STD 2018-
Sensei Tōgai was convinced that Raven's flashbacks and especially Ron's ability to see them wasn't normal neurology but was caused by a psychic connection, perhaps even MMP based. He was eager to test that hypothesis by stuffing both teens into a large MRI machine and observing their brain activity while they kissed. Taking shameless advantage of the two teens' "respect medical authorities" reflex, he convinced them to drop by his radiology lab after their high school course placement interviews.
Ron stood awkwardly in the clinic's radiology lab. Dammit, he saw the warmth and affection in her eyes after the kiss last night, but the thought that she was seeing Eric and not him had nearly crushed him! Was it too much to expect that his girlfriend would want him for him and not as an apparently inadequate replacement for a bag of goo?
He had treated Raven like crap this morning. Not rude or impolite, but cool and impersonal. With some help from a scathing dressing down from Kamiko just now, he realized that maybe his KP was in there somewhere fighting some sort of PTSD, maybe she did want to love him, and just maybe he could be helping her instead of moping around like a scolded puppy.
'OK, no problem,' he thought, 'it's not like Mr. Dr. P is going to see these MRI pictures, right? OK, time to man up and be a boyfriend.' He reached his hand out a little and brushed her side.
'Stupid jerk,' Raven managed not to speak out loud, 'Idiot Ron.' She had been hurt last night by his belief that she was thinking of another guy during their goodnight kiss then slept poorly worrying about it. She had wanted to talk to him this morning, but his silence hurt more than if he yelled at her. 'Dammit! Does he really have that low an opinion of himself!? And where does he get off looking into my thoughts?!' She felt his hand brush her side. She started to smack it away, but instead reached out and grabbed it in an angry iron grip. The same iron grip that could hang on to a grapple while the other hand gripped Ron on a grapple-powered ascension up a cliff. She felt his reply with nearly as strong a grip, if for no other reason than to keep his hand from being crushed.
"Stoppable-kun get on the table and lie down on your back. Mara-kun, crawl up on the table and stretch out on top of him." Sensei Tōgai's tone of voice brooked no argument. Ron pretty much ignored that attitude,
"Sensei, I don't know if this is really appropriate..."
"Get that blond butt up there Ronnie. We gotta figure out where my flashbacks are coming from and why you are seeing them." Sensei Tōgai winced as Raven walked her boyfriend over to the table. He was, after all, an expert on joint locks and the wrist lock that the oh so sweet sounding Goth had on the blond was at most a sneeze away from breaking his wrist.
"Yes, I want to check this phenomenon before it corrects itself. It could contain clues to the very nature of the MMP. Mara-chan," the physician switched to a soothing tone, "Please carefully stretch out on top of your boyfriend."
The Goth climbed on top of her boyfriend using a pressure point jab to get him to move his legs apart to allow her to crawl between them and was immediately pressed down by Kamiko. After measuring the height of the stack of bodies against the opening, the assistant placed headsets on both teens. Slowly the table slid into the MRI, pausing only once when she gently pressed Raven's face closer to Ron's so the Goth's head wouldn't bonk against the edge of the opening. Soon only their feet stuck out of the electronic monster's maw.
Ron thought that this was almost like a fantasy, the MRI was sort of like an air duct. There was even a fan blowing air down the tube to help with claustrophobia. He had once (OK, maybe twice) fantasized about making out with his red-haired hero while hiding in an air duct waiting for a tardy supervillain.
But in his fantasies, she wasn't crying.
"Raven, I'm sorry."
"Jerk. Idiot. You promised forever."
"I meant forever, it's just that I'm afraid..."
"Afraid of what?"
Sensei Tōgai's voice came over their headsets, "Don't start anything yet, I want a baseline."
The MRI gnomes started up with their little gnome MRI jackhammers.
"Afraid of being replaced," Ron said loudly to be heard over the racket.
"Afraid of not being good enough," he said more softly.
Raven put both hands on his face and made sure he could see her lips.
"Believe in me and my promise to always be by your side," she mouthed carefully so he could read her lips.
The Sensei's voice came over their headsets, "Please remain calm and still for one minute while I get a baseline."
"Right, remain calm and still, he says," Ron groused, trying to change the subject, "Well, I bet Tōgai's never been stuffed in a tube with a hot babe laying on top of him..."
"You would lose that bet, Stoppable-kun. I have done many things to advance science. Many of them I have never regretted." Sensei Tōgai's laughing voice was heard on both headsets, "The baseline is complete. Now commence kissing."
