I do not own any Disney characters named herein and am only borrowing them to tell a nonprofit tale meant for entertainment purposes only.
Kim Possible: Vamped
By LJ58
16
Kim sat up and yawned as she noted the sun was up, and so was Dana.
She usually managed a few hours these days after the last round of serums from Wade's efforts and she was growing stronger every day. Almost as strong as Kim. Only something told her it wasn't just because of her young friend's work.
She had a sense of something but just then she couldn't quite discern what was happening. Not that it mattered. So long as Dana was all right she didn't worry.
Rising to her feet, she went to brush out her hair and stared at her reflection in the mirror on the bureau finally dragged in for their use. She put her hair up in a usual ponytail since she was considering more sparring to keep Dana on her toes in spite of her new assignment.
She was just surprised that Dana had not woken her when she was usually going off duty by dawn, and while she might eat a morning meal she was ready for bed most mornings soon after.
After she pulled on her slacks and a top rather than the usual GJ jumpsuits gave them she headed for the restroom to freshen up. She paused, hearing the soft giggling inside and realized Dana was speaking to Amy.
That certainly explained why she was not in the room. She did tend to get bashful even around Kim when speaking with her girlfriend.
She sighed and thought of someone she loved. Someone she would like to see herself. Only as she had once told Dana it was complicated. For one thing, she wasn't even sure if the woman she desired was even interested. Not intimately.
Only she didn't want to risk her friendship by stepping out of that comfortable relationship they already shared. Boy or girl, she had already seen the utter ruin you could make of your relationships with others if you jumped too fast.
Smiling at some of what she overheard, she just left their quarters and went down the hall to one of the other open restrooms to wash and get ready for the day.
~KP~
Ron grimaced as he was confronted by the scowling ebony beauty that had only recently returned to Middleton in time for the latest news still featuring Kim and her very peculiar change.
"Give," Monique demanded as she stood thereafter asking him when he planned to tell her was going on with her BGFF.
Bad enough the Possibles had already come down on him, James Possible suggesting some very unpleasant things might happen to him if he ever misled them as he had again. Ann Possible had said nothing beyond she understood, but that he should have given them the chance to decide for themselves given the chance.
The tweebs had just eyed him, saying nothing, and walked off. He wasn't sure which of them he was more worried over at the moment. Because they all had reputations of their own.
Only now Monique had shown up at his door, and just his luck Yori was off shopping or she could have likely helped him deflect this angry woman.
"It was, ah, top-secret stuff. You know how it is, Mo," he said uneasily as he stood back to let her come into his house.
It was that, or get knocked flat when she bulled her way in because Monique was obviously coming in either way.
"Top secret stuff? C'mon, Ron, we've been friends, and tight for years. Even after we graduated, Kim always kept me in the loop. I told her about fashion and gave her a discount at my boutiques, and she gave me vicarious thrills by letting me know about the adventures you guys were still having out there."
"She did?"
Monique groaned and shook her head.
"All this time, and you're still clueless?"
"I'm not…. Er, about what, exactly? Or are we on the same topic? Because, you know, I really don't think we're supposed to talk about classified missions…"
"Damn the missions," Monique spun around just as she was about to go to a chair in the living room. "Kim is our friend, Ron Stoppable, and you let me, and I hear even her family believe she died? What is wrong with you?"
Ron groaned.
"Look, the news… Well, they only got part of it. And I should have said that, because the rest really is classified, and I'm not allowed to share."
"Just tell me when she's coming home? When can I talk to her?"
"She, ah, well…. She's staying at GJ HQ for now. Until they figure out if….or when… When they can help her," he stammered.
Monique dropped into the chair and shook her head as she finally looked back at him as he looked uneasy. His pale face, his darting eyes, and his shaking frame told her all she needed to know.
"You still can't lie any better than Kimberly, Ron. Just tell me what's going on," she demanded, glaring up at him as Yori walked into the house just then.
She took in Monique's presence, overhearing those last words, and walked over to stand with her fiancé she stayed with when in town. Which was more and more often with the missions she was helping with the past year.
"I believe, Ron-Chan, that it is time to come to the cleaning house, as you say."
"Yori, do you know what he's trying not to say?"
"Hai, Robinson-San," the young Japanese ninja-girl smiled somberly. "Still, it is a secret that must be kept for Possible-San's continued safety. If anyone learns the full truth, she could yet be in a great deal of danger."
"Or anyone finding out might be," Ron grimaced.
"Hey, you know I would never hurt Kim," Monique sputtered. "Now, Bon-Bon? Her and that loon she married I wouldn't trust with a weather report. But I want to know what is going on with my girl, and now," the dark-skinned girl demanded. "Because you don't know the shock I had thinking she was dead, and then seeing her face on all the news channels when I came home."
Ron eyed Yori and grimaced.
"She is, as you know, a very close friend, Ron-Chan. Perhaps another friend might be of benefit to Possible-San. You have to know she likely feels alone of late, in spite of her daughter."
"Daughter," Monique squealed. "Okay, talk. Now. IWTOKE!"
Yori cocked her head, and frowned at her.
"She wants to know everything," Ron sighed, years of experience interpreting Monique's peculiar speaking habits by now.
"Hai. Then calm down, Robinson-San, and we will try to explain. If allowed, which we cannot promise, perhaps we can get Director-Sama to allow you to visit. For now, she is the final authority when dealing with Possible-San."
"Fine. Fine. Just tell me what the heck is going on, and why half the world still thinks Kimberly is dead. Or undead," she demanded.
