Kim Possible Porn Story: Birth and Rebirth 01 Will I Chapter 3

Birth, and Rebirth 01: Will I?

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A/N Forward:

This is the tale of two individuals: how their lives unwind as they wind together, and how they intertwine with the lives of others.

A Will Du tale…

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Chapter 3: Plant seed

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Lindsey landed in Montana, but she was without an aircraft.

Her feet hit the tube landing pad in the Bunker just as she bent her knees a bit, passing the 30-foot-wide red warning painted on the inside of the tube, and that cushioned her landing a bit. She saw her duffel and computer bag in front of her. She stepped down, but her heel caught on the edge of the pad, and she fell forward.

Commander! Will saw her misstep and caught her as she fell forward into him.

Ive got you, he smiled.

Her brown eyes stared into his. She had never been this close to him before. Thank you, Supervising Agent Du, Lindsey felt his arms holding her, and she took a deep breathoh, no, he smelled so good. Every alarm in her womans intuition went offand that meant trouble: serious trouble, with a capital T and that rhymes with P and that stands for pool, she giggled, remembering the musical that Claudia Rose had gotten her hooked on, one late night of work and laughs.

Youre welcome, Commander, Will smiled, and he took a sniff of the hair in his face: Im in serious trouble, he thought. Lavender and spiced apple: she smells wonderful, he thought as he inhaled her hair. For some reason, distraction popped into his mind; this time, however, he liked the distractiona lot.

The incoming signal broke their thoughts, and they separated before Dr. Director landed.

The looks were not lost on Brady, however, and he smiled inside. If I cant have her, maybe Will will have a chance.

The two smiled as Betty bounced energetically from the landing, and she lifted her hands to the ceiling, not unlike a cat stretching after a nap, Lindsey noted. Betty laughed as she extended her body to extraordinarily proportions. Wow, I still love that ride, she announced, and Lindsey noted that Bettys stretch did not go unnoticed by the men.

Yee-haw, Betty, a male voice came from behind, and Will saw the Director of Global Justice break into a huge grin and yell:

SLIM!

Will turned just as Betty ran past him and grabbed the cowboy: well, thats what he looked like, with the cowboy hat, the huge handlebar mustache, western plaid shirt, jeans, and boots. The dichotomy, to Will, was that everything that he wore was not stereotypical cowboy, in Wills mind: he was pressed, shined, and almost spotless.

Lindsey watched as Betty threw her arms around Slim and planted a grand-slam kiss in the middle of the mustache.

Lindsey was jealous for a moment: shes found someone this special, and I cant find the door, she pouted inside, but she thought about the man standing next to her ‘no chanceto the max, she thought, but a tiny part of her mind replied, with a grin, chance.

Betty turned, holding Slims hand and a huge smile on her face, and faced her team. Lindsey, Will, Brady, this is Doctor Samuel Clemens Possible, my fiance, she announced, squeezing his hand she did.

Three sets of jaws dropped.

Dr. Possible? Will stammered. THE Doctor Samuel Clemens Possible, of the latest fusion and AI advances?

Ahm guilty, Ah suppose, Slim grinned and stuck out his hand. Ive heard good things about you from Betty and my niece, Agent Du, he added, and Brady laughed.

Youre kidding, right? Brady dead-panned. Good things about Will from Kimberly Ann? Brady continued, and both Slim and Betty laughed as Will blushed.

Hes embarrassed at how he used to treat her, Lindsey thought, and she knew she had to get to know this young man better.

Yes, indee-ee do, Slim laughed. Kimmies a lot happier with Will; well, shes a lot happier with everybody these days…Ah wonder if that could be because of Rons stunt, he added.

Look whos talking, Betty chuckled as she wrapped an arm around his waist. You shocked the dickens out of me with that ring, and on Christmas Eve, to boot.

The dickens? Lindsey laughed. Oh, Betty, he got to you good.

Im Commander Lindsey Peterson, Dr. Possible, she stepped forward. Ive heard rumors about some of your antics from Claudia Rose and some of your former partners-in-crime, and I was told to make certain that you got this, and she handed him a box that she had retrieved from her duffel bag. Slim took the box and grinned.

