Birth, and Rebirth 00: My Eyes Adored You
Disclaimer/Author's Notes: Kim Possible and all the characters of the show are owned by the Disney Company. The original lyrics to the songs referenced in this story and the music are the property of the respective authors, artists and labels. All other characters can be blamed on the author (he, however, is not responsible for all of their actions at all times, being barely responsible for himself most of the time).
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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."
Chapter 3: Till we grew into, the 'me and you…'
"The next major crush in my best friend's life was Josh Mankey. She was so infatuated with him that she almost busted her seams which, fortunately for her, she does not have. For almost two years they had an actual romance in which Josh received maximum adoration from Kim. Out of all her love interests, he was the main object of her 'calf love' affections at the tender ages of 15 and 16. While Ron was disapproving of their relationship, at first, he later grew to accept it, over time. Kim's infatuation with Josh died down just before the 'Middleton Days' celebration their sophomore year; this allowed Kim and Ron to slowly get together and become a couple.
"As I recall, Josh was a mellow and nonchalant young man, an excellent artist and even-better musician, and Kim would go on, and on, and on about him. And then, one fateful day…"
The Middleton museum of art was a tall, impressive building, and extremely ornate. Josh and Kim stood outside as he explained to her the history of the structure, the design work and theory that had gone into it. He spoke at length for some minutes.
Kim, for her part, was happy that Josh was once again his old self, and that the outfit he was wearing made him look like 'Adonis'. She was almost drooling but kept her composure. Much of what he said barely registered until, finally, he turned to her and said, "Why am I bothering?"
"What?"
"You don't seem at all interested in what I'm saying, Kim. I'm trying to explain to you why this building is, in and of itself, a work of art."
"And I've tried to explain to you, Josh, that I can only appreciate one 'work of art' at a time."
"And right now, you're still appreciating me."
"I guess so, yes," she grinned and managed to keep herself from blushing...barely.
Josh sighed, took her by the hand, and said, "come on." He pulled her toward the building and through the large columned doors.
Inside, there was music playing, loud and sonorous, and it sounded like organ music to Kim.
Indeed, it was coming from a large, multiple-piped organ in the middle of the rotunda. Seated in circles around the musician organist, various people from all walks of life, who were listening to the music, their eyes closed, their faces blissful. Kim looked around and tried to get a feeling for what was going on. The music sounded okay to her, but it was nothing particularly special. She couldn't understand why it seemed to be affecting the listeners so deeply.
She looked at Josh, and he too, appeared to be totally taken by it. His eyes were half-lidded, and he was swaying slightly to the tones. Kim whispered, "Are you all right?"
He opened his eyes and looked at her. His stare was almost incredulous, as if he couldn't believe that she was still capable of speech. "This is music for the soul, for your soul," he whispered. "Listen to it. Let it pervade you. What does it say to you?"
She listened. She let it pervade her.
"What's it supposed to say?" she asked.
With an irritated noise, he pulled at her and dragged her off down a large hallway. The air in the cavernous building was cool. Kim looked around, trying to find something that would be startling and revolutionary to her, something that would give her innermost thoughts a voice and fill her with understanding. Nothing in particular seemed to leap out at her, however.
Josh led her into a room and made a sweeping gesture.
Paintings hung on the walls. All of them appeared to be what Kim would term "abstract"…that is, they didn't seem to be pictures of anything in particular. In front of every single painting was a small bench, and in a number of instances, people were seated on the benches staring at the works.
"I come here once a week," whispered Josh. His voice, although it was as low as he could make it, still attracted glances from the occupants of the room. Silent communion was the norm here. People looked from him to Kim and then back to him, and their expressions changed from mild irritation to understanding tolerance…and even, in a couple of cases, a degree of pity, much to Kim's annoyance.
"Once a week? For Heaven's sake, why?" She whispered: Kim was entirely perplexed why Josh would do something like that.
He lead her over to one work in particular, which was concentric splashes of red, blue, green, white, black, and a couple of colors that Kim didn't recognize. Here, in one of the more far-off sections of the room, no one else was sitting nearby for the moment.
