Hopefully this answers the questions I posed at the end of the previous chapter satisfactorily…
Disclaimer (Yup, it's that same thing again): I do not own the characters in the following conglomeration of words…
Sins and Explanations
"Thaaat's it James, just keep watching the tip of the pencil." Dr. Sharla's voice intoned very gently as she passed the pencil back and forth in front of his eyes. James Possibles' eyelids began to droop. "Just keep watching the tip. Listen to my voice, and see nothing but the tip of the pencil." His eyes finally closed.
"Good. Now James, open your eyes, and keep listening to me, OK?"
"Yeeess. I will listennnn."
"James?" Dr. Sharla's voice continued methodically. "I want you to think back to just a few days ago. The evening after you and your wife were together… later in your office." She paused for a few seconds. "Are you there?"
"Yes, I am." James spoke in a soft gentle voice.
"What do you see? What do you feel?"
"I see… I see something on my desk. A gift."
"Good. What did you do next?"
"I… I opened it." He paused for a few seconds. "It… It was a… gag gift. It was a… bottle of Viagra. I don't need Viagra." He finished with a bit of a scowl.
"Of course you don't. Please continue. Were there other gifts?"
"I… I found one more. It was hidden in a desk drawer. I opened it too."
"What was in the gift?" Dr. Sharla prodded gently.
"A… A puff of smoke… or something, hit me in the face… Then I… I…" James started to wrestle with himself. His face began to contort into in all manner of ways. It looked as if he was fighting something deep within his mind.
"Calm down Jim. Calm down." Dr. Sharla attempted to have James get ahold of his emotions. "Don't let the emotions control you. Just tell me what you felt next."
The contortions of his faced ceased, as he continued to describe his emotions.
"I… I felt so… angry! I was angry with those who gave me the gag gift. I was angry at those who had laughed at me. I was angry with my job! But I Love my job! I was so torn up inside!" His body began to react to the emotions again.
"Stay calm Jim. Stay calm. Just relax and breathe." Dr. Sharla took control of his emotions again. His breathing began to slow, and James then continued.
"I… I looked at pictures of my wife… and kids. I… I felt… envious… of Anne! My own wife! Why was I feeling this way? I have a doctorate, but she's a REAL doctor! She saves lives!" His body began to clench again as the emotions wracked through his mind. Then he suddenly relaxed, and his voice became quiet. "All I do is build rockets.
"I… I then see a picture of my boys. Th… the twins. I felt so much… animosity towards them! They were so much SMARTER than me at their age! I wanted to… I wanted to…" James Possible then began to cry. His shoulders heaved with great sobs of pain and guilt.
"Th… then I saw the picture of my Kimmie-cub. She's so pretty. So smart. A beautiful teenage girl! The emotions I felt… I wanted… I…" James pulled his knees up to his chest and continued to cry loudly. "I felt so… primal…"
"There, there, James. It's all over now." Dr. Sharla placed a hand on a shaking shoulder. "Please… relax, relax… let all the emotions drain away. Let it drain away like rain falling out of a drain spout. Watch them sink into the ground, never to be seen again." She watched as James slowly stopped crying, and un-curled himself to sit up straight on the couch again.
"Good. Now… what do you remember next?"
"I… I remember being on the r… roof. I remember seeing R… Ronald. H… he was t… taking my Kimmie cub away from me! I… I couldn't let him do that! I… I tousled with him a bit, but then… then…" James suddenly stopped talking.
"Then what James?" The psychologist gently prodded again.
"I knew what had to be done." James now sat straight on the couch, his jaw set. "I couldn't keep these emotions going on inside me. They would keep controlling me if I couldn't stop them, and there was only one way to do that. I… I ran to the edge of the roof. I s… stood there and turned around to face h… R… Ronald. I… I said good bye to him. I… called him m… my s… son.
"H… he tried to catch me. To rescue me! But I knew I couldn't be rescued. I jumped…! The last thing I r… remember was looking into m… my daughters green eyes, and telling her that I… that I… I let her know that I would… could… would be proud to have Ron as a son. Then everything went black again."
He looked over at Dr. Sharla. "I… should be dead, shouldn't I? I… I mean… I jumped from a 4-story building! I should be dead!"
"Calm down James. You're not dead." She paused and then said to herself, "Now let's find out why to don't remember your family"
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…"I… might… (cough)… kill y… you" Kim narrowed her eyes. That had never stopped Shego before now. "Also… (huff), I can't seem to light… (gag) my h… hands!"
"Kim…" Ron's hand landed on Kim's shoulder, his voice calm.
"What?" Kim turned her head slightly to speak to Ron, but kept her eyes on Shego.
"Something's not right Kim." Ron said in a flat toned voice.
"L… let me ex… explain…" Shego rasped.
"Please Kim, let her talk." Ron's voice cut through the fog of anger and fury that held Kim to Shego's throat. She began to back off, but just a little. Just as Shego lifted herself from the wall, Kim gave her an angry shove back into the wall, and then she stepped back.
