Kim Possible Porn Story: This Animal I Have Become Chapter 3

Thanks to
pre-reader Zephyr of Shadows. He also suggested that I leave
an A.N. telling you all to listen to the song starting from just
before the lyrics start.

Song “My
Immortal” by Evanescence

Chapter 3 My
Immortal

Ron felt someone
shaking him pulling him to wakefulness. He really didnt want to
get up. It had been a long night. Smacking his lips he opened one eye
to see Rogers smiling face.

Get up,
Ronnie. its a great day, the skies are clear and its only
supposed to get into the 80s. Come on, were burning daylight.

Ron turned his
head and looked out the window. All he saw was stars in the sky.
Looking at the clock he noted it was still before 5AM.

Uncle Rog, I
luv ya, and youve done a lot for me in the past few weeks. But if
you dont have a good reason for getting me up this early, then I
foresee mayhem in the future. God did not intend for people to be up
this early, if he did, he would have turned on the light.

Just get up
boy, the trucks loaded, the boats gassed, our poles have new line
and hooks and the fish are calling.

Fish? You got
me up before God, for fish? Youre joking. And with that Ron
rolled over pulling the covers over his head.

Knowing he was
still up, Roger told him, Ronnie, Im not gonna say it again.
Next time ill be bucket.

Snapping the
covers down enough to glare at his older relative. You wouldnt
dare.

Roger just
looked at him.

Nnnnggggg,
you would. Alright Im up. Two weeks ago Roger done just that.
When he tried to get Ron up one morning, Ron refused. Roger returned
a few minutes later with a bucket filled with the water from the
cooler in the garage. It wasnt ice any more but it was still
pretty frigid.

When the water
hit him, Ron left the bed like he was shot from a catapult, screaming
bloody murder. Roger didnt have too much trouble getting Ron up
after that. Usually calling him once was enough. Rons mom and Kim
both, would probably have paid money for the secret. Ron was a
notoriously heavy sleeper.

Good, Ill
see ya downstairs. Breakfast ill be in ten.

For the last
month, Ron had been staying at Rogers house. The move was for a
couple of reasons. One was so he didnt have to waste time
traveling before he got to work on Elma Lee. Another was to get him
out of the familiar house. Because she was so torn up about losing
her Big Brother he had left Rufus there, moving his cage and
EnviroTrail into Hanas room.

Roger insisted
that they do nearly all the work on fixing the derelict automobile.
They could buy all the parts and materials they wanted. But the
effort, sweat and blood in the car would be theirs, mostly Rons.
Roger showed Ron what needed to be done and Ron executed. Every step
of the way Roger explained what, why and how.

Little tips and
tricks of the old fashioned hot rodder. Like using an iridescent
pearl nail polish to highlight the timing mark on the harmonic
balancer on the front of the crank. Or petroleum jelly instead of
some product made for the purpose the prevent the corrosion on the
battery posts. The jelly was just as effective at a fraction of the
cost. Frugal Lugre would have been proud.

Ron was stunned
when Roger poured a 20oz bottle of Coke into the washer along with
their greasy clothes. The carbonic acid in the soda helps break up
the grease, and the soap pulls the grease and sugar from the
clothes.

From that first
night and over the next five weeks, everything unnecessary in Rogers
garage found a home elsewhere to make room for the growing assortment
of pieces-parts. The shop bench was covered with valve covers,
rocker-arms, lifters, rods, valves, timing chain, gears and cover,
springs, the massive heads, intake manifold, alternator, water pump.
Everything that could be removed from the huge big-block.

Over time the
walls came to have various body parts leaning against them. The first
being the hood, followed by the doors, fenders, gas tank, front
windshield, you name it.

They had pulled
the 428 completely leaving a substantial hole that was the engine
bay. Roger bought a new hoist and engine stand. His old ones werent
strong enough. Once they had the engine mounted, he turned Ron loose
with the instructions that if its bolted, unbolt it, but be
careful with the crank, Im not sure we can replace it.

