#her and Nar have the same bangs and I just realized

[nullusreimorio]

Someone is making a comeback

[kirnet]

Depths

Kirnet/Atton. 2k words. Messy bitches and recycled dialogue

“What is it?”

Kirnet blinked her eyes into focus, the mass of light below her pulling apart and separating into hundreds of individual dots. “You’ll fall for hours,” is what Atton had said about Nar Shaddaa’s depths, the same depths that Kirnet leaned over, her bangs tickling her forehead as she allowed the railing to take her full weight. All it would take was a change to her center of gravity and she would fall, the growing shadows swallowing her up long before she ever hit anything solid.

She leaned back, her feet pressing firmly against the catwalk. Her pulse remained painfully steady. “Hmm?”

Atton clicked his tongue from his place beside her, his thumbs looped into his belt. “You’ve got that look,” he accused.

She knew what he meant; the way her brows scrunched together when she let her mind wander, the way the corner of her lips pulled into a slight frown, forming a faint crease that Kirnet never thought she would grow old enough to see. Malak used to point it out all of the time, his gloved thumb digging into her cheek as he pinched at her. “I’m just thinking.”

“Well, cut it out. Your thinking usually ends up with me getting shot at.” There was no real bite in Atton’s words as his eyes slid over to her. It was a tone reserved for the two of them, seemingly callous, but with the understanding that it was all part of some act that Kirnet wasn’t sure she fully understood. “What of?” he added after a moment, much softer than before.

He is a killer- tried and true.

The twi’lek that approached Kirnet in the refugee sector had not given her any new information, not truly. She knew he was a killer: unfounded arrogance didn’t give you that much confidence with a blaster, and based on the way Kirnet had caught the Handmaiden assessing Atton out of the corner of her eye, she knew it, too. And it didn’t take a genius to know that Atton was intimately familiar with Nar Shaddaa’s underbelly. He, after all, had been the one to suggest that they run and hide here after Peragus. After three planets and many more life-or-death situations, Kirnet liked to think that she knew him on some level.

Atton was a good-for-nothing killer, and Kirnet had no problem with it. The fact that someone went out of their way to tell her so, however, gave her pause.

“How far down have you been?” Kirnet asked, turning her gaze from the darkening sky back down to the drop in front of her. She could feel Atton shift. “Ever seen the bottom?”

“Why would I have?”

She shrugged, a practiced move. “You’ve lived here before, right? I was just curious.” Kirnet whistled when Atton didn’t immediately answer, her eyes glued downwards even as the streetlamps turned on above her. “It’s funny,” she started again, forcing a light chuckle into her voice. “Someone actually stopped me in the refugee sector this morning. Said he recognized you. Small planet, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s a surprise,” Atton scoffed. “What, did he say I owed him credits, too?”

Kirnet had always been a shit Jedi. The Force was a fickle thing, and she could never maneuver her lightsaber with the same deft skill as Malak or Revan. But she knew people. It didn’t take her long during the war to realize that Revan also knew that fact, and Kirnet was content to make use of her skill in any way they pleased. A gentle word or a harsh push when needed, and anyone under her command would follow her orders without question. Which is why she heard the way Atton’s throat constricted before it even entered his voice. His hands remained loose around his belt, but his arms were held too stiffly. 

He masks it well, but when you were in danger, his mask dropped into a stance we know well.

“Something like that.” Years of training kept her body relaxed as she rocked back and forth over the railing. “Why’d you come here in the first place, anyways?” 

“What were you trying to get lost from?” remained unsaid.

Humidity that had nothing to do with Nar Shaddaa’s heavy air prickled Kirnet’s skin. “If you’re asking about it, then you don’t need to know,” Atton grumbled, the forced disinterest in his tone chipping away with every word. “If I wanted to tell you anything, I would have come and told you. Anything else?” 

Kirnet watched his still hands out of the corner of her eye. “No harm meant. Was just curious, is all. A lot of people moved around after the war.” Herself included.

“Is this an interrogation?” Atton spat, making Kirnet tense at the sudden venom. “If so, you’re terrible at it. Especially for an ex-Jedi… or whatever you are.” He turned to her fully now, removing his hands from his belt and leaning one of his elbows on the railing. “Why don’t you just crawl in my head and try to dig out whatever you’re looking for rather than asking about it?”

“I- where did this come from?” Kirnet whirled at him, mouth agape. 

Atton’s eyes flashed. “I think you know.”

“Do you have a problem with me?” If any of her other companions had questioned her integrity she would have shrugged them off. Hell, she might have even agreed with them. But Atton? Atton had been with her from the moment the Force rushed back into her body and chilled her feverish mind. He chose to stay by her side at the Telos academy, even when every logical thought dictated that he should run and never look back. He remained glued to her back on Dantooine, always a few paces behind, the fire from his blaster heating the air over her shoulder but never threatening to harm her. The street lamp’s orange glow clouded her vision as she stepped forward, the toe of her boot brushing against his foot. “‘Cause we can settle it right now.”

Atton barked out a laugh, his arms outstretched. “You know what? I helped you get off Peragus. If I hadn’t been there, you wouldn’t have even gotten off the administration level. I’m trying to help you.” Every word had brought him closer to Kirnet’s face, the odd cut of his jacket puffing him up like a loth-cat as he leaned down. He pulled away suddenly, his hand grabbing at his unkempt hair. “I don’t know why I’m bothering.”

Kirnet could feel the enraged smile burning her cheeks, but she couldn’t school her expression. “Help me? Help me? I’m going to be generous and ignore the fact that, regardless of whether or not I let you out of that cage, the Sith would have opened the airlock anyway.” A truth and a lie, but she couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of her mouth. Her hand ached the same way it did on Peragus after Kreia’s injury as she balled it into a fist. “Why the hell are you so dead set on trying to protect me?”

She was the General, feared amongst even the Mandalorians. Just because he had grabbed her shoulder and waited until she could see through the blinding pain did not change that fact.