"Talk." Kim crossed her arms, and spat the word into Shego's face.
"Let… let me catch… catch my breath… first, P… Princess." Shego gently rubbed her throat, and walked over to a chair and sat down. She offered a seat to the two teens with a wave of her hand, but they stayed standing.
"Well…?" Kim said sounding impatient. "Explain."
Shego finally found her voice. "When I found out that Dr. D. had made two kinds of the stuff, and that I had made the mistake of giving him the wrong gift, I… I…"
"You what? Grew a conscience?" Kim's voice was as cold as ice.
"I wanted to atone for my mistake." Shego looked straight into Kim's green orbs. "I got this crazy idea, and I guess it worked. At least most of it worked." She actually hung her head.
"You didn't expect to lose a part of you." Kim deduced.
"Exactly. Ever since I made the transfusion…"
"Wait… A transfusion?" Kim was shocked into full realization. All she had been working on was a theory in the back of her head, and now it was staring her in the face.
"Yeah… I transferred some of my blood into him." Both Kim and Ron's face were ones of shock. ""Don't look so shocked. I'm sure from your experiences fighting me you two should have known I had some sort of healing power. I also happen to have the type of blood that can be given to anyone else. Lucky me…"
"But now you…" Ron started to say as he himself was starting to put things together.
"Now I don't have the plasma power. I guess I gave away too much." She paused. "Would you like to know how it works?"
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"James?" Dr. Sharla spoke again. "James? Do you remember your family?"
"I… I know I for sure have a wife, Anne." He said resolutely. "But… I guess I have… others?"
"Yes. Why have you forgotten them? Why have you pushed them from your mind?" She prodded gently, but with a purpose.
"I… I… I didn't feel worthy to be their father anymore. Wh… what I felt towards them. I thought… thought that if I forgot them, that I… couldn't hurt them. My last memory of them was the feelings I had felt towards them! I… I couldn't live with those memories." He hung his head low.
"So when you found out that you were alive, you felt like a failure at shutting out those feelings. You felt that they would come back, so you in a sense banished them from your memory. So you wouldn't have to feel that again."
"Yes… exactly! I should have died! I should be dead for what I felt… I should be in Hell for what I felt! For what I did!"
"So you feel that you…" Dr. Sharla began to say.
"Yes! I have sinned! I should be paying for my sins!" Dr. James Timothy Possible cried into his hands. Dr. Sharla couldn't take much more, and she did something that a professional psychologist really shouldn't do. She sat next to him, and hugged him. Dr. James Timothy Possible cried his eyes out on her shoulder for the sins he had felt towards his family.
The psychologist then asked one last question. "So why didn't you banish your wife from your memories too?"
"B… because I still needed a… an anchor to this world. I d… didn't want to die… again."
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"How what works?" Ron asked as the two teens then sat down on the previously offered couch.
"Everybody thinks it was radiation that caused a mutation in me and my brothers. Well, it's actually a mutation that is inside of us."
Kim and Ron stared at Shego, almost unbelieving. "You already know about the comet, as my brothers had told you. Well, initially we all thought it was some sort of radiation also. But after we had used our powers for a while for good, and we made some money from it, we started to pay for some experiments."
"You wanted to know the origin of what happened to you." Kim finished.
"Yes. After months of blood tests and some experimentation, we discovered that the comet had actually had biological parasites on it. It was deduced that after travelling through space for most likely almost a millennia, the parasites on it that came from a world many, many light years away, most likely the same world that the comet came from, had absorbed space-borne radiation, and it finally crashed here on earth. The parasites that were dormant from the freezing cold of space were revived in the atmosphere, and attached themselves to the first living organisms they came in contact with. Me and my brothers. And now you see the results sitting here in front of you."
"Wow… So your like… half an alien?" Ron said with awe.
"No. We are… infected… in a sense, with something that cannot be taken. Or so we… I… thought. It was a long shot when I did the transfusion into your father. Now that I've taken some of the parasites from me to bring him back…"
"Some of your power has now left you." Kim finished.
"And apparently it was enough to take away my plasma power. But I seem to still have everything else."
"The strength, the healing powers…" Ron finished.
"So why have you told us this?" Kim asked as she squinted her eyes at Shego.
"I knew you would notice that there would be something… missing the next time we fought, and since it was tied to the MIRACLE resurrection of your father Kimmie, I felt that you should know the entire story."
"But…" Kim started to say.
"I don't want your thanks, and I don't want your pity. I just want you to swear, on your honor, that you will not, I repeat, WILL NOT, take it easy on me because I don't have something that I used to. I am NOT handicapped!"
"Not a chance." Both Kim and Ron spoke together, and spoke with honor.
To be concluded…
Should there be any kind of warning for this chapter related to the emotions Mr. Dr. P. had gone through?
Questions? Comments? Concerns? Please R & R… I believe I will finish this with one more chapter.