Disclaimer.
I do not own Kim Possible or any affiliated characters; they remain the sole property of their creators and Disney. I confirm I'm not making any money from this, I only do this for fun.
Rated T for action/violence, sex references, minor language.
Additional: Noticed a way big continuity error while editing this story, involving a character's name. Yep, I picked up a massive bouquet of oopsie-daisies. Even a seasoned writer like me can make big goofs!
Professor Dementor's brother-in-law, which I incorrectly named as 'Bill', is actually called Myron; who first appeared in the episode Larry's Birthday (the second attempt by Dementor to grab the battlesuit). It was revealed he had at some point married Dementor's younger sister, Hildegarde.
I've also made revisions to the previous chapter as well.
-Chapter II-
Responsibilities
From the comfort of his lair, Professor Dementor watched on the main view-screen as Dementor Diablo's made effortless work of local law enforcement and Global Justice; the police ordering a retreat while GJ covered them. All that was left behind were the wreckage of smoldering cars and demolished barricades.
News crews on the scene were providing updates on the battle, remaining in designated safe zones while civilians were evacuated. Live reports were sent to every major news studio, which Dementor counted on; the more devastation was broadcast, the more chances that Team Possible would arrive. As such, the Diablo's were programmed not to target any of the journalist media.
It had been hours since he launched his attack, and Team Possible had yet to arrive. His patience was wearing dangerously thin.
"I am getting bored with the waiting!" he yelled, tapping his foot impatiently. "When is that Fraulein going to arrive with THAT SUPERSUIT?"
One of his henchmen who was manning a radar console suddenly spoke up.
"Uh, sir? We got another GJ craft coming in fast!"
Dementor smiled, clasping his hands together.
"Hah ha! That has to be her!" he said, triumphantly. "Launch the interceptors, bring that craft down! Have the flight crew prepare my personal transport, I wish to witness this moment of victory!"
The henchman typed in a command, which sent a signal to one of the many hidden hanger bays of the lair. A roof door disguised as mountain rock slid apart, revealing a small squadron of aerial drones; all designed for high speed combat and recon. A high-pitch whine filled the hanger, the drones reaching full power in a matter of seconds before blasting off into the sky and laid in an intercept course in arrow formation.
Back on the hoverjet, Kim and Ron were oblivious to the danger that approached them, for they were focused on another sitch entirely.
Kim's eyes remained focused on the ultrasound of their child.
They were careful, she was so sure of it. Kim thought back to the last time she and Ron were intimate; focused on every minute detail. It was then that recalled a minor bit of embarrassment.
It was after they had finished their lovemaking, the two lying under the covers and just holding each other when the door handle started to jiggle. Someone had tried to get in.
Blind panic set in, thinking someone may have called campus security. They had previously visited Kim and Mel's dorm room on dozens of occasions, issuing warnings to Mel about 'noise complaints.'
So began a crazed scramble to make things look totally inconspicuous.
Kim quickly took the protection off Ron, springing out of the bed and dumping it deep into a trash can. Then she grabbed the first item of clothing to put on; which turned out to be Ron's football jersey.
Ron was equally as clumsy, and in his attempt to get dressed he picked up clothes at random, inadvertently picking up Kim's top instead. In his haste he pulled it on, only for his head and one of his arms to get stuck.
The door handle turned again, followed by a knock, so Kim raced toward it and barricaded the door with her body. It was then she realized that campus security always knocked and declared who they were, and if they had to open the door they always used a key.
This was someone else.
"Wait a minute...! Mel? I swear I'll go all sixteens styles on your ass if that's you!" Kim yelled through the door, irate at the interruption.
"Mel?" a young woman's voice that Kim didn't recognize answered, sounding drunk and confused. "Crap, wrong room! Sorry!"
Then the footsteps retreated, as if stumbling with each step.
With a potential cringe moment avoided, she and Ron couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the sitch; the two breathing a collective sigh of relief. That was when Kim noticed her hand was... sticky. The same hand she used to remove the condom.
