Authors note:Things aren't looking good for ole mother Earth; Wavern and Wendaria are on the horizon ready to pummel our existence from history's scrap book. What has been happening with our heroes since the destruction of the space bay, well I'll tell you…
CH.5: Decision to decide all
Ron Stoppable sat on the couch of his parent's, his hands were in his face and his normally combed blonde hair was licked up. His eyes were sunken in from a night of restless thoughts. Kim, his girlfriend and his life, had gotten her family to agree and sleep over at Monique's, his look alone at the council meeting must've sent her unsure signs of their relationship. Ron had waited for a phone call, anything to clear up her doubts. So far nothing, Rufus was at the breakfast table, no doubt keeping a eye on his baby sister, and his father was getting ready for work. "C'mon KP, call me, I'm here…been here…was here, had to use the restroom, but you get my drift."
"Ron dear, come and have something to eat," his mom said, concern was lighted in her brown eyes. Her Ronald had been suffering since his win, and she couldn't blame him, choosing between a College he had just been accepted into, or stay and maintain that which he loved second to his girlfriend Kim, the Bueno Nacho. Sighing she looked over at her adopted daughter Hanna, whom was wolfing down her pancakes.
"How can I eat when the future of my relationship is at the balance? I mean I've wanted to go to college, join KP and leave Middleton, but my heart has always been on the Bueno Nacho, and after that incident with Warmonga and Warhok, the Bueno Nacho needs me. Oh mom, why couldn't they have attacked another establishment?" Ron leaned back in his seat and could detect the faint aroma of pancakes buttered and drowned in syrup, oh and was that bacon he detected?
"Ronald, the balance of the world will move under your favorable will," his father said as he wiped his mouth with his napkin, his steady eyes hidden behind his spectacle like glasses. "When you have made that decision, I am sure Kim will respect that, for what else is a relationship but love and understanding."
"You're right dad," Ron said as he sat up and looked over at the pictures of graduation, he and Kim looked so happy in them. Love was about commitment, and after all those times he was there for Kim, he knew she'd bet here for him as well. Though, if he chose to stay and work on Bueno Nacho, and Kim did in fact move out of town, how would he survive? True it took them 12 years to kiss, and a few jealous sitches here and there, but emotionally? "Any room at the table for me?"
"Sure there is, and there is plenty of food to go around." Mr. Stoppable rose from his seat and kissed Hanna Stoppable on the head. "You be good for mommy now, and Ron, don't let this get to you son. We all have times where doubt where our future may take us, the important thing is to hold onto your beliefs." Kissing his wife on the lips he hurried out the door.
"Hold onto my beliefs," Ron said as he stacked pancakes on his plate, "yeah, that can't be hard. I love Kim, she loves me, our future is undecided, and yeah there maybe an issue of places we'll be, but hey…we love each other…" Ron droned on and hadn't noticed his pancakes were drowning in syrup till Rufus tugged at his pants. Looking down at his pancakes he sighed. "I can't even keep my pancakes level headed…"
"Ron…eat your pancakes and go see Kim," his mom said, her easy understanding of withdrawal, having suffered it herself while his father was away seen in her gentle eyes. She knew her son wasn't the smartest kid on the block, but he had stuck it through with his best friend, and now since they were in a relationship, they needed each other that much more. Smiling over at Hanna she felt content she had her, she didn't know if a woman of her age and stress should undertake another birth.
"Yes mom," Ron said with a grin and began to stuff them in his mouth. Rufus was right back on track with his and with his naked mole rat teeth he had his done faster, and his pleading for seconds got him a stare. When it came to food, he and Rufus were practically on the same level. It was sort of what attracted him to Rufus, him having a Bueno Nacho Grande sized and seeing the little guy's eyes light up, made him all the more curious if he could handle one.
"There you go," his mom said encouragingly, "all you need is a full stomach, and all the stress leaves you. Kim will be glad to see you, why don't you take her to a movie? I hear they have a new action movie out, probably will do both of you good to let loose, forget about the problems the real world has. When your father was stressing over his job, I took him to a nice romance movie, pretty soon numbers weren't his concern-."
"Ok mom…heading out the door now," Ron said as he eased his plate forward, his brown eyes slightly wide at what he thought his mom was implying. Hearing his mom talk of that just made him want to run for the hills and with Rufus quickly jumping into his pockets he was out the door. Standing on the doormat he looked up at the blue sky. It had only seemed a few days ago since he and Kim had flown into its big blueness, lips locked in a embrace that carried them into tomorrows future. "Well Rufus, let us go pay Kim a visit."
"Uh huh," Rufus said. He liked seeing Kim just as much as Ron, she treated him nice and was one of the few who understood his specie. Seeing the blue scooter he remembered during prom how he had started up the fuel alignment in back to get them away from the not so tiny Diablo. This day he wondered why it ran so slow, but wouldn't bring it up now. His best bud Ron was already having too many issues on his plate to worry about.
