STD 2018- (Cave in forest outside Yamanouchi)
"How does this work, Ronald, what can I do to help?" Anne asked. She had not felt this clueless about anything related to the healing arts in decades. She was constantly learning new techniques and seeking out new ideas to help her patients, but for years, everything new she learned had been built on the base of her previous knowledge. She knew, of course, that treating family members was a bad idea in general for any physician, but it wasn't in her nature to just be a spectator. At the very least she could be a cheerleader, maybe.
"I'm not sure Mrs. Dr. P. With KP, it's easy and natural, it just works. Maybe it was that time that we spent in each other's…", Ron started to say before getting a frantic wave off from Anne standing behind James.
"Well, you know, people have always claimed that we were attached at the hip as kids," the young man extemporized, catching on that somehow, either James didn't know the pair had swapped bodies, or Anne didn't want to remind him about it.
One corner of the huge room was set up as an entertainment area, with several couches, small tables, and comfy chairs.
"How about you sit on that couch and have Mr. Dr. P lean against you, so you can put an arm around him. I think the physical connection with someone who loves him will help."
Anne walked to the couch, slipping off her shoes and arranged herself lengthwise near the end of the couch so her husband could sit between her legs and recline back against her. Ron dragged over a comfy chair and sat cross-legged in it.
"Mr. P, this will sort of be like you're an antenna and Mrs. Dr. P is the ground plane." The blond mystical student tried to explain in a way the senior engineer would understand. Not that he had a clue about antennas, but thought the words seemed familiar from somewhere… Maybe "Zombie Mayhem: ARRL Special Centennial Edition"? "?
"Actually, Ronald, in a real antenna, the ground plane is created using physical antenna elements mounted to be 90 degrees out of phase…"
"Mr. P, you look warm and comfortable snuggled in your wife's arms, so enjoy the moment and relax."
"But I was just pointing out that the typical diagram showing the ground plane as a disk with a monopole…" he started to engineer-splain.
His wife bent down and kissed the top of his head, "Honey, be quiet and do what the man says," she interrupted.
"Yes, dear."
Anne wiggled a bit to get more comfortable. This couch was designed for serious snuggling, she thought. Looking around she saw Ron was now covered by a soft but perceptible blue glow, Gene had pulled up another chair to sit by his son, and Dr. Tōgai was in another chair holding a small video camera.
She started to panic as a blue haze spread over her vision and the room seemed to move. Feeling a weight on her shoulder, she looked and saw a little blue ghostly kitten. She saw its mouth move and heard the same deep, inhuman voice speak as they heard before, but this time it spoke quietly to only her.
"Relax, Physician. Ronald will be reconnecting memory areas in your mate's brain. Someone needs to be with your mate as his memory areas are reconnected. That is, someone needs to make sure that your mate doesn't panic and start to fight the process."
"Wouldn't Ronald be better at that? I've no experience in working on brains from the inside. And…Shouldn't you be a monkey?"
"Monkeys tend to bite and throw poop, kittens are cuddlier and more relaxing. Ronald needs to start by anchoring the memory connection thread to a recent memory before hunting back to older ones. He is not ready to observe people he respects as parents being intimate with each other."
"Intimate?" Then the physician remembered a very recent encounter she had with her husband at the Japanese inn. Blushing a little, she replied, "Oh, well, the kid's surely seen better on the Internet…"
Her senses swam as the room faded from view. She heard a deep, inhuman chuckle, "Perhaps we will have to, as the saying goes, agree to disagree…" She opened her eyes to find herself seated in a movie theater, facing the screen. The seat had an iced drink in a cupholder and she had a bag of popcorn in her lap. Several rows in front of her, sitting cross-legged on a cushion facing her with his back to the screen was Ron. He held the end of a long cord and had a basket of small paper lanterns in front of him.
"Mrs. Dr. P, if you want sound, use the headphones next to you. If Mr. Dr. P starts to panic because the memory upsets him, stand up and you can step into the memory and calm him down. If you need to stop, then simply say "Artichoke Hearts".
"OK…"
'Artichoke hearts? Was that a safe word?' Anne wondered exactly what the blond boy and her Kimmy had been up to. Putting on the headphones, she saw the blond pick up a paper lantern from the basket and string it on the cord. The screen lit up and she saw herself at the table in the inn, sipping tea and talking on a video comms app on a tablet. The scene changed, and the theater disappeared. Looking up, as she found herself laying down, she watched herself move much closer and heard,
"Morning dear, how are you feeling? Want coffee before or after?"
