STD 2018
"Ronnie, why did you bring me here?" Raven's voice was low and sultry.
"Well, dinner is over, everything is put away and cleaned up and a good boyfriend escorts his girlfriend to her door."
Raven made a point of looking around the blond to the door of the little kitchen where Ron had cooked dinner for them and a few friends. "Thanks. I don't know how I could ever have made the seventy-five feet from the kitchen without you," her voice was a silken purr, "But I do have one observation..."
"What?"
"This is your door, not mine," dark eyes closed as she put her arms around him for a very sweet and flashback-free kiss, "My door is the next one."
"Mmm. So it is. Perhaps we should pause here to gather our strength for the long trek ahead of us..."
STD 2018-
"Ronnie? Time to get up!" Raven pounded on his door. Grinning, she said loudly, "Ohayou, Yori. Why are you carrying that bucket of water?" she paused for effect, then continued, "Holy cow, girl, that water has ice in it! You're gonna freeze Ronnie's keister off!"
The door opened and a panicked blond wearing only boxers looked frantically around. Only seeing Raven in a bathrobe fresh from a shower, "Not funny! But I'm up! I'm..."
Grabbing him for a quick kiss, she said, "Gotta hustle off to start the Dragon Course, Master Sensei asked me to skip the run and come to join you for MMP training with Sensei Tōgai today."
STD 2018-
Hirotaka slid the door open and bowed Dia Bosu into the formal meeting room. A long, low table divided the room and Master Sensei knelt on the far side with a red-haired woman wearing Sensei robes on his right side. Yori and Wanda were on the ends, dressed in formal black uniforms without either hood or mask.
Dia Bosu walked to the table and bowed. Hirotaka stepped in the room and stood at attention at one side of the door. Kiri, in her spandex controller suit, stepped in and stood at attention by the other side.
"Kaemon-sama, I wish to thank you for giving us the opportunity to meet and work with Jim and Tim Possible..."
"Mom! Mom! We had..." exclaimed Tim, running in the room interrupting the Yakuza Boss;
"the best time" exclaimed Jim as both boys ran up and threw their arms around their mother.
"Hirotaka and his friends"
"Are the best! And we helped Kiri and her friends..."
She frowned, "Boys, take off your shirts!" The frown turned into a glare that threatened to incinerate Hirotaka where he stood.
"I have no excuses Sensei," The ninja stood as if for judgment and sentencing.
Both boys took off their shirts. Tim had the image of a snake-like dragon running up one arm, across his chest, and down the other arm. The black dragon was wreathed in red flames and was breathing fire. Instead of looking fierce, the dragon seemed to be happy and almost dancing across her son's body.
Jim's entire right arm down to his wrist was covered in stylized blue water crowded with tranquil green lotus plants, many had flowers of bright colors. Vivid green smiling koi leaped and splashed about in happiness and joy. Both pieces of art were true masterpieces done by a true artist.
"Cool, huh mom. It took Mr. Hiroshi all afternoon to do Tim's" said Jim.
"And he spent the rest of the evening and the next morning doing Jim's!" said Tim.
"Other than spending quality time with an artist getting tattooed, what have you boys been up to? I signed a contract for you two, by the way."
"Mom! These aren't real tattoos," started Tim,
"Mr. Hiroshi used art markers, they'll wash off," continued Jim,
"Eventually," quietly finished Tim.
While the Yakuza chief was certainly willing for the Ninja being glared at to take a beating, he decided to move forward with his agenda before any blood was spilled.
"Mrs. Dr. Possible-sensei," he bowed to her, "Please accept these small gifts as a token of admiration for the skill and perseverance you undoubtedly demonstrated in raising such creative sons, or as we affectionately refer to them as the Bouyatachi."
Two Yakuza soldiers, one in a suit and tie, the other in a Kimono, brought in two long boxes, placing them on the table in front of Anne.
The first was a Yukata, most likely hand painted silk with the body decorated with Jim's lotus flowers and koi design with Tim's dragon design running up one sleeve, across the back and down the other.
