The 2006 Kim Possible Fan Fiction Awards Ceremony

Just a word of advance warning on everything here. While I wish everyone could be recognized, only the top 3 in each category (plus any ties for third) will be mentioned here. All the nominees are posted on the website though, so please, check them out. As well, we are having some musical acts, and since I can’t actually add in music, just play along if you have it. Lol

I own none of the characters involved, nor none of the performers or songs. I just wanted to make this look good, so please… no suing me! Mattb owns himself, and wrote most of his own lines, as well as a few of the other characters lines. All award winners and nominees wrote their own speeches, and contributed a portion of their stories themselves, or gave permission to do so within the awards ceremony.

Welcome, one and all to the 1^st Annual Fannie Awards, set to recognize all the hard working authors out there who strive, in their own free time, to bring the very best of the Kim Possible Universe to people every day. And now your hosts, Jason ‘Zaratan’ Jones and Matt ‘mattb3671’ Bryson!

“Well Matt, I am so glad you could be here with me today to host the 1^st Annual Fannie Awards. I can’t believe the talent of our esteemed guests here. For the past several years, so many people have come together, in their love of a single program, to produce some remarkable works of art.”

"Right backatcha, JZ! Why, I remember back when there were less than 2000 stories in the KP fanfic section. Then authors starting multiplying like smuffy little plot bunnies in springtime. People united, fans came together! As one we said, '65!?' Not enough! We want more than a kiss at Prom! If you mousey buggars won't, THEN WE WILL!" mattb3671 thrust his fist into the air. "And, so we bog-diggity did!"

“And now, we see where that determination has brought us. The cancellation of Kim Possible didn’t kill the franchise; it strengthened it, made it stronger. And the fanfiction thrived! New authors appeared rapidly, and the forums blossomed. New ideas came into the mix, and new story ideas were brought forth.”

"And, the sky opened up, heavenly shafts of light rained down, and lo and behold, we had our fourth season granted to us by much wiser Disney demigods. Most stories will be AU when it arrives, but did the writers care? Oh heck no. We laughed and cheered the loudest! More canon fodder for our powerful pens!"

 Mattb3671 leered.

 "Are y'all ready for some season four smuff? I am. But until then, the ink will flow, and the writers will dream. And the readers will read... we hope! And until then, let's give out some prizes! Our first category is 'Best One-Shot Overall'. Ladies and gents, Hank Perkins, Esquire, and Dr. Chester Yapsby!"

Hank and Chester stroll in, tuxedo clad, Hank looking lawyer smug and Chester glancing about nervously. Hank addressed the crowd. "Well, I'm not really sure why we're here but as long as someone can sign my time card –“

"Let's get this over with..." moaned Yapsby. "Do you see any... roaches? Giant roaches?"

Perkins shot Yapsby a disbelieving look. "Umm, no. Now, the nominees for Best One-Shot are...

Chronic, by Nate Grey…

Kim's cheeks turned bright red. "You heard me," she muttered.

"Oh, I heard you. I just don't believe what I heard. I didn't know you were into girls, Kimmie."

"I'm not!" Kim protested. "I just...have certain...needs, is all."

Shego chuckled. "You don't have to explain it to me. We all get that...itch from time to time..."

"No, no, no!" Kim cried, her face going red again. "That's not what I meant, Shego!"

"Sure, Pumpkin. Whatever you say. Just keep in mind that you're the one hugging me."

Kim bit her lip. "I have...a condition," she said at last.

"It's more of a sexual preference, actually," Shego pointed out.

How Drakken Almost Stole Christmas, by G-Go…

"But Drakken insisted she wear a disguise,

So he dressed her up (and avoided her eyes).

'Cause her angry look could have rendered him dead,

While he fastened an antler up on to her head.

"This is stupid!" She growled, "No one's going to buy this!"

"Not with that attitude," He sniffed, "Come on, just try this."

Then Drakken walked out, hiked his belt several notches,

Shook his fist at the town, "Santa's comin', beeyotches!""

It’s a Small Thing, by CaptainKodak1…

“Yikes!” He dove through the opening as the cat swatted at him. He felt the claws whisper by him as he fell out of the vent to land on Shego’s bed. He got to his feet to see the cat pushing the vent open more. Ron felt a breeze and looked down.

“AHH MAN!”

Ron glanced back up to see his pants hanging from the cat’s claws. The cat pushed again and the vent opened more. Ron slid off the bed and ran into the other room which turned out to be the bathroom.

“WHOOPS, wrong turn.”

Ron turned to run out but the cat had forced the vent and was now approaching with his pants in its mouth. The cat took a couple of more steps toward him. Ron looked around and saw he cornered next to the tub. The glass doors were open so the climbed up the curtain hanging outside the tub. He stood on the edge of the tub and faced the cat. It was then he heard sloshing of water. He turned to the side. Shego lay in the tub covered in bubbles. Her blackened eyes grew large around her swollen face.

“STOPPABLE!” Shego shrieked.

“AHHHHH” screamed Ron as he slipped on the soap on the side of the tub and fell in the water.

“HIssssss” The cat jumped Ron fell off the side of the tub. The cat passed over him and landed in the water. There was another shriek from Shego as she tried to stand up only to slip and fall. The rush of water splashed Ron out onto the floor. Ron tried to run from the room as water continued to splash out the floor. Several items came hurtling at him from Shego’s direction as she screamed his name along with several other words. He grabbed one of the bottles that spray foam nozzle and sprayed the floor as he ran. He hoped it would make it slippery. The sodden cat was tossed out of the tub to land in the foam. Furball continued to try to get on its feet but Ron stood and sprayed the cat as much as he could. The cat howled as the foam covered it and it retreated around the sink. Ron threw the can to the floor and ran from the room. He wiped himself off as he was covered in the foam himself. He did not see the name on the can as it rolled away. “Nair foam mousse”

Little Black Dress, by CaptainKodak1…

I turned and walked slowly across the room to a small cabinet knelling in front, I opened it and pulled out a thick photo album. My hand slid across the plastic cover. This was Kim’s album, the one Anne and I had started when Kim was first born. The album was thick and heavy. Not many pictures had been added recently since we had gone with the digital cameras. The album lay in my lap as I slid into my favorite chair and opening the front cover. A picture of Kim and Ron dropped into my lap. It was a picture of Kim and Ron he had taken that night of the Diablo’s. They had returned home after beating Drakken and had returned to the dance. They had left the house hand in hand that night. Another picture caught my eye. It was a pictures of a much younger Kim and Ron all dressed up for Halloween and heading out the door.

