Kim Possible Porn Story: BRAINSTORM on Aisle 6 – Chapter 2

BRAINSTORM on Aisle 6

by jakt

Authors Notes: So from our hints and clues in Chapter 1 you have probably figured out who the female super villain is in this sitch. Well hang onto your hat because were taking the brakes off the rollercoaster and jumping track with this Chapter.

Chapter 2

Late October 2007

Five months after the Lorwardian invasion

–xx–

Once again I find myself sitting apart from the others, huddled miserably into a thin jacket that didn’t begin to fight the damp air blowing in off the lake. The zippers broken, forcing my shivering hands to hold the jacket together with numb fingers. Another bone jarring coughing spasm has left my undernourished body aching. I know I am sick, maybe even seriously so. But I have no money for medicine, and no one to turn to for help.

Sometimes I wonder if things have always been this way, if Id always lived by my wits on the streets. I dont think so. I sometimes think that at one time I had actually felt a part of someone, or maybe something: a family maybe. I think I remember people, or someone special, that had actually cared about me at one time. That had cared when I was cold, or sick, and hungry. But when I try to recall their names or their faces, I can’t. Everything about me from who I am to where I came from, is one big blank. A big empty spot that sears my soul like a hot branding iron sears the skin of a helpless calf.

When my coughing fit subsided this time around, I laid my head back against the rough brick of the abandoned building and pulled the jacket even more tightly around my now shaking body. I found it a couple days ago when the weather had first started to turn cold in a garbage can behind someone’s house. I was hungry and forging for food, but had been happy to run across this light blue jacket even though the zipper was broken and the front was stained with grease. I wonder if I’d get lucky enough to find a winter coat. Maybe a hat and gloves to go along with it, now that would be heaven.

I still dont know where I am or what day it is, but by the nip in the air in the mornings I instinctively know its going to get a lot colder before warm weather reappears. I didn’t suppose the worn out shoes on my feet are going to provide much warmth either once the temperatures started to drop. The sole of the left one is ripped and flaps against the street like a flip flop when I walk.

I watch the other homeless people like myself sitting together in groups of three’s and four’s. Most are men, but there are a few women here and there, and even a handful of forlorn children. But I know I dont belong to any of them either. As clear as I can remember, I didn’t belong to anyone

here.

And deep down inside I cry wondering who I was, where I was, and how I’ve come to lead such a miserable existence as sleep suddenly overtake me again. I know because the weird scrambled images start to float across my mind

again.

–xx–

The halls were quiet and deserted this time of night. Shadows hung heavy, pooled into the corners and seeping under the furniture. The only sign of life was the glow of Wades desk lamp as he sat vigil in his cubicle drinking his Slurpster and typing on his keyboard. An occasional cough here and there let you know that he was really there and not an illusion.

It wasn’t always this silent, though. Too often the peace would be shattered by the screams of trapped minds. Of dreams that were, to those poor lost souls, all too real. God help them.

I should have just gone home, but I wanted to check on her first. So here I stood beside her bed, staring down at her shuttered face. A face that must have been so alive and expressive once long ago. Her emerald eyes could reach into your heart and pierce you to the bone with emotions even now in her madness, making you wonder what they would have been like in the past. Before she lost herself. At times, even now with that cover of madness, I often times swear they are looking straight into my soul begging, pleading with me for an answer.

For help.

I could tell shed done it again; disrupted the other patients with her elaborate fantasy world, forcing them to play along, until they had to drug her again. God, she was so convinced of her truth that nothing could budge her from it: not even electro-shock.

Let me get that straight right from the startI was against it. As far as I’m concerned, it’s an archaic torture device that has no place in modern psychiatric treatment But I was over-ruled.

They are willing to try almost anything on this one. The hopeless case. My famous case.

She moaned a little in her sleep, and my hand automatically went out to brush the auburn hair from her face. She looked so innocent in sleep, the type you just wanted to protect. Like me, still young, she could have a whole life ahead of her if I could only end her twenty-four hour nightmare.

But the lines between adventurer and madness are all too thin, and this one had tumbled over the edge. Now, no one cared about the life she’d once had. Heck, even her family had given up on her long ago.

