Time enough for Vacation

A James and Cindy story.

Disney owns Kim Possible. I do not. Likely that's fortunate.

It had started out so well. James and Cindy had gotten a message from Wade about a hit on their website.

Some fellow calling himself "Dr. Temporal," had stolen a highly classified chip from JPL.

"JPL." Cindy said, pulling on her combat suit (fortunately sans safety panels, the 15 year old thought). "That means…."

"Cindy, Mom'll have a cow." James said, looking away. Although, to be honest they'd both gotten pretty used to this. Though he wasn't' certain if Cindy's father had yet clued into the fact that her suit, like her mom's old suit, left no room for underwear.

"I don't care if she has a litter, if they're government, they can afford it." The dark haired girl said. "And it's for charity…" She glared at James. "Which was your idea, I might add. I really could use some new bioreactors."

"Even after what Ms. Rockwaller threatened if we ever had another earth day incident?"

"She recovered." Cindy said, "And I've got another idea…"

"What?" James asked. Cindy was the biological and computer side of the team, he tended more towards the hard sciences like Grandpa James and his Uncles.

"History day is coming up…"

"And?"

"And how about if instead of talking about a figure from the past, we clone one?"

"Who?" James sighed, remembering that unlike him, Cindy also came from a long line of mad scientists. "Washington?"

"Pah!" Cindy said, "Small potatoes." She grinned and looked at her friend, granted her now really buff-No. Just Friend. "I'm thinking of…" Her voice dropped, "The Bones of St. Peter…Security there is easy, I could be in and out…"

James stopped mid button with his combat suit. It wasn't' powered, mainly because he could get along without that, and at times the servos could interfere with his martial arts skills.

"St. Peter." He said, "You want to clone St. Peter, the founder of the Catholic Church."

"Yeah!"

"Cindy?"

"Yes?"

"This scares me, but I'm going to be the voice of reason here. I think Ms. Rockwaller would give us detention until the sun went out if we started a Crusade on school grounds."

"You're no fun."

"But I do have a survival instinct." James said. "Ready?"

"Ready!" Cindy paused, "But don't let them off, James! They let stuff get stolen, they're government, they donate to…" She got the word out, "Charity."

With that, the door opened in the Air Force transport that was letting Cindy and James hitch a ride (due to their aid with an unfortunate incident involving a little lost killbot), and the two dove out over the LA skies. Para gliders unfolded from their backs as they dropped through the night sky.

"There it is." James said, "Reading me?"

"Yeah." Cindy said, "Big house?"

"That's where the sensors are saying the chips are…man, he's not even trying, there is a LOT of power down there."

The two dropped into the front yard, and stealthily made their way past the rentaguards, through the house, and into a large lair in the back.

"Over done." Cindy said, "Who uses oak in a lair?"

"Eh, it's Hollywood..." James said, "and there he is!"

The mad scientist in question was ranting away. "Soon they will all know me and fear! For, I Dr. Temporal-"

"That's a really dumb name." Cindy said, as he whipped around.

"What-WHO-"

"When, where and why." James continued, "Congratulations, you pass journalism."

"Silence!" He shouted, "Where is Kim Possible!?"

"Mom?" James shrugged, "She's writing a funding request for the US government. She works for the International Red Cross." He paused, "Or at least I think she was…. Usually she only growls like that when she's having to write governmentese..."

"Oh, my sympathies. You do not believe how hard it can be to come up with the right language-wait, we're supposed to be fighting! Well, you'll have to do." The wild haired madman said as he threw a switch.

"This device shall change time, forcing all to bow to me, or I'll never return their Daylight Savings Time!" He cackled, as the device started to power up. Cindy and James stopped, looked at each other and looked back at him.

"You do realize that Daylight Savings time has nothing to do with real time, right?" Cindy said, and then turned around as the first rush of henchmen charged in.

"Stop them!" Dr. Temporal shouted, and then started to duck as large numbers of henchmen started flying around. If it hadn't been so painful it would have been impressive. Cindy preferred to dive right in, using her fire and direct martial arts skills to send them flying. James' depended more on his quarter staff and using mixed martial arts movements to throw and redirect his enemies rather than simply thumping on them. The end result was the same.

"You'll never stop me, my Time-oops." Dr. Temporal said as the machine started to arc and shake.

"Leave the lair?" Cindy asked. Sparking was never a good sign.

"Yeah…" James said as the ambulatory goons ran, "problem with that Cindy… what has he done that your dad never did."

"Crap. Put his lair in the middle of a heavily populated neighborhood?"

"Yap." The two teens headed right for the central control.

"I cannot shut it down!" The doctor screamed.

"Maybe because you didn't have an off switch?" Cindy snarled, "How much power is this thing eating James."

"Oh this is bad." James said, "He needed a lot of energy to run this…and that's what the chips were for."

"What?"

"It's an antimatter capacitor…there's about four grams of antimatter in a containment field."

"Well, it might cause a small explosion." The doctor said.

"Small? SMALL!" Cindy grabbed him. "it'll take out most of this neighborhood, you idiot!"

"Okay, good news, I know how to stop it." James said, "Bad news…we have to activate the device to do it…. " He said, "We'll focus the field here, and it should be good."

"Okay, " Cindy growled and grabbed the doctor, "Buh-bye! And don't leave, after this is over I'm going to deal with you." She finished throwing him across the room. "What will it do?"

"Move us a few hours in time, I think." James said, "but we need to go now!" He hit the switch and a flash filled the room. When it was over, the room was empty… the time displacement machine powerless…not to mention half melted.

"I…I DID IT! My would be nemesis' the children of Shego and Kim Possible have fallen to me, I-" He blinked, realizing what he had just said, "I think I better move with no forwarding address before their parents find out…."

Cindy and James fell. James fell on a pleasantly squishable package, which squawked and tossed him off of her. Cindy landed on some unpleasantly squishable stuff, namely a pile of garbage bags… to say nothing of the fact that James had landed on her.

"What? This isn't-" Cindy got up, "James, where are-AWK!" She shrieked as a dog sized rat looked at her, before running away ahead of a bolt of pink energy.

"I…" James looked around at the boarded up windows on either side of the alley, the dark sky over head, the smell of smog and exhaust, that actually was so bad that it made him cough, to say nothing of the stench of garbage. "I don't know…maybe we've been sent so some alternate reality, or a post-disaster future of some kind…maybe aliens have invaded or-"

Cindy looked down and, an expression of disgust on her face, disentangled a paper from the dead fish it had been used to wrap. Looking at the headline, she sighed.

"Or it could be That we're in New York City… in 1976." Cindy said, looking at the paper. "July, 10th, according to this…date."

"Oh." James said.

TBC.