Another picture caught his eye. This was a newspaper photo from the evening of the Diablo’s. Kim stood there in that form fitting suit with Ron standing with her. Her hand was curled around Ron’s. Kim was not little anymore. She was becoming a grown young woman. She had made a place for herself in this world, and she had someone to share that place with and it was not me.

The hours have passed, and I sit here waiting for Kim to come home. The clock gleamed out the time. “12:45” The dance supposed to over at 12:30.

Headlights played across the front of the house. I hesitated from getting up.

“No, I will give them this one little bit of privacy. Although a stern reminder of “Black hole” in his email might not be a bad idea.”

I got up and waited in the door to the den. I leaned against the doorway as the front door knob rattled. I heard quiet voices on the other side of the door, then the doorknob rattled again and the door opened. Kim backed in the door whispering “good night”. She closed and locked the door. Glancing through the drapes she watched until Ron had gotten back in his car and pulled away. Kim turned off the front light and turned to see me standing there. Her eyes got big. “OH DADDY WAIT till you hear this.” We turned and sat down and I listened as Kim curled up next to me and told me of everything that had happened. I really didn’t hear much. I just sat there marveling at the wonderful young woman that seemed to have blossomed before my eyes. She laughed and giggled as she explained all that had occurred that night. Once in awhile she would reach out and grab my hand to make a point.

I remember a little girl reaching out to grab my hand. She needed help climbing some steps or she wanted a horsey ride. ‘A daddy special.’ She would climb on my leg and take a seat on my foot. I would then flex my leg raising her higher and higher. Kim would cackle with laughter. “Higher daddy higher!” She would say until I would flip backwards and let her slide forward onto my stomach for a special daddy hug and tickle. Anne would come in the room and tell me to stop being so rough. Kimmie and I would always look over her and giggle together.

Kim stood using my knee to help her.. She had told everything that had happened. I smiled at her as she looked down at me. She bent over and gave me a slight kiss on the cheek. “Thank you daddy, I love you.” She whispered. She smiled as she turned and headed up the stairs to her room. I stood and turned off all the lights in the room, then followed her up the stairs. I watched her as she entered her room. Kim turned back, saw me standing there, and waved. I waved back as Kim smiled and disappeared into her room.

I sighed as I watched her disappear into her room. Where was she going? She was growing up and facing a life of her own. His little girl was little no more. She was going places on her own and she had a fine man standing at her side.

"TOMORROW, UPPERTON!" cried Yapsby out of nowhere. The crowd stared. Perkins elbowed the researcher, snapping him out of a daze. "Oh, yes, yes. And the winner is...

Chronic, by Nate Grey!”

“Accepting the award for Nate Grey are Kim Possible and Shego.”

Kim waves to her fans as she walks onstage, dragging a sour-looking Shego behind her.

"Thanks, everyone!  We're here to accept this award on behalf of the writer who manipulated us for this particular story-"

"More like grossly misrepresented us," Shego mutters.

Kim frowns and pinches Shego's arm.  "Don't make me get the leash again, Shego."  Kim clears her throat and smiles again.  "As I was saying, Nate thought we should accept the award, since it was our likenesses that drew in the Kigo fans."

"Damn stupid concept if you ask me," Shego grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You'll have to forgive my moody wittle fwiend here," Kim giggles, making Shego cringe.  "Because we had to get here early, we didn't get to cuddle as much as she's used to, and as you can see, she's pretty mad about that."

"Stop talking like that!" Shego shouts, her face bright red.  "I'm not a stuffed animal!"

"Of course you're not," Kim replies, slipping her arms around Shego and nuzzling her neck.  "Don't worry, we can cuddle all you want when we get home..."

Shego growls and pushes Kim's head away.  "Basically, I deserve this award for all the humiliation I suffered at the hands of certain people who will remain nameless, but rest assured I know exactly where HE lives."

Kim grins.  "Anyway, we have to be going."  She quickly stage-whispers, "She gets REALLY grumpy if she doesn't get her snuggles by noon."

Shego claps a hand over Kim's mouth and drags her offstage and back to their seats, muttering angrily all the while.

Jason and Matt walk back on stage, smiling broadly. Matt’s eyes seem glued to Shego as she drags off Kim, as Jason continues.

“I always loved that story, had me laughing like crazy. Now, put your hands together for Finger Eleven, with One Thing!”

Restless tonight
Cause I wasted the light
Between both these times
I drew a really thin line
It’s nothing I planned
And not that I can
But you should be mine
Across that line

If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn’t that be something

I promise I might
Not walk on by
Maybe next time
But not this time

Even though I know
I don’t want to know
Yeah I guess I know
I just hate how it sounds

If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn’t that be something

If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn’t that be something

Even though I know
I don’t want to know
Yeah I guess I know
I just hate how it sounds

Even though I know
I don’t want to know
Yeah I guess I know
I just hate how it sounds

If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn’t that be something

If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn’t that be something

If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn’t that be something
“Everyone seems to have their favorite coupling. For the most part, that’s Kim and Ron, or Kim and Shego. But others like to see something a little different sometimes. And it doesn’t have to strictly involve Kim or Ron either.”

Matt was grinning madly now. “Oh, I know. There could be Tara and Bonnie, or Bonnie and Monique, or Tara, Monique and Bonnie, or…”

“Matt…”

“Yes Jason?”