"Because, Kim," he said quietly, "it's one of the methods I use to stay in touch with myself and my art form." At her blank expression, he continued gamely, "In order to fully understand others and paint those understandings, you must learn to understand yourself. Only by being in touch with what motivates you can you then grasp what motivates others and then paint what you feel."
"I kind of studied this at the dojo. The topic was called abstracts of concealment."
"Concealing who?"
"Myself and others."
"Yes, well, you see…here, the only person you're not trying to conceal is yourself. Now, I want you to look at the painting and tell me what it says to you."
"This is supposed to talk to me, too? Can't anything in this museum keep its mouth shut?"
Her comment came out sounding a bit more sarcastic then she would have liked, but Josh appeared undeterred. "Kim: here, in this room, artists believe in full communion. Communion with each other and with our own unique art forms. Communion with this planet on which we live. But before any of that can occur, we must have communion with ourselves.
"What's that painting called?"
He stared at her in confusion. "What?"
"What's it called? What's the name of the painting? At least I'll have some clue to what the artist was trying to put across if I know what he or she called the darn thing."
"Kim, the 'darn thing' doesn't have a name. That would be presumptuous…it would be as if the artist were trying to impose his or her own worldview upon the viewer."
"Terrific. Look, maybe we can start with another painting? Something that looks like something."
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.
"Now," he said softly, "while you're relaxing…look at the painting and tell me what you see. Learn to look below the surface, beyond the superficial. What is there to learn from the painting…and what can we learn from ourselves?"
Her head swayed back and forth in gentle rocking motions. She stared at the painting for what seemed an eternity.
"I see…"
"Yes?"
She was silent for a moment and then said, "I see…paint swirls."
Josh stopped the rubbing.
"That's it?" he said with flat disgust.
"That's it, Josh. I'm sorry." She turned to him, not sure whether to be more irritated with herself or with him. "You wouldn't want me to lie to you…and I doubt I could, even if I wanted to. I see paint swirls. Big, goopy paint swirls."
"Goopy? This is your word? Goopy?"
"I don't have much taste for abstract art. When I look at something, I like it to look like something."
He paused, his hands carefully folded across his chest. "Tell me, Kimberly Ann: as you jet around, saving the world, you inevitably run into things that don't look like anything you've ever imagined that anything could look like. What do you do in those instances? Do you decide that in those cases something or someone is inferior somehow? Or that there's something wrong with them? How do you judge the sitch? By their degree of 'goopiness?'"
"In those instances, when encountering new sitches beyond my experience, I have the Kimmunicator's sensors, scans, translators and communications device; and, if that isn't enough, I have Wade Load who can access everything on the internet. I don't have to…"
"You don't have to depend on yourself."
"Now I didn't say that, Josh."
"No you didn't. But that's what it boils down to. And believe me Kim you're going to continue to find yourself in sitches where all the devices in the world aren't going to do you a bit of good. They can guide you, but at some time you're going to have to rely on something beyond that. As a matter of fact, I'll bet that there will come a time when you will have to act in a way that is contrary to what everything is telling you…that will be contrary to what people will tell you, for that matter. And you'll have to be fully conversant in why you think what you think, because otherwise you're going to find yourself heading down the wrong road."
"As if, Josh," Kim smirked back. "What's your opinion drawn on…your experiences in saving the world!"
"I don't have to be experienced in saving the world, Kim, in order to be aware of the importance of knowing your own mind."
"Really?" She took his hand and squeezed it firmly. "And what does your mind tell you about your feelings for me? Hmmm?"
He met her gaze levelly. "It tells me that perhaps we have to begin with something a bit more fundamental than this to pull us together before our relationship draws further apart." He stood.
"Come on. We're getting out of here, Kim."
"Where are we going, Josh?"
"Back to basics," and they left the museum.
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The tree towered over them, its trunk brown and gnarled. There were very few pine bristles on it, only a few cones remained, and its branches seemed to stretch up in several directions like it couldn't make up its mind. The trunk was so twisted that climbing up it was easy. Josh did so and gestured Kim to follow. She climbed, relieved that this was at least something that was mildly entertaining…particularly because she liked watching the play of Josh's muscles under his tee shirt.