"I can't wait to see her," Ron said as he started it up, "it seems so long ago since we last saw each other at the council meeting. Politics is dirty, so don't expect a Stoppable to be running anytime soon, no siree. I mean they threaten to remove its wholesome goodness from our community, after it had brought me so many great years, you know that would be bad don't you? Think of the economy…think of my sanity…maybe if there were no Bueno Nacho…I could move out of Middleton with Kim."
Rufus felt the engine purr and at a slow speed minimal to that of a dog on a leash they were off. What Ron said made sense, the Council had wanted to be rid of the place, paving way for better economical savers. Barkin's last minute appearance helped win the case, but to keep the Bueno Nacho, Ron himself would have to oversee much of its production. For a naked mole rat he had a lot of knowledge, but most of the time he didn't want to overshadow his good friend and companion. Riding down the street he sat comfortably in the pocket, each bump sent him flying up and he would catch sight of cars, people, and cats.
"It is just, well Rufus, in all honesty…I don't want to leave Middleton. This place has been my home since pre-k, I just got a baby sister, oh and Barkin would be upset if I left now. What am I going to do, if I stay…I could lose KP forever…though if I leave…we could have a McDonald's here next time I come home from college." Stopping at the red light he gripped the handlebars and let his brown eyes go forlorn for a bit. Once it turned green he sped along, lost in his thoughts, scared that it would be much more then aliens that would tear him and Kim apart. "I love her Rufus…never loved any girl so much as her. What do you think I should do?"
Rufus poked his head out and could tell his friend was telling all, and in this time what more could a naked mole rat do but take notes. He felt like telling him to stay by Kim's side, go to college with her, but a part of him was longing to see the Bueno Nacho under way, brought back to life in its cheesy richness. Shrugging his tiny shoulders Ron had a weak smile, one he wished he could take away.
"You're right buddy," Ron said, "this is for me to choose on my own. Kim would want the best for me in the end, and asking her beyond that would only hurt us even more. Wow is that Monique's house?" Ron stopped his bike near the driveway and noticed a blue family car parked there, not to mention a hotter car in lime green.
"Wow," Rufus whistled and climbed up Ron's arm so he could get a better image, seeing how he was very small. Kim's second best friend had most of her fashion sense, and it helped to have a girl to talk to. Most of the cheerleaders hardly talked to Kim on a social level, most being Bonnie followers before Kim appeared.
"Now is a good as time as ever Rufus," Ron said breathing through his nose, his blonde hair flat on his head from being hidden by his helmet. "We can talk this out, get our opinions settled, ok…time to step it up." Ron swung his leg over the vehicle and preceded up to the fancy oak door, its doorbell sounded like a church choir. It took a moment for the door to open, so he rocked back and forth on his heels.
"Hello, may I help…oh hello Ronald," Ann Possible stood in the doorway, her light color eyes shining at the familiar sight of her daughter's boyfriend. Ron and Kim had been inseparable after pre-k, it took some getting used to Rufus, but he was a part of the inner circle now. "Would you like to come inside?"
"Oh…uh…sure," Ron smiled nervously as she stepped inside, so far so good. Letting his brown eyes take in the pictures on the wall he noticed the graduation photo with everyone in it. Everyone was so happy in them, upon closer inspection he noticed Wade in a photo. "Look Rufus it is Wade…you know, techno guy who hardly appears anywhere, wow." Rufus rubbed his tiny beaded black eyes and picked his jaw up.
"Kim your boyfriend is here," both Jim and Tim said as they raced through the room chasing after a flying object. Both had been kept busy since their father had bought them new fuselage for their rockets. They didn't mean to cause so much panic in Monique's life, but she seemed unperturbed, much like their sister. "Ron you going to stay?"
"We'll see…ah…Jim," Ron answered uncertainly, his hand going to the back of his neck. The two were growing out their brown hair and their clothing seemed to be growing to the point of stretching. "So Mrs. Possible, where is Mr. Possible?"
"Oh he is dealing with last minute arrangements for the construction crew to build our house again. By tomorrow we should be back at the homestead, not that I don't mind staying here a few days with Kim's good friend, I just long to be in my own kitchen, that and maybe see my own closet." Ann crossed her arms and noticed Ron looking at the photos again. "You know, Kim hasn't stopped talking about you."
"Really, cause I haven't got a call from her, not that I haven't been waiting by my phone or anything," Ron laughed and walked further into the house. Monique's father worked close with the military, hence why he was home a quarter of the time. Her mother managed the house and a clothing design business. "You wouldn't by chance know what she has said…have you?"
"Ronald, far be it for me to spy on my teenage daughter," she said with a light chuckle, her hands folded in front of her, "but even if I did, you know it would be parent and daughter confidentiality. She'll be down in a minute; she and Monique are talking upstairs. In the mean time, help yourself to some brownies; they were baked a few minutes ago."
