Rating: PG (for now)
Couples: Kim/Ron ???/???
Inspired by Mind Games
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Kim Possible characters. I own only those created for the benefit of this story, and they will be stated before each chapter. This chapter contains only Ron's mom, Amethyst, and Rebecca as my own.
One Year
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Chill out, whatcha yellin' for?
Lay back, it's all been done before.
And if you could only let it be, you would see,
I like you the way you are When we're drivin' in your carAnd your talkin' to me one on one, but you become
Somebody else, 'round everyone else,
you're watchin' your back, like you can't relax,
you're tryin' to be cool, ya look like a fool to me.
Tell me why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way your actin' like you're somebody else gets me frustrated.
~Avril Lavigne (Complicated)
Chapter One
Chains.
Kim Possible struggled as they wrapped around her like snakes, emitting soft hisses as they slithered their way around her body. Kim screamed, unsure of how to deal with the strange phenomenon. She had been through many things before, but nothing as obscure as this. She glared at her captor, a young woman with enchanting golden eyes, the pupils mere slits, resembling those of a cat. Her hair was long and curled, colored like honey. The woman smiled, revealing strange, fang-like teeth. She laughed as she sauntered up to her captive.
"Kim Possible," she purred, a feral expression on her face.
Kim remained silent as the woman stepped back. She snapped her fingers and the chains dispersed, allowing Kim to fall to the floor. The woman placed her hands behind her back and waited, as if expecting Kim to do something. The red-haired girl did just that. She ran at the woman, preparing her body for an attack. She reached back one of her arms as she neared her and threw a punch.
Her arm stopped in mid-air, and the woman laughed. "Foolish girl!" she crowed. Kim struggled, but her body wouldn't move. "So, Kim Possible can't do everything," the woman said, grabbing Kim's immobile arm and digging her long, pointed fingernails into it. Kim cried out in pain as the woman grabbed her other arm and pulled her forward. "Even the greatest among us have our limitations, girl," she said, releasing her prisoner's arms. Kim fell as she did so, and sat on the ground for a few moments, feeling, for once in her life, helpless.
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Back in her bed, Kim twisted and turned, muttering soft moans and groans, and the occasional name or cry for help. Her nightmare about the strange lady twisted deeper and deeper in the night, growing darker with every moment. She cried out again and bolted upwards, her green eyes snapping open. She shot a glance around her bedroom, every bit of her being relieved to find herself sitting in her comfortable bed.
She peered at the alarm clock on her nightstand, the glowing green numbers telling her that it was six o' clock in the morning. She sighed. It was time to wake up anyways. In five minutes the alarm would go off, and her mom would be knocking on her door. She flopped back against her pillow and closed her eyes. The dream still shifted in and out of her sleepy mind. 'It was just a nightmare,' she told herself. 'Nothing to worry about.' She smiled determinedly. 'I've been through worse than nightmares before!' She rested herself until the familiar knock at the door sounded and her mother peeked in.
"It's time to get up, honey," Mrs. Possible said gently, opening the door so that a little sliver of light shone on her daughter's eyes.
Kim yawned. "Alright," she murmured, sitting herself back up. She stood and stretched, slumping herself against her window and peering out into the world, where the morning had just begun to creep in on the darkness. 'Five after six is way too early to get up in the morning,' Kim thought to herself, forcing her sleepy eyes open, 'especially with everything I have to go through.' She yawned again and pried herself away from the window and out into the hallway, where she could smell the beginnings of breakfast and hear her brothers' loud snores. It was the typical weekday morning in the Possible household.
Kim dragged herself downstairs and sat down at her typical seat. She bowed her head and nestled it in her crossed arms, half falling asleep in that position. Her mother tapped her on the back and said in her (as Kim would say) sickeningly cheerful morning voice, "Oh, come one, hun, you can't be that sleepy."
"I went halfway across the world last night to stop another evil madman from taking over the world, and you say I can't be that sleepy?" Kim growled from her place at the table. "I can't wait 'til the school year's over. At least then I'll have some time to myself."
Her mother sighed. She understood that her daughter had an immense amount of stress on her shoulders, but she was also very proud of how Kim handled it. The red-haired teenager put up with a lot of things and had responsibilities in almost everything she did. It was understandable that she'd get a little touchy in the mornings.