Kim assumed to have spilled the contents in her haste to trash it. She never even considered the possibility that it may have broken during their intimacy.
Someone observant would also think she would've noticed something was odd when she missed her period. However, there were times before where her period was late, due to high frequency of missions that involved extraneous exercise.
As for the pill, Kim now doubted that she took it. With all the classes and assignments, helping fellow students with club activities, not to mention missions she did on the side, there were times where she did get distracted. It was possible she may have missed a dose.
The very missed dose that lead to this moment.
Kim, now back in the present, was lost in a hurricane of emotions.
Happy. Sad. Terrified.
She honestly didn't know how to feel right now.
Ron on the other hand looked like he needed a paper bag.
"Oh man, oh man, oh man!" Ron was breathing hard and fast. "I... You... Baby... Black Hole..."
It was at that moment the hoverjet sharply turned, Kim and Ron's instincts kicking into overdrive as they grabbed the headrests in front of them. As the jet went into a steep climb, Ron helped Kim back into her seat and fastened her seat-belt.
Du's voice came through the intercom.
"EVERYONE HANG ON! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"
The hoverjet jolted violently as energy weapons hammered into the fuselage. One of the blasts struck a window and everyone was deafened by the roar of rushing air as the cabin depressurized. Ron was yelling something, yet Kim couldn't make out what it was over the cacophony.
Soon the rush of air stopped, only the whistling shriek outside the broken window filling Kim's ears. Ron yelled again, this time Kim was able to hear him.
"KP! THE WEGO'S!" Ron shouted, pointing to the two brother's who were thrown from their seats.
One of them held onto a seat for dear life with one arm, while the other arm was wrapped tight around his brother's waist. The other Wego was knocked out cold.
"HANG TIGHT! I GOT YOU GUY'S!"
Climbing out of his seat, Ron pulled himself along the aisle toward them, grabbing the unconscious Wego and managed to get him into a seat. Once his seat-belt was fastened, Ron helped the other one.
The hoverjet shuddered again from another attack, Kim feeling an intense heat as a cutting laser began bisecting the cabin. The beam just inches from her head, Kim quickly undone her seat-belt and rolled backwards out of the way. The hoverjet turned and Kim held onto one of the rear seats, just as the fuselage began to buckle.
"NO! KP!"
Ron was trying to make his way towards her.
"KIM! HANG ON! I'M ALMOST THERE!"
Kim reached out a hand to grab Ron's, his fingers just touching her fingertips.
There was a loud shriek of tearing metal and the crack of splintering plastic. Then the hoverjet tore in half.
Time seemed to slow, and Kim saw the look of horror and desperation in Ron's helpless eyes. The hoverjet separated in midair, Kim trapped at the remains of the back; Ron and the others in the front.
The good news was the front half still had the functioning jet engines, so Du could easily bring it down for a landing.
The bad news however was that Kim's side had no flight capability, and began to plummet like a stone.
From the large opening she could see the blur of open sky and solid ground, pinned to the floor by the centrifugal force as it span out of control. She was in a death trap, but she escaped from plenty of them before. Pushing forward, Kim reached the jagged edge of the torn jet. Planting her feet on a nearby seat and tensing her legs, she jumped as high as she could, launching herself out into the sky while activating the battlesuit parachute.
It caught the air, slowing her descent. Catching her breath, Kim surveyed her surroundings. She was above an alpine forest, with a small town not too far away; fires burning in the distance from Dementor's devastating attack.
She then focused on the remains of the jet she escaped from, watching as it slammed into the ground and was consumed by a massive explosion.
As for the front of the hoverjet, it continued to hurtle toward the ground, when emergency thrusters suddenly fired to slow its descent. Kim had faith in Du's skill as a pilot, watching the nose of the craft pulled up in time just as it hit the ground; the earth churning as it plowed through small trees that slowed its momentum. It then struck a large boulder, which brought the remains of the craft to a halt, toppling over onto its side.
