Welcome my attempt at the first Kim Possible/Warehouse 13 crossover. I want to quickly say, this is not a fusion. Ron and Kim won't be doing the parts of Pete and Myka.
My thanks to my beta for getting this ready.
With that said, onward with the story.
Chapter 1 - Situations
Ron Stoppable trudged on his way to his job at Smarty Mart, in the rain. He had nothing in his life. After he and Kim graduated from High School, Kim went to England for College. Ron on the other hand wasn't accepted anywhere out of the hundreds of colleges he applied to.
They attempted to keep their relationship strong but the days turned into weeks, and the months turned into years. Things just kept getting in the way from Kim having too much work to all air transportation being ground due to some storms, and other strange, unexplained occurrences.
Despite everything they tried, their relationship dissipated as they saw and heard less of each other as the time rolled by. After a mutual breakup, they started seeing other people, promising to get back together when Kim returned if they weren't with other people.
Eventually Kim returned from England, only to be engaged to a man named Eric Johnson. Ron felt his entire world shattered beyond repair when he met Eric, but he kept his composure together until they had parted ways. Ron then buried himself in his job, working as many hours as he could, so he could forget the pain he felt.
After that meeting, Ron saw Kim even less since she went to college. Now it came to a point that he would be lucky to even hear from her.
Ron couldn't bring himself to attend Kim's wedding, despite the invitation he got. Instead he moved away to Oregon and started working at the Smarty Mart he was transferred to. Everyone else he knew was leading a life they wanted.
Kim was married to Eric and both joined Global Justice.
Felix and Zeta started a new company, getting into the video game market.
Wade and Monique were dating, with Wade using new technology to better mankind and using the same technology to help Monique with her fashion designs, despite the fact he knew nothing of what she was doing.
Tara Jackson became a Historian and a world renowned Archeologist.
Jim and Tim were at College, working to follow in their father's footsteps.
Even Bonnie married Junior. Everyone had expected them to divorce before a week had past. Everyone was surprised that even after all this time, they were still a couple.
Drakken and Shego had disappeared from public knowledge shortly after their official pardon from the UN. It was unknown if they had secretly returned to crime, or went straight and lived under assumed names.
Ron reflected on the last year since Kim was married and his moving away. Everything seemed halted and he was stuck in the same place, like a maze with no exit. He was going nowhere, very quickly.
Ron was snapped out of thought when an ambulance soared passed and into the parking lot of Smarty Mart. Ron lost count of how many people were taken out of the store and to the Hospital, with no signs of anything wrong with any of the people. Each victim was paralyzed for unexplained reasons, leaving the doctors stumped.
Not just employees, but customers as well.
Ron suspected a new weapon by one of Kim's old villains since no one was paralyzed until a little more than week ago. The first was the new manager, followed by several employees that held no real power, then customers.
With the news spreading about the store, less and less people even shopped at that store. Those that did were considered either brave or foolish. That store was on the verge of being closed, pending an investigation.
Ron entered Smarty Mart, getting out of the weather. Something didn't seem right. It was natural for it to be raining in Oregon but the forecast didn't call for any rain for the next week. And since when did this weather man ever get anything wrong?
Ron arrived barely in the nick of time and clocked in before he was met with Jacob, a co-worker and his only friend in the store.
"Hey, Stoppable." Jacob approached Ron. "Someone wants to talk to you."
Ron seemed confused. Since he barely knew anyone in that area, the only people who would seek him would be someone from his past. But he made sure that no one would know where he went, and requested that Wade would let no one from his past find him. He also had the chip removed, despite Wade's protests.
"Who is it?" Ron asked.
"Secret Service, I suppose?" Jacob shrugged. "Since you knew every manager more than anyone else, they thought you might know something."
Jacob directed Ron to a room where he was greeted by a man with short brown hair and a woman with long dark brown hair, both wearing black suits and a black trench coat. The man was holding some sort of silver cylinder with a strap. As the what was inside, was a question Ron didn't think was his concern. When Ron came face to face with them, he got the impression that the man was more of a rule-bender than the woman.
"Mr. Stoppable?" The woman addressed Ron both flashed a Secret Service badge. "I'm Agent Bering and this is Agent Lattimer. We just have a few questions for you about the incidents with the victims."