Anne stood so she could hold it up to see the entire print.
"We hope that this simple yukata reflects the joy that your sons have brought to your life."
"It's very lovely, thank you."
"For your husband, we wish to present him with a unique pair of Samurai swords." A soldier opened the second box and pulled out a pair of swords, one long, one shorter. The hilts and scabbard were crystal and the blades inside them reflected rainbow fire.
"Traditionally," the boss continued, "a master Japanese craftsman will fold and forge steel many times to produce the steel of a quality required for a Samurai blade. These blades are crafted from 512 layers of not steel, but metals recycled from the thrusters of an H-11A booster rocket. It may not be a true Samurai blade, but we feel it suits your husband's interests."
Anne carefully folded the yukata and reached for the longer of the two blades.
Drawing the blade from its scabbard, she held it up looking at how the blade reflected the light in the room as if she held a rainbow of fire.
"On behalf of my husband," she slid the blade back into the scabbard, placing it back in the box, "please accept his thanks for a gift that he will treasure always."
STD 2018-
Ron, teeth chattering, struggled out of the stream-fed pool. The stream was created by melting snow and although it was sunny, the water was damned cold. Cold enough that Kamiko was wearing a wetsuit while she swam around acting as his personal lifeguard. Ron was wearing a 'French approved swimsuit for public pools'(i.e. a Speedo). Ron turned to maximize his exposure to the sun. Global warming couldn't get here fast enough. The sidekick thought to himself, 'Don't they usually let you put your semen in a test tube before they freeze it?.'
"The MMP is almost an intelligent entity," Sensei Tōgai repeated the explanation, "The problem is that you must learn that you do not control it like using the pedals and steering wheel on a car, you must learn how to tell it what you need."
"But what if it doesn't feel like doing what I ask?"
"That would be a tricky conundrum indeed, Stoppable-kun. The scrolls make no mention of the MMP having a sense of humor. Of course, there are missing scrolls..."
The senior physician smiled, "I suggest that you ask the MMP to keep the cold water from touching you and sucking away all your heat."
"How can it do that?" the blond was cold, chattering and confused. He brightened a little as he saw a dark-haired girl picking her way down the hill to join them.
"I have no idea. Let us assume that the MMP has one."
"Sensei, you know what they say about assuming," the blond started to smirk before finding himself flying through the air toward the center of the pool.
Time seemed to slow for the hapless young man. Which was good, because he was not looking forward to hitting the cold water again. Just as the surface of the water came rushing up to him, he felt something laughing in delight. Then he hit the water. Tiny bubbles covered his skin and he bobbed back up to the surface floating higher than usual.
"This is so cool," he thought to himself. The layer of fizz surrounding him not only helped him stay warm, it seemed to make it easier to swim and swim faster.
"Stoppable-kun!" Sensei Tōgai's voice broke into his reverie. The blond stopped and stuck his head out of the water.
"The scrolls suggest that you should be able to share the power!"
Ron then heard, "Hey! Wait! Wait! What are you doing?" and then a shriek as Raven in a black, one-piece racing bathing suit sailed over him to splash into the pool about ten feet away.
She hit the water and immediately popped to the surface. As Ron raced over to her, she cut loose with a stream of invective that was creative and anatomically implausible before starting to swim to the shore.
Quickly reaching her, he, by sheer luck, grabbed her hand. Sensei Tōgai, watching from the shore, was amazed to see the fizz spread over her body. The scrolls were correct. The MMP was easier to use when coming to the aid of someone else than to use for your own advantage. He had been totally guessing about sharing the power but was confident that he could prevent the dark-haired fury from hurting him too badly if he was wrong. They would give the pair fifteen minutes to play in the water before pulling them out for the next exercise.
The physician had spent the last two days trying to get Ron to use the MMP for telekinesis without much effect. The boy could barely make a chopstick move. But, he was betting that the boy could practically make Raven fly like her namesake if he called upon it for her benefit. The ninja doctor thought to himself, 'I wonder if I mention this if it would affect Stoppable-san from being able to access the power for his own benefit?'