They only visited once a year now, dutifully, like a trip to the cemetery.

If it sounds like Im too attached to this one, so be it. I know all about keeping a professional distance from patientsbut my bedside manner always did stink. Besides, Im always more useful in my lab, with my research. It’s just that… this one was my research. We’d I’dhoped this new drug would work, bring her out of her prison. So far, there had been no change.

Well, now that I’d gotten myself good and depressed, it was time to drag myself home, feed the naked mole rat and collapse with a midnight snack from Bueno Nacho. Bonnie was away on business again, but it really didnt matter as solitude and I were old friends. I wondered what the business’s ‘name’ was this time… not that I’d be faithful, not in my wildest stretch of imagination. Maybe I was just getting old. Yeah, old at 30. Isnt that a scream? It seemed these things bothered me more than they should, more than they used to. Yet there was something inside me that couldn’t settle down, couldnt commit to anything but a casual, open relationship. This one had lasted four years now. I wondered how much longer it would continue.

Well, I still had my naked mole rat. He wasn’t mine; actually, I was just looking after him for someone who was unable to. My famous ‘case’ had owned him. When the family cleaned out her apartment, they couldn’t take him back with them and were going to take him to the pound. I couldn’t let them, so I took him in. That was back in the days when I was idealistic and optimistic and was sure she’d recover swiftly. Nowadays, I didn’t think I had to worry about giving him up any time soon. Any time, period.

Maybe I should heat up that cold naco platter now.

–xx–

I woke up slowly, my sense of disorientation on the extreme side. I must have been knocked unconscious from that blast from Drakken and Shegos exploding lair, and was now waking normally. I hoped Ron got out in time but he should have made it out just fine as he was ahead of me this time on our way out. Dont know why I was moving so slow behind him. Something must have delayed me, but I no idea what. The last thing I remember was that last electrical blast. Boy did that leave me loopy.

I looked around, trying to get some sort of hold on where I was. Something about the surroundings disturbed me, so I got up to do some investigating. Unfortunately, it didn’t take me long to figure out what it was disturbing me, as I had seen a similar place at Middletons Hospital before.

I was in a mental ward.

And one look at myself said I was a patient.

I shivered and hugged myself, wishing Ron would be nearby. For some reason this sitch sent panic through me. I didn’t like it one bit already. I sent out a silent prayer.

A blonde woman in white approached me and I jumped back involuntarily. I couldn’t panic, had to keep calm and be careful not to act anything other way but perfectly sane.

Was she there to drug me?

“I see you’re awake, sleepyhead,” she said with a smile, leading me slowly back to bed.

There was something familiar about her. Very familiar, like I’d seen her somewhere before, but my mind was a blank on where.

“You slept through breakfast,” she informed me, continuing on as if not expecting me to carry my part of the conversation. “But that’s okay sweetheart, the doc said the new drug might have unexpected side-effects.”

“Drug? What drug?” I asked. I decided I’d better pull a miraculous recovery so I could get the heck out of here. “What are you giving me?”

She stared at me a moment. Surprised, I guessed, at my suddenly talking in complete sentences. “You never cared before. In fact, you never seemed to notice much except—” She cut off.

“Well, I care now; I think I have a right to know.”

“I… think I’d better get the doctor.”

“Good, I want to talk to him.” I watched her leave, satisfied with myself. Obviously, she was surprised at my lucidity. Well, they had some surprises in store for them.

Unfortunately, so did I.

Mere seconds later several people ran into the room and gathered a little ways from my bed, clustering around a figure in a white lab coat. He ushered them back and they stood out of the way, watching. Again, I had that strange sense of dj vu. Where was Ron?

The man turned and approached my bed, talking to me. I didn’t hear a word he said, I was too busy staring in shock at a face too impossibly familiar…

“Ron?” I breathed, as he stopped beside the bed. “What are you doing herelike?” Something was very wrong with this sitch, but I was having trouble making sense of it.

He favored me with an odd but slightly amused grin that was very familiar. “I work here. What are you doing here?”

I opened my mouth. Then I closed it again. This man was an incredible duplicate for my Ron, right down to the first name, obviously. But he wasn’t my Ron and before I could think, this one was sticking a thermometer into my mouth as he held a stethoscope to my chest.

