Kim Possible Porn Story: Birth and Rebirth 01 Will I Chapter 2

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… chapter 1 was Find seed.

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Chapter 2: Prepare soil

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Brady, looks like you have a stalker, Will announced with a smirk as he entered Bradys new and unfurnished office, unannounced. The office had a fold-out banquet table, two chairs, a filing cabinet, a computer, and a network node for the jamming devices and wireless network interface.

Stalker?

Yea, Lindsey. Shes gathering some information about some joint exercises, and theyre the ones we talked about for the liaison role.

Lindsey? Brady perked up, then he grinned.

Not me, Will, and he pointed at Will.

ME?

You, Du-Dah. Didnt you see the way she glanced at you in DC?

No, Will sounded tentative, but then he smiled.

Well, at least she recognizes quality talent when she see it, and Brady threw a GJ Procedure manual at him.

You idiot! Do you want her to Anne you? Dr. Possibles punt of Will from her office had become the subject of several of Bradys barbs, much to Wills displeasure.

What should I do, then, Brady-man?

Be human, for a change: smile, laugh, and tell a decent, funny joke for once; not those stale wafers you tell me.

Be human? Will was perplexed.

Brady sighed. This was going to take longer than he had thought. Maybe I should have hit him with a hard copy of War and Peace, Brady thought.

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Betty walked into her office with a totally-uncharacteristic morning smile on her face, and Rebecca Jane Casey had a suspicion…

He asked you, didnt he? Rebecca Jane asked.

Betty said nothing as she walked around her desk and placed her briefcase on the credenza.

Well? Rebecca Jane asked again.

Betty didnt respond, choosing to sit in her chair and reach down to open her desk drawer for a folder, coyly egging Rebecca Jane on…

Well? Rebecca Jane fired again, this time in her Commanders voice. Perturbed, she was preparing to launch her patented ICBM, multiple warhead comment if Betty didnt respond, this time.

Betty sat back up and, with a big smile on her face, stuck out her hand.

Oh…my…goodness, now, thats a rock! Rebecca Jane laughed, and she ran around the desk and hugged the Director of Global Justice.

Thats not all, Betty laughed as she pulled out the picture of the two hands, each with an incredible engagement ring on it.

Whose hand is…NO! Kim? Rebecca Jane all but shouted and squealed with glee.

Yep, Betty replied with a smile on her face. It looks like Ill have Kim as a relative; that could be a problem, Betty mused as she realized the implications of her statement for the first time, having just made the mental connections regarding Global Justice policies.

This could get interesting, she said to herself, but she shook her head as Rebecca Jane finished her statement and question-

-ask you, Betty? and Betty re-processed the information.

Christmas Eve night, after Kim and I sang at church, she replied, and Rebecca Jane saw her boss literally glowing with happiness.

A knock came outside the office, and both Rebecca Jane and Betty looked up with a start and shock:

Will Du was…knocking?

Will Du, polite?

Excuse me, Dr. Director, but I wanted to report to you on an email exchange that I had with Commander Lindsey Peterson, Will began, and Rebecca Jane was trying not to laugh, because Will was not succeeding very well in his attempt to hide the smile on his face.

Certainly, Will: you did wait until after Christmas to contact her as I instructed, didnt you?

Yes, maam: we exchanged correspondence three days post-Christmas. Commander Peterson asked for information on the joint exercises that we discussed before the holiday, and I provided it to her. She and I agreed that it would be best for her to come here after the first of the year to meet and cover the high-level goals for all teams and ensure that we were all on the same page regarding exercise expectations.

When is she coming, Will? Betty asked, already knowing the answer: she and Admiral English had already discussed this.

Her jet landed 10 minutes ago, and she should be in the tube room in about 10 minutes, Will replied.

Good: you and Brady go and meet her, Will, Betty suggested. Will nodded, turned, and left.

Rebecca Jane waited until Will turned down the next hall before she got up and closed the door. When she turned back to face Betty, she burst out laughing.

Betty, what have we done to that poor, unsuspecting Commander?

The better question, Rebecca Jane, is:

What have we done to Will? and Betty laughed as she reached over to start the coffeepot.