“Hey! I still- You know what? Not once have I asked you about the Mandalorian Wars. Not once!” Spittle flew past Atton’s clenched teeth. “I heard about Dxun, about Serreco, and I sure as hell know about Malachor V. What makes you think you’ve got the right to interrogate me on anything? You’ve got plenty to answer for- all you Jedi do.”

“You never had to ask!” Kirnet choked out a bitter laugh. “You already know everything about me. You learned the truth about my exile the same moment I did! So, Atton, if there’s any question possibly left to ask, then fucking ask.”

The harsh light that haloed Atton cast deep shadows over his eyes, almost hiding them entirely, but Kirnet could still feel the way they cut through her skin. “How did you even live with yourself after Malachor? Is that why you went back to the Jedi council? Hoping they’d kill you?” His voice turned even, flat, a rumbling growl that he had complete control over.

She didn’t. She didn’t live. The only reason she still breathed was because Bao-Dur had the good sense to drag her convulsing body as far away from the blast radius as he could. Even still, breathing and living were two entirely different things. “Go on, let’s hear it all,” she spat instead, now leaning back against the railing and pretending that the chill that entered Atton’s voice didn’t make her palms itch for a familiar heft.

“Wasn’t it? Maybe you thought they’d forgive you- sure, you might have thought they’d execute you. But Jedi don’t kill, do they?” Atton flashed his teeth as he looked her up and down. “At least, not their prisoners. Maybe you were counting on it when you went back in chains. So you got off easy-”

“Easy?”

“You were exiled, brushed under the cargo ramp. Another dirty little Jedi secret. I’ll tell you- all those Jedi at Malachor?” He leaned in close, his hot breath fanning Kirnet’s face as he spoke the next words slowly and carefully. “They deserved it. Every last one of them.”

Kirnet hated the way she gasped, hated the way her body recoiled. “How can you say that?” Her eyes burned. “How can you say that to me?”

“Easily.” Atton smiled “Because Jedi lie. And they manipulate. And every act of charity or kindness they do, you can drag it out squirming into the light and see it for what it is. The galaxy doesn’t need Jedi arrogance or hypocrisy anymore.”

Arrogance. Hypocrisy. Kirnet knew them well. She went to war to kill them just as much as she went to fight the Mandalorians. And kill them she did. 

“Hate the Council all you want, Atton, but there were good Jedi on Malachor.”

Jedi with no one left to defend their memory but their murderer. She had heard all of their screams for a moment, felt their flesh burn from their bones. And then silence.

“The Jedi, the Sith… you don’t get it, do you? To the galaxy, they’re the same thing; just people with too much power, squabbling over religion, while the rest of us burn. At least the Sith are honest about what they’re killing for. The Jedi are pacifists… except in times of war. They’re teachers… except when it comes to telling their students the truth. And when they save you, it’s only so you can suffer more.”

“Stop.” In an instant, Kirnet’s weight shifted even as her body remained still. She could feel the gravity growing stronger, the very planet itself calling her down to its surface. She wondered if someone really would fall for hours if they happened to stumble over the edge. “You know, I’m honestly a little impressed you can even say this to my face. I mean, you were the cowardly shutta who wanted to run and hide here in the first place.” She straightened, every bit the General. “You got what you wanted, Atton. Why don’t you stay here and drink yourself to death while I go be of some use to the galaxy. One of us has to.”

A sound forced its way out of the back of Atton’s throat. He blinked, bewildered, and pulled back. “Whatever- just leave me alone. I don’t know why I’m wasting time with you anyway.”

“That makes two of us,” she sneered at his retreating back.

-

Kirnet’s boots were the first things to be removed when she stomped into the Hawk, then her belt. She let them clank to the floor, ignoring Visas’s silent judgement as the noise pierced the air. “We’re going to need more credits,” she grumbled when she entered the garage. Not even Remote’s enthusiastic beep in greeting could undo the knot between her brows. 

Bao-Dur looked up from where he squatted by an open panel in the floor, a spanner delicately held in his prosthetic hand. “Did you finally find an emitter for the lightsaber?” he asked, his lulling voice almost smacking her with how different it was to Atton’s.

She shook her head and grabbed her tool belt from the work bench. “Not yet.” The leather was starting to fray against Kirnet’s fingers as she tightened the belt around her hip. “We’ll need a new pilot.” Bao-Dur’s head snapped up.

“What happened to Atton?”

Kirnet shrugged, a practiced move. “Who cares?”

[lefemmerougewriter]

Kim’s Anxiety, Milo’s Mistake, and the Great Backpack Mishap

I recently finished re-watching Milo Murphy’s Law and I just began watching Kim Possible… and I realized a similarity: Kim and Milo both wear backpacks, even though Kim doesn’t wear a backpack all the time, only for certain missions. Hence, this fic! This is my second MML fic, as my first one was “Lucky and the Lady with the Magical Scepter”.

Romantic pairing: Amanda Lopez / Milo Murphy

Friendships: Melissa Chase & Milo Murphy & Zack Underwood, Wade Load & Kim Possible, Kim Possible & Ron Stoppable

Words: 2.8k

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36443596

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1179764789-kim%27s-anxiety-milo%27s-mistake-and-the-great

Characters: Milo Murphy, Zack Underwood, Melissa Chase, Kim Possible, Wade Load, Ron Stoppable, Amanda Lopez, Rufus

Summary: It is a snowy, wintery day, but for Milo, it's like every day, as he is a walking cyclone of calamity. This changes when he accidentally runs into a 14-year-old girl wearing a backpack. After they collect themselves, both grab backpacks, but are they the right ones? The events that happen in the day to follow, affect the lives of both kids in ways they couldn't have imagined, pulling them back together. This makes Milo's girlfriend, Amanda, jealous and protective of him against what she perceives as a threat. And Milo meets the girl, who is prepared for any challenge that comes her way, even if its nerve-wracking to return the backpack...

