Crisis Point

A Kim Possible/Angel's Friends crossover

by Robert Teague

This story is written solely for the entertainment of Kim Possible and Angel's Friends fans, and no copyright infringement is intended. It may also be reproduced, provided no changes are made, and you let me know.

Author's Note: My 50th story on fanfiction since 2000!

Chapter One

"SHEGO!" shouted Dr. Drakken. He was in his laboratory, trying to tie a string around a brown-paper-wrapped package. He was dressed as usual, blue lab coat and black gloves. Because of a lab accident years ago, his skin was blue. He had a scar under his left eye, and black hair pulled into a pony tail.

"Inside voice, Dr. D," said Shego, coming through the door with her nail file in hand. "What do you want?" She was in her customary black and green harlequin cat suit. She was very pale, with emerald eyes and a hint of green in her skin and hair. Her hair was very long, reaching down to the backs of her knees.

"I'm trying to tie this package, and the knot keeps slipping," he replied, "Put your finger there, and let me tie it off."

The pale green villainess rolled her eyes, but put away the nail file and put a finger on the indicated spot.

"Loop it here, pull," muttered her blue-skinned boss, and did so. The knot slid down and grew tight. "Got it!"

"Um. My finger is trapped," said Shego, in a deceptively calm voice.

He looked, and sure enough the knot was right on top of her finger. "Argh, why didn't you pull it out?" he asked.

"Get me loose, or I'll get loose MY way," she said.

"Okay, okay, hold on a second..." he pulled the strings and released the knot. To her credit, Shego kept her finger on the spot. Drakken relooped the ends of the string.

"Ready?" He pulled the knot down. "Now."

Shego moved her hand and the knot settled into place. "That did it." He turned and picked up a mailing label that was already filled out. He pulled the backing and put it in place.

Drakken stepped back and admired his handiwork. "Looks good," he commented.

"So, what are you sending, and who are you sending it to?" she asked.

The mad scientist grinned. "It's a foolproof trap for Kim Possible," he answered. "In here is one of those Cuddlebuddy dolls she collects. It's lying on a pressure switch, and when she picks it up, it will activate..."

"A bomb?" Shego interrupted, eagerly.

"No, my own version of the Pan Dimensional Vortex Inducer," he answered. "It will suck her and the entire Possible house into another universe, and we'll be free of her forever! HA! HA! HA!"

The villainess looked disappointed. "Why not a bomb?"

"I'm a mad scientist, not a terrorist. Besides, bombs are so... normal," he answered.

"Okay, two questions... One, how did you know she collects those cuddlythings, and two, the PDVI again? Seriously?" said Shego, eyeing the package and being thankful she hadn't flared her plasma to get free.

When she was younger, a multicolored comet had crashed into a tree house, granting her and her brothers superpowers. Shego could form green plasma around her hands that had a number of uses.

Drakken frowned. "One, leftover data from the Li'l Diablo plot, and two, yes, seriously." He waved at the package. "This is what I've been working on for the last few weeks. Oh, don't worry, the power is off until the doll is removed and the switch closes. And there's no chance of it making a black hole the size of Nevada. I fixed that little problem. It will operate for ten seconds, shut down, and fry the electronics so there's also no chance of it being used to come back."

He picked it up and held it toward his sidekick. "Here, take it to the parcel service for me," he ordered.

"I'll pass," she moved back a step and folded her arms. "Not that I don't trust your work, but... no, that's it; I don't trust your work."

"Nnnnggg..." he growled. "Fine. I'll go myself. This was your chance to help get rid of that annoying child, but now I'll take all the credit." He moved past her toward the hovercraft hanger, and Shego watched him go.

KP/AF KP/AF KP/AF

Fifteen or twenty feet above the streets of Middleton, Colorado, two girls were flying side by side. This went completely unnoticed by the people in cars and on the sidewalks.

One wore a blue top and shorts with sparkling gold trim that left her midriff bare, and white boots up to her knees. Silver bracers were on her forearms. She had intensely blue eyes and thick blond hair down to her knees. On the right side a tuft of hair had been pulled up into a kind of topknot. She also had light blue wings and a matching halo.

The other wore a violet-red dress with red sparkling trim, long, black fingerless gloves, high black stockings and shoes. Her hair was short and dark violet with a streak of red in the front. Her eyes were a dark shade of yellow-green. She sported red bat wings and short horns.

"Ready to chalk up another one in the 'loss' column?" asked the blond.

The other glanced at her. "Don't smirk, Raf," she said, "It's unbecoming an angel."

Raf snorted. "Oh, like YOU would know, Kabale!"

