Birth, and Rebirth 00: My Eyes Adored You
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A/N Forward:
This began as a thought in both the heads of cpneb and kt (of jakt). A few phone calls, some emails, and the idea came brought forth into production.
This joint project between cpneb and jakt is the direct result of the request from a certain eleven year old; resistance was futile, indeed, as one simple question became the opening of the Birth, and Rebirth arc.
cpneb will present the main story line, while jakt will presents other major components of the story as it is told.
"Let the adventure begin."
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Chapter 2 – I never laid a hand on you
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A bright light…
Well, d'oi: it's the sun, you idiot!
There's smoke in the air; it's trying to mimic night, but it's not succeeding.
There are sirens in the distance, but they're moving away from me: Good, the last thing I need is a hose-down by the Middleton Fire Department!
The morning has come, after that horrible, terrifying night… I must have passed out sometime during the night.
Look at the mess! There are houses destroyed, trees down, cars smashed…and then, there's my guts, hanging out. Yuck!
How bad is it, P?
How does it feel?
Feels like I'm about 40 per cent down (no pun intended).
NOOO!
My pouch is gone!
My pouch buddy: gone.
I'll mourn her later, if there is a later…yes, P, there will be a later: positive attitude, guy. You are an adopted Possible, after all, and "Anything's 'Possible' for a Possible!"
Is my heart still ther?
Yeah, it's still there: I can feel it.
Good; that worried me. I didn't want to lose it; after all we've been through with Kim…that day she came home, and I thought my heart was going to break….
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Kim hugged me all that night as she cried
"Why did he have to be such a jerk, Pandaroo?
"Why couldn't Walter have just kissed me on the lips, with his dang mouth closed?
"I was soo embarrassed," and she shed a tear or two more, then she grew quiet.
"Ron…he protected me," she whispered.
"He didn't have to, but he did, anyway. And, he told me he would keep my secret, even from Daddy!
"He's so brave," she smiled, then laughed. "Of course, he hasn't gotten one of Daddy's 'black hole' speeches, either.
"Ron, boyfriend material?" she was silent for a moment. "Justine sure thinks so; she spends as much time as she can around him at recess, until the teacher runs her off to the rest of us girls.
"And, Ron doesn't even know," Kim tittered, and she laughed as she tossed me into the air and caught me, holding me tightly against her chest.
"He doesn't even know," she smiled, and I agreed with her as her cheek grew moist with her tears of loss.
'You don't know, either, do you, Kim?
'You don't have the slightest clue that either of us would give our lives for you.
'Seriously; that's how much he already loves you, Kim; as much as I love you.'
I wanted to reach up and touch her moist cheek, but a stuffed animal can't do that.
So, I just sat there as she cried for the love she thought she'd lost, and for the love she didn't even know she had.
My heart ached all night, even after she fell asleep, clutching me tightly.
Trust me, Ron: Sleeping and being held by Kimberly Ann Possible is not to be ever taken for granted.
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"Look at that house," the female voice shouted.
A familiar voice…but, no, it's not Kim.
"That's Kim's house!" Another familiar voice, but I couldn't remember whose: must be PTSD.
"Oh, my," the first voice sounded truly sad.
"Look: it's her Raggedy Ann doll, the one she had back in pre-K," the first voice spoke again, and she sounded like she was going to cry. She must be close, if she found Ann.
"Look!" the first voice yelled, and I felt gentle hands touch my legs. I couldn't see the person's face, but I felt a tear on my leg.
"Are you crying?" the first voice asked, and the person nodded.
"This is Kim's Pandaroo, Tara," she replied, and Tara choked back a sob. "She's up there, somewhere, Ron's gone after her, and he's down here, almost dead and all alone."
I heard a RIIIIIIIIIIIIP of cloth, and Tara yelled "What are you doing?"
"He's hurt, Tara," and I felt these wonderful hands lift me and place me on a soft piece of cloth. "He needs medical help, and I can't get him to a center anytime soon," and she gently moved my stuffing back from its spread-out area over my chest.
I'm not as cold, anymore. My heart feels covered, once again.
YEA!!!
I'd do the 'happy dance,' but Ron's not here to help.
Wow, her hands are so soft, so gentle: she must be a Cuddler.
"That was your new blouse," Tara said to the lady, and she laughed back at Tara!
"So? Kim's gonna need a whole new wardrobe: just look, Tara," and she gently pulled the cloth around me to hold my stuffing in, and she tied a tiny strip around me to hold the cloth to my body.
"There," she announced. "It's not perfect, Pandaroo, but it'll have to do until I can get you to a Cuddl-E.R. facility," and Tara laughed at her.
"You're a Cuddler, too?" Tara asked, and the person smiled.
I saw her face for the first time, and I couldn't believe it:
Bonnie Rockwaller was my Angel!
I saw her blouse, and she had ripped the arm off to wrap me. I knew it was soft, but it was silk!
Kim's and Ron's nemesis, from First Grade through most of high school, had literally ripped the clothes off her own body to protect me.
Why had she done what she did: ripping her blouse for me, especially after everything before? But, then, I remembered what happened last summer, what Kim told me after she came back from Montana….
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"Bonnie's changed, Pandaroo," Kim came in, almost dancing.
"She's going to try to go back to being herself, once again, not that person that she'd become: the Bonnie of Pre-K and K, not the 1st-grade Bonnie who was jealous of you!" She picked me up and spun me in the air, laughing as she did.
