Chapter 3: Dear Diary A Kim Possible Fan Fic by the Pharaoh Rutin Tutin
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In the story "After Action", several friends, relatives, and acquaintances of Team Possible take a more active roll in the rescue / crime-fighting / save-the-world business while Ron recovers from serious injuries. And when the original members of Team Possible are back in fighting shape, the new members stand along side them. Together they create a force for justice and peace rarely seen outside cartoons.
These are the stories of that recovery, as well as the basic, average girls and guys of Middleton and what inspires them to save the world.
You can't stop them 'cause they're TEAM POSSIBLE, INC.
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Excerpted from the online Journal of Ronald Stoppable, Esq.
I can't believe it's been two weeks since I had the chance to update this silly thing.
So has anything interesting been happening is your life in the meantime?
Uh-huh. Really. You don't say.
Oh, you wanted to know what's been happening in my life.
Um, yeah. Interesting story there.
Looking back at my last entry, I was talking about a mission KP and I took up in Canada to stop Motor Ed. He decided to imitate his cousin, Dr. Draken, by attempting to conquer the Great White North with a weather machine. One that had been souped up and tricked out to the max, of course. That thing had mud flaps with girls, and it didn't even have WHEELS!
I didn't mention it at the time, but looking back, that was the first time KP and I managed to beat Motor Ed without help from Felix Renton.
The other thing I wrote about was a little talk I had with Mr. Dr. P. regarding the future of my relationship with KP.
Unfortunately, all those plans were thrown out the window the next day.
I had the house to myself that night, so KP dropped in for a study date to work down Mr. Barkin's summer reading list. We just finished Kipling's "Barrack-Room Ballads" and started on T.E. Lawrence when the call came in.
DETAILS OF OPERATION: MIDAS DELETED BY ORDER OF GLOBAL JUSTICE
When I finally woke up a few days later, the first thing I saw was Kim's tear-filled eyes.
My God, she is so beautiful. If I could never eat another Naco or watch one more minute of television, I would still be the luckiest man on earth if I could see her face next to me as I woke up each morning.
I found out later that I woke up on her birthday. I made her miss her party. I forgot to send her a card. And the present I wanted to give her is still sitting in Mr. Dr. P.'s pocket. Way to go, Rondo. Just hand the lady of your life more ammunition to use against you down the road.
For the next two weeks, I was stuck in the hospital. But I saw just about everyone.
I must have looked pretty bad those first few days after waking up. I'll never forget the look of horror I saw in Tara's eyes when she visited me. Rufus tried to release the tubes, wires, and restraints that covered me. The little guy thought I was in another one of Draken's traps.
Ned managed to sneak in a few items from the Bueno Nacho for me. I didn't realize how bad my condition was until I had trouble keeping down a few nachos. Good thing Rufus was there to dispose of the evidence.
Big Mike and Ron Regar both dropped in early in the second week. As they were leaving, Mr. Barkin stopped by. I don't know who gave Mr. B. the funny look, but all three of us ended up with extra homework.
And Mrs. Dr. P., please bless that woman. She made sure the nurses and staff actually treated me like a human being that would survive.
Mom took the whole thing as well as could be expected. It used to be that when I came home from a mission hurt, mom would blame Kim. But she hasn't since the Prom. I was sure my mom would rip several vital organs out of Kim following this incident, but it seems to have brought them closer that ever. How many times do I have to say it? "I DON'T UNDERSTAND GIRLS!"
Dad was really moved by all of this. I saw him look at me in the ICU bed, and then look at mom and her eight-month belly, and he had a revelation. He's been to see his doctor and has appointments with half a dozen specialists over the next month. I think he's more determined than ever to be there for his wife and kids.
When I first woke up, I heard them talking about how I could spend the next six months in the hospital and rehab. Now I'm not the biggest fan of school, but I didn't want to miss my seni… My final year of high school with KP.
Over those two weeks, I heard whispered words from the staff around me. Words like "amazing", "impossible", "and "miracle". I figured that they weren't commenting on my bon-diggity good looks, so it had to be the way I was recovering.
They were ready to discharge just twelve days after I woke up. Unfortunately, my own home was sadly ill equipped to accommodate someone in a wheelchair. If you don't believe me, ask Felix why I always met him at his place.
My dad and Mr. Dr. P. brainstormed on the problem, and I think my dad came up with the solution. Until I can get around on my own with a cane, I'm staying with the Possible's.
Of course, after my discharge, they didn't take me straight home. We all went up to Lake Middleton Park to celebrate. Kim even invited the cheer squad to attend. In SWIMSUITS if you can believe it. I think my dad now understands the real reason why I wanted to join the cheerleaders as the mascot in the first place.
This morning, I woke up in the Possible's guestroom, and began the rehab routine at seven a.m. I think we'll be starting at six tomorrow. First, Felix and Wade (Kim insisted that he get in shape and she's very persuasive) dropped in and we used the home gym equipment for our various physical therapy exercises while we spotted for each other. At the same time, we kept a close eye on Kim, her mother, Monique, and Tara as they went through stretching exercises and an aerobic workout. Meanwhile, Mr. Dr. P. and the twins jogged laps around the neighborhood. Then we all got together for Team Possible training. Mrs. Dr. P. insisted that the first few lessons be First Aid. Then it was calisthenics, weights, and more stretching. After that, we relaxed in the Possible's large whirlpool tub on the back deck. I helped Mr. Dr. P. install it earlier in the summer. To help with his arthritis, he claimed. Of course, no one knew about his arthritis until he bought the pool. I kind of suspect that how his wife looks in a swimsuit helped to make the sale.
According to my dad, mom could deliver any day now. Kim and her mother have assured me that I WILL be there when the next Stoppable steps into the world. I think Kim is regarding this as a mission. I feel sorry for anyone who gets in her way.
And I just got a message from Yamanouchi. Yori and Hirotaka will be spending the entire academic year as exchange students at Middleton. With Kim and I out of action for a little while, I think Sensei just wants to make sure that someone is in the area who can handle our unusual type of trouble. I hope Kim gets along with her better this time.
WOW! This is my longest journal entry, EVER! But I did have two, rather interesting, weeks to cover.
Until the next time,
This is Ron Stoppable saying, "this is Ron Stoppable saying good night".
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Author's Note
Yes, it's official. I have incorporated my first Fan Fic post, "A Quiet Conversation", into the Team Possible Inc. story arc.
The last chapter I posted was a little disjointed. Thanks for pointing that out to me, Alex. So I decided to write this entire chapter from a single character's point of view. Then it hit me. While in the hospital, Ron couldn't update his online journal. So his becomes the single voice to describe the first two weeks of his recovery.
Now, you may be wondering about the GJ censorship. That is just a little deus ex machina on my part. Honestly, I just don't have anything more to say about Operation Midas from Ron's point of view as of today. The second to the last chapter of my story, "After Action", says enough about that for the time being.
Good night, and have a pleasant tomorrow.