Once the block
was denuded of everything, they carefully set the block, pistons and
rods, crank, cam, heads and the intake in the bed of Rogers beat-up
old Ranger and carted it to the speed shop. They left it all there
with orders to have everything magna-fluxed, balanced and
blueprinted, ported and polished.

Returning to the
garage, they got started on the rest of the car. All the interior
pieces went to the custom upholsterer. Then the transmission,
driveshaft and rear axle were pulled. Transmission to the local shop
for inspection and servicing, the driveshaft and axle to the side for
later. Next all the body panels and glass came off. Ron, under Rogers
tutelage, inspected the panels for rust and corrosion, marking the
areas with florescent yellow spray paint. When Ron asked about the
neon yellow paint, Roger told him, You arent bloody damn well
likely to miss it now are ya? By the time ya get ready to paint it,
you should have had a chance to sand, fill and prime it. If ya see
any yellow, ya know ya missed something.

They were down
to the frame and body from the firewall back when the Killigan
mission came up. Ron was not amused. They were just getting ready to
send all the body panels in for media blasting when Wade called.

Wade was
covering for both Kim and Ron by screening the hits much more
thoroughly then usual sending all but a mere handful to GJ. There
hadnt been many in the first place Since the Dementor mission, it
seemed the villains were trying to lay low and avoid Team Possible in
general and The Buffoon in particular. So Wade sent them to Ron
reasoning he needed the work out more than she did. He was also more
then a little pissed at her for dumping Ron like she did.

Killigan was
trying some screwball golf scheme. Ron landed and boldly walked up
the front door. Not bothering to knock, other then to knock it down,
he walked into Killigans main workshop. Killigan turned and saw Ron
standing there. Ron allowed the MMP to cause his eyes to glow, while
he just stared at the crazy Scot. It looked like blue smoke
coming from his eye sockets. After a LONG moment of just staring, Ron
asked him in a very quiet voice, Dude, do you know who I am?

Killigan had
seen the tapes. Ya nananame escapes me at the mamamamoment,
Laddie! Bubububut, I rrrecognize ya.

Good, then
you know what Im capable of. Now, the past month and a half,
hasnt been the best in the world for me. Gritting his teeth Ron
continued And Ive had a really short temper. Now unless you
want what I gave Dementor and his men, you will stop what ever it is
that youre attempting, and leave. people. alone. Not everybody
likes golf, matter of fact a lot of people hate it, me included. .
IT! Now, if I have to take time out of my day and come back here
again, Im going to level this castle, with you inside it. Is.
That. Clear! The whole time Ron had been stalking closer to
Killigan and by the time he finished, he had backed the Scot into a
chair and was looming over him nose to nose, with Killigan getting
more and more frightened by the second.

A A Aye,
Laddie. I unnerstand. he stuttered

Good, now
since you never really got your plan underway, Im going to let you
go. Growling Ron said, But if I have to come back here.
He left the rest hanging and just looked at the terrified Scot. Long.
And. Hard.

Killigan nearly
wet himself he was so frightened. But what he didnt know was that,
no sooner then Ron boarded the GJ Hoverjet home, he threw up.

**********

He had gotten in
late from the mission, with another nightmare thrown in for good
measure and here was Roger, waking him up before 5AM to go FISHING!
Ron could already tell it was going to be a long day. But he didnt
know just how long it was going to be.

Between the few
missions, working his shifts at Smarty Mart, working on Elma Lee,
cooking most of the evening meals and doing all the other things
required like his laundry, showering and cleaning up after himself,
Ron didnt have a lot of free time. So even though he was griping
about it, he was looking forward to a day off relaxing.

He had decided
to take at least a semester off from his schooling. Kim would have
called it either lazy or he couldnt make a decision. But he had
made a decision, to wait. It wasnt like any schools were beating
his door down anyway.

So maybe a day
on the lake was just what he needed after all.

