The 1st Annual Fannie Awards Chapter 2: Best OneShot Overall, a kim possible fanfic

Welcome, one and all to the 1st Annual Fannie Awards, set to recognize all the hard working authors out there who strive, in their own free time, to bring the very best of the Kim Possible Universe to people every day. And now your hosts, Jason 'Zaratan' Jones and Matt 'mattb3671' Bryson!

"Well Matt, I am so glad you could be here with me today to host the 1st Annual Fannie Awards. I can't believe the talent of our esteemed guests here. For the past several years, so many people have come together, in their love of a single program, to produce some remarkable works of art."

"Right backatcha, JZ! Why, I remember back when there were less than 2000 stories in the KP fanfic section. Then authors starting multiplying like smuffy little plot bunnies in springtime. People united, fans came together! As one we said, '65?' Not enough! We want more than a kiss at Prom! If you mousey buggars won't, THEN WE WILL!" mattb3671 thrust his fist into the air. "And, so we bog-diggity did!"

"And now, we see where that determination has brought us. The cancellation of Kim Possible didn't kill the franchise; it strengthened it, made it stronger. And the fanfiction thrived! New authors appeared rapidly, and the forums blossomed. New ideas came into the mix, and new story ideas were brought forth."

"And, the sky opened up, heavenly shafts of light rained down, and lo and behold, we had our fourth season granted to us by much wiser Disney demigods. Most stories will be AU when it arrives, but did the writers care? Oh heck no. We laughed and cheered the loudest! More canon fodder for our powerful pens!"

Mattb3671 leered.

"Are y'all ready for some season four smuff? I am. But until then, the ink will flow, and the writers will dream. And the readers will read... we hope! And until then, let's give out some prizes! Our first category is 'Best One-Shot Overall'. Ladies and gents, Hank Perkins, Esquire, and Dr. Chester Yapsby!"

Hank and Chester stroll in, tuxedo clad, Hank looking lawyer smug and Chester glancing about nervously. Hank addressed the crowd. "Well, I'm not really sure why we're here but as long as someone can sign my time card –"

"Let's get this over with..." moaned Yapsby. "Do you see any... roaches? Giant roaches?"

Perkins shot Yapsby a disbelieving look. "Umm, no. Now, the nominees for Best One-Shot are...

Chronic, by Nate Grey…

Kim's cheeks turned bright red. "You heard me," she muttered.

"Oh, I heard you. I just don't believe what I heard. I didn't know you were into girls, Kimmie

"I'm not!" Kim protested. "I just...have certain...needs, is all."

Shego chuckled. "You don't have to explain it to me. We all get that...itch from time to time..."

"No, no, no!" Kim cried, her face going red again. "That's not what I meant, Shego

"Sure, Pumpkin. Whatever you say. Just keep in mind that you're the one hugging me."

Kim bit her lip. "I have...a condition," she said at last.

"It's more of a sexual preference, actually," Shego pointed out.

How Drakken Almost Stole Christmas, by G-Go…

"But Drakken insisted she wear a disguise,

So he dressed her up (and avoided her eyes).

'Cause her angry look could have rendered him dead,

While he fastened an antler up on to her head.

"This is stupid!" She growled, "No one's going to buy this!"

"Not with that attitude," He sniffed, "Come on, just try this."

Then Drakken walked out, hiked his belt several notches,

Shook his fist at the town, "Santa's comin', beeyotches!""

It's a Small Thing, by CaptainKodak1…

"Yikes!" He dove through the opening as the cat swatted at him. He felt the claws whisper by him as he fell out of the vent to land on Shego's bed. He got to his feet to see the cat pushing the vent open more. Ron felt a breeze and looked down.

"AHH MAN!"

Ron glanced back up to see his pants hanging from the cat's claws. The cat pushed again and the vent opened more. Ron slid off the bed and ran into the other room which turned out to be the bathroom.

"WHOOPS, wrong turn."

Ron turned to run out but the cat had forced the vent and was now approaching with his pants in its mouth. The cat took a couple of more steps toward him. Ron looked around and saw he cornered next to the tub. The glass doors were open so the climbed up the curtain hanging outside the tub. He stood on the edge of the tub and faced the cat. It was then he heard sloshing of water. He turned to the side. Shego lay in the tub covered in bubbles. Her blackened eyes grew large around her swollen face.

"STOPPABLE!" Shego shrieked.

"AHHHHH" screamed Ron as he slipped on the soap on the side of the tub and fell in the water.

"HIssssss" The cat jumped Ron fell off the side of the tub. The cat passed over him and landed in the water. There was another shriek from Shego as she tried to stand up only to slip and fall. The rush of water splashed Ron out onto the floor. Ron tried to run from the room as water continued to splash out the floor. Several items came hurtling at him from Shego's direction as she screamed his name along with several other words. He grabbed one of the bottles that spray foam nozzle and sprayed the floor as he ran. He hoped it would make it slippery. The sodden cat was tossed out of the tub to land in the foam. Furball continued to try to get on its feet but Ron stood and sprayed the cat as much as he could. The cat howled as the foam covered it and it retreated around the sink. Ron threw the can to the floor and ran from the room. He wiped himself off as he was covered in the foam himself. He did not see the name on the can as it rolled away. "Nair foam mousse"

Little Black Dress, by CaptainKodak1…

I turned and walked slowly across the room to a small cabinet knelling in front, I opened it and pulled out a thick photo album. My hand slid across the plastic cover. This was Kim's album, the one Anne and I had started when Kim was first born. The album was thick and heavy. Not many pictures had been added recently since we had gone with the digital cameras. The album lay in my lap as I slid into my favorite chair and opening the front cover. A picture of Kim and Ron dropped into my lap. It was a picture of Kim and Ron he had taken that night of the Diablo's. They had returned home after beating Drakken and had returned to the dance. They had left the house hand in hand that night. Another picture caught my eye. It was a pictures of a much younger Kim and Ron all dressed up for Halloween and heading out the door.

