Her reflexes honed from years of both a criminal and heroic lifestyle, Shego dove over a low wall the moment she saw the flash, hoping to avoid shrapnel. Waiting a few seconds to see if there were any additional explosions, she was startled when Drakken landed his two-man hoverjet on the picnic area beside her.
"Come Shego!, The Feds are only minutes away."
Getting up, she ran to the hoverjet. Looking over her shoulder, she saw wreckage where the transmission shed used to be. 'Well sidekick, looks like you avoided a hospital stay, maybe Doc and I will send flowers to the funeral' she smirked as she vaulted into the hoverjet.
After Drakken set the autopilot to use nap-of-the-earth flying to avoid radar, he turned to look at his partner. Seeing blood on her face, he asked, "What the heck happened back there, Shego? Are you OK? Do you need a doctor or a hospital?"
"No, I'm OK, my face has already stopped bleeding, but that cut was so deep that it might leave a scar, dammit. I ran into the buffoon, he cut me, so I burned him. He left me with this beauty mark, I left him with half a face. I wouldn't have left him with that much, but he set some sort of monsters on me. I figure the explosion finished him off. Did any of your Diablos get enough power to start?"
"No, but I can adjust my plan. I will finish charging them from the lair. It won't be nearly as fast, but we should be harder to detect and we will simply have to compensate for the two days it will delay having the first units on line."
Kim ran to the blast area, dodging fleeing giant cockroaches that had been spooked by the enormous flash of light.
She saw Roachie scurrying over to the last giant cockroach, which kneeling next to a person she assumed was Ron. Stopping in horror, she saw that half of his head was in its mouth. Looking around for a weapon, distracted to the point that she didn't hear Roachie's hisses and clicks, she swore that she would never again be caught unarmed. A .44 Magnum Desert Eagle would be nice right now...
"LENARD! NO! BAD LENARD! BAD! WE DON'T SUCK ON HUMAN FACES! SPIT HIM OUT!" (auto-translated from hisses and clicks)
"BUT ROACHIE! HE'S HURT, I'M JUST KISSING HIS BOO-BOO TO MAKE IT BETTER!"
"SPIT HIM OUT! WE HAVE TO LEAVE NOW! OTHER HUMANS, HUMANS ARE COMING THAT WILL HURT US!"
Finding a section of pipe, Kim turned to attack the giant roach, but both of them turned and scurried away with startling speed. Tossing the pipe away, she ran to her best friend and knelt down beside him. He was unconscious, maybe slipping into shock, but alive. She could see major damage to one side of his head, but the damaged area seemed to be covered in rapidly hardening clear plastic resin.
Feeling his body carefully, looking for bleeding or broken bones, she came across his Kimmunicator. She held down the call button indicating an emergency call. Wade immediately appeared on the screen.
"Ron, wha... Kim! Where's Ron!"
"He's right here and he's hurt bad, Wade. I think that a squad of Roachie's friends showed up to help him and one shorted out a power grid or something. Anyway, there was an explosion," looking around, she continued, "but I don't see any roach body parts..."
"EMT services are already on the way Kim. Cockroaches are tough bugs, Kim, the explosion probably just knocked it over or something."
"Drakken and Shego have probably already left, Wade. Find them."
"Already ahead of you there, Kim. I have most of the state covered by an experimental short range, low altitude radar network using hijacked personal Wifi routers. I've tracked them leaving the area. I think they are headed to the new lair that I detected Drakken building in the Nebraska Sandhills."
"Get me a ride Wade, I want to leave as soon as I get Ron to Middleton General. Call Mom and tell her I am bringing in Ron with a serious head wound. Pack a .380 and I need as many of the P-210 rounds as you can get. Time for civility is over."
"OK, Kim. I think I can get you two rounds. Are you sure you want to do this? It's a major line to cross."
"Two will have to do, Wade, and Drakken and Shego already crossed the line. The kid gloves are officially off. Gotta go, talk to you later."
Looking around, she spotted a moving bit of pink struggling to get out from under a section of wall. Going over, she freed Rufus, placing the little guy on her shoulder.
"Kim!" he squeaked, "Where's Ron?"
"He's over here, Roofie. Let's get him to the medics."
Not willing to wait on paramedics one second longer than she had to, she carefully hoisted the blonde over her shoulders and started toward the front of the building.