She was experiencing her husband's memory through his eyes! She watched herself sit upright and untie her belt, allowing her robe to fall open. She felt a strong reaction in a rapidly expanding body part that she didn't have. Damn! Was that really what she looked like? She didn't look that sexy! 'Must be his emotions affecting this memory,' she decided. The woman on the screen reached down to caress that part of her dream body that she didn't really have, sweeping her away in a joyous maelstrom of love, lust, and pleasure.
STD 2018- (Lowardian Fleet, the edge of the Solar System)
The Captain of captains nodded in greeting as Warhok and Warmonga walked into the conference and sat down behind the other captains. They were a few minutes late and from the faint lip prints that he saw on Warhok's cosmetic tribal markings, he suspected he knew why. 'Warmonga is going to be the death of him if he doesn't pay closer attention to what's going on,' he thought to himself. Standing, he addressed the room:
"We are going to commence with a smash and grab of the planet as soon as we get 'The Great Blue' up to the fleet." Pulling up a projection of the local galactic star map, he continued, waving a hand over a section of neighboring stars, "Imperial forces have been reported snooping around in this area. While we have some time, we should not get into any extended operations in case they show up sooner than we expect and we have to run for it. The wormhole generator and surrogate designs will make us a decent profit if we leave now."
Their leader grinned, "But I think we can spend some time looting to increase our profit margins."
Changing the display to that of a blue planet, he pointed to a large land mass, "Intelligence reports that this is the home of the Great Blue and his female. The lab where the wormhole generator was developed is also here. This is where I propose we focus our looting."
Waving his hand, the planet rotated to show the other side, "We will destroy these islands as a demonstration of our might and to help convince the locals that we are not to be disobeyed. The islands are on the other side of the planet from the Great Blue's home, so that should minimize the blowback when he finds out. At the same time, we can threaten to do the same to his home if he fails to cooperate."
"I will leave immediately to retrieve the Great Blue," Warmonga spoke from the back of the room.
"I will start the bombardment ships moving into the correct trajectory. What level of destruction is desired, Captain?" an old captain asked as he stood up.
Warmonga dragged her mate out of the room as the Captain of captains and the Captain in charge of bombardment discussed reimbursement for the cost of the required iridium and tungsten carbide slugs
"Come, my love, let's leave before they think up something for you to do. The trip planetside is long and cold and I don't want you even thinking about using a surrogate because we are separated for no good reason."
STD 2018- (Cave in the forest outside Yamanouchi)
"Artichoke Hearts!" The theater disappeared, and she was back in the cave, a worried looking Ron hurrying over to her.
"Mrs. Dr. P! Are you OK? What's the matter?"
"Ronald, I need a short break, please and thank you. I love holding James, but he is pressing down on my bladder…" Startled, her voice trailed off because the Ron standing next to her was translucent, a second, more solid Ron was still sitting in the Lotus position hovering a couple of inches over the chair cushion. A chill ran down her body as James was lifted off her and the moving air cooled her body where her hot husband had made her a little sweaty. (For multiple meanings of the word 'hot')
"I'll hurry, Ronald," she said, sliding out onto the floor and standing up. As she walked to find the bathroom and someplace to get a drink of water, she thought about details from her recent trip through her husband's memories. Ronald wasn't finding them in any specific order. That made sense as the way the brain stores memories isn't well understood. Most memories were, well, boring. At least to her. For example, the ones where he spent literally hours poring over equations and pages of computer source code. Fortunately, it appeared that for many memories, Ronald just had to 'sample' it before putting it on his cord. Some were strange, like that whacked out dream about Kimmy. Others were stunning. His creation of Erica started out disturbing, but as he progressed on its creation, she noticed that James practically worshiped her as he based the synthodrone on her appearance. The huge number of pictures of her that he had on his work computer was staggering and she couldn't remember him taking that many. His attention to detail when he was finishing Erica's body was both humbling and a little embarrassing. There was no longer any doubt in her mind that he saw her, his wife, as the most beautiful and desirable woman in existence.
