Kim Possible Porn Story: Birth and Rebirth 01 Will I Chapter 7

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 7: Prune plant

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Good afternoon, Supervising Agent Du, the female voice spoke to him moments after he touched down on the Bunker tube landing pad. He did not recognize the voice, and he turned to face her.

Where in the world did Doc Adams find her, Will grinned inside as she stepped forward, saluting him as he stepped out of the tube. He smiled and saluted in return, but she looked familiar, somehowhe brushed the thought aside.

The nurse in front of him would definitely get Bradys attention, he thought, and his, tooif he had not already fallen, hard, for Lindsey. She was a beauty, much like Dr. Anne as a redhead, but her hair was soft, shoulder-length, worn in a ponytail styledone entirely different than Annes, he thought. She was as tall as Anne, possibly even taller, and maybe two pounds heavier and, in all the right places, too, Will thought with an evil grin inside. She definitely has Annes legs, and her smile, too, he deduced, shes built like a fine sports car: shapely and beautiful, all rolled together in one wonderful vehicle, and ready to be taken out for a test drive, he thought. As the need for speed cross his mind, he backed off, faster than a cat on a hot tin roof in a West Texas summer. He had once ventured down that path, and he recalled a size 6 Prada, firmly launched into his backside. He unconsciously squeezed, glad she could not see him do so.

And, you are?

Lieutenant Jacqueline Capperson, R. N., Supervising Agent Du, she replied, and he knew that C. P. was in trouble: her voice was confident, certain, and most definitely that of a professional.

Will checked and breathed a sigh of relief: good, no Pradas. She wore sensible low heels, but her legs were beautiful even in them. BL (Before Lindsey entered his life), he would have imagined her in four-inch heels; now, AL (After Lindsey), he didnt even give it a second thought.

Ill take you to the Pit to see Lindsey, Supervising Agent, she spun on her heels and headed for the elevators.

Will, please, Will interjected, and Jackie, walking away, smiled.

Youve got a keeper, Lindsey, she thought. Its Jackie, then, Will, she said as they stepped into the elevator and went to the Pit floor.

What is the Pit, Jackie? Will asked.

The Fire Pit: its where we go to relax. Its vacant at this time of day because everyone is either asleep or on shift, she said as the elevator door opened, and she led him to a door with a picture of a huge flame coming out of a can forming the words The Pit in stylized flames. The door slid soundlessly open, and Will gasped.

Hed been at the Bunker before, but hed not been in this room.

It was huge, and there was a huge open fire pit in the center of the room. The flames were leaping as the indoor breezes struck them, and the lights were low enough that all of the colors of the flame could be seen: all of the reds, yellows, oranges, blues, violets, and even the whites were visible, all dancing as if to music.

And, off to the right, she was standing, waiting.

Will gulped, and he heard the door close behind him. He turned, and he saw that Jackie had left the room, leaving him alone, with

Lindsey.

Will, are you all right? her voice was music to his ears, but he wasnt ready for her tune.

Im fine, Lindsey, he replied nonchalantly, walking toward her and steeling his face into his on the job look. He grabbed a small branch from the woodpile as he walked past it and then casually tossed it into the Pit, the flames leaping in response to the fresh food, hickory this meal, provided.

No, youre not, Will, she challenged him with her response, and Will turned to really look at her. He could see that her face was tear-streaked; her eyes had that bloodshot look that only comes from crying so hard that your heart would hurt. As a small part of his mind made a note that hed never seen her cry before, the larger part had only one thought: Oh, my goodness, shes so very beautiful. God, what have I done to be so blessed, to deserve a vision such as this?

She spoke softly, taking one more step forward towards him, saying only three words:

Will, whos Keri?

Three wordsthree simple words.

Those words were the knife, stabbing his heart repeatedly, just like a Grade-B horror movie knife-wielding psycho gone wild, carving out chucks of the heart to serve up for dinner to his unsuspecting friends while, simultaneously, taking an extra dose of extreme pleasure from the pain he was causing. As Will doubled over in agony, he cursed the part of his mind that wondered what made the sorrow and pain worse: the fact that the knife was twisting into his heart and his memories of Keri, or the fact that Lindsey was, in fact, the one with her hand unknowingly twisting the blade.

