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The World Must Never Know	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 53064 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

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The World Must Never Know
Part Four - Black Sheep.

Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, intense violence, torture, rape, death, incest, and many other mature themes.

Chapter 26: Casualty and Cavalry.

(Possible Residence - Middleton, Colorado - November 22nd, 1963)
Commander Gideon Stoppable planted his cane on the ice slicked pavement and levered himself out of the sedan. He grunted with the effort. “I'm getting too old for this.”
He stood for a moment at the end of the driveway as he got his gimpy leg under him. At sixty-one he really didn't feel that old, but he loved to complain about it. In truth, the passage of time hadn't been kind to him. He'd reached the proverbial metal age. What was left of his hair was silver. His iron gut distended, almost overlapping his uniform belt, and his butt was lead from sitting behind a desk.
Looking up at the newly built house at the end of the drive, he thought about retirement. He'd done it once, from the Army, but that had not lasted long. Still in his forties, he hadn't been ready to settle into a rocking chair or spend his days fishing. As a side effect of his search for Dietrich Hall, an offer was made to him. He snapped it up. Now, over fifteen years later, retirement was looking better all the time.
It was time to try to pass that offer along, again. He straightened his blue-gray Global Justice uniform over his paunch, brushed away a few flakes of snow from his shoulders, and headed toward the house. The front door opened just as he was reaching the front step. The woman standing in the entrance tilted her head and gave him a questioning look. He answered with the slightest shaking of his head. After so many years, it was all that was left of their long time greeting. Chances were it would never change.
Nancy Possible didn't let the negative answer get to her. It was something she was learning to live with. “Come on in, you old codger. Lunch is almost ready.”
A twinge of jealousy sparked inside him as he entered the house. Unlike himself, she showed no sign of getting older. She not only didn't look the thirty-five she told the world she was, to say nothing of the forty-five, he knew to be her true age. On top of that, she certainly didn't look like she had given birth to twins only a few months ago. He quashed the unbecoming thoughts down. It wasn't her fault.
Gideon pushed his plate back from the edge of the table. A slight burp escaped from him as he did. “'Scuse me.”
S.J. Possible chuckled as he reached out to collect the dishes on the table. “Better out than in, I always say.”
Nancy laid her hand on her husband's arm. “Honey? The snow's stopped. Why don't you take the boys out to the park for a while? I'll take care of this mess.”
The man grinned. “I know, I know. The two of you want to talk about secrets and stuff. I'll make myself scarce.”
Gideon watched him leave the room. He could hear the sounds of him bundling the reluctant twin infants into their snow suits. He turned his attention back to Nancy, as she began clearing the table. “You still haven't told him?”
He waited for a reply as she busied herself loading the dishwasher, a thoroughly modern appliance his wife had been badgering him to get for her. Technology was making great strides forward and he felt his age again as he realized he was uncomfortable with it. He knew, all too well, how badly it could be misused.
Nancy straightened up and returned to the table. She picked up her cup and nodded toward the living room. “Bring your coffee. My show is almost on. We can talk while I watch it.”
Gideon picked up his coffee and followed her. He settled himself on the modern looking couch and sat his cup on the equally modern looking triangular coffee table.
She turned the switch on the television and adjusted the channel before joining him on the couch. He waited patiently for her to speak, he knew she would when she was ready to, and not before, as the opening credits of the show appeared on the black and white screen.
"And now, for the next 30 minutes, As the World Turns, brought to you today by Nescafé.”
Nancy sipped her coffee as the show began. “No. I haven't told him, or Silvia either, I hope I never have to.”
He raised his eyebrows at the mention of her lesbian lover. It was all he ever had to say on the matter.
She looked at him as the characters on the TV emoted through their fictional lives. “They know we have a past, and secrets, but that's all. That's the way I want it to stay.” She took another sip from her cup. “I know what you want. You are a good friend, and I know you mean well, but I have the life I want. I have two wonderful little boys to raise...”
Gideon sighed. “Fine. Let's talk about them then. Have there been any signs?”
He saw a shudder pass through her slender body. It was something she never wanted to talk about, but there were some facts he knew she would have to eventually face.
Her cup shook as she put it down. “None. Can't you leave it alone? There is no reason for you to think what was done to me would pass to them.”
“Maybe not, but you can't deny it. Genetics is a complicated science. Who's to say what could be going on inside them or in...”
“Damn it Gideon! Don't. We agreed never to talk about that.” She closed her eyes, fighting the memory of the the first children she gave birth to. Children she couldn't bring herself to keep. Children born of a man who no longer existed. The body still lived, but the evil inside was dead.
She forced calm on herself. “Please just leave it alone. If something does happen, if there ever is any sign, then I'll deal with it.”
He knew she was still shaken, but now her mind was off his standing offer. Perhaps bringing it back, with other tactics, would work. “I still want you to accept my proposal. You are unique, like it or not. The world needs someone like you. It's becoming a dangerous place. Technological misuse is on the rise. The escalating problems in Vietnam. Look Nancy, all I'm saying is, you could make a difference.”
She shook her head. “You are doing that well enough yourself. You don't need me. Evil may be out there, hiding, lurking, plotting, but it's not as if it's going to change the world in a heartbeat.”
The two of them sat, lost in their own thoughts, as the soap opera people discussed their upcoming Thanksgiving dinner.
The TV screen went blank. A CBS news bulletin sign appeared. The voice of the most well respected newscaster in America, Walter Cronkite, spoke from the screen.