Kamiko, sitting on a stool in the monitoring room, stared at the physician. "They've never called you the love-sensei, have they?"
"No, I've suggested it several times, but I am ignored," was the deadpan reply.
Kamiko switched the mic to Ron's headset only, "Listen Ron-chan, you keep making Raven cry and I'll come out there and stick an I.V. in your butt. Speaking of butts, your arms can probably reach her butt. Consider this, she has crushed on other boys in the past, she may look twice at a handsome face, but it is you she wants to arouse her, to please her, so Ganbatte!"
Flipping the switch to Raven-only, she said, "Raven-kun, you have him right there, he can't run away. You claim to love him, kiss him! Do you not want him to experience sexual tension and pleasure? Why shouldn't it be you who provides it for him? Ganbatte!"
The Assistant watched her patients on the low-res, real-time monitor. The ghostly, transparent couple started out with some perfunctory kissing, but soon the pair relaxed into the moment. She thought she saw Ron react to something occasionally, but Raven held his head in her hands and waited for the reaction to pass before resuming her assault on his lips. Ron's hands could indeed reach a thinly covered butt and he took full advantage of that.
Raven wasn't exactly a control freak, but she did like to drive. In this sitch, Ron's arms were constrained by their bodies and the tube so he couldn't raise them higher than their waists. She conversely, had her arms trapped in the other direction, but she liked that as it let her use her hands to touch his face and hair. Early on in the experiment, she experienced vivid flashbacks that he reacted to. But she was driving and simply paused for a moment, then took his face in her hands and restarted the kissing. The restriction of movement was frustrating, she had squirmed up a little so he could reach her neck with his lips. That had the side effect that something was poking her when she squirmed back down. 'Dammit, what does he have in his pocket... Wait, neither of us has pockets... Oh... Perhaps my Ronnie is a little tense...'
"Ron," she said loudly to be heard over the racket, "I'm going to try to raise up to let you adjust your, uh, thing."
She managed to press her butt against the top of the tube to make enough of a gap between them for him to slip his hand between them to move the problem part so that it lay flat between their bodies.
Raven decided to change her makeout-in-an-air-shaft fantasy to have them already naked and oil covered. She really, really wanted to squirm more on her boyfriend but was afraid that right now, it would just give one of his favorite parts a rug-burn. She would never admit it to the young ninja, but Katsumi was correct about it getting larger. Getting back to the makeout session, she briefly wondered why she wasn't dying of embarrassment. 'Must be because this sitch is so surreal,' she thought to herself.
After another five minutes, Sensei Tōgai picked up the mic and flipped the switch to both, "Final scan is complete, you may relax, or we can turn off the lights and leave for the rest of the day, your choice."
Rolling her eyes as she picked up some towels and the two bags containing their clothes, Kamiko walked up to the MRI and pressed the 'eject' button. As the table smoothly rolled out of the machine, she laid the towels and bags on the foot of the table,
"Get dressed, I'm pretty sure that you both are done for the day. You're on your own for dinner."
"Ronnie, let's go find a quiet place to eat and talk, just the two of us, OK?" the goth stripped off her tee shirt, tossed it in a hamper and started toweling off sweat.
"Sure, Raven," the blond was doing his best not to stare at the naked goth while he toweled off and changed, "Let go back to the dorm, the little kitchen is stocked with basics, rice, pasta, eggs, canned stuff. I'll make us some dinner and we can talk there."
The sun had set but the moon shone in a clear sky as they walked back to their dorm. The trees, the mountains. the courtyard and architecture made their walk almost seem like another time, it was definitely another place than Middleton.
"Ron, wait here!" Raven spotted smoke coming from a window of their dorm and then swore under her breath as Ron raced hot on her heels following her as she ran into the building and up the stairs...
"I told her the heat was too hot," Nyx gestured to Elsa who was scraping charred remains out of a skillet and into the trash. A table fan was helping to blow the remaining smoke out the window of the little kitchen
"Nyx, Elsa, this is my boyfriend and mission partner Ron Stoppable; Ron, this is Nyx and Elsa, I met them in the baths yesterday. Do you both live in this dorm?"
"Yes, on this floor in fact," answered Nyx, the 'True Goth', "Non-Japanese students tend to start out here before being given the choice to move to a more traditional housing and some senior Japanese students come here to try European housing before doing advanced studies overseas."
