Well, that last one was pretty short, so I have to make this chapter longer right? We'll see. This seems to be my most popular story and I enjoy writing it, so I'll keep working on it. Red Blossoms was going to be my main deal, but it's coming to me a little harder.

"Ugh?"

"Urr. . ."

Two what could be called men with heavy brows gawked at the slumbering thin man resting in the recess of the cave. For the benefit of the reader, we shall portray their speech in more elegant terms. The conversation shall be picked up here; you, dear reader, haven't missed much, as Gorack was complaining to Voople about how his mate constantly nags him about leaving mammoth skins to dry near the baby.

"I say, what is it?"

"It looks like a monkey, but it's far too large."

Wally, once Lord Wally the First, slept unaware of his viewers. He sucked his thumb, and dreamed he was chasing a red haired goddess as she ran naked through his garden.

"Do you think it would taste good?" Gorack said.

For the wind was at his back, and the strength flew from him as the stunning glow faded from his form; he fell to earth and looked to Kim, but stunned, he made no move towards her; her body lay unmoving while he'd fought Monkeyfist. Breathe in, out, and let the tears fall as they may. He rose then crawled to her, her broken body, her blood staining him as he held her shuddering with tears streaming down his face; letting the scream come-

"KIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMM!" Ron threw himself upright, startling several crows who'd taken an interest in his still form.

She was dead. That was the way things were. She hadn't flown overhead; she lay in the ground outside Middleton in a small unmarked grave. There was a far more elaborate marker in the middle of Middleton Public Cemetery as a well as a statue in Middleton Park, but the real site was known only to the Possibles and Ron to keep Kim's enemies from desecrating it.

How long had he been sleeping? Ron wasn't sure, but it couldn't have been for more than a few minutes. We watched the moon for a moment, calmly touching the scar that ran along his side. It ran from his stomach to his left shoulder; a present from a deceased kung-fu master.

I'm not really dead Ron. You know that.

"Shut up."

Come now, you know that's as likely as you becoming the happy-go-lucky teenager you were, instead of a murderer.

"Go to hell."

Hell? Hell, my lad, is being trapped in spirit within your vacuous mind. Ugh. "Oh why did she have to die? I loved her so, boo hoo!"

"I control you, shut up."

Oh, that is rich. You control ME? I own you Ron Stoppable; you, monkey emporer of the world and commander of legions know better than that. Without me, you would've spent your life working at Bueno Nacho, living with your parents, and pining for a long dead girlfriend forgotten by the rest of the world except for an occasional pigeon taking a shit on her rusting statue. Instead, I made you the ultimate ruler. So you had to break a few eggs and the Geneva Convention. What matters is that you rule the WORLD Ron, and I, Iguided you there!

His scream of frustration filled the air, startling a coyote on a nearby hill who responded with a long, high pitched howl.

"You hear something?" Bob said.

"Coyotes," Frank replied. "You got to loosen up." He turned back to his monitor. This shift would never end with Bob the Twitch as his partner. The guy was a nervous wreck; one too many run-ins with various super villains. He'd been transferred from the Area 51 after a giant poodle attack, and before that he'd been a watchman at some facility that tested mind altering devices. He'd shown Frank the plasma burns he'd gotten there during a break in; Frank just wished he hadn't shown him during his lunch. At the cafeteria. With everybody staring at him and Frank.

Those were some wild sounding coyotes though, he thought.

Well, this is boring, Kim thought. She turned off the TV. 200 channels, and nothing on. One thing had stayed the same. Actually, everything had stayed the same. Her mother in the kitchen somehow the perfect June Cleaver right after pulling a twelve hour shift at the hospital, her brothers blowing something up in the backyard apparently as an explosion shook the house and bits of plastic flew by the window.

Well, they were older, but not much. Only a little more than a year, same as her. That was the rub. In her year, she'd gone through hell; her counterpart had been in heaven. Kim could see the differences between them in a moment, and she knew everyone else could. It made meeting people awkward. For instance, Monique and Felix had come over to see her at Kim insistence. They had stayed for a while, but none of them were able to talk about anything beyond uncomfortable small talk. Felix obviously being a little closer to Monique than before had made things even more strange, and Kim had feigned illness to get her mom to shoo the two of them out.

What would she do now? She could help Kim on missions; she was surely as capable as her twin if not more so, but that would be too painful with Ron around especially with the way the two of them acted around each other. Her longing for Ron had surged with the incident the night before, and there was nothing she could do to change the way she felt. What else was there for her? She sighed, and turned the TV back on in defeat.

Her mother watched her, and furrowed her brow. She was her daughter. . . even if not specifically. Ugh. This is worse than the mind switch device, Mrs. Possible fumed silently. Well, she still needs help. She back away from the stove, and headed into the living room.

"Kimmy?" she sad.

"Yeah Mom?" wincing as soon as she said it.

"I told you it's OK to call me that," she said, a serious but smiling expression on her face. "Kimmy, I. . . I was wondering if you'd be interested in taking a look at some of the job offers Kim has been sent in the last year. I'd like to get Kim to look at them, but she simply doesn't have the time, or doesn't want to given what her and Ron- I'm sorry, I didn't. . . "

"It's OK, what did you have in mind?" Kim said.

"She simply hasn't time to go over them, and since you're, well, her, maybe you could go through them and see if there are any that look interesting. You might find something for yourself as well," she said with an expectant smile.

She was trying to help, and since her counterpart hadn't gone through them yet, it wasn't as if she was being given the castoffs or anything like that. Still, it felt like her mother. . . Was helping her just like her mom would have. She smiled and nodded, then flicked the TV off and followed her to her father's home office.

In her dad's den, there was a stack of letters and brown envelopes. NASA; all branches of the military; the CIA, FBI, and the NSA, several international law enforcement agencies including Global Justice. Which explained the engagement gift from Doctor Director, she thought. A little recruitment honey, huh? Multiple universities and colleges, probably full of promises of full scholarships and eventual tenure. Some small time stuff too; a couple of international private security firms, including one from Team Impossible. She rolled her eyes at that one, and tossed it in the never-gonna-happen pile.

The state police academy, and. . . the Middleton Police department? Boy, were they up against some tough competition. $35,000 a year for writing traffic tickets and busting "punk kids"? Yeah, no thanks. Never the less, as she held the envelope, she wondered. Then, with a moment's hesitation about opening someone else's mail pushed aside by the fact that it was sort of her mail anyway, she tore it open. She read a little way through it. It seemed pretty decent, especially if a world-saving super heroine was ready for a little break.

There was no way that Kim would go for it. Too tame for her unjaded tastes. However, they wouldn't mind getting the next best thing, would they?

I hope I'm not loading down this story with villains. I don't want it to seem like I'm filling it with characters to substitute for a story. Well, it's been awhile. Hopefully it won't be as long between updates from here on out.