"Thanks Mrs. P, I'll do just that." Ron swung his arms about his side as he strolled into the kitchen. It was pretty empty and with the brownies set neatly in a basket he picked one up and chose a smaller one to offer to his bud. "You know, I wonder what they are talking about up there," Ron pondered aloud, his mouth filled with the chocolatey goodness.
"Do you want to know?" Jim appeared in the threshold, a burnt rocket held by the nose. Tim appeared not too far behind, his clothing was burnt and a mischievous smirk was appearing on his face.
"How much is it going to cost? Not that I'm locked out of Kim's life now, and happen to have no idea if she is going to break up with me." Ron always feared the worst, especially with Monkeys, nothing ever turned out that good.
"We're having a special," Tim eyed the brownies and noticed Rufus head first into his second already. Tim knew Ron was hurting, and truth be told, out of Kim's supposed love interests, Ron was much easier to get along with. "Give us the rest of the brownies…and tickets to the steel toe match next month, and that's it."
"Do you know hard I had to work to get those? Smarty Mart has been very lenient on my mistakes, not like a certain mall, oh and being locked in a storage container with Mr. Barkin, hello so not fun." Ron crossed his arms and Rufus looked up, his prominent teeth sticky.
"Suit yourself," Jim set his rocket down and conferred with his brother, his back to Ron the whole time. "We know you're just dieing to know what Kim is talking about, and we've fixed some faulty glitches over the time we've spied. If you fear the worst, what have you to lose?"
"He has a point Rufus," Ron looked down at his friend and got a glare. "Oh c'mon Rufus, it isn't so much spying, it is a matter of impending interest on my part. I can't live without her, and I know you've been itching to see another wrestling match, but someday when you fall in love little buddy, then you'll understand." Ron took out the tickets slowly and like most dramas that deal with love, it was over in a split second.
"Hoo-sha," Tim gave his brother 5 and the two danced around the room. Ron watched them for a bit, trying to figure about if morally this was the best way to approach his problems. Once the two stopped they cleared their throats and brought out a tiny black object. "We give you the Kimannoying 2, equipped with silencer wheels and gravity balance, it is the perfect device to slip through cracks of doors or be concealed on any clothing."
"Best keep it away from anyone who gets upset stomachs however," Jim advised, "this is only our second attempt, there was a prototype, though Kim destroyed that one. Then there was one, the first one, but dad ate it. This time we are ready for anything."
"Whoa time out…Mr. Possible…my Kim's dad ate your device? When did this happen?" Ron was worried Kim would somehow eat this thing and have to be rushed to the hospital, then she would find out what he did…then he'd be dead. Oh this was so not good, giving the twins a hard stare they looked down at their shoes.
"It happened during your and Kim's second year in high school. We didn't mean for it to happen," they both said, "dad was fixing breakfast, we forgot we left it on the spoon, and he…swallowed it." Rufus pulled his head up long enough to hear that, and what with it being black he immediately held his throat. "Don't worry Rufus; we don't make the same mistake twice."
"Well, at least he is ok. Alright…start the engine on this bad boy and let us see what my lady love is up to." Ron watched the device fly from Jim's hand and soar up the staircase. Once that was underway Tim brought out a lab top equipped with all this technological stuff he couldn't decipher with a dictionary. "So how soon should we know?"
"Well…I am typing in the targets now; the gravitational field should be kicking in as well." The device clunked up onto the ceiling and slipping into the air vent it crawled till it found its targets. Lowering itself down a tiny dot appeared on its black shiny surface and footage was displayed. "We have contact."
"Let me see," Ron scooted his chair over and noticed Kim seated on the edge of a bed, her purple shirt over a pair of loose fitting pants. Her long red hair was over her shoulders and her hands were in her lap. Monique was seated in a chair across from her; Kim's second best friend seemed to have a furrowed brow. "I can't hear…"
"It takes a second…here it is," Tim typed in a few codes and pretty soon they were catching every word-
"…I just don't know Monique," Kim said quietly, "Ron looked pretty confused after the council was over. I mean I'm happy he got to keep the Bueno Nacho, or whatever is left of it, but why did he have to get the acceptance letter then? Are the fates trying to get back at me for my failure with boys?"
Monique shook her head sadly and spun in her chair, her brown curly hair flying about her face. "Girl you are so over reactin here. First of all, the fates keep to themselves, no reason to pick on someone who saves the world now. As for that letter, a bit spooky if you ask me, no correct that, weird…what college accepted him again?" Kim glared at her and she raised a hand up. "You know I'm kiddin'."
"I know," Kim had a deflated smile and her shoulders sagged, "I just don't know what he is thinking anymore. After the council meeting I figured it'd be best if we stayed here at your place, which by the way thanks, it'd give him sometime to think."
