Team Possible Inc. Back to School
Chapter 8: Unexpected
A Kim Possible Fan Fic by the Pharaoh Rutin Tutin
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Following "After Action" and "Recruiting and Recovery" Team Possible settles in for some normal, back-to-school fun. Of course "normal" is a relative concept. And with relatives like Team Possible…
These are the stories of the basic, average girls and guys of Middleton and what inspires them to save the world.
You can't stop them 'cause they're TEAM POSSIBLE, INC.
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Upperton Lakes Federal Penitentiary, Women's Unit
As she was led down the long corridor, the familiar chorus of catcalls and cheers were like a "welcome home" anthem to her emerald ears.
"How WAS Eddie? He's been talking about you. Seriously."
"You should change your name to She-Stopped."
"Freaky!"
"All right, here's your home. Say hello to your new cell-mate."
"Ooh, Shege-wege!"
Shego rolled her eyes back and prayed to whatever power would still listen, "No! Not HER!"
"Oh this will be so much FUN! We're in here, together. And both our boyfriends are over in the men's block."
"How many times do I have to say it? DRAKEN IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!"
"Not Drewbie Wewbie, silly. I mean Eddie. That cutie is already half gorilla without any genetic enhancement."
"What I said about Draken? It goes DOUBLE for Motor Ed!"
"Aww, a lovers' spat. You better be careful or some other villainess my just snatch him away from your hot hands. Heck, if I didn't have Monty, I'd make a play for him myself."
Shego shuddered as she struggled to remove the image from her mind.
"So tell. Why didn't they bring the two of you in together?"
"Sigh. After the princess stopped the Kepler, Ed escaped up to Canada and I took off to Europe. Ed tried to repeat one of his cousin's lame plans and the Cheerleader caught up with him again. Then they sent him here because she cuffed him on this side of the lake."
"So, how did they catch you?"
"I turned myself in. I was relaxing at my favourite spa in Greece when this crazy bounty hunter shows up. This guy dogged me all over the Balkan Peninsula. I realized that it would be easier to escape from prison than from that nut job."
"Hey, that's a great idea, a bounty hunter that's part dog. I'm going to get to work on that as soon as I get back to my lab! I see why Drewbie keeps you around. You're some kind of Genius! Thank you."
"Sigh. You're welcome, I guess." And with that, Shego began to put away her prison issued gear.
When she reached the toilet paper, she noticed a message lightly written on the first sheet.
Shego, WEE needs your assistance. If you're interested, request "The Count of Monte Cristo" from the library. We will break you out within 48 hours and negotiate the terms of your service at that time.
Tearing the sheet off the roll, Shego blew her nose and tossed the paper into the toilet. A few minutes later, a prisoner pushed an old library cart by the cell. "Hall, Amy. The new issue of Cuddler's Monthly just arrived today."
"Oh boy! This is the issue where they'll announce the winner of the Design-A-Buddy contest."
"Do you have an entry this time?"
"No, they barred me from any future contests after the Bearguin I sent them got loose in the office."
With a confused and slightly disgusted look, the library clerk turned her attention to Shego, "Did you want anything from the library?"
"I'd like last winter's issue of the Pacific Quarterly Review of Science and Technology. There's a great article on plasma fields. And could I also get The Count of Monte Cristo?"
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The familiar low roar of a motorcycle roused the neighborhood. The residents of Casa de Possible understood how the inhabitants of the Serengeti felt when a pride of lions was hunting.
Anne Possible stepped out the front door to see Yori pull up with Wade on the back and his arms firmly around her waist. ( "And not one millimeter higher. Am I understood, Wade-Kun?" )
"Well, this is odd. This is a school day, Wade. Kim isn't running a workout this morning."
"I know that, Dr Possible. There are other reasons I'm out this morning."
"Other than the chance to hold a beautiful girl close?"
"I think that may have been a contributing factor, Possible-Sama," Yori giggled her reply as the young genius's blush rapidly reached a boiling point.
"So just what are you . . ."
"WADE'S HERE!"
"DID YOU GET THE PARTS?"
With a nod and a grin, the medical matron stepped aside as the resident junior geniuses quickly overtook the visiting prodigy.