The two ninjas eyed one another and went to sit on the divan near the chair where they faced the young fashion designer who surprised everyone with the very popular boutiques she opened after graduating business school to augment her fashion sense.
Monique sat there gaping, her heart all but clenching at times as Ron began the story with a very grim telling of his last mission at Kim's side. When he reached the part where it seemed Kim had gone out to wait on the sun to die, she was ready to cry. Only Ron then said, "Obviously, it didn't happen. Only not for the reason you would think."
He went on, telling her of how Wade finally put the picture together from peculiar reports spanning most of the world, and how he finally found Kim when she returned to America again in the most unlikely manner. He glossed over how GJ had caught her but mentioned Dana Parker that Kim changed to save her life.
Only now Kim apparently considered the hapless teen her own child and was very protective of her. As Commander Du could confirm considering Kim kept hammering him for even the most innocuous of comments.
Ron went on to explain Kim's unique biology that Dana didn't share, but also that Wade was working on trying to ease, or perhaps even amend if not cure. In the meantime, Kim and Dana were remaining at GJ to keep others safe as much as the two vampires and using the semi-accurate tale of her exposure to unknown forces to explain her unlikely appearance.
Monique just sat there as Ron finally said, "And that's the truth."
"God, Ronnie," Monique was genuinely ready to cry now.
She shook her head, and then slowly stood up.
"I'll…. I'll just go now."
"You can't tell anyone," Ron said as he rose with her, Yori only watching the young woman.
"You should know better," Monique spat bitterly. "I'd never hurt Kimberly. Never. And I want to visit her. To see her. You make that happen. Understand?"
"I, ah, have to go back in tomorrow morning for my shift watching her. I'll mention you to Dr. Director. She might think Yori's idea is a good thing, too. After all, I know she's still worried about Kim. You know, getting all moody, broody, and stuff sometimes."
"You are still such a moron," Monique sighed, and walked out of the house, and didn't look back.
"Well, that was uncomfortable," he grimaced as he looked back at Yori after closing the door. "Shall we put the shopping away, and start supper," he smiled ruefully.
"Hai, Ron-Chan. And tomorrow, I shall accompany you again to help Director-Sama understand Kim-San may need her friend. As her friend needs her."
"She does," Ron frowned as they carried the few bags to the kitchen. "I mean, I know Kim would like to see her friends. But why would Moni need to see Kim? I mean, beyond missing her, which I totally see. But not how she needs to see…."
"Some things, Ron-Chan, are beyond words," Yori told him blandly.
"Uh, I'll take your word for it. So, fish and rice?"
"Hai."
"Just not sushi, okay? Still not a fan of the raw fish," Ron informed her.
Yori only smiled at him but said nothing.
~KP~
"Hey, wanna go up and get the coffee," Ima Rogers asked Dana.
"I'm not supposed to leave this place," she reminded her, knowing that even if the security around her and Kim had relaxed slightly, they were still being constantly watched and monitored.
She could understand it, but sometimes Dana felt it was a bit much. Kim had assured her they weren't watching them in the bathroom, and they were just making sure they were running around trying to bite Betty's agents in dark corners.
Which actually made Dana laugh.
"You're not. You're just going up to help me bring down the lunch orders and coffees we ordered for the command center. It's like three minutes, and the delivery will be inside the salon that is our secret entry, so it's not like you're really leaving HQ. We're just going up to grab a few trays. Okay?"
"I'd better let Agent Briggs know all the same. I don't want him getting mad if I'm not allowed topside."
Five minutes later, with permission to go up for the lunch orders, Allen Briggs told her straight up and straight back. She was not to leave the salon or the immediate area around the vacuum tube or lifts that led to the underground headquarters.
"See, no problem," Ima assured her. "And it sure saves me trying to juggle all those trays when the night shift gets mad at me if I drop something."
"You could always tell them to get their own," Dana grinned as they headed for the lift.
"You kidding? Sometimes night shifts are so boring, I look forward to lunch runs," Ima told her. "Just don't tell the guys, because they might decide to keep me in that stupid cubicle all night for their own amusement."
"I can see that," Dana laughed as the lift rose, moving so swiftly, and yet so gently they didn't seem to be moving.
Until the door opened, and they looked out on the back of the salon that was a front for the area GJ entrance only to those that knew.
"Hey, Milly," Ima smiled, eyeing the three trays on the counter, with more than a few backs, and a few holders with multiple cups of specially ordered coffee. "Everything ready? What's the damage," she asked, starting to pull out the bills gathered from her coworkers.
"It is her! I knew she was here," a loud, bitter voice shouted, and Milly only then backed away with her hands going up as two more men rose from behind the counter with shotguns on them. Another aiming at Milly.
"Mr. Sanders," Dana gasped. "Why are you here?"
"This….is an intervention, you unnatural bitch," another of the men from her hometown smirked as he dropped Ima to the ground with the butt of his pistol he slammed into her head.
One of the men with a shotgun knocked out Milly, and the others aimed at her now as Amy's father aimed his own gun at her.
"Go ahead. Try to run. I'd enjoy putting you down, you gay freak."
"You will never get away with this," she said.
"Ha. Phone," the man demanded, and Dana slowly pulled out her phone, and let her thumb stroke a certain button on one side as the big man snatched it, flung it down, and smashed it under his heel.
"Now, c'mon," he ordered, the men shoving her to the exit where a large SUV waited, and they shoved her into the back where they pulled a cargo hatch down to hide her in the back before they climbed into the vehicle and roared away.
To Be Continued….