The sound of aircraft caught her attention, as two small drones flew past her. She could see they bore the color scheme of Dementor's henchmen. No doubt at all that he knew her location.
"I am so not in the mood for this!" she hissed under her breath.
To make matters worse, the direction of the wind was taking her away from Ron and the others. Just as she hit the canopy of the trees, she activated the energy shield to cushion her fall. Branches splintered and cracked as fell down, and then stopped as her chute was caught on a large branch. Looking down, she saw she was just nine feet from the ground. Disconnecting the chute, she fell the rest of the way and tucked into a roll before landing.
Taking a moment to collect herself, Kim rested against the trunk of a tree. Looking down at her Kimunicator, she initiated another bio-scan. She breathed a sigh of relief when it showed all vital signs normal.
"Okay, let's get back to your...," she stopped, realizing what she was about to say.
Looking down, she saw she had subconsciously placed a protective hand on her abdomen. She fought back tears, guilt weighing heavily upon heart. It wasn't fair placing her potential child in danger, and if she had known sooner, she would have declined the mission.
She and Ron were perfectly willing to put their lives on the line; their's and no one else. Sure there were other's who joined on her missions, but at least they knew the risks.
But if anything happened to their child, Kim would never be able to forgive herself.
Right now Kim wondered what was going through Ron's mind. No doubt he must be terrified as her right now, but what about when this sitch was finally over? He was going to be a father. Was this a responsibility he would want so soon?
As for herself, Kim had always wanted to be a mother at some point in her life. But she had yet to graduate from university, not to mention the loans she took out to pay for tuition. Could she and Ron be in a position to raise a child together? And what of Team Possible?
Those questions would have to wait but Kim knew once Dementor had been dealt with, she and Ron would have to have a very long talk. Right now she needed to get back to the others.
Without further delay she activated the signal tracker on her Kimunicator, which then linked to the Ronunicator frequency. A holographic compass appeared above the screen, with an arrow pointing to where the others were.
She began to walk.
When Ron started to regain consciousness, the pain in his ribs was a somewhat thankful indicator that he was still alive. That was when he heard Hego's voice.
"Stoppable? Can you hear me?"
Opening his eyes, he found himself lying on his back in a small ditch of churned dirt. Several feet from him was the mostly intact wreck of the plane; the nose and cockpit crumpled inwards, while the front half of the fuselage was dented. Some of the passenger seats had come loose, scattered behind from the crash.
By his side was Hego who, despite missing the left sleeve of his uniform, looked unharmed by the crash; Rufus was perched on his shoulder, relieved that Ron was okay. Looking around Ron saw Agent Du; sporting a makeshift bandage on his head, while checking a smashed tablet-like device. Du simply nodded in response.
Mego was tending to an unconscious Wego; his arm placed in a makeshift sling, made from Hego's missing sleeve. The other Wego was salvaging what he could from the wreck. Everyone was there except for...
"NO! KIM!"
Ron stood up quick, the sudden exertion bringing on a dizzy spell. Stumbling backwards, he would've fallen if it wasn't for Hego catching him.
"Easy there," Hego said. "I'm sure Kim is fine."
Ron shrugged himself from Hego's grip, as he unsteadily began to leave the crash site; sheer terror fueling his motivation. Du, noticing this, raised a brow in irritation.
"Sidekick, what are you doing? Global Justice protocol requires us to stay together until backup arrives!"
"No! I got to find her!" Ron said, panic in his voice. "Oh man! Kim can't be on this mission!"
"Well, you'd get no argument from me about that," Du said, not bothering to mask his sarcasm. "Let me guess, she's behind on her university studies or something?"
Ron felt his blood boil. Normally he would take Du's holier-than-thou attitude in stride, but when the personal stakes were too high. Spinning on his heel, Ron closed the distance before Du could react; the GJ agent taken aback by Ron's flare of fury.
