Post by jurneejakes on Dec 18, 2007 0:18:00 GMT -5
Epilogue
Kim sat in class trying to concentrate. There was construction going on in the next room and everyone knew why. She and Ron had basically both slept all of Sunday and now Monday had strolled into her life. The weekend news stories had told everyone what had happened here, as well as her part in it. She and Ron had hurt a lot people and caused a lot of damage. The only reason they weren’t in prison with the likes of Dementor and Adrena Lynn was due largely to Global Justice’s recommendation, as well as their two newest operatives. Drakken and Shego.
Throughout the day, all of the students were giving her a wide berth. “Class dismissed.” Professor Credible said. “Ms. Possible, could I talk to you a moment?”
Kim gulped. “Yes sir.” she said, stepping up to his desk once the rest of the class had filtered out.
Due to recent experiences, I’m going to give you another chance at your paper.” he said, handing back the essay with a circled red ‘F’ at the top. Kim was in shock. An ‘F’?! “And next time, if you require and extension... ask. Please don’t break into my office to hand in a late paper. That may have been acceptable in Middleton High, but this is Diverse City.”
Kim swallowed hard. “Can I ask you something, sir?”
“Can you?” he asked.
“May I...?” she rephrased.
“Yes, you may.”
“Why didn’t you use your att... I mean, cerebral manipulator for good?” she asked.
“I’m a scientist, Ms. Possible. I’m interested in discovery. Not money. You’re no doubt wondering about my dealings with Henchco?” he asked with a cold smile. “I assure you, I offer them none of my research for any price. Now remember... two days. And I expect a much better paper considering your first hand knowledge.”
Kim nodded, rolling her paper up in her fist. It was the first time she had ever failed an actual assignment. Maybe she didn’t really know what Ron went through after his first attitudinator experience. He did seem to get worse after each one though. She couldn’t imagine what could happen if he kept going through such traumatic experiences.
Ron stood as straight and tall as he could in his Diverse City Community College football uniform. He was in line with the other players of the team and he was, of course the smallest. And yet there was a wide gap on either side of him. He thought for a moment back to the past weekend. Had he done something here? He couldn’t remember. Most of the weekend had been a blur though.
Coach Tarkin exited the building and, as always, marched up to her team of players with purpose and drive. As she neared, she began calling out names and doling out punishments for last weeks horrible excuse for a practice run. “Stoppable!” Ron hadn’t noticed his name called. He had already had his new name ‘Small Fry’ beat into him. He continued looking forward without flinching until Cindy Tarkin looked him in the eye.
“Stoppable!” she shouted again.
Ron snapped to attention. “Uh, yes sir, ma’am?! I mean...”
“Stoppable! Keep your mouth shut and give me twenty laps. Gotta keep your speed up. Go, now!” she continued to shout before moving quickly onto the next player. “Tanner!” Ron looked both ways before realizing what had just happened. He was being excused. Usually, he was being used as a tackle dummy or stuck doing pushups or worse yet, a crabwalk around the school. Whether his evil side had intimidated the school or not, he wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t going to argue. His body protested against the strains that it had endured only two days before, but he wore a smile anyway. His Ron-ness was back and it was something he missed every time it went away.
“Hello?” Kim possible asked, lifting her phone to her ear. Wade was working on a new Kimmunicator since she lost her old one in the University basement. She took a quick stock of what all she had lost over the weekend. Her car was at her parents home, being worked on by her brothers in their spare time. Her battlesuit had taken such extensive damage that Wade figured he may have to construct a completely new one and her reputation as an international hero... well. She would have to repair that herself.
“Hello, Kimmie.” came the voice on the other end.
“Shego?” Kim asked, curling up on her bed in her pajamas. It seemed odd that anyone would be calling this late, let alone Shego.
Shego herself was curled up in a chair of her own in her apartment, filing her nails. She had broken a few over the weekend and was busy getting them to look their best. “I’m glad you still recognize me. So.. How’re things going?” she asked.
“Uh.. Okay, I guess. Was there something you wanted?”
“I had a question for you, Kimmie.” Shego said, waiting for a response.
Kim smiled to herself. “What’s that?” she asked, hugging her Pandaroo cuddlebuddy close to her chest.