"We got back late from an assignment and I was trying to make us some dinner, but apparently I wasn't paying enough attention," the stocky blonde Elsa admitted.
"You are in luck," Raven pointed out, "Did I mention that Ronnie here is a master cook?"
Ron found himself the center of hungry attention. "What do I have to work with?"
"Shrimp, eggs, lunch meats, bacon, butter, several kinds of cheese..." Raven reported from the refrigerator.
"Fresh garlic, canned tuna, rice, flour, dried pasta and all kinds of dried herbs..." Nyx was checking a pantry.
"I'm feeling like a shrimp, bacon, and pasta carbonara main dish. Not enough time for real bread, how about some cheesy garlic biscuits?" Ron was warming up to the task.
Ron made extra and the smell of frying bacon and garlic attracted two more students on their floor and Katsumi mysteriously appeared with ice cream for dessert. It was a lovely dinner with pleasant company but left no time for the quiet talk the two Americans had originally planned...
STD 2018-
Yori turned off her cellphone as their plane backed away from the terminal. It turned out that Mr. And Mrs. Stoppable had enough frequent flier miles to upgrade everyone to business class. She and Hanna were seatmates with Jean and Gene across the aisle. Hanna was on her best behavior so she could sit in the 'grownup section' even though she was sitting in a car seat, both for safety and boost her up so she could see out the window. Yori was not looking forward to the flight, on the flight from Japan, it was all she could do to keep Hana from dancing on the wing. This time she had an ace in the hole, a necklace from Jim and Tim that they promised would help the little girl sleep nearly the whole trip. The downside was having a fully rested and recharged Hana when they landed.
Being business class they were served orange juice, no alcohol for her, she was 'on duty', Hana got hers in a sippy cup and the Stoppables got theirs mixed with champagne (Mimosa). Rufus was required to be in a pet carrier stuffed in the overhead storage, but Yori, using a little sleight of hand, transferred him to a hidden nest in the base of Hana's car seat. Jean had passed a little of her Mimosa over for the little guy and Yori thought she heard tiny snores. Leaning across the aisle, she told Jean Stoppable,
"Jean-san, I have exchanged text messages with Anne and Wanda. They are spending the night at an inn and then taking a leisurely drive up to the school. Since we are going straight there, we should arrive shortly after they do. Are you sure you don't want me to send a message to Ron-san and tell him to expect us?"
"Oh no, dear. It will be more fun to surprise him..."
STD 2018-
James wondered at what point was he supposed to raise his hands to the heavens and shout, 'It's Alive!'
"Trust me, that's not as cool as it sounds. I did that and Shego just laughed at me," the seemingly ever-present voice pointed out.
Erica was no longer a naked skull sitting on a workbench, but was now fully assembled into a body and was in the process of powering up.
He had installed a glass fiber reinforced spinal column and mounted the skull. The body wasn't the nearly pure circulating syntho-goop internals that Drakken used in his design, the spinal column provided faster communications to various systems internal to her body.
He had installed her skull and the skin covering it with underlying musculature but no initial hair. That skin, like all the skin covering her body, had fiber generation factories incorporated into its cell structure. This allowed her to grow hair anywhere on her body to whatever length she desired in a matter of hours instead of weeks. The color was selectable and should Erica issue the proper internal commands, she could become a Wookie in a day or sport a rainbow Mohawk in an hour.
James ran a pressure test overnight on her body loaded with water instead of syntho-goop at ten times the normal pressure and except for one small section of a seam that he had to redo, everything looked good.
More critical to his immediate survival was that he had managed to get some sleep during the pressure test. Something about being near the synthodrone body while starting the test soothed him enough to sleep. Now, this morning after a few hours of sleep, a shower, soup and orange juice, the hallucinations seemed to be easier to ignore and his mind seemed a little clearer.
He had an inspiration while drinking his OJ. Because of the differences that he had introduced in Drakken's original design, the syntho-goop formula could be adjusted to make it a syntho-gel. A syntho-gel together with an embittering agent that should make Erica less vulnerable to punctures and taste bad to giant roaches.
The engineer whose own hair was graying at his temples took an electric blanket and tucked it gently and tenderly around the naked synthodrone.
"Don't you appreciate the female form?" snarked a vague greenish shape, "or do you just want a hot bod to cuddle with?"
"Shego, the heat will help the nanites in the syntho-gel activate and create their internal networks. The only hot body I want to cuddle with is on the other side of the planet."
