Kim Possible Porn Story: His Honor The Mayor Drew Lipsky Chapter 10

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Halloween….

So, you had the Princess here, all helpless and everything, and you didn’t do anything nasty to her? Shego smirked at Drakken as the two ate breakfast. Her second breakfast, technically, having downed a couple of danish before flying back from Go City in the wee hours of the morning.

Well, I did feed her veggie burgers, and try to analyze her! And, do you think Kim Possible, emotionally distraught, with only one working arm, really counts as ‘helpless’? Drakken was reading the news on his computer screen, something he’d neglected the day before. If I had only heard about this yesterday….This may seem uncharacteristic, but I feel sorry for Kimberley, having to get such a strong dose of reality at her age!

Shego looked at him thoughtfully, nodding slowly. Yeah, that sort of thing can be hard to take. Saw some video footage from that incident, one of the raiding team recorded the event for posterity, then apparently had it censored. Too many of the targets were unarmed at the time of the raid. They had weapons in the building, lots of weapons, but they weren’t carrying any just then.

Drakken looked intrigued. And Kim Possible?

Shego paused a moment, then shrugged, Well, after the shooting stopped, there was one of the local CT pointing their weapon at a pile of junk and screaming for someone to come out, or he’d shoot! He was wound up pretty tight, and I think close to pulling the trigger when he was stopped by a guy who sounded Welsh to me. Then this second guy coaxes someone out from under the junk. Looked like a boy at first, wearing mostly rags, head wrapped. But when the wrap came off, it was Possible. Nearly fell out of my seat! She seemed…well, guess what, shocked senseless?

She took a long swallow of chocolate before resuming, Camera guy lost interest in her, though, started showing the rest of the place, the capture of the two bad guys they didn’t kill, they’d found cover and stayed down, too, ’til all the bloodlust had run it’s course. Then came some screaming, hysterical screaming, that might have been Possible. But this guy had worked his way to the far end of the warehouse, and had to thread his way back through a maze, with practically everyone else trying to beat him to the source of the noise, it seemed. Screaming stopped before he reached the source, and didn’t see Possible in any subsequent footage. Saw Du, though. Don’t think he’d ever seen that sort of thing before, either.

Drakken rested his chin in the palm of one hand, tapping the side his jaw thoughtfully. PTSD is the most likely answer, I think. You know, in Stoppable’s last Opus, ‘So the Drama’, he credited me with trying to understand what made Kim Possible tick. And it occurs to me, I never did anything of the sort. Never tried to ‘know my enemy’! Of course, I did count on you for insights into her.

Shego looked mildly astonished. Me? Why, because I’m female, too? Not smart, Doc, me and the Princess come from different worlds!

Yet your advice about her was right almost every time. Especially on the occasions I chose not to heed it! His eyes drifted to a blinking icon on his computer screen. Hoping for a change of subject, Shego leaned forward to look for herself. What is it?

Drakken scowled. It seems Uncle Frederick has sent me a message.

Shego’s face showed a flicker of relief, and a lot of curiosity, before she hid both under a sarcastic smile. Great! Let’s see what Izzy has to say!

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Anne Possible returned to the master bedroom to find James nearly finished dressing. He regarded her with one eyebrow raised. Well?

She smiled ruefully at him before stepping into the attached bathroom and starting the shower. No big surprise, she woke up absolutely determined to go to school today! She called out to him, That lasted until she tried to get out of bed! She didn’t realize what a toll yesterday took on her physically, not just emotionally.

Looking in the dresser mirror as he finished knotting his tie, James shoulders slumped. He walked over to the bathroom door, as the sounds indicated that Anne was now under the shower. Honey, do you really think Kim needs psychiatric counseling?

Absolutely! James winced at her reply, And it’s long overdue! Keep wondering if we missed any signs of her problem. And we did see some, but we didn’t have anything to tie them to! Letting it fester inside her this long…though, she didn’t actually realize she had a problem either, until recently, I believe.

My little girl, what did I let you do to yourself? Then James stamped down hard on that thought. I gave you freedom, which you deserved, and let you chose freely, which you earned! But he slumped dispiritedly against the wall. But I didn’t see those signs of trouble, Anne did! I just dismissed them as something mysterious and female oriented, an easy out for me! I don’t want to think of you being in such pain, and my being ignorant of it! The realization that Anne was talking brought him abruptly out of his musings. What, Sweetheart?

She was silent for a moment, and he could imagine her rolling her eyes, but with a smile on her face. I said, Kim indulged in a little blackmail! She says, since she has to stay home tonight, she’ll deal with the trick-or-treaters, and we can go to the Barr party. She pointed out that we’ve been invited the last five years, at least, and we really have no excuse not to, this time!

James scowled. Well, I still think we only got those invitations five years ago because of Kim! Now, maybe we’d earn them for our positions at our work, but…well, we have had legitimate excuses before, and none this year, except having to take care of Kim, that is!

The shower cut off, and Anne replied, Kim will be fine by this evening, I’m sure! She’s just a bit tired right now, and last night’s sleep wasn’t enough for her to recover from yesterday. And, she has another reason for asking us to go. She says Drew has been invited to the party, and she’d like us to be there, to see what happens!

James held his position with difficulty, resisting the urge to look her in the eyes and ask her to repeat herself. He had a hunch his interest in Drew Lipsky would vanish if he looked in on his wife at that moment. Drew going to a party? Last one I saw him at was a Frat kegger at MIST, where we all….well! I wonder what prompted Ed Barr to invite him?

He’ll most likely have all the candidates there, from what I’ve heard. In fact, about what I’ve heard…. She swept out of the bathroom in her robe, and picked up their cordless bedside phone. As she chose some underwear from her dresser, she dialed a number. She stepped into the walk-in closet as the phone began to ring.

