KP One Oh One Chapter 40: Part XL – Déjà vu All Over Again, a kim possible fanfic

KP – One Oh One: Part XL – Déjà vu All Over Again.

Gorchy.

Kim wasn't sure if that was an actual word, or just something that had spilled out of her fertile mind when she was younger to describe something that tasted terrible. The first time she could remember using it was to describe her own attempts at cooking when she was around ten. It was a good word, nice, short, harsh and full of the emotion it was supposed to express. It would often leap past her tongue, right over whatever vile concoction elicited such a response.

When Kim's eyes snapped open in the dead of the night, that was not only how her mouth tasted, but how she felt all over.

There was something distinctly familiar about how she felt, and not all of it had to do with the fact she was dressed only in her halter sleep-top and a pair of bikini cut panties instead of the long silk pajamas she remembered putting on earlier the evening before. The fact the room was cool and she couldn't remember taking them off bothered her. That feeling got even worse when she realized Ron was sound asleep beside her. His presence wasn't what caused her concern. She meant to have him there pretty much all day. Certainly he hadn't undressed her like that? Sure, he could be a little 'touchy' in his sleep, but he had never done anything untoward without her knowledge.

The worst of her condition, beyond the horrible, almost vomitous taste in her mouth, was how her gut was churning. It was a rather distinct combination of her usual pre-menstrual symptoms and nausea, two sensations that, fortunately, in the past had been mutually exclusive.

She relaxed a little bit as her eyes adjusted to the light. The moon was up and not very far from being full, so it was fairly easy to see. Ron was in the bed with her, but by some unusual happenstance, he was isolated on his side of the bed. In fact, he was only under the comforter, using the sheet to separate him from her. That was highly unusual for him, considering he hadn't actually done that since before they were a couple and were forced to share a bed.

That's when the waning hours of two thousand six started coming back to her.

There was a very good reason she felt the way she did. She had way too much of the sparkling wine (it was from California, and not France and she knew that it technically could not be called champagne.) When her father handed her the glass while Ron was upstairs changing, he told her she could have one or two glasses and even then, neither of them were going to be driving anywhere themselves until after lunch time the next day. By the time she woke up in the early hours, she realized even that would probably not be in the offing for that day.

She remembered tasting the drink and finding that, unlike beer, she actually liked the stuff. Maybe it was somehow related to the fact she liked her coffee straight and black, no sugar, no cream, nothing but the hot brew itself. The wine was very dry, but she could discern the taste of it. The first glass was gone in short order and she didn't protest when it was refilled.

Then she noticed Ron wasn't drinking his. He had a habit of drinking perhaps two swallows of wine when his parents served it, so she pretty much figured he wouldn't be into the sparkling stuff either. He liked sweet drinks…very sweet drinks and she would often chide him about whether he actually wanted a little coffee in his cream and sugar, when he drank coffee at all.

Not seeing any harm, figuring sparkling wine wasn't all that strong anyhow, she took his glass after draining her second. By that time she was actually starting to feel the effect, just a little. She felt mellow and happy and just a tad giddy. Kim also noted the effect it was having on her parents. Normally quite reserved in how they displayed their affections in front of their children, they were quite into each other, kissing and cuddling on the easy chair much the way she did with Ron. It was almost like they were behaving under the influence of Moodulators. It was only an appearance, since the devices created and heightened certain emotions. The alcohol only dampened inhibitions.

Kim found it quite pleasant feeling uninhibited toward Ron, and at the same time wished he was sharing in that as well. However, along with the release of her inhibitions came a sharp decline in judgment. She found her glass refilled once more, plus Ron's as well. In all, she estimated she had probably slightly more than half a bottle. At first blush, that really didn't sound like a lot, but combined with her tiny stature and her inexperience with drink, she had more than enough. In fact, she had too much.

The cramping made it uncomfortable for her to lay down, so she sat up in the bed, clutching her stomach. The swimming feeling in her skull was gone, replaced by a headache that was different in placement and nature from the kind she normally experienced at that time of the month. She took cold comfort in the fact that she hadn't had nearly as much as that time at the party and didn't feel like she was going to have to run down to her bathroom and throw up.

"Great way to start the new year, Possible." She muttered to herself, rocking back and forth slightly trying to dull the pain in her abdomen. The nausea created a quandary for her. Should she go downstairs and take some of her medicine? Would she even be able to keep it down? Would it have some untoward effect on her because of some alcohol still lingering in her system?

The feelings got worse as she considered Ron. She could tell he was still completely dressed in his own dark blue pajamas, and if she knew him, he probably had his boxer on under them as well. She glanced about the room and spotted her own night clothes sitting in a heap near her hatch. Had Ron undressed her? That seemed quite unlikely. Were that the case, he would probably be in the same state of dress she was. That meant she must have performed a striptease for him. It was a wonder she still had on what she did. Before her memory got hazy, she clearly recalled how amorous she was felling toward him.

That triggered a memory of the last time she was drunk. She had come on to him pretty strongly then as well, but he immediately realized something was terribly wrong with her, taking her straight home to her parents. As she gathered up the discarded silk garments, she gasped, realizing that Ron had put her to bed, stone cold sober himself, most likely knowing what had happened to her.

Thinking along those lines was like being splashed with a bucket of ice water. She sat down heavily on her blue beanbag chair on the other side of the room, suddenly not wishing to share the bed with him any more that night. What had she done? The time at the party was an accident. No, that was something that was done to her. This time she had done it herself, willingly. The girl who always had to be in control had thrown that very thing out the window.

Sitting back in the chair she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate through the pain in her abdomen. The pressure was the greatest right at the base of her ribcage, spreading to her back. That at least was familiar and even though it was enough to make her completely uncomfortable, that familiarity made it less threatening. In fact, no one particular symptom was terribly bad by itself. No, the worst of it was in her mind.

