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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 Six - The Haunting Past.
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 45: Connections.

(Middleton, Colorado - April 16th, 1979)
The blonde teenager walked purposefully toward the entrance of the hospital. Coming here was a long shot, but it was as good a place to start her search as any. She and her sisters were in complete agreement, for the plan to succeed, they needed to find Nanette Maiden. This was, according to the story told by Dietrich Hall, the place where he'd tracked her down. The place where she gave birth to twins.
Her task would be a lot easier if Hall had been less intent on abduction, and more on finding out more about the mother. It wasn't his first mistake, and probably led to his last. He was dead at the hand of the boy he kidnapped. Now it was her job to find the boy's sibling and mother. At least finding the boy wasn't a problem. Her sister was already handling that aspect of the plan. According to Stheno, the boy, now a man, was a lost cause. Getting what they needed from him wasn't worth the effort or risk. But his children? They were the real prize.
The automatic sliding doors opened in front of her. She was forced to step aside, as a fat man with dark red hair wobbled out of the building. She sneered as he ambled past. His size, receding hairline and pale, probably sickly, pallor, disgusted her. Once they were able to populate the world with a truly superior breed of humanity, people like him would go the way of the dinosaurs.
To make their dream a reality, she thought as she entered the building and crossed the lobby, they needed DNA. That very special DNA which resided within her and her sisters, and was infused in Maiden so long ago. DNA that made them superior to the pathetic masses who inhabited the planet.
She approached the reception desk and got in line behind more of the sick and inferior. Blocking out their pathetic pleas for relief, from whatever ailments they suffered from, she thought about Hall's experiment. His narrow view of creating an Aryan master race led him to overlook the greatest potential of his work. So much did he desire a quick and glorious victory, he hadn't even considered taking a longer term, and more effective, path to perfection.
Once the rabble were shunted away, she reached in her pocket, pulled out a tabloid newspaper clipping, unfolded it, and approached the counter with a smile. She laid the age yellowed paper down so the receptionist could read the headline, “Abduction Scandal at Local Hospital!”
“Good morning. I was wondering if I could ask a few questions..?”
The woman behind the desk interrupted her with a frown. “Again? Well, this is certainly a popular subject today. There was a gentleman in here just a little while ago, asking about this very same thing. I’ll tell you the same thing I told him, Miss. It's against hospital policy to comment on the matter. You'll have to get whatever answers you're looking for elsewhere. Now, if you will step aside, we're quite busy. Good day!”
Anger, confusion, and the urge to snap that infuriating woman’s neck, filled the girl's mind as she left the hospital. There were other avenues she could pursue. If none of them panned out, she could always come back during the dead of night and simply take the information she needed. But right now, questions ate at her as she hailed a taxi. Who was the man, who seemed to be on the same search for information? Was he one of those who, for so many years, hunted for her father and Dietrich? When a cab pulled in, she climbed into the backseat and told the driver where to go.
Maybe, she tried to console herself as the cab pulled into the street, it was just some nosy reporter who just happened to be looking into the story? No. That was very unlikely. Her sisters would have to be informed as soon possible. This was the very kind of thing they sought to avoid when they decided to take the most clandestine approach they could to achieve their goal. Now, more than ever, they had to keep anyone from discovering their plan.
Shoving the clipping back in her pocket, she pulled out a phone book page she acquired only minutes after arriving at the airport. Next stop, the only listing for a Stoppable in the book.
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(Secret Abode of Big Daddy Brotherson - August 8th, 2008)
The room looked like a cross between a museum of medieval history and an office. Tapestry depicting knights battling dragons hung from the stone walls, next to weapons and armor ranging from the tenth to fourteenth centuries. A large desk took up a generous portion of the center of the room. Atop it sat a thoroughly modern computer system, beside framed photographs, one of which was laying face down, and assorted clutter. On the wall backing the desk hung a large shield, bearing the coat of arms of the Brotherson family.
The extremely large, almost completely bald, man sitting behind the desk had many passions. The room reflected two of those. His love of family history and his almost unquenchable thirst for forbidden knowledge. From his desk he could reach out across the world and find out anything. More often than not, the information he acquired, he sold to the highest bidder. If, that is, they had the right price and were willing to play the game his way.
The playing of games, especially those involving the art of the deal, was his second biggest delight. Of the first, nothing in the room even hinted at. His one secret vice, he kept well away from the prying eyes of those he did business with. One of those people was staring out of his computer screen at him.
Brotherson chuckled at the bearded, one eyed man. “So, Gemini, you wish to know how to secretly infiltrate Global Justice headquarters? I would have thought, when you finally decided to take your sibling rivalry to this level, you'd be inclined to simply force your way through the front door.”
“I have my reasons, Big Daddy. Just tell me what I need to know! I don't have time to chat about it, or play your silly games!”
The large man reached out to his keyboard. His finger poised over the button that would close the connection. “Silly, you say? Well if that is your attitude...”
“Wait! Wait! Just hold on. Look, I’ll make it worth your while. Name your price, but...” Gemini looked like he was swallowing a lemon for a moment. “Please. Just give me the information!”