His once brown eyes now glowed an ethereal blue, and the others could have sworn they heard the distant shrieks of monkey's: though they could not pinpoint the direction. Du heard stories of Stoppable's mystical powers, even seeing footage of his battle against the Lowardians. But experiencing it up close actually terrified him.
With surprising ease for someone of his build, Ron hoisted Du up by the collar of his uniform; the agent's legs hanging inches from the ground. Ron practically roared his response in his face.
"BECAUSE SHE'S PREGNANT!"
The last part of his sentence echoed around them, slowly fading into silence. Du was stunned by Ron's sudden break from his usual self, and more so of the revelation of Kim's condition. The conscious Wego was the first to break the silence.
"Kim's pregnant? Why the hell did she go on this mission?"
Ron's mystical aura faded and his eyes returned to normal, yet everyone could still feel the presence of a strange energy.
"We just found out before the attack!" Ron explained to everyone, as he lowered Du down. "Wade ran a scan because she threw up earlier, and Kim thought it was some kind of stomach thing going around her university. But... the scan revealed she's about a month pregnant! Kim and I would never have gone on this mission and put our kid at risk if we'd known!"
With that said, Ron was about to leave but was stopped by Agent Du.
"Stoppable, just wait a moment!" Du said, his arrogant tone gone and replaced with reason. "In case you haven't realized yet, but we got wounded here! Let's assess our situation first, then I promise you we'll find Kim! Got it?"
As much as he hated to admit but Du was right. Ron looked at the injured Wego, guilt weighing heavily for not considering his well-being.
"Oh man, Wego! I'm sorry! It's just I'm..."
"No need to apologize," Du said, understanding. "Is your Kimunicator..."
"Ronunicator," Ron corrected.
"...fine. Is your Ronunicator fully functional?" Du asked, as he held up half of the tablet-like device. "My GJ datapad was destroyed in the crash. I need to see how badly Wego is hurt."
Taking out his Ronunicator, Ron activated the bio-scan function and checked on the injured Wego. Thankfully, he wasn't seriously injured. No sign of concussion but he did have a broken arm. Mego decided to remain behind with the twins. As for the other Wego, since their powers worked in tandem he couldn't duplicate while the other was knocked out. That left Agent Du and Hego the only ones mission ready.
"From what I gathered of Dementor's obsessions, he will be making a bee-line for Possible," Du said, checking the equipment in his utility belt. "We have to get to her before he does!"
Ron activated the signal tracker, locking it onto the Kimunicator frequency. He could see her signal was moving towards them, which would help them rendezvous with her faster.
To Ron's horror, Kim's signal began to flicker and fade before finally vanishing.
"Wade, what's going on?" Ron said, as he tapped the screen. "I can't see Kim anymore!"
Wade doubled his efforts as he used every resource at his disposal. "Her signal is being jammed at the source! I been trying to call her but no answer! There's more bad news, as satellite scans show Dementor's forces converging on her last known location!"
"Then we got no time to waste," Du said. "Let's double time!"
Without further word, all three broke out into a run.
Far across the world, in the ancient mountain shiro of Yamanouchi, Yori sat in deep meditation before the Lotus Blade. Moments ago she had felt a powerful aura emanating from the blade.
Stoppable had refrained from using the blade in battle as much as he could, using it only once in his lifetime, but now it was as if his power was reaching out to it in his greatest and most desperate need.
The sword began to hum and vibrate, the noise gradually becoming louder and the vibrations became more intense. A piercing whine filled the air as the Lotus Blade shuddered in its resting place, before suddenly flying upwards and smashing through the ceiling; wood splinters raining down on the young ninja.
Teacher and student alike watched as the Lotus Blade hung in mid-air high above Yamanouchi, then pointed towards the west. Yori ran outside and watch in silent awe as the legendary sword began emitting bright pulses of mystical energy, and the surrounding space began to distort. Each pulse pushed the air, creating a strong breeze in the courtyard.