"Well Doc P, the song says, 'Love the one you're with'."
The chime from his classified video conference screen interrupted James' banter with his ghostly kibitzers. Walking over in front of the screen, he did a quick check to make sure that he was the only one that could be seen by his camera. Pressing the answer button he saw the big screen split into nine squares with senior NASA scientists, Department of Defense representatives and congressional staffers responsible for funding logging into the virtual meeting.
"Gentlemen, I want to start this meeting by reporting that the prototype FTL probe model is ahead of schedule and under budget. In fact, it is ready for Milestone Number Six: Initial Demonstration to Stakeholders."
"What? This was a boondoggle, a waste of taxpayer money; surely you don't claim that the prototype works?" one of the staffers was clearly expecting James to ask for more money and time.
"Is the demo really ready? Wait! Does that mean the probe has already made a proof of concept flight?" The NASA scientist was practically vibrating with excitement.
"Yes, it has. Ladies and Gentlemen, I am ready to demonstrate it right now. The engineers at the Joint Propulsion Labs have it on a test launch pad. The moon is directly overhead. The prototype is carrying a twenty-five-pound flash bomb made of magnesium powder with an oxidizer and an unknown metallic salt added by an engineering professor from Southern Cal. The probe will ignite the flare immediately on arrival at the moon. The test will be to start a stopwatch timer running when they launch the probe and compare it to the time of arrival of the flash. The metallic salt will give the flare a color that can be used to spectrally verify that it is the flare we put on the probe."
A simple graphic appeared on all the screens showing the test setup. James continued,
"If the probe can indeed travel faster than light, or radio waves, then the time from launch to the observation of the flash will be less than the round-trip time for light. The round-trip time of light to the moon and back is two point six seconds. I expect the flash to arrive about 1.8 seconds after it leaves the Earth. For this to happen, the probe has to travel faster than light to get to the moon in time to light the flare. The probe has laser retroreflectors that will be used to show that the prototype is indeed on the moon and didn't stop short."
The experiment wasn't much to look at. The prototype sat on a pad for a couple of minutes then vanished. The video windows with the NASA and JPL were quiet for about 30 seconds then people in the remote JPL rooms were cheering.
"One point six seconds James! The spectra of the flash confirm it was from the probe, laser range finding shows that the probe is at the correct distance to be on the moon!" cheered the JPL engineer.
"Well, gentlemen, I have other things to attend to, so if you will excuse me," the graying engineer closed his connection, stunning the rest of the people on the conference call. Dr. James Possible just demonstrated the most important piece of technology in the last 100 years, the technology that could get mankind to the stars and he 'had other things to do!?'
"Get that prototype under lock and key, maybe the people at Nellis Air Force Base's Dreamland should take charge of it. This is too important a technology to have just lying around JPL," demanded an Air Force General from the Department of Defense window.
"Sir, we don't know how to get it back from the moon," one of the JPL engineers started to explain, "We're not sure how it lifted off in the first place, we examined it but there weren't any thrusters that we could see. The only command provided on the control channel that Dr. Possible gave us access to was the command to launch."
The Air Force General pounded his desk, "Outrageous! Get Dr. Possible back on the line!"
A voice in the back could be heard to say, "Sorry General, but he isn't on the network and there are no outside phone lines in his secure lab."
"Call the Security Forces and have them go get his ass to a phone!"
The background voice was heard to say, "But General, Middleton Space Center isn't Air Force, we don't have any Security Forces stationed in the area..."
STD 2018-
Raven stumbled out of the shower, walking to a sink and mirror. Supposedly it was safe to wash her hair now that the dye had sufficient time to set, but she was in a hurry, Nyx and Elsa had woken her up for a class that someone apparently forgot to tell her about. Skipping all of her makeup except for sunscreen, she then did a quick brush and braid of her hair. Putting her stuff back in her shower kit, she noticed Katsumi loitering around.
"Let me guess, waiting to hear someone fall in the shower?" Raven shouldn't have snarked, but it was too damned early and she really wanted coffee.
The younger girl shrugged, unperturbed, "Sensei Tōgai asked me to fetch Stoppable-san before he goes to today's MMP training." Pulling out what looked like a stainless steel drink bottle out of her bag, she handed it over saying, "Kamiko-san asked me to give this to you."