**********

Roger felt the
vibrations of his cell phone, groaning he knew what ever it was would
ruin the day. Looking at the caller ID and getting a Private
Number message he felt his suspicions were confirmed. Hitting the
receive button, he answered with his usual early AM greeting. What?
Youre joking right? Nggggggg. Hell be down in about ten to
fifteen minutes. Give us a few hours, let me get breakfast in him and
Ill send him your way. Right. Out. It never rains, but it
pours.

**********

Classes started
in three weeks and since the split, she hadnt been on a single
mission. She questioned Wade about it. He just said there wasnt
any hits. Kim wasnt sure if she believed that. Since the formation
of Team Possible, Wade had always been their first line of defense
against spurious and counterfeit hits. He was also more then smart
enough to deflect any that came their way, if he thought was for the
best.

She had tried to
get in touch with Dr Director to talk about the missions and the lack
thereof. But every time she called she got that pompous ass Will Du.
The conversations didnt last long. Is Dr. Director there? No.
Goodbye.

No matter what
she did, she couldnt stop thinking about him. His warm chocolate
brown eyes, his freckles, the cowlick sticking up at the top of his
head. Those ears she loved to hold during kissy face. She thought
about what she had heard from various people. Her parents, Monique,
Rons Uncle. How could she face him. Even if she could come to
terms with what happened, what about how she had treated him since.

She had run into
Josh Mankey at the mall a few days ago. He must have heard through
the grapevine that she wasnt seeing anyone and approached her
asking her out on a date. The conversation hadnt gone as the
artist thought it would. Josh did something even Bonnie knew better
then to do anymore. With the first words out of his mouth he called
Ron a loser.

Hey Kim,
since you dumped the loser, you wanna catch a movie together.

I’m so tired
of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you
have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
‘Cause your
presence still lingers here
And it won’t leave me alone

Kim rounded on
the unsuspecting Josh with a fury she hadnt felt since she found
out about Syntho-drone 901 AKA Erik.

She screamed at
him, Are you alive?! Are you free to walk the streets?! Can you go
where you want when you want?! Then you can thank one person, just
one! Only one person was able to stop those aliens. Not the Army, not
GJ, not Shego and Drakken, not MEEEEEE! You can live your life
because of ONE PERSON! RON STOPPABLE! You should be THANKING him. Not
cutting him DOWN. He did what he had to. To save you, and me, and
everyone else on this STINKING PLANET. And I swear before GOD that if
you ever say something like that about him again..

These wounds
won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too
much that time cannot erase

By now everyone
in sight was silent, staring at the tableau before them. Everyone for
a hundred feet had clearly heard what she said. And she stood there,
tears streaming down her cheeks, hands clenched in fury, mouth closed
breathing through her nose, visibly trying to regain her
self-control. Through gritted teeth and with a quiet almost murderous
tone that only Josh could hear, I swear to GOD, I wont be
responsible! Do you understand me, Mankey. You have no idea what
happened that day has cost him, none! And if you cant talk about
Ron with respect, then just shut the fuck up!

When you
cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight
away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these
years
But you still have
All of me

The profanity
shocked him more then her tirade. Kim turned and walked to the back
of the store, muttering I need a break. to Monique as she
walked past.

Go, girl,
Ill handle this!

You used to
captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I’m bound by the life
you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant
dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

Entering the
storeroom she went to the back security room where they kept the
prerelease items, entered, locked the door behind her and simply
broke down.

Back on the
retail floor, Monique moved on the artist with blood in her eyes. But
where Kims fury was white hot, Moniques was frozen. Like an
Icelandic glacier, remorseless, pitiless, unstoppable, she advanced.

Getting nose to
nose with the bewildered young man, with grinding teeth and in a
hushed tone, she told him, Listen here Mankey, Rons my friend,
and if you EVER dis him again, then when Kim is done stomping a
mudhole in your ass, Im gonna show up and bury whats left. This
is a class establishment, and your not welcome here. Leave.

These wounds
won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too
much that time cannot erase

But, she
broke up with him, what’s the problem?