STD 2018-
Dia Bosu was pleased with the reception of himself and his gifts. Now for the demonstration.
"Please allow me to demonstrate what your sons have developed," he knelt at the table after getting a nod from Master Sensei. "You may begin, Kiri-kun." Bowing again to Master Sensei, he continued, "Kiri requires several more years of practice to do a proper tea ceremony herself and many of us believe that only a real human can ever do a tea ceremony justice. But for now, let her just serve you simply."
The woman standing by the door put her visor on and started to make small movements with her body and using the controllers in her hands.
Two girls in maid costumes walked in carrying trays with various items on them. One took a teacup and measured a green powder into it, then added hot water from a thermos and used a whisk to mix it. She then put the cup in front of Master Sensei.
Meanwhile, the other maid knelt at the table in front of Anne, asking,
"How does Mistress enjoy her coffee?"
Jim and Tim whispered encouragement to their mom.
"Strong and black please."
The second maid produced a glass cylinder, measured ground coffee into it, added hot water and waited, the perfect picture of serenity.
The first maid continued to make cups of tea and presented them to Wanda and Yori.
Having given the coffee time to steep, the second maid produced a piston and used it to press the grounds to the bottom of the cylinder, poured the coffee into a cup and presented the cup to Anne.
"Thank you very much, dear," she took the cup and tried a sip. She had been carefully observing both maids and at first, thought that both displayed slight muscle tremors but then realized that the two maids were puppets and the girl at the door was rapidly switching control between the two. She had known that her sons were smart, but to produce these puppets in this short amount of time was truly amazing.
The two maids stepped back from the table, quickly undressed, and morphed at the same time. They now appeared as an octopus plus a male Centaur with arms like a spinach-eating sailor, amazing abs and was a creature that definitely never skipped leg day. The new pair of creatures served small pastries to go with the hot drinks.
Finally, the pair morphed into leopards that walked over to the girl at the door and laid down at her feet. She removed her visor and bowed to the room. She walked up to Anne, scooped up Jim and Tim into a hug, and kissed both on the cheek.
"Your sons have freed me from a miserable existence as a hostess at a maid cafe. Now I can delight my favorite customers using these magical forms. But no longer can bad customers abuse me."
Anne looked carefully at the young woman's face. The concealer that she wore didn't quite hide the bruise around her eye. Seeing the woman flinch when Anne reached up as if to touch her face, the mother and physician said, "What will you do?"
One of the leopards morphed into a Medusa, a shapely, attractive, winged, young woman with head snakes coming down to her waist. The snakes were writhing and hissing in anger, displaying two-inch-long fangs from mouths dripping with saliva.
"Oh" commented Anne. She was torn between a mother's desire for vengeance and a physician's desire for justice without leaving bodies all over the room.
A young man slipped past the Medusa, nimbly avoiding her hissing snakes. He hurried to Master Sensei's side, knelt and passed the Headmaster a note.
"I ask your pardon for the interruption, Bosu-sama," the old man said before announcing, "Team Cobra has been activated. You leave in one hour. Contact Suzie for loadout. Good luck."
Wanda and Yori got up and quickly walked out through the door following Hirotaka who had already disappeared down the hall.
The Yakuza chief looked at the red-haired mother who had just gone pale. Standing, he said,
"It appears that we have come at a most inopportune time. We will visit another time, perhaps..."
STD 2018-
"Stoppable-kun! Get control! Put the rocks down!" Sensei Tōgai spoke loudly and waved his hands trying to get his student's attention. The blond was softly glowing blue, floating about six inches above the ground with an uncharacteristic cruel expression on his face. He held his arms outstretched with ghostly blue streamers flowing from his fingers. He was at the center of a swirling vortex of rocks, the largest was roughly four feet in diameter, most were smaller. In the orbit of rocks was Raven floating unafraid among the debris.
"Stoppable-san, please," Kamiko, dodging a few rocks, ran up to the scary young MMP master, "Slowly drop the rocks, but hold your love up. Please, Ron-san," she put the palms of her hands on his chest, "Come back to us. I'm afraid that you are going to be lost to the MMP..."
