She used to be your basic average teenage girl. And she was there to save the world.
At least a hundred times.
After graduation from Middleton High, Kim Possible went to college and earned a double major in Criminal Justice and Nursing with minors across the board. She never could stop herself from helping as many people as possible.
It was a day to be celebrated for years to come when she decided it was time to hang up the Kimmunicator for good. But not without finishing off one last battle with an arch enemy.
Kim backflipped away from the flying golf balls and landed on top of a stone slab.
"Oy! You're going down Kimberly Ann!" Duff Killigan shouted.
"So not true." She replied, front flipping off the slab and landing behind the Scottish golfer and kicking him in the back. "Actually, I think you just went down."
"You may have won this round, Possible..."
"Possible-Stoppable." She corrected, having been correcting her many enemies for the past two years, since she and Ron got married.
"Oy, what did you ever see in that buffoon?"
"He helped me beat you before, plenty of times."
Killigan grumbled something and fired a golf ball.
Kim hurled herself out of the way and the ring on her finger rolled away.
"Aw crap." She muttered, rolling out of the way of another exploding golf ball and grabbing her ring. "Time to bring in the cavalry." She muttered, pressing the ring into the Kimmunicator for her latest brand of gadget.
The Kimmunicator on her wrist transformed completely into a wrist gauntlet, complete with a stun beam.
She fired quickly, and Killigan was neutralized.
"Those Tweebs really come in handy." She whispered to herself, although she knew it was likely they could hear on the other side of the Kimmunicator (having long since done a three way patch with Wade).
She gave him to the cops and ran to the restroom unexpectedly.
When she was done, she literally froze. She'd had unexplained sickness for a while now, thought to be just one of those things. But it was so clear now. Kim Possible-Stoppable wasn't sick...
She was having a baby.
And she did what any mother would do.
She placed the Kimmunicator in her closet, along with her combat suit immediately.
"K.P? You home?" Ron asked from downstairs.
"Just a second!" She called back, placing her hand on the locking mechanism and sealing it for good. "Goodbye." She whispered too it, knowing that whatever would come after would take precedence over everything she'd fought for for the past twelve years.
She sealed the entrance to the secret compartment to her closet and closed the normal doors.
It was time to tell Ron the big news.
Defying expectation, he took it well.
Kimberly Ann Possible-Stoppable was in the Regency Room, anxiously awaiting the birth of her child. Ron, of course, was by her side. But, as traditional fate would have it, she was comforting him.
"It's going to be okay, you're going to be a great father. Just like you were a great big brother to Hana." Kim reminded him.
"Yeah... but I'm worried that this one's gonna end up with another prophecy that's going to destroy the world." Ron said, his breathing heavy.
Kim gripped his hand and gave it a squeeze, "She'll get through it. She'll be a Possible and a Stoppable."
"I thought the doctor didn't tell you what the gender was."
"I'm hopeful." She admitted.
Ron laughed, "At least we can go back to eating Bueno Nacho regularly."
"You still have it three times a week." She reminded her husband.
"It's just not the same if it's not six times a week!" He complained.
She giggled and had a contraction.
"You okay Kim?" He asked stupidly.
"Do I look okay?" Another contraction.
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I'm going to be a father! Somebody do something!"
"RON!" She shouted, grabbing him by the shirt and bringing him to her face.
"I love you?" He guessed.
"GET! THE! DOCTOR!" Another.
And in a few not-so-short hours... Kim Possible-Stoppable showed just how unstoppable she was.
"Twins!" Ron exclaimed.
"Twins?" Dr. Possibles said at the same time.
"Twins?" Jim and Tim shouted, "Who Sha!"
"Twins." Ron agreed, practically fainting for like the fifteenth time.
"Oh no no no. You get your little behind back in there and be with Kim, or I swear I'll kick yo butt into next Tuesday!" Monique shouted at him shoving him back towards the room.
"Good luck Ron!" Hana shouted back before the doors swung closed behind him.
...
"RON!"
"Don't tell Mom. Go." He said, ushering his son and daughter away.
Kim marched into the room in her dress clothes and glared at her husband of sixteen years while her thirteen year old children scurried off to Lord-Knows-Where.
"Watcha doing K.P?"