Monique didnt
answer. She just backed up, looked around and spotted someone.
Security!

Immediately two
of the uniformed guards appeared. Monique, what can we do for
you? they both already knew what was up and were itching for a
reason to run the little turd in.

Looking at Josh
she told them, This person needs to leave the store. NOW.

When you
cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight
away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these
years
But you still have
All of me

Back in the
storeroom Kim was a wreck. She just squatted on the floor with her
back to the wall and sobbed. Something had occurred to her just a few
minutes ago. One of the reasons she had such a hard time with what
happened Graduation day was that Ron had beaten an enemy she
couldnt. Her goofy partner, the guy who would spout off with
random thoughts at the most inappropriate moments, the one who lost
his pants at the drop of a hat, her Ron had defeated someone that
defeated her. That meant Ron could beat her.

I’ve tried so
hard to tell myself that you’re gone
But though you’re still with
me
I’ve been alone all along

For their entire
lives, she had always been the dominant one, Ron the subordinate. She
lead and he followed. Thats just the way it was. Like the sun
rising in the east. Now there had been a paradigm shift. In the back
of her mind she had always suspected it was possible. That was why
shed always called him Potential Boy. But she never really
expected to see it.

When you
cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight
away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these
years
But you still have
All of me
Me

And here it was.
Potential realized.

**********

Ron was walking
down the street heading to the closest fast food place. He didnt
care which one as long as it wasnt Bueno Nacho. Since the split,
just the thought of going back to the place where he had spent so
much time with Kim made his heart ache.

He was still
receiving the royalty checks with his father as the trustee. His
father authorized a release of funds for Elma Lee. Ron had set down
with him and they discussed the use the money would be put to. The
agreement they reached was Ron was allowed to spend anything
necessary for the car, but little else. Ron brought the receipts to
his dad weekly and they went over them looking for anything
extravagant. His dad raised an eyebrow at a few of them, but after
talking to Roger, he came to the conclusion that while expensive, a
set of Edlebrock headers were actually the best value.

Uncle Rog had
canceled the fishing trip because something was wrong with the
truck. Roger had asked Ron to walk up to the auto parts store and
pick up a voltage regulator for the Ranger and on the way there grab
some grub somewhere. That didnt make sense though, because he was
pretty sure the alternator for the truck had a built in regulator, so
why didnt he ask for an alternator.

Ron was dragged
from his musings by the ground opening up and swallowing him. GJ had
struck again.

**********

At almost the
same time, in another part of town, a few people were surprised when
they saw Kim Possible there one moment and gone the next. Almost like
the ground opened up and took her.

**********

The transport
tubes deposited them in a briefing room with each other and three and
a half other people. One was the eye patched visage of Dr. Director.
The half was Wade on the large central monitor. The other two looked
Japanese and immediately Kim had visions of Yori.

The female was a
little taller then her and had curves to put Bonnies to shame,
easily. Her hair reached her backside and was so black it appeared to
be a blue. She was relaxed, sitting in a chair facing away from the
table towards the tubes.

The male was
standing beside her in a position of Parade Rest or At Ease. With
obvious military training, he was average height with a lean build,
had almost black hair, a cross shaped scar on his left cheek and
piercing steel-gray eyes. Kim could instantly sense his mind working,
assessing, calculating the physical abilities both her and the person
beside her.

Looking to her
right, her heart leapt into her throat. It was Ron. He was in a tank
top and cargos. His arms had bulked a bit in the last five or six
weeks. He been working out? He spotted her and with more then
14 years experience she could almost read his mind. In his eyes she
saw pain, anguish, fear and anger. Most of it directed at her.

When Dr.
Director addressed them, Kim felt a knife in her heart. Every other
time the two of them had been there, Dr. Director had shown respect
to the both of them and Ron in particular by addressing them as Team
Possible

Ron
Stoppable, Kim Possible, greetings, GJ needs your assistance.