Master Sensei had arrived, followed by Hirotaka; the elder calmly watching the sight before them.
"Master, what is happening with the Lotus Blade?" Hirotaka asked, shielding his eyes as the light.
Sensei simply watched the blade, nodding in understanding. "It answers the call to battle."
With a thunderous roar, the Lotus Blade blasted forth with primal power, splitting apart the clouds as it flew off into the horizon. The shock-wave staggered Yori and the other's, nearly knocking them off their feet; Master Sensei was the only one unaffected.
"Do not worry. The Lotus Blade will return when its task is done." Then Master Sensei turned, and leisurely walked away. "I think I'll enjoy some tea in the meantime."
Along the Lotus Blade's trajectory, military radar stations would puzzle over the mystery of an unidentified object that was far too small to be a plane or missile; travelling at hyper-sonic speeds and continuing to accelerate.
Kim maintained a steady pace, following the signal direction when the screen suddenly flickered and went blank. She took cover by a tree and attempted to call Wade. The Kimunicator refused to respond.
It was as if something was interfering with it.
"I so don't like this," Kim said to herself.
The hair on the back of her neck suddenly stood up, as if her instincts warned her of a danger she wasn't fully conscious of. Crouching low and sticking to the shadows, she went to activate the stealth function of her battlesuit. The suit shimmered at first, distorting light around her body before failing, leaving her fully visible.
That was when she heard tell-tale whistle of a falling bomb. She raced forward to put as much distance as she could.
An explosion from twelve feet away knocked her off her feet, causing her to hit her head against the bark of a tree. Blood trickled from the scrape, dripping red droplets onto the shoulder of her once pristine uniform. She felt a little shaken but forced herself to move.
Breaking out into a full on sprint, she weaved through the forest as blinding lights shone overhead. She tried activating the shield function of her suit, yet it failed to respond. With her Kimunicator out of action too, she realized that Dementor was somehow jamming her gear.
Crimson bolts of energy fire tore down around her, kicking up dirt and snow as she tried to find a safe location.
The ground shook from something heavy landing, Kim glancing over her shoulder to see a squad of Dementor Diablo robots aiming at her.
"Ugh, seriously?" Kim grumbled, as she continued to run. "Why do other villains have to rip each other off?"
To matter matter's worse, a small hovercraft slowed its approach; which Kim could clearly see had Dementor at the helm and two henchmen in the rear.
"AH HAH! WE GOT HER!" Dementor laughed victoriously. "TAKE HER DOWN, BUT CAREFUL NOT TO WRECK THAT SUPERSUIT!"
Through the trees Kim saw a large boulder, pushing herself to move even faster in a desperate attempt to reach cover. Her lungs burned from exhaustion, and her legs started to slow from being pushed too hard.
Just a few more meters.
"Almost... there!"
This was it! The home stretch!
In a final burst of strength, she leapt over the boulder and rolled into cover, just as concentrated energy fire tore into the rock. Small splinters of stone flew off, Kim crying in agony as a jolt of pain seared up her left arm; blood flowing from the wound. She clasped a hand tight over her injury, her fingers stopping the flow of blood while her mind wondered how to tackle those Diablo's.
Her battlesuit was useless, as was the Kimunicator.
She was heavily outnumbered and outgunned.
Her cover was rapidly being destroyed. She had roughly thirty seconds at best, then it would be open season.
She placed her hand on her abdomen again and knew that no matter what, she had to protect her unborn child. Kim's options were limited, but only one thing could give them both a chance at survival.
If there was one thing a villain loved more than defeating a hero, it was having one submit to them.
"DEMENTOR!" Kim yelled, almost screaming in desperation. "HOLD YOUR FIRE! I SURRENDER!"
The sound of energy fire suddenly ceased, though the ringing in Kim's ears remained. She could just barely hear Dementor's surprised response.
"Wait, what did you say?" he said, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"I SAID I SURRENDER!" Kim repeated, making her intent clear. "DON'T SHOOT! I'M COMING OUT!"
