Kim Possible Porn Story: His Honor The Mayor Drew Lipsky Chapter 14

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Steven Barkin was more then a little put out to have a visitor interrupt his Saturday routine. After all, it was one of two days of the week that he had managed to keep relatively well organized for years. Though he had tried to impose order on the five school days every week, that had of course been a largely futile effort. So the weekends were his sole refuge from the chaos of the world. Or at least, that’s how he saw it.

And right now, the proper refreshments to accompany an afternoon and evening of watching college football games were properly deployed, awaiting him as the time for the first kick-off neared. And then his doorbell rang. Storming to the door with a scowl on his face, he flung it open, and glared down at his visitor. Then his expression changed to one of bewilderment. Aren’t you…

Drew Lipsky, yes. And you’re Steven Barkin, are you not? Drakken was out of his lab coat, and wearing the clothes he usually wore to town to avoid unnecessary attention, topped by a heavy coat, as the morning had proven very chilly. I wonder if I can have a word with you?

Barkin drew himself up to his full height, and studied Drakken suspiciously. If you’re after my vote, I’m afraid…

No, no, no, nothing of the sort, I wanted to ask your opinion about the current state of the school system in Middleton, and sound you out on the possibility of replacing Mrs Geary as Head of the School Board. Barkin’s eyebrows shot up, and his look shifted to a calculating, though still suspicious one. Then he stepped back, and gestured for Drakken to enter.

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Now, calm down, Kim, you’re not going anywhere, just yet! Anne admonished her daughter. We still need to verify what this message implies, and that’s going to take an MRI. And I’m not going to jump you ahead of anyone else on the waiting list at the hospital. Until then, you’re treating your shoulder just as if nothing has happened, clear? She smiled as Kim sulked, falling back against her pillows. Why don’t we get you up and dressed, and try to concentrate on just what’s been going on here?

Kim sulked a moment longer, then nodded. All right. From what those ‘Ninjas’ said, they were the ones who put that nanotech in my head, meant to induce and sustain a coma. And they implied that it was for a different client. So, it looks as if they’re for hire. Maybe Ron can find out something from Sensei? But for now, what’s important is to figure out who did it, and why! Let me call Wade up, and let him in on this, maybe he can analyze whatever they put in me.

Anne thought for a moment, then nodded, and handed Kim her Kimmunicator. One thing first, there was one more part of the message, beyond describing the procedure they performed.

Kim gave her a puzzled look. Why did they need to leave that message at all, Mom? Was there a medical reason, I mean?

Well, yes, actually. Your shoulder is also hot, and shows some signs consistent with an infection. So, they were concerned we would give you antibiotics unnecessarily. They wouldn’t have affected whatever they injected in you, and the symptoms wouldn’t have abated, so we might have proceeded with treatment you didn’t need. So, they seem to be concerned with the welfare of their ‘patient’, at least on this occasion.

Hmmm, Well, this is a new one. Kim shook her head, Anyway, what was the rest of the message?

Anne made a face. Well, it’s an odd one, they want you to keep your ‘recovery’ a secret if you can. They imply that their client might get in trouble if someone suspects that he gave them the means to heal you. And apparently a too-rapid recovery will make some people suspicious. It sounds kind of thin to me, but they do say that if some real emergency comes up, not to worry. Mind you, I want you to remember, your shoulder is not really healed, or full strength! If this information is correct, it’s ‘reinforced’ to allow you to use it without impeding your healing, but exercising to strengthen it has to be handled carefully.

Kim nodded to show she was paying attention, but her thoughts concerned motivations. I don’t really see how it could point to any one source if I had some high-tech medical help, I have lots of friends and contacts that might be responsible. This person sounds a bit insecure. Junior comes to mind, but many of my foes have insecurities. But ‘getting in trouble’ for helping me sounds like a villain, or….I hope no one used technology from a Secret project to help me, I’d hate for someone to get in trouble over this! She hit the activation keys on the Kimmunicator, and smiled when she saw Wade’s face appear. Hey Wade! You’re not going to believe…

Your brothers already sent me all the video, Kim! He grinned as Kim pouted, So let’s see if we can connect this tech with the other. Other then how it got into you, ‘kay?

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Drakken had endured a thirty minute rant, of sorts, on the subject of the ills suffered by the local education system. He was just considering taking notes to improve his own technique when Barkin said something really interesting.