Hello?

Bernadette? It’s Anne Possible. James and I were considering attending your father’s party tonight, and I was wondering about some stories I’ve heard about it?

Tales of debauchery and craziness? Well, when we were kids, my parents always found somewhere else for us to spend the night in order to miss the party. But, even then the stories were probably exaggerated. And as the regular attendees got older, the parties probably became much tamer. Frank was really disappointed when he hit 18, and got to attend one for the first time. He said it was just another cocktail party, with costumes. Optional, by the way, roughly half of the guests dress semi-formally. My attendance should have been mandatory since I became an adult, but I’ve missed them all, because of my service in the Navy. Can’t say I’m looking forward to it, but it would be nice to see some friendly faces. Oh, how’s Kim?

Feeling rundown, I’m not letting her go to school today. She’s missing too much, but it can’t be helped right now. Anne emerged from the closet fully dressed, to find that James had left, probably to start his own breakfast.

Well, she’s maintaining an A-minus average in her grades so far this year, so her problems aren’t affecting them. She’s been keeping whatever it is buried deep, consciously or not.

I think we already know what ‘it’ is, Bernadette, her reaction to the violence she encountered last year.

Well, that’s the most likely culprit, but it might be something else, or a combination of things…sorry, don’t mean to be a pessimist, Anne! Bernie finished apologetically.

Anne made a dismissive gesture, even though Bernie couldn’t see it. No, you’re right! As I said, we ‘believe’ we know. Things may indeed be more complicated, or actually simpler. Anyway, I’m planning to have her go to see Doctor Cardien. According to Betty…Doctor Director, she has a security clearance that will allow Kim to discuss classified matters with her.

I’ve heard of her, she’s actually on a list the Navy gave me, in case I needed therapy myself. Well, it’s good she’s seeing someone, in any event! Listen, I really have to go, need to be at school before first bell, and…

And I have to get some breakfast before I head into work. Also need to make sure my sons are up. If they already are, they’re being uncharacteristically quiet. Which could stem from the grounding we hit them with. Starts tomorrow, they had a commitment for tonight I couldn’t bring myself to break for them. Oh, here I am, wasting both our time! I’ll see you at the party tonight, Bernadette, bye for now!

Good to hear, really! Bye for now.

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Ron Stoppable didn’t just keep his friends’ secrets, he kept a few of his enemies’ as well. One concerned Doctor Drakken’s family history. Lipsky was his Mother’s maiden name, which she had resumed after divorcing Drew’s father. The fact that the man had raised no objection at all when she also changed their son’s name to Lipsky spoke volumes as far as Drakken was concerned.

He had two uncles on his mother’s side. Anthony, Motor Ed’s father, had been business partners with Drew’s father. Neither was a particularly honest businessman. Uncle Tony had practically ignored Eddie, or at least done nothing to curb his wild behavior.

On the other hand, Frederick Isidor Lipsky had been a great favorite of Drew’s growing up. Though he hadn’t been around very often, he treated young Drew with great kindness when he visited. Once, Drew remembered traveling to Washington DC to visit him in a hospital, and having to pass through several guard posts to reach his room. He remembered asking his mother if Uncle Fred had been arrested, or something, causing her to laugh. He didn’t learn until much later how wrong he had been, or the truth behind Frederick’s long absences.

And now, communications between Drakken and his favorite uncle were difficult. Because Frederick Isidor Lipsky was now the head of the Inspector General’s Office for Global Justice. Yet he still occasionally sent messages to Drew, supposedly by a roundabout route. But Doctor Drakken had his doubts, wondering if the missives were actually approved by Frederick’s superiors.

And for the record, Shego would never call him ‘Izzy’ if there was any chance he’d hear of it. She respected Betty Director, and Frederick had been her mentor, and on two occasions Shego happened to overhear Betty Director admitting that in many areas she had yet to overtake her teacher’s skills. She really didn’t want to find out how hard ‘Uncle Fred’ could make her life if he wanted to.

Now his recorded visage appeared on the screen on Drakken’s computer. Frederick was just past sixty, with a neatly trimmed gray beard, and close-cropped hair. He was not in uniform, and the background suggested a basement room, but that could be window-dressing, or so Drakken surmised as he listened to the message.

Drew, there are three matters I wish to discuss. Firstly, whatever possessed your employee to do what she did to Edward, tell her that I’m provisionally happy to have heard about it. Provisionally because sometimes such treatment will make a person’s character worse, and Edward is quite bad enough, Thank You!

Shego rolled her eyes and shrugged, unabashed. Drakken tsk-tsked, with a slight smile.

Secondly, your political ambitions. Though your background may not prevent your election, it may just hinder any efforts by Middleton to receive funds from many places, including the Federal Government. Just a thought.

Shego tapped her lips, nodding thoughtfully, while Drakken grimaced.

And now to the last, and most important, matter. I have intelligence suggesting that you’re on Gemini’s latest hit list. Both villains straightened in their respective seats. I don’t know why, or maybe I should say how, you managed it…well, WWEE was testing a new drone aircraft some time ago, not sure about the date. They stole the components, including a cutting edge guidance system from Japan. Gemini insisted the aircraft be assembled and proven immediately, and they never did study the guidance system, among others, so they could duplicate it. Anyway, they lost it over the Atlantic… Drakken’s eyes widened, then tried to cross, as Shego listened with a puzzled look on her face. They recovered the Black Box from it, and apparently the last image it visually recorded was a bright green ball of energy heading right for it, which had enough Electro-Magnetic energy to fry all unshielded components, which due to the haste in assembling it, was practically everything.