“You know,” he said as he finished, “we doctors do prefer the more formal usage of last names, but in your case, I’m prepared to make an exception.” He smiled at me and I realized it was almost as easy to read his face as my own Ron’s. I could tell he was relieved about something, barely containing his joy. I figured I had to be catatonic or dreaming something. And this doctor cared deeply for his patients.

“Thank you, Doctor” I searched out his name tag for the information.

It said Doctor Ronald Stoppable.

I must have blacked out, because the next thing I knew I was opening my eyes into a worried face.

“I thought we’d lost you again,” he said. “You’ve been… away a long time. Do you know where you are?”

Twilight Zone? Nightmare? “Ah… hospital. Mental…” I shut down firmly on the stray scary thought that had bounced into my head. Somehow, I had to keep myself calm until my Ron could get there and tell me what the heck was going on. I really needed him right now where was he?!

“Very good,” he praised. “That’s a big improvement over yesterday. Try this onewhat’s your name?”

“I”

That was one easy but I decided not to answer as this was all just too sick and wrong on all levels. I couldn’t help wondering what the drugs prescribed for me were doing to me.

“It’s okay,” he soothed, patting my arm. “At least you’re in touch with reality again and thats a real good start. Now we have to get you to come with it, Kim.”

My ears fastened on my name like it was the only sanity in the room.

This sitch isnt possible! flashed through my mind.

For some reason I struggled, panic breaking free inside me. I tried to bolt off the bed I had to escape this nightmarish sitch.

Instantly, two orderlies were beside the doctor, one of them holding a straight jacket and wearing a face I instantly recognized… I felt like Id just been sucker punched.

“Wade, no,” the doctor told the one with the jacket, putting out a hand to keep them back. “It won’t be necessary, will it, Kim?”

“No…” I whimpered. Suddenly, nothing made sense. I knew then just what the expression scared witless meant, my mind was a jumbled mess. Maybe it was a dream. Or an alternate universe. One I did not want to be in.

“Ron!” I screamed suddenly with every ounce of willpower I could muster, trying with all my heart and soul for him to appear.

“I’m right here!” the doctor called, thinking he had to get through to me. “Kim, if you don’t calm down right now, I’m going to have to give you a shot. You don’t want that, do you?”

I shook my head mutely, collapsing against the pillows. I was making my situation worse. Besides, I was exhausted. The fright left me in a rush. I felt like I was going to explode. “Do what you want…” I mumbled.

“We’re not going to hurt you, I promise.”

Damn this impostor, he was using Ron’s voice and trust meant for him. And it was working. Maybe because I needed someone to look to. And he really did seem to care.

“Tara,” he said to the blonde nurse hovering nearby. “Clear the room, will you? Kim and I need to have a talk.”

Oh, my This couldnt be. It cant be

Almost before I could think or blink again, the room was empty except for the two of us. He finished his examination shortly and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Okay, Kim, I understand why you’re confused and scared. It’s not easy to suddenly come back to a strange world.”

“You’re telling me,” I muttered.

“But you’ve made great improvements with the new experimental drug we tried. I shouldn’t be telling you all this, but you remember the expression ‘physician heal thyself’? Since you do have a medical background yourself, I think you have a right to know.”

“What’s my last name?” Not that I really wanted to know.

He paused. “It’s Possible, Kimberly Ann Possible.” He must have noticed my flinch, because he continued in a rush. “I think if we work together, we can get you well again. But you have to want to get better.”

“It isn’t true,” I cried, tears sliding down my face. “I don’t want to hear this…”

He patted my arm. “Okay, you rest now, then. We’ll talk again later.”

As he started to rise, I reached out and grabbed his arm.

“Don’t go! Stay until my” I cut off.

He sat back down. “Until what?”

“What happened to me?” I asked dully. It wasn’t like I really believed any of this. It wasn’t possible. There was an explanation for of this, there had to be. When my real Ron arrived, he’d clear up the confusion.

“You’ve been very sick for a long time,” he began.

“Crazy, you mean.”