STD 2018-
"Mom? What's wrong?" Tim and Jim noticed their Mom was seriously distressed.
"Master Sensei, please tell me that I am wrong to assume that Suzie isn't still in Middleton and didn't stay there to keep an eye on James," Anne spoke softly with a touch of fear in her voice.
"Anne Sensei," the Headmaster used his calming voice, the one he had used many times in the past when briefing young Ninja on a dire situation, "Suzie remained in Middleton partly to keep an eye on James, partly to monitor people looking to take Kimberly into custody and partly to provide backup to Wade Load until we can form a new team around him. She was most concerned about the young tech genius as most of his friends and people who would run to his aid are in Japan."
Seeing that he wasn't speaking to a young Ninja, but a true Surgeon/Sensei with a core of steel and nerves to match, he continued,
"Suzie and the rest of Team Cobra are among my most trusted students. At a request from any of them, I would start marshaling the resources they asked before I inquired as to why they wanted them. Suzie has asked for her team to join them as soon as can be arranged."
Trying for a touch of levity, he continued, "She did not ask for support from our more combat oriented teams like Team Panther and Team Twelve, so I believe that the problem is less than Armageddon." Seeing the woman didn't smile even a little, he motioned them toward the door and finished, "Now that the resources she has requested are started on their way to her, let's go ask her what the problem is."
STD 2018-
"Wade, play the video again, please." Anne's voice was without emotion.
... "James? James! Honey, don't leave us! We love you, honey, stay with us..." The scientist sagged in the woman's arms and she carried him off screen as easily as if he was a small child. The video went blank and was replaced with the words "Connection lost".
"Wade, did you run a thermal scan," started Tim,
"To check for body temperature and respiration thermal plumes?" finished Jim, worried about his mom who had sat emotionless since she saw the video the first time.
"Yes, I did," replied the young tech genius, "The temperature and its uniformity over her body are all wrong, I would guess a synthodrone except I don't see evidence of syntho-goop circulation.
"Dad was thinking about replacing the goop with a gel," started Tim,
"At least that is what we are guessing, 'cause we wouldn't have any real way of knowing," backpedaled Jim seeing the look their mom was directing their way.
"You knew Dad was building a synthodrone?" Raven's growl dripped with approaching physical menace.
"We, uh, guessed when we checked out the site at the lake and saw that someone had recovered Eric's body but not his cool bike and..." Tim's voice trailed off as he noticed that Ron's arms tightened around their sister's waist as a cautionary restraint.
"Shutting up now," declared Jim.
"Please continue with your findings," Master Sensei addressed the camera on top of the secure video-conferencing screen.
"After I saw the video, I sent messages asking for the rest of Team Cobra to be sent for assistance. Within minutes of my request, personnel including James Possible were transferred to an isolation ward associated with Middleton General."
"While they were being put into the ambulances, we could hear the chatter of the CDC and medics," Wade read from an actual sheet of paper, "It appears that Mr. Dr. Possible is suffering from a brain virus but he is not really contagious, the contagion danger is from something they picked up from the Moon. The Air Force Security Force is involved somehow."
"We received a call from Amanda Possible-sama," Suzie said, "she is planning on using her resources to get Dr. Possible free from the people who hold him. She asked if we could assist and I told her we would be ready to assist in two days as soon as Team Cobra has assembled."
"Suzie-san," Master Sensei asked, "should we send more resources? Perhaps Team Panther and Team Twelve?"
The young Ninja hid a brief laugh behind her hand. "No, Master Sensei, that would not be advisable."
"Why? If Team Cobra is just the four of you, please don't take offense, but you are just young people..." Anne argued, "Maybe I should come back to the States, maybe with Kimmy and Ronald..."
"Anne-sensei, we are at least as old and experienced as your daughter and she has saved the world on several occasions..."
"But this is James..." Anne's voice displayed her anguish, "I knew he was sick and I left him there..."