It was a typical day in the life of Milo Murphy. This time he was running from a huge icy boulder with spikes, with his friends running alongside. The snow started falling at a faster pace. Milo looked up at the sky while snowflakes were falling on his nose. “Zack, Melissa, we need to get back before we get buried in this snow.” Zack rolled his eyes. He smarmily remarked, “We don’t want to be stuck in a mall again...like that time the Murphys came for Christmas.” Milo couldn’t agree more. He didn’t want that to happen. As he glanced upward for a second, he didn’t see a person sliding toward him on the black ice: a 14-year-old girl with flowing reddish-orange hair, wearing ski goggles, a bluish helmet, and a red snowsuit. Melissa shrieked. “Milo, watch out!”

Milo heard Melissa’s words, but it was too late. When he looked forward, she was only inches away from him. They both banged heads with each other. In the process, her pack slid off her back, as did the one on Milo’s back. Melissa and Zack slid forward, past them, and ended up face down inside a trash can, which began rolling down the street. In a split second, Milo grabbed one of the backpacks and slung it over his back. The girl did the same. Neither apologized to one another, they just went their own, separate paths. She jumped on a hoverboard and sped away, into the distance. Milo started looking for his friends. He reached inside the pack.

Something wasn’t right. “Uh oh,” he remarked. He pulled out a hairdryer grappling hook. He stared at it for a second, unsure of what to do. Shrugging, he decided to use it anyway. He then fired it at the can. He was able to pull the can to a stop. Milo ran toward his friends, who stepped out of the can, dizzy from their time rolling from one side to the other. He was a bit exhausted. Melissa looked at him, confused. Usually, he appeared so sure of himself, but he didn’t this time. Not at all. “Milo, are you ok?” He shook his head. Everything was not fine. He groaned. “When I ran into...that girl, I think I switched backpacks with her.” While this horrified Zack, Melissa howled in laughter. This couldn’t be funnier to her, at least. She was developing a new sense of humor.

Zack looked at her with an annoyed look on his face. Milo chuckled. “Don’t fret about it, Zack. We’ll figure this out!” This made Zack feel a little better, although he stayed a little horrified. He pulled two skates out of the pack, which happened to be there. He felt relieved. They made it back to his house without any major incidents. They quickly scrambled inside, narrowly avoiding an I-beam which dropped from the ceiling. Milo slung the pack off his back and dumped the contents onto the floor.

All sorts of feminine products fell out, like ruby red lipstick, a green tank crop top, white shoes, blue capris, hair ties, and two yellow-orange pom-poms. There was also equipment for missions, like a rope, grappling hook, and extra cold-weather gear. One final item came out of the pack: a wallet. Zack shrugged. Why would that matter? As he paused for a second, Melissa snatched the wallet from the floor. She opened it and a glossy student ID fell out. Emblazoned on the front were the words “KIM A. POSSIBLE.” It also had a small photo of her in the corner and noted that she was a sophomore who attended Middleton High School. She turned over the card and it listed the phone number and address of the school.

Meanwhile, Kim made her way back to her medium-sized split-level house. It was surrounded by rolling hills which were covered with lemon trees. Unlike Danville, the weather in Middleton was nice and sunny. As she came inside, she sat down on the couch. She was glad that her parents were at work, so she didn't have to deal with them. She was ready to relax after a mission against Dr. Drakken. He had wanted to aim a space laser at the moon to cause global flooding and mess up the tides. His plans were diabolical and bonkers in many ways. As she reached into the bag, she felt a firm object: an anchor. She then touched a couple bungee cords, rope, a small anvil, snowshoes, and a rock. She gulped. She unlatched the bag and poured it all out. This was NOT her bag. This problem had to be fixed as soon as possible. She needed her bag back.

As luck would have it, she still had her hand-held computing and communications device, otherwise known as the Kimmunicator, in her pocket. Taping a few buttons, her friend came onto the screen. “Wade, I have a BIG problem. I don’t have my bag.” He put up his hands in confusion. Why should he care about this? Why was this a problem? He looked at her blankly. “That bag had my wallet, my school ID in it, my expensive lipstick, all sorts of personal stuff...and mission stuff!” Wade laughed. How did she not realize this until now? At times she could be a bit clueless. Not often, but from time to time. “It took you this long to recognize it wasn’t your bag? How come you didn’t realize it when you and Ron were fighting Dr. Drakken?” She wasn’t sure what to say. How could she make a mistake like this? This wasn’t like her. She thought back. “It had everything I needed then...it was prepared for the situation. So, nothing seemed off...maybe Ron knew.” Wade didn’t know what to tell her. At the same time, he did not want to get between her and Ron. He decided to sidestep the whole thing while not acknowledging that he realized it wasn't her bag but hadn't told her about it. He wanted to see how long it would take her to realize she had another person's backpack. “Kim, whose bag is this...then?” he asked

Kim wanted to know the answer to that question too. This backpack had to be someone else's, right? Maybe that person really needed it. Kim had no idea what to tell Wade. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a tag inside the bag. “Milo Murphy?” she said hesitantly, unsure if she was right. Wade nodded. Tapping away on his keys, he quickly came across a heap of results. “Ah ha!” he said with certainty. Kim eagerly awaited what he had to say. She wanted to return this bag and get her bag back. “Well, according to news articles, this Milo Murphy fellow is quite the town menace in Danville, you could say. He has this condition called Murphy’s Law.” Kim rolled her eyes. She knew exactly what that was from science class. She had even done a whole 15-page paper on it. “Yeah, I know, it’s the idea that anything that can go wrong will go wrong...I thought that was total poppycock?”