Shego’s eyes were bulging, while Drakken’s forehead impacted the table top with a loud ‘thump’.

So, they lost the plane, and can’t make any more, which is mostly Gemini’s fault, of course, as if he would admit that! And he’s apparently decided it was a deliberate attack. And under the circumstances, I’d have to interpret it the same way! I mean, over the whole Atlantic Ocean, there’s no possibility that you could somehow randomly shoot down his plane, is there? I don’t know what game you’re playing, Drew, but he’s angry, and probably irrationally so. Beware! I would hate to see my sister heartbroken at your grave, Nephew. I’d wish you good luck, but that would be somewhat cynical. Take care Drew. And the message cut out.

Shego looked at Drakken aghast as he slowly raised his head and regarded her. What? Over the Atlantic? Oh, no, don’t tell me, Dementor’s Pollen? Drakken nodded, then gave her a quick summary of their trip to Bermuda, and the distant explosion he’d heard. Shego’s jaw dropped. So, you’re saying, ‘I shot an arrow into the air’ and managed to shoot down Gemini’s new toy? Doy! I would never believe that was an accident! And a professional paranoid like Gemini? Forget it!

Drakken shook his head. Shego, Gemini could have accidentally flown his drone right in here, and ‘accidentally’ fired off a weapon, and you could have destroyed it in response, and he still would think of it as a deliberate assault on him! In fact, some of our colleagues have been worried about him lately. Wouldn’t take much of an incident for governments to suddenly start treating us the same way they do terrorists, after all! And then, no Global Justice non-lethal policy, anymore! In fact, probably no more Kim Possible being allowed to deal with us.

Shego grimaced. Wouldn’t that be a disaster! She pointed up at the roof. Okay, do you think maybe someone up there really doesn’t like us?

Drakken smirked. Getting religious, all of a sudden?

Shego grinned back. Why not? Maybe we should all get religion! I mean, I’ve gotten Eddie ready to become a Hari Krishna, or maybe a monk in some monastery somewhere!

Don’t call me ‘grasshopper’, dude, Seriously! Drakken quipped.

Shego chuckled, then sobered up. So, what do we do about Gemini?

Drakken’s visage also became serious. Call Jack Hench, and get a full staff sent over. Combat capable, and pay the premium, we don’t want the ones we usually have for Kim Possible to play with. Not if Gemini goes over the top! Shego was already on her cell, but not to Henchco.

Camille Leon? The devil’s calling in her marker, call me back within the hour, capische? In response to Drakken’s puzzled look, she explained, Professional obligations take precedence over leisure activities. I need a replacement at the show tonight. And with her shape-changing ability, we should have no problem coming up with something. I’ll have to trust Monty to make sure she doesn’t get light-fingered, though! She began dialing Henchco, You know, this might be a trick to keep you out of public places, or maybe not a trick, the warning might have been officially sent to prevent some kind of massacre of innocents…Hello, Jack? It’s Shego. We have an urgent need for some heavyweight security here.

She paused to listen a moment. No, it’s Gemini! And don’t let the fact he never gives you any business affect your rates. But on that subject, that modeling gig we discussed, for the new catalog? No, not your original proposal, the ‘modified’ one you came up with, just before I hung up on you? Yes, I’ll agree to that, in exchange for either a favorable rate, or receiving more then our money’s worth if we pay full price, how’s that sound? She listened a moment then fluttered her eyelashes in irritation and pursed her lips briefly. All right, one bathing suit, but nothing more revealing then any you let your last wife wear in public! Okay, that’s a deal, but expedite their arrival, our warning is dated. Thanks Jack, Ciao!

She closed her cellphone and tossed it on the table, blowing her bangs off her forehead with a long slow exhalation. Drakken regarded her soberly. Shego, Thank You, I know how much that cost you.

She made a dismissive wave. Not a problem! Stipulations of my contract. Keep you alive and safe, from all external threats! Oh, and try occasionally to prevent you harming yourself, if possible. You still going to that party tonight?

Drakken steepled his fingers and thought about it, then nodded. As you said, this might be a trick to scuttle my political campaign, which is an odd thing to call it, considering I haven’t campaigned! I want to see how far I can go with this thing, though his point was valid, about my record.

And mine! If you actually made me Chief of Police, you could say goodbye to any cooperation with other departments, from local on up to the Feds! Or, they’d cooperate, but not completely.

Yes, I see your point. Still, you might be an improvement on the current Chief! Old Fraternity brother of our Mayor. Had all the right education for the job, but his resume doesn’t entirely hold up under scrutiny. No outright fabrications, but he definitely didn’t spend the ten years between college and taking the Chief’s job in the manner he claims. And now, he spends more time with the business of his private security firm then he does doing his job. Mostly cleaning up some mess they’ve caused, like that incident at the MC Honey concert last month. He practices nepotism as a fine art, but not, thankfully, on the Police Force. A funny expression crossed his face, and he suddenly cackled with amusement. Did you hear what I just said? Oh, Shego, why do I let myself get carried away so easily on a whim! Still, I’m not abandoning this one, until I see how far I can take it!

Shego shook her head wearily. So, that means we’re going to a party tonight?

Drakken nodded. Oh, yes! The question is, to wear a costume or not!

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Kim found herself waking up for the second time that morning close to eleven, and made a face. She remembered her mother coming in to say she had to leave, and Kim had said she’d be getting up right away. But, she’d leaned back and closed her eyes…

Feh! she muttered, then threw her covers off and sat up, swinging her legs off the bed. She still felt tired, but had a very urgent need to get up now. Nevertheless, she moved slowly, until her balance steadied. Then she made her way as quickly as she dared to the bathroom, and dealt with her need.