"Sensei, We will bring your husband to you safe and sound. Amanda-sama has resources to quietly extract him, we will provide eyes and ears in Middleton to assist her. Your brother in law Slim-san has a plan to transport him to Japan. If this were, say North Korea, and we had to extract him with no help and no concern of collateral damage or casualties among his captors, then Team Panther and Team Twelve could carve a path through a thousand defenders and safely get him to you."
"Please Sensei, it is late in your day, but early in ours. Let us gather information and we will get together first thing in your morning tomorrow and tell you what we have found out and we can plan from there. Is that acceptable?"
"Yes, it is. Thank you, Suzie." The doctor looked defeated.
"Master Sensei, One last thing, I am creating a Team Indigo based around Wade-san and Katsumi-san as you have instructed. Perhaps it would be wise to have Team Orange drop in to back them up. I believe that they are currently running exercises in Mexico City? They would be most helpful in training by example."
"That is an excellent idea, Suzie-san. I will contact them immediately."
A few quick pleasantries and the conference call was concluded.
Master Sensei excused himself saying that he had other duties that he must attend to.
The Mother and all her children sat in the growing gloom of the evening.
"Raven, are you still angry with your father about Ronald?"
The dark young woman held her hands out. They were trembling.
"Mom, even if I was, I'd be on a plane now to rescue him. Except I don't know how fast I am deteriorating, so it's best to leave the hero work to those who can do it." Tears filled her eyes.
"Hi, Possible clan and Ron!" Elsa and Nyx appeared, gathered them up and moved everyone to their dorm, saying that they would have dinner there and that they had set up a pair of rooms for Anne and her sons to use, claiming that for tonight, the Possible clan should be together.
The walk across the serene campus soothed her Wife/Mother's soul. She started to believe that things would work out, people almost as good as Ron and Kimmy (but more of them) would bring James to her, she would either find a good surgery team in Tokyo or fly her team here and she would fix her children and heal her husband. She was undecided whether to be angry or flattered that the synthodrone her often clueless husband had created was of her. Or to be exact, a twenty year younger version of her.
STD 2018-
James stared at the schematics, specifically at the power input coupling design. "Dr. Ladra, I'm sorry, but I can't remember! Are you sure it worked?"
Dr. Laura Ladra was a dark curvy woman that seemed to be sweating a little. "Dr. Possible, I saw the recordings of the experiment where you sent it to the moon! We found items left on the moon by several moon missions in your lab! But the prototype has nothing that looks like a propulsion drive installed in it!
"Oh. That I remember. The FTL is basically wormhole technology and the wormhole generator is built into my lab bench. It would be silly to put the only wormhole generator into the prototype itself, how would I recover it to fix it if it broke on the moon? That also gave me the mainframe support of the Space Center computers for the calculations that I needed to create the ends of the wormhole in relative space."
Looking concerned, he handed the scientist a glass of iced water, "Dr. Ladra, are you feeling OK?"
She drank the water eagerly, "I'm a little feverish. It's just some allergy to something my East Coast body isn't used to." She gathered up notes and schematics and put them back into a courier bag.
"Is there anything I need to know to access your wormhole generator? Any traps? Passwords?"
"No passwords, no traps that I can remember. If you feel around under the edge of the top of the lab bench, you'll feel a lever. Pull it and the top will raise up to give you access to the generator. Darn it, this memory loss is no garden party! Did I really demonstrate that faster than light travel is possible? I wish I could remember it..."
"What have your doctors told you?"
James closed his eyes and sighed, "It doesn't look good, they're worried that the virus hasn't totally stopped damaging areas yet."
A flash of concern showed in the dark woman's eyes.
"Try not to worry, James. You've got the best doctors looking at you." She shouldered her bag and walked out the door with her Air Force Security right behind her.
"But there is only one doctor I want. My god, what if I start to forget her? Have I already forgotten things?" James desperately tried to remember holding his wife in his arms, the feel of her body pressed against his.
A strong hand gripped his shoulder, "I will remind you if you forget. I will be your memory of your love for her."