"I told you to have the lawn mowed, the living room cleaned, and the trash out front by the time I got back from the Bureau. Now I have to go to Hospital to help my mom with a special patient, and you didn't do any of it!"
"Not true." He defended himself, nonchalantly. "The living room is half clean."
She growled at him.
"Okay okay! So, I have little Zacky..."
"What did I tell you about calling him Sacky?"
"No no no. Zacky!" Ron corrected, "A thoughtful compromise if I do say so myself."
She growled again.
"Anyway... he's getting the trash and little Amy is taking care of the lawn."
"And you are?" She asked, crossing her arms.
"Surprising you." He said, sliding over and wrapping his arms around a less-angry Kim Possible-Stoppable.
"By annoying me first? Not a good ploy."
"But it distracted you from..."
Zack and Amanda placed the necessary items into his waiting hands, behind Kim's back and disappeared the way only the children of a guy with monkey-ninja powers and a woman who used to save the world with a hairdryer could.
"This." He said proudly.
"Oh my gosh." She said, looking at the flowers, chocolates, and jewelry box.
"Little Amy helped me get the more romantic part of it set up.. while Zack helped me tick you off."
"By not doing your chores?"
"Not really. More like by helping me, undo the already done chores." Ron said, giving Zack the signal to clear the holograms.
"Wade?"
"A boo yah!" He replied, high fiving Rufus who appeared out of his pocket seconds before.
"And this was for?" She asked, eating the chocolate and admiring the necklace Ron had picked out.
"Our thirty third annual Half-A-Versary... or would it be seventeenth? I can't really keep it straight." Ron confessed, wrapping Kim in his arms. "Wait a minute, did you say you have to go to the hospital tonight?"
Kim nodded glumly, "My mom needs help with a new patient she's been having troubles with. Apparently, he's a fan of what we did in the old days and she's hoping we might be able to get him to calm down to accept some help beyond the therapeutic."
"But we were supposed to go to dinner..."
Kim kissed him and quickly put her necklace on.
"I'll be gone until eight, and we have Zack's game tonight. But I'll take tomorrow off, so we can spend the day together while the kids are at school. Sound fair?"
"Okay." He agreed, accepting another kiss from his beautiful bride. Then his phone rang. He flipped it open, "Stoppable. Yori? What's up? How you been? How's Sensei? And how's the whole secret ninja academy doing?"
Kim laughed and shook her head, running upstairs to grab her scrubs.
"Mom, can I go with you?" Amanda (Amy) asked, walking into the room.
"To work? I don't think that's a good idea..."
"It's not like you're going into the FBI. You're just going to see grandma Possible right?"
"Well, and her patient."
"But I want to go." She started to pout.
Kim tried not to look, but she did.
"Fine, get dressed. Your dad will just have to sit at the soccer game for the first half without us."
"Yes!" Amy shouted in triumph, running to change her clothes.
"I thought I had the copyright on that move." Kim said, placing her clothes in a hamper and accidentally knocking it down.
She bent to pick up the clothes and noticed the vault for the first time in several years.
She sighed and covered it back up. She gave it up when the kids were born, but a day doesn't go by she doesn't miss the thrill and the reward of helping others. That's why she joined the FBI... that's why she's a nurse. She had to be the best of both worlds.
She finished cleaning up the clothes and took one last look back at the hidden vault.
'It's for the best.' She thought to herself, turning off the light to her room and heading downstairs.
...
Kim was driving with Amy in the back.
"So, Mom, when did you and Dad first meet?"
Kim arched her eyebrow, "You've never been interested in me and your dad before."
She shrugged.
"What's his name?" Kim asked.
Amanda sighed and after a while muttered, "Eric."
Kim almost laughed but didn't. Eric, being the name of a synthodrone she used to date (yuck, gross, I know).
"Your dad and I met in Pre-K."
"Did you fall in love with him right away?"
"No." She said easily, "It took long time to see him that way."
"What way?"
"As anything other than a friend... he was always there for me, supported me. He helped me with a part of my life no one else could understand."
"That other part?" She asked.
Kim nodded. They didn't talk about it much, but both of her kids knew pretty much everything about the things she and Ron did before they were born from the internet, stories from friends, and stories from children of people they saved.
"And when did you two fall in love?"
Kim thought about it, "I think we always had that connection. But I just wasn't ready for it until he kissed me for the first time." Kim explained. 'Well not technically first but whatever,' she thought to herself.
