KP One Oh One Chapter 9: Part IX – Admissions, a kim possible fanfic

KP – One Oh One : Part IX – Admissions

Thursday was not a good day. Not at all. Kim's parents and brothers might have said hello or asked how she was doing as she made her way from the garage to her room. If they did, she really wasn't aware. She simply mounted the stairs to the second floor, then into her loft, carefully closing and locking first the vertical door halfway up, then closing and latching her hatch at the top. The side door had remained locked since Tuesday night when she was getting ready for bed.

When they were getting ready for bed.

She sat down on the edge of her bed facing the window. A stray thought flitted through her head then. That had become her side of the bed. By some unspoken agreement she had always taken the window side of a bed that for many, many years she had claim to both sides.

After sitting there for a few minutes, Kim realized she was still wearing her backpack. Carefully, calmly she took it off and set it on the floor. Everything about her was measured and calm. She was in control. She was in complete and utter control.

At least she was in complete control of herself. The world around her was another issue.

She couldn't control the school. She couldn't control Global Justice. She really couldn't control Wade and probably the very worst of all, she had absolutely no control over Ronald Eugene Stoppable.

In a silent form of defiance of that lack of control, she got up, walked around the foot of the bed and sat down on his side. Again strange, unbidden thoughts jumped to her mind. Why had he chosen that side of the bed? Was it because that's where the clock sat? Was it simply because she might have been off to one particular side the first couple times her mother put him to bed up there? Or was it just a random selection that happened to stick?

Maybe it was because of the framed pictures sitting on that nightstand. Gingerly Kim picked up the one that was front and center; their Junior Prom photo. Most everyone else had a professional shot to remember the night by. She had one made, but it wasn't with Ron. They were fortunate enough that somebody had an honest to goodness film camera at the ready, capturing the moment when they first kissed.

Outwardly Kim seemed calm, but as she looked at the picture, at the vision of a clearly younger version of Ron holding her in his arms, kissing her so tenderly, the frame started creaking alarmingly. Finally the glass protecting the photograph cracked, the gash going precisely between the two lovers.

She screamed.

All of Kim's bottled up anger and frustration suddenly erupted out of her in the form of a primal roar from deep within her. The now-broken picture frame she threw against the wall smashing it to pieces. She grabbed another picture, this one from their Senior Prom and dashed it against the wall in the same spot. Then she did the same with a picture of them as pre-teens, her wearing braces and Ron showing a piece sign.

The pictures spent, she grabbed the clock, ripping the wire out of the wall. That she threw in the direction of her desk, hitting the Cheer Regionals trophy from her Sophomore year, knocking it behind the desk. The clock bounced of the window and in some strange form of clinical detachment she wondered why the window itself did not break.

Bellowing like an enraged lioness, Kim picked up the entire round table she used as her nightstand and smashed it down on the floor. Again the detached part of her mind noted something else. There were sounds coming from her stairs. The lower door had been opened, after all, the 'lock' was more of a suggestion than anything else. Really, considering what she was doing, she should have expected somebody trying to smash open the hatch. The latch had only been installed by her after the first couple times Ron spent the night in her room.

Just thinking his name set her off to bellowing again. The crashing from the stairway stopped, but by that point it did not register with her. She found her fingers digging into her puffy blue chair like they were talons. Oh, how appropriate! I have talons she thought with a sort of insane glee.

She was about to pitch the chair through her window when the chair was ripped from her fingers. Another set of arms wrapped around her and dragged her toward the bed. She struggled mightily, but none of her training would come to her. Spitting and screaming she raged at the world until her body was spent. Then she collapsed onto the bed, in too much pain to even cry.

The day didn't even start well. Even with her arms around Ron, she didn't sleep well during the night. She was embarrassed, slightly vulnerable and very upset that so many little things had added up, tearing her down from her usual citadel of capability. On top of that…despite that, Ron had once again taken it upon himself to be the arbiter of what was the right time for them. She was prepared to accept if he didn't want to go all the way that night. She loved him and she respected him. But there were other things. They had done more than just kissing and she wanted to explore those things again. Once she had experienced them, she found an even greater desire for Ron than she had before, something she would not have thought possible until it actually happened. Now she found she not only wanted, but needed that again.

