Having a little trouble finishing "The Logical Monkey", but this story is the reason why. I couldn't get this out of my head, so I just typed it all out. I apologize profusely for not responding to reviews posted on the first chapter. Too many other things occuring. I did respond to the reviews for chapter 2.
Again, thanks to all who sent a review: GargoyleSama, AtomicFire, Alphamech, romantic-cancer, Cylon One, mcdoh1902, and Parareru.
Disclaimer: (sigh) If I didn't know any better, I would think that I owned all the characters involved in this. After all, it is my story… But alas, I don't. Oh well…
Chapter 3
Flash of light… Water… Lungs filling… I…can't make it…Body slammed into rocks. Big rocks…
"Kim…!" Rosco awoke from the same dream he had been having for the last two days, but this time he called out a name he did not recognize.
"It's OK babe… you're fine" Shego said as she tried to calm Rosco down from his dream. "You were just dreaming."
Why did he just call out Kim's name though? She wondered. His bond with her must have been strong. But I'm stronger.
"Rosco? Honey?" Shego said as she lay a hand on his bare chest. "Let me chase your dreams away."
"No Shego." Rosco said as he gently lifted her hand from his chest. "I'm still… not ready. I know you said we are to be married, but I have a strong desire for holding out until then. Call me… Old Fashioned."
"It's alright. I won't push you." Yet.
"Who's Kim?" Rosco suddenly asked Shego point blank.
"Why do you want to know?"
"Well, I did call her name out just now. In my dream…"
"Would you like me to tell you the truth?" Shego interrupted.
"Is there any other way?" Rosco asked, his brown eyes seemed to bore into Shego's soul.
I could get lost in those Baby Brown eyes… Shego suddenly thought, and then shook her head to clear it. Now where did THAT come from?
"You probably called out her name because the two of you are always fighting."
"Fighting?" Rosco's brow knitted together.
"Yes. You see Rosco… You are our last defense. Kim Possible is against what we do. We only wish to make the world a better place, and she just can't see that. She is always attacking us, destroying what we have worked so hard to build."
"So we are… enemies?"
"Of the worst kind." Shego was really pouring in on thick now. "You have been the only one who could really fight her. Oh I have fought her a few times, but we always end up in a stalemate. But you… You can defeat her."
…x x x x…
"Kim? Can you see me?" Dr. Director asked as Kim lay in bed. It had been about 15 minutes since the operation had finished, and she had finally started to come out of the anesthesia.
"Yes… Yes I can. But I'm seeing… double." Dr Director looked over at the doctor, who reached over to Kim's left eye.
"Look to your right, please." Kim did so, and the doctor tapped her eye with a small object of some kind. "Is that better now?"
Kim looked back at Dr. Director. "Yes. Much better."
"How do you feel Kim?"
"I… feel… arms! And… legs!" Kim looked down at herself and saw that her arms were lying on top of the sheet. She could also see legs underneath as the sheet draped over them.
"Good. All sensors seem to be working. Let me go check on something… I will be right back" The doctor said, and walked out of the room.
"Can you sit up?"
Kim lifted her arms slowly, and looked at them with a sort of detachment. The palms of her hands turned downwards, and she pressed herself up to a sitting position.
"That felt… odd." Kim said with a little worry in her voice.
"That's expected. After all, your mind initially thought that your limbs were gone. One of the reasons we had to attach them to you quickly was so that we could trick your mind into thinking that they really weren't."
"Huh…?"
"Have you heard of ghosting?"
"You mean like feeling pain in a missing arm or leg?"
"Exactly. Right now your mind is attempting to re-wire itself. It needs to make sure that your arms and legs are real."
"They feel… kind of tingly." Kim said
"That's a good sign. A very good sign." The doctor said as he walked into the room hearing Kim's last words.
"Let's see if you can walk." Dr. Director said, reached out and offered her hands to Kim.
She shook her head, as Kim wanted to do this herself. It took a little bit, but she willed her legs to the side of the bed, and dropped them over the edge. With a slight push, she dropped to the floor.
"Whoa. Now that feels weird." She said as she stood up straight. "It's almost as if I feel… strong. Like I could… do most anything."
"Well, you are Kim Possible." Dr. Director said smiling. "Plus all the enhancements we did to the rest of your body would make you feel that way too."
"What do you mean?"
"Well… remember how I told you that one of those arms could lift 6 tons?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, imagine what 6 tons could do to regular bones… or to a joint made of just bone."
"They would be crushed." Kim said in a little more than a whisper.
"To prevent this, we had to strengthen your bones. Your… skeleton."