"Guys, you KNOW that the grappler beam plans are classified. I couldn't just hand over this Radio Shark shopping list, this back up force bubble projector for your sister's battle suit, and then tell you to review the article on retrieving satellites your father published in the spring issue of 'Pacific Quarterly Review of Science and Technology'." ( WINK )
"Of course not," two voices responded in unison with another wink.
"I'm glad to see you're being more careful about classified technology. And you boys really should get those twitchy eyes looked at." ( WINK )
"Yes mom" they responded in unison as they took off for the garage.
"Would you two care to join us for breakfast? If we hurry, we can get to the Belgian Waffles before Ron shows up with Rufus."
"That would be most pleasant, Possible-sama."
"Then come on in. We don't want to make the students late, do we Wade?"
"Not at all. In fact, I need to be at the high school this morning as well."
"High School Wade? I thought you already had your Ph.D."
"Two actually. And I'll defend the thesis for my third in December. I'm doing some work for the Middleton Unified District. The Board of Education has been trying to keep it quiet, but the security on the school computer system is laughable at best. I think my unauthorized transfer of Joss' transcripts was a wake up call to them. And with Jim and Tim IN the school, well . . . "
"Don't say anymore. I can't tell you how much sleep I lose just thinking of what those two might do. Oh, will Hiro be joining us?"
"No," Wade answered. "He and Monique have been going out for some 'private off-road riding lessons' before school."
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Middleton High School cafeteria
With the loss of the traditional "Senior's Table" the members of the growing Team Possible often would sit together and discuss the latest sitch. Today, Justine was giving an update.
"Well, It started when Kim told Yori and I about a problem at Dimitris' Deli in Upperton."
Ron interrupted, "That place that sells 147 varieties of Mediterranean cheeses?"
Rufus popped up from Ron's pocket and started hyperventilating at the thought.
"153 as of Tuesday," Justine corrected as Ron and Rufus turned into a drooling mass thinking of all that cheese. The rest of the table just rolled their eyes as Justine continued.
"Mr. Papanderou, the owner, met us in Middleton and explained the problem."
Yori picked up the story, "Yes, it seems that although business had been good, the store was losing money and none of the usual security or accounting procedures was turning up anything."
"Perhaps I should say that Mr. Papanderou had been convicted of theft and sent to prison in the 70's." Justine interjected. "However, they caught and sentenced the wrong man. His conviction was eventually overturned, but not before he spent two years in prison."
"Quite right, Justine-chan. That is why once he started his business, he always had parolees and probationers on his payroll."
"So Mr. Papanderou 'hired' Jean Rustle Finn, a high school dropout on probation, to work in the evenings."
"Wait a minute," Ron interrupted. "Who the heck is Jean Rustle Finn?"
"She was me, with a few phony documents that Wade ran off."
"Simple forgeries," Wade commented. "I can print those in my sleep. So not the drama."
"Any way, while 'Jean' was working nights at the deli, Yori kept an eye on me. So I was never in any real danger."
Tara asked Yori, "So you just hung out in the deli while Justine was in there? Didn't that look suspicious?"
"I can assure you, Tara-chan, nobody saw me 'hanging out' in Dimitris'."
"How could you do that?"
Hiro took this question, "That is a trade secret of the Ninja. I'm afraid we can't tell you."
"Anyway," the Queen of the Science Fair continued, "on my second night, the owner's son, Dimitris Jr., walked in at closing time and started skimming from the register as soon as there weren't any customers in the building. I asked him what he was doing and he SLAPPED ME TO THE FLOOR! Using words I can't repeat in school, he let me know that 'some punk girl with a record' wouldn't tell him what he couldn't do. Then he threatened to turn in me and all the other employees with records and blame them for the business losses if I didn't give him EXACTLY what he wanted."
Yori reentered the conversation with "At that point, I transmitted the events that happened to Papanderou-san from the digital recorder I was carrying and stepped into the light. To say Dimitris Jr. was angry at the interruption would be an understatement. The man pulled out a revolver and began to bark out orders and obscenities like the dog he is."
