(Time: Friday morning, Prom + 14)
'Friday at last', thought Kim Possible, getting out of bed to get showered and dressed. Running down the stairs, she walked into the kitchen. This had been Ron's first full week back at school and he was doing well. The nerves and muscles in the right side of his face were working now, so he no longer had trouble eating and had lost the slur in his speech.
She remembered showing up at the hospital after Tara's text message with a bag of Nacos. The poor man couldn't open his mouth wide enough to eat them. Yori, to Kim's annoyance, had fed him many small bites of a Naco using a pair of chopsticks. Other things had yet to turn back to normal. Top on that list was that Ron no longer stopped by for a second breakfast with the Possibles and to walk to school with her.
Internally, she kicked herself because that had stopped two weeks before prom since she didn't have the time for him in the morning because she was spending that time with Eric instead. Her plan was to get Ron to spend tomorrow with her so she could work on fixing the damage caused by her mistakes, just because 'Anything is possible for a Possible' didn't mean it would be easy.
Anne saw her oldest child frowning at the table and thought the frown was because there wasn't a place set for Ron.
"Kimmy, no point in setting a place for Ron if he isn't going to show up and if he does drop by it will take ten seconds to set a place up for him."
"I know mom, it's just, well, I miss him."
"So, Kimmie-cub, Eric was a pretty straight-up guy, right?" her Dad spoke from behind his paper, "I mean except for the evil programming part."
"Yeah, Dad," Kim snarked, "Except for literally not having a heart, Eric was a real catch.", she sarcastically drawled out, "He was smart, funny, good looking and according to Drakken could do everything to me except actually get me pregnant!"
"No need to get hostile or crude there, Kimmie-cub, I was just thinking that you should be able to find a guy closer to Eric, than say, than Ronald..."
Grabbing a couple of pieces of fruit, Kim headed for the door, "Bye Mom, love you, good day, Father!"
Anne turned to her husband, "James, what the heck is wrong with you!"
"I'm just saying that she could do better than Ronald, that's all, honey."
"Yeah, mom. It's not like Dad recovered Eric's synthodrone casing," said Tim,
"and is making new syntho-goop and updating software for it..." added Jim.
The paper lowered and James glared at his sons.
"Gotta go, don't want to be late!" chimed both boys fleeing the kitchen.
Anne narrowed her eyes while James hid from her glare behind his paper.
STD 2018-
(Time: Lunchtime, place: Middleton Space Center cafeteria.)
"James! Can I join you? I was looking for you earlier, but you weren't in your office."
"Certainly Vivian, I was going to take this back to the lab, but some sunshine would be good for me."
James Possible held the door for Dr. Vivian Porter, the Center's authority on robotics, the two found an empty table next to opened windows in the glassed-in seating area. It had all the ambiance of a fern-bar, but was protected from the elements and very popular as evidenced by the number of people sitting enjoying the spring weather.
"I analyzed those engrams that you gave me, they aren't your typical memory elements, these appear to control personality. The way they are structured, they are almost like GPS coordinates to find a person on a map of behavioral traits. Truly amazing."
"So if I had a collection of data created from say, personality typing tests, I could use these values to find the closest person in personality to a specific person?"
"Exactly, I'm thinking that these engrams could be a godsend for selecting compatible crews for deep space missions, nuclear submarines, things like that. Would you like to co-author a paper on them?", she asked.
"Actually, since you've done all the analysis and I didn't create them, I just reversed-engineered some of Dr. Drakken's technology, why don't you author the paper and give Dr. Drakken posthumous credit for the original work?"
"Are you sure you don't want credit? James, it could be important work?"
"No, you go ahead, I'll play with the data and see if I can come up with examples showing how well it works. If I do, you can give me credit for that work."
"Thanks, James, well, I want to get started, so I'll catch you later!" the enthusiastic blonde said, getting up and excited, she practically ran out of the cafeteria.