Silently praying that it would work, Kim held up her hands and stepped out from behind the boulder; half of it had been practically sheared away from the energy blasts. She approached the Diablo's with her hands raised, stopping a few feet from them. Her gaze was lowered, making her submission clear.
Dementor's hover vehicle landed, the diminutive villain hopping out while flanked by two of his henchmen. He chuckled gleefully, a triumphant smirk on his face as he reveled in his victory.
"So, the Fraulein has lost her fighting spirit, eh?" he laughed. "Not so special without your fancy toys, are you?"
"Spare me the gloating, Dementor!" Kim huffed, as she involuntarily rolled her eyes. "I've already surrendered! You don't need to rub it in!"
"Oh, I think I earned a little gloating! All these years and I finally achieved a well earned victory!"
"All these years and I seriously can't believe you're still after my battlesuit again!" Kim shot back, who couldn't help but grin. "You should know how well that went the first time. Or did all those punches to the head affect your memory?"
Seeing his eye twitch with humiliation, Kim knew he clearly still remembered the details of that particular defeat.
"Yes, the juvenile 'why are you hitting yourself?' bit," he shuddered, clenching his teeth. "Oh yes, I'll never forget it! But I won't be making the mistakes the last two times! Now, enough with the talking! I shall be taking you prisoner!"
Dementor snapped his fingers and his two henchmen approached Kim. Taking out magnetic shackles, they pulled Kim's hands behind her back and put them on. It wasn't comfortable, the heroine wincing from the pain in her arm.
At least she and her child were still alive.
"Hah! This is too good!" Dementor laughed again, holding his sides as the henchmen lead Kim to the craft. "Not only do I have the supersuit but I also have the great Kim Possible as hostage!"
Not giving him the satisfaction of a response, Kim remained silent and boarded the craft; the henchmen taking a seat either side of her and guarded her closely. Boarding his craft, Dementor once again let out another victorious laugh before manning the controls. It was there he noticed something on scanner.
"Ah, it seems we have someone trying to mount a rescue," he grinned, turning to look at Kim. "Let's give them a little welcome party."
"No!" Kim tried plead, only to be held firmly back by the henchmen.
The Dementor Diablo's responded to new orders with a salute, marching off towards the direction of their targets.
Soon the craft was airborne, returning to Dementor's lair.
From the gaps of the pine trees, Ron and the other's watched helplessly as Dementor's craft took off toward the mountains.
"No! Kim!" Ron cried out. "KIM!"
He was too fixated on the sky, that he was unaware of the approaching Diablo robots.
"Stoppable! Look out!" Agent Du reacted fast, tackling Ron out the way as a bolt of energy smashed into the tree behind them, showering them with a rain of splinters.
Marching through the trees, the squad of Dementor Diablo's approached their targets in formation. Summoning his blue comet glow, Hego quickly grabbed hold of a nearby rotting tree stump and tore it from the ground.
With a well aimed throw, he sent the stump smashing directly into one of the Diablo's, reducing it to a sparking wreck. Du, ever quick to analyse the situation, formulated a battle plan.
"We know Dementor's lair is nearby and he must be controlling those Diablo's from there," he said, evading another blast. "If we can disable one with damaging its power core, we could trace the signal back to wherever he's hiding!"
"Sounds like a plan," Ron agreed.
"This is going to take us some time," Hego pointed out, as the machines advanced on them.
"Then let's speed things up!"
Summoning forth the ancient Mystical Monkey Power, Ron was surrounded by a mini-vortex ethereal energy. His eyes glowed the same blue, while the haunting screams of primates once again filled the air. From the expression on his face, Du knew he was not playing around.
"Rufus! Time to go for a spin!"
The naked mole rat, radiating the same power suddenly stiffened his body; extending his arms, legs and tail into a star formation. Holding Rufus by the teeth, Ron threw him toward the Diablo's like a shuriken.