Emerging only after making a cursory effort to tame her ferocious bedhead, she wandered to the kitchen, and was relieved not to find a breakfast gone cold while she slept. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mom knew I’d conk out again. I hope I’m as good a mother to mine and Ron’s children when I grow up.

She prepared her own meal without incident, interested in the process of planning her actions in advance to accommodate her disability. Well, I am a planner by nature. Yet, I improvise on the fly so often. That’s me, Kim Contradiction! She smirked as she began eating and looking around. What can I do to occupy myself? Well, first, take a bath! Then…I’m not so sure about climbing to the loft, but I need fresh clothes! Maybe I’ll feel better with food in me.

In the event, she found that her mother was again one step ahead of her. She found a note on the steps up to the loft. She read it aloud. ‘Kim, please check the dresser drawers in the guest room. Yes, I said something to you about it, but I don’t think you were awake! Please take it easy, Sweetheart, Home early to change for the party. Love, Mom!’ Kim rolled her eyes, but smiled fondly as she trekked back downstairs to the guest room.

Bathed and dressed, she came to another unpleasant realization. School Books! Can’t do any of my assignments, they’re still at school! Another thought then occurred. My Kimmunicator! Did anyone bring it home? Oh, I was really out of it yesterday, wasn’t I? Momentarily depressed, she rallied and headed for the guest room again to straighten it up. One-armed bed making she’d already mastered with her own bed. But something was missing. Pandaroo! I wonder if…No, might be a bad idea, I like to hug him with both arms, could end up doing something in my sleep that would hurt my shoulder! Haven’t done it yet, but…

Even though the first trick-or-treaters were hours away, she began to organize things for that evening, humming to herself as she worked. Then she stopped, brow furrowed. I’m really behaving normally, right now! But, I’m no fool, whatever’s bothering me is still there. I just seem to be able to ignore it? I’m thinking about it now, though, yet I’m not getting all tensed up! Okay, a psychiatrist I’m not, but how does this work, anyway? She continued her preparations, now with a puzzled frown on her face. Eventually she concluded that her previous day’s behavior had let some kind of pressure off, that had been building up inside her for some time. She was just benefiting from that release now. Well, for an amateur, that’s as good a theory as any, I guess.

At noon, she sat down and turned the TV on. She used the picture-in-picture function to show the news in one corner of the screen, as she watched a Knowledge Channel documentary on the history of All Hallows’ Eve.

The program was up to Middle Age traditions when her eyes suddenly focused on the smaller picture. A face that seemed familiar was on the news. She pushed the ‘Swap’ button, switching the programs on the screen. The picture was of a woman of about forty, with short blonde hair, sitting on a sofa, with a young girl about a year and a half old cradled in her left arm. The woman’s right arm was a prosthesis. The caption along the bottom of the screen read: ‘Melinda Hunter, Naval Reservist, kidnap victim.’

Melinda. Kim whispered, and began to watch raptly.

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Stoppable! Were you planning to join the rest of your classmates in their attempts to improve their minds, or were you just planning to see if you could steam up that whole display case with your breath? Ron stood up straight and spun around from a display case devoted to the Mad Dogs’ football teams down through the years. There were separate ones for the Basketball and Track and Field teams in other parts of the building, as well as two covering the remaining team sports. Mister Barkin had typically been standing right behind him when he’d announced his presence.

Um, Sorry Mister B! I was just looking at pictures of some of the old teams, and I saw this one, He pointed, And…am I nuts, or is that Miss Barr in uniform?

That’s an affirmative to both questions, Stoppable! Miss Barr was a junior, and tried out for the team as a kicker. Kicked in two games, with mixed results. Accurate, but couldn’t get enough height on her kicks! Two out of four field goals, with two blocked, four of six extra points, with two blocked. Didn’t try out the following year, turned her attention to the Swim team, was on one or two relay teams, but overall team record that year was rather poor. Now, having satisfied your admirable curiosity regarding your school’s athletic past, are you aware that you will be late for class in exactly… He consulted his watch, Forty-Five seconds?

Well, then it’s lucky that I happen to be right across the hall from my next one, isn’t it? Ron replied with a wide grin, then ducked past the glowering assistant principal and through the door to History class.

He had barely dropped into his seat when Bonnie Rockwaller leaned over from hers and tapped his shoulder. How’s your girlfriend? Her tone was snarky, but only a pale shadow of her usual delivery, as if she was hiding something. Like real concern.

Did something happen to Kim? Why isn’t she here today? This came from Tara, seated behind Bonnie.

Ron struggled to come up with an answer, and wondered why Miss Fielder wasn’t here, to give him an out by starting class. Well, Um, she had a bad day yesterday, and it took a lot out of her. It sounded lame to him, even as he said it.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. Look, Ron…Stoppable, I already know a lot! Kim, her parents, her brothers, Buzz and his parents, all in the Principal’s Office, then Kim leaving without stopping for her coat, crying! So, something upset her, badly, and I’m betting it’s something to do with what’s on the news about her. She rescued some Navy guys, and got caught in a massacre by some trigger-happy local troops! What did she do, just try breezing along after something like that, thinking she was immune to…. she suddenly choked up. Ron was experiencing a mix of anger and bewilderment, then outright shock joined in.

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder! Tara whispered, causing both Bonnie’s and Ron’s jaws to drop as their heads snapped around to look at the blonde. My Uncle Bob had that! Three years after he came back from the first Gulf War, he suddenly got so weird he had to put himself in the hospital for a few months. It’s sneaky, and can wait a long time before it surprises you, he said! And now you think Kim has it? That’s Terrible!