Will Du had been in town briefing the Middleton Secret Service office on GJ anti-counterfeiting operations. He was at a late dinner with several of the agents when he got the call. Quickly collecting what backup he could get, he soon found himself in a van with six heavily armed Secret Service agents pulling into the parking lot at the front of Bueno Nacho headquarters. Seeing a flash at the back of the building, Du left two men out front and led the other four around the side. Using the low walls surrounding a courtyard and picnic area for cover, they rapidly made their way to the back where they found a collapsed tower and a circle of scorched rubble where the base of the tower and the transmitting equipment used to be. At least a dozen deflated synthodrone shells littered the area.
They saw Kim Possible walking toward them carrying the unconscious body of her best friend.
"Kimmy, what the hell happened out there?" Anne Possible was talking to her daughter on speaker phone while she finished getting scrubbed and gowned for surgery.
"Not sure Mom, I got there too late to help," her daughter's voice contended with background noise, suggesting she was in the back of a truck. "I suspect the burns on the side of his face are plasma burns from Shego."
"And what is the stuff on the side of his face? The stuff that looks like plastic resin."
"I'm guessing giant roach spit, Mom."
"WHAT?!"
"When I found him, a giant roach was sucking on the injured side of his face. There might also be some syntho-goop contamination in the wound, there were pieces of synthodrones everywhere."
"Are you really OK, honey? Maybe you should come in and have one of the doctors check you out..."
"I'm fine Mom, at least as fine as I can be with Eric turning out to be a robot designed to mess up my life and then rape me, Ron getting half his face burned off by Shego because I wasn't there to watch his back and pretty much any chance of me ever being a normal girl getting flushed down the toilet," the young woman paused to get a breath and get a grip on her emotions. At least enough of a grip to stop growling to her mother.
"WHAT! Eric assaulted you?!"
"No Mom, I think that was the plan, at least when I woke up he was dismantled and my jeans were pulled nearly off, but some, uh, friends of Ron protected me.
"Woke up? You were drugged? Honey, I really want you to come in for a checkup. Please."
"Mom, I'm OK, everything was pretty much over by the time I caught up to Ron. I was knocked down by an explosion but got nothing more than mussed up hair. Got to go, it's a save the world thing. Bye Mom, I love you." There was a click as the connection closed.
Anne joined her team and walked into Surgery #3, working to push her concerns about her daughter aside to focus on her patient.
"Thanks for the mission pack, Wade. How many P-210 rounds did you give me?" Kim was checking items from the mission pack and had just gotten to a .380 pocket pistol.
"Two. I put one in the chamber and one as the second round in the magazine; so, remember, your first and third shots are the special ones. Make sure you don't miss. Are you sure you want to do this Kim? You are really crossing a major line here."
"Yes Wade, I have no problem crossing this line. Ron is seriously hurt, probably brain damaged, might even die. Drakken is getting ready to take over the world by force and still takes the time to set me up to be raped because... why? Don't know, don't care. Drakken has to die and I'll have to go through Shego to get him. I won't risk them coming after you or my family. She's as good a fighter as me without her plasma. And with her plasma, I don't have much of a chance if she's really serious about hurting me. She took the gloves off when she did... that... to Ron. It's past time that I took off mine."
"Kim there are official government organizations that exist to remove these kinds of threats."
"No time for that, Wade. I just got off the phone with Tim and Jim. They've been examining those Lil' Diablo toys and Dad thinks they might be made of materials copied from the Hephaestus project. If so, and if the Tweebs are correct and the transmitter that Ron blew up was intended to power them up, then we might only have a day or two before Drakken has another chance to power up thousands of those little toys. Little toys that can become giant rampaging mechanized monsters or something. We got lucky last night. Those official agencies will take several days to argue over who is lead. If I understand certain laws correctly, the President or at least the Governor has to personally authorize their use."
She paused and then after a moment of silence said, "Go ahead and say it, Wade, you know you want to."
Her tech support guy looking way older than his fourteen years, replied, "Not going to do it, Kim. It's not your fault that you didn't go with him. You might be a world-saving teen heroine, but you're still a teen!"
Kim didn't look convinced.