I cant tell her, Keri, he cried out in anguish in his head, ‘it hurts too much.’

The response in his head was the shock: I know, my dear, sweet, William, my always love, but its long past time for you to let me go, she replied, and he stood straight up in shock at the voice in his head.

When Lindsey saw him double over, she took two steps toward him and stopped when she saw his hand come out to stop her, but then his whole upper body shot up and faced her. She could not stop herself from stepping back in fear.

Something wasnt right and every fiber of her being screamed out. Her self-preservation kicked into high gear, and Will could sense the panic that he was causing. He had to right the sitch fast, as a certain red-head would have said, and so he did the one thing he didnt think he could do

he smiled.

Lindsey gasped at his response.

Its O.K., Lindsey, he said softly, almost as a whisper. Between the smile on his face and the softness in his voice, he calmed her as he also reached out his hand to take hers.

Its been so long, and Ive never told anyone. But, then again, Ive never felt like I could tell anyone who would understanduntil you, he smiled and lifted her hand to his lips, gently kissing it and causing her to blush.

Its long past time I told someone, he said, pulling her with him to a pair of ottomans about 15 feet from the fire pit, on the side away from the main entrance. He led her to one, and he pulled the other one up so it was touching hers, and then he sat tailor-style on his. Lindsey joined him, grinning and pulling her dress down over her knees as she sat, tailor-style, as well.

He smiled. I assume that there are monitors in here, correct? he asked, and Lindsey nodded. Getting up, she went to one wall and retrieved a remote control from a cabinet, returning to her seat after handing it to him.

Connected to the GJ network and Net? he asked, and she nodded again.

Laptop? Will grinned.

Youre getting greedy, Agent Du, Will turned in the direction of the voice, and a WadeBot handed him a GJ laptop. Bon apptit, the WadeBot laughed and rolled away, heading for the exit alcove in the wall and disappearing with hardly a trace.

Will opened the laptop and smiled: it was already at the secure login page. He quickly entered his ID and password, and then he swiped his thumb over the biometric reader. The camera appeared on the screen, and he leaned in front of it. A sensor from the laptop emitted a bright green light, scanned across his left eye, and the laptop beeped.

Will entered the system, changing the system settings display on the external monitor. The monitor flickered, and Lindsey could now see his desktop. Will went to his personal storage space on the server, logging in with yet another password. A list of folders appeared, and Will clicked on the folder labeled WD-P.

Working silently, Will opened the folder, selected a file, and opened it. An application appeared and started to run, producing an image that held for a second and then was followed by applause as the picture coalesced onto the monitor, and Lindsey could only stare:

She recognized the venue: the main stage for the New York Philharmonic Symphony Orchestra, and the conductor, Sir Daniel Baxter. The soloist was a young woman, and the instrument was a surprise: a double-bass.

She didnt recall the work; but, when the young woman drew her bow across the strings for the first notes of the concerto, Lindsey recognized that she was hearing serious talent. She sat, mesmerized, as the young woman made her instrument sound like a bass, a cello, and at times a bass or an acoustic guitar.

When the work ended, Lindsey held back her impulse to applaud and glanced for the first time at Will.

His face shown with pride, love, and the moisture of the tears he had been shedding, Lindsey supposed, since the playback began.

He paused it when the camera zoomed in on the young womans face, beaming into the camera, her brilliant blue eyes, shining.

Thats Keri, Will said so softly that Lindsey almost didnt hear him, or, at least, that was Keri.

Keri Jacobson, he whispered, and then he stood, turning to face Lindsey, his voice now stronger and more confident. Keri Innes Jacobson, Lindsey, the first woman I ever loved, and the only woman I ever wanted to spend the rest of my life with, he stated with such determination that Lindsey wanted to she wasnt sure what she wanted to do.