He stopped at a point about ten feet above the ground. Large branches struck out in either direction. He sidled out onto one, and when Kim started to follow him, he shook his head and indicated that she should go in another direction. With a shrug, she did as instructed.
"Your problem, Kim, is that the demands of your body have too much sway on your mind," he said once they were perched on their opposite branches.
"What do you mean?"
"Your attraction to me, for example. Indeed, your attraction to most men, I would think. It's purely hormonal. It's being fueled entirely by your passions, which is biological, not intellectual. Trust me, I'm flattered, and I've looked at you several times in 'purely hormonal' ways," and Kim blushed. "But, you are more willing to turn your intellect over to the requirements of your biology."
"What about what I told you just after we started dating? About love at first sight being something you believe in? Where does biology figure into that?" Kim recalled that her involvement with Walter Nelson had reshaped some of her thoughts and feelings in that area…was there something else?
"It doesn't. Love at first sight is spiritual. You're too primal for that."
"You're saying"…she smirked slightly as she spoke…"that I'm incapable of falling in love with someone at first sight because I think with my glands and that automatically pushes out all higher emotions?"
"That's correct."
"Well, thanks a lot, Mr. Mankey," she snarked.
"It wasn't a compliment," he said primly. "Higher emotions are what separate us from the lower orders of life."
"Is that all?"
"Higher emotions, and table manners," he smiled, an Kim growled internally.
"Tell me, Josh, have you ever really felt a good physical attraction toward someone? Or is that just a theory to you?"
He actually laughed at that. "You really can't figure me out, can you, Kim. You think that all you have to do is smile at me, wink devilishly, overpower me with your charm and womanly wiles, and I will willingly succumb to your overwhelming charisma.
"Something like that."
"Kimberly Ann, welcome to the twenty-first century," Kim audibly groaned, and Josh laughed. "I don't know what goes on in your head…but I want more from a woman than for her to simply be a strong hero figure, and I don't want a wimp, either. I want a partner: someone who is going to stand beside me, work with me, and not give herself over to me in hot sweaty throes of passion at every whim she makes. Sometimes is good," he grinned, "but not all the time. I used to think like that, but I've grown and changed: I'm not like that, anymore."
"No, of course not." Kim was fuming at this point as she lit into Josh with a holy vengeance. "You're much too busy with your art and music and doing precisely what 'Mommy' tells you, and being precisely what she wants you to be, to let yourself be influenced by anyone as down-and-dirty as me."
His expression was not a particularly pleasant one. "Listen, do you want to do this or not?"
"Sure. Sure. You were going to show me how to separate the needs of my mind from the needs of my body."
"All right. It's very simple, really. I want you to get a solid grip on the branch, just like I'm doing." She followed his demonstration and he continued. "Then we're going to just drop off from the branch and hang on for as long as possible."
"This is a test of muscular strength…which seems kind of silly, since obviously I'm stronger with my gymnastics, cheerleading and Kung Fu fighting skills and discipline. So if this is some sort of competition…"
"The only one you're going to compete with, Kim is yourself. And furthermore, it has nothing to do with discipline or physical strength because muscles, and the body, invariably have limits, no matter how well trained they are. You reach a point that can't be surpassed. But the properly trained mind, on the other hand, has no limits. Ready? And…go."
Josh dropped down off the branch and hung there, his feet suspended more than a meter above the ground. Kim did the same.
She started at him, noticing that his toes were not pointed downward, but rather straight out. His eyes were fluttering closed as he said in a low, melodious tone, "Now…sooner or later, your fingers will want to release. Your instinct will be to fight this impulse. Do not fight it. Instead…simply ignore it. Banish it to the inner core of your being, and instead focus on something else."
"Like what?"
"Like anything. Anything that will take your mind away from your body…the shy, the clouds, birds in flight. The creation of a star. Anything to disassociate yourself from the demands of the physical. Now do what I'm doing…bring an image to mind, a focal image. Close your eyes. Breathe slowly and steadily, in through your nose, out through your mouth, like this," and he demonstrated. "Slowly, steadily, gradually…that's it."
Kim had closed her eyes, but now she turned and peered again through narrowed lids at Josh.