James took the rest of his lunch back to his secure lab. The lab that only he had access to. The lab where he was supposed to be completing his work on a prototype faster than light drive. The prototype was half finished but pushed to the side. Where the prototype used to have the place of pride on his main workbench, now lay the deflated casing of Eric. 'Maybe I'm going about this all wrong, instead of remaking a better Eric, I just have to create a "hottie boy" map, find the one closest to Eric and then arrange for Kimmie-Cub to meet him.'
Sitting down at his computer, he pulled databases from various places in the state and started combining them to create a database of the engram vectors he needed. Few of the databases available to the public had names in them, but assigning names to entries was sort of like an extended session of "Twenty Questions". After starting his computer scripts running gathering and compiling data on high school and college boys, he returned to his faster-than-light prototype and began wielding in the miniature Jeffries tubes. Being a miniature working model, these tubes were far too small for people to fit into, but maybe a molerat? Pausing, he wondered, "Why did I think of a molerat?"
STD 2018-
(Time: Friday afternoon, just after last period.)
Kim stopped by her locker to put her books away. She had caught up on everything in study hall, even her AP Math homework thanks to, unbelievably, Ron Stoppable.
Last week, several NASA engineers had shown up at Ron's house to fit him with a half-mask to cover the still healing areas and the areas that would never heal. They were friends of Wade and by Saturday, Ron had a half-mask to cover his injuries, a mask that could withstand the heat of reentry and stop a rifle bullet. Everyone agreed that was pretty excessive, but Wade insisted.
"So, girlfriend, where's the Phantom of the Naco?"
"Monique! Don't call him that!" Ron had been in class all week wearing his white ceramic mask covering much of the right side of his face. Today, people weren't even giving him a second look. He did look like the character in the opera and yesterday at lunch he said that he was considering getting a black cape. She had actually breathed a sigh of relief when he made that joke because the injury had changed him. He was now much more serious and focused, particularly in his studies. An example was the assistance that he gave her during study hall for their Nonlinear Differential Equations homework assignment. He demonstrated knowledge of material they had been shown weeks ago. The scariest part wasn't that he was now smarter, but that he no longer called her 'KP', but instead:
"Hey, Kimberly Ann, no cheerleading practice today?" said the blond coming up to open the locker next to hers.
"Hi, Ron. No, they are treating the floors or something, all activities in the gym are canceled until next week. Uh, we were going to spend all day Saturday after the prom together and things got sort of crazy. Are you busy tomorrow?"
"As I recall, a lot of the things that we were going to talk about have been overtaken by events. Drakken is out of the picture, so Bueno Nacho is voting in a less villainous chairman of the board and the bendy straws are coming back."
"We were also going to talk about us..." Kim pointed out.
"I believe that you were going to tell me that you were going to become a 'normal girl', and at best, I would be a mere acquaintance who would work alone with Wade and Rufus on save-the-world missions."
"I hadn't decided to do that," the redhead protested.
"Perhaps not, Kimberly Ann, but can you honestly tell me that you weren't thinking of it?"
"No," said a very small voice.
"Don't leave," Monique ordered Kim, then put her arm around Ron's neck and dragged him off to the side, telling him, "Step into my office, Phantom."
"Monique, we're still in the hall."
"It's a philosophical office. Now listen to your old Aunt Monique..."
"You're not my..."
"Honey, I'm giving advice here so just pretend for two damned minutes, OK?"
"Yes, Auntie Mo'," a small grin might have appeared on the face of the blond.
"First, stop calling her 'Kimberly Ann'. The only person who ever called her that was Zorpox...and you ain't him."
"Are you certain?" this time a grin was definitely on the face of the blond.
"Yes, I'm certain," the dark beauty glared at him and unconsciously made a fist with her right hand, "Now you are going to go over to her, call her 'KP' and agree to meet her for breakfast at her house. Then you are going to take her to the park to walk and talk for a while, then both of you will come to the mall and meet me at Club Banana at noon and take me to lunch. Then we will go back to Club Banana and I will show you this cape that I special ordered for you. After that, you two are on your own. Got that?"