He smirked slightly. “If you prefer. I’m the doctor assigned to your case. Actually, I’m more into the research side of things. Dr. Barkin is our head honcho in charge of the patients here, so remember to be nice to him.”

“Where am I?”

“The Shegoton Complex, in Middleton. We’re an experimental psychiatric hospital. The patients here are all considered hopeless guinea pigsbut you’re gonna help me prove it works. That we can help others like you.”

“Maybe then I can get back to saving the world,” I mumbled.

“Saving the world?” he asked.

I ignored it. I didn’t want to ask, but I had to. “Is my mother’s name, Anne?” He nodded. “Father, James? Brothers, Jim and Tim?” With each nod of his head, my world shattered into littler pieces. The happier he got, the more dread ate up my insides.

“That’s very good, Kim.” He studied me a minute, mistaking my reaction for something else. “But I think that’s enough for one day. You have a lot to digest.”

I grabbed his arm before he could start to get up. “No, please, II have to know everything now. Have we met before?” I held my breath, praying for at least one shred of normalcy.

“The first time I saw you was when they brought you in four years ago.”

I regarded him, hoping against hope that this Ron would give me at least the benefit of the doubt. Mine had always believed in me. “What would you say if I told you that I’ve spent the last few years saving the world? That Barkin was our Middleton High School teacher, Tara was one of my cheer squad girlfriends, and you invented the naco?”

Oddly, that would have gotten a genuine bark of laughter out of my Ron, this one just sobered up. “The mind is a fascinating thing Kim. When you left the real world four years ago, you created another for yourself. A very intricate one, it seems.”

How could I believe him? But until my Ron showed upor notI didn’t have anything else to go on. If it was true, it meant I’d lost my Ron forever: that I never really had any of it to start with. All my memories, false, lies, in other words, All gone. I felt the weight of time pressing on me. I felt alone.

My eyes snapped up to his as I felt fingers brush away tears I didn’t realize were there. “I know it’s hard, Kim. But you can do ityou’re already past the worst of it! You’ve got your whole life ahead of you now.

What life? I thought. I was just told it didn’t exist, that all I was, was a patient in a mental hospital.

“Get some rest,” he suggested.

This time I didn’t stop him physically. But I did reach out a hand into the air. “I… Could you maybesit with me until I fall asleep? Please, I don’t want to be alone.” I felt ashamed, unveiling my weakness to a stranger, begging for a small measure of kindness from someone who knew me only as another patient. If my Ron were there, I’d have no such awkwardness.

As if I could have gotten rid of him had he been here. I smiled, warmed at the thought of his caring, as Doctor Stoppable sat down on the bedside chair.

But he wasn’t real…

I buried my head into the pillow to hide my tears, and gladly fell into the void of sleep. And, hopefully, more pleasant dreams…

–xx–

I stretched my legs and put my feet up on the coffee table. The apartment was quiet, but the good kind of quiet. The naked mole rat jumped onto my lap and promptly began snuggling into arm to sleep. I petted him absently, sipping at my soda. What kind of person names a naked mole rat Rufus? I called him Ru for short, which kept my imagination in good working order, was a scream among my more ‘colorful’ friends, and annoyed Bonnie all to heck and back. A worthwhile cause.

The drug worked. I should have been envisioning myself the star of medical and science journals, articles in the magazines, maybe even that Nobellike I’d dreamed of for years. Kim was going to be my ticket to greater things. I chose the most hopeless case and went to war against it, knowing the quickest road to success was to accomplish the impossible.

But now that she was awake, I found things were different. She wasn’t a casea rung in the ladder of success. She was a human being. A scared, confused, helpless little girl. Who needed the help of another human being, not an opportunist.

Me. She needed my help, and I had a feeling no one else would. She hadn’t said it in so many words, but the hints she’d given led me to believe that the whole staff of the hospital, and maybe even the inmates, had figured prominently in her make-believe world. Me, the most important of all.

Now that she was lucid and more aware of reality, the difficult part of my task was ahead. A certain patient-doctor dependence is a natural occurrence, but she was in an especially vulnerable position. It was me she zeroed in on, which would make that dependence extra strong. This might very well ease my job of helping her, but there would come a time when she’d have to let go and get on with her life. That part, I had a feeling, wouldn’t be easy. I had to tread a very careful line with Ms. Possible. I guessed I’d better brush up on my bedside manner, and quick.