**********

The rain the
night before had washed the streets clean and left a sweet summer
nights smell in the air. A half an hour ago the storms had moved off
leaving a clear cloudless night sky with the Milky Way prominently
visible.

A flat black 69
GTO prowled the streets of Middleton, Colorado after 5AM, with the
lyrical refrain of Gimme Shelter emanating from the interior.
21 hours after its departure from the Yuma base, the driver was
definitely cranky and the passenger was rattled. Who would have
thought environmental conditions beyond his control would have put
her in such a vile humor.

They hadnt
been on the road but a couple of hours when the heat climbed past 98
degrees. It was more then Kaname could take. He had wanted to drive
straight through and arrive last night. Kaname vetoed that idea.

They were
looking for a place to eat about noon when she saw the hotel. She
didnt say anything at the time, but she had already decided what
she was going to do. After they ate, she headed to the drivers side
of the car. Sousuke didnt even blink. It was her car after all.
What had him blinking though was when she stopped at the entrance to
the chain hotel.

She parked, got
out saying, Ill be right back, and walked in leaving a
bewildered Sousuke in the car. Coming back a few minutes later, she
got in, drove to the other side of the building and parked again.
Sousuke was definitely confused now. Settling herself in the seat,
she turned and looked at him.

After a moment
she said, Im not riding another 10 to 14 hours in this heat.
Im not riding another hour in this heat. I rented a room, so
heres what were going to do. Were going to go inside, clean
up, and go to sleep. Especially the cleanup part. We were on that
plane forever and I want a long hot shower. Then later on tonight,
when its not, as Melissa said, hot as the hinges of Hell, well
continue driving. With all your Otaku survival skills, you should
know enough to travel at night in the desert. Is there any part of
what just said you dont understand?

Sousuke had
enough experience with Kaname to perceive the tiny danger signs. The
twitching eyebrow, the clenching hand, the gritted teeth smile. He
decided appeasement was the best course I understand, Kaname.
Youre right, I should have thought of that. I apologize.

With her point
made and plan accepted, she smiled at him and said, Good, lets
get our bags.

Just a
moment, Kaname.

The twitching
eyebrow made an instant return until Sousuke started to address the
A.I.. Eleanor, how are your power reserves. Unlike most
Artificial Intelligences, Eleanor did not have any kind of
reactor. She operated off of the vehicles electrical system and
needed constant recharging. If she wasnt going to be driven for
more a few days, she either had to shut down completely or be plugged
in to a power outlet of some kind.

The melodic
feminine voice asked Kaname How long a stay are you intending,
Kaname? If you plan on more then 12 hours, I will need to shut down,
otherwise I have reserves for a minimum awareness standby. Similar to
a catnap in a human, if anyone tampers with the chassis, I can
be fully aware almost instantly.

What do you
think Sousuke? Leave about 8 or 9 tonight?

Sousuke ran
through some quick STD (speed/time/distance) figures. We are
supposed the meet the Commander at oh-seven-thirty. If we leave no
later then twenty-one hundred, we should be there with enough time to
spare for breakfast somewhere.

With a huge
Kaname grin she said, Great, lets get out of this heat, I
feel like Im melting.

Sousuke was hard
pressed to keep his eyes off of her though. The sweat had soaked her
tee-shirt and it clung to her like a second skin. She noticed him
noticing her, but she didnt mind. It had taken forever for him to
relax enough to do that., and she wasnt about to cause a relapse
of the stiff and proper Sousuke. She liked the improving one
too much to do that.

Now while she
wasnt going to berate him for it, teasing was different story.
Only problem was, she had discovered Sousuke learned FAST. Should
I do it? It could backfire. Why not! Stretching her arms over her
head, she said, This showers going feel so good. Especially
after that one on the transport. I didnt think they could make a
shower that small. And three minutes? Thats barely enough time to
get wet.

Opening her door
and getting out of the car, she reached into the back and grabbed her
bag. Looking at Sousuke out of the corner of her eye, she saw him
flustered and nearly blushing. Grinning she almost purred Yep,
what I need more then anything right now is a loooong, hhhhhooot
shower.