"How much time does a guy need to think about this? I mean there are only two choices, stick with what your stomach wants, or what your heart longs for, there are no third roads here. What will you do?" Monique was concerned for her friend, not that she didn't enjoy her here, it was just…it'd be better under different circumstances. Kim is lucky to have Ron, she thought, I've struck out too many times to count.
"That is the thing, if he stays here with the Bueno Nacho, what will I do? I could probably get a part time deal, seeing how I save the world, but with Ron working at the Bueno Nacho full time…he won't be able to come with me." Kim fell on her back and placed her hand over her head. "If Ron decides to go we can go to college together, I'm almost certain he got accepted to a college in the same town as I did, right?"
"I'm sure he did, so, you thinking about taking night classes or morning classes?" Monique grinned just thinking of Bonnie, the cheerleader had to take summer school in order to obtain that high school diploma. I still hate the girl for causing my friend so much pain, she thought, she even went so far as to use leverage in order to get the Bueno Nacho a permanent seat in the caveman era.
"I figure I'll take both," Kim said as she sat up, her hands on either side of the bed and her green eyes sparkling. "The way I see it, most people need a job done in the morning, and with the world in peril, that can't be good. With nighttime stealth is on my side, and you know how I love taking my enemies by surprise. What about you Monique?"
"Girl I need my sleep," Monique said, "so morning classes are a bust. Oh have you seen my new car? Dad got it for me as a graduation present, makes walking so much of a dead issue, that as well as my tired feet. So when is your house going to be done?"
"Dad says sometime in the morning," Kim waved her hand through the air, as if calculating some unknown map. "Whatever Ron decides is for the best, I won't hold him back, I…I just never thought our roads would drift in different directions-."
"Kim you there…pick up your Kimmunicator." Kim narrowed her eyes and pulled the blue device from her pants. Wade's face appeared, his fingers already flying over his computer. "Oh hi Monique," Wade said with a grin.
"I have Wade…what's the sitch?" Things couldn't be bad now, or worse that is, her love life was in danger, and probably the world now. She remembered on Valentines day when Wade had used a cupid beam on Monique to get her to like him, by the way she was frowning now, she was still a little mad over that. Trying to move on she raised an eyebrow.
"Oh right…my scanners have indicated a bug in your exact coordinates," both girls screamed and he slapped his head. Looking around his room he saw his own graduation pictures, most kids in his class were looking like their feathers were ruffled up, in a manner of speaking. "Not that kind of bug, it seems to be a device of some kind…nothing explosive of the matter…very tiny as well."
"There is a spying device in my room?! Oh who ever the little perv is better not cross my path anytime soon." Monique got up from her seat and cracked a fist into her palm. Her eyes were a dangerous color as she began to lift things up.
"Hold it Monique…I think I see it," Kim flipped off the bed and pointed up at a very tiny dot. Pulling out her laser lipstick she sent a direct beam of red light heading at the device. The Kimannoying 2 scattered and a burning hole was left. Firing several more rounds she managed to knick it and sparks stuttered from its sound box. "Who do we know smart enough to create one of those?'
"Jim and Tim…ah how cute, they crushing on little ole me." Kim crossed her arms and Monique sighed. "That is creepy for a bunch of 10th graders, or soon to be, Kim, why do young boys fall for me?'
"Monique, they are so not into you." Seeing her friend glare Kim pushed her hands out. "C'mon they are the tweebs; they only have one mission in life, to ruin my social life. They are so dead this time." Kim opened the door and sped down the stairs; the Kimannoying 2 limped up the air vent and eventually died up there. Tim and Jim closed their lab top just as their sister cleared the last step, her red hair looking menacing on her. Ron flew backwards and onto his butt as she was towering over her brothers.
"Ah hey big sister…you caught us…testing our new rocket," Jim motioned down at the burnt remains in Tim's hands. "Say did you know Ron was here? I guess mom's message didn't reach you while you were talking upstairs about b-." Tim stepped on Jim's shoes and he let out a yell. Kim lifted them up by their shirt collars and they tried the puppy dog look.
"Oh don't even try to be cute now," Kim said furiously, "and that look only works when it is done by girls, so move it…or I'll tell mom about your weather balloon that froze the mailbox." Both boys realized she could come through with the threat and said a quick bye to Ron before picking up their stuff and running.
"Ah hi Kim…long time no chat huh?" Ron pulled at the collar of his red shirt and could see Kim was just as nervous, though albeit a bit fuming. "I came to talk about the council meeting…would you mind?" Ron indicated a chair and she sat down reluctantly.
"I've been giving it some thought too," Kim told him, her hands folded on the tabletop, "and it hasn't exactly been enjoyable. By the way, were you by chance spying on me with the Tweebs?!"