“Can we just get on with it? We don’t have all night to name off every possible pairing.”

Matt just nodded briefly. “Sure, right. Anyways, please welcome to the stage, presenting the award for Best Alternative Pairing Story… Yori and Hirotaka!”

Yori and Hirotaka walk in from the left. Yori smiles, as her silk kimono ruffles as she moves. Hirotaka takes her arm, his suit crisp, as they make their way to the podium.

“Oh thank you, we are most honoured to be here, to present this award.”

“Oh, indeed we are Yori. There are so many possible stories out there involving other couples beyond the main two of Kim and Ron, or Kim and Shego, that it is good for them to be recognized here.”

“Some prefer to see Kim or Ron paired with someone else. Or, some stories focus on the love two other characters might share with each other.”

“And the nominees are…

A Brand New Cycle, by S-Chrome…

"You wanna know my point?"

"Yeah! What's your point!"

"My point is that you push everyone away from you," Monique stated. "Excluding no one..."

It actually sounded like a correct assessment, not that the brunette would believe it.

"That's not true!"

"Then where's that entourage you used to have? Where's Crystal? Where's Brick?"

"I don't know!" A faltering Bonnie said.

"Better yet, Where's Tara?"

The brunette got that old feeling that she got from her sisters almost a week ago. She was being silenced once again.

"I don't know..." She quietly replied.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" The dark-skinned girl grinned.

"I said I don't know!" Bonnie exclaimed. "I don't know! You made your point."

Submission... Sweet submission. Well, it was sweet for Monique, not so sweet for Rockwaller.

"What are you trying to tell me anyway?" The unconvinced brunette asked.

Monique took a few slow steps toward Bonnie, who backed up a few inches. The few spectators that were left had the thought that the gloves were about to come off.

Her voice almost sounded affectionate. "I'm trying to tell you that you're not going to get rid of me, Bon-Bon."

Before the brunette had a chance to even respond, the unthinkable had happened.

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"Well what do you know?" A grinning Shego said.

The redhead was stunned into silence... Well, sort of. "Wha? M-Mon and B-Bon a-a-are..."

Meanwhile, nearly 20 feet away from where they were standing, Ron was watching this scene with pure, unbridled glee.

"That... is... totally wicked!" He shouted, which made a few patrons stare at him.

"Booyah!" His mole rat, Rufus shouted.

"You see, Kimmie?" The green-clad woman gloated. "My advice always works."

Bad As She Wants Me to Be, by Rougesknight…

Feeling the flow of tears on his chest, Ron simply pulled Sheena closer, rubbing her back softly. “ Whatever it is, it’ll be ok, I promise” he whispered, not sure how he’d make good on the promise, but knowing that he didn’t want to fail. He’d seen something in Shego’s eyes tonight that he’d never seen when any woman looked at him before, he didn’t want to lose that. He kissed the top of her head softly and continued to rub her back, making soothing sounds until they both fell asleep.

Life Changes, by Zaratan…

Shego grabbed the knob, throwing the door open, and was shocked to see Steve there, his hand raised as if to knock, dressed only in a brown robe. “Shego?”

“What are you doing here?”

Steve lowered his hand, trying to avoid staring at the ample cleavage her robe was showing. “I was… I mean…”

Shego glanced out into the hall, and quickly grabbed him, pulling him in. “Aww hell, get in here before someone sees you.” She quickly shut the door, turning slowly to face him, pulling her robe closer around her.

“Look… I was hoping we could talk.”

Shego crossed her arms over her chest. “What’s there to talk about? We had sex, end of story!”

“It was more than that, and you know it! Why else would you be having trouble talking to me?”

“Maybe because I thought you’d get all clingy.”

“Clingy? I don’t think so, especially not over someone like you!”

Shego poked a finger into his chest. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Steve just glared at her. “Just what you think it means! I’m an agent of Global Justice, and you’re a criminal deviant!”

“You stuck up, arrogant BLEEP!”

“Thieving BLEEP!”

They stared at each other for a few moments, anger evident in both their expressions, and then fell into each other’s arms. Their lips met in a ferocious kiss, tongues dueling for supremacy.

“And the winner is…

Life Changes, by Zaratan!”

Jason looks up from his notes, his eyes wide in surprise. Glancing over at Matt, he looks back to the podium, where Yori and Hirotaka are standing there, waiting for him. Gazing out over the crowd, Jason walks slowly over to the podium, waving and smiling as he does so. When he gets to the podium, he grabbed the envelop quickly.

“There’s got to be some kind of mistake here…”

Yori just bowed, smiling graciously. “I do not believe there has been a mistake made Jones-san. And… the microphone is on…” She handed him the award, giving him a brief kiss on the cheek

Jason blushed slightly, turning back to the crowd. “Wow… this was completely unexpected. I don’t think I have anything really prepared… umm… when I started this story, it was only supposed to be something short, a side-story to my main series, and then it grew… bloody plot bunnies… and it became something more!”

“Well… umm… I guess I’d like to thank… umm… everyone I guess, for reading and… damn, I really should have prepared something… thanks to everyone, winning this is just really cool. I don’t know if I deserve it more than anyone else, the other stories are just as good, if not better, so be sure to check them out. Thanks again!”

Jason walked back to the side to stand by Matt, a smile widening on his face as he clutches the statue in his hands. Matt just shakes his head, and smiles.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this. He’s just going to go on and on… anyways, here are the Bare Naked Ladies, and Alternative Girlfriend!”

