Time travel is a cornucopia of disturbing concepts.
This is actually quite an understatement.
Even forgoing the usual paradoxes that could hypothetically result in time travel, the many unprovable and conflicting theories as to how the mechanics of time travel would actually operate, the fact was that initiating time travel in the classical sense is something that is quite simply, impossible.
Of course since this is a Kim Possible story, impossible never is.
So NOT Friends Forever.
Chapter 1: A Single Pebble.
Fortune is fickle.
To truly comprehend the depth of this truth, one must realize that fortune is a part of fate, which in itself is a part of destiny, which in turn, depending upon your belief, can either be something you shape or something that happens to you. Perhaps it can even be both, or more, or none.
Fortune IS fickle.
Take for instance, Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable. Teen hero and sidekick. Their story is known, the chapters written and their parts in the theater of life set.
What events came to pass that shaped these two and set them on the course of great adventures, even greater friendship and quite possibly even more?
Was it in the stars? Were they destined to live their lives as they have lived? Their fates writ onto stone?
Or perhaps, the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune cast more than one path, more than one destiny.
Fortune is fickle. And Fortune doesn't hold liquor very well….which could explain this story all too well.
The rock flew through the air on little more than a boy's arm and prayer. There really wasn't much of a chance it would hit the target but a cry for help from a red headed little girl had prompted young Ronald Stoppable to do what his mother always told him not to do.
Eat things with his feet.
Well, that was one of the things his mother always told him not to do, but right now what he was doing was slinging a rock at another child. At least, that was what Arnie Custer claimed to be. Ron was pretty sure one didn't get held back in pre-K but Arnie was just a little too big to be believed. What kid wore size six shoes at pre-k?
Arnie Custer was also mean. And dumb. And he didn't share. And was probably going to re-arrange his face once the rock (pebble actually, though to a young child, it was certainly seemed larger) missed and drew Arnie's attention, something Ron had successfully avoided until a little red headed girl's cry for help prompted him to help.
Realizing the rock was going to herald his end, yet Ron couldn't take his eyes off of it, seeing everything in slow motion, a feeling like the world hung in the balance and everything fell away to nothing as his focus remained on the rock as it sailed through the air and smashed Arnie Custer's nose into a bloody gusher, spraying a fine red mist everywhere.
There was silence.
Absolute silence as the world slowly came flowing back to him.
First was the feel of the warm morning sun on his cold, clammy skin. A slight breeze blew by the school playground they were all in that bought the scent of green grass mingling with the sick taste of terror. It was a beautiful day with a clear blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds and right in front of him was Arnie Custer, the biggest, meanest kid in Pre-K holding his bloodied nose, now dripping down a dirty, grape juice stained shirt and onto the ground, looking right at him. Him. Ron Stoppable. The boy with the sling shot in his hand and so scared he couldn't even move a muscle.
Arnie was so beyond going to kill him.
"MOMMY!!" Arnie shrieked. Then ran away crying like baby.
It took several moments before what happened to sink in. Even then, Ron couldn't believe it for a while…he did it…HE beat off Arnie Custer! He saved the girl! He was a Hero!
"BOOYAH!!" The cry came from somewhere deep inside of him. Ron didn't know where he heard it, or what it meant but he knew it was the right thing to shout out to the world as he danced about the playground. Alive, so gloriously alive!
He jumped into the air laughing with the ecstatic relief of escaping a gruesome demise. He ran around in circles and danced with gleeful abandon at being given another chance at life.
Ron vowed he would live life to the fullest! He'd get a pet, even if he had to find one without fur cause his dad had allergies and stuff. He'd go camping and learn to ride a bike and everything!
Ron looked at the wide eyed girl and smiled goofily. He knew what happened next. She was going to be his girlfriend and they were going to ride off into the sunset together!
"Hi! My name is Ron! What's yours?"
The girl screamed like, well, a girl and was running away from him before Ron could blink and scratch his head. His wet, sticky head?
Pulling his hand to his face Ron saw that it came away stained red with blood. Arnie's blood. He was covered in blood.
Eww! That was sick and wrong!