Wade shook his head. He didn’t mind explaining it. He could help her out. “Experts might say that, but this guy really has it.” He then shared a video with her from a MeTube channel entitled MURPHYLAWISREAL. It started with the words “Hi, I’m Milo Murphy and I’m going to demonstrate how Murphy’s Law works.” He moved one step to the side and kicked his foot. It caused one sand grain to annoy a squirrel, which jumped off a tree, and bit a rabbit. The mammal jumped on a seesaw, causing a rabbit to fly through the air and into a store window, shattering it into a thousand pieces.

Kim was intrigued but also terrified. After watching the video, she recognized him. She exclaimed, “that’s him, that’s the guy who I switched backpacks with!” Wade was a little distressed. He feared for Kim’s safety. What if this Milo character caused her to get hurt? “Kim, just be careful...we don’t know what he’s capable of.” Kim scoffed. What should she be afraid of? She had gone underwater, climbed mountains, gone in volcanoes, and in more dangerous situations than this. He was one kid. How much damage could she cause? “Wade, you worry too much. What could possibly go wrong?” He moved his head from side to side. He hoped she wasn't being serious.

She turned off the Kimmunicator. She pulled her flip top phone out of her pocket. Ron answered. “Hey, what’s up?” She told him what they needed to do. “We need to go on another mission...I gotta return a backpack...and I’d like you to come with me for...uh...protection.” That was a new one for Ron. Kim wanted him to protect her? He didn’t expect this from her. It must be serious. “Sure, I’ll be right over,” he replied. Kim repacked each item neatly into the backpack. Everything miraculously fit. She wasn't sure how that was possible.

Back in Danville, Milo paced around the room. Parts of the house started to shake. Zack and Melissa tried to calm him down. “Milo, it’s ok...it’s only a backpack. You can get another one,” Zack said. Milo stared at him angrily. His friend didn’t understand how much it meant to him. How could even say that? Even if it had nothing in it, the pack was like an extension of him, a part of him. Who was he without the backpack? “Zack, I know you mean well but...that backpack is important to me...it is part of who I am...I need to get it back.” Melissa tried to be more encouraging. She knew that everything would be ok. He was more than a pack. “Milo, let’s give it a day. If that girl comes to find us, then we can give it back to her. If not, we’ll go looking for this...Kim Possible.” That seemed acceptable to him. At that moment, he heard the doorbell ringing. Could it be her? He ran to the door so quickly that it almost caused the rug to catch fire. Luckily, he used a nearby fire extinguisher to put out the flames. When he opened the door, he was a bit disappointed.

“Hey Milo,” the voice said. He looked sullen. The dark-brown-eyed girl was uneasy. He wasn’t usually like this. “Is everything ok, Milo?” she asked, as she nervously twirled her deep burgundy hair. He grumbled. He thought she could help. “It’s just my backpack...I sort of lost it.” As his girlfriend, she knew how important that pack was to him. He wasn’t anywhere without it. It almost anchored him to the world itself. “Oh. Can I come in?” Milo smiled. She cheered him up no matter what. It was miraculous they were together in the first place. She cared so much about order and, he caused chaos, at least to a degree. “Sure, Amanda, you are always welcome here,” he said.

She came into the living room and saw the items from Kim’s pack. It set her back. She stared at Milo intently. Was he trying to tell her something? “Milo, why is there lipstick, pom-poms and all this girly stuff on the floor?” He didn’t mind being honest with her. What did he have to hide? She should know about all of it. He declared, “this is from the pack of a girl named Kim Possible...I kinda accidentally bumped into her earlier today.” Amanda gritted her teeth. She wouldn’t let another girl take Milo. He was all hers! “I’m gonna get that girl...I won’t let her take you away from me!” He cackled. He liked that she was so dedicated to him and cared about him so much. Certain people would be put off by Amanda, even claiming she was possessive, but not him. “Amanda, don’t fret...we are going to wait for her to come here...I’m not going on a special trip to wherever she lives.”

That made Amanda feel better. They heard fast-moving helicopter rotors nearby. A girl in her typical “mission outfit,” slid down a rope. Following this, the sound faded away. This girl ended up landing perfectly on the doormat. Seconds later, the girl was knocking on the door. As Milo rushed to get it, Amanda held him back. He agreed to let her answer it, this time. She guessed who it would be: Kim Possible, the girl who took Milo’s bag. She made a b-line for the door and opened it. She expected a tenacious woman. Instead, she found an extremely uneasy girl in front of her. She usually exuded assertiveness and determination. Other times she didn’t, like the time she had a crush on Josh Mankey. She bowed her head and handed the backpack over. “Here, take it...it's your backpack anyway.” She didn’t even look up to see that Amanda was standing there instead of Milo. She snatched the pack out of Kim's hands. She then declared, “I’ll give this to Milo...don’t forget, he is MINE.” She moved her head up to see Amanda’s deep brown eyes staring at her. She started to walk away. Perhaps this had all been a mistake. She picked up a nasally voice. “Wait, Ms. Possible...don’t go!”

Kim turned around to see Milo in front of her, with his hand interlinked with Amanda’s. He whispered in her ear that Kim was no threat and to let her misgivings float away. This satisfied her, as she was close to him. And that was good enough for her. “Can I come in?” Kim asked. Milo grinned. He wanted to get to know this girl...more. “Sure...you certainly can.” As she came in, she soon entered the living room. She saw the backpack sitting on the ground. She yelped a cry of joy. Finally, she would be reunited with it again. “Thank you, Milo...I don’t know why I was so clumsy today...this type of thing never happens.” Zack piped up. He had to make clear that what she went through wasn’t a fluke. “Well, it’s Murphy’s Law for you.” Kim laughed. She already knew about all of this. “Yeah, I know about that...from my communications, computer whiz...friend, Wade.” She whipped out her communicator. She pushed a button. The screen turned on in an instant. “Hey, Wade, here’s that Milo Murphy you told me about.” She turned the communicator so that it faced Milo. Wade shuttered. He was afraid of the potential of Murphy’s Law. “Uh, nice to meet you,” he said. Milo replied, “likewise, Wade.” He pointed to those around him. “These are my friends Zack and Melissa...and my girlfriend Amanda.” Wade waved at all of them.