You're in an all-girl band
Your futon's second hand
Your parents understand but you don't care
I have a job in a shop
I'm an undercover cop
I make sure the customers aren't thieves
Old at being young
Young at being old
Everything's on hold within our evolution

You're my alternative girlfriend
I love you, and now you cannot pretend
There's nothing left that won't cross over

Last night we slept on the lawn
you woke up and I was gone
Back to the dream I dream to leave
My life with her is a bore
A worn-out metaphor
No more surprises up its sleeve
We're old at being young
Young at being old
Everything's been sold to other's revolutions

You're my alternative girlfriend
I love you, and now you cannot pretend
There's nothing left that won't cross over

You live above your dad's four-car garage
With your vinyl and imaginary entourage
if I pull up in a U-Haul, pack up quick
So we can get out of this town 'cause it makes me sick

You're my alternative girlfriend
I love you, and now you cannot pretend
There's nothing left that won't cross over

"So many stories focus on the main characters, as they should. They are the main characters for a reason. But some people like to bring the lesser stars to the forefront, giving them a chance to shine just as brightly!"

“There are just so many characters there with so much room to grow. You did it with Bonnie and Tara, I did it with Monique and Brick. Oh, and we can’t for my favorite girl of all, cause she is here to present. Giving out the award for Best Minor Character are Sensei and Nooni!”

Sensei, his arm through Nooni’s arm, enter in from the right of the stage, pausing briefly as Nooni stops to give a kiss to both Matt and Jason. Approaching the podium, the two bow briefly to the crowd.

Sensei cleared his throat, and the room went quiet. “The river running deeply provides the greatest bounty.”

Nooni just groaned, pulling the microphone away. “You speak too strange, the round eyes no understand. And what this me being minor character, huh? Nooni no minor. Jason and Matt have much explaining to do.”

“Nooni, perhaps you might speak with them after the awards? And the nominees are…

Bonnie, by Zaratan of Bonnie’s Curse…

It started innocent enough. A comment to slow someone down, just enough to disrupt events. A carefully placed word, and I was able to help, to change things for the better. And then, just being the bitch became a part of me. The headaches didn’t help, nor the lack of sleep, in giving me the grumpy mood to maintain the illusion. And at first, it was all good, it was like playing a game. But as the “game” evolved, I lost friends. You know how lonely it is, to have to be the bitch all the time. Hell, at one low point, I even considered suicide. Now that was fun when I got the flash on that one. And that’s when I told Tara, because I needed someone, anyone that I could talk to. The stress was getting to be too much, and I needed someone I could talk to, someone who could help relieve the pressure I was feeling. She didn’t believe it at first, but it’s not hard to convince someone, so long as they’re willing to listen. She’s the only one I’ve ever trusted with this, the only one who might understand. Sure, Kim might, but this rivalry thing would prevent her from ever listening to me.

Nooni, by mattb3671 of The Biggest Mission Ever…

“Note to self: put hair in ponytail before wrestling.” she mumbled. She slipped Ron’s jersey over her head, and at that exact moment, the temple door opened and a slight body slipped in.

Kim gasped dropping the shirt to the floor, covering her breasts with her arms. She recognized the culprit.

“Master Lunch Lady!” she started, maybe a bit to loudly.

The wizened old lady looked Kim over from head to toe. She was carrying a tray holding a small bowl of rice porridge, some assorted glass bottles in odd shapes, and some black clothes folded neatly. She placed it on the vanity.

“What wrong with hair? Look like you fight with monkey all night.” She blurted out in broken English. “And you too skinny. Need to eat more.”

Kim’s eyes popped open. Not only was Master Lunch Lady speaking English, she was hen-pecking her. Like her Nana did.

“Close mouth. You catch flies mouth open like that,” Master Lunch Lady continued, “…you hungry?”

“…uh, no, not right now. Maybe later…” Kim managed to get out.

“Fine. We take bath first. Come get in tub.” Master Lunch Lady commanded, walking past Kim to the tub. She turned, standing beside it, and tapped her foot, waiting.

“…ah, well…” Kim stammered. Did this lady think she was gonna get all naked in front of her?

“No have all day. Come, come, get in bath. Young American girl parts no different than old Japanese woman parts. Seen it before. No big. Hurry up!” Master Lunch Lady said, using the ‘Mother’ tone.

“Hmph!” Kim grunted like a child.

Master Lunch Lady’s thin eyebrow rose as if to say ‘YOUNG LADY… ’.

Kim sighed, stomping over to the tub, arms still crossed over her bosoms. She looked at the elder woman. “Won’t you even close your eyes?” she pleaded.

“Why close eyes? Then I no can see, that just silly. In. Tub. Go!” Master Lunch Lady’s foot tapped louder.

Kim gave in, quickly grabbing her underpants, sliding them down. She jumped into the tub in a flash (no pun intended), hastily sitting down, her back to the old woman.

Master Lunch Lady had stealthily produced a wooden bucket from behind the tub, which, quite speedily, she filled with water, promptly dumping it over Kim’s head, drenching her.

“GAH! What are you doing! First you force me into in to a tub, naked, and then you try and drown me? Master Lunch Lady!” Kim wailed.

“Hair has to be wet to be cleaned. Stop squawking, little bird.” cackled the older lady. “And no more ‘Master Lady’ name. That what Stoppable-san call me. You call me Nooni now. It my name… but don’t tell Stoppable-san. Me like to pull his chain.”

Tara, by RavenStarfire of Replacement…

"And all the while, I acted the shy, timid Tara at school. The one who was always third. All while I planned my own revenge... Then I got it. After her comments in the cafeteria after that day, I came to Barkin's class early and told him a few things Bonnie had allegedly "said" about him – some which were true, some which were partially false, and some that were outright lies altogether. Oh, the look on his face when she walked in the room…oh, damn, you had to be there!" Tara laughed. "Priceless. He suspended her, which pissed off her family, so she ran from her home - and Drakkie picked her up… And now, by getting rid of you, Kim – and Shego –I'll not only get to decide who the new cheerleader on the squad will be, I'll make sure I stay on top – and I'll cement myself as the most dangerous woman in the world. Drakkie and I have a real humdinger of a wedding and honeymoon planned after all this!"

Jason and Matt are anxiously dancing beside the stage, as Sensei takes up the envelop. Occasionally, they glance at the other, glaring slightly.