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Commander Lindsey Peterson took a very deep breath as she landed in Global Justice Headquarters: the tube room, to be precise.

Momma told me thered be days like this, but I dont think she had flying underneath the surface of the earth as one of them she said to herself as she stepped out of the enclosure, standing in front of her duffel and her portfolio.

Def a womans touch, she laughed as she glanced to the right and saw the mirror. She checked herself to see if she looked as unkempt as she felt:

What she saw was a relatively tall (by some womens standards), approximately 58.5 inch young woman, wearing her Navy dress uniform, but that was where the Navy stopped.

Her hair was a brownish-blond, trimmed just above her shoulders in an elongated page-boy haircut, and a few wisps of hair fell in front of her ears, barely masking the tiny diamond stud earrings that she wore. Her shoulders werent broad, but they were well-defined, and they emphasized her long (too long: too many giraffe jokes in elementary school, she thought, but others disagreed, she remembered with an inside laugh) neck. Her face was framed by a well-defined, but not a massive, jaw and her brown eyes with a tint of aqua in them, just enough to make her look a bit exotic. She laughed, and her nose crinkled: not a big one, but not a pug, either, with nostrils and jaw that set her lips apart from many other women (or, so Ive been told, she giggled inside: not starlet-full, but nothing to turn down, either, she remembered.

She liked the way she looked, and her daily exercise regime had helped her keep her body tone, built from years of softball and ballet, a combination that confused many and made the rest laughuntil they saw her scholarship offers to college. All of them just confused everyone when she turned down the Navel Academy appointment and enrolled in the school she had always dreamed of attending, but she took the Navy scholarship offer, joining the NROTC and graduating with honors, her commission, and the hearts smashed of five very different young men in college, who all wanted to marry her.

She had always thought that she was cute, not especially pretty, but the men in college had told her otherwise: she was beautiful beyond words. Would that I could find a man who would tell me that and truly mean it, not just say it to try to get me between the sheets, she mused inside as she reached over and hoisted her duffel onto her shoulders and placed the portfolio into her left hand, just in time for the door to open and-

Commander Peterson: welcome, The medium-height, slim young man in the ubiquitous Global Justice jump suit stepped through the door, and Lindsey knew she was in trouble, once again.

Will too a good look at Commander Peterson, and something told him that she wasnt the everyday Navy Commander.

He looked her up, and his mind immediately compared her to his dream woman, Dr. Anne Possible:

She wore sensible, what looked like 1-inch black Navy heels, and her shapely legs were covered in what were obviously not Navy-issue stockings, he thought. Her outfit was standard Navy dress blues, but she wore them extremely well.. She didnt hide in her uniform like so many other women in the Services that he knew: every breathe she took, every move she made, made a statement with finality that she was most definitely a woman to be reckoned with.

She was neither full-figured nor skinny, but she seemed to have an athletic build, and he had noticed that she moved with grace inside the room. He wondered about her background: athletics, arts, but he dismissed the thoughts for the moment, for he was now up to her neck, and he wondered how it would taste…

Then, he got to her face, and he smiled inside. She wasnt a bubbly, pretty young thing.

Her lips looked perfect to him: not too full, and not too thin, either, with more than a hint of command in them. She had a strong face, one that called for command and demanded respect, not for following like so many other women he knew, and he really wanted to explore that space between her upper lip and her nostrils.

Her eyes…

Light brown, with a hint of…blue in them? They literally danced around the room, scanning the room and, he thought, peering into and through his very soul, but he did not know their final judgment.

She looked him over, and she found himintriguing, to say the least.

He was a slim, approximately 5 6-.5 tall, and he looked like he kept himself in very good shape (STOP IT, LIN! she grinned inside). He had dark, black hair, and he had a long and lean look on him, like a cobra ready to strike at a moments notice. She couldnt tell his nationality: Asian was her first thought, but she remembered some students in college that were from Hawaii, some from the Acadian region of Canada, and even some from Louisiana, and he could have passed for any of them.

He had a serious look on his face, but something told Lindsey that there was mischief behind those eyes; I just had to find it, she thought.