"Her father doesn't like me," Ron pointed out.
"Fine, meet at your house for breakfast then. And never, ever speak the words, 'Kimberly Ann' again." She turned him around and shoved him toward the redhead.
"KP?"
"Yes, Ron?"
"Would you like to meet me at my house in the morning around 8:30 for breakfast? I thought that after breakfast we could go for a walk in the park, meet Monique for lunch around noon, perhaps do some shopping at Club Banana and then maybe see a movie."
"That sounds great Ron," Kim was heartened by the 'see a movie' part as that wasn't in Monique's script. Emboldened, she asked, "Can I walk home with you?"
"Certainly Kimber... KP. Let me put my books away."
STD 2018-
The pair walked in silence on the route that would take them both home. Passing the Bueno Nacho, Kim desperately wanted him to suggest that they pop in for 'snackage'. She thought about making the suggestion herself but figured that his agreeing to spend Saturday with her was victory enough for one afternoon. She suddenly paled at the thought that she was now afraid of how her actions would be perceived by the one person whose unconditional acceptance she had never doubted for over a decade. 'If he had spoken up earlier about wanting to date me and if I had been smart enough to give him a chance, then I wouldn't be here now,' she thought. Then, remembering how he started to ask her to be his date for his cousin's wedding and how that went south made her wish she had jumped at the chance. If they had crashed and burned as boyfriend/girlfriend back then, surely, they could have remained best friends. She remembered the saying 'friends help you move, best friends help you move bodies'. Now she believed that Ron wouldn't even ask her to help move, not after she refused to help him check out a suspicion about one of their known foes. Maybe they weren't friends at all anymore... That thought made her stomach hurt.
"Are you feeling OK, Kim? Er, KP?" That boy had always had the bad habit of perceiving her moods at the wrong time.
"Ron, you can call me whatever you like. Monique isn't really gonna beat you down. But the only time you ever called me 'Kimberly Ann' was when you saw me as an adversary. The thought that you would think that of me hurts me. Mo' was correct on that."
"OK, I'll work on it. I certainly don't see you as a serious adversary. So, what's bothering you?"
Kim was trying to get up the courage to ask if he still saw them as friends when his strong arms wrapped around her and the ground disappeared beneath her feet.
STD 2018-
"Jean, come in and have a seat. I'm sorry you didn't bring Hana, she's such a joy to see," Anne waved her friend over to a chair in front of her desk and she sat down in the second chair next to it.
"Hana is spending the day with 'her guy's'. Gene and Rufus are with her now, Ron will join them after school. Can you believe that he is already teaching her to cook? I came home early the other day to find him helping her knead dough for cinnamon rolls. The kitchen looked like a flour bomb went off, but he cleaned it up and then gave Hana a bath to clean her up while I baked them. They were OK, a little tough and chewy from Hana overworking the dough," the proud 'soon to be' mother explained.
"So, Ron seems pretty normal, then?" Anne took a folder off of her desk.
"Only around Hana." A cloud of concern went across Jean's face, "Without Hana, it's like his normal goofy joy has been sucked out of him. He used to stop at your house for a second breakfast and then walk to school with Kimberly... you haven't seen him lately, have you?"
"No, he hasn't been by the house that I know of since a couple of weeks before the prom."
"That's what I figured. He said something about how he expects Kim to break off their being 'best friends' to be 'just friends' and for some reason, he thinks that James disapproves of him as a boy."
Anne showed a look of frustration, "If that's true, then both of them are idiots. Without Ron, our daughter would be dead long before now..." taking a deep breath, she continued, "I miss him and I know Kimmy misses him. She blames herself for him getting hurt and is worried that she has thrown away the best friend she will ever have. Oh, I got a call from Mr. Barkin. He was telling me that the quality of Ron's school work has greatly improved and if I could replicate that surgery, he has a list of candidates..."