An exasperated boy was knocking at the door. He was clearly out of breath. Milo opened the door this time. “Hi, I’m Ron Stoppable...I’m with her,” he said, pointing to Kim. As she picked up the backpack, she came close to Milo, making Amanda uneasy. She said softly, “can I get your number...you might be able to help me if I’m in a pinch...as you seem pretty capable yourself.” Milo was more than happy to make another friend. They traded phones, inputting each other's numbers in their respective phones. “Thanks, Milo!” Kim exclaimed. Ron introduced himself to everyone there, as did Rufus. At first, everyone thought it was weird that Ron had a naked mole rat as Ron’s pet friend. Then they remembered that their friends across town had a pet platypus. So, not that weird.

Following their short conversation, Kim waved to everyone before leaving. She and Ron then hopped onto a motorcycle together, first Kim, then Ron behind her. They sped away into the night. This had been one eventful day. Milo was relieved. He had his bag back and had met a new friend...or a set of friends. She seemed like a nice enough person. They all guessed that Ron and Kim had feelings for one another, although they didn't say it aloud. It was obvious enough to anyone seeing them.

Seeing that Kim had left, Amanda snarled. “That girl, when she gets going, she is so confident...and is attractive! I wish I could be like her.” Milo put his hand on Amanda’s shoulder. He didn’t want her to be jealous of anyone else. He didn't care if she was as bold as this Kim Possible girl or not. That didn't matter. “You are fine the way you are, Amanda...she has her shtick...with Ron and that mole rat...and that’s okay.” He surprised his friends when he gave her a kiss on the cheek. She hadn’t even expected that. She hugged him. Waving into space, he shouted “that’s all folks!”

The chimney of the house collapsed out of nowhere. He started singing the words ♪ It's my world and we're all livin' in it ♪ at the top of his lungs, with his friends joining in. Kim, Ron, and Wade had met Milo Murphy. It was only a matter of time before their paths would cross again, in a way that none of them expected.

*****

End note: Even though there are over 20 fics in which Phineas and Ferb-Kim Possible cross over, only eight of those have Milo Murphy’s Law characters. Of those eight only ONE is a simple crossover between PAF, KP, and MML. So, this fic appears to be the first fic which only crosses over characters from KP and MML and no other fandoms. If this does well, I might consider making it a series. Used the pages on the “Possible house,” “Kim Possible,” “Kimmunicator,” “Kim's clothes,” “Team Possible,” and “Kim and Ron's relationship” pages on the Kim Possible Wiki, and the “Amanda Lopez” page on the Milo Murphy’s Law Wiki. I suppose this is set sometime in season 1 of Kim Possible, as that’s what I’m watching right now, and after the final episode of Milo Murphy’s Law.

[johannstutt413]

(requested by mathmaticalknight; prequel to this post)

It was late at night when Angelina had her epiphany; Croissant remembered it as if it was yesterday, because it had, in fact, been the night before when it happened. They’d just gotten back from a late-night delivery, handling a package for one of Penguin’s more gregarious customers, and as they usually did when a job went long or started after dark, they’d walked up to Croissant’s dorm to watch late-night reruns of old vigilante shows - you know, good guy fighting the villain of the week sort of stuff, nothing fancy. OrigiKnight had managed to capture the heroine’s best friend, and it was up to the high-flying AeroGirl to make sure that dastardly devil’s malicious machinations rotted on the vine rather than coming to fruition.

In other words, the fight was coming on, and the Vulpo’s eyes lit up as soon as AeroGirl appeared on-screen. “Ahh, she’s so cute! I love her outfit so much, you know?”

“Yeh, I do, too.” The Forte had her hand in their shared bowl of popcorn (a job perk courtesy of being Dur-Nar’s inside man) and likewise was focused on the arrival of the protagonist. “Ya ever stop ta wond’r why all ta gals in these thin’s dress like they gonna go clubbin’ after clubbin’ the baddie?”

“I mean, not really. After combat missions, I basically do the same thing - take a shower, change into something comfortable, and crash on the couch. Man, she is just letting him have it, huh?”

Croissant chuckled. “She fights like you, don’t she?”

“You think so?” She cocked her head. “I mean, she floats and uses offensive Oripathy, I guess. Oh, man, her friend’s cute, too!”

“Ya said that ‘bout ev’ry girl we’ve seen tonight, Angie.”

Angelina giggled. “I have n- wait, you’re right.”

“Her friend kinda ‘minds me of me, actu’ly.” The Forte smirked. “Rack’s better than mine, tho’.”

“...I think I’m a lesbian.”

She nodded. “Ye, I fig’red as much.”

“You did? Huh.” The Vulpo thought for a moment before turning to face her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“‘Cuz it’s not mah place ta. Took me joinin’ Penguin to fig’r it out m’self.”

 “...Huh. I uh...I think I’m gonna call it a night. Got some things I need to think about.”

Croissant shrugged. “Ya gotta do whatcha gotta do. Have a g’night, Angie.”

“Yeah, yeah…’Night, Croissant.” Once she’d left the dorm and closed the door, Angelina sped away to her room. ‘How do I ask her, though? Like, I can’t just...can I? Urgh, why’s this hard...’

-- -- -- -- --

“Mornin’, Angie!” The Forte smiled as the Vulpo met her at the PL office.

She blushed. “Morning, Croissant. Um, do we have a job today?”

“Nah, Boss says ta take a break t’day. Why, got some’in ya wanna do?” Croissant leaned forward. “Hey, are ya feelin’ alright?”

“Yeah, just kinda nervous.”

She chuckled. “Nerv’s ‘bout what?”

“Well…” Angelina brushed her bangs aside. “When you realized you liked girls, was it one girl in particular?”

