Boredom. Unrelenting boredom.

How many times had she complained about not having enough time to do everything that she wanted? How many times had she gotten school assignments handed in at the last moment? How many times had she come up with the final moves for the squad's latest routine while walking into the practice? She had once put on experimental hyper-speed shoes to let her get everything done. Now, she wished she had slow-down shoes so she didn't have so much time after getting done what she had to.

Coming straight home after school was bad enough. She had been a cheerleader for so long that not working out after classes just felt...wrong. Instead, she would get home and do all of her homework. Then check it. Then double check it. Then double-check that she had done everything that she needed to do. Then look ahead in the text books and get a head start on the next day's assignments.

That turned out to be a bad idea, because it meant that she didn't have much homework the next day.

Instead, she went out to the backyard and performed kata and cheerleader routines, combining the two activities into a single exertion that would have probably had both her sensei and her cheer coach staring in horror. After that, she cleaned her room to a spotless condition that would have impressed Barkin. After that, she looked at the clock and realized that it was only five thirty in the afternoon.

She desperately needed a good fight with Shego, or a good gossip session with Monique, or a good makeout session with Ron, or a good argument with Bonnie. Heck, she would have taken fighting with Shego while gossiping with Monique, or even arguing with Bonnie while making out with Ron.

Why were negotiations taking so long? She'd look forward to community service, if only to have something to do!

As if on cue, her father pulled into the driveway; prompting her to actually sit down and resist the urge to catch him the moment he opened the door and demand if he had heard anything. The look on his face told him that he he had...but she couldn't tell if he considered it good news or bad.

"Agent Smith told me that they've come to a potential agreement," he told her. "He told me that we have to give up more than he really wanted to, and she would be getting more than he wanted, but it's still better than it could have been."

"What are the details?" She asked, forcibly repressing the urge to yell the request.

"When your mother and the boys get home," he told her. "There's going to be a virtual conference and I don't want to go over this more than I have to."

The expression on his face told her that no amount of pestering on her part was going to get an answer out of him. What followed was the longest two hours of her life...mainly because the clock insisted it only lasted about forty-five minutes.

When her mother and brothers showed up, Jim and Tim had some odd looks for her, but they kept their mouths shut. As soon as her father told them that Agent Smith, along with other parties, would be willing to have an on-line meeting to explain the negotiations and compromises made, they decided that dinner could wait. Minutes later, they were gathered in the family room as people's images started to appear on the television. Before long, Mr. Barkin, Hank Perkins and Agent Smith were digitally present and ready for the meeting.

"If nobody minds, I'd like to host this meeting," Smith announced. "The Possible Family are my clients in this. Everybody will get a chance to speak, but if we have one person actually running the meeting, it should go more efficiently."

There was a chorus of agreement from all parties.

"Very well, the Possibles were not present during the negotiations, so I'm going to be reiterating what we have tentatively agreed to," Smith told told the others. "First of all, I'm going to give a brief explanation of what we sought to accomplish."

"We wanted to avoid going to trial," he explained, speaking to the family when the other two didn't protest. "The DAs office was willing to allow representatives from both Miss Allen and Kim Possible to state their cases. The goal was to assure both sides that the other was being punished appropriately so that we wouldn't have a trial that would harm Kim's future nor bring up embarrassing issues with the Possible Family."

"I'll start with the punishments leveled against Miss Allen," Smith continued. "First, as of now, she is no longer employed by the Middleton School District. She will also lose her teaching certificate until such time that she successfully completes training to prevent her from ever doing this again. She is also on probation for the next four years and her records have been flagged. This means that all school districts who may hire her in the future will be notified that she had inappropriate contact with minors and that they are advised to avoid granting her unsupervised access to students until she proves herself trustworthy in that regard."

Kim and her family were expecting the agent to say more, but he clearly didn't.

"She will not face jail time and will not be placed on the sex offender registry," the Agent concluded.

"So she'll be free to do this again," Kim concluded.

"Let's not discuss this at this time," Agent Smith instructed her. "Now is the time for you to hear what Kim is going to be facing. After that, we can discuss any alterations you insist and we'll decide if they warrant risking something on our end."

"Go on," her father sighed, when Kim couldn't bring herself to speak.

