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Let me preface this by saying that I probably over-reacted to a review posted for this story. I should have taken the criticisms as they were, and not as a personal attack. Maybe just the way it was written, or my frame of mind when I read it, caused a knee-jerk reaction. It won't happen again.

Sorry this chapter took a while to post. Mundane life intruded again. Hope everyone is still reading this story. I'm debating on changing the title, and would like some opinions whether I should or not. I'm thinking of "A Possible Death". I didn't know if it would be bad form to change the title of a story in the middle of writing it. I'm actually thinking of taking it a slightly different direction than I originally had intended. Any input? Questions? Comments? Concerns?

As always: I do not own any of the characters involved in this story.

A small discovery

The teens stood and held each other for well over 10 minutes. In fact, they had to be interrupted by the mortician. "I'm sorry, but I need to place him back inside there." The mortician said, pointing at the refrigerated alcove.

"Oh… wait a sec." Ron said. He suddenly reached under the sheet by the head surprising both the mortician and Kim.

"Ronald! What are you doing?" Kim was mortified. After only a few seconds, Ron pulled his hand out from under the sheet, and in his fingers was what looked like a small bug.

"What do you have there?" The mortician asked. He didn't like people touching the bodies in his morgue.

"Uh… ummm… I just saw this bug crawl under there, and I didn't want it with him." Ron thought he had covered that pretty well. "We gotta go, see ya, bye!"

Ron grabbed Kim's hand as he rushed out of the room, and out of the building. Ron had driven the Possible's minivan over to the hospital, and they were just getting in and snapping the seatbelts when Kim asked Ron a question. "So Ron, you going to tell me what that was all about?"

Ron held out his hand as if he was going to drop something from his fist. Kim placed her hand underneath his, and Ron dropped the small mechanical bug into the palm of her hand. She gave Ron a quizzical look.

"That's what Drakken was going to use to try and control your Dad KP."

"Drakken…" The tone of her voice sent a chill up Ron's spine.

"Now Kim, I know what's going through your mind." Kim's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white. She kept twisting her hands on the wheel making it squeak and groan under the pressure. "Drakken is only partially responsible."

"Partially? Ron, he's the sole reason my Dad is dead!"

"They said it was a mistake." Ron said flatly.

"A mistake? A freakin' MISTAKE?" I'll show him a mistake!" Kim started the van, slammed it into gear and took off, wheels screaming and throwing gravel.

"Wade!" Kim almost screamed into the kimmunicator when she keyed the 13 year-old. "Where's Drakken's lair!"

"Don't tell her Wade!" Ron said lud enough to be heard. "She wants to kill Drakken!"

"Uhmmm, Kim? Is that true?" Wade asked with a concerned voice.

"Eye for an eye Wade. He killed my Dad after all…"

Tears were streaming out of Kim's eyes, and she tried wiping them away just as the asphalt road turned into a gravel road. With the fact that she was already very distraught and her already shaking hands, the act of wiping the tears from her face caused Kim to lose control of the van, and the back end started to fish-tail around.

"Kim! Look out!" Ron's hands immediately went to the roof of the vehicle in an attempt to keep from being thrown around.

Kim fought with the wheel, steering left, then right, trying to gain control. Finally she was able to stop the swerving, but only in time to see a mail box coming straight for them! She slammed on the brakes, locking the wheels. They skidded right on over the mailbox, and finally stopped, nose down in a shallow ditch. They were lucky that the house the mailbox belonged to was down a rural road about half a mile, and no one else had seen what had happened.

The cloud of dirt and dust settled after a couple of minutes, and Ron pried his fingers from the indentations he made in the roof of the vehicle. He looked over at Kim, who was slumped over the wheel, her hair forward and hiding her face, her hands still gripping the wheel.

"Kim…?" Ron asked as he put a hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright?"

Her shoulders began to shake and shudder while she sobbed. "Yeah… I'm f… fine." She lifted her head and looked at Ron, who ahd been looking at her with a face full of concern.

"Oh Ron…!" I c… could have killed us!" She immediately let go of the wheel and wrapped her arms around his neck, and she continued to cry on his shoulder.

"It's OK Kim… it's OK." Ron spoke in a hushed voice as he softly stroked the hair hanging down her back. "It's not the right thing to do Kim, both of us know that."

"Y… yeah, I know that. B… but…"

"Kim, we need to tell the rest of your family what's happened. They don't know."

"God Noooo! I c… can't d that Ronald! I j… just can't! What will Mom th… think of m… me? I… I couldn't s… save him…"

"Oh Kim… you couldn't." Ron still held his trembling girlfriend "Don't blame yourself. Please. If anyone, blame me."

"What!" She pulled back, looking into his deep brown eyes. "What are you saying…?"

"Kim, I should have been quicker. You saw from the video that I could have caught him. I… couldn't." Ron lowered his head as he spoke. He touched one hand with the other, as he looked down. "I… I still feel his…chest, where my fingers grazed him right before he fell. If… if I was j… just a step closer…I could h… have…"

Kim sat there, looking at her boyfriend as he began to blame himself for her father's death. She had almost believed he had killed her father, and now he was actually blaming himself for the death, and she could tell it was tearing him up inside.

Kim placed a hand on Ron's cheek, and gently lifted his face to hers. "Ron… let's stop blaming ourselves. OK? sniff> Neither of us are to blame for what happened." Ron nodded in agreement, and wiped tears from his own face.

"Good. Now let's go."

"You still don't want to get Drakken, do you?" Ron asked as Kim turned the ignition switch. The engine had stalled as it nosed into the ditch.

"Oh, I still want to kill that bastard! But… you're right. We need to go home and tell Mom what's happened. She must be worried sick about us." She then re-started the vehicle, backed out of the ditch, turned around and headed back into town. For the entire drive, the two held hands, drawing strength from each other to perform the task ahead of them. They were going to tell Anne Possible that her husband was dead, and the twins that their father was dead.

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Back at the morgue.

It was still dark, and the mortician had fallen asleep on his office couch, again. He didn't have much of a life, so he sometimes just slept at work. Besides, for some reason he felt more comfortable around dead bodies, than with live ones.

A rumbling sound woke him from his slumber. Was that a cooler tray? He thought, rubbing his eyes as he woke up.

Slowly the mortician slipped off the couch, and walked through the open door of his office into the cooler room. It was dark, but there was enough light so that he could see shapes.

"Who's there?" He called out at the shape of someone bending over one of the trays, and the body laying on it. The head popped up, surprised by the sudden voice.

"What are you…" his voice was cut off as he fell to the floor out cold. The last thing he saw was the face of a woman with dark hair bathed in a green glow.

To be continued…

Sorry this is a little shorter than my other chapters. It just seemed like a good way to end this one…