One major problem with Sheila Geary is her competitiveness, and the Johansen Grant triggers it in the worst way. Not to condemn a competitive spirit, of course, but one was temper it with realistic expectations!

Drakken hurried to get his mouthful of mini-pretzels chewed and swallowed so he could speak before Barkin shifted to a new topic. Johansen Grant? Not familiar with that.

Oh, that. It’s an annual contribution to the school budget in the Upperton District! A legacy left by the late millionaire Jurgen Johansen, to be spent on something ‘special’ for the students at one of the Upperton schools. Sometimes they spend it on something practical, but more often something whimsical, that just encourages students to waste their time on some ‘artistic’ or ‘touchy-feely’ endeavor! Anyway, Sheila Geary usually ends up getting something similar for a Middleton school, just to keep up!

Drakken nodded, intrigued. Where does she get the money? Does she ask for donations? Perhaps from Big Ed Barr? Barkin was shaking his head.

Not at all! She manages out of the regular budget, she takes pride in not relying on sources like that, it’s one of the reasons she was initially popular at that position, not asking for contributions or donations, beyond the usual.

But where does she get the money? Drakken asked, Does she short-change other needs? And when did the school districts fragment? I understand it used to be the ‘Tri-Cities’ school district once.

Barkin nodded, face grim. It was the same reason, the Johansen Grant! It specified that one of the three Upperton Schools, Upperton High, Upperton-Westside, or Lake View receive the money, not any other schools in the district! I won’t go into all the ugly business, but in the end, the district fragmented, as you said. He paused a moment. As to where the money comes from, trust me, everything the average student or teacher sees in our schools is up to date, so it has to be something else. Unless it’s the cafeteria food, that’s a plausible theory. Or perhaps refurbishing the Home Economics classroom. Anyway, it bears looking into, if someone has the time! I personally have none to spare, of course!

Of Course! Drakken nodded agreeably. He slapped his thighs and rose to his feet. If you could put together a proposal for changes to be made in administering the district, I’d be glad…

Already done! Mister Barkin interrupted, Wrote one some time ago, and kept it updated constantly. Part of my Sunday routine, in fact. Let me get you a copy. He left the room, and Drakken helped himself to more pretzels. The television was showing a local game, M.I.S.T. versus Upperton University. The commentators were having fun with the ‘placebo steroid’ story, pointing out that after going undefeated while believing they were taking steroids, the ‘Space Cadets’ hadn’t scored a point since the truth came out. ‘Space Cadets’ was a popular nickname for the squad, the actual team name being the Engineers.

Drakken remembered attending games when he was a student, and cheering lustily for the team, at least through the first quarter, after which it was often too apparent that the game was already lost. After that, Drakken usually left the games, having no need for any further depression of his spirits then he already received on a daily basis. Possible, Chen, Ramesh and the others had stayed though, futilely supporting a rapidly deteriorating situation.

But they did win one or two games a year when Drakken was there, and he did fondly remember those days, and the celebrations afterwards. As long as he didn’t consume any alcohol. Those days he would rather forget completely. But somehow he was one of those rare people who were able to remember everything they did under the influence, or had done to them.

He was brought out of his dark thoughts by Mister Barkin’s return, Carrying an armload of manuscript. Well, here’s the original copy! Barkin announced, and Drakken looked at the pile askance, before Barkin dropped it in a chair, and held up a CD. And here is a transcription for you to take with you!

Drakken tried not to let his relief show as he accepted the disk, nodding gratefully. Thank You, Mister Barkin, I’ll try and peruse this before Monday’s debates! But for now, I have other calls to make, so you must excuse me.

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Kim, it’s not nanotech at all in your shoulder, it’s some kind of biotech! They’re living, programmed cells of some kind, as far as I can tell! This stuff is way cool! Wade babbled happily, barely taking his eyes off whatever screen he was studying it on to acknowledge Kim.

Neat, Wade! Kim replied, none too enthusiastically as she looked around. She and her Mother had barely reached the hospital when Anne had been called away to deal with an administrative problem. She’d promised to arrange Kim’s MRI as soon as she could, and left the teen to her own devices. But is it doing whatever it’s supposed to? And where did it come from? This sounds kinda dodgy, someone may have let me use some Top Secret stuff without permission, or maybe I’m a guinea pig? No, then they’d want me being active, instead of hiding my recovery.