Vivian looked at Erica trying to comfort her colleague. 'Yeah, that's going to be interesting to see..." she thought to herself.
STD 2018-
"That wasn't too bad, was it, Wade-san?" Suzie and Wade walked up to his front door, just coming back from a trip to scout out the facility where James was being held.
"But I was spotted!"
"Dr. Vivian Porter gave you a little wave from down a hall. She did not say your name. Does she know that you work with Team Possible?"
"Yes, but..."
"But nothing Wade-san. Your cover was that of a person helping his friend deliver flowers. I believe that her seeing you alerted her to the fact that friends are concerned about her and the people she is with. It will work out fine, trust me," opening the front door, she announced, "Tadaima!" and was surprised not to hear Wade's mom, but a deep man's voice reply instead,
"Okaerinasai!"
Stepping into the house with caution now, she heard Wade say,
"Hi, Dad!"
She found herself face to face with a giant of a man, at least six feet, five inches in height and the muscles, but none of the fat of a sumo wrestler. The smiling giant held out a shovel-sized hand, saying,
"My name is Lontaine, I'm Wade's Dad. You must be Suzie Chin, visiting from Japan."
"Yes, I am pleased to make your acquaintance, sir," as hard as she tried, the Ninja couldn't manage to not stare. She gave his hand a courteous shake, his grip was gentle and careful.
Laughing, he continued, "Yes, Wade is my son, flesh of my flesh to be exact. The boys in my family are famous for getting a large growth spurt around the time they turn sixteen or seventeen."
"Oh, son, you have a visitor. A young woman named Katsumi Cullen arrived about an hour ago. She looked pretty jet-lagged so your Mom set your holo-room to the Japanese Bathhouse simulation, put her stuff in the guest room in the basement and turned her loose to clean up and take a nap before dinner."
Looking carefully at Suzie, he continued, "Son, why don't you go down and see if she needs anything? Miss Chin? May I have a word with you?"
"Certainly, Mr. Load."
"Have a seat," he waved her over to the couch while he sat on an oversized recliner.
"Miss Chin," the large man leaned back in the chair, most likely trying to be less intimidating. Suzie appreciated the gesture although the young Ninja was hard to intimidate, especially given that she was carrying her favorite weapons.
"My son is a good boy on his way to becoming a good man. He is beyond my capability to really understand how book smart he is. But emotionally, he is pretty much typical for his age. I am concerned about a young woman, who his mother tells me is adorable as a box of kittens, moving into this house where the two of them will be unsupervised most of the day. I feel like this has been sprung on his mother and me without telling us or asking our permission."
"I apologize, Mr. Load." Suzie realized that having to gain an ally could be more intimidating that defeating a foe. Especially when you had not done the proper preparation. She continued,
"My job initially was to assist the Possibles with their daughter Kimberly after she had a mission go, as you say, terribly south. Because of the actions of persons I do not wish to discuss now, she has fled to Japan and I hope that she finishes out her high school there with her friend, Ronald Stoppable."
"Yeah, Wade mentioned that Ronald's family was moving to Japan."
"Wade, as you know, is a critical part of Team Possible. My assignment was to remain in Middleton for the time being to assist and protect Wade because the rest of his team is at best fifteen to twenty hours away. As a long-term solution, we are forming a new team around Wade for protection and to assist him in his efforts. Katsumi was sent over as an initial new teammate because of her computer and database skills. Her combat skills are average at best."
"Average among what population?"
"The students within two years of her age at our school."
"Yamanouchi? The school that was founded by a warrior who carved a monastery from a mountain using only a sword that uses Mystical Monkey Power?"
"You know about Yamanouchi?"
"I taught Wade how to search student rolls at unknown schools."
"Ah, I see," Suzie didn't really see but wanted to press on and think about the apparent paradox later.
"Our school's headmaster wanted to send her to America to work with Wade as sort of a 'Year Abroad' experience as a student. Events have arrived that make Wade more important than we had anticipated, so Wade's team, which has the designation 'Team Indigo', is needed now."