Taking the bottle, Raven saw that it was a vacuum bottle made to keep drinks hot or cold. Unscrewing the cap, she smelled coffee. Real, honest to goodness coffee. Bowing low to the younger student, she said, "Thank you Katsumi-sama, you have saved my life this morning. Please give Kamiko-sensei my humble thanks."
Tucking the bottle into an inner pocket on her uniform jacket, she shouted, "Bye Ron, See you after class!" and heard mumbling in reply.
She was about to run out the door when she heard Katsumi say something about how maybe she should have brought two coffees. Screeching to a halt, she told the kind but clueless young Ninja, "No! Never, ever give Ronnie strong caffeinated drinks, particularly coffee first thing in the morning. Just trust me on that. Coming!" she called out to Nyx and ran out the door.
STD 2018-
James was well and truly screwed. And not the happy naked fun kind of screwed either. Splashing cold water in his face, he left the restroom and walked back to the lab, punching in the entrance code and slipping into the cool air. Erica was dressed in one of his spare dress shirts which barely came down to her mid-thigh. She had about an inch of new auburn hair on her head, somehow that made her seem even sexier. She did look like a younger Anne, pretty but missing some quality that his Anne had.
"Guess I'd better bring the prototype back in case someone wants another demonstration" he muttered absently, walking past the synthodrone to the control box on the assembly table and pressed the recall button.
"James, please go see a doctor, you're sick."
"Erica, I'll be fine, but what am I going to do?"
"Can you be more specific?"
"I mean with you. I guess I made you the girl of my dreams and not the girl of either Kimmie-cub's or Ronald's dreams. No, wait. That's not entirely true, I made you in the image of the young woman who will become the woman of my dreams. Still, I can't send you to try to seduce either of them. That would make me as evil as Drakken. Well, not take over the world evil, but messing with someone's emotions evil."
"That would be good. My Anne optimizations would probably reject that assignment anyway."
James looked around the lab. There was no sign of either the ex-supervillain or the glowing green ghostly generator of feminine snark.
"I'm sorry, my mind wandered there for a second. What did you say?"
The synthodrone stamped a pretty foot, "I said that the Anne rules of conduct you've loaded into me would prevent me from trying to seduce either Kimmy or Ronald."
James stared at her foot. Did Anne ever stamp her foot when she was frustrated? Maybe when they were first new?
"James, are you listening to me?!"
"I've modeled you after the smartest, kindest, most loving, the most attractive woman on the planet. There's no way That Ronald," the blond boy's name came out in a growl, "will ever be allowed to touch you."
The scientist stopped and rubbed his temples and tried to get a grip on his emotions. "What have I been thinking? I'm such a bad mad scientist! Uh, do you think Neil would like his boots back?" James picked up a pair of space suit boots that he had retrieved off the moon in the first test of the prototype.
"I'm sure he'd be pleased that you have them, honey. And you're not a bad mad-scientist, you're a good, good-scientist," Erica walked over to James and hugged him so tightly that he tried to make a mental note to check the calibration on her force-feedback sensors. Tried to, but it was just so hot in the room. He was just so hot, so tired...
"James? James! Honey, don't leave us! We love you, honey, stay with us..."
As she carried his limp body to the couch, a search result arrived from the second of the four threads of execution searching for old Eric data files in her memory. Scanning the file, she saw that Drakken planned to attack James for revenge as part of using Eric as a distraction. Raising up the prone scientist's right arm, she looked at the palm of his hand. There was a lump as if a splinter was stuck under the skin.
There was a thud from the test chamber as the prototype arrived, dropping to the padded floor. She ignored the noise as not important.
The data file contained the instructions for Eric to inject a small hollow needle into James's hand while shaking the man's hand in an introduction. The chemically coated needle would immediately numb the skin to avoid detection. This needle was a miniaturized nanite factory that would produce artificial viruses designed to attack the victim's brain, increasing paranoia and destroying creative functions.
Reassigning all her non-critical threads of execution to work on solving this problem, the data returned by her search routines indicated that she needed to remove this object as soon as possible. The fever showed that James's body was fighting the infection, so removing the source of new copies of the virus should help. Scanning the room, she spotted the laser cutter. The cutter that James had used to cut hardened stainless steel for the prototype. Not as delicate a tool as Anne's laser scalpel, but it would have to do.