All of that ran through both of their minds as Brady came from behind Will…

I believe you know NCIS Agent Brady Lara, Will said as Brady came up on his side and saluted.

Commander, Agent Lara spoke, and Lindsey returned his salute.

Good morning, Agent Lara. Supervising Agent Du, where are we heading, and please dont tell me were tubing again.

We save that for external travel, Commander: inside the complex, we slum and use elevators and stairs, Will replied, and he could see Commander Petersons shoulders visibly relax.

May I take that bag for you, Commander? Will stepped forward and reached, and Lindsey slid it off of her shoulder and placed the strap into Wills hand. Their hands barely touched, but, later, each would have sworn that there was a spark of electricity that was exchanged, the power of which could have powered the Pentagon off-grid for a full year.

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I believe that you need to see the facilities at the Bunker in order to gain a full appreciation of them, Commander Peterson; you too, Brady, Will added as he finished his over view.

This Bunker: in Montana, you said earlier, correct? Lindsey asked, and Will nodded. Lindsey looked skeptical. And, its under civilian control, as well, correct?

Yes, and no, Commander. The Bunker is owned by Dr. Samuel Clemens Possible, USN (retired), and it is a multipurpose facility: Montana DCI is using it in conjunction with BlazeIT! for northern border drug interdiction, and its also being used as a primary facility for Team Possibles computer operations.

Team Possible, as in Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, and Dr. Wade Load? she asked, and he nodded.

Affirmative, Commander, Will replied, and Lindsey smiled for the fiirst time of the entire briefing.

That Dr. Samuel Clemens Possible: he wouldnt, by any chance, happen to be Dr. Slim Possible, the father of Andrea Jocelyn Possible, would he, Will?

Thats another affirmative, Commander, Betty walked into the room, and she waved them back down as they began to rise from their seats. Please, Claudia Rose isnt here, Betty laughed.

There is one other thing you should know about Commander Possible, Lindsey, Betty smiled.

And, that is?

Hes now also my fianc, Betty grinned as she held up her hand, showing the ring and shocking all three in the room.

As of…? Lindsey asked.

Christmas Eve night; why?

Admiral English lost the pool, then, Lindsey grinned, and both Will and Brady laughed while Betty blushed, but it disappeared quickly and was replaced by-

What did she have? Betty asked with a wicked gleam in her eye.

She had Christmas Day lunch; I had Christmas Eve night, 11:55PM, Lindsey grinned. I guess I get that new sound system for my apartment, now, she laughed, and Will had a very wicked thought flash through his mind…but it left as quickly as it entered.

So, Jocelyns getting a mother now, too, huh? Lindsey asked, and Betty nodded. Couldnt happen to a nicer young woman, and that boyfriend of hers is a riot, as well.

Boyfriend? Will looked and sounded perplexed.

Dr. Wade Load, of course…Will, Im disappointed in you, Lindsey shook her head sadly. All of this information available locally, and you have to get it from a visiting Navy woman, she looked up at him.

Well, I didnt- Will started, but he caught the gleam in Lindseys eye, and she threw him a huge stage wink.

Thanks, loads, Will pouted, and Brady laughed.

Told you, Will: youve finally met your match, he smiled, and he looked over at Lindsey and realized just how foolish he had been to let her get away.

Shell never give me another chance in my lifetime, and I cant say as I blame her, he thought sadly.

So, when are the flights to Montana? Lindsey asked.

Never, Will replied, and Lindsey blanched.

Tube? she asked, her voice a bit shaky

Tube, Will replied with a grin, and Brady punched him in the side.

Id better change, then; I dont need that much air underneath my skirt, again, Lindsey commented, and then she realized what she said and blushed.

Betty laughed, Bradys mind headed directly for the gutter, and Will missed it entirely.

Lets meet back here in two hours, and Ill take you both on the tour, Brady, Lindsey: I just have to talk to Commander Adams about something.