He seemed perfectly at ease. His chest was rising and falling so slowly that the motion was almost imperceptible.
Clear her mind. Think about something else other than the fact that her fingers were starting to ache a bit, and her upper arms were feeling a tad numb.
She thought about Josh.
She pictured him as she had first seen him in the hallway at Middleton High, happy and smiling at her.
Her mind shifted and he now stood at the lake, having just come out of the water, his body covered with thin rivulets of moisture. He shook his head in slow motion, water spraying out in all directions from his hair. Then he came toward her slowly, smiling, his arms outstretched toward her, his fingers gesturing for her to approach him…
His fingers waving…his arms outstretched…
She felt an ache growing beyond her ability to ignore it. She opened her eyes and looked up: she found that her fingers were covered with perspiration and were slipping, losing their gripe. She tried desperately to readjust, but now her fingers felt nerveless. She had no idea how long she had been hanging there, for she had lost track of time…but however long it was, it was enough for her to have lost all felling above the elbows.
With a low, muttered curse, she dropped from the branch and landed with a hard thud.
She sat there, dusting herself off, and looked up.
Josh was still hanging there. Serenely. Calmly. Looking as if he had all the time in the world. His eyes were still closed, his chest still rising and falling at the exact same pace as before…no. As a matter of fact, it was moving even slower.
She sat there and watched him, shaking her arms to try to restore circulation.
Josh hung there.
As blood began to return to Kim's upper arms, she felt a fierce pain, and winced as she touched the abraded skin on her palms. She looked back to her teacher.
Josh hung there.
And hung there.
She had no idea how long it was…ten, maybe fifteen minutes. Maybe longer. His body continued to display no ill effects whatsoever.
After what seemed an interminable length of time, Josh began to rock back and forth, slowly and gently. His eyes remained closed. He gained enough momentum to swing upward like a gymnast, wrapping his legs up and around the branch and bringing himself back to sitting.
"What are you doing down there?'
"What are you doing up there?" she countered. "Finally get tired?"
"No. I could have continued that way for quite some time. A shame that you couldn't. Maybe the weight of your muscles dragged you down," he smiled. "What an inconvenience, being so much stronger than me."
She stood, brushing herself off, and walked toward the base of the trunk. As she did do, Josh clambered upward, standing completely at ease.
"All right, you've proven your point" she said, trying to keep the disgust out of her voice. "You can climb down now."
Josh took a step toward the trunk so that he could get a grip and descend…and his foot slipped. His arms pinwheeling, and with a startled cry, Josh lost his balance and tumbled off.
Kim, still a short distance away, moved like lightening. Her arms outstretched, she skidded in and caught Josh before he hit. But she hadn't time to brace herself, and the weight of him carried her down. She dropped to her knees, the shock rattling her teeth, but she still held on to him.
Reflexively, his arms had gone around her neck. He tried to compose himself, automatically doing a breathing exercise to regain his equilibrium. Kim, meanwhile, shook her head briskly. Then she looked at him…and grinned ear to ear.
She got to her feet, still holding his arm. "You okay?"
"I'm fine. You can let go…"
Their faces had been mere inches from each other, and Kim now seized the initiative. She kissed him full on the lips.
They held like that for a long time, and she felt his body go limp. And then he just seemed to melt against her, and reflexively his hands squeezed her shoulder blades, as if afraid she might vanish, or the moment might end.
But, ultimately, it was he who ended it, breaking off with an audible popping sound. "Please let me go," he whispered, barely audible.
"But we were just getting…" she whined and grinned.
"Let me go. Now!"
She let go, and he fell to the ground.
She hadn't intended to do it. But the imperative was so startling and so overwhelming that it caught her completely unawares. He fell at her feet and, quickly scrambling up to his, backed away from her.
"I heard you," she said, "in my head. That must mean I'm getting better at this. Right?"
"You couldn't have heard me in your head."
"I know I…"
"You couldn't have!" he said with an infuriated stomp of his foot. "It's impossible."
She smiled and repeated her oft used saying, "Anything is possible for a Possible."
Josh turned away from her in an obvious attempt to compose himself. She made no movement toward him, stayed as far from him as she could.
He was in pain. Goodness, he was in pain over her.