"Who me…no I wouldn't…never do something like that, no," Ron felt his breath wheeze out and his eyes wouldn't make contact with hers. Oh great, that Texan card player was right, he was bluffing, and if she saw past him…she'd know.
"Ron! If we have problems, we talk about it like mature young adults, not going behind each other's back to get info like that. I mean really, the tweebs, you must be worried about your decision then huh?" Kim let her eyes go down to her hands and felt vulnerable, like any word from her boyfriend would cause her to break down.
"Kim…this isn't easy, and the tweebs as you so put it had their hearts in the right place, I think. You wouldn't call me; you wouldn't even come to my house and let me know how you were doing. I want to understand KP, if you let me."
"Ron…I'm scared," Kim said as her voice faltered, her hand reached out uncertainly towards his own fidgeting ones. "If you stay behind, I wonder if we can make it work…long distance wise. If you do leave, will we go to the same college, I mean, you haven't even told me the college you were accepted to yet."
"The Bueno Nacho depends on me," Ron inched his hand towards hers, "it has done so much for me in the years, gave me a place to eat, a place where I could be me. Long distance can hurt, I know that, do you think it is easy even being away from you for 2 minutes? You're in my head KP, you have been in my life for 18 solid years, and we've had every single class together, gone on missions that face certain peril…well for me anyway." Ron placed his hand over hers and ran his thumb along, his brown eyes softening as he saw her lip tremble. "Kim…my college letter allows me to go to any college state wide-."
"Ron…that is incredible news." Kim bit her bottom lip and felt a little relief flood her heart. If he could go to any college, that would mean they wouldn't be apart. Just like him, she couldn't live without him, he always had her back, and through dire circumstances he was her life, her breath, her body's inspiration. "Wait…how can that be possible?"
"Well…I opened it up, and there on the letter was not only a recommendation from Sensei, but also from everyone else we helped over the years. You wouldn't believe the character analysis they did on me, even a certain director of global intelligence put her word in. I mean it is great KP, I thought they'd do it for you, but you're smart and can do anything, being a Possible and all. I just don't want the Bueno Nacho to be taken over by someone who doesn't care-."
"Well you have helped Ron," she told him, "if you weren't by my side, do you honestly think I could've taken on some many foes at once without your distraction? You also mastered the mystical monkey power that was first channeled through you when we took on Monkey Fist, well technically it was holoprojection me there, but you get the sitch." Kim squeezed his hand, feeling it and knowing that everything was finally getting resolved…though they'd talk of this later. "I see you ate all the brownies-."
"No…I had to give them to Jim and Tim," Ron said with a frown, "so now that I'm forgiven, want to get them back?" Kim wore a shocked look.
"Ron I'm ashamed of you," she said with a hand to her heart, "to think you'd want to turn against them after what they did for you. I thought you'd never ask." Kim knew their issues hung over them like storm clouds, but it was Ron's call, getting up from the chair she batted her eyelash at him. "Though…it could always wait…"
"KP the matter of urgency is getting them back…what can be more important then…" Ron was stopped as he noticed her look and giggled. "Oh yeah, sure, let them have their moments of peace." Ron walked up to her and placed his hands on her smooth cheeks, his lips leaning into hers…just then the Kimmunicator goes off.
"It can wait…no it can't I'm sorry Ron," Kim bit her bottom lip wondering if Ron would explode, yet he seemed cool, for the moment. "Wade this better be important, I was sort of busy with reconciliation here-."
"I didn't know you two were having problems, oh well, listen we have a hit on the site. It seems there is some activity going on in Middleton Mall, do you need a lift?"
"I don't think so, since the tweebs have fixed my car, I think it'll be nice to have a drive through town." Kim turned her Kimmunicator off and kissed her boyfriend on the cheek, her eyes asking for forgiveness. "You up for a ride Ron?'
"Sure thing KP, should I dress in more dark attire though?" Ron tugged at the dark collar of his shirt and wondered where his path in life would take him. Would he stay here to keep his nachoey goodness alive, or go to Kim's College and live life out of Middleton?
"You might as well, I'll warm up the car. Don't be too long, it could be Drakken, perhaps his good life will shape up." While Ron went to go change Kim ran out the front door and found her car parked just where she left it. Hopping into the front seat she started the engine, a moment not too later Ron was seated beside her wearing black and baggy pants. "Next stop Middleton Mall." Pushing on the pedal she felt the rockets kick in and they were off.
Dr. James Timothy Possible stood among the many construction workers, each one consulting the other on the floor plans and everything suitable for a home of 5. It had taken a day or so to get them down here after the council meeting, but after that it was smooth sailing, of course the cement mixer was delayed in traffic, but that was expected. The building was looking much better then before, with a few prototypes he made back in the lab, everything would be tip top shape by tomorrow. Hearing a tiny ring in his pants he excused himself to take it. "Hello Dr. Possible here-."