Faster than lighting, Rufus spun through the air, striking one of the machines and rebounding into another, repeating the process and tearing into the armor with each successful hit.
Weapons were smashed.
Limbs severed cleanly.
Sparks erupted from damaged wires.
Rufus had become a living weapon of pinpoint destruction.
Du and Hego watched as the Diablo's were swiftly reduced to a pile of scrap, except for one that had all four limbs severed. Once the carnage was over, Rufus returned to Ron's hand. The poor little guy was quite dizzy from the experience.
"Woah," he groaned weakly, his eyes spinning as he fell on his back.
"Sorry Rufus," Ron apologized, as he checked on him. "You good?"
Rufus gave him a thumbs up, before passing out.
"Take five, little buddy," Ron then put Rufus in his pocket.
"Huh, I thought the R&D guys were joking with Rufus Factor," Du said.
Taking out his Ronunicator, Ron plugged it into the damaged Diablo as he contacted Wade; the teen's face appearing on screen.
"Wade, we need you to trace the activation signal of this Diablo!" Ron said, urgently. "Dementor has Kim!"
"Got it! Running trace now!"
Wade worked his magic, isolating the activation frequency the Diablo's needed; easy since it was the exact same signal Drakken used for his plan. He then uploaded the target to the signal tracker, the compass pointing the direction of Dementor's lair.
"Thanks Wade," Ron said, as he and the other's broke into a run. "Owe you big time."
"By the way, I been in contact with GJ," Wade said. "A small rescue team has picked up Wego's and are taking them to the nearest hospital. Mego will be arriving with a mobilized strike force at Dementor's lair. I'm re-routing them to pick you guy's up."
"Got it bud, and thanks again!"
The com-link cut, and the trio continued on until they were clear from the trees. Halting in their tracks, they paused to catch their breath and waited until the transport picked them up.
With that moment to spare, it gave Ron time to think. About his future.
More importantly, their future.
It was an inevitable journey in his life he had always wanted to take with Kim. Of course, Mr. Barkin's infamous high school assignment did shake his confidence in that department. However, after seeing that scan of his child and getting over the initial shock, he actually felt excited about the prospect of parenthood. Boy or girl, it didn't matter to him.
As long as their child was as beautiful as Kim.
Ron just hoped they weren't too late.
When they arrived at the lair, Kim put up no resistance when her mission gear was confiscated; her battlesuit taken away for Dementor to study. Fortunately for her, the henchmen had the decency of allowing her to change out of her battlesuit in privacy and into spare clothes; a white tee, grey track pants and worn gym shoes. The clothes were a size too big but she couldn't complain. It was better than nothing.
Afterwards Kim had the cut on her arm tended to, which wasn't too bad and bandaged firmly. It was then that a somewhat cheerful henchman whistling a tune approached them.
"Hey there, Myron," a henchman said. "Just finishing up with the prisoner."
"Ah, good. BIL asked me to escort the prisoner to the cell block and keep an eye on her," he waved at Kim. "Hey there, long time no see! Uh, no hard feelings about last time?"
Kim frowned, crossing her arms.
"Kidnapping my older cousin in a bid to get my battlesuit? Oh yeah, I'm still annoyed about that!"
"Fair enough."
They walked along the corridors of the lair, the henchmen making idle conversation with each other. Kim kept quiet and focused on maintaining her cool facade, despite the near overwhelming anxiety that troubled her; if the others clued in on her condition, then Dementor wouldn't hesitate to use it to his advantage. It was just her luck that nausea picked that moment to rear its ugly head, Kim holding her stomach as she struggled to maintain her composure.
It wasn't long before they reached an open cell door; the interior 6 by 8 feet, with a simple bed, toilet and sink. The walls were concrete and painted a dull grey. A dimly lit fluorescent bulb was the only light in the room.
Unable to hold it in any longer, Kim made a mad dash for the toilet; the heroine coughing and heaving as she threw up. The henchmen were surprised, wondering if she was okay.