“And the winner is… Nooni AND Bonnie!

With glee, both hosts storm over to the podium, pushing slightly to get at the single award.

“I’d like to thank… quit shoving… everyone who enjoyed my portrayal of Bonnie, and.. HEY!”

“Oh please, you probably got the sympathy vote for putting this together. Nooni was an almost original creation of mine, and has… stop that… has become popular with other writers, and… OWW!!”

Nooni grabbed both Matt and Jason by the ears, tugging sharply and twisting, forcing them to the floor. “Fighting stupid, both won! Matt, you friend, Jason, you date, but bicker like child. Stops now! Both are grateful to all who voted for them, and honoured by award. Now, back to work!”

Nooni gave one final twist before letting them go, and both quickly slumped to the floor. Sensei and Nooni gave one last bow to the crowd before returning to their seats in the crowd.

Jason, rubbing his ear, grumbles all the way to his feet. “You know, this is your fault. If you hadn’t…”

“Me, she’s your date! You should be the one to…”

“CHILDREN!”

Both Matt and Jason cringe as she raises her voice to them. Matt just swallows his fear down a bit. “Umm… let’s welcome our next performer. Here’s R Kelly, with I Believe I Can Fly!”

I used to think that I could not go on
And life was nothing but an awful song
But now I know the meaning of true love
I'm leaning on the everlasting arms

If I can see it, then I can do it
If I just believe it, there's nothing to it

I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly

See I was on the verge of breaking down
Sometimes silence can seem so loud
There are miracles in life I must achieve
But first I know it starts inside of me, oh

If I can see it, then I can do it
If I just believe it, there's nothing to it

I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly

Hey, cuz I believe in me, oh

If I can see it, then I can do it
If I just believe it, there's nothing to it

I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly

Hey, if I just spread my wings
I can fly
I can fly
I can fly, hey
If I just spread my wings
I can fly
Fly-eye-eye
“Original characters are probably the most difficult thing to create in any story. Working with established characters, you already know what they are like. But when you create someone new, there is an extra challenge, to make a character that people care about. It’s almost impossible to create a character that people will truly worry and care about, but some people have been able to do it.” Jason just smiled. “And our special presenters here will tell us just who won for Best Original Character.”

"Tonights special guests are two of my favorite fangirls." grinned Matt. "You know you've seen their art, pics like 'Smug' and 'Saint Stoppable'. Everyone, do me a solid and give a round of applause for Ivymae457 and Minnesota Mutt!"

Ivy came skipping out in her mission clothes, red streaks through her dark hair. Muttly bounded out beside her, silver-grey fur shining, cute little tail wagging, in her canine avatar. A fedora was cocked jauntily on her head.

"I can't believe I let Matt talk us into this..." Ivy began, rolling her eyes at Muttly.

"Ruff!" replied Muttly. She turned to glance at the weirdo redheaded guy, growling a bit.

"Papa Smuff has his ways..." smirked Matt.

"Please, whatta dork!" moaned Ivy.

"WUFF!" said Muttly.

"Anyway, the nominees for the Best Original Character are..."

Kara Fang, by Hobnob-rev…

Shia whirled and her right hand snatched up her Katana. With a hiss, the blade unsheathed and she slapped it down on Kara’s desk, the noise echoing around the room. “You lie!”

“No, that is the truth.” Kara sat cautiously. “How much did you hear then?”

“ALL!” Shia snapped, both of her hands slamming onto the wood. Her eyes blazed with anger. “How could you lie to me? ME?”

“As I recall, I have never lied to you … not in the strictest sense.” Kara sighed, a quiet sound that had Shia staring at her in disbelief. “I am sorry you listened to me in there. It must be very confusing for you.”

“Confusing?” Her sister took one step back, hands trembling. “I am not confused, Kara, I am angry! You killed her!”

“Our mother? Kara leaned back in her chair, steepling her hands. So, she finally knows. Perhaps for the best. “Yes.” “Yes, I did. And do you know why?”

“Why? You are trying to explain why you killed our mother?” The trembling hands slid up to tug gently at blond hair as Shia stared at Kara in absolute horror. “You are actually, standing here, trying to excuse-“

“She was never my mother!” Kara hissed violently, her own eyes turning to slits. “She birthed me, she was a womb that produced me! Nothing more! When I was two, she left me in the care of my father and he hated me! Hated me! He threw me into a orphanage a few months later, may he burn in hell! But she abandoned me! So, yes… I killed the woman who birthed me, threw me away and betrayed me! She deserved it!”

“That is not the woman I knew!” Shia countered, her own eyes burning. “She loved me! Cared for me! The woman you talk about was not my mother!”

“And yet, she was! So who lived in a dream world Shia? You or me?” Kara slid from the seat and carefully made her way around the desk. “The woman we both knew was a liar and a thief. A con artist who used me to draw money from the Jade! A person who then used you to perform con tricks for her! How do you know she loved you? How? Maybe if you just took a step back, you would realise that when I killed her, I did you a favour!”

Lacey Lipton, by Bubbahotek…

Ron complied with the request, he took a seat next to her and opened the root beer and handed it to her “So…how’s things going…today.” Ron said awkwardly, he didn’t have a clue as to what to say.

Lacey took a drink of the root beer, “I’ve been better, this is good stuff.” She said holding up the bottle. Ron smiled and nodded. “Ron, I’m dieing, I’m off the pain medicine they’ve been giving me to keep me doped up. I want to be aware of things and to say goodbye to people I love before I go.”

Ron’s hands were shaking, “Are you in pain now?”

Lacey nodded, “The large doses I’ve been getting make it feel like every cell in my body is on fire.”

Ron shook his head, “I...I don’t know what to say…do, do you know when…umm….” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Lacey nodded, “Soon”

Ron nodded and started to break down. He slid off the bed and onto his knees and bawled, he could not help himself. Lacey reached over and played with his hair, “Ron its ok, I’m ready to let go now, I need you to be strong for me.”