Uh, well, Mom is still looking at the scans we took at your house, and your Mom isn’t giving her opinion, but I’m optimistic! Wade still kept his eyes fixed on his studies, and Kim decided to seek another diversion. ‘kay, Wade, I’ll check back with you later! Wade waved vaguely at her on the screen, and she disconnected.

It didn’t take long for Kim to find something else to take an interest in. Bernadette Barr and her younger brother Joe were sitting in the ER waiting area, Joe gesticulating demonstrably as he talked to her. The area was full, mostly with elderly people, Kim noted. As Kim approached, she saw the drawn look on Bernie’s face, and heard Joe’s words.

His tone was pleading. I didn’t mean it that way, sis, of course I’m worried about you! It’s just that I’ve been kidding Joe Geary about chauffeuring his little sister around while he’s on ‘probation’, and I was worried he’d get me back over this!

Bernie had spotted Kim, and smiled wanly at the girl, patting the empty seat next to her. Now she addressed Joe, Don’t worry about it! Not that the circumstances are the same, though! Hey, Kim, how are things going with you?

Trust me, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you! The girl answered, making Bernie’s eyes widen, But more important, what happened to you? Kim continued, her concern showing in her tone.

Oh, nothing major! Took a fall, broke a rib! School’s going to need another nurse, I’m afraid! Bernie replied, trying to sound nonchalant. But she was in obvious pain, and it showed in both her posture and voice. She switched the subject quickly, however, giving Kim an account of the previous night’s party. Skipping the fact that she’d hidden Shego in her house overnight.

Kim took a bit to process the whole story, which triggered varying degrees of interest and incredulity. All of that really happened? She finally blurted out. Bernie nodded, and Joe looked sullen. Drakken shielded that waitress?

Well, it may not have been entirely intentional, Kim. And she wouldn’t have even been there at all if Brother Joe and Joe Geary hadn’t put her up to staging a little scene, planning to have her accuse Doctor Drakken of assaulting her! She gave Joe a stern glare, and he looked away, Their idea on how to liven things up at this year’s party! Anyway, it was nice to see your parents there, and Ron’s. And interesting to see they have some hidden talents, as well! She said the last in a teasing manner, and Kim blushed slightly.

Oh, that’s no big! Dad showed me a little of his whip skill once at Uncle Slim’s ranch! Didn’t know he’d taught Mom anything, though. I mean, about whips…uh, pretend I didn’t start that sentence at all, ‘kay? Then she switched the subject back, a serious look in her eyes. Have you been seen yet?

Benrie nodded. Yeah, but the study of my X-Rays was interrupted. Seems a busload of seniors citizens from the Assisted-Living community had an accident. Driver left the vehicle for a moment, and one of the seniors took the wheel, and tried to prove they actually were a race car, or maybe big rig, driver, back in the forties! No serious injuries, but at their age, better to check them all out, to be safe! I have been given a painkiller, it just isn’t strong enough to dull it all. Back to last night, Father isn’t as upset as I thought he’d be, though Frank thinks he can make a case… She broke off as her brother snorted derisively. What’s that for, Joe?

He shook his head, a smirk on his face. Nothing, just don’t take Brother Frank’s opinion on legal matters too seriously, that’s all!

Both Kim and Bernie frowned. What do you mean? the latter asked. Yeah, I thought he was an honors graduate from Law School! Kim added.

Joe snorted again. That’s what he told us, but the truth isn’t so rosy! Listen, that job with the US Attorney’s office? So not going to happen! They haven’t been too impressed with the word from the Middleton DA’s office concerning his performance, and Dad has started checking back on Frank’s academic performance! So, it looks like big brother has two strikes on him!

Bernie scowled thoughtfully. Two Strikes? Kim inquired. Bernie nodded, Yeah, he was supposed to follow family tradition, get a career going in Business, Law, or Politics! He’s already shown a poor head for business, and now law…

So, that leaves politics? Kim prodded her. Bernie shrugged, still retaining a sour look, I guess…hopefully he didn’t cheat or anything in school, or that’ll probably be Strike Three! Joe responded with another derisive snort.

Please! A little thing like that, Dad can cover up! He said, shaking his head.