At that moment, she cleared her mind because instinctively, she didn't want to think or even feel anything he might pick up on and cause him more distress. Just like that, she was suddenly thinking about nothing at all. And she felt totally relaxed.
"Josh…"
He said nothing. His hands were pressed against each other, palm to palm, and he had slowed his breathing down. When he did turn back to face her, all the confusion was gone. Instead he was lit with inner calm.
"Your problem, earlier," he said, sounding very cynical, "was that you were once again entertaining seductive thoughts about me, not that I haven't done the same about you," she smiled as he grinned for an instant, but it ran away. "All that you did was focus yourself on the needs of your body. You can't put yourself beyond those needs, if you use that as your focal point. You should watch out for that, Kim."
"Really." She took a step toward him. "Well, you know what I think, Mr. Mankey? I think your body and mind aren't quite as synchronized as you like to think. I think your body wanted to fall into my arms, contrary to what your mind might think of me. And so your ever-so-sure feet deliberately betrayed you."
"I subconsciously threw myself at you, is what you're saying?"
He laughed lightly.
"It's possible, yes."
Again he nervously laughed. "No, Kim. It's not possible. For your information, a piece of bark broke off, and that's what caused me to slip, that's all. If you look around on the ground, I'm sure you'll find where it fell. Now, if you'll excuse me…"
He turned and walked off. She called after him, "When is our next lesson?" But he didn't respond.
Kim spent the next twenty minutes searching every inch of the ground, trying to find the stray piece of bark.
She never found it.
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For the next two hours, Kim spent her time typing into her computer journal. I could feel her frustration with every keystroke and finally she burst into tears, came over and picked me up, lay on her bed and held me close to her chest. I still remember the beating of her heart between her sobs and her words as she told her tale.
She told me that she remembered almost all of the times, more than once, when she'd come back from missions so exhausted that she'd fallen asleep on Josh, in his lap, in his car on the way to restaurants or movies for their dates.. He started carrying a pillow in his car for her, wanting her head to be comfortable when she fell asleep from exhaustion. She thought that she remembered crying in her sleep, and she was sure that he stroked her hair to make her feel better.
She said that she was always embarrassed when she would wake up, but he always told her that it was, using her own words, 'No Big.' He would kiss her nose as he let her out in front of her house, then he would do it again as he said goodbye at the door.
Then she suddenly stopped talking, and Kim picked up her phone and punched Josh on speed-dial.
"Hello, Josh? It's Kim. Listen, can you meet me at MoonNickel's this afternoon, 'round 3:30?
Silence, then "OK, see you in a few, and she hung up the phone. "I guess it's over Pandaroo. Josh and I have really grown apart and it looks like it's time to move on and go our separate ways."
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Josh had her coffee already waiting for her at the table, just the way she liked it: two creams, and two sugar substitutes. He rose as she approached the table and pulled her chair out for her, then sat after she did. She noticed that he had changed into her favorite silk shirt, the one she wanted to wear, one night, with him, alone, under the stars…then she mentally shook her head.
"Josh," Kim started as they sat at the table at the back, "I guess we aren't going to be going together," and he nodded. "I thought I knew what I wanted, but I guess I was wrong, and you showed me that, this afternoon. I'm not sure what I want, but you and I aren't it," she smiled sadly.
"Kim," Josh said as he leaned forward, "I'm sorry about this afternoon. You're a very special and beautiful young woman," Kim smiled as she blushed, "and you deserve what you want for yourself."
"Kim," Josh said as he sat straight and stoically, "you know who you want, but you just won't admit it to yourself."
"Oh, really, Mr. Mankey?" She'd crossed her arms over her chest and made a face. "And who would that be, hmmm?" She picked up her coffee and took a drink.
"It's Ron, of course," and she shot her coffee across the table onto his new silk shirt.
"RON?" she shouted, and the manager had shushed her. She'd given him a look, and he went back to making coffee drinks.
"Yes, Ron," Josh wiped at the coffee with napkins from his tray.
"You've been with Ron more than you were with me while we were dating."
"We were on missions, Josh!"
"You've slept with Ron, and you certainly haven't slept with me, Kim," he smirked.