"James…I mean Dr. Possible," a panicked voice said, "something has happened to the space station…it isn't there anymore. What is worse is that Frederick is badly injured and in intensive care, oh all the money we invested in the project is ruined and what is worse is we got several deadly dots on the screen."
"Hold on, you telling me the space station that we funded all that money in is…gone? A little hard to believe, I mean seriously, for anything like that to happen you would need to…oh no…" Rubbing his temple he paced about the ground and looked up into the sky, his brain unraveling many experiments up there, the news of Frederick was far worse. "Do you think one of the men up there did that to him?"
"No Dr. Possible, you see…there's nothing left up there to give us the slightest clue as to who did this. Wait a minute…someone from upstairs just sent us some audio; you better get down here fast. Oh and tell the family I said hi."
"I'll give them the hello, thanks." Sighing he shut off his phone and headed over to the lead construction worker. "Listen, follow the blueprints and we shouldn't have a problem. I have a work issue I need to resolve…at work…take care of our house for me now." Walking with wobbly legs he took to his car and fumbled for the car keys. This was bad, no this was catastrophic, the space station and quite a number of lives were taken, who could do such a cruel and unfavorable act? None of Kim's foes could do this, they were evil…but not in any proximity of killing their hostage. This was real; he had to get there…work keys work. Hearing the engine he tore down the road, for once he forgot his safety belt and his heart was pounding a mile per second, even his brain wasn't working.
Once he was at the Middleton Space Center he walked up to the doors, pushing in he was greeted by many grieving faces. Tears streaked one woman in particular, the woman who was to be Windom's wife, now a widow it seemed. The trials and tribulation the people here went through, it was outstanding, he seemed to share in their pain and glory, their birthdays…and their deaths. Walking up to the controls person he placed a hand on the console. "Dr. Possible…you're here…"
"Yes I'm here…what audio do you want me to hear?" Everyone turned in their chairs, the woman was choking on her tears, he remembered now, and her name was Monica.
"Wait a minute…who gave you permission to board?" Windom's voice came over loud and clear. Monica was busting into another fit of tears, James felt bad, and someone so young shouldn't have to endure such pain.
"On my planet, permission is only acceptable when planning a full strike against a planet. You must understand this, I have gotten permission for that, so anything else that happens, is entirely acceptable." This person's voice was deeper and it was almost official like in his business. James tapped the top of the console and wished for visual aid.
"Well…everything that is happening on this space station is monitored by the best and brightest minds on Earth," James grinned, merely glad to hear the solid edge of his voice, facing his last moments defending their honor, "if you think you can steal anything up here…you are dead wrong."
"I was hoping for some stealth," the person replied, "but if this doesn't give me away, perhaps my fleet in orbit will do just that. Wendaria…do as much damage as you can, I have a few minutes to kill with this human." Footsteps were heard and the whole room grew silent, each step a thud in their hope. Whatever was making those steps…it was tall and huge. The woman, her name began with a W, weird.
"Earth is a very strong planet," Windom's voice rang again, Monica was being comforted by another who had lost a family member up there. "We have survived two world wars, beat back an impending economy, we even discovered some new planets…we…um…have unlocked some of the past's most complicated history…"
"This is quite fascinating," his voice said, very deep, also a tad bored. "You have achieved so much, yet why is it worth saving? You humans are always on that conquest to be the best, you unearth artifacts, yet you still don't know what they are. On my planet…we are the best…and every corner has been touched. We have no real need for money, oh…and we have weapons capable of decimating every corner of your planet." Every body froze, and James thought of the one race coming close to destroying their world, then it slowly clicked.
"We've faced their kind before," he told everyone, "they came in metal spiders that destroyed most of our town. My Kim faced them, even Ronald, I think he single handedly took them out, but I could be wrong…"
"I've heard of little green men,"Windom shot back, "but you are nothing like them. You come onto this station planning our doom; may I ask one thing though?" James knew it had to be them now, he hadn't personally met them, but from Kim's descriptions it fit. Sighing; everyone held their breath again. "What did we do to you to get this death sentence?" Monica held a Kleenex to her eyes and her moaning was too hard for everyone to stand without facing their own suffering.
"Oh that…a certain person on your planet went against us. He killed two of our people, the best there ever was. A fleet was destroyed, you get the drift, and I will tell you that he was blue, actually more along the lines of bumbling fool. We thought he would aid us in our cause, he turned on us, made fools of us, for that…he has cost you your planet." Ronald, he thought, their coming to kill him. James's thoughts were interrupted as screams were heard in the background. Tightening his hold on the console board he did not like the direction things were taken, that and everyone's tears around him were causing his pain to shoot.