Talk to me about what, Betty? Lindsey looked up to see a large African-American man standing in the doorway, filling it with his presence and his voice but not his frame, although not missing it by much, she thought. He had a smile on his face that seemed to scream major mischief, and Lindsey felt that this was someone she definitely needed to meet. His salt-and-pepper hair fit him well, and his jumpsuit was not standard issue; either it was special order, or he had an excellent tailor.

Something personal, C. P., Betty began, and C. P. snorted.

You mean, you finally roped Slim into proposing? he laughed, and Betty-

I did not rope him into anything, C. P.! Betty replied as she threw a wadded piece of paper at him; Lindsey could see that this was a relationship most definitely worth watching.

Besides, how did you know?

The three Ts, Betty: you should know them, by now, C. P. laughed as he turned and started down the hall, stopping after two steps to look over his shoulder with a very wicked grin. Telephone, of course. Telegraph, and Tell-a-female-GJ-Agent, he turned and walked away, ignoring the wads of paper thrown at him by Betty.

Oh, yeah, I most definitely need to get to know him: hes Admiral English, without the fangs, Lindsey laughed inside as C. P. turned the corner, but stuck his head back around and stuck his tongue out before he continued on his way

Bettys cell rang, and she touched her earbud.

Director here: talk to me, she commanded, and the room fell silent.

More silence, and she nodded once, then twice.

Now that youre extracted your pound of tea leaves, Dr. Adams, I need you to sign off on those medical positions at the Bunker. I have two people for you to interview, and-

Betty was silent, and then she laughed.

All right, Doctor Adams, I know youre not a human resources administrator, but if you dont hire them, I will, and youll be stuck giving evaluations to people you have to meet, sooner or later, even if you do still plan to retire in April, she laughed and she tapped her earbud.

Plan B, people: meet me in the tube room after lunch, and pack for at least one night, more likely two: weve got some work at the bunker, and Ive got some things to do in addition to giving you a tour up there. Betty turned and left the room.

Well, Brady stood, and Will and Lindsey followed his lead, I guess wed better get packing, he said. May we show you to your quarters, Commander?

Yes, thank you, Lindsey picked up her portfolio, and Will picked up her duffel, and they headed out of the room.

They headed out of the room, each buried in their own thoughts, and they didnt speak until they arrived at Lindseys room. Will and Brady told her theyd meet her at her door at 11:00 for a quick meal before taking the tube after lunch.

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Lindsey thought about several things as she changed into her working uniform, managing to sneak in a pair of slacks in her wardrobe in addition to her skirts as a matter of comfort and modesty.

She wondered what Brady had been doing all this time, ever since she broke up with him. He was a nice guy, but he didnt have the drive that she wanted in a future mate. And, at that time, she was looking seriously for a husband.

Of course, that was before she met Admiral English head-on, and Claudia Rose had mentored her in so many different ways, not the least of which was in determining her own expectations and learning what were deal-breakers, nice-to-haves, and the chaff. That helped her decide that she had made the right decision about Brady; still, it hurt a bit, because she liked him.

I just didnt like-like him, she giggled as she finished unpacking and changing at the same time.

She didnt want a Navy man; she didnt want to talk business all day and all night. Civilians were too boring, or at least the ones shed run into in Washington. The Senators and Representatives only wanted one of two things: access to her boss, or access to Lindsey, and she was not willing to give either away. The White House staffers, as well as the Congressional staffers that she had dated, were just as bad.

She had remained friends with Brady, as hard as it had been at first for her. She was afraid that he still had feelings for her and, even worse, she was afraid that she might still have feelings for him. They had managed to make it so far, she thought, even thought there were some sleepless nights on her part.

But, what the deal with Will? she asked herself, and she felt her temperature rise. That hadnt happened since Brady…

Oh, SNAP, she thought. NOT AGAIN!

What am I doing? she said out loud, and the mirror reflection didnt answer.

And, Ill bet hes bothered by the fact Im taller than him, even if it is only a few inches, she sighed. Maybe I can use this trip to see just what hes thinking, she smiled as she smoothed her shirt and tie, then repacked her things for ready access.

Then, she pulled out her book and MePod, started it after she placed the earpiece in, and listened to some music while she read trying to get her mind off of Will Du…

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It wasnt working for Will.