Why didnt you, Will? she asked, managing to keep her voice steady while her heart simultaneously leapt into her throat.

I met her in kindergarten, Lindsey: even then, she was a red-hot water pistol, he grinned. She bossed the other girls around; and lots of the guys, too, he grinned. They never complained, though, because she did it in such a way that they always got what they wanted, in the endand, so did she.

Lindsey watched Wills eyes blur as he continued to speak.

She made sure that no one was ever left out, no one was bullied, and everyone had fun on her watch.

Even those that were outcastslike me, he whispered and then smiled.

I was the scrawny uber-geek, and she pulled me into her circle of friends with sheer willpower and caring. I couldnt resist: she was the first person that didnt judge me because I couldnt hit a baseball very well or throw a football worth a darn. She helped me find out that I could handle a bow and arrow with the best of them, that I could outrun them all, and that I had a knack for studying and learning almost anything and everything, including the martial arts.

Pointing at the monitor, his eyes now re-focused and beaming, he continued:

Just look at her, Lindsey. You never would expect that this zaftigyes, I called her zaftig: she told me the meaning after shed been insulted for the umpteenth time, and I told her that the definition fit her perfectly, for she was a Grecian Goddess to me, he smiled. You never would have suspected that this zaftig, full-figured and beautiful young woman was a black belt in Taekwondo, or that she was an archer extraordinaire, or that she loved everybody, especially those people who were invisible to the popular kids. She even had a soft spot for a certain stuffed cuddle buddy, but thats another story, he laughed, but Lindsey felt the pain in the laugh.

Those like me, he said again, this time with a bit less strength, but then he pulled himself back together and continued forward.

She was both an accomplished double-bass player and a wonderful cellist; in fact, she had just completed a series of master classes with Ja-Ja Mau, and even Lindsey recognized the world-renowned cellist, and was being heavily recruited by both Julliard and Interlochen: Julliard wanted her for college, and Interlochen wanted her for her summers in high school, few that they would be since she was going to graduate at 16.

She pushed me, Lindsey, Will grinned, she pushed me from the first day we met to be more than I ever thought could be. She drove me like a herd of cattle from Texas to Kansas City, but I was not heading for slaughter, but for my dreamsour dreams.

And, Lindsey, amidst everything, Will said plainly, she had time to tell me that she loved me and to tell me continually that she wanted to be with me. We planned to both graduate from high school at 16, college at 19, and have our PhDs by the time we were 24. Then, he smiled really, really big, we were going to have a wedding for the ages.

Willa, my older sister, he smiled, and Lindsey could see the pain in the smile, Willa used to make fun of the two of us, he laughed. She would sing that old kids song:

Will, and Keri, sittin in a tree;

K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

First comes love, then the PhDs,

Then come the babies, out in threes, he laughed. Keri had a history of triplets in her family tree, and she was convinced that the next round would be hers.

Willa, and Keri, he said with finality. They were my rocks, my guidesand, then, in what felt like just an instant, they both were gone, and I was alone, he sat back down on the ottoman, holding his head in his hands.

If it hadnt been for Keri, Lindsey, he said into his hands, I wouldnt have made it through Willas funeral and afterward. She held me together, single-handedly, and I knew that I wanted her with me for the rest of my life.

Then, he stopped, trying to hold himself together, only a few months later, but it seemed like only seconds, she was gone, too his voice trailed off, and he began to shake in silent sobbing.

Will, I know what happened to Willa, Lindsey said softly, and Wills head shot up, anger written on his face. Lieutenant Capperson told me, she said, backing up in pure reflex. She was the investigator for their insurance company, she continued.

Thats where I remember her, but she had a different last name, and a different presence, back then, he mused.

But, Will, Lindsey prodded him, once again, what happened to Keri?

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She watched his visage turn from the proud, yet sad and lost look he had shown her to one that showed pain: the pain of loss, and then in an instant to the same sad and cold one she had seen on him the first day that she has meet him. Turning back to the laptop, he accessed another file while, at the same time, reaching into his inner breast pocket and pulling out his wallet.