Mrs. Possible chuckled as she heard a soft snore from Kim. She'd fallen asleep at the table. The older woman smiled. There was no reason to wake her up until breakfast was ready.
~*~*~*~
"Rooon!"
The blonde-haired boy rolled over and closed
his eyes tighter than they had been. 'Not now!' he thought to himself. 'It was
just starting to get good!'
"Roooon!!" a high-pitched voice called
out a second time. When the sleeping teenager refused to wake up, two tiny
hands came down on his back and began shaking him vigorously. "C'mon, Ron, you
gotta get up! It's a school day, and it's already seven o' clock!" Those words
did nothing to fuel Ron and the boy stayed firmly in his bed, trying his best
to ignore his little sister's sweet voice.
Rebecca clambered up and onto Ron's bed. She had only one option left. She jumped up high and fell down on Ron's side, issuing a yelp and scrambling movement from under the jumbled covers. She giggled as her brother emerged from his cocoon of blankets and sheets right before falling to the floor. "Sorry!" she chuckled as he disentangled himself. "Didn't mean to make ya fall!" She squealed as her brother scooped her up into his arms and pulled her down with him. He then began tickling her, causing the seven-year-old girl to burst out in fits of laughter that woke up the last remaining member of the room, Rufus. Rufus peered over the top of his tiny homemade bed at the two siblings, yawning in his cute little way and flopping himself back down on the soft cotton balls that made his pillow. It was time to get up, he knew, but he didn't have to until Ron was ready to leave for school.
The two siblings made their way out of the room and split ways for a bit, Ron heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth and scrub up a bit before school, and Rebecca tramping down the hall and into the kitchen for a bowl of cereal.
Ron met his small family in the kitchen after a few minutes, grinning at his mom and sitting himself down next to Rebecca, who was just finishing her cereal, and who seemed to be absorbed in reading the back of the box. "Good morning," his mother said. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah," Ron said, "that is, until a little
monster came in and jumped on my side." He added the second half in with a
playful tone in his voice, to make sure that Rebecca knew that he didn't mean
anything by it. She grinned at him.
"Rarr!" she growled. "I am the boogey
monster, and I will never let you sleep in! Raaaarr!" She stood up and grabbed
a large wooden spoon their mom had left on the counter. "Grr!" she growled,
poking Ron in that back. "Grrowlies!"
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Growlies?"
"Yes!" his sister exclaimed, whapping him on the head. "Growlies! It is the evil call of the boogey monsters! Grrrroooowlieees!"
Ms. Stoppable watched as the two teased each other. She was relieved that Ron and Rebecca had such a close relationship, especially since it made everything all the much easier since her husband had run out on them. Ron cared about Rebecca more than anything, and his mother knew that she didn't have to worry so long as they kept going on the way that they were. She smiled inwardly. They may not be the perfect image of a family, but as far as she was concerned, they were just fine the way they were.
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The first of the students had begun to arrive at the school, taking no notice to the dark figure that loitered in the parking lot, watching everything from behind two amber eyes. It was easy for her to appear normal in this place, all she had to do was make a few modifications to her body and she fit in perfectly. She appeared to be a normal teenage girl with long, flowing blonde hair and the most peculiar of eyes. She ran her fingers through the soft hair and laughed. People had so long disgraced her for being different, and she had finally found a way to be the same. What could they say now?
Inside she was nervous. She had skipped so much during her long departure from the humans. Had she missed too much to truly fit in? She'd updated herself on the newest technologies, which included the fascinating internet and home computer systems. She had no use for them, but it was nice to know that she wouldn't be caught in an awkward moment during a conversation with some of her new friends.
She was absolutely sure that she would have friends. She would soon be the most popular girl in school. Wouldn't that be great? She would deny every assumption that had been made about her by those idiotic scientists. She was going to be perfect.
She watched as a duo of friends walked towards the school chatting amiably. She observed them further. One was a beautiful redheaded girl with spectacular green eyes, and the other a blond haired boy with freckles and brown eyes. She grinned. If she was going to make friends then she had to start somewhere, didn't she?