Big Daddy inclined his head at the plea. Getting the infamous, would be world conqueror, to actually beg, was almost worth the cost of the information he seemed so desperate to have. Almost. “Very well. It may take some time to find out. And believe me, after that crack, the information won't come cheap. I’ll call you back shortly.”
His finger descended, ending the video call. There wasn't any need for him to search out the extremely hard to find knowledge Gemini wanted. It was already within his grasp. There was also no way for the desperate villain to know, he would have, if pressed, given him the information for free. His head turned to one of the two doors of the room. The one leading to his bed chamber. Clasping his hands behind his head, he sat back in his comfortable chair and waited. Only a few minutes passed before he heard a shuffling sound. Then, in the darkened doorway, a naked woman appeared.
He smiled at the confused look on her face. “I see you have finally recovered. Permit me to extend my apologies for the violence you were subjected to. In all the years, since I first opened the Natural Leisure resort, this is the first time such a thing has occurred.”
Nana Possible stared wide-eyed at the man behind the desk. The fogginess, she was experiencing since she awoke in the strange bed, fled from her mind. “You!? You're the owner of the resort?”
Heaving himself up from his chair, Big Daddy bowed with a gracefulness that belied his bulk. “Marquess Brain David Brotherson. At your service. I take it, from your reaction, my reputation has preceded me?”
Nana knew exactly who she was facing, even though she'd never met him before. Nicknamed Big Daddy, Brotherson was born in England in 1945. Moved with his parents to the United States, when he was two years old. He was rumored to be behind some of the most notorious exchanges of clandestine information in the past three decades. He'd been wanted for questioning by GJ for a very long time.
She didn't put voice to that knowledge though. With any luck, he didn't know who she was, or anything about her affiliation with GJ. Knowing this man was the resort's owner made it more imperative than ever to get Kim and Anne away from the place.
“I've heard about you.” She paused to collect herself. With a feigned smile, she continued. “Thank you for you hospitality, but I should really be going. I have a few things...”
Big Daddy's laugh startled her. “Dear Commander Possible, there is no need to rush off. Doctor Possible and her lovely, famous, daughter are quite safe. You have my assurance. They are, even now, enjoying their little vacation to the fullest, under the watchful eyes of my android staff.”
His statement swept all pretense aside. Unaccountably, she felt relief. For some reason, she felt she could trust him at his word. It was while she was making this realization, that she noticed some of the objects laying on his desk. They were the contents of her fanny pack. Including the documents Wade Load had given her back in Florida.
“How much do you know?”
Brotherson retook his seat. He reached out and picked up the list of targets. “Probably more than you do. Information, as you know, is my game.”
One question filled her head as she considered his reputation. “What do you want?”
He grinned. “At the moment, some information. You see, I have a client in need, and you are the only one who can provide.” He sat the paper down, rested his elbows on the edge of the desk, and cupped his multiple chins in his hands. “It's nothing I'm sure you won't be willing to part with, not if it means saving your precious Doctor Betty Director from the clutches of a very evil man.”
A few minutes later, while dressed in an extremely enormous borrowed robe, Nana told an evil man how to break into Global Justice. After Gemini signed off, she shook her head, not sure she believed what was happening. Finding out the leader of WEE was actually Betty’s twin brother was just the newest blow. “It's no wonder she never mentioned anything about her family.”
From behind her, while contemplating his coat of arms, Big Daddy spoke. “One should never underestimate the power of family.” He stepped around the desk, looking her in the eyes over the blank computer monitor. “It is a glue that binds more tightly than any other consideration. Even though those two may be bitter rivals, when push comes to shove, they do what must be done.” He nodded his head at the papers on the desk. “Just as you are.” Reaching out, he picked up a large photograph from the desk. “Just as I am.”
Nana could feel a sense of loss emanating from the man as he looked at the picture. “Are you absolutely sure Kim and Anne are ok?”
He handed her the picture with a nod. “Quite sure.”
“Then are you going to tell me how you know so much about what's gong on?”
Big Daddy nodded again as he pulled a very old overstuffed chair over to the desk and sat down. “Yes. But first, let's play a little game. Why don't you see if you can pick me out in that picture?”
With a sigh, she looked at what she was holding. It was a group photograph of a bunch of teenagers. They were all standing stiffly, with forced smiles on their faces, in neat rows. A placard at the feet of the first row read, Northernton High School Drama Club. Her eyes went from the faces in the picture, to Brotherson’s and back a few times as she tried to find a resemblance. There wasn't one she could say for sure was him. Finally, she stabbed her finger at the only plump, dark haired, boy in the group. “You?”
He chuckled as he shook his head. “A good try, but no.” His finger went to a rather skinny boy with freckles and a tousled head of bright red hair. “I love this game. Nobody ever guesses right.”
Taking the picture from her, he sat it down on the desk. “Tell me something... Have you ever done anything in your life that you later came to truly regret?”
Nana's mind flashed back to 1944 and the night that changed her life forever. Then she thought of her family. The family she would never have had, had things turned out differently. “Yes... Though... Given everything that has happened since, I'm not sure I'd regret it so much as to want to go back and change it.”
