Kim Possible Porn Story: Birth and Rebirth 01 Will I Chapter 6

Birth, and Rebirth 01: Will I?

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A/N Forward:

This is the tale of two individuals: how their lives wind and unwind as they twist and turn together, and how their lives both intertwine and fuse with the lives of others, creating relationships that last for…well, that last for a lifetime, and for more than eternity itself.

I’m back on a ‘Will’-ing writing schedule….

A Will Du tale…

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Chapter 6: Weed plant

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On the other side of the door, Lindsey listened in horror to Wills sobs, each ripping at Lindseys heart and soul in a way that shed never imagined, trying to decide if she should go in after him or not.

Finally, she made her decision and reached into the concealed pouch at the waist of her dress. Pulling out her cell, she opened it, hit speed-dial seven, and lifted the phone to her ear as she walked away from the door, the sobs getting softer as she walked further away and her own tears coming down even harder with each step.

Dr. Director? Its Lindsey. Do you have some time? Silence, then before Lindsey could ask Where are you? she had her response.

Be at the Bunker in 15, Dr. Director said. Lindsey grimaced, but she headed for the room at the end of the hall anyway, gasping, amazed and crying simultaneously. It had only taken 3 seconds for Dr. Director to diagnosis that she was in a sitch not of her choosing, and it vexed her so.

She stepped into the room after palming the concealed reader, and the room lit up, revealing the tube entrance.

Yes, its about Will, Betty, Lindsey said through her own sobs. Im afraid Ive hurt him deeply, and I dont know what I did! she shouted as she stepped into the tube and headed for Montana.

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Doctor Elizabeth Director accessed the GJ personnel system and initiated a scan for information, found the reference, clicked on it, and then pulled up the file on Willa and her husband Vincent James Quermasse, both deceased. She read for a moment, touched her headset, assimilated all of the data she had consumed, and then spoke.

Connect Lieutenant Jacqueline Capperson, she said and waited for a few clicks for the connection to be established. She re-started her reading of the article from a local newspaper regarding the accident that was referenced in the file. She stopped her reading when she heard the soft ping in her ear that announced the connection.

Jackie? Betty. Can you meet me in my office in 18 minutes? And, bring your bag: this could get interesting, she smiled and touched her headset, disconnecting the call.

She re-scanned the article, printed it, and pulled out an empty folder from her desk drawer, placing the printout in it and placing both at the bottom right-hand side of her desk.

She leaned back in her chair, closing her eye and smiling.

She was able to get a rare 13-minute power nap in before the silent alarm went off, telling her that Lindsey was inbound.

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Will finally lifted his head from his bowed and sobbing position, and he realized that the back of his head hurt for some reason. Then he remembered why, and he turned to look at the door.

A matching set, a pair of deep dents was now embedded in his composite/steel door. I guess I did leave a mark, he thought with a chuckle, but he was surprised when he reached up and placed his hand on the back of his head and it came back dry.

He looked at his watch: 15 minutes has passed since he had

Oh, snap! he shouted, standing up quickly.

That was not a wise decision as the effects of his mild concussion overtook him; he wobbled several times before he made it the three feet to the love seat and fell into it, hard.

I ran her off, he said to no one, staring at the still-burning remains of the candle tapers at the dinner table.

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Will! he yelled, staring at the wall. He reached over blindly, grabbed the remote, and punched a seemingly-random combination of keys. The wall above the television split in half, slid soundlessly open, and revealed a pair of large, framed pictures.

On the right was a picture of him, much younger, an arm wrapped around a young woman. Both appeared to be 14 or 15 years old, a scrawny Will lovingly holding a zaftig young woman, full-figured and well-proportioned, with long blond hair and glasses that framed her strikingly-blue eyes, her head seemingly supported by his shoulder. She was, based on the stereotypical runway model definition, by no means beautiful, but she knew that he thought she was: the smile on her face as she looked at him left no doubt that she was confident of his love for her.

Next to it was a picture of an older couple, the woman looking very much like a relative of his. Her face belied the dour expression that he usually had, the smile shining through the photograph. Long, dark hair framed her face, and her figure was obviously one of the reasons that the young man with her was smiling as he held her. Their smiles confirmed for the entire world their love for each other: of that, anyone seeing the photograph would be certain.

Will stood slowly, making sure he had his balance, and walked over to the picture on the right. Stopping in front of it, he lifted his right hand to his lips, gently kissed his fingertips, and placed the kiss on the young womans lips.

Ill always love you, Keri, but I think she is the one, he said softly, his tears starting to fall again. No, I know she is the one: I just hope I didnt screw it up, he whispered, his tears falling harder.

He stood at the picture for a minute, then went back to the table and began to clear the remains, stopping to pick up Lindseys wine glass and smiled at the lipstick print.

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The knock on the door was hurried, anxious.

Betty knew that Lindsey had arrived. Come in, Lindsey, she smiled, and Lindsey entered and saluted.

Betty stood and returned the salute, then came around her desk and hugged her. Will, huh? she smiled, guiding her to a seat at the round work table in the office.

Yes, Betty, Lindsey began, and Betty saw that her eyes were bloodshot from crying, probably all the way in the tube, she thought.

Betty, she continued, ducking her head a bit, I thought everything was going so well: Will made me a wonderful dinner, we started to dance, and I said Oh, William, and he pushed me out of his apartment, and he slammed the door, and I heard him banging his head on the steel front door and sobbing.

Betty, she lifted her head, and Betty saw fresh tears, what did I do wrong?