Ron looked up from the bed with eyes full of pain and sorrow, “I don’t want you to die Lacey, you filled an emptiness in me, made me feel complete, like I was worth something, kept me from becoming angry and bitter, you accepted me…I don’t want to lose that.”

Lacey reached out and took his hand, “Ron…look at me.” Ron turned his head up, “See if any of this makes sense…When boys are little they all think they are great ballplayers or leaders and very few if any are. When girls are little they all think that the parents they live with aren’t really theirs and that their parents are really kings and queens and that a knight in shinning armor will come and rescue them…”

Lacey stopped for a moment and took a drink of the root beer. “And very few if any of these girls actually meet a knight in shinning armor. Ron you were my knight in shinning armor, with you I got to ride on a motorcycle and go to a club and go out on dates and go parking…Ron with you I got to live.”

Ron looked down at the bed, “I’m n…no knight in shinning armor.” He told her with a smile.

Lacey nodded, “You are to me Ron…You’ll go on and have other girlfriends and do great things…Just promise me that you’ll always remember me.”

Ron smiled, “How could I ever forget you.” Then he got up off his knees and gave her a soft kiss.

Ray Beam, by G-Go…

"Something like that, Ray knew, could seriously damage a person, so he decided the best angle would be to play the caring boyfriend. He practiced sounding like one in front of a mirror and was pleasantly surprised to discover he was pretty good at faking sincerity. When he wanted to, he could sound like an attentive listener. In fact he experimented with a few women, and got so proficient at it, he began timing the hours between the point in which he introduced himself to a woman, and the minute she told him she loved him. His record was 36 hours, but he didn't really count it officially. That one had some serious emotional baggage and was looking for the right man to save her from the misery of being herself. Pathetic. Last he'd heard of her, she'd taken her own life. Whatever."

“And the winner is…

Kara Fang, by Hobnob-rev!”

Shego sitting in the front row of tables, just scoffs. “Okay, if this guy hasn’t rigged the awards, I don’t know who HAS! I mean, Kara Fang? How scary a name is that? Oooh, look at me… I’m all fangs and-”

Hobnob-rev approaches the podium quickly, keeping an eye on Shego even as he greets Ivy and Minn. “Okay, right… this is getting embarrassing. Thanks to all those who voted for me in the polls for best original character. “

 

“Oh, that’s original…”

 

“Could you keep the green woman quiet? Thanks.”

 

“Oh, you are SO dead… so, SO, dead!”

 

“The origins of Kara as a character came about very early on. Obvious really when you think about it. As she would be the… well, lynchpin of the whole fiction, and also the dark reflection of Shego’s own personality, I had to develop her first and foremost.”

 

“Well, doy!”

 

“Originally, Kara was designed to be Shego’s older sister… someone even more warped than Shego is in her morals. She originally had no intention to join Hego and the like, and she would have been the one that Shego ended up fighting on top of the skyscraper, not Detonhater. But then I decided that I didn’t want her to be Shego’s sister. What would be the point? We know she has siblings, and it added nothing new to the character in the fiction. I needed a new angle.”

 

“Oh, this should be good. How I made a two dimensional villainess by Mr ‘Shego and Kimmie sitting in a tree!’ over there!”

 

“It came while I was watching a TV programme about oriental beliefs, in particular about Yin and Yang. I had already decided that Kara would be Shego’s darkness, something that we have all seen when she is truly enraged in the show, given free reign and a body. Kara is, in essence, the rage, anger and hatred Shego feels towards the world… and what makes her evil in my opinion. What you see when you look at Kara Fang, is Shego without any morals, her own beliefs or good streak-“

 

“What good streak? I don’t HAVE a good streak! I’m evil and proud of it. Evil… that’s me! So evil!”

 

Kim just laughs from her table. “What about all the times you’ve helped me then? Or had a chance to take me out, only to end up tying me to a conveniently escapable wall?”

 

“Evil villainess rulebook! Always let your nemesis have an escape route or leave one piece of equipment they need to escape.”

 

“Oh, bull, Shego… That’s bull!”

 

“No, I swear Kimmie. It has nothing to do with respect and certainly nothing to do with me not really wanting to see your cute ass getting kill… Damn it, I did it again!”

 

“May I continue?” Kim and Shego both shoot death glares at Hob, who swallows. “Thanks… The rest of her past was easy. With Yin and Yang in my head, I decided to make her oriental… to add flavour to the character by making her also a good foil for Yori (who I wanted to have as a second opponent for Kara). I needed to have her woo Drakken, and that meant power… Kara would go for evil, like Shego, but with no morals, I decided to create my own super criminal organisation and hence, the Jade were born.”

 

“This guy lives in his own little world…”

 

“I’ll say… and… why am I agreeing with everything you’re saying, Shego? I’m a hero… I should be defending him!”

 

“Well, maybe it’s to do with his fiction involving us playing hide the pretzel, Princess…”

 

“Will you stop with that?”

 

“Make me!”

 

“I could go on and on about Kara’s torture skills… but then she had to have those to break Shego.”

 

“WHAT? I break for nobody! Especially with a name like Fang!”

 

“Anyway. Thank you all for enjoying Kara Fang. She is a twisted, ruthless and evil piece of work whose one goal is to make Shego suffer, before killing her as painfully as possible. I rather like her as a character, no matter how psychotic she is.”

 

“Kimmie… just one little plasma ball?”

 

“NO!”

 

“So unfair, Princess!”

 

“Anyway… I’m glad that Kara is up here, in my head… and not real. Or boy, would I end up being in danger over what happens to her at the end…”

 

Hobnob_rev feels a body slid up behind him and notices that Kim and Shego, along with the rest of the audience, are staring in shock. “What?”

 

A smooth oriental voice whispers in his ear, just as he feels a hand tighten round his neck. “Hobnob_rev San? Whoever said I wasn’t real? And I really think I should discuss the ending with you… for a long, long time.”