"There will be no jail time," Smith informed them. "As long as she successfully attends and completes training on the appropriate use of force." The agent looked at them, through the screen. "Keep in mind, this will be a course run by Global Justice and it's one that Dr. Director should have requested that she take prior to this incident. She will be under probation for six months, which means no missions. She will be required to either be at school or at home until graduation; after graduation, she will be allowed to perform approved volunteer work, or get a job. If she does volunteer work or gets a job, she will be requried to be either their, at home, or traveling between. She will be allowed to attend the college of her choice this Fall, but it must be located within the United States. Until her probation time is finished, she will be required to remain on campus unless her probation officer approves of a trip off of the site. Global Justice will also contact any such college and advise as to the nature of this assault, so that the Admissions Department can determine if any further limitations on her are justified...or indeed if she'll be accepted to such an institution."

"That's it for everyone?" Her mother asked.

"Not quite," Mr. Barkin answered. "My role in these negotiations was to limit the disruption to Middleton High and to attempt to salvage some sort of a positive outcome from this very sad situation. Miss Possible will not be allowed to represent Middleton High in cheerleading competitions, or in any other organized competitions. However, she will be allowed to practice with the squad under two conditions."

"And they are?" Kim asked, her head popping up as a bit of hope found its way into her heart.

"First, you will explain to a student assembly what happened and the fact that the level of violence you used was inappropriate," the vice-principal told her. "Secondly, the entire squad must agree, unanimously via a secret ballot, to keep you on."

"It's worth a try," Kim sighed, although she was pretty sure that Bonnie would vote to get her off the squad.

"I'm still not happy with the consequences the teacher's facing," Kim's father stated. "This was...rape...and she's not facing any jail time."

"If she violates her parole, she will be," the DA's representative assured the rocket scientist. "By negotiating this, she agreed to avoid what could have been a media circus of a trial...one in which questions would have come up as to how two boys got their hands on experimental and highly dangerous fuels, why a teenage girl was so nonchalant about going through a locked door and into a school, and other questions. She also agreed to not pursue damages against Kim in a civil court." He took a deep breath. "Dr. Possible, despite the less-than-professional comments you heard me make, I assure you that I want to see her punished. However, I want that punishment to be geared towards making sure she doesn't do this again, rather than retribution. Having her stuck in minimum wage jobs for the rest of her life does nobody any good; as long as we can assure she doesn't do this again. This goes for your daughter, as well. While I want to see her punished for her use of excessive force and for casually trespassing; I don't want to see her life ruined. I want her to face consequences that will make her think twice before doing so again."

"I understand," Kim grumbled. "But if I hadn't trespassed, the truth wouldn't have come out when it did."

"Trust me, Miss Possible, that was an item that was debated heavily during negotiations," Agent Smith answered. "The five of you may wish to discuss this further, in private. However, do any of you have any questions while all of us are available?"

"I'm concerned about what my boys are going to go through in school," Kim's mom stated. "It wasn't that many years ago that I was in high school..." She paused a moment. "Okay, it wasn't that many decades ago that I was in high school and I know what the students were like. Currently, my boys are attending counseling so that they can understand that these encounters were wrong. What happens when they're surrounded by teens, older than them, who tell them how lucky they were?"

"Dr. Possible, should we be discussing this in front of them?" Perkins asked her.

"I think so," the brain surgeon answered. "I want my boys to see for themselves what we're discussing and that we're not treating them as mindless automatons that we expect to react properly to the stimuli we provide them."

"This is a very good point," Mr. Barkin pointed out. "And I thank you for bringing it up. I honestly wish that I could assure you that there will be no such peer comments, but that would be a lie. Teens will be teens, to a certain extent. However, I will arrange for a counselor to address the student body after Miss Possible does, and I will address the student body after that. It's not foolproof, but it's the best I can do."

"I guess that's the best that any of us can do," Anne grumbled.

The discussion that followed didn't really accomplish much; it consisted of the family coming up with a series of questions to ask Agent Smith at the next opportunity. Mostly, the questions consisted of how the authorities would track Miss Allen in the future, to make sure she didn't do this again, if there would be any way of getting Kim's probation time cut for good behavior or if there was any way to determine if Miss Allen had done this before. At the end of it, Jim and Tim had something else to say about the whole thing.