“I was just wondering...” Shego said, putting the file down and lowering her voice to a whisper. “If your battlesuit shielded you from the cerebral manipulator like mine did...” Shego asked with an evil grin. All she heard was a quick gasp, then dial tone.
Ron put the new door back in place at Kim’s dorm room. He heard the phone hang up as he walked in to her bedroom. “Who was that, KP?” he asked.
Kim looked at him with wonder. He could have nearly conquered the world and now he strode in as though nothing had ever happened. Could she forget it all like that? Should she? “Ron...” she said, patting an area of her bed as she set her Pandaroo off to the side of her night stand. She suddenly felt very cool and exposed, but she sat where she was. She had never had anything to hide from Ron.
“Go ahead, KP.” Ron said, sitting as he was told. “What have you got?”
Kim smiled a nervous smile. One she hadn’t used since their first kiss at junior prom. “I’m just wondering how you’re doing, that’s all. Y’know. After everything that’s happened.”
Ron seemed to ponder the question. “Well, I now seem to be feared at school and on the street. It’s definately a new feeling.”
“Have you called home at all, yet? I imagine your parents must be worried.” Kim said, skirting her real question.
“Oh yeah. Everything’s kosher. Hannah gave me a talking to. Even got a visit from Sensei telling me how dangerously close I was to following in the footsteps of Monkey Fist.” Ron said matter of factly.
“Oh. Uh, that’s good!” Kim said. “I... I haven’t had a chance to talk to my parents yet. Just the Tweebs. I suppose we should apologize to Wade’s parents too for destroying their home.”
“Yeah... I guess.” Ron said, looking away for a moment. “Well, I guess it’s getting late, isn’t it? I just came over to make sure you were doing okay.”
“It’s already late, Ron.” Kim smiled.
“I guess I should go then.” Ron nodded and stood to leave. Kim took his hand before he got out of reach. Ron looked surprised and uncertain but she noticed his shoulders square and his posture straighten nonetheless. Kim drew him back to her side, and as she dimmed the lights, they both knew there would be no return to the place in their lives that they had just been.
Kim sat in class trying to concentrate. There was construction going on in the next room and everyone knew why. She and Ron had basically both slept all of Sunday and now Monday had strolled into her life. The weekend news stories had told everyone what had happened here, as well as her part in it. She and Ron had hurt a lot people and caused a lot of damage. The only reason they weren’t in prison with the likes of Dementor and Adrena Lynn was due largely to Global Justice’s recommendation, as well as their two newest operatives. Drakken and Shego.
Throughout the day, all of the students were giving her a wide berth. “Class dismissed.” Professor Credible said. “Ms. Possible, could I talk to you a moment?”
Kim gulped. “Yes sir.” she said, stepping up to his desk once the rest of the class had filtered out.
Due to recent experiences, I’m going to give you another chance at your paper.” he said, handing back the essay with a circled red ‘F’ at the top. Kim was in shock. An ‘F’?! “And next time, if you require and extension... ask. Please don’t break into my office to hand in a late paper. That may have been acceptable in Middleton High, but this is Diverse City.”
Kim swallowed hard. “Can I ask you something, sir?”
“Can you?” he asked.
“May I...?” she rephrased.
“Yes, you may.”
“Why didn’t you use your att... I mean, cerebral manipulator for good?” she asked.
“I’m a scientist, Ms. Possible. I’m interested in discovery. Not money. You’re no doubt wondering about my dealings with Henchco?” he asked with a cold smile. “I assure you, I offer them none of my research for any price. Now remember... two days. And I expect a much better paper considering your first hand knowledge.”
Kim nodded, rolling her paper up in her fist. It was the first time she had ever failed an actual assignment. Maybe she didn’t really know what Ron went through after his first attitudinator experience. He did seem to get worse after each one though. She couldn’t imagine what could happen if he kept going through such traumatic experiences.
Ron stood as straight and tall as he could in his Diverse City Community College football uniform. He was in line with the other players of the team and he was, of course the smallest. And yet there was a wide gap on either side of him. He thought for a moment back to the past weekend. Had he done something here? He couldn’t remember. Most of the weekend had been a blur though.