This is from Richard, isnt it, he nodded. She smiled, saying nothing, and stepped back before the lightening came through the ground above and struck her.

A pair of beeps, and Slim looked at his watch. Sweet Teas getting out of school soon, Elizabeth: you wanna surprise her?

She already has advance notice of Ms. Directors arrival, Sir, a mellow tenor voice came over the sound system.

Oh, well, it was worth a shot, T Slim laughed. Did you email her?

Sir, I sent her a text, T sounded offended. E-mail is sooo old school, but it is perfect for you, sir, T continued, and Slim looked mollified as the GJ team laughed. Of course I notified her, sir: it was her request so she would not be surprised, the voice seemed to smile, and Lindsey grinned: good help was hard to find, and especially up in Montana in the winter.

Have yall seen any of the Bunker facility? Slim leaned over and kissed Bettys cheek, causing an extreme amount of blood to rise to her face.

No, sir, Brady replied, punching Will in the side: he was smiling at Betty.

Wehl, lets git yall the hundred-dollar tour, then, Slim reached down and picked up Bettys and Lindseys bags with ease, generating a raised eyebrow from both Brady and Will. He walked over to a wall, punched a button with a finger, and a panel lifted. He placed the bags on the shelf in the compartment and turned. Let me have your bags, too, Brady, Will, and they brought them over and placed them on the shelf. The panel slid shut, and a slight whooshing sound came from behind the panel. Theyll be in your rooms when we git finished with the tour, Slim explained, and he nodded toward the door that was now open.

Dont you mean a nickel tour, Dr. Possible? Will asked, picking up his laptop bag and slinging it over his shoulder, and Slim laughed heartily.

Son, those went out with nickel beer and penny gumballs, was his response as he walked back, took Bettys hand, and the two of them led the group out of the landing pad and headed for the corridor.

Lindsey let out a low whistle when she stepped into the hallway, or rather the throughway, as wide as it was. It was wide enough that people could walk on either side, near the walls, and two of the silent electric carts could drive past each other in opposite directions, leaving ample space. The ceilings had to be 15-20 feet tall and open to pipes and conduits, all painted colors to indicate the contents. Two agents rolled by on Segways, discussing the weather.

How big is this place? Brady asked, and Slim chuckled.

Big enough to make dreams come from nightmares, he pointed at a large metal door mounted on a wall. Did yall see the first South Dakota Smith movie? Remember that there warehouse at the end of the movie?

The one where they stored the crate? Brady asked, and Slim nodded.

Now, thats big, Lindsey smiled, and she let out a low whistle that put a smile on Slims face.

The massive steel door, mounted in the corner on the wall, was painted with the United States Air Force SAC logo (Strategic Air Command). We got this from one of the missile silos were sitting on top of, Slim explained. Ah lak to keep it heah to remind people of what we were, not of what we should be. We still need to defend ourselves, but we can do it in a multitude of different ways today; we have to, Slims voice was different now, a bit sadder. The people were against are all kinds: from big countries to small countries, groups of all sized and purposes, and supervillians, we have to be ready for all of them.

Ah bought the properties, that the government had leased from the ranchers for the missile silos back in the late 1990s, after moving back to the States with Sweet Tea, Slim continued as they walked toward the elevators. The three ranchers were thrilled to sell their land: they were tired of being in the leasing business and even more tired of dealing with the government, but I already knew how to work the Fed game. Sweet Tea was young enough back then that she didnt mind being out here with me while Ah built the new ranch house and started to build the research program and facilities, and she really enjoyed being the center of attention from the construction workers and the research associates.

This must have cost a fortune! Lindsey thought, and she asked: whos underwriting all of this?

Slim stopped and thought about how to respond.