Another picture caught his eye. This was a newspaper photo from the evening of the Diablo's. Kim stood there in that form fitting suit with Ron standing with her. Her hand was curled around Ron's. Kim was not little anymore. She was becoming a grown young woman. She had made a place for herself in this world, and she had someone to share that place with and it was not me.

The hours have passed, and I sit here waiting for Kim to come home. The clock gleamed out the time. "12:45" The dance supposed to over at 12:30.

Headlights played across the front of the house. I hesitated from getting up.

"No, I will give them this one little bit of privacy. Although a stern reminder of "Black hole" in his email might not be a bad idea."

I got up and waited in the door to the den. I leaned against the doorway as the front door knob rattled. I heard quiet voices on the other side of the door, then the doorknob rattled again and the door opened. Kim backed in the door whispering "good night". She closed and locked the door. Glancing through the drapes she watched until Ron had gotten back in his car and pulled away. Kim turned off the front light and turned to see me standing there. Her eyes got big. "OH DADDY WAIT till you hear this." We turned and sat down and I listened as Kim curled up next to me and told me of everything that had happened. I really didn't hear much. I just sat there marveling at the wonderful young woman that seemed to have blossomed before my eyes. She laughed and giggled as she explained all that had occurred that night. Once in awhile she would reach out and grab my hand to make a point.

I remember a little girl reaching out to grab my hand. She needed help climbing some steps or she wanted a horsey ride. 'A daddy special.' She would climb on my leg and take a seat on my foot. I would then flex my leg raising her higher and higher. Kim would cackle with laughter. "Higher daddy higher!" She would say until I would flip backwards and let her slide forward onto my stomach for a special daddy hug and tickle. Anne would come in the room and tell me to stop being so rough. Kimmie and I would always look over her and giggle together.

Kim stood using my knee to help her.. She had told everything that had happened. I smiled at her as she looked down at me. She bent over and gave me a slight kiss on the cheek. "Thank you daddy, I love you." She whispered. She smiled as she turned and headed up the stairs to her room. I stood and turned off all the lights in the room, then followed her up the stairs. I watched her as she entered her room. Kim turned back, saw me standing there, and waved. I waved back as Kim smiled and disappeared into her room.

I sighed as I watched her disappear into her room. Where was she going? She was growing up and facing a life of her own. His little girl was little no more. She was going places on her own and she had a fine man standing at her side.

"TOMORROW, UPPERTON!" cried Yapsby out of nowhere. The crowd stared. Perkins elbowed the researcher, snapping him out of a daze. "Oh, yes, yes. And the winner is...

Chronic, by Nate Grey!"

"Accepting the award for Nate Grey are Kim Possible and Shego."

Kim waves to her fans as she walks onstage, dragging a sour-looking Shego behind her.

"Thanks, everyone! We're here to accept this award on behalf of the writer who manipulated us for this particular story-"

"More like grossly misrepresented us," Shego mutters.

Kim frowns and pinches Shego's arm. "Don't make me get the leash again, Shego." Kim clears her throat and smiles again. "As I was saying, Nate thought we should accept the award, since it was our likenesses that drew in the Kigo fans."

"Damn stupid concept if you ask me," Shego grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You'll have to forgive my moody wittle fwiend here," Kim giggles, making Shego cringe. "Because we had to get here early, we didn't get to cuddle as much as she's used to, and as you can see, she's pretty mad about that."

"Stop talking like that!" Shego shouts, her face bright red. "I'm not a stuffed animal!"

"Of course you're not," Kim replies, slipping her arms around Shego and nuzzling her neck. "Don't worry, we can cuddle all you want when we get home..."

Shego growls and pushes Kim's head away. "Basically, I deserve this award for all the humiliation I suffered at the hands of certain people who will remain nameless, but rest assured I know exactly where HE lives."

Kim grins. "Anyway, we have to be going." She quickly stage-whispers, "She gets REALLY grumpy if she doesn't get her snuggles by noon."

Shego claps a hand over Kim's mouth and drags her offstage and back to their seats, muttering angrily all the while.

Jason and Matt walk back on stage, smiling broadly. Matt's eyes seem glued to Shego as she drags off Kim, as Jason continues.

"I always loved that story, had me laughing like crazy. Now, put your hands together for Finger Eleven, with One Thing!"

Restless tonight
Cause I wasted the light
Between both these times
I drew a really thin line
It's nothing I planned
And not that I can
But you should be mine
Across that line

If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn't that be something

I promise I might
Not walk on by
Maybe next time
But not this time

Even though I know
I don't want to know
Yeah I guess I know
I just hate how it sounds

If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn't that be something

Even though I know
I don't want to know
Yeah I guess I know
I just hate how it sounds

If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn't that be something