Coach Tarkin exited the building and, as always, marched up to her team of players with purpose and drive. As she neared, she began calling out names and doling out punishments for last weeks horrible excuse for a practice run. “Stoppable!” Ron hadn’t noticed his name called. He had already had his new name ‘Small Fry’ beat into him. He continued looking forward without flinching until Cindy Tarkin looked him in the eye.
“Stoppable!” she shouted again.
Ron snapped to attention. “Uh, yes sir, ma’am?! I mean...”
“Stoppable! Keep your mouth shut and give me twenty laps. Gotta keep your speed up. Go, now!” she continued to shout before moving quickly onto the next player. “Tanner!” Ron looked both ways before realizing what had just happened. He was being excused. Usually, he was being used as a tackle dummy or stuck doing pushups or worse yet, a crabwalk around the school. Whether his evil side had intimidated the school or not, he wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t going to argue. His body protested against the strains that it had endured only two days before, but he wore a smile anyway. His Ron-ness was back and it was something he missed every time it went away.
“Hello?” Kim possible asked, lifting her phone to her ear. Wade was working on a new Kimmunicator since she lost her old one in the University basement. She took a quick stock of what all she had lost over the weekend. Her car was at her parents home, being worked on by her brothers in their spare time. Her battlesuit had taken such extensive damage that Wade figured he may have to construct a completely new one and her reputation as an international hero... well. She would have to repair that herself.
“Hello, Kimmie.” came the voice on the other end.
“Shego?” Kim asked, curling up on her bed in her pajamas. It seemed odd that anyone would be calling this late, let alone Shego.
Shego herself was curled up in a chair of her own in her apartment, filing her nails. She had broken a few over the weekend and was busy getting them to look their best. “I’m glad you still recognize me. So.. How’re things going?” she asked.
“Uh.. Okay, I guess. Was there something you wanted?”
“I had a question for you, Kimmie.” Shego said, waiting for a response.
Kim smiled to herself. “What’s that?” she asked, hugging her Pandaroo cuddlebuddy close to her chest.
“I was just wondering...” Shego said, putting the file down and lowering her voice to a whisper. “If your battlesuit shielded you from the cerebral manipulator like mine did...” Shego asked with an evil grin. All she heard was a quick gasp, then dial tone.
Ron put the new door back in place at Kim’s dorm room. He heard the phone hang up as he walked in to her bedroom. “Who was that, KP?” he asked.
Kim looked at him with wonder. He could have nearly conquered the world and now he strode in as though nothing had ever happened. Could she forget it all like that? Should she? “Ron...” she said, patting an area of her bed as she set her Pandaroo off to the side of her night stand. She suddenly felt very cool and exposed, but she sat where she was. She had never had anything to hide from Ron.
“Go ahead, KP.” Ron said, sitting as he was told. “What have you got?”
Kim smiled a nervous smile. One she hadn’t used since their first kiss at junior prom. “I’m just wondering how you’re doing, that’s all. Y’know. After everything that’s happened.”
Ron seemed to ponder the question. “Well, I now seem to be feared at school and on the street. It’s definately a new feeling.”
“Have you called home at all, yet? I imagine your parents must be worried.” Kim said, skirting her real question.
“Oh yeah. Everything’s kosher. Hannah gave me a talking to. Even got a visit from Sensei telling me how dangerously close I was to following in the footsteps of Monkey Fist.” Ron said matter of factly.
“Oh. Uh, that’s good!” Kim said. “I... I haven’t had a chance to talk to my parents yet. Just the Tweebs. I suppose we should apologize to Wade’s parents too for destroying their home.”
“Yeah... I guess.” Ron said, looking away for a moment. “Well, I guess it’s getting late, isn’t it? I just came over to make sure you were doing okay.”
“It’s already late, Ron.” Kim smiled.
“I guess I should go then.” Ron nodded and stood to leave. Kim took his hand before he got out of reach. Ron looked surprised and uncertain but she noticed his shoulders square and his posture straighten nonetheless. Kim drew him back to her side, and as she dimmed the lights, they both knew there would be no return to the place in their lives that they had just been.