As the first rays of daylight hit the windows of their borrowed cabin, a slightly snarky thought drifted through her mind. What's a five letter word for sexual frustration?

That made her a little angry with Ron. He had this notion that if he did make out with her, if he did the things she wanted him to do, he would enjoy them too, and in his mind that was somehow wrong, that somehow, even though she really did want him to, it was taking advantage of her because he thought the only reason she was that way was in reaction to the things that had been happening to them the past few days.

No, she wanted to because she wanted to be with Ron. She wanted that when she asked if she could use the cabin. She wanted that when they sat down with Wade and detailed their plans for the mission. She wanted that when she put the key in the lock and opened it up. Then it was Ron who shut them down and brought up all those bad feelings within her just so he could feel all noble and chivalrous.

She was about to try again in the morning, getting up early and drawing a bath in the old-fashioned tub. Certainly Ron would want to join her for some good, clean fun. That's what they called their relatively innocent showers during their vacation.

Kim was just about to strip her night-clothes off and step in when she heard the jet engines. She scrunched her eyes down hard. The turbo fans were impossible to mistake and the fact she could actually hear them meant the Global Justice hoverjet was already there, just touching down. It was more than an hour early.

Her main suit was barely zipped when there was a knock at the door. Ron was still struggling to get into his suit, so she opened the door just a crack, scowling mightily at what she saw.

"Good morning, Kimberly." Will Du said genially in the cold autumn air of the Rocky Mountains.

"What the heck are you doing here do early?" She asked, not opening the door any more than she had to.

"I'm sorry if I am interrupting anything, but Doctor Director wants to see the two of you right away."

Kim turned and looked at the bath steaming in one corner, then to Ron sitting on the bed, zipping up the ankles of his suit, his chest still bare. He had developed what some would call a 'swimmer's build. He was still very lean and his chest only slightly wider than his abdomen, but she knew he was no longer doughy soft like he used to be.

He was so ferociously interrupting!

"What is it, Du? Spill."

"I just told you, Kimberly. Doctor Director wants you and Mister Stoppable brought back to Middleton immediately. That is the entirety of my orders."

Kim shut the door, growling. She needed her bath, she needed some strong black coffee and she needed some Ron shine, and not particularly in that order. What she didn't need was a ride back home with that…she was too upset to even think of an appropriate insult for Agent Du. It was almost like they were still minor teens and they had been caught shacking up in a hotel room by their parents and ordered to ride home with them.

Ron was finally dressed, though he was trying to awaken Rufus. Poor guy was dead to the world usually that time of night. He slept almost as much as cats did. Giving up, he gently scooped him up and put him into one of his cargo pockets.

In case the two of them had forgotten, Du gave them a demonstration of just how fast a GJ hoverjet really was. With sonic boom abatement technology active, they made it back to Middleton inside of ten minutes. It took them longer to drive to the Air National Guard strip the night before.

Doctor Betty Director was sitting at her desk, her hands folded in front of her when they were shown in. If it were not for the eye patch and the dark blue uniform, they would have thought it was her older sister, Doctor Wilma Director, Principal of Middleton High School, sitting behind that desk. Almost every time they had met with the woman before at GJ HQ, it had been in the main control center or in one of the large briefing rooms. Neither of them could remember ever seeing her in her office.

"I am sorry if I have cut short your romantic encounter." Her voice was measured and even, as if she were trying to stay in control. The effect was scary enough Kim didn't even want to consider how she knew she had turned a mission into an overnight date. "I was handed the information you sent here early this morning. Granted, I would have brought you here sooner if certain…less competent people knew I am to be contacted immediately, no matter where I am or what I am doing, when it involves WWEE."

Kim frowned slightly. She had no idea what the woman did in her social life. Betty Director, missing eye aside, was a very attractive woman just clear of forty and it was entirely possible she had been on some kind of date herself. Then again, it was almost the end of her senior year in high school when she learned her older sister was married and had two small children.