I love Kim's laugh: it makes my heart sing when she laughs like this.
"Rebecca Jane did or said something to her, up at the ranch: I don't know what she did, but Bonnie has been nice the rest of the time.
"She even kissed Ron Reger today," Kim laughed, "and I thought he was going to pass out in the hall!"
"This is sooo good, Pandaroo!" She tossed me into the air and caught me, then hugged me tight.
I like Kim's hugs…
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"Let's go, Tara," Bonnie announced as she knelt and carefully picked me up.
"I've got you, Pandaroo," she whispered, and she leaned over and kissed my forehead. "We'll take good care of you: you'll see."
"What are you going to do, Bonnie?"
Bonnie stopped, and she shook for a moment.
"I'm going to sneak him into my house and let him stay until I can figure out how to reach Wade: he'll know what to do" Bonnie replied as she began to take slow, careful steps, taking care not to jar me as she walked.
"Why do you have to sneak him in?"
"My parents don't like CuddleBuddies, and they would never get me one, even after I begged for several years. I have no idea what they have against these loveable guys, but that's the way they feel. I'll be safe, though: Dad will be busy with the Emergency, and Mom will be volunteering at the hospital. The SFH won't be around: they'll be out trying to score.
"SFH?"
"Sisters from Hades," and Tara laughed.
Her laugh was as beautiful as her, but Bonnie was my friend forever.
She had saved me from I-didn't-know-what.
"Do you think Kim and Ron will beat them?" Tara asked.
"I just hope Ron finds her, Tara," Bonnie replied.
"Me, too," Tara replied dreamily, and now I remembered who Tara was: she had that major crush on Ron before! Ron had told me about her one day while he was waiting for Kim to come up from helping her mom.
"I wonder if we'll ever graduate," Bonnie commented as she kept her careful pace.
"Oh, I think we've already graduated, Bonnie," Tara replied. "We just haven't had the formal ceremony: something about an 'Alien Attack Delay,'" and both Tara and Bonnie giggled.
"Here we are," I don't know how long we'd been walking, but Bonnie opened a door, and we went up some stairs and down a hall to her room.
"Pandaroo, I hate to do this, but I need to hide you from the SFH and the 'rents, OK?" She talked as she took two shoe boxes, ripped the ends out, and made me a bed, removing her blouse an placing it inside to pad the box.
'After spending the night on cold concrete, Bonnie, the shoe boxes, by themselves, will be heaven,' I wanted to tell her.
"There," She placed me in the boxes, then kissed my forehead. "I hope you're comfortable, and I hope you're ok being in the dark in the closet," she picked up the nested boxes and placed me in the back of her closet, surrounding me with cheer pom-poms piled to hide me.
"As soon as I find Wade or Kim, we'll get you to the Cuddl-E.R. facility, ok?" She closed the closet door, and I smiled inside.
'There's a star up there for you, Bonnie Rockwaller. Thank you, Bonnie, for everything,' and I relaxed for the first time in a long time, but then I felt Kim's scream.
NOOOOOO!
Kim's hanging upside-down, and she's barely conscious.
What have they done to her?
Why is Ron floating?
This doesn't look good, not good at all….
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Author's afterward:
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A quick note from the story's protagonist:
I, Pandaroo, have authorized the following:
cpneb, to tell my story, what happened to me during Kim's graduation;
jakt, to write some of my more memorable stories about Kim and me, through the years.
A couple of quick notes: Kim will never admit it to anyone, but she loves the Frankie Valli song, and I like it, as well, so you'll see it referenced by my two storytellers, cpneb and jakt.
I have been on many of Kim's adventures around Middleton, and I thought that you might find some of these tales of interest; they were to me, at least, when they occurred. So, to quote an old Cuddle Buddy friend: "Let the adventure begin."
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Next, on Birth, and Rebirth 00: My Eyes Adored You
She started to rise from the bench and he pulled her back down again. "Kim, you're not even trying. You said, you were going to cooperate and try to understand my art today."
"I'm sorry," she sighed. "I'll try, all right?"
The problem was, every time she looked at him, she kept thinking about trying to see him in a Speedo at the lake, and she would grin inside at the mental picture.. But she knew that such unguarded thoughts were only going to get her into trouble. So, first, she thought of her dad's response to her vision, the she gamely focused on the picture again.
It was swirls. Splashes of color. No matter how long or how intently she looked at it, it still looked like jumbled paints and nothing more.
"You're trying too hard."
She blew through her lips in exasperation. "First you tell me I'm not trying at all, and now you tell me I'm trying too hard. Now which is it?" She looked at the painting. "Would you mind telling me what it is you want of me, Josh?"
Then she felt two strong fingers at the base of her skull, squeezing together and massaging her. Josh's arm moved in a steady, circular motion.
She started to feel tension that she didn't even know she had ebb from her. She was glad that she couldn't see her face, because she had the distinct, detached feeling that she wore a rather goofy and satisfied expression at the moment.
Chapter 3: Till we grew into, the 'me and you…'
Thank you, to all of you, for supporting us on this new journey.
Thanks again for reading, and please review.
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All Rights Reserved. Kim Possible Characters © The Walt Disney Company, USA.
9/15/2007
Idea by K.T. and cpneb. Story by K.T, J.A. and cpneb.
Thanks to jakt for the beta. Their suggestions and thoughts are timely and appreciated, as always.