"Yori disarmed and subdued the jerk before he could do any real damage. Mr. Papanderou and the police both arrived within a few minutes."
"I will never forget Papanderou-San's final comment to his son as the police led him to the squad car."
"I hope that one day, you will find an employer willing to hire an ex-con and that he treats you better that you treated my employees. I hope that one day, your child will treat you better than you treated your father. And just so you know, I'm changing my will. Your sister now will inherit everything. We may see each other again one day, but don't count on it. Good bye, my son."
"Now THAT is a sad story."
"Justine, did he hurt you?"
"No, those martial arts lessons over the summer taught me how to roll with the blow. It wasn't any worse than Monique's spin-kick combo in practice."
"So what's next?"
Yori answered, "The assistant DA talked with us yesterday. With all the evidence against him, along with the statements of all the employees he threatened, the Public Defender convinced him to plead out the case. Exactly how much prison time he gets will be for a judge to decide, but his father already gave him the worst punishment possible."
As the table continued to discuss this latest victory for Team Possible, a familiar brunette walked up to the group.
Ron was the first to speak up, "What up, Bon Bon?"
"Well, Ron Ron, I have an announcement. Then I'd like to ask for some help."
When Bonnie had finished, the entire table sat there in stunned silence. After a few minutes, Kim was the first to regain her voice."
"Are you for real. B?"
"It's as real as it gets, K."
"Bonnie, is this a new ploy to grab attention for yourself?"
"No Tara. Well, yes I am seeking attention, but for a cause, not for me."
"And you really think you can do this?"
"I probably can't get everything, but all I really want to do is raise awareness. Anything beyond that is gravy."
"And what if you do get it all?"
"Then I am ready to do the job."
"I don't know if I . . . "
"KP, there is a way."
"Ron, do you mean . . . ?"
With a quick, silent nod to Yori and Hirotaka, Ron then turned back to Kim and said, "Only if you and Bonnie both agree. After all, it is kind of 'our' thing."
Reluctantly, Kim sighed, "Ok, but only as much as you need to be sure."
Turning to Bonnie, Ron motioned for her to sit down opposite him at the table. He then placed his cane between them and asked the youngest Rockwaller to rest her hands on it.
"Bonnie, what I want to do won't hurt, but it is terribly intimate. So far, I have only done this in training with the Sensei of Yamanouchi, some of his pupils, and Kim. Yamanouchi alumni all practice rigid mental discipline, so with them it isn't much more than an intimate conversation. With Kim, it was the wildest experience either of us ever had. I can't do anything if you resist me. And if you allow me to do this, I won't go any deeper or stay any longer than absolutely necessary. You see, what I'll do is go inside your mind."
"Is that possi . . . oh, right. Sometimes I forget who I'm talking to."
"Well Bonnie may I?"
"What do I need to do?"
"Just relax, clear your mind, and imagine yourself in an empty room with a door. When I get to the door, let me in. Ok?"
Bonnie nodded and closed her eyes. Ron placed his hands on the cane beside Bonnie's and closed his eyes as well. Within a minute, the cane started faintly glowing blue. Then without warning both Ron and Bonnie sat bolt upright and opened their eyes, which were glowing with blue fire.
Bonnie closed her eyes and fell facedown on to the table. Ron collapsed on Kim's shoulder.
When the Varsity Cheer Choreographer opened her eyes again, she meekly asked Kim, "Does Ron do THAT to you?"
"Only every day," the redhead replied with a smug giggle.
"K, you are the LUCKIEST girl alive!"
"And you didn't think he should take me to the prom."
"Ronnie, you wouldn't happen to know another man who can do that?"
"Just the Sensei of Yamanouchi."
"Is he single?"
Ron, Rufus, Yori, Hirotaka, and Kim all began laughing.
"I take it he's married."
"Oh Rockwaller-san, our Sensei is unmarried and is regarded as quite a potential catch by Ninja women over 60."
"How old is he?"
"Somewhere between seventy and seven hundred would be my guess." Ron replied. Yori and Hiro mutely nodded in agreement.
"Getting back to the subject Mr. Spork," Kim interrupted "what about Bonnie's plan?"
