Author's Note: Hey everyone! Well…This is my first story in my "As Luck Would Have It" Universe. Hopefully, I'll get good reviews from this one. Now, into the story!

Disclaimer: Disney owns Kim Possible (the show and the character), Ron Stoppable, and Gemini, but I own the story line and other characters that don't appear on the show.

P.S. The events depicted in this story are completely fictional, and any similarities to actual events are unintentional. FYI, assume that there was a "So the Drama" and that Season 4 existed.

Raising the Stakes

By EnigmaticPseudonym

Chapter 1: Demons From the Past

Undisclosed Building

Long Island, New York, NY

1650 Hours, Eastern Standard Time (EST)

Lightning streaked across the sky, and the boom of thunder following suit. New York was under an unrelenting barrage of rain and sound waves. New Yorkers dove from cover to cover, doorways to cars and train stations, as they avoided being pelted by the falling droplets of water. As fully-packed busses passed the United Nations Headquarters, the usually cheerful symbol of international peace and security became a dark tower casting a foreboding shadow on the city.

"Team Alpha, repeat, Team Alpha…Are you in position over the target building, over?" he grumbled into the Bluetooth™ intercom earpiece suspended on his ear. "All teams, support positions for Team Alpha."

Unbeknownst to the population, 36 men exited a high-tech submarine near the seaside perimeter of the Headquarters. They quickly divided themselves into fire teams of six (from Bravo to Golf), donned their combat uniforms, and loaded their M4 assault rifles. One of the officers raised his arms and quickly retracted them, using the standard military hand-signal for tactical columns. The men, still in their six-man groups, fell into two lines and swiftly disappeared into the shadows.

A figure, clad in camouflaged military fatigues (abandoning the standard red and black jumpsuit because of necessity), studied the UN Headquarters across the river with his binoculars. Hidden on the roof of a building, somewhere on the eastern tip of Long Island, he had an excellent view of his men's activities within the perimeter of the UN General Assembly. Surprisingly, his only working eye had the clarity and sharpness of a hawk's eye. He shook the water out of his hair and rechecked his GPS device to ensure that his men were in position. Although short in stature and a little bit on the plump side, he made up for it with sheer, hellish brutality. One couldn't become the leader of an international organization built on chaos and destruction relying only on skill. Plus, he had a hand that could fire a multitude of deadly weapons. Fear, he says, is the only way to control your subordinates.

"Negative, Gemini, sir," Agent Alpha replied, his voice clear and concise over the communications network. "Team Alpha is still five minutes from the DZ, out."

"Bah! We have vehicles more advanced than the US Army, and you fools can't even get to the most important mission in the history of this organization ON TIME!" Gemini screamed into his earpiece. The constant patter of the rain on a tin roof didn't help his temper much. Massaging his temples and regaining his composure, Gemini whispered calmly to his best agent, "Fine. Just be ready to drop, and next time Alpha… Do it on time, or I'll be forced to "eject" you. Gemini, over and out."

Looking out over the churning waters of the Atlantic, and an evil smirk formed on the tyrant's lips. Where Dr. Drakken, Killigan, and Fist all failed, I will succeed in conquering the world.

W.W.E.E High-Speed Stealth Hovercraft

Somewhere in the Middle of the Atlantic Ocean

1655 Hour EST

Agent Alpha shivered in fear. Although he was considered the most skilled of all of W.W.E.E.'s agents, nothing scared him more than his employer. In fact, the whole network of the World Wide Evil Empire was frightened of Gemini. He had even heard rumors of 'useless' agents being shot out of the base on rocket-powered chairs, or dropped into endless pits. Alpha just couldn't comprehend the fact that his leader could be that cruel…or could he?

Shaking his head and mentally berating himself for losing his cool (the only thing that had managed to keep him alive in situations like this, AND stay in the good graces of Gemini), Alpha stood up and looked out the window. With only a few minutes left before the jump, he analyzed his current situation. His team of six commandos was on a stealth-enhanced hover craft en route to New York City. They were cruising at the speed of 800 kilometers per hour: twice the speed of a Maglev train or a 747. Retaliation from the US Air Force or any branch of the US Defense network was not a problem. They were virtually undetectable to any type of aircraft detection the USAF could throw at them.