"Boys are complicated."
"So are girls." Kim promised.
The boulder came out of nowhere.
Kim jerked the wheel and avoided the crushing demise of a boulder falling out of the sky.
"AHHH!" Amy screamed.
Kim got out of the car and looked for the source, reaching for her purse.
"Amanda, run!" Kim ordered, drawing two essentials from her purse.
She loathed using guns, but she had too if her daughter were to stay safe.
Amy un-clipped herself and got out of the car, running as her mom told her too.
"Stay back!" Kim shouted at a group that was approaching her.
They pulled out weapons and fired.
Kim cartwheeled away and shot back, scanning to make sure Amanda was safe.
She'd gone and hid behind a tree. Not perfect, but good enough.
She switched mags and pulled out her cell phone to call for help.
"Don't bother." A cold voice shouted.
"Dementor." Kim grumbled, turning her head.
"I would hate to hurt the little one, Miss Possible."
"Mrs. Stoppable." She corrected.
"Still don't believe it." He muttered, "If you do not surrender immediately, I will take your daughter and skin her like an animal."
Kim's eyes went wide. When did he get so violent? A better question was... How did he get out? Her enemies from the glory days were locked up in deep, dark holes for the most part.
Kim threw her gun and hairdryer onto the ground in defeat, not willing to do anything to risk the life of her child.
"Mom! Don't!"
"Quiet girl." Professor Dementor chided, nodding for his henchmen to cuff Kim.
"Leave my daughter out of this." Kim said scarily.
"Of course, I would not think to harm a child unless it was necessary to the plan. I will leave her here for your sidekick..."
"Husband."
"To find." Professor Dementor finished, ignoring Kim's correction. "But I can't let her simply run off an tell the police so..." He pulled out a thing of knockout gas and sprayed it over Amy Stoppable. "Sleep well child, it will be your last until I am your undeniable ruler!"
Kim kicked him in the gut but got electrocuted for her effort.
She hit the ground, and the last image her eyes saw was her daughter, so peaceful she could be asleep happy at home.
...
Ron looked at his phone for the zillionth time in twenty minutes.
"Where is she?" He asked, pausing only for a moment to cheer when Zack scored a goal in his middle school soccer game. He clicked an app that Wade developed and hit the scanner. "That's not the hospital." He whispered, taking a closer look at the four tracking beacons beeping on and off every other second. "Why is Kim so far away?"
As he scanned through he realized that Amanda was not with Kim. And very few things would make Kim separate from her child unexpectedly.
He ran to the car and got in, following the tracking device until he reached his unconscious daughter.
"Amy! AMY!" He shouted, picking her up and taking her to the car.
He went back to the school to a waiting, and confused, son.
"What happened?" He demanded.
"Get in now."
Ron sped off to the Possibles and dropped the kids off.
"Kim's missing." He told her parents, "I'm going to find her."
"Be careful Ron."
"We want to to go too." Amanda said.
Ron shook his head, "You need to stay here while I found Mom."
Amanda started pouting.
"I've had thirty something years of training for that, and it's not gonna fly Amy." Ron told her, "I need to go to her old room."
Mrs. Possible raised an eyebrow.
"When she and I retired, we agreed to lock up our equipment and shut down the site. Kim's stuff is back at the house, but mine..." Ron opened up the closet and pressed his hand to the palm scanner, "was left here in case anything ever happened back home."
He changed quickly into the high tech suit Wade designed especially for him a couple years after graduation. He hadn't used it in a long time, but it was a one piece so he was unlikely to lose his pants regardless of recent experience.
"I'm going to bring her home." Ron promised himself, kissing his children and taking off for one final sitch.
And there you have my first attempt at a Kim Possible fanfiction. Set twenty-five years after graduation. I had to do some math, but Kim is roughly 43 years old. Her children, Amy and Zack, are twins and are thirteen years old. They were conceived a few months before Kim's 'last' mission, but when she discovered that she's pregnant... well, you read the story.
Tell me what you like, especially since this is a new topic for me. I would really appreciate some constructive criticism, critique, and overall evaluation of how the story went.
I'm planning a tri-shot for this to satisfy my Possible shipper heart. Although I feel the show ended nicely, I still want to write more. So tell me what you thought.