From inside the wallet, he removed a plastic-encased piece of paper, the plastic both protecting the paper and making it stiff.. Lindsey looked at the plastic, realizing that it contained a newspaper clipping. She was alerted to the screen by a beep from the sound system, and she looked up. It clearly showing a digitized copy of the newspaper article, the headline from the item he held in his hand now clearly appearing on the screen:

Five captured, three dead in failed bank robbery attempt.

Five captured, three dead in bank robbery attempt, Lindsey looked sharply at Will: he was reading, not from the image on the screen, not from the plastic he held in his hand, but from his memory, his eyes squeezed closed.

He paused and tilted his head up toward hers, pleading for strength. She stood, walked over to him, took his hand, and sat next to him.

He began to read, again:

Five captured, three dead in failed bank robbery attempt

(Bangor, Maine) The toll of the bank robbery was high in Brewer on Friday afternoon: five robbers were captured, but two were killed at the thwarted robbery attempt, including a 15-year-old girl who was in the bank with her mother and friends from school to open an account.

According to sheriffs reports, Keri Innes Jacobson was killed, during an aborted robbery attempt, in an accidental shooting triggered by the bank security guard of the DT SouthBank in his attempt to stop the robbers. The guard, 54-year-old James Cargille, died instantly when he was hit by shots from four of the five robbers. The fifth fired, missing the guard, and the errant shot stuck Miss Jacobson. She died while paramedics attempted to stabilize her. . According to the report filed by the paramedics on the site, Miss Jacobson bled to death as she was being held by her mother as they attempted, in a vain attempt, to stop the bleeding. She died in her mothers arms, one of the paramedics reported. If a child has to die, I can think of no better way, she added, sniffling.

In his statement given to the press later that afternoon, Sheriff John Grater reported that the guard was a retired Army desk officer who had falsified his application to get his job. Mr. Cargilles application listed that he had seen combat in Vietnam; however, according to records from the US Army, his only active duty stations had been on US shores during this 15 years in the military. A rookie mistake made by an amateur guard was the only way that Sheriff Grater would describe Mr. Cargille.

Ms. Jacobson is survived by her parents, Kenneth and Kathy Jacobson, and her younger brother Karl Carter. Mr. Cargille is survived by his wife of 34 years, Sally Cargille, and their children James Jr. and Cienna.

The alleged robbers were captured heading for the Bangor International Airport; they stated that they were.

(continued on page A7), he stopped reading from his memory, and Lindsey could see him try to formulate his next sentences in his mind.

Thats all I have, Will said softly. I keep it with me at all times, hoping that I can get some comfort or strength from a silly piece of plastic. Will turned to look at Lindsey, and he was surprised at the tears on her face: much more than he ever expected to see from anyone, other than Keris family or his.

Oh, Will, she grabbed him and hugged him. Shocked, Will stood perfectly still for several moments, and then he slowly lifted his arms up to hold her as she cried. He leaned his face in, next to hers, and he felt the tears from her cheek meld onto his.

That tear broke his dam:

KERIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

He screamed, and the two held each other and cried for a long, long time.

Amateurs cost me Keri, Will said softly into Lindseys hair, so imagine my anger at Dr. Director for bringing Kim Possible in to assist me. She was an amateur, a rookie, and I didnt want to risk losing anyone else, so I went solo on the assignment with her. She proved she was more than competent on the mission, but she wasn’t trained…she was still an amateur. A very gifted one, but an amateur nonetheless.

I couldnt lose anyone else, Lindsey, he sobbed into her hair, and it was all Lindsey could do to hold him tightly and cry with himcry with the man she was certain she had fallen completely and totally in love with.

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Will realized where he was when his mind returned from the depths of his despair, and he realized he was holding Lindsey. He sniffled, sniffed, and smiled inside: She even smells beautiful, he thought, and he felt their tears between them and down the front of their now-wet clothes.

He reached up and placed his hands on either side of Lindseys face.