"What does the Secret Service want to know about that?" Ron asked even though he knew that if whatever is causing those people to be paralyzed might be used for serious means.
"Whatever, or whoever is doing this, might use it for some evil scheme or something." Agent Lattimer replied calmly, which Ron expected one of the answers to be. Lattimer seemed a little distracted but it was for but a moment. "But we just want to make sure that whatever is causing these problems is stopped."
"Do you know if any of the managers or any employees had something that seemed unusual in anyway?" Agent Bering questioned Ron.
"Nothing comes to mind." Ron responded. "Ever since the building was finished being built a few months ago, nothing changed in their office."
"So they didn't bring anything in?" Agent Lattimer asked.
"Other than some personal items, I don't know." Ron didn't understand what these agents might be looking for but he had a feeling that there was something they weren't telling him.
Bering seemed like she was going to ask another question but hesitated before asking. "Do you... ever smell... fudge... when there wasn't any around?"
That was the strangest question Ron had even been asked. He didn't know if that was an actual serious question. He opened his mouth to question the question, but stopped himself and instead he said, "Actually, yes, but.. I... don't remember where."
"Could you take us to the Manager's office?" Agent Lattimer requested, sounding urgent.
"Here you go." Ron opened the door to the office. The desk was cluttered with paper, folders, in/out boxes and some paperweights. A coat hanger stood next to the door, with nothing on it. Pictures hung on the walls and a file cabinet.
Both agents followed right behind Ron, looking around the room. For some reason, Ron knew they were looking for something specific but not as to the first clue as to what it was.
"Is there anything else you need to know?" Ron asked the agents.
"We'll let you know if we need anything." Lattimer responded as he placed purple gloves on his hands. "You can go back to work."
Ron left the office, leaving the two agents to search the office, for who-knows-what that could be causing the problems with the managers.
"You have any idea as to what we're looking for, Myka?"
Myka stopped her search and turned to her partner. "You know, Pete. We just got here. Can you wait a little bit longer before you ask that question?"
"Well, since Artie doesn't know what we're looking for," Pete lifted a paper weight to examine it. "I figure it couldn't hurt to ask you."
Myka knew Pete didn't pay much attention to the debriefing with his question. "And what makes you think I even have the slightest clue as to what we're looking for if Artie doesn't know what artifact is causing these problems?"
Myka put on her own purple latex gloves and began to examine several objects in the office. Not a moment later, a buzzing came from Pete's pocket. He stopped his search and pulled out a gray metallic object from his coat pocket. He flipped open the Farnsworth and pressed the button to activate the screen.
One the black and white screen was the face of a man with short and curly hair wearing glasses and old-fashion clothes.
"Find anything?" The bearded man inquired.
"Nothing yet, Artie." Pete replied. Myka was currently standing next to Pete, so she could be in on the conversation. "Everything seems alright and no one knows what really happen, but..."
There was a trail of silence before Artie broke it. "But what?"
"There is this one person, Ron Stoppable." Pete finished. "There's something about him."
"Ron Stoppable?" Artie asked, like it seemed important and familiar.
"Wasn't he Kim Possible's sidekick?" Myka asked.
"Until she got married and Ron moved here." Pete surmised.
"Yeah but that's not what made him so familiar." Artie started to type away at his computer. "There is a very secret school the Regents have been keeping an eye on for years called Yamanuchi. They are said to be the guardians of a sword called the Lotus Blade, which we've been trying to get our hands on for years."
"Yamanuchi?" Myka was confused.
"Lotus Blade?" Pete's question echoed Myka.
"The Lotus Blade was owned by a warrior named Toshimiru." There was typing for several moments then Artie moved the Farnsworth to his computer to show a picture of a Japanese warrior holding a sword. "Legends say that Toshimiru carved the school with that one sword. The sword is said to be able to change its form, depending on the holder's desire."
"Interesting sword but what does this have to do with Stoppable." Pete asked Artie.
"There were four artifacts that allowed him to control the sword's power, among other things." Artie replied, putting the Farnsworth back in its place. "They have since been destroyed but I managed to get to them, and store them here. And despite being destroyed, Stoppable still retains the power he got. The sword, on the other hand, mysteriously disappeared a few years ago. I don't know where it is now."
"What kind of power did Stoppable get?" Pete asked, both interested, yet worried.