 

“Oh… bollocks… first Shego… now you… M… My thanks to all the voters… while I can still speak. I love you all, and someone call security!”

Hob quickly returns to his seat, sweating profusely, especially once Shego rises to her feet, glaring at him the whole while, before heading to the back stage area.

Jason just wipes his forehead, relieved that trouble hadn’t broken out. “Man, Kara Fang always gave me the creeps. Did you feel the same… MATT, YOU LEAVE THOSE PRESENTERS ALONE!”

Ivymae457 and Minnesota Mutt go bolting by quickly, glancing over their shoulders briefly to see Matt hot on their tails. “But ladies… I just wanted to give you a smuff demonstration!”

Jason grabs Matt quickly by the jacket as he tries to give chase again, and Matt quickly finds himself restrained. Manchester-Black quickly blocks the way from any further move by Matt. As the ladies head back to their table, Manchester is there to help them calm down from the chase. (Manchester bribed me folks. Remember that the next time you want in, or need a date for this! :D )

Jason finally lets go when he’s sure Matt won’t go running to their table. “While my co-host calms down, let’s welcome Smashmouth, with Come On, Come On!”

Walking out of the door
I'm on my way
Can you tell me just
Where I'm going
Occupational skills
Would you give me a clue
What to do cause my
Mind's in motion
Just trying to relax
I find myself on the couch
With big plans
But there's always tomorrow
Is something wrong with me?
Or the way that I'm thinking?

Come on, come on,
And tell me why you're staring
Come on, come on,
It must be what I'm wearing
Come on, come on,
And tell me why it is taking so long
For you to recognize and stop

Another day in the sun
I'm having fun
Feel the heat sneaking up on me
I take a look in the sky
A plane goes by
Is that the reason that I can't breath
I take a look and I wonder why
Why these birds don't fly
It's hard for me to see and I believe
My oh my

Come on, come on,
And tell me why you're staring
Come on, come on,
It must be what I'm wearing
Come on, come on,
And tell me why's it taking so long
For you to recognize and stop

Another day in the sun
I'm having fun
Feel the heat sneaking up on me
I take a look in the sky
A plane goes by
Is that the reason that I can't breath
I take a look and I wonder why
Why these birds don't fly
It's hard for me to see and I believe
My oh my

Come on, come on,
And tell me why you're staring
Come on, come on,
It must be what I'm wearing
Come on, come on,
And tell me why's it taking so long
For you to recognize and stop
Come on, come on,
And tell me why you're staring
Come on, come on and stop
“Love and hate can be so closely entwined, that it is impossible to tell the difference sometimes. Fires are stoked, passions flamed, and that is the basis for this next category. The Kim/Shego dynamic makes for an interesting story, and I don’t think those writers that enjoy it would have it any other way!”

            Matt just grinned broadly. “While I generally prefer the Kim and Ron smuff, a little Kigo smuff can be good on occasion too. And bearing that in mind, let’s welcome our guests to present the Best Kigo Story Award, Dr. Drakken and Shego!”

Drakken and Shego walk across the stage from opposite sides. Drakken is waving and smiling, obviously enjoying the attention in his black tux. Shego on the other hand just looks upset, the strapless black dress with the slit up the right side fluttering almost angrily along with her mood. As they meet at the podium in the middle, it looks like she’s doing everything she can to resist hitting him.

“Isn’t this a lovely night to present awards Shego?”

“Please, these geeks have no idea what I can do. They either have Princess beat me or turn me good. I just want to get this over with.”

Drakken quickly covers the microphone, poorly, and lowers his voice to a whisper. “Shego, be good. They’re reducing our sentence a few months for taking part in this. I, for one, would like to get out of prison sometime before the next century.”

Shego just glares at him, but doesn’t respond. Slowly, he removes his hand.

“All right, so I’m giving out this award… which one is it again?” Shego listens as Drakken leans over, whispering in her ear, and her eyes go wide. “OH HELL NO! I’m presenting the best Kigo Award? You have got to be kidding me! Where the hell is Kimmie, I have a few choice words for her!”

“Shego, watch your language, there might be children watching.”

“Oh please, like they haven’t heard it all before.” She glares angrily, but Drakken just smiles lightly, his hands clasped as if pleading. “Fine, whatever. Let’s get this out of the way so me and Kimmie can have a little talk about the awards she assigns me to present.”

“Well, I don’t think it was Kim Possible who assigned it, I think it was the producers and hosts, that… Jason and Matt.”

“Fine, then I will have words with them! The nominees for Best Kigo Story are…”

An Unacceptable Sitch, by Allaine…

    "I'm not going to do this any more, Shego," Kim replied quietly. The acoustics made it easy for Shego to hear her.

     "What's that supposed to mean?" Shego asked, frowning. "You can't just let me get away."

     "I can if it puts an end to this," Kim said.

     Shego glared at her. "You've lost it, Possible."

     "If you're stealing that diamond because you want me to come after you," Kim told her, "then I'm not going to play that game. Not after everything we've been through."

     "Look, get it through your head, Kim," Shego retorted. "I'm evil, and I'm stealing this so I can sell it for lots of money. Then I can relax somewhere in the tropics and get my good laugh on all the people who have to slave away every day just to stay alive, while I live in luxury for breaking the law."

     "At least the wage slaves aren't alone," Kim said.

     Shego took a few steps forward and shook a fist at her. "Shut up, Kim, before I shut your mouth for you."

     "Who goes with you to Waikiki or Bermuda or wherever it is you go, Shego?" Kim asked. "Family? Friends? Anyone? Are you so determined to live your life alone that you push away anybody who gets close to you?"

     "Hey, I invited you into my life!" Shego said angrily. "You were the one who decided it was a little too close for comfort!"

     "Well, that's a plus," Kim said. "For a minute there I was thinking you'd forgotten everything that happened to us."

     Shego folded her arms and glared. "It happened. So what?"