STD 2018-
Master Sensei stood on a rise to watch students coming back from the run that ended this day's session of the Dragon Course. The course picked for today ended with the runners crossing the rickety looking rope bridge across the gorge. That was an illusion, of course, should General Hannibal himself show up with his war elephants, the bridge would easily support them. Two strange looking motorcycles pulled up near the other side of the gorge and parked.
'That must be Wanda and Anne-sensei,' He had received an alert from one of the sentry posts earlier that the pair had been identified and allowed to pass. The riders wore body armor made to reduce injuries in the event of a crash. The headmaster chuckled to himself that this must be at the prodding of the senior surgeon because Wanda, well, there was this rumor concerning Wanda and Suzie racing through villages riding naked except for helmets that had never been proven. To the best of his knowledge, his senior student usually wore a simple leather jacket and denim jeans when riding a motorcycle.
Watching the women take off their helmets and strip off their body armor made him appreciate the cataract surgery he had last year. At sixty-five, he was still young enough to enjoy the beauty in the world. Enjoy strictly from a distance as inappropriate relations between any Sensei and students or Junior staff were strictly forbidden. His musings were interrupted by Katsumi running up to him with a large tablet phone,
"Master Sensei! You have a video call from Alexander-sama!"
"Thank you, that will be all, Katsumi-kun." Pulling reading glasses out of his sleeve, he put them on, mentally running a quick calming exercise wondering why one of the heads of the Yamaguchi-gumi, the largest of the Yakuza organizations was calling him.
Pressing the accept button on the screen, he said,
"This is Master Sensei, how may I help you?"
"Kaemon-san, can't an old acquaintance just call to chat?" The face on the screen looked middle-aged and very Japanese, apparently using cover names in Yakuza leadership was popular these days, thus 'Alexander'.
"Alexander-san, I cannot think of anything my students could be doing now to interfere with your operations. If you are checking on the cherry blossoms, I fear that they are past their peak. Is there a disaster somewhere that students of the mountain may assist your soldiers with?"
"No, Actually I have a situation that has arisen and I want to ensure that we can extricate ourselves from it without bloodshed or ill feelings on either side."
In the background, a five-second roar/whoosh sound was heard, followed by a few people cheering and,
"Hicka Bicka Boo!" cheered a boy.
"Hoosha! 422 Newtons average thrust!" cheered the second boy.
"Because of a misunderstanding by one of my sub-lieutenants, we are now hosting two young American men and one of your Ninja. My man was monitoring the exchange of robotic technical information and thought the young men were CIA agents looking to uncover the illegal selling of technical information. When your Ninja appeared to retrieve them, my people took them as guests to one of our safe houses. All are unhurt, your Ninja was most determined to keep them safe and refrained from starting combat."
The headmaster almost felt sorry for the criminal organization, "I believe the two young men you have are Jim Possible and Tim Possible, the younger brothers of Kim Possible. Ms. Possible and her partner Ron Stoppable are visiting the mountain as a matter of fact."
The face on the video screen paled.
"May I inquire why you haven't returned my Ninja and his guests?"
"Kaemon-san, we want to assist the brothers in their dealing with the local robotics manufacturers."
"For a fee, I assume?"
"We will only charge them a very reasonable sixty percent commission."
"Fifteen percent sounds more reasonable."
"We are not a charity, but we could do forty percent with a ten percent kickback to the mountain."
"Twenty percent with their money channeled through offshore accounts. All required paperwork completed by your lawyers. No promise of exclusive rights for future products. No kickback to my mountain."
"Done. But we want the right of first refusal for future offerings."
"Agreed. When may I expect them to arrive at my mountain?"
"We want to entertain them for three more days, then we will make sure they arrive safe, sound, and loaded with souvenirs. We will fax over a contract this afternoon. Their mother can read and sign it for them."
Master Sensei closed the video window when the call ended. Looking at the tail end of the runners, he saw a running and leaping small child cutting through the pack with a grinning Yori in hot pursuit. He laughed at his good fortune to be alive at this time in history and to be associated with the Possibles and the Stoppables including their new daughter.
CREDITS
All characters are the property of the Disney Company. This is a work of fan fiction.
Suzie Chin (Subira Chen) and her partner in Ninja-hood Wanda Wang are all from Sentinel103 and his "Once Again" stories.
Authors Note: Thanks to CajunBear73, Daccu65, and Sentinel103 for basically being beta readers, editors, and sanity checkers. Believe me, I need a lot of sanity checks. This chapter had a good bit of emails going back and forth with ideas.
Posted September 8th, 2018