"I haven't been able to figure that out." Artie admitted, although his thought process seemed to be in overdrive.
"But what about the problem here?" Myka pointed out. "We haven't found the artifact."
"That's what I called for." Artie explained. "I found more information. A man names Josiah Steed lived in the late 17th century was paralyzed from the waist down due to an injury and was supposed to be confined to his bed. Everything he owned was sold after he died and dispersed but there was an item that he kept. Suppose to be his greatest possession and never let go it off."
"Then that vibe I got from Stoppable must mean something else." Pete said out loud.
"And can you be more specific about it?" Artie questioned. "It is bad?"
Pete shook his head. "Not exactly but it's hard to tell."
"Just hurry and find what you can and get back to me when you have something." Artie told them. "Claudia can keep searching for what is causing this problem..."
"What?" A feminine voice sounded with annoyance behind Artie.
"...I have some more digging to do on Stoppable." A moaning sound of annoyance came from the other side, followed by begging and pleading but nothing was confirmed after Artie disconnected the link.
"And that helps us how?" Pete put the Farnsworth back into his pocket.
The lights flicked for several moments, but remain on. The sound of rain hitting the roof hard came followed closely with the sound of lightning, rumbling in the distance.
"That is not good." Pete didn't sound too thrilled.
Myka knew what problem the lightning would be as well. An artifact's power would be amplified by tenfold thanks to the electrical storm. They knew things would go from bad to worse, very quickly.
Ron continued to restock the shelf with his friend and coworker. He didn't have many answers to give his friend on what the Secret Service had to say to him or what they were looking for. What was going on was as much of a mystery to him, as it was to everyone else.
Jacob was concerned with the problems going on with the managers. Ron could sense his friend's concern, thanks to his Mystical Monkey Power but not even his abilities helped him to learn what was causing the problems.
Problems just kept getting worse, and more people were losing their jobs with less customers coming. Those that remained were concerned with losing their job as they had young children. Some stayed for their family, while others left out of fear for their lives. The employees' situations with their lives were the only reason the store was kept open.
When the problems first started, Ron was asked by those that knew him as a member of Team Possible to figure it out. Kim would've come but since she was a part of GJ, it wasn't considered to be a dangerous enough threat to the community to send any GJ agent. Ron had already proven to be almost as good as Kim, if not, possibly better, in some ways.
"Have you made any progress, yet?" Jacob inquired when he finished stacking the shelf with bags of animal feed.
Ron shook his head, and replied, "I'm not sure what exactly is going on. I haven't exactly found anything."
Ron didn't consider that to be a bold face lie. Whenever a manager became paralyzed, Ron sensed something strong in the store and went to investigate but lost the trail. Whatever it was became activate but dissipated very quickly. He was never in the area when anything went down but he knew the general direction of where to go. Ron almost never went home but barely made any progress.
"Something better be found soon." Jacob started to complain. "People are too scared to apply to work here and I'm not sure I can do all this work."
"I'm not surprised." Ron replied, leading the way to their next destination. "I would think people would take the chance with how high people are being offered just to work here."
"If their lives wouldn't be at stake." Jacob added. It was rare if someone actually applied for employment, which their application was accepted almost right away.
Jacob pushed the cart fill with various boxes to be restocked. Very few areas were in need of being restocked and the old needed to be tossed since they were way pass their expiration date. They wouldn't mind some being behind but a new law was passed that they had to throw away anything more than two weeks old.
On top of that, they also had to check every single area of the store to make sure everything was organized and in their proper place. With very little people still shopping at the store, there wasn't much for the employees to do, but the problems forced a new rule; two employees had to be working together at all times.
Jacob pushed the cart into the Camping aisle, and stopped nearly halfway in. The area wasn't in bad shape. That is, for a costumer. For an employee, it was nightmare. Barely anything was in its proper place. Whether it was thrown around or placed on the shelf away from where it was supposed to be.
"How did this happen?" Ron slumped to his knees. "It wasn't like this yesterday?"
"And barely anyone came in this area." Jacob added his whine to Ron's.
Slowly, Ron got to his feet and went right to work. "Come on; let's just get this over with."