She had only once stood up to join a memory, that was the time she had seen on recorded video, the time where he declared that he was a 'bad mad scientist' and eventually collapsed. Except now, it was her that held him not Erica. This time she held him, sobbing with sorrow, regret, and failure while his body was wracked by fever as she told him that he was a good man, a good scientist, a good husband whose wife loved him very much. She didn't lie to him, while at times she thought he was clueless, maybe even an idiot, especially when it came to his Kimmie-Cub, he was a good man at heart. And she loved him.
Walking back into the main room, James and Tōgai-sensei were gone and Gene held a glass of something to his son.
"Ronald, where's James? What's happening?"
"It turns out that I only had to anchor the other end of the connection to be done. Sensei T is helping Mr. P get oriented, they are walking around a little. He believes that the two of you should spend a couple of days at the inn to let his mind solidify the connections and heal up completely. A couple of Team Panther Ninjas are standing by to escort the two of you."
"But you and Kimmy need to prepare to go back with that alien woman, there is surgery that needs to be done…"
"No time. We have the MMP to keep us functional until we can get back. Please, take Mr. P and heal for a couple of days. Then go back to Middleton. We will try to meet you there."
Anne looked at the blond's serious face. He was correct, they all needed to get out of Japan if the MMP Avatar was correct. For both everyone's safety and to let her use her own surgical team, not the misogynist idiots at Tokyo General. Still, another couple of days here should be safe enough, she was afraid that James would be snatched up by the government as soon as they landed in the U.S.
"Anne?" James's voice was hoarse, but his eyes were clear as he took long strides across the room to her, "I love you." He looked around after embracing his wife, "Ronald? I need to apologize… Where has that boy gone?"
"He's gone off to check on Kimberly," said Mr. Stoppable
STD 2018- (Yamanouchi)
"Why the tears, young one?" The glowing blue spider monkey crouching on her stomach should have hurt her overly stretched muscles, but the pressure was soothing. The dark-haired young woman was resting on her bed in the dormitory as the sun set behind the trees. She lay there dressed only in a Mad Dogs jersey, the process she had just undergone left her body overheated, it would be a little longer before she shed enough excess heat to need a blanket. Kamiko had been quietly checking on her periodically.
"I don't want to die," Raven replied simply as she figured that when you are talking to a mystical being it was best to be short and to the point.
"When I was explaining what you needed to do to fulfill your part of the prophecy and its dangers, you told me something like "Not a problem, I am already dead."
"Well, yes, the girl I used to be died the day I killed Drakken and Shego. But the current me does have a few things she wants to do before the end. Ron is a good man, he deserves to live, but he's trapped in the same prophecy. And…to be honest, I'm afraid."
"You don't have to die…"
"No? Being the 'Mother of Shiva, the Destroyer of Worlds' doesn't sound like a recipe for a long and happy life any more than being the 'Great Blue, Defender of Oppressed Peoples'."
"Neither does 'Team Possible, Saviors of Earth', but somehow, I think that sounds better, don't you?"
The dark-haired girl barked a bitter laugh, "Sounds better on our memorial, you mean."
"That's the spirit!" exclaimed the monkey.
"What?!"
"In order for you to have a memorial, this world and some of the people who love you must survive. Sounds like you still have hope." The monkey put its hands on her shoulders and gave her a serious look.
"Prophecies warn of peril and give people hope but are hard on those who carry them out. Magic swords, mystical powers, and changeling babies are usually only given to heroes who have no chance without them and quite frankly, little chance with them. You don't need a magic sword to get a kitten out of a tree."
"I'm not a hero, I killed Shego and Drakken. Ron's the hero, he saved the world while I skipped out to go to a stupid party."
"Young one, neither of your stories are finished yet."
There was a knock at the door and her brother poked his head in as the monkey faded from view.
"Sis? You awake?" he spoke softly.
"Hey, Jim, where's your other half?"
"Tim's flirting with a Ninja named Luki. It was too painful to watch so we came to give you this." Her brother walked over to her bed followed by Erica.
Erica handed his sister an obsidian rod about three fingers wide and maybe eight inches long. It had gold squares about the size of a fingertip randomly scattered on its surface. A rubber handlebar grip covered nearly half of its length.
"What is it?"
"The Pan-Dimensional Vortex Inducer." Jim explained then seeing the look of skepticism she gave him, he quickly continued, "Seriously, what you guys were always recovering was the container that held this. It was filled with liquid nitrogen and provided an electrical interface to a few of these interface squares. We added the rubber grip to cover the most dangerous ones, that we know about."