"Listen to me," Wade pleaded. "It's like my Dad says, you have to go with the information that you have at the time. Ron, well, I'm not sure why Ron decided to go alone. I begged him to at least check with your Dad about the robots, but he went alone to see what Drakken was up to. He got the information and would have gotten away cleanly if he hadn't decided at the last minute to look for a self-destruct. It was sheer dumb luck that he stayed too long and ended up in a fight with Shego that destroyed the transmitter tower, otherwise, the world would be fighting giant robots later this morning."
"Not dumb luck, Wade, dumb skills. I'll call you when I am ready for pickup."
"Be careful Kim. I'll be waiting for your call."
The redhead clipped the holster securely in her pocket and slid the gun into it. Somehow, she had known for over a year that this day would come; the day that she faced a threat that her fists and wits couldn't handle. A threat that would force her to match force with force, fire with fire. She fastened the gun down with a snap strap, that would take an extra fraction of a second to draw it, but in an acrobatic fight, she didn't want it to come loose.
She put her Kimmunicator in her other pocket, moving a billfold with some cash, a Club Banana Employee discount card and driver's license to a pocket of her pack. Leaving her pack behind, she grabbed her chute and prepared to jump.
Dr. Anne Possible was one of the premiere neurosurgeons in North America; Always calm, cool, collected and an excellent teacher. At the start of surgery, she had watched another surgeon prepare her patient, not to be confused with a boy named Ronald Stoppable that she loved like another son. Not Ron, but a patient that deserved and would get her total concentration and focus.
Her assisting surgeon, Dr. Skyler Beechman, quickly and carefully removed the layer of resin coating the area that Anne needed to open up. Because it seemed to protect the burns on the side of his face, the two doctors decided to only peel off the part that was absolutely necessary. Anne started her part of the surgery by removing the obviously dead skin, bone, and brain tissue. Three days from now, her screams from a nightmare would wake James in the middle of the night, but now she calmly, methodically, and quickly removed and discarded cooked sections of his brain. She also did her best to clean areas contaminated with white syntho-goop and clear sections of still soft roach spit(!?) while carefully tying off little blood vessels as she went.
"How is this man still alive?" she wondered out loud.
"Dr. Possible," asked Skyler, "can you hold for a few seconds, I want to look at the area with different lighting."
"OK," Anne moved her hands away from the hole in her patient's head.
"Lights off please," commanded Skyler.
"Oh, my sweet lord," muttered Skylar, "Dr. Possible, do you see that?"
Anne stared in disbelief as she watched dim blue sparks travel along the living surface of the exposed brain, leaving new areas of living brain tissue coated with streaks of white and clear material behind. The blue sparks were slowly rebuilding the damaged areas of the brain. Stunned, they watched as a dead section of brain tissue sloughed off and fell out of the hole.
"Get a low-light video camera in here, we need to record this!" Anne ordered. "And increase the IV drip. Somehow, this man is regenerating himself and I'm willing to bet he needs increased nutrition and hydration to continue." She looked at Dr. Skylar. "We can worry about HOW, later. Right now, I want to help this miracle along as much as I can."
Jean Stoppable sat cross-legged on the mat, little Hana sitting in her lap. Both had their eyes closed and looked relaxed and peaceful. The nearby brook provided the background sound of burbling water. The woman's mind wasn't quite so focused as her appearance would suggest. The quick trip to Japan, to finalize the adoption she and her husband had been working on for weeks, had come at an inopportune time. It was her son's Junior Prom, or more to the point, the wee hours after his Junior Prom. She knew that Ron hadn't managed to find a date and she hoped that he still managed to go and have a good time. While she expected him to behave himself, in one little corner of her mind, she hoped that he hadn't made it home yet...
Gene stood off to the side and quietly said, "Ms. Yori, I wish I had joined Jean for Yoga when she was taking it years ago. I don't have the flexibility to do that."
The young woman in the black uniform replied, "Stoppable-san, come with me, we will work on your flexibility and find a position that you can meditate in." Looking carefully at the out-of-shape older man, she continued with a small smile, "I suspect that your job might be to assist young Hana in the more physical aspects of her training."
Gene snorted, "Maybe as a combat training dummy."
"Everyone has a purpose in life, a calling if you will," the young woman smiled.
"This is not really an orphanage adoption center is it?"
"Do you suspect us of human trafficking, of selling babies?"
"No, no," said Gene, "I look around and while there are many young people like yourself here, there are no other small children. I can't believe that the amount of screening and having us come here for training is typical of any adoption service. Hana is special, we both believe that. But she must really be super special for you to spend this much time selecting parents for her."