Uh, well, we’re not completely sure… Ron’s mouth suddenly ran dry, and Bonnie decided to finish for him, But we’re almost sure! But we need to keep it a secret if we can, Tara! Ron’s jaw returned to it’s lowest extension as he looked at the brunette in utter surprise. She gave him an ‘Oh, Please!’ look, as Tara nodded solemnly, but Miss Fielder entered at that moment, and the time for conversation was past.

Ron was mystified by Bonnie’s behavior, but was unable to ask her any questions when the bell ended the class. Mostly due to being held up a couple of minutes after class to prove to Miss Fielder that he actually did know the difference between Stonewall Jackson and Andrew Jackson, and his slip-up in class had been a momentary lapse in attention.

Exiting the class, he didn’t head for the cafeteria. The incredible truth was, Ron sometimes lost his appetite on game day. Not that anyone was likely to believe that, but it was nevertheless true. Besides, he had decided to attend to two other bits of business.

For the first, he called Wade. Hey, Ron! Haven’t got long, I have a student coming in a few minutes. Wade made a face as he announced that.

No Problemo, Wadester! Just checking to see if my travel arrangements have been made?

Oh! Yeah, you’ll have a ride waiting tonight, but are you sure you want to go right after the game? Why not wait until tomorrow?

Ron shook his head, a determined look in his eye. Kim said not to go until after the game! But, she may try and talk me out of going altogether if I see her, and someone needs a lesson about spying on my BFGF, and I am the person to teach that lesson!

Wade nodded in resignation. Okay, but Kim might get mad!

Ron shrugged. If she does, she does! But, I can’t let this go, Wade! I’ll call you for the details on the ride later, I’ve got to go see Bernie about something, if she’s in her office.

Later, Ron!

Bernadette was in her office, and surprised to see Ron. She’d been watching the afternoon news, and wasn’t in the best mood, but brightened considerably when she saw her visitor. Hey Ron! Something wrong?

Ron hesitated uncertainly before speaking. I’m not sure. I’m sort of here to ask your opinion about that. It’s about a dream.

Bernie’s expression went from worried to very interested. Oh? One of your shared dreams with Kim?

Ron nodded. Yeah, but I don’t think she knew I was there in this one. Sort of felt like I was spying on her, though trying to understand the dream made me a little upset, about what it might mean. He took a deep breath. It wasn’t a nightmare, really, everything was real peaceful. It’s just that I don’t know what made her dream it, that’s all.

And until you tell me what you’re talking about, I can’t begin to guess, Ron. Bernie pointed out with a smile.

Oh, Right! Well, it started with her waking up. In a big double bed, but alone. And she got up, and there were no pictures, or anything, of a husband or boyfriend, which I sort of figured was me, natch. Anyway, there was a crib in the room, and in it was a mini-Kim, a beautiful little baby with red hair and green eyes. My point of view was kinda strange, like I was just drifting around the room, but always looking at her. And then she started what I guess would be a usual routine, taking care of the baby, getting dressed, making breakfast. But here’s the thing: she only had one arm! But she handled everything like she’d had lots of practice. What disturbed me was that I wasn’t there, and I wondered why!

Ron was wringing his hands now. I mean, if I had died, or something, and Kim been hurt on a mission or something, she’d have still had pictures of me, right? The only other possibility I thought of was that I had abandoned her because of…but I never would! He then noticed Bernie nodding in satisfaction. What?

It’s nothing to do with you, Ron. I don’t know why, but she seems to have been dreaming that she was someone else. Melinda Hunter, specifically. She was the other woman in the liberty party with me when we were grabbed. She’s…thirty-eight, and had an eight month old little girl at the time. We talk about once a month, these days. She lives in Pittsburgh, and she has mentioned that Kim has visited her several times. So, she was dreaming what it might be like to be in that situation, I suppose.

Ron nodded slowly, looking slightly relieved, if still puzzled. Well, I suppose that’s good news, for me! Do you think Kim has been checking up on all the victims?

Bernie shrugged. Well, maybe the ones who had to leave the service because of their injuries. She paused with a frown. Well, except I didn’t hear from her at all, from the day we were rescued, until we met in the hall here my first day after taking over from Mrs Graham. But then, she probably knew I had family around to help me, but Melinda only has her In-Laws, and they live in Oregon.

Ron looked troubled, as he remembered something. So, Kim went to visit that woman and her little girl, a few times? She has been going off solo a lot the last year, sometimes with kind of flimsy excuses. Well, Okay, the excuses involving my grades may have had some truth to them! Anyway, some of the trips were missions, and I felt real bad about her going alone. But I guess others were….well, I guess I don’t really know, do I?

Ron, do you still have any doubts, about you and Kim, as a couple?

Ron fidgeted nervously. Well, yeah! But that isn’t necessarily a bad thing, right? I mean, I’ve heard that taking something for granted is an easy way to lose it, right? I mean, except for the ‘Ron Factor’ thing, Kim usually had a good reason to go on a mission alone before. Or, a bad reason, but those were all my fault.

The ‘Ron Factor’? I read the story, but how much of that was true?

Oh, well, practically none of it! It was just that GJ put us through some tests to see how we each functioned alone, or with different partners. Easy little missions, or they were supposed to be, anyway! I can’t tell you how, but I sort of triggered some major trouble with WWEE, on one of mine! That’s how we first got on Gemini’s radar screen, that much is true. Kim did three solo missions for them, I did two. And she did two with Will ‘Dud’, I did two with Brenda Core, who surprisingly didn’t recommend summary execution in my case, I may have deserved it! Ron finished with a grin. Anyway, they finally decided Kim was good as a solo act, but somehow didn’t have the same mojo. Me, they decided to re-evaluate at a future date. Probably when they get some new people in, who haven’t heard about the first time, heh!

Brenda grinned back. Well, I didn’t think Gemini was the sort to offer you a Chimmarito Grande, to tell the truth!