Bernie turned her scowl on him. Well, you’d know about Dad covering things up, wouldn’t you? She responded, her tone sharp and sarcastic. Joe flinched, then scowled and shot to his feet. I need to get a soda or something, I’ll be back for you! He snapped, then walked out. Bernie glared after him, then sagged, and immediately winced, putting one hand to her side. Man! Even taped up… She licked dry lips.

Do you want something to drink? I can get you something! Kim offered. But she was startled when a voice practically at her elbow made her jump. Did you say you wanted something to drink? Both of them looked up to see Cameron Geary in a Sunshine Spreader’s uniform. I’ll get one for each of you, if you like!

Oh! Kim replied, Um, sure, that’d be great! Let me give you some money, She dug into her pocket for her wallet, then handed Cam enough for two sodas, if her memory of the prices was correct. Diet, please, for me. Bernie nodded in agreement with that choice, while shifting her position, trying to get comfortable.

We may both be sitting here a while, Kim. Kim nodded a morose agreement, then started telling Bernie about her own Halloween experience.

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I still don’t understand why you’d ask me, Mister Lipsky, or why you would think that I’d accept? Jean Stoppable addressed their unexpected(To say the least!) visitor, who sat on their couch, Hana on one knee.

Well, you’re honest, and you’ve certainly raised a boy who’s choices I could admire, if I was honest with myself. At least the big ones. Some of the ones he’s made in his relationship with Kimberley….not that I’m fit to judge! Anyway, I understand you held a City Council seat for some time, and many people then tried to encourage you to run for office yourself, when the lady you filled in for…

Ellen Delmonico, when her Guard unit deployed overseas, I finished her term for her. She wasn’t able to run for the next term, and I didn’t feel like doing so myself. Jean explained, then studied Drakken. Hana had taken hold of the middle finger of the scientist’s left hand, and was probably putting some strength into her grip, because Drakken was wincing slightly. But why would I want to be Deputy Mayor under you, if you’re elected?

Well, you wouldn’t actually be under me for long. You see, I have no illusions about holding office, due to my past record, for very long! In addition, I’ll admit that I’m doing this more as a diversion then anything. But don’t get me wrong, as long as I’m holding the office, I will do an honest job! Cute child…. He muttered, as he tried to free his finger from Hana. The little girl just gripped harder, however, and Drakken began to look worried. And a bit intrigued. What have they been feeding this child?

So, you’re saying, you’ll leave the office eventually, and leave me in charge? Jean asked doubtfully. Her husband was absorbed in the football game currently playing, now mercifully a competitive game. Nevertheless, he’d probably remember every word spoken near him later. For instance, sometime that night at dinner, he’d probably ask, So, you’re going to be Mayor of Middleton, dear? Jean resolved to make sure Ron was informed beforehand, his usual reaction to surprises while eating was not pleasant to behold, and she had an impressionable child to consider now. I’m not sure I can deal with that, and a young child. Hana, I mean, of course!

Others have managed, and you are a very capable woman, Mrs Stoppable! Drakken responded. Dean Stoppable nodded, though he didn’t take his eyes off the TV screen. And since I am sincere in my intent to do a good job for the people if elected, I am equally sincere in wanting to leave the city in good hands when I go! Drakken finished with his best sincere smile, a little distracted by Hana’s actions. She was now bouncing Drakken’s hand up and down, smiling widely.

Well, I’ll have to think about it… Whatever else Jean Stoppable was going to say, the sound of the front door opening stopped her. Everyone looked up to see an obviously tired Ron walk in, close the door behind him, and then stop dead when he saw Drakken. Oh, Ronald! We have a guest… At which point Hana saw Ron, made a happy sound, and broke Drakken’s finger. Oh, Dear!

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Shego sauntered into the lair, taking note of the tendency of the new guards not to look her in the eye. When she finally reached the main lab, she immediately noticed that Drakken’s Death Ray had been used. Ooookay, what’d I miss?

One of the regular henchmen answered her, telling her what had happened. And you let him go out alone? She promptly exploded. She strode angrily over to the communications console, and sent a call to Drakken. When it connected, her anger was momentarily assuaged by Drakken’s concern. Shego! Are you all right? I was worried!

Uh, sure, Doc! I mean, not perfect, but we can talk about that when you get back! Right now I’m more worried about you! How could you go out alone, after what happened here? And… She peered at the video image, Are you riding in a minivan?