"So, the three of you will take care of business?"
"No. The three other members of my team are on their way here. My team will provide security and coordination. I expect eight members of Team Orange to arrive in a day, two at the most. They are experts in computer hacking and skills in all manners of vehicles."
"How much danger is my family in, Miss Chin?"
Suzie smiled a lovely, bright smile, "With a dozen of the best Ninja that Yamanouchi has to offer hanging around, your biggest danger is slipping in the bath."
STD 2018-
A survey specialist named Warmonga slept as her tiny craft flew close to Jupiter's clouds as it scooped up hydrogen and helium for reaction mass. At the same time, it used the planet's massive gravity well to slingshot it into the correct direction as well as pick up speed. Rocketing toward a rendezvous with its mother ship, the specialist missed a truly spectacular sight of multicolored clouds and storms that were large enough to swallow some planets.
STD 2018-
General Falco nodded to his security men as he entered the Middleton Space Center's Secret Lab #3. Stopping at Dr. Possible's desk, he looked at the picture on his desk. A family picture, it showed his wife and four kids.
Scoffing he thought, 'Nesting and baby chicks are a waste of time when you have a nation to defend.' Walking over to the lab bench, he saw that its top was raised exposing the internal workings of the wormhole generator that was the basis for the FTL prototype's success. All the wires and tubing were neatly arranged into bundles. He approved of that. It was an indication of the orderly mind of Doctor Possible. At least until the virus drove his mind from mediocrity to genius then at last to destruction.
Dr. Laura Ladra worked at a workstation with dual monitors. Looking over her shoulders, he saw pages of text, no equations, no diagrams. Puzzled, he walked up behind her and started to read over her shoulder...
"Pushing the blonde down on the couch, he started kissing him passionately. The Blond returned that passion, pressing his lips hard enough against his lover to taste the metallic tang of Butthead's braces. Both could feel the steel hard rods of the other's desire. Beavis reached down..."
The General was nearly speechless, "Doctor Ladra! Explain yourself! What the tarnation are you doing?"
The doctor turned to look at him, tears of joy flowed down a face flushed with fever,
"General, I understand it all now, Beavis and Butthead weren't a symbol of degenerate youth, they were the symbol of misunderstood youth, desperate for love and belonging." Flipping through dozens of pages in the editor window, she stopped on one and continued, her excitement rising,
"See, here's the start. The boys are at a magic toy shop and start wrestling over a plush of Princess Evening Sprinkle arguing over whether her horn is a schlong or a schledium. The Spirit of Sprinkle pulls them into The Pony Zone where they are introduced to the Mystic Power of Friendship. There they learn true friendship and belonging. Finally, they admit their deep and abiding love for each other."
Wiping the tears from her face, she blurted out, "True love is just so beautiful." She turned back to look at the monitor.
"But what about the wormhole generator?" the general nearly grabbed her, but the fear of catching the virus made him back up instead.
"Oh, that. I have no clue how it works. I wasn't even able to figure out how Possible was powering it. I talked to him this morning, but he doesn't remember anything about that."
As General Falco strode from the room, reaching for his cell to call for the men in the bio-isolation suits to carry away this doctor, he felt a tiny pang of regret and sorrow that nobody had been there with stories like this when he was a young man torn with doubts and anguish of his true nature. Maybe he wouldn't have been so alone, forced to suppress his true nature. Stomping on that tiny pang of regret, the General wondered if Possible would remember if he was motivated more strongly...
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, along with Team Panther, Team Twelve, and Team Orange are all from Sentinel103 and his "Once Again" stories.
Mea Culpa There is roughly a 12-hour difference between Japan and the United States. That means that early morning in one spot is early evening in the other. So don't pay too much attention to the concept of simultaneity in this story.
Authors Note: Thanks to CajunBear73, Daccu65, and Sentinel103 for basically being beta readers, editors, and plot bunny wranglers.
Published Oct 15th, 2018
Words I didn't really need to know but learned anyway: Schlong, Schledium, Schlort