Keys on the steam-punk style computer keyboard were continuously being pressed as a curly haired man wearing glasses continued his search on Ron Stoppable, but his computer wasn't the only source of information. He had the youngest agent, a young red head woman, Claudia Donovan, go to the book store and library to gather as much books as she could carry and bring it back. A task which she hated since whenever she didn't find enough, Arthur Nielson would send her back out to get more.
And if that wasn't enough, Claudia was also stuck searching for the information about the problems at Oregon, making no headway. She couldn't use Artie's computer since he wouldn't let her touch it unless she stopped touching the artifacts within the Warehouse and causing problems. A very bad habit Claudia had.
The most recent situation involved Volta's Lab Coat, and the Warehouse was nearly pulled down on her and Artie. They would've been crushed if Artie didn't know everything about the artifacts currently stored in the Warehouse.
"How can it be so difficult to track one person down?" Claudia wondered out loud. "Why couldn't the less known people be more known?"
After hours of searching, Artie stopped his searches and took over for Claudia. Never had that man see the red-head more grateful... until he told her to go out and start on inventory.
"What item did you possess is causing these problems." Artie said to himself, almost like he was talking to Josiah Steed as he searched through everything he had on the man. Josiah wasn't well known so finding the information had proven more difficult than usual. "Would it kill you to leave a note?"
Artie's searches finally had the results he was looking for. Reaching over, Artie flipped open the Farnsworth to call Pete and Myka.
Pete and Myka's search of the offices didn't uncover anything. Pete continued to the Sale's Floor while Myka checked the video recordings. Of all the artifacts they collected in their short time, this seemed the most elusive artifact Pete felt he knew of.
Pete heard the Farnsworth buzzing. "About time."
Pete retrieved the Farnsworth from his pocket and flipped it open. "Sorry, we haven't found anything..."
"Well, I found something that could help." Artie adjusted the screen of the Farnsworth to show his computer. "It turns out that Josiah wasn't a man who worked in the field like his family. Growing up, he chose to read and study instead of working in the fields. Some other kids decided to have fun at his expense after school and threw everything he had on the ground. One even threw his favorite book on the roof of the school."
"So he climbs up to get it, only to fall, hitting some branches and the rocks below..." Pete started.
"Not to mention some boards that were sticking out," Artie finished. "Cut him bad. He became paralyzed, and angry at his condition for the rest of his life."
"Then it must be a book." Pete declared. "That helps us a lot, but it could still be anywhere in the store."
"Just check the book area," Artie suggested. "Or the antiques? How hard could it be?"
"This is a Smarty Mart." Pete replied. "But most of all, it is a store. People do tend to pull things off the shelf and drop them off elsewhere. Things are rarely where they're supposed to be."
Artie absorbed that for several moments. "I stand corrected." He said at last.
"Okay, so it must be a book and made three hundred years ago." Pete said. "So that means we just need to find a really old looking book."
Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a loud boom. It was loud enough that even Artie heard it.
"Is that what I think it is?" Artie sounded worried.
"Yes, it's lightning." Pete unhappily replied. "And I never thought I could search faster in my entire life."
"And you didn't tell me that a storm was coming?" Artie's voice rising with each word he said.
Pete was taken aback. "It started after you hung up."
Artie shook his head and mumbled under his breath, then directed his attention back to Pete. "Just find it, tag it and bag it."
The screen went blank once again. It didn't take Pete long to find Myka, who was looking over the video recording in the security office.
"Find anything?" Pete asked his partner.
Myka looked up from the various screens connected to the security camera's spread throughout the store. "Whatever is happening, its not be caught on camera."
"Yeah, well," Pete gestured for Myka to the other side of the room, away from the few onlookers within the room. She followed him, suspecting that Pete found something. "Artie found something. Josiah became paralyzed in the attempt of retrieving his favorite book, and was very angry about it for the rest of his life."
"You're sure it's a book?" Myka seemed doubtful. "It could be anything."
"It's the best lead we have." Pete insisted. "So we best..."
Pete didn't finish but seem distracted, a worried expression on his face. The same worried expression Myka knew when Pete had a vibe.
"Something is wrong." She said.
Pete nodded, uneasily. "Seriously, we have got to find Stoppable." He told her grimly
Jacob and Ron finished reorganizing the aisle, which was harder then it appeared. The tents, cooking stoves, firewood, everything wasn't where they're supposed to be, among a lot of various small items that people decided not to buy were left behind.