A firm knock at the door, and Lindsey turned as it opened.

The woman she saw walk into the room, she was sure, was related to Kim and Joss: She was slim, statuesque, a natural redhead, her natural beauty shining though her smile, and her legs were the legs that would put Ron, Wade, Will, Brady, plus all of the guys shed dated into cardiac arrest. Built like a Baccarat vase: strong, slim, and beautiful, all rolled together in one wondrous vessel, Lindsey grinned inside, I wish I looked that good, she added as she stood to reply to the salute.

Lindsey, this is Lieutenant Jacqueline Capperson, R.N., new on the GJ staff, reporting to Dr. Adams, Betty began, and Lindsey laughed.

Poor Dr. Adams, and poor, poor Wade, Lindsey laughed, and Jackie and Betty looked at each other before they burst into laughter.

Theyre both doomed, Betty laughed, and in so, so many different ways, too, she doubled over, and Lindsey and Jackie joined her in their salute to the gentlemen who didnt know what was about to happen to them.

But, thats not important, Jackie replied stoically after she calmed down, and Lindsey giggled when Jackie gave her a stage wink.

Jackie took a seat at the table as Betty continued to speak. Lindsey, Jackie, in her past life before she became a nurse, was an insurance agent. One of her policies was with a couple that died in the Midwest in a horrible accident, and Jackie sat up.

That was no accident, maam, Jackie interrupted Betty. Their brake lines were cut, and it was after he had testified at a major case and before he could be cross-examined, so his testimony had to be tossed. I told my boss what Id found in my investigation, and he warned me not to mention it if I didnt want the same thing to happen to me. He was trying to protect me, but I didnt want to hear his excuses.

That was what made me decide to get out of the business: I wanted to help people, and I was being told not to, she continued.

Tell her the identities, Jackie, Betty ordered.

Willa and her husband Vincent James Quermasse, she replied, and Betty looked at her with a strange look, Lindsey thought. She was sure she saw Jackie gulp and add:

Willa Du Quermasse, Jackie added, and Lindsey gulped.

Wills older sister, Lindsey, Betty added.

But, whos Keri? Lindsey asked, and both women looked at her, perplexed.

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Will looked at the lipstick print and took the glass to the kitchen, opening a cabinet and placing the glass inside. He then went back to the table and removed the dishes, placing them all in the dishwasher. He placed the remaining food in storage dishes, covered them, and placed them in the refrigerator.

Only after the kitchen was completely clean and all of the pots were put away did he sit at the table and reach into his wallet, pulling out a well-loved laminated article.

TRAGIC LOCAL LOSS, he read out loud, wiping his face before the tears could get started.

Five captured, two dead in bank robbery attempt, he continued, and he stopped for a moment before continuing:

(Bangor, Maine) The human cost of a failed bank robbery was high in Brewer on Friday afternoon: five robbers were captured, but two were killed as a result of the attempt, including a 15-year-old girl who was in the bank with her mother and friends to open a savings account.. he stopped and held his head in his hands, weeping silently.

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Keri, who? Betty asked, sounding perplexed.

Lindsey nodded. That was the name he called out from the other side of the door, Betty.

Weve got to find out whats going on, Betty said, and Jackie nodded.

This could be a serious issue in Supervising Agent Dus career, if he has someone in his background being stalked or has been hurt, Jackie continued.

I concur: Lindsey, are you up to it? Betty asked, and Lindsey closed her eyes to think before responding.

What she saw in her eyelids was:

Will, down on one knee, proposing to her;

Will, fully dressed in his Formal Global Justice uniform with beret and dress saber, waiting at the front of the church;

Will, holding her hand as she screamed and squeezed his, delivering a child; and

Will, sitting with her, both rocking on the front porch, their hair streaked with gray as they watched their great-grandchildren playing in the yard.

Her eyes popped open in surprise, and Betty watched as a smile grew on Lindseys face.

Shes doomed, too, Betty laughed inside before Lindsey spoke.

Of course, Betty: Im in love with the lunatic, Lindsey replied, and Jackie laughed.

What is it about the people that are around the Possibles? she asked. It seems like they have a bad case of getting involved with people with deep pasts?

I dunno, Lieutenant, Lindsey replied with a wink and flipped her phone open.

Agent Will Du, she said, and the number dialed.

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Will looked up, surprised, at his cell ringing on the table. He got up and walked over to it and looked down, grimacing when he saw who the caller was:

Lindsey.

He touched a button, opening the circuit.

Get your tail to the Bunker in the next 30 minutes if you ever want to see me again, Lindseys voice dripped acid, and then the call dropped.

Well, he laughed, opening the cabinet door and looking at the lipstick-branded wine glass, I guess Id better head north, he closed his connection, removed his apron, and checked his visage in the mirror one last time before donning his windbreaker and heading out the door for the drop chute.

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05/08/2009

Thanks to jakt, Star-Eva01, and Silvermist for wonderful beta work; their suggestions and thoughts are timely and appreciated, as always. And no, kt, the chapter title does not refer to that plant (giggle right back at’cha).

Friendships wed all like to have, possess, and nurture forever that stand the test of time, and are unconditional: that describes both Lindsey and Will, and it describes my feelings for my wonderful betas.

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The chapter outline for the story of one Global Justice Supervising Agent Will Du, and someone 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.

For Commander Argus…Calm seas, and prosperous voyages, my friend. May you dance with the angels, sir.

And, for someone special: you know how I feel about you.