After a short pause, she continued, "Speaking of Kimmy, I understand that you sent Kimmy home the Monday before last."
"Yes, we had just gotten back from Japan and the poor girl was a wreck. Gene drove her home, fed her a late lunch and sent her off up to bed."
"Jessica said that you and Tara went to talk to her?"
"Yes, we did, didn't I mention that the poor girl is having a hard time dealing with the events around prom?" Jean said.
"You mentioned that. I believe that she is seeing a counselor. Care to share any details about what happened?"
"I'm dying to tell you but the IWTYM protocol was used," Jean confessed.
"The 'I Won't Tell Your Mom' if you talk to me? REALLY? Is this for that time when Ron...?"
"No, Anne, this isn't karma or payback. You promised Ron that you wouldn't tell me that one time and I think it was for the best."
"Twice. I had to use it twice with Ron," Anne said.
"Twice? Really?... Gonna have to have a talk with that boy. Just like you need to have a talk with Kim. My price for not spilling my guts was that she sees a counselor. Maybe you should talk to the counselor."
"They don't share information about patients. And Tara isn't talking either." Anne tilted her head and looked at her friend with slowly widening eyes.
"Nope, the puppy dog pout doesn't work on me. Seriously, you know how doctors have a release of information form where you list the people who they can talk to about you? I know your name is on it because I was there when she filled it out. Talk to her Anne, she wants to tell you, she's afraid that if she does, you won't love her anymore. And before you ask, I saw the paperwork, but I don't know who the counselor is."
STD 2018-
Kim felt Ron's arms slide off of her when they landed at the bottom of the GJ transport tube.
Will Du greeted them, "Good afternoon Miss Possible, we decided that our meeting could not be put off any longer.", his smile seemingly sincere. His smile now much less sincere as he turned to Ron, "Mr. Stoppable, I'm sorry to have bothered you. We really only wanted to debrief Kimberly, so if you will step back in the tube, we will send you on your way."
"No thanks.", he shot back. "But, perhaps it would be a good idea for me to hear her answers as well."
Kim turned back to Ron, looking stricken at the accusatory tone of his voice only to see him give her a small wink.
"Very well. Miss Possible, I must ask that you hand over your weapon before we go any further," the top agent held out a small box for her to place her gun in.
"Du, this is Kim 'Freakin' Possible!" Ron talked over Kim's spluttering objection, "She doesn't need a Walther PPK chambered for .380 ACP rounds along with two spare mags for fighting 'High School' evil. Don't believe me, you've got a metal detector in your hand, check her!" Ron pushed her forward, stumbling a little, she almost collided with the Top Agent.
The Top Agent scanned the scowling cheerleader. Finding nothing, the Top Agent started to tell them to follow him when Ron put his hands high on the wall with his legs back and spread,
"Better scan me too, maybe she only keeps me around to carry her rifles and cases of grenades."
Rolling his eyes, the Top Agent made a perfunctory pass over the blond's torso and down his legs to the floor.
"Now if you will follow me please," the Top Agent shook his head, obviously annoyed at having to deal with such unprofessional children.
Kim walked down the hall with Ron close to her side. She felt a little thrill when she felt his hand touch her back at her waist but was a little disappointed when she felt him slide her pistol back into her holster inside her waistband, then pull her shirt down to hide the bump.
STD 2018-
Ron's laughter sent icy chills of dread down Kim's spine. She had heard that laugh before from Ron when the Attitudinator had infused Ron with Drakken's evil mental energies. Okay, there was some provocation here. Dr. Director had just told them off for their actions on prom night but to unleash Zorpox seemed a little extreme.