UUUUUHHHHhhh

Shutting the
door, she headed to the entrance with an added twitch to her hips and
a grin on her face that stretched ear to ear. Opening the door she
made a bet with herself as to how long he would remain in his stupor.
She figured twenty to forty seconds. Waiting until she saw signs of
consciousness returning, she hollered Were in room 214, hurry
up. She was pleased that she knew him so well.

It was about
thirty seconds before Sousukes brain restarted. Shaking his head,
he got out of the car in a hurry, grabbed his own luggage, consisting
of both his clothing in a shoulder bag and his weapons duffel, and
dashed to the door.

Entering the
room, the first thing Kaname did was turn on the AC full blast. Even
if it got cold in the room, she could always curl up to him. After
showering, (separately, although she teased him about needing her
back scrubbed) they climbed into the bed. Kaname dropped in to a deep
sleep and Sousuke did his normal catnaps. This was his normal routine
when ever he slept anywhere new.

Nine hours later
they were up, showered again, ate in the same restaurant as before,
gassed up, and putting miles behind them. Eleanor had her avoidance
systems running and Sousuke kept his speed below 100 when the speed
limit was 70.

Three/quarters
of the way there, Kaname offered to drive. She had slept most of the
way and was wide awake. Just as she planned, That was the beginning
of the problems. They stopped to fuel up, and Kaname took over. No
sooner then she got them back on the road, it started to drizzle,
then it started to rain, then it started to pour.

Before long it
was raining so hard the only reason Kaname was still able to move was
Eleanors projected heads-up display. They had gotten off the
interstate some time before and were almost due east of Middleton,
heading there on twisty curvy two lane roads. Kaname had laid out the
route and had planned to have a little fun on the way. She had been
intending to drive this stretch since the decision to come to
America.

Sousuke realized
he had created a monster shortly after giving her the title to the
car when she got her first speeding ticket.. She had gotten caught in
town and there was NO WAY to get away from the little cruiser that
clocked her doing 100KPH in a 60KPH.

Her intention
here was to open the car up to the limit and see just how much shed
improved since Sousuke started giving her lessons months before. The
Kamis had decided that it wasnt to be though. So they opened up
the floodgates, and down it came.

And it was all
SOUSUKES FAULT!

How this was
true, Sousuke had no idea, but he just kept his head down and his
mouth shut, trying to prevent making her anymore irritated. The skies
cleared they were less then an hour from town, and this made Kaname
even more irritated. Like someone set it up just to ruin her plans..

Stopping at a
little diner they got breakfast, then went to the gas station. Kaname
had picked up Sousukes habit of filling the tank when ever the
chance arose. Leaving with a full tank, full cooler, and empty
bladders, she drove to the address given to them by Dr. Director. It
was still very early and there didnt seem to be much traffic in
that part of town. Seeing no where else to park, they left Eleanor on
full alert and went to the front door.

Before they got
there, the ground opened up and they fell through some kind of trap
doors. At the bottom of their fall, they were ejected into a room.
Sousuke rolled like a tumbler coming up into a crouch, Glock in hand.
Kaname lacking Sousukes combat skills, and knowing it, threw
herself with her back against the wall in a crouch of her own, and
pulling her BDA .380. She knew, instinctively, the best thing she
could do was watch Sousukes back and stay out of his fields of fire.

EVERYBODY
DOWN! She couldnt comprehend how he remembered to use English.
Sousuke only seeing one person in the room, covered him.
Kaname-san? The use of the suffix and something in his tone
told her Japanese

Daijoubu.
(depending on inflection are you/its/Im alright)

Yosh, dozo
machimasu, wakarimasuka. (good/OK, please wait there, understand?)

Yokai.(Slang,
basically roger)

Never having
taken his eyes from the good looking man in a uniform of some kind,
he reverted to English, On your knees, hand on your head, NOW.

When the man
started reaching for his watch, Sousuke fired a round that grazed the
mans ear. Next ones through your skull. On your knees, hands on
your head.