He hunched in the chair, staring at the picture. “In that we differ.” He pointed to a short, pretty, auburn haired girl standing next to his younger self. “If I could go back and change things, I would without a single qualm.”
“Who was she?”
“She was my high school sweetheart. Her name is Sara. The greatest mistake I ever made in my life, was leaving her when I found out she was pregnant. It was a cowardice so great as to shame my ancestors.”
“If you loved her, why didn't you go back?”
“By the time I came to my senses, it wasn't an option. You see, not long after I left her, I fell victim to a very rare form of hypothyroidism. Thus my weight, hair loss, and sensitivity to cold. Even, though nobody ever has figured out why, a loss of pheomelanin, causing my hair to change color. It's a usually fatal malady that crops up in my family line now and then. I spent years confined to hospitals, almost comatose, while being treated for it. Eventually, a way was found to make my condition manageable. What you see before you is the result. A family curse, if you will. The penalty for my shameful act.”
“What about after? Did you return to her?”
“No. By then it was too late for me. She'd married, and started her own family with another man. Her life was filled with a happiness I couldn't share.”
“And your child?”
Brotherson's gaze seemed to pierce her with it's intensity. “Children. Twins. She put them up for adoption just after they were born.”
Nana's breath caught in her throat. She couldn't help seeing the similarities to what she'd done after finding out she was pregnant that first time. Similarities... Sara... His words echoed in her head. “Just as I am.”
Her hand trembled as she reached for the piece of paper on the desk. “Sara Director. Sheldon Director. Elizabeth Director. Twins.”
Her eyes lifted to Brotherson's face. “You're..?”
“No. Sara is one and the same, but they are her children by her late husband.” He reached out and took her hand across the desk. “The twins she put up for adoption, my children, were both girls. Beautiful little girls with their father's red hair.”
With his free hand, he picked up the one picture laying flat on the desk. “One of my daughters died many years ago. The other...”
Nana felt as if she would faint again as she looked at the picture of Anne in his hand. “I've known for years that Anne was adopted by the Believable's, but...”
“There's more... After I found out Sara married and lost all hope of being with her, I realized our children might be susceptible to my family curse. I tracked them down. Not an easy task, I assure you. Both were just fine, though I did have reservations about Jessica's choice of career. What father wants his daughter to grow up to be a call girl?”
Nana's head throbbed with each word he spoke. Call girl. Jessica. Anne's twin sister. How many times had her son and his wife told her about how they met? How he'd mistaken her for a girl named Jessica? She felt herself go pale. This couldn't just be coincidence. “My son, James, met a girl in college. Her name was Jessica...”
Big Daddy sighed. “And he, unknowingly, had a daughter with her. One of five children she bore, from three different fathers, before dying in 1997. A victim of the Go City Unknown Extraterrestrial Object impact. The one that gave all of her children super powers.”
For the second time in her life, and that day, Nana fainted.
When she came to, it was in the same bed as before. She could feel a hand on her wrist. It was checking her pulse. She knew, even before she opened her eyes, it was Dr. Yarbouti. Just by the sound of his agitated voice.
“This is exactly what I’ve been trying to tell you! The level is just too high.”
Her eyes opened to see the doctor, and Brotherson, standing next to the bed.
Brotherson huffed. “Are you absolutely sure it is the device that's causing the fainting spells? This dear lady has just received some rather shocking news...”
Yarbouti shook his head as he let go of her wrist. “That's the problem. Any kind of shock or surprise can set off the effect. It's happening all over the island. I can't just keep telling people it's over-excitement!”
Big Daddy's shoulders sagged. “Very well. Tell Feeley to have the levels reduced to three quarter power. We'll see if that fixes the problem, without denying our guests the benefits.”
After Yarbouti left the room, Nana couldn't resist posing a question. “What benefits?”
Brotherson turned his head and looked down at her. “Today seems to be my day for apologizing to you. I hope your unexpected nap wasn't too off-putting? But to answer your question, there is this little device I picked up from a Dr. Bortel, in exchange for some information he was interested in. When channeled through a large enough antenna, in this case, our Ferris wheel, it sends out a pulse of energy that has an enhancing effect on the libido. Unfortunately, as you may have gathered from Dr. Yarbouti, there are a few bugs in the system we haven't quite worked out yet.”
He reached out and helped her sit up in the bed. “Now what do you think best? Shall we return to our discussion in the other room, or would you prefer to remain in bed, just in case?”
She gave him a wary look. “I take it that means you may have something more to tell me that will come as a shock?”
Brotherson perched himself on the edge of the bed. “I'm afraid I do.”
Nana settled back in the pillows. “Sock it to me.”
“As you have probably guessed, genealogy is something of a hobby of mine. I can trace my ancestral line back into the tenth century. Once I discovered my daughters, and their children, I decided to look into Sara's past. The search was almost a bust before it even began. You see, I found out that she too was adopted. The adoption took place two days after she was born on February third of 1947, at the Middleton hospital in...”
Big Daddy threw his hands into the air as the woman let out a gasp, and once again, lost consciousness. “I should have told him to take it down to half power!”
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