"It's a good idea, and she's sincere about it. From what I can tell, this is the right thing for her to do, and she wants to do it for the right reasons." Looking to Bonnie he said, "I'm in."
"Well, if Ron's convinced, so am I. You've got me too, B."
"The tech support of Load and Associates is at your disposal, Miss Rockwaller."
Within moments, everyone at the table was in agreement, and Bonnie was practically glowing with the feeling.
"Then let's get to Mr. Barkin's government class. I'll make the public announcement there."
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"CHEESE AND CRACKERS, ROCKWALLER! Are you SERIOUS?"
"Mr. Barkin, I've never been more serious about anything in my life."
"Some of the best friends I ever had gave their lives defending that right for you and people around the world. I can't condone treating this like a classroom project."
"I don't intend to treat it like schoolwork. There are important issues here and I intend to have my voice heard on this."
"Miss Rockwaller, if this is real, you are beginning a journey of service to your community and your country that must not be taken lightly."
"Mr. Barkin, this is real, and I want to do this."
"Ok, you have the floor. Convince me."
"Thank you, Mr. Barkin. My fellow students, when I was a child, my father would attend Middleton City Council meetings regularly. He would take notes, ask questions, and give his opinions to Mayor McKebbuck and the council members, at the appropriate times of course. My father died just after I started in Jr. High and mom never went to the council meetings."
"I turned 18 over the summer and as soon as I got back to Middleton, I registered to vote. Then I attended a Council meeting for the first time in six years. The problems they were debating were the same ones I heard back in elementary school. Street repairs, more police, more firefighters, decaying downtown, attracting new businesses, city services to the bordering townships, consolidation with the county, with Lowerton, with Upperton."
"There are solutions to these problems that will require hard and unpopular decisions. But the incumbent council led by our four-term Mayor McKebbuck, who is running unopposed for the second time, seems to be interested in nothing but maintaining their seats and the status quo."
"Therefore, to force these issues and others into the public forum. To demand honest answers from our elected leaders. And, if selected, to lead this city into a new era of government that is responsive and responsible first and foremost to the citizens of Middleton. I have registered with the local election board my intent to run as a write-in candidate during the general election this November."
"I am running for the office of the Mayor of the City of Middleton and I need your support."
"I'm Bonnie Rockwaller, and I approve this message."
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Author's Note
Unexpected?
Well, this is the end of TPI Back To School. The TPI story will continue, however.
Next up will be a short tale involving Ron, Kim, their parents, and the dirty laundry from both families.
Then we will get back into action with the Rockwaller campaign.
And I say "WE" deliberately.
Unfortunately, I can't seem to arrange a press conference in the City of Middleton, so I'm asking the good people of this FanFic community to stand in for the Fourth Estate. PM or E-mail me with your questions for candidate Rockwaller by 11:59 p.m. EDT, Friday, May 25, 2007. I'll use as many as I can. Remember that this story is inspired by a Disney show and has a "T" rating. Bonnie's first press conference will be posted Memorial Day, Monday, May 28, 2007.
Now it's time to give a few heartfelt thanks.
To JAKT, mkusenagi2, creativetoo, Robert Teague, CajunBear73, AtomicFire, King in Yellow, TimeCougar, Hamlets-pirate, CastaS, Chaosengine, Captainkodak1, my gaurdian HaruHara, and A markov. Your kind reviews of the TPI stories have meant more to me than I can say. When I began posting Fan Fics, it was for myself. Now, I have a larger audience that cares about my stories and me far more than I ever expected. I only hope to be worthy of your continued attention.
When I began this part of the TPI story, I knew it would be transitional. What I didn't know for certain was where it would end. That brings me to my mentor, my friend, my éminence grise. CPNEB, you give me the confidence to go with my gut, take the unexpected turn in the story, and explore the tough questions. All without condemning me when I say to much, don't say enough, or just plain get it wrong. I only hope to avoid retribution.
Again, questions for Bonnie's first press conference at the Middleton Motor Lodge need to reach the Pharaoh Rutin Tutin by 11:59 p.m. EDT, Friday, May 25, 2007. You can PM me through the bot. ( But that does go crazy once in a while. ) Or you can E-mail me at
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