I have to know, he thought, and he opened his eyes and stared into hers. With her eyes smiling back, he pulled her head down and lifted his head up

And Supervising Agent Will Du kissed Commander Lindsey Peterson, USN.

He pressed his lips gently against hers, tentatively feeling her warmth emanating from hers. She parted hers slightly almost immediately, and Will smiled as their tongues darted, danced, and hugged each other, much as their people had done. Will let his right hand move down her face, her shoulder and her side, and wrapped itself around her, pulling her in closer. He felt her smile as he did, and he felt her hand move to the small of his back and pull him in.

Their tongues sadly said until later to each other as their mouths parted.

Wow, came from both of their mouths at the same time, and Lindsey giggled.

Lindsey Peterson, I love you, Will announced softly, moving his hand back up to hold her face. Ive never loved anyone since Keri like I love you, he said with a smile, and Lindsey smiled back.

I love you, William Du, Lindsey whispered, and Wills heart sang. No one, ever, has done to me what you have done to my heart.

You mean the world to me, Lindsey, and I want you in my life for the rest of my life.

Why, Mr. Du, Lindsey fluttered her eyelashes, and Will couldnt help but laugh, Is that a proposal of marriage?

If you have to ask, then no, Will grinned. When I propose, youll know its a proposal. Besides, I would never do that before meeting your parents, anyway, he added.

Old fashioned? she smiled.

Dont do that kind of alcohol, my love, he replied, and he missed the reason for Lindseys giggle, but I believe in whats right.

Besides, he added, I have someone else to ask for permission, too, he said softly.

Keris parents? she asked, and he nodded.

Ill wait, then, she smiled, while inside she cheered louder than the Middleton High School Cheer Squad.

No, you wont, he replied, and he reached into his pocked and retrieved his cell phone.

Who are you calling?

Dr. Director, to tell her that you wont be in tomorrow, he grinned as he punched the button.

Lindsey panicked for a moment. Uh, Will, Im not that kind of girl, she admitted.

He closed his phone and stared at her.

Wait, did you think IOh, Lindsey, I would neverI mean, Ive neverI mean, he stammered and blushed.

Me, neither, she admitted, and he smiled.

Me, I can understand; but, as beautiful as you are, Im pleasantly surprised…no, Im downright shocked, he said.

You think Im beautiful? she asked, and he nodded.

Come here, handsome, and she pulled him back into her for another kiss.

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By the way, what was for dessert? she asked after their mouths separated, and he grinned.

Bananas Foster a la French Quarter, he said, and she took his hand and pulled him towards for the door.

Youre feeding me tonight while were sitting on the couch, listening to music, talking, and we are going to work on some very serious snuggling, she commanded.

Yes, Commander, Will saluted, and she punched him in the ribs as the door opened and they headed for the elevators.

Thats all youre getting tonight, mister, she said as they rode the elevator down.

More, I would not want, maam, he replied honestly as the door opened and they walked to the tube room. More, and my brain and my heart just couldnt take it, he thought, realizing that, for the first time since he was 15, he was truly in love with someone who loved him backand, there were no strings attached.

How lucky can one guy be, he sang in his head as the door to the tube room opened.

Ladies first, he grinned, and she slapped at him.

No free shots, William, she laughed, pushing him into the tube and watching him take off.

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See you tomorrow afternoon-L was the text message that Betty received, and she grinned and punched up the WadeBot controls, requesting that one retrieve the laptop and smother the fire in the Pit. Then, she leaned back in her chair and closed her eye, dreaming of her cowboy, up in the bunk house, but not before she looked down and caressed her engagement ring.

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05/22/2009

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, either (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.

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

For readers who honor me by naming Joss Possible Best Minor Character from my JadeKimVerse: thank you, and I hope to live up to your honors.

Congratulations to the other winners, as well:

Repeat winners (from previous years) JAKT, MrDrP and Slyrr; and

First-time winners MaceEcam, Neo the Saiyan angel, NoobFish, Ran Hakubi, Star-Eva01, and whitem.

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

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