He had returned to his on-base quarters and gone to his meditation corner, lit candles, and took the position to meditate.

He couldnt get his mind off of her.

He could only think about her, and hes only seen her in person twice.

This is not good, he thought, and he rose and went to the other corner, stripping out of his jumpsuit and grabbing a workout gi to go after his karate dummy.

A few rounds will do it, he said as he began to strike, tossing off sequences of roundhouse kicks that would have shocked the people that had never seen him work out before. He changed over to alternating kicks and punches, but he couldnt shake his thoughts, even after 30 minutes of a heavy workout.

What is it about her? he asked, pouring ice water over his head to cool down after his workout. Shes cute, but shes not anywhere near as pretty as Anne, but Anne never did this ti my concentration, even when I was totally infatuated with her.

What spell has she cast? he asked himself as he headed to the bedroom and shower, removing his gi, workout shoes, and underwear as he walked. He stepped into the shower and turned it on high cold, and the blast of icy water still didnt calm his thoughts as he soaped and rinsed.

He turned off the water, stepped out and grabbed a towel, and dried as he returned to this bedroom. He looked at the beads on the desk, reached for them, and stopped.

Im not ready for that, just yet, he thought as he dressed for the trip to the Bunker, grabbing his coat, winter, standard issue with gloves, Global Justice and crammed it into his pre-packed travel bag. He grabbed his laptop bag, shoved the laptop into it, and he was ready.

He thought, as he left his room, that there must be something he could say that would drive her into his arms immediately. Ill have to think about it on the way to Montana, he mused as he closed his door and headed back for her room.

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Im is serious trouble, Will thought as he and Brady walked behind Lindsey and Betty, Will carrying Lindseys bag and Brady carrying Bettys.

That Slim Possible is one lucky man, Brady thought as they entered the tube room.

Lindsey looks like a cheetah, ready for action, and those pantstheyre almost better than the skirt, and the movementSTOP IT, WILL!

I know Bettys older, and I know shes engaged, but that doesnt mean I cant admire the creations of the Creator, does it?

You know what theyre doing back there, dont you, Lindsey? Betty whispered, and Lindsey almost imperceptibly shook her head no.

Theyre checking you out, Commander and, judging from the silence, youre most definitely received an A, Betty chuckled quietly, and Lindsay softly groaned.

I dont think so, Betty: Brady and I broke up months ago, and Will hasnt said word one to me, Lindsey replied as they walked to the control panel.

Never underestimate Senior Agent Du, Lindsey: he can and will surprise you, Betty chuckled.

Well, Im full of surprises, too, Lindsey countered, and she had no idea why Betty whooped with laughter.

Oh, this should be interesting, Betty thought as she motioned for Brady to go first.

He stepped into the tube, and he dropped with a whoosh.

Will, Betty said, and Will placed the bags on the platform; they disappeared, and he stepped on and followed them.

Lindsey, Betty nodded, and Lindsey was glad that Betty had recommended a light lunch.

She stepped to the pad, closed her eyes, and the floor fell out from underneath her feet.

She screamed all the way to Montana, but it only took 15 minutes.

Her throat was sore, but at least her lunch stayed down.

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Authors afterward:

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Will Du is an interesting person to continue the Birth, and Rebirth Arc.

(Will) So, at least Im back; neb seemed to have forgotten me, once again: I just cant catch a break!

(Lindsey) Will! Give the man a break! Hes telling your story, so be nicem for once.

(Will, smiling) Yes, Lindsey.

Theyre heading to the bunker, and Wills first meeting with Tornado.

(Will) Now, an animated four-footed creature, neb?

(Tornado) Pay him no mind, sir: shall I dispose of him?

(neb) No, Tornado, its all right.

Look for more background material on Will, as well, to help explain why Will Du iswell, Will Du. And, we couldnt have Will without his unique relationship with Kim, so she and Ron will appear, as will many of the JadeKimVerse cast members. And, of course, what would the Bunker be without Will and Joss? Oh, dear, this could lead to a cornucopia of disturbing events, indeed..

Enjoy!

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

Chapter 3: Plant seed

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.

03/31/2008

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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