Well, actually, yes, Shego, I am. Had a little accident, broke a finger…oh! Can you pick up the hovercraft at the Stoppable residence? For a moment, Drakken apparently thought the connection had been broken. Hello? Shego? Are you sure you’re all right? Then he heard what sounded like a slap over the link. Shego?

I’m fine, Doc, just making sure I’m really awake this time!

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When Kim and Bernie saw Drakken coming in, accompanied by Jean Stoppable, trailed by Ron, it sent the weirdness quotient a little too high for an immediate reaction. Thus, their mouths were still open when Ron finally noticed them. KP! Bernie! What are you guys doing here? Both women’s eyes followed Drakken and Jean Stoppable as they walked to the reception window. The crowd of elderly victims hadn’t shrunk, but only because those already treated had to wait for a new bus to arrive.

Ron? What is Drakken doing here? Kim finally asked in a fierce whisper. Ron grimaced. Uh, that’s a short, but very weird story, and you’re more important! Did you hurt your shoulder again? Ron’s concern dampened Kim’s curiosity, and she told him about her visitors, or as much as was known. Ninja Nurses, eh? Have to ask Sensei about them! Let me go make the call! He left, and Kim kept her eye on Drakken, who did seem to be in pain, holding his hand up, and away from his body.

By the time Ron came back, Bernie’s doctor had returned, and taken her back into the ER to talk to. Then Kim’s Mother returned as well, as Ron reported the results of his call. Sensei has heard of them. They do all sorts of covert medical stuff, and don’t care what effect their actions have on the target, just as long as they’re paid. Weird, they’ve broken into prisons to give prisoners medicine their jailers wouldn’t, even supposedly done surgery like that! He shook his head, They’d be so cool to put in a story, but Sensei said I’d better not! He doesn’t know much about their operations, but he does say some were caught here in America not too long ago, maybe last year. No details on what they were doing, though.

“Well, that’s interesting, maybe Doctor Director can tell you something, Kim? Anne asked her daughter. But Kim was preoccupied with her own thoughts. Kim? Anne repeated. Kim blinked, and looked up. Mom? When is my appointment with Doctor Cardien?

Anne was taken aback by Kim’s change of topic. Uh, Wednesday, after school, I’ll pick you up and take you over to her offices. But right now, we need to go up and get your MRI done, you’re scheduled in about fifteen minutes.

Kim nodded mechanically, but she was obviously thinking of something else. Then she blinked, and looked at Ron. Please stay here and see how Bernie is when she comes out, ‘kay?

Ron nodded. Sure, KP! Gonna keep an eye on Drakken, anyway! Kim smiled, and started to get up, then hesitated. Short version, what happened to Drakken?

Ron grinned weakly. Short version? He offered Mom a job, and Hana broke his finger!

Kim blinked. Uh, good for Hana? Or not? So wish I hadn’t asked, now! She looked towards her waiting mother, and sighed. No Big! Just have to try not to let my imagination run away with me before I get the long version, right? Later, Ron.

Later, KP! Ron watched her go,then settled himself in the chair as his mother actually went into the ER with Drakken. Man, this is so many kinds of weird! But if Drakken’s up to something, I’m going to be here to catch him at it!

Five minutes later, Cameron Geary put a pillow behind Ron’s head as he snored none too softly in his seat.

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Yeah, my name is Anastasia Black. I would like to make an appointment with Doctor Cardien? Any time this week, I can make time, beyond that….Wednesday? 4:35? Sure, that’s fine….listen, I’m not exactly a normal case, I may in fact stretch her Hippocratic oath to the limit…yep, I’m sure you’ve heard that before…Yes, I’ll be there, Thanks Very Much! Shego hung up the phone and made a face. That was either the smartest or dumbest thing I’ve ever done! Well, we’ll find out Wednesday, if the world doesn’t end, or Drakken doesn’t come up with a new scheme! She sighed, Or I don’t lose my nerve, and cancel!

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That might have been an unfair tease at the end if anyone’s expecting a long plotline about Kim and Shego sharing a therapist. May do that separately, but it will get at least a mention later in this story. Never been in therapy myself, not sure I want to write about it, but may take a shot.

Short chapter, to finish Saturday’s events, we’ll resume on the characters’ Monday.

Until then, please Read and Review.