Do you know
who I am, Ill have you behind bars for this.

Failure to
comply will result in death. Last warning.

Reluctantly the
man complied.

Kaname-san.
Sousuke looked from the man to her and back again. She got the
message.

Hai she
turned her weapon to cover the kneeling man.

Once she had him
covered, Sousuke, staying out of her line of fire, moved behind him
and forced him prone. Interlace your fingers behind your head,
cross your ankles and raise your feet off the ground.

The door opened
then. Kaname trusting Sousuke, as always in a combat situation, kept
her BDA pointed at the captive man as Sousuke whirled to confront the
new threat.

Only it wasnt
a threat. It was Dr. Director. Looking down the barrel of a loaded
weapon was something she had done before, but she never expected to
have to do it in her own headquarters. She went wide-eyed for a
second before she figured out what happened.

I gather
Agent Du failed to follow my orders to contact you first, Sergeant.

Holstering his
weapon, he told her, Commander, Miss Chidori and I were
approaching the specified location when we dropped in to this room.
Not knowing the situation, I took action safeguard both her and
myself. I apologize for any inconvenience.

Dont worry
about, Sergeant. Good morning, Miss Chidori. Would you please release
Agent Du?

By now Kaname
had gone from startled to frightened to mad and hadnt stopped
covering the prone agent. Why? she growled. This moron
pulled the ground out from underneath us, scaring me out of my wits.
I dont like that.

Because I
asked you. And because I need him. When he restrains himself, hes
actually a decent agent.

Fine You, get
up. when Will complied, she grabbed him by the front of his
coverall uniform, got in his face with the BDA stuffed under his jaw
and said, Look moron, Ive been kidnapped, more then once. Had
some crazy woman try to experiment on me. Almost killed on more then
one occasion. And had to deal with lunatics trying to do more of the
same. So Im just a little twitchy. Shaking her head to indicate
Sousuke. And him, your lucky to be alive. Im honestly surprised
he didnt shoot you out of hand. For your future health, I suggest
you take all that into account. You got that?

Will Du, the
Top Agent of Global Justice stood there glaring at the two of
them and Kaname in particular. Sousuke was starting to get a grim
look on his face when he looked at Dr Director. Closing her eyes, she
nodded and murmured Just dont kill him. I DO need him.

Sousuke out of
Wills line of sight pulled a flash/bang, armed it and tossed it
behind the fuming agent. Kaname saw it coming and counted down from
5. At one and a half she closed her eyes tightly, covered her ears
and opened her mouth. This wasnt going to be pleasant, but maybe
it would get through to this idiot.

Dr. Director had
left just as Sousuke pulled the stun grenade and Sousuke followed
suite with Kaname. He WASNT about to leave. If she had to go
through this, at his hands, then he damn well better go through it
with her!

The flash/bang
went off, knocking Will Du unconscious and Sousuke and Kaname to the
ground. Even when you expect it, stun grenades are just that.
Stunning! The couple shook their heads to clear their vision and the
ringing.

Sousuke was the
first on his feet and helped Kaname up, with a bowed head he
apologized quietly in Japanese. Gomenasai Kaname-san.

Patting him on
the cheek Daijoubu, Sousuke-kun. she switched languages This
idiot deserved it.

Dr. Director
looked around the edge of the door and asked, All Clear?

Sousuke
instinctively replied Clear.

Im sorry
about that. I gave orders that you were to be contacted before
pulling you down the transport tubes. Guess Will didnt listen.

Please make
sure he understands in the future, Dr. Director. Next time Ill
hurt him, not to mention what Sousukes likely to do.

Its Betty,
and Ill do what I can. Come on, I think a cup of tea would go well
right now. Edwin sent me an excellent Oolong.

Three hours
later the couple were waiting in the conference room, Kaname sitting
with her legs crossed and Sousuke standing beside her At Ease.
feet about shoulder width apart hands clasped in the small of his
back, when two people dropped in.