“Nah, na’ really. Just kinda watched the girls be ‘mselves, had a couple chats, ‘membered wan’in to ask out this one gal when I was a kid, and it all just sorta clicked.”

The Vulpo nodded. “Gotcha. Do you want to get some coffee?”

“If ya mean one of them frappe things they got in Victoria, sure!” Croissant started walking that direction. “You payin’, or can I treat ya?”

“I’ll pay - you can next time, if you want.”

The Forte shrugged. “A’ight, if you wanna...Hey, Angie?”

“Yeah?” She was walking with her feet a few centimeters off the floor. “Something up?”

“Just so ya know, I dun...I dunno how this song and dance goes.”

Angie twirled around so she was floating on her back, facing Croissant. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...” She blushed. “I didn’ misread the signs, did I? This is one of them coffee dates, right?”

“Heh...Yeah.”

Croissant chuckled. “Ya know I woulda said yes, right?”

“Not really?” The Vulpo spun back around and offered her a hand. “Here, I wanna show you something.”

“Sure, but what d’ya mean- whoa!” The Forte was now also floating off the ground, which she had to admit was...magical, if she had to pick one word. A lil’ scary, if she had more.

Angelina squeezed her hand. “Didn’t mean to scare you! You were saying?”

“Ya know I woulda said yes, right?” Croissant, trusting her date to guide them along, focused her gaze on her instead. “Why hover ‘round the quest’n?”

“I...I didn’t want to assume I was your type? Or something like that? I dunno, you’re the first person I’ve wanted to...you know...”

She wasn’t quite sure. “Wanted to date?”

“A bit more than that.” Her face now nicely matched her headband. “I uh...I left early last night because I, um...”

“Aw, shucks, I get the picture. Ya don’t gotta hem and haw over it.”

She sighed. “You do?”

“Yeah, don’t sweat it.” The Forte watched the coffee shop go by. “Hey, Angie, I think that was our stop.”

“Do you, um...Do you mind a change of plans?”

Croissant recognized the hallway. “We headin’ to my place?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind?” Angie blushed. “I was thinking about it, and I wanna watch a movie with you...I’m more of a cuddler than a restaurant lover.”

“How d’ya fig’r?”

The Vulpo patted her phone pocket. “Personality quizzes. LOTS of them. I’m a top, too, apparently.”

“A top?” Croissant blinked. “Top of what?”

“...We’ll, uh, get to that later.”

[kunoichi-ume]

Fictober Day 31

Prompt List

Fandom: Swtor

Characters/ship: Noara Starspark and Torian Cadera (because really, like I wasn't going to round off the month with my favorites).

Prompt: “I’ve waited so long for this.”

Note: This is a piece of my Outlander!Torian Au where (obviously) Torian is the eventual Outlander but their journey together starts when they meet on Taris while she is dealing with all the Republic WMDs and he is hunting his father. Someday I will finish writing that part, but until then little bits and pieces will come out whenever the fancy strikes me.

Noara dropped her bag as soon as she was over the threshold of her Nar Shaadda apartment. She’d never imagined she would go out of her way to get a home of her own outside of the temple but when things with Torian had started getting more and more serious it had become necessary. It was much more convenient than renting hotel rooms.

Torian was sitting on the couch, half watching an old holofilm while he waited for her. He looked over his shoulder at her entrance and smiled. “Welcome home cyar’ika.”

Returning his smile, Noara crossed the room to collapse on the couch next to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, climbing partly into his lap, and hugged him tightly.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” she sighed, “I missed you.”

Pulling her closer and leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head Torian nodded, “yeah, me too.”

Shifting to a more comfortable position, Noara laid her head on his chest and relaxed against him. The last few months away from him had been brutal, the war was in full swing and the Jedi council had kept her on the front lines with little time on her own. Technically right now she should be on her way to her next assignment, but she was burnt out.

She had known this was coming for a while now. Her disillusionment with the Republic had started when she learned about the weapons they had created, and then recklessly lost them. An entire planet burned, her master died and Master Kiwiiks would never be the same again because of their actions. It was like it had never occurred to them how terrible an idea creating weapons of world destroying scale was and expected the Jedi to clean up their mess when they didn’t properly secure the damn things.

It wasn’t just the Republic she was losing faith in either, but the Order as a whole. It had been several months since she had managed to break free of the Emperor’s control and the more time she had to think about what had happened the more it didn’t sit right with her. She had been put into a terrible position based on the ego of one master and a plan that anyone with any passible critical thinking skills should have been able to tell how fruitless it was.

Noara lost her freedom for over a year because of it. An entire year of her life gone. A year when Torian was missing her, worried about her. Worried she was dead and because of the secret nature of their relationship would never have been informed.

The very real possibility of that shook Noara to her core. None of her crew, not even Kira, knew about her relationship with the Mandalorian. When she died in the line of duty, something that was looking more and more likely with each battle she was thrown into, they wouldn’t know to tell him. She would just… disappear from his life.

These weren’t new worries but ones that had been on her mind for some time now. It was just getting harder and harder to push them away.

Leaning back far enough to see his face, Noara studied his features. He was so handsome, with his strong jaw and deep blue eyes. Even the scars on his face appealed to her and she loved tracing them with her fingers. And her lips. She would be more than happy to spend the rest of her life seeing his face every day.

It wasn’t as distant a dream as it felt, she could have it, all she had to do was walk away from everything she had ever known.

It was a tough choice, but if he was the reward she had a feeling it was one she could make.

“What’s on your mind cyar’ika?”

Instead of answering, Noara reached up to trace the hair on his chin. It was just long enough to be soft and fuzzy instead of prickly and she smiled when he moved his head to kiss her fingers. Moving her hand to the back of his head, she pulled him down for a kiss. “Cyare,” she said, lips brushing against his, “ni kar’am gar darasuum.”

Torian coughed, pulling away and turning his head to clear his throat but he couldn’t mask the choked laughter.