Instead of wearing their standard red jumpsuits, they were wearing Army Combat Uniforms (ACU's), light Kevlar vests, wool masks, and helmets. Having built-in eyepieces, secure Bluetooth™ inter-personal communication, and satellite uplink that constantly delivered information, the helmets provided the wearer a real-time overview of his current situation. Unlike their counterparts on the ground, they were wielding experimental fully automatic lasers, with settings all the way from Less-Than-Lethal, to a shot from a 5.56 millimeter NATO weapon. Tonight, their weapons were strictly set to LTL since their targets were UN Delegates. W.W.E.E. really went overkill on their equipment for this mission.

Crackling to life, the PA system on the hover craft blasted out a message from the heavy-accented Southern pilot. "Team Alpha, Hover Craft Papa Delta is at 30,000 feet, speed is decreasing to less than 80 kilometers per hour. The aircraft will lose stealth ability when the rear ramp is released, so jump quickly. Stand at the entrance and prepare for the High Altitude Low Opening jump. Have a nice flight." The pneumatic locks hissed as they unlocked the door.

Agent Alpha screamed over the drone of the engines, "Okay, Team Alpha. Remember your mission: secure the building, secure the General Assembly Chamber… Yes, Alpha Three that's the BIG room where all of the UN delegates are, and exfiltrate through the rear of the compound. Avoid a firefight if possible, but don't hesitate to stun a guard that you come across. You are elite! So act like it out there!" The door opened and he shifted his gaze from his men to the flickering lights of the Big Apple down below. "Now! Go, go, go!"

Seven operatives gracefully dropped out of the speeding hover craft, and accelerated towards the United Nations Headquarters below them. They had the element of surprise, and stealth was the key. Six fire-teams (from Bravo to Golf) waited anxiously down below, their gun sights trained on patrolling guards. Operation Assault on Freedom had begun.

Author's Note: Resolution- List of actions a country wants accomplished regarding an issue

UN General Assembly (GA) Conference Building

Manhattan Island, New York

1700 Hours EST

A stall's door slammed open as a blur flew over to the sink. The blur stopped and focused into a woman in her late 20's, dressed in a crisp navy blue suit. She placed her purse gently on a dry area of marble, careful that it stayed upright. Rosy, pink hands gripped the faucet and turned it, releasing refreshing cold water. Tying her strawberry-hair back with a hair-tie, she splashed water on her face. Emerald eyes looked up and stared at their twin doppelgangers in the mirror.

Okay, deep breaths…I have to calm down, she thought as she scooped up the water in her hands and drenched her face in the cool liquid. I can do anything! I can parachute out of an airplane at high speeds. I can infiltrate hostile bases and destroy them. I take down super freaks like Drakken and Shego. Then why can't I convince a room full of countries to agree to my resolution?

Kim Possible, majoring in International Diplomacy and Political Science, had risen to Delegate of the United States of America in less than five years after graduating at Go City University. Working harder than she had ever before, she achieved the prestigious position in record time and was one of the few women who made it into the UN. Although she had the tenacity of a tiger, nothing could have prepared her for her first GA Conference. In the chamber she just left, more than 150 representatives of countries around the world debated fiercely with each other. Their topic: Ensuring World Peace by Neutralizing Super Villains.

Kim, leading the group which supported the idea that resources should be focused on eradicating Super Villains, had been fighting fiercely for support. Utilizing everything in her power, she fought a hard uphill battle, avoiding the constant insults of the opposing group. She had almost achieved support from most of the countries, when the Delegate of Russia pointed out a major flaw in her resolution and forced her back to square one. At this point, she couldn't take the pressure and broke down. She called the Delegate of China to take her place, ran as fast as she could to the bathroom, and relinquished her early dinner.

Light from the bathroom lamp caressed and warmed her face through the soft, yellow glow. Her eyes shone brightly, enhanced by the artificial sun only a few meters away. Untying her hair-tie, her locks gracefully dropped down to the small of her back. She fixed her eyes on the light gold-colored frame of the mirror with a wavy hair-like pattern, and noticed that it was studded with brown artificial jewels that sparkled like eyes and appeared to release an aura of joy and childlike wonder. A simple memory, one evoked by a small detail in the large bathroom, was enough to send the young woman reeling with so many emotions. She now knew why she couldn't convince the others.