There are multiple sources, Commander Peterson, he said. First, there are multiple colleges and universities (at last count, ah reckon there were over 50), that currently send students here for graduate studies: Masters, PhDs and post-doctoral studies. There were, at last count, over 100 undergraduate schools that we have arrangements with for semester- and year-long programs in various areas of concentration, from advanced mathematics, computer science, artificial intelligence, chemistry, and physics to botany, ecological, and environmental studies.

They reached the bank of elevators, and Slim punched a code into the control console, calling down the center car. We also have research grants from a few corporations that also assist us in our research projects. The corporations were told, prior to the grants being awarded, that they would have no control in the research efforts, and none of then had a problem with the guidelines, and he smiled as he elevator door opened. Betty and Lindsey stepped into the spacious car, followed by Brady and Will. Slim entered last and coded the destination before turning to observe the expected sight: all four were mesmerized by the rear wall. The entire wall wasnt a wall; rather, it was a massive single-panel HD display of a major winter snowfall, creating a feeling of cold inside the comfortable room that was now rising.

Lindsey loved the snow, having spent far too many glorious days making snow angels when she was growing up and pelting her brothers (with deadly accuracy, she remembered the yelps with glee when she would strike her target) with softball-sized snowballs, but it was the statement coming from next to her that shocked her:

Dr. Possible…is…is this a picture, sir? Will asked softly, almost reverently and Lindsey turned and watched as he stared, unblinking, at the falling snow on the screen.

No, its a live feed from one of the cameras, here on the ranch, Slim replied with a small chuckle.

Its…its beautiful, Will whispered. It looks like winter, back home, when I was growing up: I used to watch the snow come down like this, early in the morning, when everyone else was asleep, and all around me was silent, he whispered

Lindsey felt her heart melt as she watched the smile form on Wills face while, simultaneously, a tear snaked from his right eye down the bridge of his nose. Unless hes a mass murderer, Ive got to get to know this man: he loves the same things I do, and where else can I find someone who does?

Will stared at the image on the wall, but he glanced to his right and saw Lindsey smiling.

With me, or at me: I dont care. Id fight Shego bare-handed for one of those smiles, he thought, and he realized that he had to get to know this tall, lovely Navy Commander.

Brady watched the unspoken exchange, the dance of the luscious and the lame, he would later label it. Du, if you screw this up, Ill go ‘Shego’ on your rump, all by myself, and Ill leave the remainder for the Admiral. Dont you dare hurt her, Will.

Brady realized that they were still rising, and he glanced at the elevator readout: level 3. Just how far down were we, Dr. Possible?

Yall are gonna havta start calling me Slim, Slim laughed. We were on level Five. Were heading for level Zero, where the main command center is located with facilities for Global Justice, Team Possible, plans for Montana DCI, and, at some point in the future, BlazeIT! S&R.

What else is housed in this facility? Lindsey turned away from the display to ask.

My private research facilities as well as the research facilities for the students and others here, for starters. Power, communications, living quarters, full-cycle water processing, computer processing and data storage, and Dr. Loads personal research, as well, Slim spoke as the elevator display changed from 2 to 1, and, of course, there are the controls for mah birds in the sky, he grinned, and Betty punched him in the ribs playfully.

Birds? Brady asked.

Yup: Ahve got four up raght now in polar orbit, and someone gotta keep an eye on em, he replied with a grin. The networks keep askin if they can use them as backups, and I keep giving them a price tag that dont want to pay. Ahm not about sellin to them: Googal Terra laks their privacy on mah birds.

A soft chime sounded, and Will looked up at the display, now changing to 0.

By the way, Dr. Poss- er, Slim, what the key card button under the zero button?

Were still under construction in lots of areas, so watch yer feet and dont step in wet cement, Slim laughed as the elevator door opened, avoiding Wills question..

I didnt feel it stop, Lindsey marveled, and Slim stepped out, offered his hand to Betty, and the rest joined him at the landing and stood, looking out over the vast expanse of the center. There were about 20 people currently at desks and/or talking to others at desks, but the majority of the facilities were not occupied by any stretch of the imagination, and there were still desk units in boxes on the floor in large open areas. The facility reminded Lindsey of a sleeping panther, or a relaxed cobra, ready at a moments notice to spring into action.