Well, a WWEE agent once tried to give me a Naco with plastic explosive in it, but he was held up by Ned, who didn’t like his presentation. When he suddenly panicked and dove out the drive-thru window, Kim got wise and got rid of the Naco. Blew off half of the sign, but better that then us, right?

Brenda nodded, then a thought struck her. Oh, speaking of food, I hear you spent a month interning with Mister Pittman. He’s catering Dad’s party tonight. He actually said he wished he had you available instead of the guys he’s going to have to use. So, you must have made a favorable impression on him.

Ron smiled broadly. Oh, yeah, that was kinda cool, all the things they have to do for those parties and things. But, you know, I don’t remember too many details, I was always running almost on auto-pilot, you know? Most of what I was thinking about was Kim, and Senior Year. I worry about her more these days, I think, and I can’t think why, exactly. Maybe I did sense something wrong with her, maybe?

Bernie nodded thoughtfully. I wouldn’t be surprised. Or, maybe you’re thinking more realistically about what she does. I mean, considering your father’s occupation, maybe you’ve been thinking about the odds against her, or something.

Ron shook his head sharply. Oh, no! If I actually calculated the odds, I’d probably want to lock her up in a room somewhere. He paused, and smirked, Which would never happen, so I’d probably lock myself up, instead! That way…okay, it made sense to me there for a minute, I swear!

Before Bernie could answer, the bell rang. Ron shot to his feet. Aw, Man! Now I’m actually hungry, and I’ve skipped lunch!

Bernie smiled, shaking her head. Here, Ron! She opened a drawer and pulled out two energy bars, which she handed to him. If you get caught eating them, tell them I prescribed them, okay?

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Monique headed for the Possible home as soon as school let out. Ron would be going straight on the bus to Lowerton, the game being an early start, so Monique took it upon herself to check in on Kim. She found herself walking with the Tweebs, and getting an accurate account of what had happened the day before.

The narration came from two throats alternating, but in the interest of clarity: And that’s when Kim excused herself! We thought she was going to the nurse’s office, but she left, instead! And we all went looking for her, but Doctor Drakken found her first, and took her to his lair! And Mom went and got her, all by herself!

Monique shook her head in bewilderment. That girl has been doing a good job of hiding her problem, or I’ve been blind! Or maybe I don’t look for flaws in her behavior, or don’t…I’ll bet I’m just one more person wondering why they didn’t see it, aren’t I? I…Uh, Oh! There’s a problem! She pointed.

The Possible house was a block away, but clearly visible. A TV News van was parked in front of it, and Summer Dale could be made out pacing besides it, gesticulating sharply at her crew. Wonder what she’s here for? Oh, stupid question! Kim’s name is connected to the big story, of course she’s here to interview her! Wonder why she isn’t ringing the doorbell?

She already did! Tim replied. Monique looked down to see Tim with some kind of gadget in his hand, ‘pointed’ towards the distant newswoman. An earpiece was connected to the gadget, which seemed to be assembled from a PDA and two pens. She’s rung the bell several times, and nobody’s answered! But she knows Kim isn’t in school, and she thinks she’s inside, just not answering!

Oh, I hope Kim’s all right! Monique spoke in a worried tone. Then her face set in a determined look. We need to find out! I suppose you know a back way into your own house?

The Tweebs rolled their eyes. Several! Jim replied, So let’s stop standing here, and go see if Kim’s all right!

Ten minutes later they were inside. Monique headed directly for the living room. Kim was seated on the couch, staring into space, the plasma screen in front of her displaying some kind of program about Victorian England, but Kim wasn’t paying it any attention.

Monique approached quietly and sat on the couch next to Kim. As the cushions shifted under her weight, Kim blinked, then looked around and saw the three of them. Oh! Hi Mon, Hi guys! She smiled, then noticed the program on the screen, and scowled slightly, before shaking her head and turning the TV off.

You Okay, Girlfriend? Monique asked worriedly. You’ve apparently had the press pounding on the door, you know.

Kim nodded. I know! I’m fine, just didn’t want to talk to them, even to be polite. Just too run down, right now! Feeling better since I ate breakfast… Her stomach chose that moment to make a loud announcement. Kim colored slightly. Though I did skip lunch, I’m afraid!

Is something wrong, though? What made you skip lunch, for instance?

I… She looked at the Tweebs, Um, guys, can I talk to Mon privately, please and thank you?

They nodded, then Jim spoke up. First, we want to apologize if we upset you, yesterday, we knew how you’d react if you found out what we did, honestly! Yeah, Tim chimed in, So we’re not mad at you for what you did, just mad we got caught! Gotta go, have a nice talk! And they both dashed upstairs.

Kim just stared after them, mouth open to reply for a moment, then she snapped it shut. Those two! I love them, really, but… She shrugged, Never mind, back to your question! I was watching the news… She explained about Melinda Hunter, And then they announced that one of the others, maybe the guy who got them into the trouble, was missing, and they’re afraid he might be suicidal. Then they went to the other guy who retired, he’s deaf and blind on one side now. Jerry Goldin, he lives in West Virginia. And…Mon, I visited him once, but he’s surrounded by family and relatives, he has plenty of support. Melinda’s alone, and I’ve been to see her several times. But…I never went to see Bernie!

Kim stood up and began to pace. From the day I saw her on that stretcher, until I saw her in school, and found out she was the replacement nurse, I never contacted her at all! She helped me when I was little. I wanted a small life! One friend, Ron! My parents! And, well, I had to accept the Tweebs, even though I thought a little sister would be better! She grinned, But Bernie got me to widen my vision of my life, to try and be popular, to try and participate in group activities. Not always with success, but she kept me from giving up! And I never called her, or went to see her, all those months!