"Your blaming our soon to be deaths on one man? This can't be…you must reconsider…you should meet with the president and settle this-." Monica had heard this previously and rushed out of the room. James had never heard anything so bad, the fear in his voice, and the fear of dieing…
"Young foolish man…we don't reason with your military advisor," his voice shot through his spine and he ran his hand through his hair. "War is part of life, death is part of life, groveling…is not." The weapon seemed to be charging, the humming of particles seemed to be flowing at a constant rate…it was almost time to say goodbye.
"We will not go down here," his defiant voice gave James a choking feeling in his throat, his own tears held back, "our forces will stop yours, and we will prevail. I am sorry Monica…" His last words were enough to cause everyone grief, the weapon let out a charge and the thud of his body on the deck was a drum beat to doom.
"Wavern…we have one who is not human," a female voice was heard, softer then the male's and everyone knew who the non-human was. It had a name, but no face. "The atmosphere is breathable enough, behold." Frederick, James felt responsible for him being up there later then he was intended, this would scar him for life.
"You evil," Fredericks's translation came through, "Frederick not obey." I feel older then I should be, he thought, why does this happen now, why must life be taken when it should be celebrated?
"He is an Earth Chimpanzee," the female explained, her voice seemed to hold restraint, like talking to a child. . "It seems the Humans find their intelligence worthy enough to handle their machinery. If we are to get our message across, why not through this lower life? We'll send him in a escape pod and blow this place up, it just might be the distraction we need to get all our forces in." Every scientist, researcher, robotics expert, all seemed to grind their teeth at this. Right now he himself, James Timothy Possible was ready to tear this system out, end it so he could save the suffering.
"Wendaria…well thought out," seemed to be something going on between them, "alright Frederick…time for a little ride." If only we could see something, James thought, a picture of our would be destroyers, anything to hate…instead of visualize.
"You not win," Frederick spat, though it sounded robotic so hardly any emotion was there, "good win." There you go Frederick…keep holding on, your friends down here would want that much. Suddenly wheezes were heard and the device began to beep, right away James knew his windpipe was being blocked, the controls of the pad built hooked up to him.
"Your friends lied," the male said snidely, his voice threatening to cause the equipment to malfunction. A thud was heard and the escape pod was sent out, after that sparks were issued and transmission was cut short. Silence ensued and some people collapsed to the floor. James felt the beginning of tears and wiped them away furiously.
"Alright people, we have deadly forces coming to Earth. Besides the usual revenge, we are facing the loss of humanity. I want someone to get a word to the President and fill him in. I want our most advanced researchers beginning construction on what could be our only defense. Time is against us people; you have your orders move." James began to walk towards the door and everyone stopped to look. "I need to inform my family of what is happening." Walking to his car he jumped in and slammed his head on the steering wheel. Would they survive this one?
Dr. Drakken sat in his chair, his petals yellow as usual, his gloved hands moved under his blue chin in contemplation. Today was his usual day of concocting up a brilliant scheme…to do good. Ever since everyone of the evil department saw him kiss Shego, they couldn't stop laughing at him. Being evil usually meant distancing oneself from their side kick, hence why Dementor flew solo. Dr. Drakken knew Dementor had at least one partner in the past, he was a brilliant kid with a knack for technology. Dementor though feared he would outshine him, thus when a crime occurred…he told him to stay put, instead of flee. Shego came in the room awkwardly pulling at her long black hair.
"Ah Shego…I've been expecting you," Dr. Drakken said in his gravel like voice, his head turning slightly to see the green suited woman he had fallen for. Over the course of their partnership, he had grown to respect her, that and she saved his butt on more then one occasion.
"Who else would you be expecting Dr. D? I mean, ever since you turned a new leaf, I mean petal, anything evil related has been passed by our intel. Look…I'm not saying I didn't like…the kiss… it is just…I am evil." Shego walked in front of him and let the green sick glow form around her fists.
"I know that Shego," he said, "being good has its set backs; I once was a good collared student studying to get a doctorate. I turned to evil when I had been ridiculed by my college mates for the last time, also inspiration from a relative of mine years before my time. I, well, was sort of hoping you'd stay with me..now."
"You know what you are asking of me Dr. D? I can not be good, I did that once. My parents were all about holding hands while crossing the street, not to mention eating all your vegetables before getting dessert. Then the hero role came into play as we hung around in my brother's tree house, a colorful meteorite of some kind came down, I know because we all had a peek through the telescope. Once you have a taste of good…you never want to go back."
"That isn't so Shego," Dr. Drakken corrected, "it is like ice cream, you choose one flavor so you could be said to have had it, then you go on to others, but a guilty part of you wants that flavor…again. Evil is promising, it gives us the other part of life we have forgotten, no rules, no waiting for desserts. I…I think I like you Shego."
"Ok first off, I don't like to eat the same flavor of ice cream," Shego corrected, "I'm a many flavored type of gal. Oh and for your information…I…like you too. But this does not leave the room ok; I can't be laughed at twice." Shego folded her arms and looked over at the huge monitors.