"Let me get straight to the point. Take this as direct orders concerning your contracts. Your only job is to abide by these orders. There will be no further explanation, as it is purely on a need-to-know basis, and you do not need to know.

"In the future, you will not initiate any action against anyone you know to be affiliated with WWEE. You will not attempt to apprehend any of their members, you will not set up missions to reconnoiter their bases of operations. If you are called upon to take action against them though proper channels, you will be briefed appropriately. Until such time you are to go on as if last nights little escapade never happened."

Kim's anger started flaring. "Now wait a minute. They came after me. I've got every right…"

"No you don't, Miss Possible. Your actions have jeopardized more than a month's work and could have put some of our agent's lives at risk."

"But that picture? They're coming after me again."

"Do you even know where they got that picture? I'm surprised at you, not having Mister Load do his usual research." She touched a control on her desk and a monitor appeared on the wall. "That is Mister Conyers' website. He is a photography and arts student. While I can understand your discomfort with your unwilling inclusion in his work, do you know what may have happened if you confronted him directly? Need I remind you of the fiasco involving Miss Bonne Delia Rockwaller?

"Bonne Delia?" Ron chirped, speaking for the first time since being led in.

"That's her legal name. She once got sent to the principal's office after verbally ripping into a teacher for calling her that." Kim explained. "Okay, so I goofed. Maybe that's why 'independent' contractors need to be briefed about what's going on around them. If I had known you had an operation going with WWEE, we'd have been glad to have left well enough alone."

"I'm glad you feel that way, Kim. Not briefing you on the matter was an oversight and an error on my part, one that I will not make again in the future. From here on out, you will be called in for weekly briefings on matters that you may have some need to know, even if it is only a simple warning to butt out." She put an extra emphasis on the last.

With that, they were offered coffee (notoriously bad institutional stuff) and donuts and were sent on their way. That is, the tube transport took them directly to Middleton College, with about an hour before their first classes were to start.

Kim growled softly when she noted her car sitting in a nearby parking lot. Considering it had a 'smart key interlock,' meaning only people she authorized could start it, she really didn't want to know how they got it there. Maybe it was just as simple as getting Wade to activate it by remote.

Kim was starting to steam a little by the time her first class was over. Oddly enough, all she could think about was Ron and getting physical with him. The fact alone she was so focused on that sort of thing was enough to set her on edge. She was the one preaching 'time and place' and this was not it. That would come on their usual Friday night date. They could ride out to the bluff or they could even make an early trip up the mountain for a little getaway, this time without any of the angst that diverted him away from her.

That line of thinking really wasn't helping her. All it did was fill her mind with very vivid images from the early part of their road trip. She was frustrated that she was so…frustrated. It so wasn't like her to be that way. Somehow or another she was going to have to swallow her pride (and endure the concurrent embarrassment) of asking her Mom what she had to do with a libido that suddenly had a mind of its own.

She rounded a corner into a smaller courtyard on the campus, coming face to face with the group she was starting to call Studentia Gothica. Right in the middle of the crowd was Dorian Conyers. He caught sight of her immediately and gave her a slight smile, only half of his mouth curling up. He might have been perfectly innocent of what had happened with WWEE, but the sight of him smiling like that sent cold chills running down her spine.

Suddenly not caring what the strange group of students thought of her, she turned on her heels and headed back the way she had come. There was plenty of time to go the long way around and avoid that group all together.

Kim was about to step back out into the open when a dark figure barred her path. It was Dorian.

"A little birdie told me you would be looking for me. Well, you've found me." His voice was simultaneously that of an older teen and that of somebody who had been smoking for some time. There was a rough hollowness to it that somehow sounded familiar. He took a long draw from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out his nostrils.

"Just leave me alone, Conyers." She growled, trying to push past him. He stepped back in front of her, barring her progress. Even with her skills, Kim was loath to touch him. Oddly, for the first time, she noticed the small digital camera hanging around his neck. Perhaps that was how he got the shot of her two nights ago, though she hadn't seen the thing then.