"I've always had Ron beside me," she whispered to herself. Through out all of the missions that she had taken part in, Ron had always supported her. He was her emotional anchor, and her shield from danger. Everything that they did on those missions, Ron was afraid of. Yet that didn't stop him from skydiving with her or going head to head with henchmen. Ron cared so much for her, that he would risk his life just for her. Yet now, there was no more Ron. She didn't have his undying support anymore.

Life had been perfect for both of them, until Ron died during a mission in their third year at GCU. He had sacrificed himself to save her and the city of San Francisco when Dr. Dementor's Thermal Energy Inducer had detonated. By locking the device and himself in a heavily fortified 50's bomb shelter, he managed to contain the explosion within the blast proof shelter. The last thing he said before the vault's door closed and the complex collapsed was, "I love you KP. Don't you forget that." Kim held his hand until ten meters of high-density steel forced them apart.

Her legs giving away, she collapsed onto the hard tiles that covered the floor of the VIP bathroom. Without her support, without her Ron as backup, Kim collapsed in a heap on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. She curled up in a fetal position, trying to fend off the demons that have constantly assaulted her since that moment in the bunker.

Hearing his female human in pain, a pink blob slowly unzipped Kim's purse. Naturally designed for underground duties, the hairless creature squinted to focus his eyesight. Raising his head from the dark recesses of the purse he scanned the room and found Kim on the ground. Dropping down from the sink, he landed on the tile next to her head. Taking charge of the situation, he quickly scampered up onto her shoulder and checked to see if she was okay, chattering incessantly to try to get her attention..

Kim turned her head in the direction of the squeaks and grunts and saw a worried Rufus standing on her shoulder. Rufus responded by taking out a handkerchief from her breast pocket and tried to wipe her tears away. He gently guided the fabric over her tear-drenched cheeks, drying every single drop.

"Kim…okay?" Rufus asked in a soft and reassuring voice. He knew what Kim was going through; he went through the emotions himself. Being an animal on the bottom of the food chain, nature was able to help him adapt quickly and get over it. The same couldn't be said about his current guardian, so he tried to calm her down whenever Kim's emotions got the better of her. Rufus tried again, this time following through with a nudge to her hand. "Hink…Kim must cheer up!"

Kim smiled at her little friend. No matter how dark the situation, or how down she felt, Rufus would always try pull her through. This was a trait that both Ron and the five-inch tall mammal shared. Being the only link left between Ron and her, she cared for him greatly. "Okay, Rufus. I'm okay. Don't worry, I'll get up." Picking herself up off the floor, she placed Rufus onto her shoulder and straightened the creases that had formed on her suit after her little pity fiesta. "Thanks Rufe, I needed that. You just earned yourself a grandé-sized, double cheese Naco/Chimirito combo." Gleaming she patted the pink naked mole rat on the head and gave him a slice of cheddar as a guarantee.

"Yay! Cheese!" Rufus exclaimed with joy. Not only did cheering up Kim give him peace of mind, it also meant that there was a reward in store for him. He showed his overflowing gratitude by hugging her neck as tightly as he could. After almost two minutes of showing physical gratitude, he performed a dive off of her shoulder and hand-sprung into her leather purse. Although he was way past the average lifetime of a normal naked mole rat, Kim just assumed that it was his iron stomach and Mystical Monkey Power that kept him youthful and active.

"Okay," Kim exclaimed with newfound courage and will, "Let's do this." Kim picked up her purse and reached for the door handle.

At the same moment, six men successfully landed on the roof of the GA building. Taking down the guards on the roof with five well-placed shots, Agent Alpha opened the door leading to the building below. "Repeat, Echo Lima, Team Alpha is in position. Proceed to Phase 1-B, over." At exactly 1715 Hours, all the lights of the Big Apple died in less than a second. Darkness enveloped that bustling city, plunging it into chaos.

To Be Continued…