"We're beginning to see why it was wrong...we think," Tim told them.

"We were mad when you stopped it," Jim explained. "We were having fun and we didn't see anything wrong with it."

"We knew it was wrong," Tim continued. "But we didn't know why. We've read the statistics, but we didn't really know if they applied to us or not."

"Then, we saw Kim and Ron," Jim noted.

"Us?" Kim was starting to get embarrassed. "What's with us?"

"When he brought our school assignments here," Tim explained. "You buried your head in his chest and he hugged you."

"We enjoyed what we did with Miss Allen," Jim admitted. "But we'd never think to talking to her if we had to deal with bullies or had problems at home."

"There's more to being a boyfriend...to having a girlfriend...than the sex, isn't there?" Tim asked them.

"For most people," Anne told them. "Some people just want the thrill without the emotional ties."

"We thought we were lucky or smart," Jim confessed. "We were getting what the whole girlfriend/boyfriend thing was all about without going through the giggling and dating and being nervous thing."

"But having sex isn't the end of it," Tim concluded. "It's about having someone who will always have your back, like mom and dad."

"And who you want to see be happy, like Kim and Ron," Jim added. "When this all started happening, mom and dad pulled together and even though Ron didn't know what was happening, he had Kim's back."

"As soon as it came out, Miss Allen tried to say that we started it," Tim noted. "That we blackmailed her into it."

"That's not the sort of person you want to be around," Jim said. "I think we missed out on something by going straight to the sex."

"You had it taken away from you," Mrs. Possible told them. "The only thing that you did wrong was not telling us when it started...but you're young. She took advantage of that."

"We're never going to date or even try to get girlfriends," the two said, at the same time.

"That's supposed to be a parent's dream," Mr. Possible told them. "But it isn't. I want the two of you to have full lives and eventually, that's going to mean girls...and not just as friends. It's hard, because there's no algorithm or calculations that can tell you when it's right or wrong to pursue a romantic relationship. You have to make it up as you go along and this incident has probably given you a skewed view of what's proper and what isn't. That's what continuing to see a counselor is going to help you with."

"So we'll keep going and pay attention," they concluded together.

"And talk to us whenever anything, and any time, anywhere doesn't seem right to you," Mrs. Possible instructed them. "We're a family, and families stick together."


She hadn't been so nervous about walking out onto the gym floor since her first performance as a varsity cheerleader. Strike that, this was worse; the whole student body was assembled in the bleachers, listening to Barkin finish up his speech.

It didn't help that it was Friday afternoon and most of the students were more than restless to get out of the school and start the weekend.

"In conclusion, I've already spoken to your teachers," the big man announced. "So now I'm speaking to the students. If any of you find yourself feeling uncomfortable with an interaction with another student, a teacher or another member of the school staff, you know the channels to report this. While such complaints will be taken seriously, they will be fully investigated. That means that if you make a petty and false accusation, you will be punished for doing so. Don't hesitate to report wrong behavior, but make sure it's wrong before you report it. Now, I've asked Kim Possible to speak about how she mishandled the situation when she stumbled across it."

It was much worse than her first cheerleading performance. Every eye was on her, and only her as she walked out onto the floor towards the microphone. There was silence as she adjusted the microphone from one appropriate to the towering vice-principal to her more petite stature. She took a deep breath, picking out her close friends in the crowd; Ron, Monique, Felix, Jim and Tim, the rest of the cheer squad...even Bonnie.

"You all know me," she began. "Some of you may think I'm arrogant, some may think I'm a heroine. In reality, I'm a student just like the rest of you, who's trying to find her way and figure out this world we find ourselves in. Sometimes, I make the wrong choice and that happened a couple of weeks ago. On Thursday night, I returned from a mission and my parents asked me to do them a favor; to pick up my brothers from an evening science lab they attended."

"I'll freely admit that I have, at times, come to view laws as suggestions rather than rules that must be followed," she continued. "So, when I arrived at the school quite a bit earlier than the end of the lab, I thought nothing of accepting a favor to unlock a door and allow me inside. While I was only considering this a convenience for all, it was, technically, breaking the law. I make no apologies for this, as it resulted in me uncovering a more serious crime. Mr. Barkin has already told you what took place. I will provide no details other than I walked in while it was happening."