Sitting up and moving off his lap while he laughed, Noara frowned. “Did I say it wrong?”

Torian nodded, getting control of his laughter, and turned to look at her. “You were really close.”

She sighed heavily. “I’m never going to learn Mando’a at this rate.” Torian had started teaching her his language after her time as an unwilling Sith. He’d never said so, but she had a feeling it was because while she was gone he’d realized he loved her. It was one of the first things he had said to her when she returned. Like he was desperate to get it out, in case he missed the chance again.

Unfortunately, since she only saw him every few months since then their lessons had been few and far between.

“You will,” Torian said, leaning forward to brush her bangs away from her face, “it just takes time and practice.”

“Time that we don’t get,” she said, chewing her lower lip while she worked up the nerve to voice her thoughts. Straightening her back Noara looked at him seriously, “it’s time that I want Torian.”

“What are you saying Noara?”

“Do you love me?”

Torian smiled, “I do.”

“Will you say it? Please?”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and then a second to her mouth. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum Noara.”

She smiled and laughed happily. “I love you too. Torian I…” Noara paused and took a deep breath, “I don’t think I am going to go back this time.”

Torian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really?” He asked, “are you sure about this?”

She nodded, “I’ve decided to leave the Jedi and stay with you.” She suddenly looked unsure, “that is okay, right?”

“Okay? Of course, it is I just…” His voice trailed off as he searched for the Basic words to relate how her revelation made him feel. Finally, he settled for, “I wasn’t expecting this, but if you are sure about this there is nothing I could want more.”

Noara frowned, “I know it seems sudden but, I can’t so this anymore. I need to get out before it kills me, and it will kill me Torian. For the first time in my life I am doing what I need to for myself rather than what is expected of me.” She reached up and cupped his face in her hands, rubbing her thumbs across the scars on his cheeks, “I want to be with you.”

“I want that too.” Torian said as he was struck by an idea and, as there was no time like the present, asked “will you marry me?”

Dropping her hands, Noara pulled back in surprise. “What?”

He grinned, “marry me? C’mon you just said you wanted to be with me and there is no I would rather spend my life with than you.”

“Are you just trying to one up my grand gesture here?” Noara asked with a teasing smile, “or is this something you have been thinking about?”

“Since the day I realized how much I loved you.”

“Good answer Cadera,” she said. “Yes, I will marry you.”

Torian pulled her back into his lap, “that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard. We don’t have to right away, we can wait until you are ready.”

“We should do it right after I resign,” Noara said, settling herself across his lap. “What better way to celebrate me quitting the Jedi.”

“It won’t be too much change all at once for you?” Torian asked, his concern evident. The last thing he wanted was for all of this to overwhelm her. He couldn’t say he completely understood what she was prepared to do but imagined it was something akin to himself deciding to turn his back on his Mando heritage. It was unthinkable, being Mandalorian was so much a part of his identity and he knew she felt the same about her Jedi roots.

Giving that up to be with him couldn’t be easy.

“I think it will be perfect. Besides go big or go home right, isn’t that what Dubaku always says?”

Torian laughed, “it is and quitting the order and marrying a Mandalorian would defiantly qualify as going big, but I am not sure you should be taking life advice from him. I love him like a brother, but even you have to admit Dubaku is a bit of a mess.”

“So am I,” Noara shrugged. “And he does okay with Mako around. What do you say, are you up to the challenge of being the Mako to my mess?”

“No challenge.”

Noara’s Mando’a blunder “ni kar’am gar darasuum” means: I breath you forever so close, but not quite what she was going for.

[narusakufactory]

Chapter 1  | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 (Part 1) | more to come

Note: Sorry again for the delay. Here is the first half of chapter 6. I’d say There will probably be 8 chapters in total. Stay tuned!

Banging woke her from her sleep. She sat up straight, searching the room for the source. The room was bright for this early in the morning. She glanced at the clock… but it was blank. Sakura scrambled from the bed and grabbed the clock. Someone had deliberately unplugged it. Work started hours ago. More banging came from the kitchen. Someone hissed in pain.

"Got dangit." Naruto turned, jerking in surprise when Sakura was right behind him. She grabbed him by his collar, bringing him close.

"Why did you unplug my alarm clock?!"

"Ah uh, good morning Sakura-chan!" Naruto grinned, putting his hands on her shoulders and easing her back. "Don't worry, I already called in for you. You have another day off!" Silence. The air grew still and a cold wave washed over him. Ah, she was upset. Sakura grabbed his shirt, shaking him.

"You can't call my job and take off work for me!"

"Shh shh sh!" Naruto raised a finger to his mouth, peering over toward the living room. Luckily, all the noise did not disturb Shina from his sleep. Sakura released him and leaned over the counter.

"I heard you've been wearing yourself thin anyway. What's wrong with another day off?" Naruto placed a pan on the hot stove.

"You do NOT have the right to-"

"And, I wanted to figure out Shina's situation today. We can't keep going on like this, right?" Naruto interrupted her, but kept his attention on the pan and began preparing eggs. "He wanted us to have a picnic today. Together. Because 'we always used to'."

"… Naruto, are you leading him on?"

"No." Finally, he looked at her, she seemed distraught. "… It's a great chance to figure out what he's thinking, right? He seems to think we're his parents. Maybe… we can get him to tell us what he knows."

"You want to trick him?"

"No."

"That's what it sounds like to me."

"Sakura-chan… haven't you noticed?" Sakura gave him a blank stare. He continued, "How much he looks like us?" When Sakura rolled her eyes, he chuckled. "What, you don't think so?"

"Nar-"

"Sakura, when we get to the park, there's more I want to talk about too. Don't you think it's about time we stop avoiding it?"

"There's not much to talk about." Sakura crossed her arms and watched Naruto attempt to flip the eggs into a proper omelette. She wondered when he learned to cook for himself.

"Yes, there is. Aren't you supposed to talk through stuff like this?"

