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Sadness and Atonement

Kim and Ron arrived at her house about 8 o'clock in the morning. Both had been up all night, and it was starting to catch up to them. As they pulled into the driveway, Ron let out a huge yawn.

"Oh man, Kim! Are you as tired as I am?"

Kim looked at Ron with bags under her eyes. They were still a little bloodshot from all the crying she had done the previous night. Her hair was a mess, and she looked like death warmed over.

"Say no more." He responded.

"Let's get this over with Ron. I hope we can get some sleep afterwards."

The two slowly got out of the van, and Ron glanced down at the slight damage to the front grill from hitting the mailbox. "Not as bad as I thought." He mumbled under his breath.

Kim opened the front door with her key and they walked towards the kitchen, where they figured Mrs. Possible would be. The two walked in, and sure enough, there she was sitting at the table.

She sat there with a hot cup of coffee in her hands, steam still rising from the cup. Her head was down, and she finally heard the two teens walk in. She looked up with hope in her eyes.

"Hey Mom."

"Hi Mrs. Dr. P."

"Good morning, kids." Anne breathed out, obviously she had been up all night too.

"Mom… I don't know how to say this." Kim started, with sullen eyes.

"Your Father? Ja…?" Her husband's name caught in her throat.

Kim walked over to her mother as she stood from her chair. "Mom? I'm so, so sorry. Dad, Daddy… H… he… didn't make it." She was trying very hard not to fight her own tears as they started to seep out of Mrs. Possible's blue eyes.

Anne stumbled back, and bumped into the chair, causing the legs to squeak loudly on the floor. She put out a hand to steady herself, and quickly Ron stepped up to her side and offered his support. With a hand on her side, and another holding her opposite hand, Ron helped Anne sit in the chair.

Anne looked up at Ron with her big blue eyes as the tears began to flow freely. "You're such a good man, Ronald." She said quietly, but loud enough for both to hear.

Kim had a look of shock on her face, and it was almost as if she couldn't move. 'You're a good man, Ronald' kept repeating itself in her head. Where had she heard that before? With stark realization, Kim suddenly remembered where she had heard those words.

The shock caused her to slightly swoon, and she placed a hand out to the side in an attempt to steady herself. Ron looked up just in time to see that Kim looked like she was about to faint. He quickly stepped around the table, and caught her just under the arms as her knees buckled. He gently sat her in a chair, and asked if she was OK.

"Oh Ron… I j… just realized something. I remember what Daddy had told me before h… he…" She began to sob into her hands as her elbows rested on the table. Ron sat down on a third chair, and placed a hand on each of the red heads shoulders. He made a promise to himself at that point to be there for these two women, no matter what.

"What was it Kim?" Ron gently asked as Anne also looked at her daughter with wet, blood shot eyes.

"H… he said…that you are a 'Good man', and that he would b… be proud to c… call you a S… son-in-law. What does that mean Mom?" Kim looked at mother for answers.

"I think he was trying to tell you that he approves of Ronald, Kimmie." Anne said as she placed a hand on one of her daughters. "He just gave you his blessing to marry Ronald. If you wish."

Just then the twins came in through the kitchen doorway, and looked at everyone at the table. "What's going on?" "Why is everyone so sad?" The two said.

"Jim, Tim…" Kim said as she stretched her hand out to her brothers. "Come here and sit down, please."

"Where's Dad?" "It's about Dad, isn't it?" The two were just to smart for their own good.

"Guys…" Kim started as her lower lip began to quiver, "Jim, Tim, Daddy's not with us anymore."

"What?" Both exclaimed at the exact same time. "No, no, nooooo" Both were speaking at the same time, and shaking their heads side to side. "He's DEAD? Who did it? Was it Shego? Drakken?"

Kim sat there with her head down, her un-kept hair falling down the sides of her face. She looked up at the boys again, and just nodded. Twin lips began to quiver, and they took off running to their bedroom.

"Do you think they will be OK?" Ron asked.

"No, they won't." Kim and her mother spoke at the same time, and then stood and quickly went to the twin's room, with Ron right behind them.

The twin's door was open, so all three walked in, and witnessed the twins as they were working on something, tears flowing out of their eyes. They didn't speak to each other, but it was as if they were communicating telepathically. Jim would hold out a hand and Tim would place an object in his palm, obviously the right thing, as he then attached it to what they were working on.

"What are you two working on?" Kim asked with worry in her eyes.

"Nothing much, just the ultimate weapon." "And we're going to go get Drakken and Shego for killing Dad." The answer sent chills down the spines of the other three in the room.

"Boys, you can't do that." Anne said, as she kneeled down beside them, and drew their little bodies into her.

"Why not?" Both said, as they tried to squirm out of her hug. Their Mom just squeezed tighter. "We've got to do something!" Both spoke again.

"Boys, it's OK." Anne said in a quiet voice. "It's OK. You can cry. He may not be with us physically, but he will always be in our thoughts, and our hearts." The struggle of the two weakened, and finally stopped. Their little eyes began to finally cry.