She relaxed a little when he continued, in his normal voice, "This would be even funnier if I didn't get the impression that you would have preferred that Kim and I were dead instead of Drakken and Shego. No, no, just wait a moment, Mr. Top Agent sir. Let me summarize. If you keep talking, I fear that Kimberly Ann will pull out her pistol and even if .380 bullets aren't the deadliest, I have been told that they sting like a son of a biscuit." Looking at the eye-patched Director of Global Justice, he continued, "With your permission, of course, Madam Director." His tone almost mocking.
"Please, Mr. Stoppable, let's hear your summary," she replied, shooting a glare at her Top Agent.
"Global Justice had the same information as Team Possible but chose not to act on it. Yet somehow, it is Kimberly Ann's fault that the plot was not stopped? Then when I acted alone to investigate and reported via Wade of our findings to Global Justice and others, I found myself fighting Shego and in that fight, the power transmitter was destroyed, setting back Drakken's attack on the world by two to three days. Now GJ is telling me that if I had quietly died without blowing up the transmitter, that would have been better because?" Ron motioned for the Top Agent to fill in the next part.
"Drakken and Shego would have been captured alive and taken into custody. Maybe if you had surrendered, then Shego would have only captured you as they have done in the past..." Agent Du pointed out.
"Ah yes, that's right, they had drugged Kimberly Ann and planned to rape her, but sidekicks get invited in for milk and cookies. But that didn't happen, apparently, and I pissed off Shego so much that she decides to burn off my face instead. Or maybe she just didn't like it to start with?" he tapped his ceramic half-mask for emphasis.
"And that's another thing! Do you really expect us to believe that you were saved by giant cockroaches?" the Top Agent protested.
Ron looked at the Director and held up his Kimmunicator, "Say the word, ma'am and I can have them here in a couple of hours as evidence."
Her calm, aloof demeanor almost cracking, "No, Mr. Stoppable, that isn't necessary. Please continue with your summary."
"By the time Kimberly Ann got my burnt, broken butt to the hospital, her brothers and father had finished their examination of the little toys. Adding what they found out to what Wade and I discovered about Drakken's transmission scheme, they believed that Drakken was one or two days away from activating the toys to take over the world using a low power signal such as one from the transmitter in the Nebraska lair. A higher power signal would shorten that time. The transmission tower that we blew up could have the first Diablos activated in another thirty minutes."
Ron stopped pacing and paused to take a drink of water; clearly trying to get his anger under control. The Director was watching him very...closely. Of all the people in the room, including two armed-security guards, she judged him to be the most dangerous. She made a mental note to talk to Dr. Anne Possible to see if the brain trauma he had suffered was to areas affecting personality. She paid attention when he set his glass back on the table and resumed speaking.
"Now Kimberly Ann didn't stop to ask for help or discuss jurisdiction or anything, she had Wade get her a ride so she could do what she has done many times in the past: She. Saved. The. World. Actually, that's not totally accurate. The planet would have been fine. But, she saved many of the current governments from being violently overthrown. Saved a lot of people's lives. Like many of Team Possible missions, the lair blew up. This time, Drakken and Shego died instead of getting away. Which, seeing as blowing up the lair only delayed the attack, was a Good Thing. Now you guys... who have been unable to keep the pair in prison... are trying to tell me that she should have let them kill her, if necessary, for them to get captured so they could escape... with all the little toys still in place around the world?"
The Top Agent interrupted, "Drakken and Shego didn't die in the explosion, that is another thing we need to discuss. Autopsies of the two show that Drakken suffered nine gunshot wounds..."
"Kimberly Ann!" Ron interjected, "That's outrageous! Were you using +P, 90 grain jacketed hollow points? Those are more than a dollar a round! Had your aim been better, you could have used fewer rounds and had money left over for a Grande sized Naco and a soda!"
Kim held her head in shame, "Sorry Ronnie, I'll have to practice more. And Wade selected lower muzzle velocity ball rounds because he believed that maybe I wouldn't want to kill with a single shot. But it was the first time I gunned down a villain."