Well, you knew she was all right, and she has family around her, too, right? Monique reasoned, though from the look on her face, she felt her effort to be lame.

Kim looked at her as if frustrated that Monique didn’t get her point, then shook her head. I’m sorry, I guess I need to save this for when I see my psychiatrist. Her eyes suddenly widened. ‘My’ psychiatrist! Oh, Mon, I don’t know if I can handle that! I mean, talking to a stranger like that about my personal feelings! Doctor Director has told me more then once how poorly my interviews with the GJ shrinks have gone, and now I have to make it work, for my own sake! She huffed in frustration. But I need to try, I Know that! I’m not hung up about people thinking I’m crazy, or anything, I know I’ve got good reason to be messed up! Must have just thought I could handle it myself.

Monique smiled at her best friend, shaking her head. Of course you did! But, you might have realized sooner that you weren’t managing so well on your own! But, your natural ‘Kimness’, as Ron puts it, got in the way, I guess!

Kim nodded ruefully, but the sound of the garage door opening stopped her from continuing the conversation. Instead she began to move quickly about, checking on all the things she’d done to prepare for that evening.

Anne Possible came through the connecting door, frowning. Kim, are you all right? Miss Dale says she tried the door several times, and no one answered.

I know, Mom. I Just didn’t want to open the door to her, or anyone, right now! Then Kim grinned. But don’t worry, I’ll be open for business tonight! She indicated the bowls of treats waiting near the front door. After examining them briefly, Anne smiled guardedly. All right, if you’re feeling all right? Kim nodded in response, Then I’d better get my costume for this evening together. Since we’re going, might as well have some fun! Still regarding her daughter with some suspicion, she went up the stairs.

Phew! Kim dropped back onto the couch, cradling her injured arm. Well, I hope they both have a good time. And Ron has a good game. And you, what should I hope for, for you?

Monique rolled her eyes. Hope I don’t act out my feelings towards Trey Benton tonight, or we may be talking to each other through bars! You will not believe what he pulled on me today…

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Not far away, four female figures gathered in a small patch of woodland overlooking the possible house. Forgive my earlier impertinence, One spoke while respectfully bowing to another, You were correct in not changing our plan due to unexpected opportunity! We would not have been able to complete our plans with Miss Possible before the arrival of her brothers and friend, or even before her mother returned home!

The other nodded in acceptance, but replied, But that is not the point! We must take as many steps as possible to delay the discovery of our visit, and the actions we will take! The plan may not preserve the secret long, though we can hope for fortuitous circumstances! We will now proceed as planned, when she is alone tonight!

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Bernadette Barr was acting as hostess briefly while her mother was occupied, and was hoping that it wouldn’t be too long. She was wearing a cowgirl outfit, with low boots, which were easier for her to manage with an artificial foot. Her clothes were authentically rough, not a modern costume. Her gun belt held a real working replica of an 1875 Remington Revolver, empty of course. It was mostly dark gray, with a blue shirt and a red bandanna.

The Rockwallers were arriving, party of five. Bonnie was still not an adult, but her two older sisters flanked their father, dressed in 1920s style flapper outfits. Bennett himself was done up as a George Patton-style General, wearing an old style fatigue cap instead of a helmet, and a regulation belt and holster with a pearl-handled .45 automatic in it. He also had the inevitable swagger stick.

His wife wasn’t much for fancy parties, and had stayed home to deal with trick-or-treaters, but his sister and brother-in-law were present. Don Leo was dressed as a Viking, with plastic battleaxe, horned helmet, and all. At six feet seven, and two hundred seventy pounds, down somewhat from his playing days, he made an impressive sight. His wife Samantha was wearing a 1920s era swimming outfit, a far cry from the small bikinis she’d worn during her beach career. She still made quite an impression on the male guests. The women’s costumes weren’t revealed until they were inside and had shed their coats, it being a bit chilly out for the light wear.

The Gearys showed up next, just three in number. Joe Senior and Sheila were dressed as George and Martha Washington. Joe Junior, obviously unhappy to be present, was dressed as a prohibition-era gangster, in pin-stripe suit and sharp white fedora. Since the balloon incident, he’d been on a short leash with his parents, College freshman or not. He’d already had to drive Cameron to school a couple of times, and pick her up in the afternoon, something he was desperate to keep his frat brothers from finding out. Once inside, he began idly checking out the female help, especially the servers hired by Pittman Catering for the event. Many of them were college girls themselves, needing money more then a night out having fun this Halloween.

The Stoppables arrived next, Dean Stoppable dressed as Teddy Roosevelt, his wife as a witch, oddly enough. Bernie greeted them with a touch more warmth then the previous arrivals. Well, so you finally managed to attend one of these, Bernie? Dean asked, smiling. Kind of odd, living here your whole life, and missing all the earlier ones!

Bernie smiled back. Well, the first year I was old enough, I enlisted on my birthday, and wasn’t even in the country for any of them after that, until this year. Then her eyes shifted to the next arrivals, and her smile widened. Whoa! Nice outfits! Are we the Doctors Jones tonight? And are the whips real? She added with a mischievous smile.

Anne Possible grinned back, replying in a low voice, That’s for us to know, etcetera! How are you doing, Bernie? The Doctors Possible were wearing outfits reminiscent of Indiana Jones, differing in some details. Anne’s jacket was black, her fedora a light tan. James also had a canteen slung across his chest in addition to the coiled whip on his shoulder.

Bernie answered in an equally low tone. I’ll be better when I’m done with the ‘Meet and Greet’, that I can tell you! I’d…what the hell? She was looking down the sidewalk at another approaching couple. The Possibles turned and saw who was coming as well. Drew? James muttered in astonishment.