She paused a moment, letting the shocked murmur die down.

"This was where I made a serious error," she spoke, when she judged it was quiet enough to be heard. "Many of you know that I often find myself in physical confrontations with hardened criminals and their hired muscle. I made a mistake and confronted Miss Allen as I would a supervillain. I used excessive force."

"I make no apologies for halting what was happening," she told her peers. "However, I regret the way I did it. I could have easily restrained Miss Allen until the police arrived. Instead, I physically attacked her and inflicted a serious injury. What she did was wrong, but that did not give me the right to inflict that sort of harm upon her. I'm going to pay a price for that. Some of you may think that it's excessive and some of you may think that I'm getting off light because I'm a celebrity. In the end, it doesn't matter. I reacted with violence when I should have acted with restraint. Fortunately, even though what Miss Allen did was wrong, even criminal, I didn't inflict a permanent injury. Punishments should be administered via due process, not inflicted in a moment of rage."

"It would be hypocritical for me to claim that violence is always wrong," she continued. "I've found myself in situations where the fate of the world was at stake; this wasn't one of them. Violence must be based upon the threat at the time. We don't want policemen to club litterbugs with their nightsticks, but we wouldn't flinch if they did the same to someone about to attack a victim."

"Because of this, you all have a choice," she concluded. "If any of you feel threatened by my being here, you need only make a complaint to the school or the police. If I'm in a class with you, I'm sure I'll be reassigned. If I'm on a club or committee with you, I'm sure I'll be off of it. If I pass by close to you in the hallways, I'm sure I'll be told to find another route, or I may be removed from the school. I can only remind everyone that this is the only time I've ever turned my fighting ability against anyone in this school and ask each and every one of you to believe me that I will never react like I did to the petty problems and rivalries that crop up in high school life. The choice is yours."

With that, she turned and walked off of the floor, not knowing if she had just rescued her high school life or had just destroyed it. She had done her best and she was satisfied with that. Ron got up from his seat and found her in the hall to the locker rooms, giving her a supportive hand on her shoulder while Barkin dismissed the student body from the assembly and for the day. She thought about the tweebs' remarks last night, that the two of them always had each other's backs. She leaned her head against his shoulder, glad that they were such close friends but still happy that they had figured things out and admitted that they wanted each other.


It still wasn't the same, but having people do their level best to help her cope meant more than the effort they made. The cheer squad was having their vote after school and Kim wasn't about to give anyone any excuse to say that she was trying to affect it, so she returned home. Minutes later, Ron showed up and introduced her to a new sport; cheer-horse. It was like the game with a basketball, but was done by performing cheerleader moves and tumbles. At first she played along just wanting something to do...and to spend time with him...but her competitive nature took over and she found herself enjoying the challenge.

Before long, the tweebs were sitting in the backyard, acting as the judges before jumping in and competing, as well. She thought that she would have to come up with a handicap, or even hold back, but Ron was used to performing acrobatics while wearing the Mad Dog costume, he wasn't far behind her when it came to agility. The tweebs were honestly shocked at just how capable their sister and her boyfriend were. Kim had a feeling that the two of them were going to be putting in some serious work as mascots, to the point that the Mad Dog squad was going to have a solid advantage for years to come. All too soon, the parents showed up and Ron said that he would have to go. However, it was clear that he had been part of a conspiracy to give her another surprise.

Instead of starting dinner, her parents announced that they were taking the boys to Cousin Larry's so they could perform all sorts of bizarre acts in cyberspace until ten. She had a few moments to contemplate either being left alone for the evening or tagging along when Monique showed up. Her best female friend shared a high-five with her boyfriend, then Ron helped Monique haul several boxes into the house before heading home. Kim wasn't going to be alone; the next couple of hours were going to consist of eating takeout and trying on Club Banana fashions that hadn't been put on the shelves yet.

The time flew by, helped by the fact that Monique really understood fashion and her tastes. Before long, Kim was wearing an absolutely stunning skirt and blouse combination while she and Monique rooted through her closet and drawers for proper accessories, as well as working a brush to style her hair in just the right way to bring everything together. Kim had to admit that she really liked the look they came up with. She was more than a little disappointed when the time came for her friend to go home. Monique gave her a sly smile, told her to keep the outfit for now. No sooner had Monique left than the bell rang. Kim had a sneaky suspicion who it was and was very happy to be proven right.