"Kimberly, Kimberly, Kimberly, this isn't a TV cop show. You need to use the type of round that if you hit someone in the face, the round will fragment and a fragment will blow out their brain stem. If you hit them in the chest, you want a fragment to sever their spine. Shredding their heart is useless, that is fatal, but not immediately disabling. You don't pull out a gun unless you intend to use it and if you shoot someone, you are shooting to instantly disable, then kill. At least to drop them with the first shot, so they can't shoot back while you stand around hoping that they bleed out before they shoot you or someone you are defending. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes Ronnie, I understand. I'm sorry," Kim looked like she was about to be physically ill.
The Top Agent pressed on, "Shego, on the other hand, had several nearly healed gunshot wounds, including three to her head. The coroner said the gunshot wounds probably weren't the cause of death, but that he wasn't sure if the actual cause of death was the general organ failure caused by Polonium-210 poisoning or the fact that her head was chopped off!"
"Ma'am," the potentially crazy blond got serious addressing the Director, "Kimberly Ann killed Drakken and Shego. At the end of the day, dead is dead, no matter how they got that way. I believe we all know that this is the first time that she has killed anyone and that she had an unbelievable degree of provocation and responsibility on her shoulders. Failure was not an option at that point. To have failed would have resulted in her death and most likely the deaths of thousands of innocent people who will never know what she did for them. Certainly, they don't know what killing them cost her and I'm not sure you do either!"
"Mr. Stoppable. Putting aside the details of how Dr. Drakken and Shego died for the moment, we currently have hundreds of thousands of these Lil' Diablo toys scattered around the world ready for the next supervillain to take control of and wreak havoc with. Just what do you suggest we do about them? What are you going to do about them?" the Director gave Ron her best icy stare. "Drakken invented them and, to the best of our knowledge, he maintained all information on them on his person. His personal information storage media was destroyed in the lair."
"I'd suggest that you all should look at the information in Wade's data logs and figure out a new software load to 'brick' them. As for Kimberly Ann and me, well, we stopped this one... you can have the next supervillain. However, if you want some advice from a buffoon, why don't YOU activate them, take control of them, and command each one to march into the nearest, active volcano?"
He held out his hand to Kim. "Come, Kimberly Ann, we are outta here." The redhead obediently took his hand and he led her to the door. Stopping at the keypad lock, he tried two combinations and on the third, the door slid open. "You really shouldn't let people pick their own PIN codes," he said on the way out, the door closing behind the pair.
"Agent Du?"
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"Why did you let Miss Possible keep her sidearm?"
"I wanted to see if Team Possible could think on their feet, ma'am. Mr. Stoppable did a nice little bit of misdirection and sleight-of-hand to get it in. Besides, Miss Possible is a good guy, she wouldn't shoot me no matter how much I annoy her."
"You are living dangerously, Agent."
"Dr. Director?"
"Yes, Agent Du?"
"Stoppable's crazy and Possible's submissive behaviors are just acting, right?"
"I'm afraid that this encounter has broken Possible's spirit. I don't see her as much of a serious threat or a useful ally in crimefighting. Maybe someday she might recover. Stoppable has always been dangerous and is acting like he might be a threat. We'd better keep an eye on Stoppable to make sure that is just an act."
"Yes, Ma'am."
STD 2018-
The ground by the Bueno Nacho briefly opened up and deposited two teens on the sidewalk then closed without a trace. The blond released the redhead from another tight embrace and continued to walk down the sidewalk as if nothing had happened.
"Ron, wait up a second!" the redhead asked, still looking a little green around the gills.
The blond stopped and turned around, inquiring, "Yes, KP? I thought we were going home before we were so rudely interrupted."
"Can we talk about what just happened?"
"We can talk about that and anything you want tomorrow, I need to get home. I'm supposed to be helping Dad and Rufus with Hana's 'Day with Her Guys'.
His look softening a little, he held out his hand, "Come on, I'll walk you home. It's not really out of my way."
Taking his hand and not letting go, she walked down the sidewalk beside him.