If I thought those eyes of hers were bad enough without any recognition of her surroundings in them, I’d gotten a jolt today. It was worse than I imagined it would be. She looked at me as if I alone could put a Band-Aid on her boo-boo, kiss it and make it all better. In all my years, I’d never seen that much naked dependence in anyone, and frankly, it scared the hell out of me. An imaginary friend would never let you down, but a very real doctorsometimes we just don’t have all the answers. I didn’t even know if the drug’s effects would be permanent, or if she’d develop a tolerance to it. So many ifs… And her, looking at me with those beautiful, pleading emerald eyes, as if I was her guardian angel or something.

I wasn’t kidding myself, either. This patient-doctor thing could work both ways. She touched something inside of me, I cared more than I should. It’s one thing you don’t dare let a patient, especially one in her position, know. If you do, they’ll take advantage, to their own disadvantage in the end. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t anything immoral on my partalthough being human, that does happen with us doctors more often than we’d like to admit. Doctors are vulnerable, too, but we’re not allowed to be human, to have feelings. Anyway, this was more accurately located in the vicinity of my heart, than below. Not that she wasn’t good looking… but I was definitely not the type of person to take advantage of someone who needed me.

Over the years, I came to practically know her extensive file by heart. Another of the blows that had the accumulated effect of sending her over the edge was her fianc, Josh Mankey, leaving her standing at the altar. It seemed she never got over that, or any of it, for that matter. Kim was one of those super alpha female adventurers, who take things harder than is healthy for them. Her bond with her family was unusually intense, too, from what I’d learned. And the bond with the Ron in her fantasy… Well, I’d have to have a long talk with Kim, find out exactly what role I did play in her subconscious.

Not exactly the kind of fantasy I’d envision playing a role in for a good-looking woman, I’ll say that.

The phone rang and I glanced at the clock10:00. Right on cue. I picked up the receiver with one hand, scratching Ru behind the neck with the other. “Hi, Bon Bon.”

“Hi, Ron,” came a weary-sounding voice.

“What’s up?” Scintillating conversation.

“The usual, meetings until an awful early morning time. I’m so tired I would probably eat a naco if you offered excuse the sarcasm, love.”

“Sarcasm, from you? Bon, you must be tired!” I quipped back, laughing inside.

“Anything new at home?” she asked, ignoring the dig.

“Oh, yeah!” I brightened, excitedly filling her in. “Remember that patient of mine, Possible? She woke up today. She actually came out of it! She’s not out of the woods yet, but”

I heard a male voice, laughing, as I was interrupted. “That’s great, Ron, but I gotta hang up now. Room service just arrived with my dinner and I just wanna grab a shower and get to bed.”

“I’m sure you do, Bon. See you.”

She mumbled a reply and I hung up.

I don’t know why I stuck with her. Too much friend to do anything about it, I guess. Easier to just keep on keeping on. My luck, just when I was starting to contemplate the horrible notion of settling down, she’d get the seven-year itch times three, and get it years too early.

I dimmed the lights, grabbed another soda and the mystery I was in the middle of reading last night, and went to bed.

–xx–

Where was Rod Serling when you needed him? Right up there on my TV screen. I wondered why I had a television. Maybe they figured I’d return to reality quicker by observing the ‘real world.’

I chuckled. Yeah, right

“You seem like you’re feeling better today,” Tara remarked, busying herself with minor duties. Aside from Ron, she was the only person I felt even remotely comfortable around, and I was glad to have her there.

“How long have you been a nurse, Tara?”

“Since I graduated. Oh,” she giggled. “That wasn’t a wise-crack. I meant I went on right from high school twelve years ago. It’s all I ever wanted to be. She paused for just a second and took on a sheepish look, Was I really in yourspecial world?”

I smiled gratefully. It hurt to discuss this sitch, but I appreciated her gentleness in finding a nicer term for it. “You were indispensable as a friend. You were also interested in Ron.”

