Kim Possible Porn Story: A Second Chance Chapter 6

So waityoure telling me this happened because of a beach ball, a solar panel, and an out-of-control rocket powered kite? Kim was pointing in disbelief at the picture of a quartet of highly sunburned young men. Somehow, all the hair on their heads was standing at awkward angles. Even with the disaster that had destroyed their beach shorts to scraps and their generally disheveled appearance, they were all smiling like theyd never had a better day; Ramesh and Chen were holding a shredded kite over their heads victoriously while Drew and James had their arms around each other like the best buddies they had been.

James laughed as he looked at the photo of himself and his posse, a faraway look in his eye as he let himself be carried back into his youth.

Dont forget that we had filled the beach ball with helium and were playing chicken with the troposphere. He sighed and added, Ah, the good old days of try now, hope it doesnt explode later. He flipped the page in the photo album and laughed again. Kimmie-cub, did I ever tell you about Pinkie Joe Curly Tail?

Probably once or twice. Kim shrugged.

James flipped the album back over to her and said, I bet I never told you that I wasnt alone in making his defense robot, huh?

Kim looked at the pictures and her eyes widened in recognition. In one of the pictures, Chen and Ramesh were working on what looked like a large mechanical arm, one of them wearing a welders mask while soldering a large piece of sheet metal onto the limb to cover stray wires. The one next to it showed James and Drew talking over what Kim recognized as a large ray gun that probably could be called a cannon by some. In the picture, Drew and James were laughing about something.

Hard to believe, huh? But those psychology students always had to torture poor old Pinky Joe Curly Tail. James started wringing his hands in anger. We knew we had to do something. So Pinkys Advanced Defense System, or PADS, he chuckled, oh, Drew and his acronymsanyway, we got PADS working and we put Pinky Joe Curly Tail in, but can you believe our foolishness?

You thought that it was a good idea to give the rat a fully operational attack robot?

No, no, James replied. Wed forgotten to give Pinky Joe the instruction manual!

Kims eyebrow rose skeptically. Really.

Not sensing her intended tone, James answered her. Oh yes we did! Can you believe that we went to all that trouble and went and forgot to give the little guy the instructions on how to operate it?

So what happened with you guys? Kim asked.

With the robot? Well, he went rampaging

No, I mean with you and Drew. The topic had gone off on a tangent long enough and Kim had left Ron and Drew alone much longer than she was comfortable with. She had to get the point wrapped back to what she had planned if she was going to ensure that the block with the lair would stay intact.

Huh? James was looking at more old college photos. He looked up from a picture of Chen, Ramesh, and himself screaming while running away from a live laser and asked, What was that, Kimmie-cub?

What happened with you guys and Draer, Drew? Kim asked again.

Oh. James voice took a decidedly less enthusiastic note as he flipped through the book a bit more. Imnot entirely sure. Things justchanged.

He looked sadly at a few photos that he had flipped to. Chen, Ramesh, and James standing all together, James in the middle as Drew was on the far left, barely even in the photo, looking like he was rushing to join them. In fact, the picture looked like it had been bent along that edge to hide him. He never did figure out how to work the timed cameras. We just he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. JustDrew was stuck in his imaginary world with his robots, Chen, Ramesh, and I were moving on to women and our futures as scientistsDrews ego problem certainly didnt help. James smiled fondly at the various pictures. I do miss the old days. But a small tear formed in his eye those daysare gone. And he shut the album.

Great Kim thought, cringing. Now I have to make him feel even more guilty. Unless A hopeful idea sprouted in her mind.

Dad, Kim said gently, what if I told you that there was a way to maybe make it up to him?

Dont be silly. Hes a villain now. Anything I did to help him would be wasted. He isnt the Drew I knew from college. The tear was gone, replaced by a familiar stern parent look. Dont tell me youre thinking of becoming a villain now. Because that would not set a good example for your brothers.

What? No! Nono, nothing like that. Kim shifted uncomfortably in her seat. You see, there was a liiiiiittle accident on a mission and

James was suddenly on full alert. Did he hurt you Kimmie-cub? He did, didnt he? He rose from his chair and began heading for the door. NO one hurts my little Kimmie-cub!

Thats not what I meant! Kim rushed to cut him off before he could make it to the door. Dad, just listen. She pushed her dad back over to his chair over his protests and forced him to sit down. We were fighting over one of his lame plots and the machine went off on him. Drakken is not there anymore.

Not there. James said flatly. As in transported to another dimension?

No. Kim just decided to throw it at him. Memory wipe. He thinks hes sixteen.

Sixteen? Drew Lipsky at sixteen James trailed off in thought. HmmI remember a couple of stories that Drew told us. He didnt really like talking about his days in high school other than how much he hated them. Rough times. He straightened up in his chair. So hes not a villain then. Chuckling, he added, I remember him from those early dayswhen he wasnt busy messing with something, he was preoccupied with himself.

You got that right Kim silently confirmed, thinking back to him not wanting to be left alone.

But I suppose James trailed off again like he was getting lost in a memory, though Kim noticed that he shifted his gaze to a book on his shelf before lowering it to his desk. Anyway, what could I do? Im most certainly not going to help him become a villain again.

Heres the hard part

Wellhe cant exactly be left alone in a lair. We dont know what sort of traps and such that Drakken had set up. Shego left, so we cant leave him with her. He refuses to go back to his mother. Kim counted off the different ideas that theyd come up with before.

I can certainly understand not wanting to go stay with his mother. James shuddered. One weekend at Drews mothers house and I was ready to turn the stove into a makeshift rocket and blast myself out of there.