"I am permitted to tell you that Master Sensei is going to offer you and your wife employment if you come to live here."
"Why, what is so special about a couple of ordinary Americans?"
"I do not know. But I know that your son, Ronald is special in a way related to Hana and the odds are that if you can have and raise him, then you are the ones to raise Hana. If her parents were still alive, we might have sought you out to act as aunts and uncles to young Hana," the young woman's eyes misted with unshed tears, "You would have liked Mineko and Taro. They had a 'never be normal' philosophy much like your son."
"Ms. Yori, do you really think that a pair of gaijin like Jean and I could fit in here? I mean, I'm an actuary, so I can work anywhere, but will we belong here?"
The young woman paused and replied, "Stoppable-san, not all people here are perfect. But I truly believe that nearly all of us would welcome you, your wife, Ron, and Hana as family, not foreigners. What does Ronald think of you coming here?"
"We haven't told him, we wanted more information first. He has told us very little of his trips here except for the beauty of the land and the goodness of the people."
The pair slipped off leaving mother and daughter to finish their meditations.
Safe, secure, and feeling loved in the lap of the woman who truly wanted to be her mother, Hana silently moved her lips as her eyes softly glowed blue.
"Kim Possible!" exclaimed Drakken as the teen hero appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
"Well, well, cupcake. Come to get revenge for your little sidekick? I only got to work on half his face before I was rudely interrupted. Too bad the explosion finished him off, with only half a face, he would have made a distinctive buffoon," the dark-haired woman sneered as her hands lit with green flames.
"Ron's a big boy, he knew what he was getting into," Kim snarled back. "As my Tai Chi instructor is fond of saying: 'We all get to the same place, some just get there a little quicker'."
"Whoa, princess, that's cold. Then why are you here? I assume that pistol in your pocket isn't for starting races."
"Uh, if it's about Eric taking advantage of you, that was a, uh, error in his software. He was supposed to be a distraction but still be a perfect gentleman at the same time," mewled Drakken.
Shego looked at Drakken with disgust, "Oh grow a pair," Turning back to the redhead, she snarked, "When did you discover your lost innocence? When you noticed syntho-goo running down the inside of your leg?"
"...running down the... What? Eww! No! Eric was sucked dry by roaches before he could even get my pants off," Kim controlled her breathing, trying to become calm and centered.
"Roaches? How..." Drakken muttered, confused.
"OK, Princess," the pale villainess snarled in a challenge, bringing up flaming hands like a boxer, "I'm not sure why you are here, but I'll tell you what. You take that gun out and I'm going to shove it into a random orifice of my choosing! So, do you have the guts to play in the real world? We're about to find out! Either use that thing or turn tail and run!"
Shego launched herself at her long-time rival. With one smooth motion, Kim drew her pistol and prepared her shot. The attack of the villainess was powerful, efficient... and predictable. She landed directly in front of Kim and spun, lashing out with one foot to sweep her opponent's legs from under her. The move kept her entire body moving and difficult to hit... except for her bracing leg. Kim shot Shego in that leg then, as the pale woman staggered, she shot Drakken with the second shot.
Seeing that Shego was regaining her balance, Kim put the second round in the magazine in Shego's other leg. As Shego roared with rage and slowly stood up straight, Kim emptied the last four rounds into Drakken, backflipped to avoid a flaming plasma ball, and ran out of the room dodging another two plasma fireballs. Continuing to roar obscenities, Shego stumbled forward as her superhuman metabolism sped up to quickly heal the muscles in her legs. Outside in the corridor, Kim replaced the magazine and chambered a round. She held the pistol in her right hand and waited.
Shego slowly limped out the door, bright green flames from her hands lighting the doorway. "You screwed up cupcake, there isn't an exit down this hallway! Too bad old Ronnie was blown up, I'm going make you and him look like bookends."
Kim fired three rounds, with only one hitting her foe, the rest were deflected by plasma blasts. She ran around the corner and sure enough, there was a dead end about fifty feet from the corner.
After several long moments, Shego staggered around the corner, the rage on her face turning to horror when she discovered that she could no longer generate a plasma flame.
"How?" she gasped, collapsing to the ground. Looking up, she hoarsely whispered, "I won't beg..."
Kim walked past her firing three rounds into her head at close range. "Good," she said, sliding in her last magazine.