     "So there are still issues between us," Kim reminded her. "And we took those issues, and we put them in locked boxes and buried them in the ground, because we were trying to save our alliance. Now the Acceptables are gone, and I want to dig them up, no matter what the consequences. Because I don't want to fight with you, Shego. I want us to be what I thought for a few days maybe we could be."

     "What?"

     "Friends."

Kim Possible : Mind, Body, and Soul, by Hobnob-rev…

“Why’d you save me?” She implored Shego, desperation in her voice. “It had to be a trick, or…or there had to be another reason! You’ve always hated me! Did you do it to drive me mad? Why can’t I hate you back? It’s not fair!”

Shego gripped Kim round the waist and shoulder and, with a grunt, rolled her onto her back. As she lay on top of the young red head, she felt something inside her ache. Kim deserved to know the truth about her, them... It would probably be the last time they would ever meet, unless…

Shego bit her lip and then nodded. “Fine! There is another reason for why I saved you at Duotronics. It’s the same reason I began fighting you all those years ago, the same reason I felt dirty when that drone shocked you, the same reason I went to you for help when Fang appeared!” Shego paused and let out a sigh. “For the same reason Drakken thinks I betrayed him, thanks to Kara.”

“What are you talking about?” Kim hissed, angry that she couldn’t budge Shego off her body. The black haired, green skinned woman held her tightly, almost as though her life depended on it. “Tell me! Why’d you save my life?”

Shego gripped Kim gently, watched her struggle underneath her. Those dark green eyes of hers flashing with anger, confusion, pain and fear. Sighing with understanding, Shego suddenly found she wanted to wash it all away. Wash away the pain. I love you Kimmie… that’s all you have to say to her.You don’t know how, or when it happened, but you do… and it’s changing things.

Kim glared at Shego as the green woman stared at her, just stared. “Shego?”

“You really want to know why I saved your life, Kim?” Shego asked quietly, missing the shock on Kim’s face as she used her real name. Kim Possible… I love you. Say it Shego… you coward! “You want to know why my life has been destroyed by Kara Fang and her manipulations?”

“Shego… I…” Kim managed, only for the thief to lean so close to her that she could feel Shego’s warm breath on her cheek. “What… what are you doing?”

“You want to know?” Shego whispered, eyes glowing as she breathed in the spicy, citrus scent of Kim’s hair. She ran her lips along Kim’s jaw… seeking. So… beautiful, even when she’s angry. No, especially when she’s angry.

“Last chance to say no… Kimmie.”

“I…Yes… I want to kn-” Kim managed, only for Shego to, lean down and slide her lips onto the young woman’s in a smooth, silky kiss.

Shego felt her mind quiver as her lips touched Kim’s. They were so soft, full and tender, that she lost herself in their texture. She tastes so sweet… Oh, Kim… This is why I had to save you, why I could never hurt you now… not now I know you as well as you know me!”

Walking the Line, by StarvingLunatic…

What the hell? How dare somebody just dump their crap here, Shego grumbled and she went to kick the box just because it seemed like a great way to vent her frustration.

The emerald-eyed female gave the box a good, swift kick and was going to do it again, but the box made a noise. She craned an onyx eyebrow because, as far as she knew, boxes were not supposed to yelp. She thought someone might have abandoned a dog or cat in the box, so she opened it to inspect what was going on. The contents caused her to leap back in pure shock, which was amazing because she felt like she had seen it all and it was hard to surprise her. There was a dead body in the box.

Okay, it turned out the Shego jumped to the wrong conclusion; the body in the box was far from dead. The redhead was eating way too much to be dead.

“God… all these people sound like rejected Abba wannabes…”

“Shego… please! Let’s just announce the winner!” Drakken fumbles with a gold envelope, while Shego stares in hatred at the small gold statue sitting next to it. The motif is a very familiar redhead curled naked around an even more familiar dark haired woman. “Well, well… the winner is Hobnob_rev!”

A figure stumbles up to the podium, coughing on a rapidly vanishing mint. “ME? You… I mean… me?”

Shego stares at Hobnob. “This mountain sized moron again?”



 

“That would be the winner, Shego, you really can’t…”



 

“Oh?” Black lips curve into a cruel and calculating smile. “I see… maybe I should give him my personal thanks now…”

“No!” Drakken grabs her hand before she can move. “Shego, control yourself!”



 

Hobnob_rev shuffles and coughs. “Well, ah… what can I say? Um, I began to write mind body and soul primarily due to the wonderful fictions by Allaine. I’d already seen the cartoon, watched Shego and Kim joust with each other, and had made a comment on another board about how ‘friendly’ they seemed.”

“Friendly? I kicked Kimmie off a helicopter once! How is that being friendly?”

“Um, anyway. I decided to write mind body and soul as a tribute to the series ‘An Unacceptable Sitch’ that Allaine was writing. What prompted it was Allaine’s use of the mind control chip. He used it briefly to add some wonderful angst to his storyline. I decided to go further.”

“You did? What’s IN your fiction you little geek? It’s me right? I’m the one mind controlled again?”

hobnob_rev shuffles away from Shego who glares and twitches, only to stiffen as Kim pokes her head back out from back stage.

“I know that MBS has Shego already interested in Kim, physically, but that was my take on the cues that we see, or for the Canon readers are speculated, to be in the cartoon. Anyway, by making, um, Shego the one in danger from Kara Fang, a true psychotic from her past-”

“Who?” Shego sniffs. “I wouldn’t be seen dead hanging out with someone called Fang… and WHAT cues? Kimmie and I fight… a lot. Where’s the romance? I mean, okay so we scrabble around a lot and touch each other and that one time I ended up with my leg pressed against her… and my hand… I’m gonna stop now.”

Hobnob_rev blinks. “Um, anyway. It gave me the catalyst for their relationship going further, and eventually blossoming into love in the face of such a cruel and evil woman.”

“Me?”

“No, Shego…