He took note of her stare and took the tiny device in his fingers. "Why should I leave such a pretty, fresh face like yours alone? It belongs to the world." He snapped a couple pictures of her, grinning the whole time.

Kim pulled her Kimmunicator from her waist. "Listen, if you don't get out of my way right now, I'm calling campus security. Then maybe we can all sit down and have a talk about you putting my picture on your website without my permission."

"Like they're going to care about that. Welcome to the real world, Kim Possible. You don't have a whole bunch of draconian school regulations here. I can snap your picture all day long and you know who owns the image? Me. So long as you're not naked or something, if you're in public, you're mine to shoot." For emphasis he took a couple more shots. "Now, from what I can see, I think there's a lot of folks out there who would appreciate those naked pictures."

"Look, I'm warning you…"

"What, you're going to bust out with all that 'hwa-foo' stuff on me? Puh-leese. You think you're the only person in the world who knows how to fight like that?" He stepped aside, using a sort of fake, mocking bow as she walked past. She could hear his laughter as she put as much distance between him and her as she could without breaking out into a full run.

Kim so wished he had actually been affiliated with those villains. Then she really could have 'busted out' with her martial arts skills. She wouldn't even care that she had been told to back off of them. What were they going to do? Arrest her? Fire her? The latter wouldn't really matter to her anyway. The pittance they ended up paying her was almost insulting. It was better when she worked for GJ purely gratis. At least then she wouldn't have to file taxes on money she made, but was gobbled up with transportation expenses.

Let them fire her. Wade was working on a new transportation option that would free them once and for all from relying on the grace of others to travel around the globe. No more stinky old airplanes, no more cramped Hoverjets. Of course, there would be no more posh private jets, but that was a price she was willing to pay to have her own means of responding to the hits on her site. It would certainly feel much better to be completely her own person again, instead of being subject to orders like she had been that morning.

That afternoon, she got back to her car…their car first. There was a flyer stuck in the double bladed windshield wiper and she grabbed it, almost absently crumpling it up in her hands. She hated the practice. It was a colossal waste of paper, considering almost everyone did exactly what she was about to, ball it up and throw it away. More potential litter, as many wouldn't conscientiously take it to a proper trash can.

Then she noticed none of the other cars around hers had any kind of flyers on them. Many of them were there when she noted where her car was that morning. Hesitantly, she looked at the flyer.

It was actually a hand-written note, scrawled on the back of an ad for a local eatery. She looked at it and scowled.

Has Ronald told you who Agent Alpha is? Bet he hasn't!

As she looked up, Ron was there, just about to give her a quick hello. She held the piece of paper in front of his face.

"What is this?"

Anne Possible held her daughter as she sat, curled up in a fetal position in the middle of her bed, shivering. The tears finally came as her father went about the process of picking up the pieces of her room. Had he not broken through the flimsy lock on her side door, she might have done significantly more damage than she did. He found the alarm clock and the trophy and was glad Wade had bulletproof armored glass installed, if for no other reason than there wouldn't be a large, specially shaped pane to replace.

Pulling out her daughter's hand, Anne wrapped hers around it. "Kim. Kimberly Anne, look at me."

She shook her head rapidly.

"Kim, please, what's wrong. We're here to help you. Just say something."

"Ron." She finally squeaked out, almost doubling over in tears.

Anne rubbed her daughter's left hand, then realized what was missing from there.

Kim hadn't taken her engagement ring off since she announced their plans to the family a couple months earlier. Now it was gone. She reached for Kim's other hand. The promise ring was gone as well. She didn't have any of her jewelry on, though it was likely the necklaces and earrings were in her box since she had been on a mission the night before.

"What is it about Ron? Is he in trouble? Is he hurt?"

"Has he done something to hurt you?" Her father asked dangerously.

Kim was sobbing so hard, she could hardly breath. "He…didn't…tell…me…the guy…who…captured me…last summer…"

"What about him?" Anne asked, squeezing her hand.

"…WAS CARRION!" She wailed, before collapsing on her side, shaking like a leaf.