What was she thinking? There was a very good reason it was illegal for her to buy such drinks, even though she was technically an adult. But that wasn't the real problem. The problem was what Ron must have thought at he put her to bed. She could just picture the scene, her stripping down to her underwear, perhaps intending to go further, with him trying to stop her without triggering the foul mood she had been intermittently displaying throughout the day. She hated when she got like that. He had done absolutely nothing wrong, save being a little later than she expected with the Midol and the tampons. In fact, now that she thought about it, he only made her wait about half an hour from the time she realized she was out of the former.

She sat in the chair, clutching her pajamas and her Pandaroo, wondering if he was worried about her or if he was upset with her. On top of that, she was very upset with herself. Considering what could have happened to her before, she should have been the last person doing something like that.

Outside she could hear the rain falling more steadily. It seemed a lot of the most romantic times she had spent with Ron it was raining outside. There was a sort of comfort that went along with it, especially when they had been parking out on the bluff. How long had it been since they had done that? It seemed kind of pointless now. Still, the rain was like nature's curtain, drawn around them when they wanted that little bit of extra privacy.

She would rather have been in the bed with him. As cool as it was, they would have certainly been either snuggled up face to face, or one would be spooning the other. Instead she was sitting back in her chair, staring at the bed, knowing that even if she were to awaken Ron she would be too uncomfortable to enjoy his touch. Stupid, stupid little woman.

The cramps slowly subsided, along with the other symptoms she was having. The light sheen of cold sweat evaporated, leaving her feel even more chilled. She almost popped her forehead when she realized she would feel somewhat warmer in her night clothes than just clutching them to her chest. Just as she was buttoning the top, she saw Ron roll toward her and open his eyes.

"KP?"

Kim pursed her lips. She didn't know what to say or what to do. She just looked at him, the picture of utter misery, though physically she was feeling much better than she had a couple hours earlier. It was just about sunrise, but the day was dawning gray and wet from what she could see out her angular topped windows.

He didn't say anything else. He just pulled the covers back from his side and scooted back, making room for her. She sat down and stuck her legs under the covers, letting her backside form against his front. He put his arms around her waist, but didn't put any pressure on her stomach, as if he sensed what she had just gone through in the night.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked out the windows. The clouds obscured the rising sun, so all it did was slowly get lighter outside. So dawns the new year, she thought sadly.

With a little effort, considering her still-tender stomach, she twisted around in his arms so she was facing him, carefully keeping her mouth closed in difference to how her breath must be if it tasted so bad. Still, she couldn't contain herself.

"Ronnie?"

"Shhhhh. KP, it ain't time to get up just yet."

"Baby, I need to talk to you."

"Uh-uh. Sorry Kimbo. Like you always say, this isn't the time or the place."

"But…"

"Shhhhh. There's plenty of time for talking tomorrow. Right now it's sleepy time."

Kim sat up a little in the bed. "No, Ron. I want to talk now. I know you're trying to be sweet and all, but I'm not going to be doing any sleeping right now, any more than I have the last couple hours."

Ron sat up in the middle of the bed, then scooted a little further over to her normal side to give her a little more room. He drew his knees up to his chest and sat there, waiting for her to speak.

"Ron, do you think I have a problem?"

He thought about that for a moment. "No. Well, I don't know, actually, but I don't think so."

"I was drunk last night, wasn't I?"

"A little."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"Honestly, KP? It scares me a little. But the reason I don't think you have a problem is because you learn things fast, and I think if you think this is a mistake you'll learn from it."

"But after what happened before…"

He shrugged. "That was different. You didn't have a choice in the matter, so all you really learned then was a little bit of what if felt like to get really, really splattered. This time? I don't think you had that much…"

"Ron, I think I had five whole glasses."

"Wow."

"I…" She was about to say she thought she had blacked out when the Kimmunicator she still had on her wrist went off. Kim quickly checked to make sure her pajamas were intact and hit the accept button.

"I didn't wake you up, did I?"

She yawned visibly. "No, we've been awake for a little bit."

"We? Aren't you at home." Her tech guru asked.

"Hi Wade." Ron held his hand over the pickup and made a little wave.

Wade rolled his eyes upwards and shook his head. "I am so glad your chips are turned off right now."

"Uh huh." Kim replied. "So are we. What's up? If you're just calling to wish us a happy new year then I'm going to march right over there in my pajamas and kick your butt myself, if I don't have to pull Ron off you first." That wasn't too hard to imagine. They were in the summer between junior and senior years when they found out that Wade's house could be seen from her window.

"Right. I just got word that Dementor is on the move."

Kim rubbed her temples. "Please tell me he's not after the Vortex Inducer again."

"Uhhhhh." Wade looked away from the screen.

"Wade!"

"I'm just kidding. No, it's not the Pan Dimensional Vortex Inducer this time. He's up to his old tricks with power absorption again. He just raided a top-secret lab and stole a device that can create a damping field around a nuclear reactor, siphoning the energy off without releasing any radiation."

"Okay, Wade. We're on it. What's the ride sitch?"

"I take it we're still not on speaking terms with GJ?" he asked.

"So not."

"Well, can the two of you…"

"Wade." She cut him off. "Right now I'm really not up to providing transpo. We'll take what you can get."

"Got it. I'll have a ride to your front door in fifteen."

Kim looked at Ron, then back at her friend. "Make it thirty. I'm so going to take a shower first."

As Wade signed off, she dragged Ron along behind her. They may not have had a chance to do any making out or cuddling the night before, but she was going to take five minutes and have him scrub her back, regardless of whether her parents happened to be up and about.