The devil-girl chuckled. "Guess you got me there... I admit, though, this Kim Possible is the hardest to tempt human I've ever been assigned. I have had my victories, though."

"True," said Raf. "But every time she learned her lesson. She's been my easiest."

"And she does keep us busy with the 'Guardian' part of our duties," added Kabale. "I've never seen a human do the things she can. All the activities at school and outside, and going on missions to," she used air quotes, "'save the world'. Really incredible."

"I know," Raf admitted, "From what Professor Arkan has said, she and her boyfriend have some great destiny that will affect the entire world, and we have to see to it she gets to that point."

"Huh. Temptel hasn't said anything about that. Okay, then..." said Kabale, thoughtfully.

They turned a corner, leaving the downtown area for the suburbs. Kim's house wasn't that far away, now.

"I still think Rufus can see us," said Raf, after a minute.

"He can kinda talk," answered Kabale, "If he can see us, why hasn't he told them yet?"

"He probably knows they won't believe him," said Raf.

"That makes sense," nodded Kabale. "There's the house."

The Guardian Angel and Guardian Devil flew up and through Kim's window to find her sitting on the bed, reading a magazine. A peek over her shoulder revealed it to be the new issue of Villains Monthly.

A senior at Middleton High School, Kim was a petite five foot three, with jade eyes and a mane of auburn hair. She was wiry and strong, and not just from cheerleading. She and her best friend/partner/boyfriend Ron Stoppable saved the world on occasion, fighting supervillains, natural disasters, and the odd smaller threat.

Beep! Beep! Be-deep! came the call tone of Kim's new wrist model Kimmunicator. She tapped the connect button and Wade Load, the thirteen year old boy who ran her website and provided the field members of Team Possible with gadgets appeared on the face.

"What's the sitch, Wade?" she asked.

"Kim, have you seen the new issue of VM?" he asked.

"Just reading it now," she answered. "WHY do I have a subscription, again?"

"Ron signed you up to win a tank at that villains convention you two infiltrated, remember?" he answered. "The subscription was one of the perks."

"Oh, right... not really much of interest this issue," she said, closing it.

"True. But it is a good way to keep up with your enemies," he said. "Heard from Ron?"

"Earlier this morning," she answered, "He made it to Yamanouchi okay, but I don't need to tell YOU that!" Ron Stoppable had become the Mystical Monkey Master, and had gone to Japan for the long school break to study at the secret ninja school.

Wade had secretly put a tracking chip on Ron a couple of years earlier. She and Wade had argued about it off and on since she found out, and while Kim didn't like it, had to admit it came in very hand on occasion.

Wade had the grace to look embarrassed, but before he could answer, from downstairs came the sound of the doorbell.

"Talk to you later, Wade, doorbell," said Kim, tapping the button again and severing the connection. She got up and headed for the trap door to her room.

The angel and devil looked at each other, and followed her down the stairs.

She opened the door to find a familiar face. "Hi, Mrs. Matthews!" The woman had blond hair, blue eyes, and small glasses. She was wearing a Middleton Parcel Service uniform, and her panel truck was in the driveway. Her daughter Tara was a cheerleader with Kim, and except for the glasses, looked just like a younger version of her mom.

"Hi, Kim, got a package for you," she said, holding out an electronic pad, "Sign on the bottom, please."

Kim did so and took the brown box. Upstairs, she cut the twine and opened the package. Rufus, Ron's pet naked mole rat and member of Team Possible, woke up and came over to see. Ron had left him with Kim in case she had a mission while he was gone.

"A SealLion!" she said, delighted, "These are rare!" The Cuddlebuddy was a combination of seal and lion. Kim's favorite, a Pandaroo, was lying on her pillow.

"No cheese?" asked Rufus, looking disappointed.

"No cheese. Sorry," she answered.

There was a card on top of the doll, and Kim picked it up. "For Kim, thanks for all the help, a friend." she read. "Well,
isn't that sweet of someone?"

She picked up the doll, and they both heard a 'click'.

"Huh?" said Rufus cocking his ears at the box, but that was as far as he got.

The whole room was lit with a yellow glow, while a loud hum reverberated in their ears.

Kim grabbed the mole rat and they both hit the floor.

The yellow intensified then faded away, along with the hum. There was a sudden smell of electrical burning.

Kim got up and opened her hand. "You OK, Rufus?"

"Uh huh," he answered, looking around. Then he started chattering and pointed toward the bed.

Kim turned quickly, taking a defensive stance, then saw there was no need. Two girls, unmoving, were lying on the bed.