Drakken was still alive when she got to him. "Polonium-210 bullets," he gasped.
"What?" his red-haired executioner asked.
Nodding to a flashing yellow light on a console, he managed to say, "I have an Alpha particle detector. Polonium-210, it's one of the deadliest poisons in the world, a poison that kills cells directly with radiation. Her healing metabolism accelerated its effects. Where did you get it?"
"Wade has connections, I don't ask, he doesn't say." Walking over to a computer console, she started shutting down the computers controlling anything that looked like comms or power distribution.
"It's rare and very expensive,"," Drakken gasped, struggling to remain awake and learn some answers. "You didn't just run down to Smarty Mart and pick up a box... you had to have planned..."
"Like I said, Wade has connections," Kim offered her foe only a quick glance, to make sure he couldn't try anything. Satisfied, she returned to her task. "He also plans. He knew that someday, Shego may need to be eliminated and he started to collect the materials. Congratulations, Drakken. Tonight, you managed to graduate from irritation to deadly threat."
"You've grown up," he gasped. "So, Kimberly, how does it feel to be a killer?"
The background whine of a power generator dropped in pitch and was silent.
"Don't really feel anything right now.", she said looking down. Then turning to him, her face vacant, "Why the rape? I mean you've had us in your control before, so why now?"
Drakken coughed and spat, "I guess it was a game before. And knowing that I had control over you and could do anything I wanted to you was enough. But I got tired of failing. And I wanted you to defeat yourself. I didn't originally plan on rape, I wanted you to give yourself freely to Eric and then discover what you had done."
Two pistol shots rang out, then the flicker from sparking wires and the smell of burning electrical insulation drifted across the room. "That's better than control-alt-delete, I'll have to mention it to Wade," the young woman's voice was eerily calm.
After more coughing, her foe continued, "But I made a mistake with the drugs intended to make you willing. When you passed out, I figured that rape would have to do. I wanted to demonstrate my control by breaking your spirit, killing you would have been too easy."
He laughed, "But I beat the mighty Kim Possible! I have destroyed the hero you were!"
Four pistol shots rang out, "Congratulations, Dr. Drakken, you won.", as his body hit the floor for the last time. Then, finding a fire axe next to a coiled fire hose, she took a moment to remove the heads of her former foes. 'Never can be too careful around superhuman types,' she thought.
Finding the self-destruct wasn't hard, after all, Ron typically found it while battling a half-dozen synthodrones at the same time. Activating the self-destruct, she left the lair, walking out of the side of a large sand hill. Looking around the entrance, she found a water faucet and hose next to some tomato plants.
"Wade?" she pressed the call button.
"Kim! Are you OK? What happened?"
"Tell you later, I need a pickup this location for one wet and naked teenage crime fighter, please and thank you. Quick would be good, I'm pretty much in the open out here. No trees, just sandy hills. And I'll need a new Kimmunicator."
"Gotcha! Shall I call GJ and tell them to check out the lair?"
"Tell them after I get my ride. They don't need a free show. And tell them the area is a radiation hazard for alpha particles."
"Your ride will be there in ten minutes."
"Thanks, Wade, you rock," the young woman stripped, wrapped her Kimmunicator, along with her pistol, in her clothes and placed the bundle on an exceptionally sandy spot. As the bundle burst into flames, she hosed herself off in the cold water, rinsing her hair and cursing her short-sightedness in not stashing at least a hairbrush and conditioner outside the lair.
An unmanned helicopter landed close by almost exactly ten minutes later. Hopping in, she was pleased to find towels, a hairbrush and a spare mission pack with clothes.
"Where to, Miss Possible?" a robotic voice asked.
"Middleton General Hospital, please and thank you."
As they took off, the ground shook as a rumbling explosion caused sections of the sandy hill to collapse, entombing the former supervillains. Kim sat on the floor of the small cargo area, still naked and wet, wrapped her arms around her legs and cried. Wade, listening in, slowed the helicopter to give her more time to grieve and turned up the heat in the cargo area so she wouldn't get chilled. It wasn't the first time he regretted not being able to provide comfort in person. He was just afraid that it wouldn't be the last.
Anne walked out of the Intensive Care Unit where she had been monitoring Ron. She and Dr. Beechman had worked on Ron until Five AM. Anne sent Dr. Beechman off to grab some sleep, the younger surgeon was exhausted, mostly emotionally. Anne was much better at denying the reality of who her patient was and how slim his chances of recovery were. From past experience, she expected to be able to keep herself together for a couple more days until she could get James alone and fall to pieces in the soothing comfort of his arms.