“Ron… Oh, we’re just friends. I mean, not that I wouldn’t beWell, he is good-looking, and nice. But he’s never seemed interested in me.”

“He’s never been a skirt-chaser?” I asked, almost regretfully. I guess I was hoping for a similarity here.

“Our Ron? Hardly. He keeps to himself mostly.”

My hand brushed her thigh accidentally as she bent over to take my pulse and I found my hand being slapped.

“I think you’re the frisky one!” she smirked and then laughed.

I could feel myself turning red. “It was an accident”

“After all,” she continued, ignoring me. “You’re the one who imagines things.”

I decided it prudent to change the topic. “So Wade’s an orderly.”

She chuckled and bent closer to whisper conspiratorially. “Actually, he’s also a patient. He actually thinks hes a super genius Nerdlinger I think people call them, but he also likes to play orderly and he’s good at the job, so we let him. We do things a bit differently here.”

“So I see.”

“I have to go now, Kim. But Doctor Stoppable will be in to see you soon.” She patted my cheek and left.

I had to admit, for a mental hospital, it wasn’t too bad. Nothing they’d done so far had put me on the defensive, although I knew sooner or later it would be pill time. Maybe if I just accepted it quietly, then only pretended to swallow…

No way was I gonna take some experimental drug. My Ron still hadn’t shown up, though. It was hard to keep calm. If it weren’t for the other Ron, I don’t know if I could’ve handled it. And the more time passed without my Ron, the more the thread of doubt grew…

But I kept telling myself maybe he couldn’t find me because

–xx–

Warehouse area on the outskirts of Lowerton

Late in the day a solitary man with shaggy hair, a scraggly beard, and wearing a light blue jacket that had a grease stain on the front woke up. Moving his head into his hands, it appeared that sleeping while partly resting against the old warehouse had given him a headache.

He softly moaned for a second or two, and then slowly looked around to find four weathered and tattered men setting nearby around what looked like an old wooden milk crate. He could tell that they were playing a card game of some kind.

One of the card players looked up to see him looking at the group. With his eyes on him, the card player give a small nod of his head. The solitary man in the light blue jacket returned the gesture with his own small nod, and then placed his aching head back into his hands. As he closed his eyes, he could just barely hear the card player start to say something, but the pain in his head, he tuned it out.

“Hey, looky there,” Sammy said. “You back among the livin?”

Another of the card players glanced over his shoulder.

“Who? Oh, you. Yup. Still shows up every other day and juz kinda sits there and watches everybody.” The man gave an exaggerated shudder. “You gives me the creeps.”

A dried up prune of an old man by the name of Bill asked, “Whats the handle?”

“Doesnt tell – so don’t know,” Sammy shrugged. “Dont talk.”

Will cocked a bushy gray eyebrow. “Don’t talk? ‘Cause can’t? Or ’cause won’t?”

“Beats me,” Sammy replied. “Alls I know is never says a word. No one knows anythin’ about. Not name, not story, nothin. Not even Mikey. And if Mikey don’t know, then I don’t a’ reckon none of us ever will.”

Bill studied the loner in the dim light cast off from a nearby street lamp. “Well, if you ask me, ain’t one of us.”

Shorty studied the hand he’d been dealt. “Whatta ya mean ain’t one of us? ‘Course – one of us. Sleepin’ in an alley, qualifies dont it?”

“No,” Bill shook his head. “Too different. Don’t belong here. Bet…at one time was somebody though.”

The remainder of the card players laughed.

“Somebody? Like who? The Prime Minister of England?”

“Or maybe the Head of State of some country out there!”

“Naw, looks more like a Wall Street person on the run.”

Bill didn’t allow himself to be intimidated by his friends. “You guys laugh your butts off for all I care. But I can see it in the eyes – the pain and the confusion.”

One of the men leaned across the small crate. “Hey, Bill, look into my eyes and tell me what you see.”

Bill gave the lonely stranger one last long look before brushing the teasing and mockery aside.

“Knock it off, wiseguys, and let’s play cards.”

–xx–

Confused. Good. Theres a whole lot more to come.

And you think youve got it bad

Dont worry. Even our Betas are confused. LOL

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