"Do you hate me?" she asked, looking straight ahead, blinking tears from her eyes.
"No, why would I hate you?"
"Why were you so mean to me in the meeting with Global Justice?"
"I don't really know, something told me that I needed to make them worry about me and not about you."
"Why? That doesn't make sense."
"Many things don't make sense to me. I was going to guess that you thought I hated you because you like Eric more than me." he sounded puzzled.
"I still like you! I always liked you! I just got caught up in Eric being all new, shiny and popular. He," she paused trying to figure out a way to say it that didn't make her seem like a shallow jerk. Not thinking of one, she pressed on, comforted by the warmth of his hand in hers, "He was the thing I needed to beat Bonnie at the food chain game. But you know how that all turned out..."
"No, actually I haven't heard, whatever happened to Eric? At school, it's like he never existed."
Stunned, she told him the story of her prom night, from the great beginning to the tragic ending. Somehow, he had not connected her sexual assault threat with Eric.
"So, you think that the reason that Shego was able to burn my face half off was that the roaches were delayed by 'saving your virtue' and if they had been a couple minutes earlier, they would have helped me beat Shego?" he asked.
"Well, yeah, isn't that what happened?"
"You know, it's too bad we couldn't have swapped places..." Ron pondered.
"WHAT!?" she was taken off-guard by the non-sequitur.
"Sure, think of it, you would have kicked Shego's butt by yourself saving the world and the next day, I'd be bragging to all the guys how the smoking hot Erica 'took my virtue'.
Kim stopped and by refusing to let go of his hand, stopped him. She stared into the soft brown eyes that she had seen for years, looking for any sign that he was making fun of her. Seeing none, she thought about them swapping places. An image of him strutting around the next day brag-asking their classmates, "Have you seen my virtue? Erica took it last night and now I can't find it anywhere," popped into her brain. She snickered and then started laughing. She threw her arms around him, saying, "Thanks Ron".
She released him after noticing that he didn't hug her back. Still, one step at a time. Smiling, she walked up to her porch still holding his hand.
"So... Does that mean that I," Ron tapped on his white mask, "paid for your virtue?"
Her mouth hung open for a second. She was sure he was teasing her! She felt her heart do a happy cartwheel. "Yep, you bought and paid for it, Ronnie," she teased back, putting one hand on her hip and jutting it out in what she hoped was a sexy looking pose, "just tell me where and when you want it delivered."
The front door opened, "Hi Kimmie-cub, Hello Ronald," James greeted his daughter and growled at 'that boy', "Ronald, good to see you up and around. I thought cheer practice was canceled today."
"It was, Father," Kim replied coolly, "Ron was walking me home when GJ snatched us for a meeting they forgot to tell us about."
"Nice to see you Mr. Dr. Possible. If you will excuse me, Dad and Hana are expecting me." Without any further words or gestures, Ron turned and continued on to his house.
As Ron walked on to his house, Kim glared at her Dad, James glared at Ron, and Ron noticed a government sedan parked across the street and down one house - a vacant house. If he remembered Wade's notes on local government license plate numbers correctly, the first two digits of '72' indicated that the vehicle belonged to the State Department of Child Protective Services. "Maybe I should make tomorrow's breakfast something that can be eaten on the run," he thought to himself.
CREDITS
All characters are the property of the Disney Company. This is a work of fan fiction.
Authors Note: My thanks to CajunBear73, Daccu65, and Sentinel103 for pelting me with plot bunnies and ideas. They are effectively my betas and sorely underpaid. Heck, they are underpaid as writers too.
Also, in this chapter, the part where Kim thinks that Ron "brag-asking" about whether anyone has seen his lost "virtue" would be funny. If the situation was reversed and Kim had given Eric her "virtue" willingly, I wonder if she would be bragging about it in the locker room after cheer practice? I don't see her as the braggy kind of person, but still, I would like to think that she could have. One of those equality things I suppose.