"Can you believe this?" Jacob pulled out an silver pocket watch with a silver chain attached to the pocket watch. The light flickered, which was followed by the sound of lightning. The lightning sounded with a loud crack and boom. "Why do people hav.."
Ron's senses went through the roof at that exact second. This time, it felt that whatever was causing these problems was right behind him. Right in Jacob's...
Ron turned around quickly, his mouth opened to shout out for his friend to drop the pocket watch but he was too late. An electric discharge shot out from the pocket watch and in all directions. Jacob was hit with enough force, sending him flying back into the shelf behind him.
"JACOB!" Ron screamed as he rushed to his friend's side on the other side of the shelf.
The shelf remained stable but with a hole in it, with falling on the other side. When Ron circled around the shelf, he stopped at the sight of his friend. A smoldering spot on Jacob's shirt, right where he was hit by the electric discharge.
The pocket watch continued to shoot out electric discharges everywhere. Anything that was struck was fried. Some items caught on fire. Any customers in the vicinity ran as far as they could, away from the sudden bursts of electricity, screaming as they fled.
Ron pulled his friend and laid him on the ground, checking for a pulse. Nothing. Ron didn't feel anything. His friend was dead, and if he didn't do something soon, many more people would be as well. The aisles and shelves were getting blasted and shredded by the discharges, wearing them away.
"Stoppable!"
Ron looked down the aisles to see Agents Lattimer and Bering running in his direction. They barely made it to the end before Lattimer stopped, then grabbed his partner by the shoulder and pulled her to the ground, seconds before a discharge struck in the same direction where their heads had been only moments ago.
The discharges forced Lattimer and Bering a little further back. Ron wasn't sure what exactly was going on. He wasn't sure if it was a new weapon by a villain, or something far worse. But he knew he had to stop it.
Ron's eyes went back over to Lattimer and Bering. Their attempts to get over to the canister he dropped failed, whenever a discharge nearly struck them, they had to pull back to avoid being hit. One item caught Ron's eyes. The silver canister Lattimer was carrying, the canister he dropped pulled Bering to the ground.
Ron wasn't sure what was inside but he suspected that it had to be important to stop the problems going on at the store. Without so much as a thought, Ron jumped out and rolled into the adjoining aisle, grabbing the canister, making his stop into the Kitchen aisle.
Twisting the canister's lid open, Ron found some purple goo inside, filling the canister more than halfway. "What in the world is this stuff?"
Ron looked back to the aisle where the pocket watch was. Everything was shredded and the shelves were destroyed, with more shelves being blasted. Even the roof had caved in on the watch but that didn't stop the destruction that continued to spread.
With little choice and every ounce of MMP Ron could muster together, he leaped out into the direction of the pocket watch, dodging the electric discharges as best as he could. His clothes were being nicked here and there, leaving his clothes with many small holes.
The discharges continued to get worse as the weather worsened. Something seemed odd about the storm, Ron could sense it. Like some supernatural force controlling the storm for its own sinister purposes.
It took every ounce of his MMP to keep from getting hit, dodging the discharges until he finally got back to the pocket watch, and drowned it with the purple goo. A burst of energy erupted from the pocket watch with such force; Ron was thrown backwards into air and landed on his back. He groaned in pain as he rolled onto his stomach, and pushed off the ground and staggered to his feet. Ron had to lean on a shelf for support until he regained his composure.
Looking over to the source of people running, Ron saw Agents Lattimer and Bering, concerned expressions on their faces until they came to a stop and surveyed the scene. The canister with the goo lying on its side with the purple goo thrown on the floor, the watch covered in it.
"How did you know what to do?" Bering asked Ron.
"I didn't," Ron shrugged. "But I saw it and figured..." he trailed off as he saw someone far down the rows of shelves. He couldn't make out the features of the person but he knew that something wasn't right about this person. The only thing about this person that Ron saw was the black trench coat and sunglasses.
Ron tried to focus but everything seemed to fall out of focus as the events that just occurred took its toll on Ron. He staggered back, but was caught and lowered to the ground. Ron looked up at the agents. Bering's voice was slurred, as Lattimer held his cell phone in his hand and called for an ambulance.
Words became slurred, and the lights dimmed, with each second as Ron slowly slipped into unconsciousness.
I figured that was as good a place to end the chapter.
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