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Chapter 8

Dr. Director had gotten about 3 hours of sleep the night before, and as a result of that combined with already being up for the last hour, she was on her third cup of coffee.

A Glance at the clock on the wall elicited an un-flattering sound from her throat. "Ugh… 8 o'clock already."

The two Possible doctors were due to come in today at about 11:00 am and she hadn't even told Kim yet. She wasn't even sure how Kim would take it. The untimely death of Dr. Leonard had put them in a bind, and who else but Kim's parents would be a perfect replacement?

"Well, I guess we'll find out just how good an actor Kim is, and how good her disguise is". She mumbled to herself.

Betty, you've got to stop talking to yourself. She thought while continuing to update reports on her computer from yesterday. She still had Will Du's Daily Complaint list to go through.

"Good thing he doesn't know Kim is Quinn, or this list would be even longer.

…x x x x…

Ron blinked his eyes open, and for a brief moment he thought he was back in Drakken's lair lying with Shego. Black hair was draped over his arm and shoulder, and the deep breathing of Kim told him that she was still asleep.

Kim had come to his quarters not long after everyone had gone to bed last night, saying she couldn't sleep very well. As soon as both had lain down on the bed next to each other, both had fallen into a deep sleep, until now.

"Kim?" Ron whispered. "You awake yet?"

He spoke a little louder. "Kimmm… wakey wakey…" This time he nudged her a little.

"I do Ron. I do, I do, I do." Kim woke up saying her last 'I do'.

Realizing she was awake now and repeating part of a very nice dream, Kim's brain realized her current situation, and amended what she was apparently muttering. "I mean I am! I am! I'm awake now Ron."

"What were you just dreaming about Kim?" Ron asked, as he propped himself on an elbow looking into her half-lidded eyes. She still wasn't fully awake, and needed coffee. Badly.

Part of her seemed to wake up at his question. "Umm, nothing. I mean… I don't remember. I do… not remember."

"Yeah right." Ron decided to drop it for now, and changed the subject. "Would you like some breakfast? I noticed a small kitchen before I went to bed last night, and it looked like it was stocked with essentials. I should be able to whip up some pancakes and sausage."

"Mmmm… that sounds heavenly. You go start breakfast, and I'll get a shower. OK?"

"Whaaat… Can't I join you?" Ron asked, waggling his eyebrows.

"Ronald Stoppable, you are incorrigible."

"What? I encourage you? That sounds intriguing." He said, and started to nuzzle his face into her neck.

"No Ron… I said… Ohhh!" Ron had found the spot.

The two tussled around a bit, kissing and doing a little more than some heavy petting. They were just about ready to really show each other how much they had missed the other, and a knock sounded at the door. Instantly they stopped, as Kim was giggling, and lay there quiet. The knock sounded again, but this time a voice accompanied it.

"Kim? Are you in there with Ronald?" Silence. "Kim… I already stopped by your room. Your bed wasn't even slept in."

After some muffled voices, and the sound of a muffled yelp followed by a whispered cuss word by Ron, the door finally opened.

"Hey, Betty. H… how are you this morning?" Kim asked with uncharacteristic nervousness, wrapped in a robe.

"Kim, Kim, Kim. I should have placed restrictions on you two right away." Dr. Director said as she shook her head side to side. She was about to say something else when a loud clang was heard from the area of the kitchen.

Ron's voice echoed out. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean that." He then walked up behind Kim, also dressed in a robe, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you invite Dr. Director in, Kim? I'm sure she would like some breakfast too."

Kim shot him a glance that could have melted steel. Betty spoke. "Normally I would say that I don't want to impose, but I actually need to talk to both of you, and talking over breakfast would be perfect.

…x x x x…

"Anne? What do you think it is that Dr. Director needs us for? And why would they be willing to pay us a full year's salary up front?" James Possible asked his wife as they were getting ready to go to the meeting with Betty Director.

"Well, her email said that there was an individual that needed both of us for our expertise." Anne finished tucking her top into a skirt, and then paused for a bit. "I don't suppose…"

"What's that dear?" James said, but when he turned around from putting on his sport jacket, his wife was in her office rummaging through the mess on the top of her desk.

"Bingo!" Her voice echoed out from her office, and came out waving a magazine. "I thought I saw something interesting on the cover of this a while back." She slapped the magazine down on the dresser in front of her husband. He looked down, whistling in amazement.

On the cover of a monthly medical journal that Anne received in the mail was the picture of a Dr. Leonard holding up a prosthetic arm that looked almost exactly like the real thing, except one end had metal and wires sticking out of it. The headline read: THE MAN BEHIND THE METAL… LIMBS.

"I think we should take that with us, and see if we will be involved with this. It would be the opportunity of a life-time!" Anne said, and put on her half-jacket.

"Have I told you that you look gorgeous in that outfit, dear?" James said, as he wrapped his hands around his wife from behind.

"James…" She said, playfully slapping at his hands. "Not now. Besides, were going to be late as it is." She gently spread his arms apart, releasing herself from his grip. She then turned around and placed a long lingering kiss on his lips.

"Ohh Baby… hurt me…" James felt like the luckiest man on the planet at that moment.

The two walked out to the garage, and got in the Jaguar, all the while James kept messing with his wife. This was the friskiest the two had been since the death of their daughter, Kim. The twins were currently at school, and James and Anne were planning on getting back to the house before school was let out.

They backed out of the garage and onto the street, heading out of their sub-division. They didn't notice the big hulking man that was sitting in the all black, early model Blazer. It was the larger model before it shrunk to the mid-size.

…x x x x…

"Kim…?" Betty said as Ron placed a large stack of pancakes in front of each of the girls. "Have you told Ronald what… happened to you… after the explosion at the lair?"