"And you did this… how?" Kim said as she turned her hands over, looking at them in wonder.
"Remember how I said the bionics are made of the medical grade Adamentium?" Kim nodded. "Well, we also injected some into your bones, and strengthened them considerably. They aren't quite as strong as pure Medtium, but pretty close. Kim… right now… you are basically indestructible."
"Badical…" Kim said thinking about Ron, and where he might be.
…x x x x…
"C'mon Rosco. I know you can do it." Shego said with enthusiasm. "I've seen you do it before. Clear your mind and just…"
Rosco cleared his mind and thought about a sword in his hand.
This is so weird. He thought. I had no idea I could summon a sword… Lotus Blade, Come to me… Now where did that come from? He then looked down at his right hand as he felt it gripping something.
"Whoa…" Rosco breathed, sounding like a character he had seen in a movie.
Ok… so I can summon a magical sword. He thought. But that doesn't mean I can…
Suddenly he saw a ball of green plasma coming at him from the right, and he raised the sword with incredible speed and blocked the blast!
"Yeah heh…ha! Coolio! I'm bad, you know it! You're sad, you show it!" Rosco began doing a little dance of celebration.
In the middle of his little celebration, Shego let loose a barrage of plasma blasts, and Rosco's eyes went wide. He quickly dropped to the ground and covered his head with his hands.
"We've got a lot of work to do." She mumbled to herself.
…x x x x…
"OK Kim…" Dr. Director sad as she walked into the room where Kim was working on using her new limbs. "I think we have a new identity figured out for you. What do you think of this?" She handed Kim a clipboard.
She had been working on front kicks when Dr. director walked into the room and handed her the information. Kim took the clipboard and flipped through the pages, scanning them. There were only three, so it didn't take long.
"My name is going to be… Quinn Probable? That sounds a little… odd."
"Hey, it was either that, or Ethyl Mertz." Betty Director said.
Kim winced at the second choice. "Quinn Probable will work just fine. I think I'll like the new look. But do we have to cut my hair? I would prefer to have it long."
"With it dyed black, and the eye color change… we'll see. We might be able to get away with just using a different style. Maybe we could put it up in a bun?"
"Uhh… No." Kim said quickly. "How about a single large braid down the back, and the rest of it pulled back away from my face?"
"That just might work." Betty said, thinking how Kim would look.
Kim summarized out loud. "OK then… so it's black hair pulled back into a single braid down my back, hazel eyes, and the name of Quinn Probable."
I can do this. I know I can. I just wish I could have seen my parents and Ron just one last time. Kim thought to herself as one of the trainers began hooking wires up to her arms and legs to check their efficiency.
…x x x x…
As Kim continued to work with her new bionic body and getting things ready to take down an obvious international cartel that was dealing with anti-matter weapons, her family was mourning the loss of a daughter, and sister.
"Dear friends, and family…" The priest said. "We mourn the loss of a great person. A great… soul. Kim Possible was definitely one of a kind. She gave of herself willingly to fight the good fight. To right the wrongs in the world. She was someone who definitely could do anything.
"It is with a sad heart that we lay her in the ground from whence we came. Into the bosom of the earth. We pray that her partner, Ronald Stoppable is found well, and un-harmed.
"The world will definitely not be the same without Kim Possible. But her Spirit will live on in all of us. We must learn from her life. Not from her death. If we all strive to be like her, then the world would definitely be a better place to live. Only then will everyone be able to do… the impossible.
"By the grace of the technology called television, this funeral is being broadcast over the entire globe. There are many different religions that are watching this, and I ask you all to pray in your own way. I will not presume to say that one religion is better than another, so let us just all remember what Kim was like, and mourn the loss of a truly great… human being."
xxx….xxx
Kim watched her own funeral on the small television in the work-out room. A tear fell down her cheek as she watched, feeling the love that seemed to emanate from everywhere. Maybe there was something to be said about the theory of Mass Consciousness, as her heart never felt so full as it did right then.
She wiped the tear away and looked at herself. There were thick wires attached to both arms and legs, and she had a headpiece that held a small screen in front of her left eye.
"How do you feel Kim?" Dr. Director asked when she noticed that Kim was silently crying. "Are you OK?"
"Yes, Betty. I'm… fine." Kim paused. "But as to how I feel?"
Kim raised her arms a bit, palms up. A flap of artificial skin was open on each limb, exposing the inner workings, and a 1-inch thick cable of wires was attached in the middle.
"Not quite human."
To be continued…
Hope y'all continue to like this. It's the first time I've tried a story like this, so I hope it reads well (the intrigue and stuff). Let me know with the R & R thing-a-ma-jig…