It was Ron, but instead of his usual jersey he was wearing a proper set of slacks, a nice shirt and tie, and carrying a small bouquet of flowers. Kim's eyes bulged a little at how well her boyfriend had cleaned up and she was more than pleased with the way he reacted to the new outfit that she and Monique had put together. Letting her boyfriend into the house, she suspected that Monique had gone above and beyond the conspiracy. She was sure that her parents were all behind her two friends making sure she wasn't alone for the night, but it must have been Monique's idea to have the two of them dressed up.

Kim didn't care, it was date night. Even though the date would be at home, she and her boyfriend were dressed to impress and there was a movie she wanted to see streaming on their television. Before long, she was snuggled into him while a romantic comedy was providing dim illumination in the den. Whenever there was a slow point in the movie, she would kiss him and soon they were spending more time making out than they were watching the show. This was fine by her, she kept leaning into him until they were both sprawled out on the couch, pressed together. He seemed a little hesitant but when he worked his way to kissing her neck, she realized that he had gotten the idea that she was more interested in making out with him than watching the movie.

She wanted to kiss him back but his mouth on her neck just felt too good to stop. Wanting more, she caught one of his hands and slid it under her blouse and guided him until he flinched; and she gasped at what he was touching. She had heard plenty of complaints from other girls about their boyfriends getting a little rough when reaching second base, but she had no complaints. He brought his other hand up and gently caressed her, all while continuing to kiss her neck. She buried her fingers in his hair, urging him to keep working his neck while she ground herself against him. This was so right! He only needed a little encouragement.

Just like Jim and Tim had?

The thought made her freeze. Ron noticed and immediately backed away from her.

"KP?" He asked. "Sorry if I went too far..."

"No," she interrupted him. "It was just what I wanted. It's just...I got caught a little by surprise."

She was tempted to just start again; maybe put his hands back to where they had been, but she wanted more than just an intense makeout. She got up and took his hand. He might have been a little confused but didn't fight when she led him up to her room.

"KP?" he asked again. "Are you sure about this?"

"More than sure," she told him, glad that he understood where she wanted this to go without her needing to come out and tell him.

"I...don't have...protection," he managed to gasp out, while she was kissing his neck, returning the favor for what he had been doing a few minutes earlier.

"I've got it covered," she assured him, with a meaningful look at her top drawer.

He didn't need any further assurances. His arms slid around her while he started kissing her again. As much as she wanted to keep working on his neck, she could only arch her head back while he beat her to the punch, so to speak. She didn't need to put his hands back to where they had been before, he did it slowly, but he got back to what he was doing before...much to her approval.

She started working on his shirt's buttons. By the time she got the last one undone, he had gained still more confidence and pulled her blouse up over her head. She returned the favor with his shirt and pressed herself against him, causing him to flop onto her bed with her on top of him. All the skin-on-skin contact was intoxicating, and he reacted first, kissing her neck and working down. This time, he used his mouth while his hands continued to explore. She did some exploring of her own, realizing that he was ready while making him gasp with pleasure. It was going to take a serious act of willpower to stop long enough to get to her dresser, but it wasn't quite time yet. She pressed him down again, straddling him, rubbing against him while his mouth worked its magic on her.

So much like Miss Allen and Tim.

This time, she hurled herself off of him and stood there, not sure what to do.

"KP?" He asked again, a horrified look on his face. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No!" She shook her head, but she couldn't get the image of the teacher riding her brother out of her head. "I...I thought I wanted...but now..."

"It's okay," he assured her, finding her blouse and handing it to her.

She hastily pulled it on while he scrambled to pull on his shirt and button it back up.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I didn't mean to lead you on! I just..."

"It's okay," he repeated. "If you don't want to..."

"But I do!" She wailed. "It's just..."

"We won't do anything that you aren't sure about," he assured her, pulling her into a deep hug.

She could only cling to him, her tears drenching his shirt.

She needed help.


A/N: Again, major thanks to Joe Stoppinghem for beta reading. Let me take this opportunity to wish a Merry Christmas to everyone reading this.

Till next time;

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