"Thank you Shego," Dr. Drakken rose from his chair and placed a gloved hand on her shoulder, his eyes following hers. "Villainy has been springing lately in Middleton, nothing too serious I'm afraid. I figure I can use my brain power to help, while you my lovely and talented partner can use your brute strength. Maybe you and Kim Possible-."
"Whoa…before we start jumping the shark here, why would I be seen fighting side by side with my sworn enemy? I mean me and Kimmy don't get along to a strong degree, and I'm barely holding onto this image of mine by a thread. Going along with you on this good streak, don't let it get to your head here." Shego took his hand off her shoulder and held herself.
"I see…well you think you have it bad, I must be with that bumbling side kick of Kim Possible's…ah…what's his name, the guy with the naked mole rat-?"
"His name is Stoppable Dr. D, sheesh, you think after 4 years you'd know his name by now. By the way, he isn't so much bumbling anymore; you missed out on his final fight against Warmonga and Warhok. He went monkey on their butts and sent them into their own space ships, not through the open door, I might add. That monkey power that Monkey Fist had, he apparently has."
"Hmm…apparently working beside him won't be that bad," Dr. Drakken walked past Shego and looked over at a few empty canisters. "Do you think we saw the last of that tall race? I mean I really don't want to face them on a empty margin again, we came this close to losing-."
"Yeah, those spider mechanisms tore up the town plenty. One swipe from one of those legs could take out any fighter. I'd be happy not to see those green things again, and don't you even begin with me." Shego spun around and walked over to him. Dr. Drakken had always been an inspiration of evil, she believed partially that his plans would come through, that Kim Possible and her side kick would know defeat, and it would be blue. As he turned around she remembered a time when she had been chipped, believed to have feelings for him. Truth be told, she harbored those feelings for so long, that chip just brought them out to the open.
"You know…I like you when you are testy," Dr. Drakken said with a smug look, "your skin turns a nice shade of green, your voice cracks, oh and your eye twitches." Dr. Drakken moved closer to her and noticed the eye twitch already. DnAmy was his supposed love interest, first to be used, then similar emotions shown. Sadly she had fallen for Monkey Fist, she was probably grieving at his stone side now.
"My voice does not crack!" Shego spouted as she was now eye to eye with her like, her boss. So what if her eye twitched, it took a lot of patience not to blast Dr. Drakken right on the spot. "As for me testy…you have another thing coming when you say that to a girl. I'm guessing you didn't have many girlfriends in college huh?"
"How could I Shego…no one would give me a chance. Back then I was known as Drew Lipski, a scientist, my voice alone made girls think I swallowed a frog. James and his friends took their fun to a new extreme, and when I turned blue on that Tuesday, I couldn't bring myself to finish College. Then I got lucky, you came into my life…"
"Well…you were the only evil person having things go their way. You had this crummy place, a destructo beam, even a handsome pay. Dementor wasn't so favorable on pay, and one look at me, and he thought I'd be filing my nails daily. I owe you a lot Dr. D, sorry I don't say it more." Shego batted her eyelashes at him and played with his clothing. Dr. Drakken was beaming and as he leaned in Shego did little resisting as they shared another kiss. Under the light they were a perfect combination of blue and green. Shego wrapped her arms around his neck and held him to her.
Dr. Drakken seemed to find a new feeling in kissing, it made him comfortable and unlike the villainy, something was always expected under a lot of pressure. Rubbing her back he found Shego rather beautiful, it was a wonder no one else had seen it. The alarm blew and Drakken pulled away to see one of his monitors light up. "Aha…we have something brewing in Middleton Mall."
"Great, maybe it is someone shop lifting," Shego said with dry sarcasm. Dr. Drakken frowned at her and Shego zipped her lips. His soft touch is still lingering on my lips, I think I'm going to faint, ok too girlie for me, she thought.
"Duff Killigan…what is he doing in the mall?" Drakken felt his jaw drop and Shego looked at her nails. "No matter, we must get there at once, come Shego." Dr. Drakken wondered what a golfer would be doing in a mall, what ever, point was he was going to stop him. It felt good to be good, though something felt off…oh well.
"Yeah right behind you," Shego said off hand. Walking over to a side compartment she popped it open with her fist and brought out some cold green cash. Might as well buy something while I'm there, she thought, now that I'm officially a girlfriend, this might come in handy. As Shego was leaving one of the middle monitors lit up with several cruisers flying over. Something was stirring in the wind, and if Shego had stayed, she would've been a step up for what was about to happen…
Authors note:Hopefully this will make up for my other chapter's length. War is definitely on the horizon and Kim, Ron, Drakken, and Shego will be in the mall, while Wendaria and Wavern will be leading a assault right on Middleton. Will Ron stay and oversee construction of the Bueno Nacho…or go to college with Kim? Tune in next time for the continuing sitch.