"Hi, Mrs. Dr. Possible," a cheery voice called to her. She looked up to see Tara and Jessica from Kimmy's cheer squad. The cheery voice was Tara's although it and the smiles on both girls faces didn't match the worry and concern in their eyes. Cheerleaders, like surgeons, wore masks to hide their true feelings, but these girls weren't as good as she was. She sincerely hoped that they never had to be.
"Hi, Tara, Jessica," replied the surgeon wearing her "Happy Cheerleader's Mom" mask, "what are you two doing here this early on a Saturday?"
"How's Ron?" Jessica asked, her mask slipping a little.
"Dr. Possible, let's take this discussion into a consulting room, please," Linda, the senior floor nurse steered the three into a private consulting room. She knew from her years of experience when a doctor/family conversation was about to go off the rails.
Alone in the room with the door closed, Jessica repeated, "How's Ron?", her mask almost totally gone.
"Ronald?" Anne was trying to figure out if she could just lie to these girls when Tara held up her tablet computer displaying a tweet from the Middleton Gazette with a picture of Kim carrying Ron with the caption, "Kim Possible Saves Middleton From Dr. Drakken". In the picture, Kim looked flushed and a bit mussed, probably from when the explosion knocked her down. Ron, by comparison, had torn and bloody clothes with the burns on his face clearly visible.
"It was Ronald that saved Middleton," the surgeon quietly replied, her own mask dangerously close to cracking, "Kimmy said that she got there too late and that everything was over when she showed up. I'm sorry girls, I really can't talk to you about Ronald, I haven't been able to reach his parents yet."
Tara's mask shattered. Sobbing, she threw herself at Anne wrapping her arms around the older woman, "He's dead, he went out alone to save us and now he's dead!"
"We can't find Kim, Mrs. Dr. Possible!" Jessica's mask was gone, worry and fear for her friend evident in her face, "Without Ron to watch her back, we're afraid she's going to get herself killed."
"Girls! Girls!" Anne desperately struggled to keep it together, "Listen to me, Ronald is NOT dead, but he was critically injured. I talked to Wade fifteen minutes ago and Kim is on her way back here. I expect her to show up in about two hours. I told him to tell her to go home and get some sleep, but you can imagine how likely she is to do that."
Jessica gave a tearful snort, "Yeah, I can just imagine."
"Ron could still die?" Tara pressed, tears still in her eyes, "I want to sit with him, nobody should die alone."
Anne lost it and collapsed into the arms of the two cheerleaders, still desperately trying to hold back sobs, but failing.
Yori hustled Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable into a Western-style office. Behind a desk, the head of the adoption agency that introduced them to Hana, stood in greeting.
"Mr. Sensei," asked Jean, "Is something wrong? We came here as you asked for additional interviews and to see how to help Hana connect to her heritage. We are truly falling in love with her and will do anything for her. I believe that our son Ronald will soon feel the same way."
"My wife is correct, Sir," said Gene, "and we aren't totally clueless, this is not really a school for an orphanage, but something else entirely. Ms. Yori mentioned that you have a proposal for us to come work and live here?"
"You are correct, but the many details you need to know must wait for another day. You must return home immediately. Ronald has been hurt and needs you. Yori and Hana will accompany you to Middleton. You will find that young Hana and Ronald have a connection that is deeper and stronger than any typical brother and sister, even twins. Trust and nurture that connection."
CREDITS
All characters are the property of the Disney Company. This is a work of fan fiction.
Authors Note: This story started as the result of a short exchange with Mindless Violent Fan, fueled by generic Twitter Rage. Starting with this chapter, drafts were run past CajunBear73, Daccu65, and Sentinel103 who have boosted the story from a three chapter 'throwaway short' into a much, much better story. In the last several days, I have had email discussions on character motivation, corrections to timeline stuff with respect to canon and example scene suggestions from CB and ST-103. Daccu, who really is busy with real life, added some action and dialog. All have thrown extra plot bunnies at me. The story is still basically mine - I mean who else would have a giant cockroach suck on Ron's face because "HE'S HURT, I'M JUST KISSING HIS BOO-BOO TO MAKE IT BETTER!"?