"It was in the back of a CargoMaster, Josh, and we were sitting upright with 20 Marines around us!" she countered.
"Kim, he went to the Amazon for you on our first date to keep you from disappearing: I could never compete with that," and Kim had a tear escape.
"It's all right, Kim: I understand if you don't want to date me anymore; just be true to yourself, that's all I ask," and he leaned across the table and kissed her cheek.
"I love you, Kimberly Ann Possible; I'll always love you, you know that. At least, now, I know just where I rank, that's all.
"If I was dumb, I'd wish I'd never met you, but that would be foolish; you have been one of the best things in my life. You've energized my paintings, and you've encouraged me to continue my music," and he stood and held out his hand, and she took his hand and rose to her feet.
"May I have one final kiss, Kim?" He asked, and she nodded and came around the table.
They kissed goodbye, and her lips remained closed, no matter how many times Josh's tongue knocked. They separated, and then Josh turned and left without saying another word.
She stood there, touching her lips for about a minute, then sat down in a chair and cried for about two or three minutes, then stood and ran out of the store for home and me.
"It's definitely over, Pandaroo: I broke up with Josh," she hugged me and cried even harder than she had after Walter.
'I could feel her pain and I remembered his. It was like the pain he felt on two separate occasions not so long ago. How did he endure it? I cannot say, but he stayed by her side no matter what happened in her love life.
'I vividly recalled the Friday afternoon she left Ron locked in the janitor's closet during the school dance and her first date with Josh Mankey. Ron didn't get out until an hour after the dance when the janitor finally let him out. For six hours it was just himself in a storage closet, alone. Poor guy didn't even have Rufus to talk to.
'Then there was the time that Rufus, Wade and he had tracked down the rare Amazonian Aurora orchid so that its pollen would restore her before she disappeared completely. Who did she walk off with that night – Josh Mankey. And the date night was 'perfect;' her words, not Ron's.
'Ron had waited for her to return to the park, but instead she had gone straight to her room and written down the evenings 'perfect' events in her computer diary. Meanwhile, he was left alone with Rufus. He was kneeling in the rain, with tears in his eyes, after helping his best friend from a dire dilemma, and she was nowhere to be found.
'Those times hurt and hurt him badly. I knew them all far too well, for he confided with me from time to time when he was waiting for Kim to come home from cheer practice or a community service project.
'I always enjoy listening to Ron. He has such a unique perspective on life. Ron was a delightfully unique person; I just wished that Kim would listen to him more. But, I digress…
'I knew it was true that, whenever some hottie came along that would improve or help Kim maintain her social status, she went after those guys without a second thought for Ron because she told me she did. After all, he was just a friend. and not very high on the food chain. But he was always there watching her back, never complaining much, just supporting her as she roughhoused with some goon or super villain. He didn't mind being the distraction. He only wanted to make sure Kim was safe and happy.
'Kim why can't you see that Ron is so right for you? I hope you wake up before it's too late. I love you, and I only want the best for you: always know that.'
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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
Nana examined the makeshift bandage and smiled.
"Bonnie, you did a wonderful job on this. Have you been medically trained?"
"No, I haven't," Bonnie admitted.
"Well, my dear, let's see what we have underneath these bandages…oh, my, dear, this is a bad one," Nana had removed the last of my bandage, and she could see my guts.
"It's one of the worst I've ever seen," and Bonnie burst into tears.
"Can you save him?" she called out, and I wanted to know the answer to that question, myself.
"Of course, dear Bonnie," and I breathed a sigh of relief, "they don't call me 'Needles' Possible for nothing in the E.R.," she grinned, and I wanted to shout for joy!
'Nana was 'Needles'? Every CuddleBuddy alive knew about Needles and her magical skills: she was a legend in her short time in the Team.
I had Needles on my case?
'This might not be so bad, after all,' I thought with a grin, but that grin was tempered by Kim's absence.
'Kim, where are you?' I called to her, but she didn't answer.
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Next, on Birth, and Rebirth 00: My Eyes Adored You
Chapter 4: So close, so close, and yet so far…
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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 cpneb for the beta. Their suggestions and thoughts are timely and appreciated, as always.