"You can solve your problems if you just grow up."

"It's the opposite." Naruto's expression hardened. "Is it that hard for you to tell me the truth for once?" Sakura balled her fist and rage filled her mind. She wanted to yell at him and insist that the drop the topic once and for all. He wouldn't. He wouldn't because he was right.

"Papa?" In the living room, Shina pushed himself onto his knees. Naruto wasn't there, but his blankets and pillow were.

"Good morning, Shina!" Naruto brushed past Sakura and approached Shina's bedding. The boy's eyes lit up.

"Are we gonna go to the park now?"

Sakura sighed, and not for the first time that day. The morning started off poorly, but as time went on it improved. When Shina woke, he begged to go to the park. She never saw him so eager since his mysterious appearance. She didn't resist his request despite rejecting Naruto moments before. Together, they walked hand in hand with Shina swinging between them. It felt… natural.

"Let's go there!" The boy shouted enthusiastically. Shina released their hands and rushed over to a small gathering of trees and playground equipment. He sat on a swing, completely in his element.

"Seems like he's been here before."

Sakura turned when Naruto spoke. They sat on a bench together, watching over the small boy as he swung and played on the equipment. When other children arrived, Shina joined in on the usual playground fun. He certainly wasn't shy.

"… Is it ok if we talk now?" Naruto continued. Their… 'friendship' had been rocky for months leading up to this. It was Shina who allowed Naruto to speak to Sakura on a normal basis again. But even Shina put a strain on whatever Naruto and Sakura had between them. "Please?"

Sakura sighed. Again. She wondered if it was becoming annoying.

"About what, Naruto?"

"Where Shina is from. I have a pretty good idea. Probably'ttebayo." He cleared his throat, thinking of the best way to explain. This was a subject they never told anyone else. A secret between the two of them, a secret they buried years ago. Naruto rubbed his hands. They agreed to never broach the subject again, but what other possibility could there be?

"Spit it out, Naruto." She insisted.

"Alright alright." Naruto rubbed his head and leaned back into the bench. He glanced around, ensuring they were alone. "… Shina is from here. But a different 'here'."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sakura eyed him him skeptically.

"You know… like… that place we went to that was an 'illusion'?" Sakura's eyes widened, then narrowed in disbelief.

"I thought you had a serious suggestion."

"It is serious." Naruto stretched out, crossing his legs and extending his arm over the bench behind her. He watched as Shina played with the other children completely in his element. A stark contrast to his own childhood. "Shina…. He could be from somewhere else. Almost the same place… with all these strange little changes that don't make sense. Like that place."

Despite her attempts to brush it off… Naruto made some sense. Even after all these years, she and Naruto didn't quite understand what that world was. Was it a genjutsu?

"Wherever Shina is from… it's a different Konoha. You and I are there. But older… maybe?" Naruto tapped his foot, daring to continue as he watched her tense. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable… but how else could he explain? "We're older. Which means Konoha is not that different after all, it's changed with time. Shina knows us because… I'm his dad. And…" He trailed off, deciding to let her put the rest of the pieces together. Or at least, he hoped she was. When she turned to him, eyes ablaze, he cringed. Did he upset her after all?

"And what?" The tinge of anger was not present in her glimmering green eyes.

"You get the idea, right?" Naruto tried, tracing his eyes over the playground as not to meet her eyes.

"Naruto, say it." She insisted.

"That somewhere else… Shina is my son. And… you are his mother. And we live together in a house like the one I took him to. It sounds stupid I know and it's not exactly like what happened to us, but it's possible right?" Naruto breathed out and closed his eyes, tense and waiting. He expected her to finally get upset. Or even to deny it or call him stupid. Anything.

When Naruto opened his eyes, Sakura looked thoughtful and pensive. She had the focused look she wore when doing her work or figuring out a plan… or determining if his reasons were bullcrap.

"Naruto."

Someone called from behind. Naruto glanced over his shoulder to find an annoyed Shikamaru. He remembered the conversation he dipped out and avoided for the past few days.

"Ah! Shikamaru! Where have you been?" Naruto stood up. "It's like you've been avoiding me the past few days." Shikamaru glared and Sakura rolled her eyes. His attempt at passing the blame was quite obvious.

"I'm not here to talk about that. Hokage-sama wishes to see you."

"Kakashi? What for?" Sakura asked, curiosity piqued. "Did Naruto do something stupid?"

"No idea, he didn't say. But that's probably it."

"Hey, I haven't done anything stupid in forever'ttebayo." Naruto complained. "Does it… have to be right now?"

They glanced toward the playground, observing the children continue to play, including Shina.

"Is that the kid everyone's gossiping about?" Shikamaru asked. "Ino hasn't shut up about it." Sakura froze.

"Ino? What has she said?"

Shikamaru shrugged, "I didn't pay attention. She's been looking for you though. Kinda weird how the both of you seem to be avoiding everyone."

"We haven't been avoiding anyone." Naruto insisted. While it was true that he avoided people, Sakura wasn't… right?

"Anyway, I came to let you know since you're ignoring the birds too." Shikamaru raised a hand as he turned around. "We'll talk later." A breeze flew past as Naruto stood there and contemplated the request. It wasn't an order that he had to see Kakashi right now, right?

"Naruto, go see Kakashi. We can talk later too." Sakura refocused her attention on the playground. Shina stopped playing with the other children to observe the roots of a tree nearby.

"I'm sure it can wait'ttebayo." Naruto insisted, wishing to sit back down but Sakura blocked the open space with her hand. If they didn't talk now, who knows when she'd be willing to sit down and listen.

"Get it out of the way… then we'll figure things out later." He started to protest, but Sakura turned to him. Her expression was… open. Relaxed. Calm. There was even a small smile on her lips. She meant it, he realized. Naruto hid his surprise with a smile and started walking backwards, holding her gaze.

"Later then."

pt. 2 coming soon