"Is she sick or something?" a henchman said, the other shrugging.
Somewhat concerned, Myron leaned his head through the door.
"Hey, you good?" he asked.
"I'm fine! Just a stomach bug going around university," Kim simply said, omitting the whole truth. "No... ugh... big."
"You, uh, want a bottle of water?"
"If it's... ugh... not to much trouble."
"Alright, I'll be back in a jiffy," Myron said, as he began closing the door. "Try and make yourself comfortable."
Then the door closed and Kim heard his footsteps retreat down the corridor until she could hear no more. Now that she was alone, she finally allowed her defenses to drop and breathed out a heavy sigh.
Laying down on the bed, Kim closed her eyes as she curled up, her tears staining the thin mattress. She felt so scared and tired, wishing that Ron was by her side. She didn't even realize that she was faintly humming a tune, until she became aware of it. She consciously hummed the tune again and it was then she recognized it was an old lullaby, one that her mother used to sing to her when she was little: Somewhere over the rainbow.
Kim pictured herself in her childhood bedroom. Her mother sat on the edge of her bed, while a five year old Kim lay beneath the covers; bright green eyes slowly closing as she listened to the soothing melody of her mother's voice. Whenever she felt sad or scared, that song always brought her comfort.
Whenever it was for her own benefit or her unborn child, Kim didn't know she started singing. On some kind of subconscious level she felt in her heart that it would be of comfort to them both.
"And the dreams that you dare to dream," she continued to sing softly under her breath, her hand caressing her abdomen. "Really do come true."
Cheers erupted from assembled henchmen as Kim's battlesuit was brought into the main command room, Dementor holding it above his head. Myron entered shortly after, stopping briefly to witness his brother-in-law's celebrations and join in.
"Victory is ours!" Dementor declared, which was met with more cheers from his men.
With the excitement of a child on Christmas Day, Dementor hopped over to a large spectral scanner; a cylindrical machine with a sliding perspex door, and a powerful scanning device at the base. Placing the battlesuit inside, Dementor then activated the scanner.
With a gentle hum, the battlesuit was then suspended by anti-gravity generators, while scanning beams crisscrossed over the battlesuit. In-depth data of suit functions flooded onto the view-screen, Dementor grinning as he studied the technical data.
Physical augmentation; regenerative repair systems; force field generator; energy gauntlet; tactical grapple hook and stealth systems. Plus additional upgrades that were made, which required further study.
The possibilities of what he would be able to accomplish with such technology at hand filled. He had to admit that Kim's technical young friend certainly outdid himself.
"This is incredible!" he laughed. "The most impressive piece of technology in the world and it's mine, again!"
Dementor raised an eyebrow when he saw that the med-scan function was used twice in a short time frame.
"Huh, why would she run a med-scan on herself?" Dementor pondered, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "Come to think of it, she didn't put much of a fight. She surrendered pretty easily. Perhaps too easily."
"I think she's sick or something," Myron said. "She started throwing up when I put her in the prison cell, saying it was something she caught. I was actually on my way to the cafeteria to get her something to drink."
His curiosity piqued, Dementor brought up the med-scan function and the results were soon displayed on the view-screen.
A collective silence filled the room; the henchmen couldn't believe their eyes. The color drained from Myron's face, and his blood chilled when he heard Dementor start to laugh; a sinister chuckle at first, before it erupted into classic megalomaniac hysterics.
"Well, well, well! It seems the Fraulein is a lot more valuable than we thought!"
And that's the second chapter up!
Huge thanks to CajunBear73, Cthulhu rex, el409554, FrostedOracle, Frostbound Reverie and JenniferJhone for faving, subbing and reviewing. I'm glad everyone is enjoying this tale.
Once again, huge apologies for the continuity errors in the previous chapter. To be fair it has been some time since I last watched the show, though I am currently binge-watching the entire series when I can.
Only one more chapter to go before this tale is wrapped up.