“Here is a bulletin from CBS News. In Dallas, Texas, three shots were fired at President Kennedy's motorcade in downtown Dallas. The first reports say that President Kennedy has been seriously wounded by this shooting...”
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(Global Justice headquarters - August 8th, 2008)
Betty Director stared into the face of evil. It leered back at her over the barrel of a gun.
Only moments before, she had been discussing the unfolding situation with Redmond Tappe in a civilized, but determined, manner. His words, as he pulled the weapon out, still echoed in her ears.
“Just as I thought. You know too much.”
She lifted her hands above her head, making a show of surrender. Time had been her enemy. There hadn't been enough of it before his arrival to properly prepare. Arming herself should have been the first thing she did, before taking any other precautions. All she could do now was hope what she had done would be enough. “I was right. It was you all along. Does the Council even know what you've done? Or did you convince them with your lies to actually issue those damnable orders?”
He raised the hand that wasn't holding the pistol and motioned her away from her desk. “Now, now. That would be telling. There's no need for you to worry your pretty little head about it, dear cousin.”
She faltered as she took a step to the side. “Cousin?”
His sickening grin widened as he held the pistol steadily on her. “So you haven't figured it all out yet? No matter. There will be plenty of time for me to explain it to you in great detail. You see, we are going to be spending some quality time together. Getting to know each other. I promise you this, by the time you have surrendered yourself to me, in both body and mind, you'll know all you will ever need to.”
He began to laugh as the woman's legs betrayed her. She collapsed to the floor with despair written across her shocked face. He took a step toward her, gloating, as his mind scripted her future as his slave. “So easily intimidated. Wonderful. Breaking you will be so much fun.”
She glared up at him. “Fuck you!”
He leaned down a little to peer into her eye. “Ah. There is fire too. That will make it all the more delightful to...”
Knowing this was her best chance, while she had him as much off his guard as he was going to get, Betty lashed out her right leg and swept both of his out from under him. The gun wavered as he fell. A bullet just missed her head, as she thrust her arms up and smashed her fists against his wrist. She let out a gusty sigh of relief as the gun flew from his hand. That had been just too close.
Her relief was short lived as she felt him backhand her with his other hand. The shock of the impact across her cheek left her stunned for long enough to realize he wasn't the physically weak bureaucrat she thought.
He grinned again as he regained his feet. “An admirable attempt. As you can see, however, you are no match for me.” He turned his head, looking for the fallen weapon. It was laying half under the desk. He took a step toward it. “The same blood flows through our veins, but you don't have the will to use it, I do.”
She ignored his words as she watched him go for the gun. If he got it back, she was in trouble. He didn't act like he planned to kill her, at least not immediately, but even a minor gunshot would cripple her, and any hope she had for survival. With a yell, she tried to distract him. “Wrong! I have all the will I need!”
It didn't work. His hand still moved toward it as he ignored her outburst. There was little recourse. She pulled herself into a crouch and leapt. Her shoulder caught him mid-body. Both of them tumbled across the small space of her office. She knew it was a bad idea to put herself so close to a larger opponent, but there was no choice. All that mattered to her, at that very moment, was keeping him away from a weapon she had little chance of defending herself against.
Her hand to hand training was put to the test as she grappled with the larger man. Their positions on the floor reversed as each of them fought for an opening. His forearm impacted her jaw, rocking her head back, even as she thrust her knee into his gut. They broke apart, neither injured as much as the other hoped.
Betty wound up flat on her back with her legs pointed toward him. She tried to roll to the side as he jumped atop her supine body. She made it onto her side before he landed. A flare of fear hit her as she realized it was the wrong side. Her blind side. Pain jolted through her skull as the hit she couldn't see coming landed.
He chuckled wildly as he lay on the unconscious woman. He flexed the fingers of his left hand. He'd lost some skin from his knuckles on her hard head. He sat up beside her body. “So much spirit. Oh yes! You will be a joy to mold.”
Reaching down with his uninjured hand, he roughly kneaded one of her ample breasts. The feel of the soft flesh in his groping fingers hardened him. “Pure joy.”
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(Orlando, Florida)
Wade Load stood on the street corner. He payed no attention to the long line of slowly moving traffic, or the happy families inside the cars, on their way to the not so distant theme park. All his attention was on the small screen of the device in his hands. There still wasn't any connection. It was as confusing as what happened in Dr. Director's office. He still didn't know why he was here, or what was going to happen next. Not knowing something was highly irritating to the young genius.
He was considering setting up a satellite link to his home system, when the sound of a car horn blaring made him look up. A rusty old clunker, which probably left the showroom floor sometime in the 1960's, was pulling up to the curb in front of him. The sun reflected off the windshield and obscured the driver from his sight as the passenger window lowered.
“You Wade?”
He nodded toward the woman's voice.
“Well? Don't just stand there gawking like a damn tourist. Get in.”
He stepped to the edge of the sidewalk and pulled open the door. Inside sat a woman with white hair and glasses. He estimated her to be somewhere in her fifties. He climbed in and closed the door. “I take it you are the former head of GJ?”
She whipped the car out into traffic with little consideration of the other drivers. “That's right Sonny.” Her eyes fixed on the road in front of the car as she maneuvered it onto a less congested byway. “And you are a friend of my granddaughter. From what I hear, some kind of whiz-kid.”
Wade stared at her with his mouth hanging open. His mind put two and two together and got four. “You're Kim’s Nana?”
The car sped down the road. In the distance, he could see the control tower of a major airport.
She smiled as she headed toward it. “Right again. Now tell me everything.”
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