"No." Kim said, dropping her head. "We… I mean I… haven't really had the time. Yet."

"Well then, this is going to be a lot of information to be absorbed. By both of you." Betty slapped a dollop of butter on her stack of pancakes, drizzled a little bit of maple syrup over them, and took a big bite. Her eye rolled up inside her head and she moaned. "Ohhh, Ronald… These are heavenly!"

"I'm glad you like them Doctor Director." Ron said, and sat himself down with a stack almost twice the size he had given Kim and Betty.

Dr. Director finally swallowed after savoring the flavors in her mouth, and said, "Ronald, please. Call me Betty. Kim does."

"What did you mean by information for both of us?" Kim asked after she had taken a bite, and had almost the same reaction to Ron's pancakes. She was glad that she had already taken her medicine, as the pancakes were taking care of the bad after-taste.

"Well Kim…" Betty took a swig of her orange juice, and set it down. "You remember Doctor Leonard?"

"The one who… worked on my…" She looked at her hands. The motion wasn't lost on Ron as he was stuffing his face and listening to the conversation going on in front of him.

"Yes. He… died in a car crash a few days ago." Kim's fork dropped onto her plate, her eyes wide with shock.

"Then who's going to…" She never finished the question, as her mind almost immediately gave her the answer. "No Betty. This… this isn't going to work. I… I can't. I can't lie… to my… parents!" Kim pushed herself away from the table and began pacing, mumbling to herself.

"Will someone please tell me what is going on?" Ron said after polishing off his entire stack of pancakes. Kim and Betty only had a couple bites of their own.

"Kim? I think we better tell him." Betty said as she began picking up the plates from the table, and Ron quickly helped. And we need to do this in a bout an hour and a half. She thought, but didn't mention yet they were coming so soon.

Kim sat down, and she started. "Ron… I'm not… what I used to be."

It took Kim and Betty about 45 minutes to explain everything to Ron, and make him understand. Some was a bit technical, but after some explanation, he finally understood what Kim had become. What she now was.

He sat there, quiet and stunned after the girls finished talking. He hesitantly reached out to Kim, wanting to take her hand. "I… I… I don't know what to… say." His hand finally landed on Kim's. "I so wish I had been there for you Kim. I can't imagine what you were going through. It is kinda cool, though. It's almost like you're… BioniKim."

Kim squeezed Ron's hand, and all three immediately noticed the flash of blue energy that engulfed his fingers where Kim was applying pressure.

"Ron?" Betty asked, still looking at their entwined hands, Ron's was glowing a light blue. "Is that…?"

"I'm guessing that's my MMP keeping Kim from hurting me. When Shego was training me as Roscoe, the same thing would happen when she would try to attack me from behind in an attempt to hone my senses. I guess it's… automatic."

"Amazing." Betty said, sitting back in her chair. "It's almost as if you two were somehow just destined to be perfect for each other. If that had been anyone else's hand, it would have been instantly crushed."

Dr. Director then leaned forward, closer to Kim. "So Kim? Are you ready for the information I have for you?"

"I… guess so." She said, taking a swig of her after-breakfast cup of coffee.

"Kim…" Betty continued. "Your parents will be here in about an hour."

…x x x x…

The drive to the address that Dr. Director had given the Possible's was about an hour long, and even then, it was only to a private gate. They pulled up, and James lowered his window after stopping by a post with a speaker built in to it.

A green light came on above the speaker, and a voice spoke. "James and Anne Possible?"

"Yes…" Both said at the same time.

"Please take the provided cards and spit on them. Place them into the slot separately, and a DNA scan will confirm who you are."

Taking the two cards that had slid out of a slot in the post, the two did as they were told. About 20 seconds later, the voice returned. "Identity confirmed. You may enter." The gate quickly swung open, and then slammed shut just after they pulled through, just barely missing the Jag's rear bumper.

"Heyy…!" James said, looking in his rearview mirror. He then continued on down the road that led to a complex that was located about 2 miles from the gate.

Again, they didn't notice the black Blazer that was parked in the shadows across from where they had been speaking into the post speaker.

…x x x x…

"What? An hour!" Kim exclaimed, and shot out of her chair, knocking it over. She had released Ron's hand, and was now clenching her fists in anger.

"I'm sorry Kimberly, but time is very short, and we needed to get them here right away."

"But… I'm not even close to being ready, and they're going to recognize Ron right away!" Kim was starting to get really nervous.

"Calm down, Kim." Betty said, laying hand on her arm. "Boy you do need to get that temperature regulator checked. I'll take care of Ronald, and you get ready. We'll meet you in Conference Room 4A in 45 to 50 minutes. OK?"

…x x x x…

James and Anne Possible actually made better time than they thought, and were a bit early. After arriving at the main complex, they were led to conference room with a door labeled 4A.

Just after getting comfortable with doughnuts and coffee, (OK, Mrs. Dr. P. had a bran muffin) the door opened and in walked three people. They immediately recognized Dr. Director, but she had two others with her. The girl they sort of recognized from Ron's funeral at the cemetery, but the young man she walked beside they had no idea.

He stood a little taller than the black haired girl with hazel eyes and he had long brown hair, almost to his shoulders. He had a dark complexion, and a neatly trimmed goatee mustache and beard. What caught their attention about him though, were his striking blue eyes. They almost literally glowed.

Doctor Betty Director started to introduce the two. "Anne Possible? James Possible?" The two rose as their names were spoken. "This is Quinn Probable, and Aaron Sequitur.

To be continued…

Yeah, yeah… I realize there isn't any action in this, sorry, but I felt the chap was necessary. Y'all like the new name for Ron?