyhole for the modern lock was the only visible clue it wasn't as rustic as it appeared.

Inside was a whole different story. True, it was still a one-room deal, but what a room it was. There was a small kitchen area with modern equipment, an old-fashioned claw-foot tub and a queen sized bed.

Ron's focus, of course, was on the monster-wide-screen suspended above the bed itself.

Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator. "Wade, did you upload that data to GJ?"

"Done and done. They're sending a ride to pick you up first thing in the morning. Dr. Director wants to debrief you as soon as you're back."

"You rock, Wade. Just remember to remind her, we've got class at nine, so we can't hang around too long."

"You got it. Catch ya'll tomorrow."

Kim had to smile a bit. Wade may have spent most of his short life in Middleton, but he had been born in Atlanta and his parents still spoke like southerners sometimes.

"How did you get this place?" Ron asked, sitting down on the end of the bed, fiddling with the remote he found there. Almost immediately he had the TV up and running. The channel line-up was a little different, being on satellite rather than cable, but it didn't take him long to find cartoons.

Kim rolled her eyes. "Called in a favor. Thought we'd get some 'us time' tonight."

He tore his eyes away from the Scamper and Bitey cartoon. "Whoa, in the middle of a mission?"

"Mission's officially over. Remember what I said about time and place?" She sat down on his lap, straddling him with her legs as she pulled her hood off, freeing her mane of auburn red hair.

"Wait, I thought you were freaked out about that picture."

A little touch of anger flared in her eyes. "Mad, yes, freaked out, no, at least now that I know why it was I was freaking out about that guy. It was just my weirdar going off. Now that I know what he's up to, I can deal with him when the time comes." She reached up and pulled Ron's hood back. "Now your time has come. You know, I think Wade said something about debriefing."

"De…uh, KP, I wear boxers…eep." He squeaked as she reached up and pulled the zipper of her suit all the way down to its end below her naval. Before he could avert his eyes she grabbed his cheeks and kissed him, forcing him down on the bed.

"I thought you liked seeing me. Isn't that why you were peeking last night?" She smiled at him as she sat up slightly. That's when he noticed she was wearing a little something extra under the suit. Normally, it was meant to be worn directly against the skin, though he fudged and wore his boxers under it. Though there was little chance of losing his pants in the suit, he wasn't going to tempt fate that way.

Kim slipped the suit off her shoulders. The flimsy silk camisole she had on under it wasn't see-through, but it made up for it by clinging to every nook and cranny on her body.

"That's a little different than the tank and sweats you wore last night." Ron said nervously.

"Time and place, baby. Do I have to keep repeating myself?" She reached for his collar and started unzipping his suit, taking time to stroke his chest as she did so. "Last night was about me being with you because I needed to. Tonight's about fun. You know, the fun we had on our trip? The fun we can't exactly have in my room with Mom and Dad downstairs?"

"Oh!" He smiled broadly, starting to get the picture. "You called in a favor for a make-out joint."

"Right." She stood up and let the rest of her suit drop, giving him a glimpse of the matching bottoms before the cami fell into place. Then she helped him out of his pants and his suit. Climbing beside him on the bed, she propped her head up on her elbow. "So, you wanna watch cartoons or do you want to make out?

The slow moving gears on Ron's head finally clicked into place. Kim had obviously been planning this ahead of time, but only a couple hours earlier she had been in a near rage, a rage coupled to what was in fact a massive freak-out the night before. Now, all of a sudden, she was back to her sexy, let's make-out in our underwear mode, as if none of that ever happened.

Something wasn't kosher, and it wasn't the shrimp scampi he made for dinner earlier that evening either.

He was in a quandary about what to do. If Kim just wanted to kiss, then that might just be okay. They did that all the time anyway and that wouldn't feel like he was taking advantage of the situation.

Only, there they were, on a bed in a secluded cabin, him in his boxers, Kim in sexy negligee that apparently came from Alexandria's Confession. Right after turning eighteen, they had gone on a two week road trip, partly to see some of the sights they normally couldn't take time to see, but mostly so they would have their first real opportunity to have some real privacy. Things had progressed beyond mere kissing. Not to the ultimate conclusion, but certain points along the way had already been explored.

Given the sitch they were in, Ron was certain Kim wanted those points explored again.

Grabbing the remote, Kim shut the television off and started in on Ron's neck. Her hand caressed his chest, making small circles, sweeping wider and wider as she switched to his lips.