"Dangerous ones?"
"Uh, yeah. Shuffle your feet on the carpet, touch the right two squares and 'Whoops, there goes an area the size of Nevada. As far as we can tell, the PDVI is indestructible. It will be laying at the bottom of the crater."
"And I want to carry this, why?"
Jim reached out and gently touched her baby bump, "It's not for you, it's for little Shiva, just give it to her, she'll know what to do. Take it with you, it will appear to a security scan as a harmless wooden stick. Unless they scan it with an electron or neutrino particle beam."
"OK, note to self, put in checked luggage, not carry on. How did you get it?"
Erica spoke up, "I took it from James's prototype faster-than-light wormhole system. When he collapsed, I collected copies of all his computer files and pulled this out of his generator. The objective was to make sure that he could keep working on it when he got better. A small blue primate told me to give to you."
"You didn't find a monkey talking to you, strange?" Raven examined the object, careful not to touch the gold squares.
"James was talking to people who weren't there before he collapsed, we had a briefing from a possessed naked mole rat, you are lying there with a syntho-child in your uterus, and there are small paw prints on your shirt that look like a primate was recently standing there. My sense of what is strange appears to be poorly calibrated," the synthetic woman explained.
There was a thud as Ron stepped into the room and promptly fell over.
"I'm OK!" the blond struggled to his feet using a staff for support. At least his pants were still in place. Thankful for small favors, he made his way over to the bed where Raven was resting,
"Tim, Erica, I want a moment alone with KP, please."
STD 2018- (Middleton)
"General Falco?" The General was walking out of a meeting called to discuss "The Alien Situation". A meeting where he found himself pushed to the side by the President and his advisers once they learned that he was not in possession of Dr. Possible's FTL/wormhole technology. In fact, the meeting had been taken over, to his great disgust, by Diplomats and Sociology/Philosophy Eggheads. The man speaking to him wore a green beret and the rank insignia of a French Rear Admiral.
"I am Admiral Louis de Mellivora. Could we go have a cup of coffee and a quiet talk?"
The General looked more closely at the man's insignia, the badge on his beret had a sailing ship with a sword and the words Commandos Marine. The Special Operations Forces of the French Navy. He dimly recalled delivering some of those people somewhere for a mission.
"Certainly Admiral, I know an out of the way coffee shop around the corner. You are a long way from home, no?"
"True, I am on a recruiting trip of sorts, we have a scholarship that I want to award. The two young people I came to interview are not here, but these visitors of yours cause some of us, concern."
"Some of us?" the two men walked out the door of the building and into the sunshine of the early afternoon.
"Yes, I have been in touch with battalion commanders from several United States Seal and Ranger Units. We are all distressed that the proper preparations are not being made…"
STD 2018- (Yamanouchi)
"KP, you were supposed to talk to other people like your mom before you did anything drastic!" Ron quietly growled as soon as the door to her room shut. He didn't say 'other people like your mom and me', but she still heard it.
"Ronald, it's Raven and I only did what I had to do!" was her equally quiet, heated reply, "It's not like I volunteered for this damned prophecy stuff!"
The blond ran his fingers through his hair, she saw him bite back the first few angry responses and finally say, "May I touch it?"
Surprised that he wasn't starting a fight much less continuing to chew her out, she lifted up her butt, pulling her Mad Dog jersey up to expose her stomach.
His hand hovered over her baby bump. His lower arm ignited with a soft chuff sound. He gently lowered a hand covered in soft blue flames onto her hot skin, sending waves of cool pain relief spreading from his touch like ripples on a calm pond.
"Thanks, that feels great… Baby, what's wrong?" she looked at her boyfriend's increasingly distraught face.
"This isn't right. Somewhere along the line, everything went upside down. I am supposed to watch your back and make sure you come home unhurt, not lead you into deadly danger. This," he gently caressed her bump, "should be a sign of hope and joy, not a harbinger of death and destruction. You should have stayed in Middleton. You know that there is no place that could hold you if you didn't want to stay and you have friends who would have busted you out if there were any problems."
"Does that include you?"
"I would have come back in a heartbeat to help you." Was that a tear her young man wiped from his eye?