A door on the near side of the facility flew open, and a red blur ran past Will, sweeping cold air past him, and screaming:

MOMMA2!!

I tried to tell her, sir, the voice came from over the intercom as the giant red bundle slammed into a beaming Betty.

I know, T, but thanks for trying, anyway, Slim replied, and several of the individuals in the center, having looked up at the scream, grinned and laughed.

Will watched Betty wrap her arms around the bundle and pull it tight to her, ignoring the dripping from the snow outside.

When Betty reached up and pulled the cap from the bundles head, a mass of reddish/brown hair came falling out, and Lindsey grinned as Betty leaned down and kissed the bundles forehead.

Joss? she called, and the bundle turned at the sound.

LINDSEY! Joss Possible screamed and ran, grabbed Lindsey, and hugged her, dripping on her, as well.

T didnt tell me you were here, she laughed from her muffled position.

Perhaps, Miss Possible, because you did not request notification of the arrival of Commander Peterson, the voice replied with a hint of a smirk.

Hows your hunk, Joss? Lindsey asked, and Joss blushed and grinned.

Good as gold, Lindsey: Im a-going down to Middleton in a few weeks to see him, she grinned, and Lindsey grinned even bigger at the approaching person, holding his finger to his lips in a shush motion.

Why are ya grinning, Lindsey? Joss asked, and she jumped as she felt a tapping on her shoulder. She turned, and she beamed and shouted, shed her massive red coat and screamed at the same time: Wade! Why didnt you tell me you were a-comin up?

It wouldnt be a surprise if I did, Sweet Tea, he replied, but further communications were cancelled by the pair of lips meshed together as their arms found each others body.

Lindsey and Will watched as Wade and Joss hugged and kissed and both thought, at the same time, as they glanced out of the corner of their eyes at the other:

That looks like fun: I wonder if…NAH! Well, maybe, if…

DTB, Betty laughed, and Joss/Wade became Joss and Wade, much to their chagrin. There are a couple of people here that you havent met yet, and Brady stepped forward.

Miss Possible, Dr. Load, Im NCIS Agent Brady Lara, he extended his hand to Joss, and Joss grinned and shook it. Beauty always comes first, Dr. Load: you know that, and Brady offered his hand to Wade. Joss giggled as Wade shook Bradys hand.

Wade looked up, and Will grimaced: the young man remembered him from his encounter with Kimberly Ann, and Will tried to hold back his concern as he extended his hand to Wade.

Dr. Load, we havent formally met, Will began, but Wade cut him off, extending his hand and smiling.

I know who you are, Supervising Agent Du, he shook Wills hand, but Joss gasped.

Youre Du-Duh? she exclaimed.

Lindsey giggled inside. Du-duh? she thought. Ive got to know the rest of that story, as she listened to the silence of the center for several ticks of the clock.

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Authors afterward:

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Oh, dear, the start of a full cornucopia of disturbing events, indeed…but, it looks like Lindsey is just as interested in Will as he is in her. The question is:

What will Will Du do to mess it up, or will he not chew on his foot too hard and break skin?

Enjoy!

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Next, on Birth, and Rebirth 01: Will I?

Chapter 4: Water plant

Thank you, to all of you, for supporting us on this new journey.

Thanks again for reading, and please review.

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All Rights Reserved. Kim Possible Characters Y The Walt Disney Company, USA.

09/20/2008

Thanks to jakt and Star-Eva01for wonderful beta work,. Their suggestions and thoughts are timely and appreciated, as always.

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The chapter outline for the story of one Global Justice Supervising Agent Will Du…and some one who thinks he’s special, in a weird sort of way…

Chapter 1: Find seed

Chapter 2: Prepare soil

Chapter 3: Plant seed

Chapter 4: Water plant

Chapter 5: Nurture plant

Chapter 6: Weed plant

Chapter 7: Prune plant

Chapter 8: Harvest plant

Chapter 9: Enjoy fruits of labor

From your friendly neighborhood ‘nebster.

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