He yelped when her hand came to rest in a certain place. He scooted further up into the bed, leaving a confused Kim in his wake.

"KP, this isn't right."

She half crawled, half slinked up to him. "What's not right, Baby?"

"Look, Kim. Last night, when you asked me to spend the night with you, it was because you were scared, and it wasn't something you were making up, I could see it, you were really scared. But now, like this. I dunno. It kind of makes me feel like we were putting something over on your 'rents."

She sat up, looking more than slightly peeved. "Ron, yeah I'm angry, but that doesn't mean I don't get to spend time I want to with you."

"But that's just it, KP. You're angry, you're upset and I'm willing to be you're still scared. Remember what happened a few weeks after we got together? You got angry and upset and you came real close to doing something we would have both regretted."

Kim got up on her knees, getting angrier by the moment. "Great, now I set up something romantic and the thanks I get is something I'd just as soon forget? Thanks a lot." She slipped off the bed and stomped over to the kitchen area, pulling one of the chairs from the table and sitting down heavily.

Ron sat up, slouching his shoulders forward. He felt okay that he had resisted the urge to simply go with the flow, especially since that flow could have resulted in them wearing even less, but mostly he felt terrible having made Kim feel the way she was feeling just then.

Kim, for the most part, really had it together, but there were some issues she had to deal with from time to time. One was when her take-charge attitude got crossed up with her anger issues, which in turn got mixed up with her romance issues. The moment he had been referring to, they had just come off a huge blow up when Ron accidentally got a hold of some very naughty underwear of Kim's. They very nearly ended up in bed that very day. Instead it was him who threw water on that fire.

Just like he had done tonight.

He got up and went over to her. "Hey, I'm sorry."

"Why?" She asked, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Uh, cause I am."

She shrugged his hand off her shoulder. "No, why do they have to play on the fact I'm a girl. Did you see those pictures? All of them, pretty college girls…"

"…WHY CAN'T THEY KEEP THEIR DAMN HANDS TO THEMSELVES!" She slumped down on the table.

"Kim?"

She shook her head slowly as the tears flowed. "I'm sorry too, baby. I wanted this night to be about you and me and I'm freaking out and ruining it for both of us. I wanted this to be a chance for it to be special, if you know what I mean. Guess I should have realized, every time I try something like that, some monster has to come along and ruin it. Turns out the monster tonight is me."

He sat down across from her and put his hand on her leg. "No, KP. We both know who the monster was. He's not here now."

"I know, baby, I know. He's locked up in the state pen."

Ron grimaced. Just a month short of a year ago, he had been in Japan, while Kim remained behind in the US. A new guy at their school turned out to be the son of Aviarius, the Go City villain she helped Team Go capture. The boy had sought to get revenge on her, though why he would go to such lengths, considering she only participated in one of many dozens of captures of the fiend, they couldn't fathom. At least, that is, until they realized just how insane he was.

He kidnapped Kim and tried to use his powers and energy sapping crystal on her. That wasn't what had done the actual damage to her, despite the fact she fractured her ankle in the fight.

Cary On, or Carrion, threatened to do…horrible things to her. He never got the chance, but the threats had done their dirty work. It took months of therapy for Kim to get back to a semblance of normal, though she would likely deal with that loss of emotional innocence for the rest of her life.

That was why Ron and Kim's parents so readily agreed about him spending the night with her. Ron was an emotional anchor for her and his presence eased her mind considerably. He was her protector, her guardian angel. Carrion had even called him just that when he appeared just in time to save her.

Yes, he was her protector, and that was why he wasn't going to tell her that the villain wasn't safely locked up. There was no telling how she might react if she knew he was loose. Better for him to stay close to her at all times than to have her go to pieces seeing him in every shadow.

"Look, KP, why don't you come to bed, okay?" He took her hand, standing up and tugging on her slightly. "Tonight's just not the night. Remember, it's going to be when you're wearing white and I'm still in a tux and I get to carry you inside…if I don't bonk your head on the door frame."

That elicited a small smile and a giggle. Then she stood up and wrapped her arms around him, holding him so tightly he could hardly breath. It was at times like this he was reminded just how strong such a petite woman could be. Still, he didn't mind. That's what she needed. She may have led him here tonight thinking she needed his touch and perhaps lovemaking, but what she needed was just what he was giving her.

As Kim drifted off to sleep, her arms still locked around him tightly, all he could think of was a six foot tall blonde guy with freckles just like his and a slightly off-kilter smile.