"Well, that's why I'm here. The original dream that I had with Hana… I told you goodbye at the airport and watched you leave for Japan and never saw you again. You left Rufus with me, we ended up working with Special Ops in the future. He was the one who could disable the defenses of a lair and shut everything down. I was just his handler, the person who could get him to where he needed to be. I was the sidekick, which, to be honest, I found more than a little ironic. The sad part was that you were killed defending Japan. You died alone and left me alone. When I woke up, I swore that I would follow you to help you defend these people or die at your side trying."
"I… I don't know what to say."
She held up hands shaking with palsy. "Say that for tonight, you'll leave off with the MMP and we'll be just Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable, two life-long best friends who are falling in love. In the morning, we have to prepare and that means charging up and staying charged to the end. Face it, when we're charged, we're barely even friends, so let me have one night as normal as we can manage, OK?"
"Let me power us up enough to get ready for bed? I'll pull my bed over to push it against yours."
Kamiko found him helping Raven out of bed to go brush her teeth, her abdominal muscles were painful even with enough MMP to help her hands stop shaking. The P.A fussed over them both and helped Ron fix the two beds into one bed.
Finally tucked in and alone, they lay with Raven in Ron's arms (Ron was the 'big spoon'). Ron's hand tended to wander, her baby bump was irresistible to him. The problem was that it hurt for him to press there without the MMP.
Without thinking she put her hands on his and moved them down. No, that still hurts, although his hands became motionless. "Oops," she thought, "I shouldn't push him to steal third." Reflexively, she pulled his hands up above the bump where it didn't hurt, but her boyfriend's large hands found something new, firm yet squeezable to focus on. (A/N web search for xkcd #540)
"Kind of getting mixed signals here, Raven," the blond teased.
"Ronnie, is it OK if we don't do 'it' tonight? I'm still in a lot of pain down there."
"It?" 'Damn it,' he thought, 'did I miss a signal?'
"I meant sex, it's not like you could get me pregnant right now."
"Sex?" Ron tried to sound cool, but the tiny squeak in his voice betrayed him.
"You know," she thought out loud, "If I had it to do over again, I'd make sure that we were dating by our sophomore year. Then by the Junior Prom, we'd either be a couple, or we'd have split up and just be best friends and mission partners. And I'd make sure that we never, ever did a mission alone."
"What if you got sick?"
"We'll have to get another partner or two. And just maybe it might be you down with the flu."
"Nah, I have the Stoppable Fortress of Fortitude, I don't get sick."
Raven giggled. Actually, did Goths giggle? 'Probably was a shadow of the old Kim giggling,' she thought, 'At any rate, for this moment, everything is as it should be even if things go to heck in the morning,'
The pair fell asleep talking about the "do-over Team Possible". That is, not what they should change in the future, but what they would change if they could start over. The end of the foreseeable future looked close, grim, and final. But it wasn't all grim, first, they spent some time playing around first and second base.
STD 2018- (Middleton)
The large black sedan pulled up in a driveway and parked. Derrick pulled out his cellphone and checked Boggle Maps. This address was listed as the home of Kimberly Possible.
His door opened and a black-clad man motioned him out.
"Why are we at the home of Kimberly Possible?" he asked trying to feel like he had some control. Knowledge was power and he wanted to show that he knew things.
"The Possibles are out of the country at present. We are house-sitting and making use of the extra power and the extreme Internet bandwidth available in her brothers' bedrooms."
A Japanese woman stepped off the porch nodding to the black-clad man and greeted Derrick,
"Duhei-san, our paths meet again. Come inside the house and let us see if we can have a more productive meeting than our last."
"Ms. Chin. I wish to apologize for my earlier behavior. My superiors were most displeased by my actions. I was arrogant and acted stupidly. I will try my best to do better." Right now, Derrick drew no comfort from the Glock G26 Subcompact sitting in his shoulder holster. Not when he remembered confronting her and the surgeon. Later that night, lying in bed, he realized that he had been lucky to walk away alive.
"We shall see Duhei-san, right now we wish to see if your forces are worth adding to the defense of this land. Please, step inside, we do not want the neighbors to complain about disreputable people congregating on the premises."
Derrick followed the woman into the house trying to decide whether he had been insulted.
"Did General Falco tell you why he was looking for Dr. James Possible?"
"No, he did not."