So that leaves us with either putting him up in a hotel by himself

And hed take it apart in an hour just to look at how it all works, James threw in, nodding in understanding.

or he would stay at either our house or Rons. Ron already said that he wouldnt

James stopped nodding.

Itd only be until we can fix the sitch with his memory. Kim tried to defend her position before the inevitable complaints came.

Kimmie her father started, his voices stern tone making Kim wish that she had signed up for debate, you know the rules.

Kim sighed. No teenage boys allowed in the house. Period.

Exactly. James got up to leave.

But dad, its not like you dont know him and I dont know him. Do you really think that hed do anything like that? Or that Id do anything like that? With my arch-foe? Kim followed him, keeping up the verbal wearing of his defenses.

No teenage boys in the house. You know theyre nothing but trouble.

What about Ron? Kim asked, frustrated.

Ronald isRonald. He knows much better than that and, if you dont mind me saying, hes a nice boy. Not that it would save him from a deep space probe if he hurt you. James chuckles as he opened the door to the room.

But Dad

Kimmie-cub, I James turned to put his foot down, but was immediately stopped by the most dangerous weapon in the Possible familys repertoire. He backed off and raised his arms in horror. Not the puppy dog pout!

Pwease? Her eyes watered slightly as her lower lip stuck out in a too-adorable-to-ignore way. You could talk to him first. Her lip started trembling. If you dont trust him, we could figure out something else.

It was obvious just by looking at Mr. Dr. Possible that he had just lost the battle.

He sighed and slumped his shoulders in defeat. Okay, Kimmie. Ill talk to him. But he put his hands on his hips, determined not to lose the war he is only going to stay here temporarily, if at all. Understood, young lady?

Yes Dad.

If he passes the interviewand thats IF he passes, which I doubt he willthen he can stay here. But it would be on the couch. And Ill pick when he does his daily routines and such! James wagged his finger in the air in a failed attempt to look serious.

Thanks Dad! Kim gave him a quick hug out of relief, nearly knocking him over from his awkward stance, before she went to save her friend and their ex-arch-foe from whatever trouble theyd caused.

Up in the tweebs room, the two of them had just finished listening in on the conversation that had taken place. Bugging your dads study wasnt against the law and they had to test out their new toy. That and it was fun to spy on conversations that you arent supposed to hear. But this one had more potential than they had originally thought it would have.

So were going to have a super-villain in our house.

A super-villain that isnt a super-villain. Tim wrote something down in a notebook which he then threw to his brother.

Pre-villain?

They sat and thought for a moment before Jim started scribbling and adding to Tims notes. His twin looked over his shoulder, shaking his head at some of the things and taking the pencil a couple of times to correct some parts of their notes. After they sat there for a few minutes drawing and writing, they both settled on something and smiled.

Perfect! they exclaimed at once.

Hell never know what hit him, Jim said, tearing out their sketch and notes and holding them up like they were a shiny new toy to play with.

The full treatment and there wont be any going back, Tim said with glee.

Operation Adoption is in play! they both said at the same time.

Now to get it started Tim reached his hand under his bed and began fishing around. He grabbed something and pulled, revealing a large retro-future style ray gun.

Shrugging, he said, Nope, and tossed it over his shoulder. It unintentionally went off, the blast heading toward the unwary boy clad in red. The blast missed him as he got down on his stomach to deep-dive into the junk-filled space under his bed, instead hitting his nearly indestructible bed end (an investment which their parents had thought a good idea after the new-and-improved fireworks incident).

Geez, when was the last time you cleaned under your bed? Jim asked, staring at the items that his brother kept pulling out from under his bed. Isnt that our 2nd grade science project?

The last time I cleaned under my bed was the same time you cleaned under your bed! Tim objected as he continued his search. Got it!

Tim pulled out a small plain brown box from under the bed, blowing off the thick layer of dust onto the floor. He lifted the lid up and tossed it onto the floor. Delicately, he picked up a small device, thin enough to bend under his fingers like paper. A dial stuck out of the side of the device, a dial which Tim started to play with. He stopped after a few careful turns and stuck the device on his neck.

Is it working now? Tim asked. At least, his mouth said it. His voice, however, sounded like their cousin, Joss, without the accent.

No, thats the wrong voice. Jim started messing with the dial until he was satisfied.

So hows this? Tim said with Kims voice.

Perfect! Hicka-bicka-boo? Jim raised his hand in the air.

Hoo-sha! Tim answered in a perky voice, clapping his twins hand. Now to get the ball rolling. Jim went to his dresser and began to search through the different undergarments until he found what he was looking for. Meanwhile, Tim had grabbed a phone and was prepped to dial a number. The small black book that Jim had pulled out was tossed to his brother who opened it up and started searching for a specific number.

Which one is it again? Tim asked, stopping in the B section.

Monique. The clothing lady. Helps Kim waste all her money on girly stuff, Jim answered, adding a bleah to the end of his statement.

Okay. Found it. The boy in red dialed the number written in the copy of Kims address book and waited for an answer.

Hey girl. Whats up?

Heya Mon. Listen, Im going to need a favor

Author’s Notes:

Eight months. Quite a while, eh? I had a bit of trouble back in October that really killed my self-esteem with this story. However, a recent review (whoo! Skymouth) guilted me inta writin’ it…kinda. I read it, then read DrakkenFan’s uber-awesome-powered story and realized somethin’. Some people might feel with my stories the way I feel about hers. o_o The compound guilt got me ta pull it out once again ta work on it. Oddly enough, I got it goin’ pretty quickly. The last few months have, hopefully, improved my skills so I can get this story going at a better rate and with a better quality than before. And now I should be able to get it together and start it up again. So whoo for whoever actually cares! XD