"With so many great writers out there, it's hard to single out any single writer as the best. To reach this point, you have to have the complete package, of skill, imagination, and determination."
Matt seemed to puzzle over something for a moment. "You know, I just realized… we're the only two members of the GWA who didn't get a nomination here."
Jason just shrugged. "I'm sure it was just an oversight."
"Maybe for you, you already won three awards! The only one I got, I have to share with you!"
Jason groaned. "Can we please not discuss this here? Do you want me to call Nooni up here? We only have two more awards to go here."
Matt just sulked. "Fine. Presenting the awards for Best Writers, are Mr. and Mrs. Doctors Possible!"
Mr. & Mrs. Possible stroll out to the podium, Mrs. Dr. P flashing her flawless smile, Mr. Dr. P straight-faced. Mrs. Dr. P stepped spoke first.
"James, dear, isn't wonderful that those nice writer boys Jason and Matthew asked us to present the 'Best Writer' award. I've always been thankful of the way all the writers make us seem such loving parents, both to Kimmie and Ron."
"Hmm." groused Mr. Dr. P. "I just wish I could get an answer from that Matt guy. What is this 'smuff' exactly, and why does it have anything to do with my Kimmie-cub?"
Mrs. Dr. P blushed lightly. "Not now, dear. Why don't you tell them the nominees for Best Writer?"
"Oh, right." Mr. Dr. P replied, looking at the card of nominees. "Wait... this can't be... I've never written any... well, the nominees are...
Allaine…
Shego sneered at her as she slashed the air where Kim's head had been a moment before. But Kim had ducked before burying the toe of her boot in Shego's stomach. Shego bent over, exhaling loudly as the air was expelled from her lungs.
"Oh God, Shego! Are you okay?"
The words had left her mouth before she even knew she'd said them. She slapped her hands over her lips, as if doing so could take them back.
Judging by the way Shego's eyes grew round with shock, and perhaps even horror, Kim knew they had most definitely not been taken back.
Shego's eyes then narrowed in fury. "What did you say?" she demanded. "What did you F---ING say?"
"Shego, I - "
"You just have to be so godd--n GOOD, don't you?" Shego snarled at her. "You - do you want to know the real reason I've been gone for two months? I was trying to avoid s--t like this! I tried to give you plenty of time to forget about what happened between us, and remember who we really are! We're enemies, got that?"
"Shego, it doesn't work like that!" Kim shot back.
"For softies like you, maybe," Shego sneered. "But I can put you BACK in that hospital the same as snapping my fingers!"
They were still just a couple feet from each other, and Shego's fist came toward her face so quickly that Kim, already astonished by the vehemence of Shego's reaction, had no time to block it. Instinctively she closed her eyes.
And the blow never came.
Kim opened her eyes, and Shego's fist was a mere inch from her nose. She could even feel the heat of Shego's plasma. "Shego?"
Shego lowered her hand slowly. She tried to say something, but she seemed only able to make inarticulate noises.
"That wasn't the real reason, was it?" Kim suddenly realized. "You haven't been gone all this time because of me. You've been trying to tell yourself that what happened between us didn't matter to you. You've been trying to forget!"
Shego backed away two steps before her face darkened with rage. She screamed with fury as she turned away from Kim and began throwing balls of plasma into the walls.
Kim just stood there. It looked like their status quo had changed.
Into what, she had no idea.
CaptainKodak1…
"Ah man" he groaned it was Wade calling. He most likely had a mission for Kim and Ron. 'Great' he thought 'right when the match was getting good'.
"Go Wade, this better be good." Ron growled.
"Ron, there might be a major disaster coming. I just got the word." Wade said giving an impression of sweating.
"What is it, Wade? Earthquake, volcano, fire?" Ron asked. "Where is Kim?"
Wade scratched the back of the neck, "uhhhh, Ron, that is the reason for the disaster."
Ron's eyes opened wide. "What's happened to Kim? Is she hurt? Is she okay?"
Wade said. "Ron, your birthday is tomorrow right."
Ron nodded. "That's right."
Wade said. "Well, Kim folks are gone and her brothers are at friend's house. Kim is trying to cook something for you. I think that she is going to bake you a cake."
Ron's eye's opened in horror. "You mean Kim is alone in the house and alone in the kitchen, and she it trying to cook? Do you have any idea of the repercussions of Kim being in a kitchen alone? The Possible's home insurance rates are high enough because of the tweebs. If Kim is the kitchen alone…? I have got to get over there NOW!"
Ron turned off the communication device and rushed from the room. He ran leaped from the second story banister and landed on the ground floor at a run.
"RONALD ADRIAN STOPPABLE! How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?" His mother screamed.
Ron stopped looked as his mother.
"Sorry mom, Class A-1 emergency!" Ron explained.
"Which villain this time?" his mother asked as she clasped her hand to her chest in horror.
"Not a villain this time Mom. Kim is trying to cook!" Ron yelled as he ran out the door.
"OY VEY!" Mrs. Stoppable said as she sat down. "BE careful Son." She yelled at her son as he ran from the house.
MrDrP…
"I think it's behind the door, Ron."