Kim stepped in from the doorway, knelt down and wrapped her arms around her Mother and brothers. She then waved a hand at Ron to get him to come in also. He shook his head, as he thought this should be a time for the Possible family to be alone, but Kim just looked at him sternly, and waved her hand again. He kneeled down beside the Possible family, joined in the hug, and all five mourned the death of James Timothy Possible.

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Shego could not believe she was going to try this. Had she gone soft? This was also very dangerous. Especially to her, at least in her mind. She always admitted to her mistakes, and would try to atone for them. If this worked, she would make a family very, very happy, but if it failed, which it certainly could, she may have to try something even more drastic.

Dr. Drakken had told her everything about the chemical agent that he had created, and he had told her that there was also an unusual side effect. In a sense, it could preserve the mind of a dead, or dying person, for about 24 hours. That's what started this dangerous idea to form in her head.

Being pretty much an introvert, Shego had not told her employer too much about herself. In fact, she hardly told anyone about herself. For one thing, she was much older than anyone would ever believe. The comet powers had given her and her brothers more than just strength and the ability to do wonderful things. It also gave them a healing power that almost stopped their aging process. It was so powerful, that short of having their head chopped off, and then incinerated, they could not die from bodily damage!

It was something in her blood. She had known from long ago when Doctors and scientists tried to figure out what kind of changes they had gone through, that her blood was type O negative. It was a very rare blood type, one in which she could donate to anyone, and their body would not reject it. The only down fall of this type of blood, was that it was the only kind she could ever receive for a transfusion.

Being a bit of a computer geek herself, Shego had become pretty good with a keyboard. She still preferred a more direct approach to do things, as in face to face, and fist to fist, but there were times when she would delve in to the world of electrons and data streams. It wasn't too hard for her to hack in to the security recordings of what happened at the space center. There was only one thing she wanted to see, what had actually killed Dr. Possible.

She knew what kind of damage that a fall like that could do to a body. Hell, it happened to her a couple of times when she was just learning the ropes of being evil. Her body had healed with no problems, and in only a few hours.

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So here she was, standing over the body of Dr. James Timothy Possible, and she was going to do a procedure that she had never tried before. She wasn't sure if it would even work at all.

After knocking out the mortician, she pulled out a flashlight, found a small floor lamp and switched it on. It was low light, but she didn't want to be caught. Her reputation would certainly suffer if anyone found out what she was about to attempt.

Looking around the room, Shego spied what she needed. It was a pump used to remove all blood from a dead body, and then replace it with embalming fluid. Noticing that it was clean, and hopefully sterile, she grabbed the needle end of the hose, and pushed it into a vein on the body of James. Turning on the pump, she removed what looked to be about 2 pints of blood as it collected in a clear glass bottle.

She then took the end of the hose from the bottle, found another sterilized needle wrapped in paper, attached it to the other end of the hose and plunged it into her own arm! She winced slightly, and then without hesitation, flipped the pump on in reverse. It began to draw her blood out, and put it into Dr. Possible's body. Only guessing by the time that it took to pump out the amount from the body, she ran the pump for approximately the same amount of time to replace the same amount into his body from hers.

She flicked the switch off, and immediately began to feel light-headed. Then her own body began to work it's magic, and it quickly replaced the loss of blood. With a sudden rush of energy, she stepped up to the table that the body lay on. Shego always felt invigorated after her body regenerated itself. She felt a tug on her arm, looked down, and pulled the needle out of her arm. The puncture wound healed immediately without letting a drop of blood fall out.

She picked up his body, lay it on the floor, and began to do CPR to move the blood around his veins, and get the blood she put in to him to circulate. She could tell that parts of him were starting to regenerate from her blood. Broken bones were starting to mend, and color was starting to come back to his skin. After pushing his chest, and breathing breaths into his mouth for about 5 minutes, Shego checked for a pulse.

Was that something? She moved her fingers a bit on the carotid artery she was feeling. That felt like something! Quickly looking around, her eyes landed on a portable Defibrillator. She leaped away from the body, grabbed the small unit, and then knelt down again at his side. She grabbed his shirt, and ripped it off exposing the skin. Quickly scanning the directions, Shego placed the pads on his chest, and switched the unit on.

A slight whining sound emitted from the unit as it charged the capacitors, and then a green light came on by the button marked SHOCK. She pressed it, and the body raised from the current that coursed through it. She placed a finger on his carotid again, and felt a fluttering. Was it working?

Looking at the unit again, the green light was again lit, and she pressed it again. After his body slumped again, Shego pressed her lips to his again, and blew in a couple breaths. She placed a finger on his carotid, and felt a heart beat!

Watching his face closely with her finger still on his neck, she continued to feel his heart beat get stronger. Suddenly, the body of Dr. James Timothy Possible took a breath! It worked! He was alive!

To be continued…

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