Doctor Drakken was dressed as a vampire, apparently, in a black suit with a ruffled red shirt, and the usual red-lined black cape. Shego was on his arm, and barely inside a slinky, low-cut dress, black, liberally decorated with sequins. Her hair was piled high on top of her head, and she was wearing some serious bling.

Um, welcome to the party, Mister Lipsky! Bernie stammered out when they reached her. Are you both vampires? I can’t…oh! Shego had opened her mouth in a wide smile, revealing a pair of subtle fangs. That answers that, I Guess! And no coats? Well, enjoy yourselves, father should be about somewhere, I’m sure he wants to talk to you, Mister..

Drew, please, Miss Barr! Bernadette, I believe? Drakken replied, showing a great deal more charm then a fan of Ron’s fiction would have imagined. Bernie nodded, and Drakken smiled, I’m sure we’ll have a fine time! Come, Shego, let’s mingle! He started into the crowd. Shego rolled her eyes theatrically, then followed.

Well, the evening just got way more interesting! Bernie commented. Both Possibles nodded in agreement.

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The Tweebs left just at sunset, along with several others their age, and a chaperon. Kim sighed as they left, smiling faintly. Well, at least I don’t have to escort them! Twice was enough, especially when they didn’t like the treat they got, and tried to ‘trick’ someone! She settled down to wait for her first customers, who weren’t long in coming.

She wasn’t wearing a costume herself, though the Tweebs and Monique had suggested a mummy, with her arm still pinned to her chest by some bandages. It had been tempting, until she found out she’d have to use the leftover bandages from the Tweebs’ costumes from last year. She’d decided to pass, the ‘zombie’ odor her brothers had come up with still lingered in the wrappings.

It was after her third group of the night that it happened. She had just sat back down on the couch, when the news came over the radio. …we now have our second final of the night in high school football action. In a game marred by twelve turnovers by the combined teams, the Lowerton Lemurs upset the Middleton Mad Dogs 24 to 23. Ron Stoppable scored three touchdowns in the losing effort, one on defense, and gained 178 total yards, but Middleton was undone by bad ball handling, Lowerton scoring two defensive touchdowns on interceptions. Since the graduation of Brick Flagg, quarterback has been a problem spot for Middleton… Kim clicked off the radio with a grimace. Oh, well, Ron better come by for a little morale boost after that.

She suddenly felt a slight tickle on the back of her neck. Then her eyes closed and she slumped limply on the couch. A figure rose from behind the couch, and made a hand gesture towards the kitchen door. Three more figures reponded quickly, rushing into the living room. They were all dressed in ninja style clothes, dark gray save for red trim around their collars. They all bore bulky bundles on their backs. The three new arrivals unbuttoned their collars and turned them down, revealing a white lining. Two took hold of Kim with great care, lifting the sleeping girl and bearing her towards the back of the house, towards the guest room.

The third turned to the girl with her collar still buttoned. You have your instructions, carry out your task! The addressed ninja bowed, and her superior left. She then turned and extinguished the light in the entryway, so she would be backlit when she opened the door by the light from the living room. The outside light over the door was shining brightly enough in visitors’ eyes to prevent them from seeing her face clearly, if she stayed back far enough from the door.

Her first test came quickly. A brother and sister held their bags out, and she deftly flipped treats into them. The little girl’s eyes widened. Cool costume! She enthused. Her brother rolled his eyes. Ninjas are so old! He stated with mild derision, then turned and walked back towards their waiting mother. His sister smiled weakly in apology, then turned and dashed after him. The Ninja shrugged and closed the door until the next visitors.

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Freed from door duty, Bernie was chatting with Ollie Pittman, the portly caterer.

Oh, yes! That Stoppable boy was a wonder, sometimes! I didn’t always understand how he managed it, but he could run off a couple of hundred hors’deuves in remarkably short time! I tell you, the boy has talents! He stopped to watch three men dressed as identical toy soldiers walk past. Quite nice costumes! Wonder who they are?

Bernie shrugged. Her attention had been drawn to someone in what she guessed was a Captain Morgan costume, though she couldn’t remember offhand if Captain Morgan had needed an eye patch. Not sure, might be some of my brother’s frat friends, crashing the party! They’ve done it before. Her parents, father in Edwardian splendor, mother as Marie Antoinette, were holding court at the entrance to the main parlor. Her brother Franklin, wearing a fancy Civil War era Union General’s dress uniform, and sister Suzette, as the Bride of Frankenstein, were animatedly talking to the Gearys. Her younger brother Wilson was nowhere to be seen, however, unless he was one of the toy soldiers. If he wasn’t, then maybe they weren’t frat boys after all.

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Ron Stoppable settled into his seat on the small executive jet even as it began it’s take-off roll at the Tri-Cities Airport. He massaged his neck with one hand as he buckled in with the other. Losing the game had hurt, in more ways then one. He hoped he was going to have better luck on his current mission. Kim isn’t going to be too happy with me, but at least she’s safe at home! I should be back by tomorrow evening, and I should have an idea how to apologize by then!

Roy Yemana, regional Vice-President for Nakasumi industries, and a frequent traveling companion to the globe-trotting heroes, waited until the plane was flying at altitude before unbuckling and coming back to join Ron, bringing a bag of chips and a pair of game controllers. Want to sleep, or would you like to try and avenge your previous loss at ‘Zombiegeddon 3’ ?

Ron smirked evilly. Bring it on! Not going to let that defeat go unavenged, evil one! As Yemana set up the game, Ron leaned back and stretched. Well, hope I don’t miss anything important back in Middleton!

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A long chapter, and I still didn’t finish Halloween night! Oh, well, hope I generated a little suspense with my endings here.

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