As Ron moved the door, Kim came up behind him and brushed against her boyfriend, distracting him. A moment later, the door was closed.
Kim tried the door knob.
"Ron, it's locked!"
"What!" he said trying the door. "Oh man! Not again. I can't believe this." He reached into his pocket for his cell phone; it was missing. He must have lost it. "Do you have the Kimmunicator?"
Kim shook her head. "I must have left it in my locker. No big!"
"No big! Kim, I've been locked in here for the Spirit Dance before. We're trapped …"
Ron was cut off by his girlfriend, who wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him.
"Mmmm. We're trapped. Such a pity," Kim said with a beguiling, inviting smile. She brought her lips to his again. They sat down on the floor and embraced. Then, as they shared another long, deep kiss, Kim took Ron's hand, which was on her waist, and began to move it slowly upwards, slowly, until …
Ron's eyes popped open. He was touching …
"KP! Uh, are you sure … I mean …" Ron was panicking. He liked touching what he just touched but he was surprised.
Kim, blushing, grinned sheepishly but happily at her boyfriend. "I thought it was time for you to leave first base. I hope that was okay ..."
"O, okay? W-wow," Ron stammered. "D, did you like it?" he asked, hoping against hope for one answer.
Kim reddened again but wore a huge smile. "Very much, Ron."
After a while, Ron looked into her eyes and asked, "Why now, Kim? I mean, don't get me wrong …"
"It's Spirit Dance night, Ron. I want both of us to have happy, special memories of this evening – and this closet – for the rest of our lives. And you know what they say – third time's the charm …"
"And the winner is… that's strange… me?""Dear, I knew you had it in you to be a writer," Mrs. Possible said, as she squeezed her husband's arm.
"Well, I guess I did always have a creative streak …" Dr. James Timothy Possible said, a bit confused by his appearance at the Fannie Awards.
The Mr. and Mrs. Possible watched as James Timothy Possible strode across the stage.
"Outstanding! A temporal doppelganger," the author said as he approached the lectern. "We sure didn't have those when I was in high school. So, how did I get here? And is this lovely woman your wife or my wife?"
"She's mine," the presenter growled. "Go find your own."
"I see that Kimmie-cub and Ronald are together," the author observed, whispering to his twin, "That's good. You know, they're together where I come from, too. So, you keeping him in line with the black hole threat?"
The presenter relaxed. This other James seemed to know the score about Kim and boys. "I sure am. Even told him I had the vectors and throw-weights calculated."
"Boys," Mrs. Possible chided, "I don't want either of you threatening Ron. He's a very nice young man."
"Yes, Dear," James and James both replied.
"Now why don't we move this along," Mrs. Possible said. "I'm sure our audience would like to hear what you have to say, James."
The two presenters moved aside, allowing the author to take his position behind the lectern.
"Well, I'm not sure where to start.
"I've always thought of myself first and foremost as a husband and father, then as a rocket scientist, then only as a writer. To be singled out for this award is truly humbling."
"My career as a writer began when I was a boy and I wrote fan mail to my hero Vlad Lukovic, of Hydraulic Servo-Actuator Fame. I wrote him letter after letter. He never did write back, the creep, but boy, did I get practice with the old pen and paper!"
"Some of you may want to know the secret to my success. I can sum it up in two words: bacon pizza. Mmmm mmmm. Fuel me up with bacon pizza and I can do anything!"
"Of course, having a loving wife and great kids, helps, too."
"So, I'd like to say thank you."
"Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed my stories and voted me 'Best Writer.' I am touched, honored, and, given the competition out there, simply flabbergasted.
"Thank you to Tim and Jim, who I am sure created the technology to bring me here to receive an award from myself,
"Thank you to my Kimmie-cub, for saving the world over and over again, thus giving me a safe place in which to write,
"Thank you to Ronald, for being a best friend and boyfriend to my daughter and knowing that the road to happiness lies in keeping his hands to himself if he doesn't want to pursue a career in deep space exploration,
"And, finally, and most importantly, thank you, Mrs. Dr. P., for providing me with the inspiration to be creative, for indulging me in my at times near obsessive hobby, for being my best friend and lover."
"And now I'll be going. I really do not like being around all of these show people …"
As the award winning MrDrP leaves the stage, Jason leans in to talk to the first Dr. Possible. Jason is grinning evilly as he speaks, and the older man's smile disappears instantly. "SMUFF IS WHAT?"
Matt pales, and runs quickly for the exit. "It doesn't have to involve Kim, it could be anyone!"
"I have a deep space probe just ready to go…"
Jason just grins, smiling to the crowd, as Dr. Possible chases Matt through the corridors. "That will teach him to tell Shego it was all my idea. Now, for our next performer of the night, please welcome back Five for Fighting, with Superman : It's Not Easy!"
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
I'm more than a bird:I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train and
It's not easy to be me
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see
It may sound absurd:but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed:but won't you conceed
Even Heroes have the right to dream but
It's not easy to be me
Up, up and away:away from me
It's all right:You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy:or anything:
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
inside of me…
inside of me…
inside of me…
inside of me…
I'm only a man in a funny red sheet
Only a man looking for a dream
Only a man in a funny red sheet
It's not easy
It's not easy to be me