"We have some surveillance videos that we wish to show you. Have you ever considered that life on other planets might not be friendly…"
STD 2018- (Rocky area used for MMP practice at Yamanouchi)
Raven slipped her pistol back in her holster as she backflipped out of reach of a staff strike by her remaining foe. Three of Team Panther sat on the grass, bright green paint splotches on their heads marking them as 'Out of the match'. Head-sized rocks randomly orbited the dark-haired girl, many decorated with bright blue splotches and streaks as they had gotten in the way of pistol shots, thrown knives, or spinning shuriken. It was two against six and Team Panther had decided that quickly overwhelming the girl would let them more easily take out the Monkey Master. They were wrong. Ron held his two at bay while his orbiting rocks protected his teammate while her connection to the MMP let her time her shots to go between rocks. She even managed to strike home with at least a half-dozen spinning kicks while her rock 'armor' protected her against counterstrikes.
Her last foe held his staff in a guard position and grinned at her.
"Time for lunch, Monkey-Boy, let's finish this!" she cheerily called out as she pulled out a very short looking nightstick, rubber handlebar grip, black with gold spots scattered over it. As the rocks dropped to the ground, the dark girl and the Ninja charged each other, the Ninja wanted to shout with glee as his opponent leaped up in the air intending her knee to strike him in the chin. Committed and airborne, she couldn't change direction! He started to step to the side, when a rock rolled against his ankle, tripping him. Looking up to see a downward strike that would have crushed his skull in a real fight, she pulled the strike and he only felt the lightest tap of her stick on his temple.
"I am dead!" he groaned to the jeering and applause of the other three of his teammates sitting in the grass.
"Well done Raven!" cheered Warhok sitting with Warmonga on a boulder off to the side.
"Too flashy, I saw neither power nor toughness. A true warrior doesn't need a projectile weapon," sneered Warmonga, "Let's see how the Great Blue fares."
Ron's opponents were the largest fighters in Team Panther, easily three inches taller and twenty pounds heavier, none of that extra weight was fat, but hard muscle.
The sapphire enshrouded Monkey Master grounded himself to improve his movement ability, He gave his opponents a short salute by placing his fist in his palm and the battle was on. The three fighters all decided to go weaponless, to be honest, that meant they fought without implements because their entire bodies were weapons. For some reason, Ron limited himself by keeping himself firmly connected to the ground. This made his blocks, punches, and kicks stronger, but at the cost of dodging and maneuvering.
His two opponents didn't take polite turns attacking as seen in movies, they attacked simultaneously. Ron focused on the attacker coming from his left, blocking that attack and delivering a solar plexus strike that left the Ninja laying on the ground, gasping for breath. The one on the right connected with a spinning kick delivered along with two punches, striking Ron in the thigh, ribs, but only a glancing hit to the face.
The Monkey Master grunted with pain and spun in place, catching his opponent before he could recover with a kick to the knee, sending him to the ground then followed with a dropping elbow strike to the throat. The strike was pulled short, this was an exhibition match, not a fight to the death.
And just like that, the battle was over.
"Impressive…" said Warhok, unsettled at the gleam in his battlemate's eyes.
"Magnificent! Did you see how he discarded all trickery and beat the two larger warriors with brute force?" She had expected him to use a style that was called Monkey Kung Fu on this planet. A style that showcased speed, agility, and fluid attacks, not just raw power and strength. Warmonga knew that whatever else the planet provided, this human was the grand prize.
The two aliens walked over to the MMP-powered pair who were talking to their Master Sensei, probably getting feedback on their performance.
"So, what do ya think? We good enough to play in your reindeer games?" asked the male.
"Reindeer games?" wondered Warhok.
"You were magnificent," gushed Warmonga, looking at Ron with admiration, "both in your own fighting and helping your mate with her opponents. We invite you to join our cause." Turning to Raven she said, "Not that your fighting skills were totally inadequate, but your time would be better spent bearing children for your mate."
The tall green woman's eyes narrowed as she examined the annoyed girl closely. There was a small bump visible on her abdomen. Her knowledge of human anatomy was pretty much non-existent. That the girl carrying her mate's child made a lot of sense when one reflected on her part of the fight and how effectively her mate guarded her against physical blows to her midsection.
"But you should come with us anyway. We do not want the Great Blue to suffer from mate-hunger."
Next time on STD 2018 Feels:
"You did WHAT to your sister?"
CREDITS
All characters are the property of the Disney Company. This is a work of fan fiction.
If it's a Ninja then it's a safe bet that it was directly copied from or inspired by 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 Dec 7, 2018