Brief authors note- I recently saw the Kim Possible movie on TV, and
immediately fell in love with the idea of "grown up" characters. This
story is an idea of what transpired in history the first time around, when
Shego did succeed in taking over the world. The movie gives a vague
impression of Kim and Ron being 'lost' in the time stream, but since it
doesn't say exactly when this happened, I'm taking a few liberties. This
fic also assumes that the point in the future that 'young' Kim and Ron
visited was 20 years from the point they left (as implied by Monique).
This is just a quick intro into the story, chapter one will bring the story
back to a more sensible point. Hope you all enjoy!
Prologue- A Brief Glimpse Into the Future
Shegoton, 2015 A.D.
Four figures crept lowly through the dim hallway. Though all of them noticed, no one commented on the fact that they had been breathing less and less with each step. As the group entered the grand throne room of the Supreme One herself, each of them stopped breathing altogether. Though the massive size and grandeur of the space had awestruck many before, it was for a quite different reason that this group remained silent.
They were so close. "Oh so close," Each one thought, "Please, God, just let us get a little farther..."
But it was not to be. Before anyone could say "What the hell?" a monitor- bot gave the tell-tale shriek of alert. One of the Rebels looked up, mentally calculating her odds of survival. Perhaps if she ran the next ten yards, then veered left and hit the ground in a roll, she could still reach the...
"Get down, dammit!"
"I can get a clear shot! I have to go NOW. Cover me!"
"Okay, I don't really need to say how crazy you sound right now, right? Dammit, KP, GET DOWN!" A thin arm reached out, futilely trying to grab at another slim figure sprinting out of the shadows. There was a moment of silence, all bracing for the inevitable. They were not disappointed. In a few small explosions, a dozen foot-soldiers sent shrapnel and laser-loaded devices flying to one side of the large room, momentarily capturing the attention of the three remaining men pinned down there. They wasted no time in returning fire on opposing man and machine alike. Like always, if it was their fate to go to the afterlife from here, they would make it certain that they would not be lonely on the trip.
There had been many Rebellion endeavors to get to this point, and just as many failures. This time, even if it meant death or worse, that damnable Time Monkey was leaving Shego's possession. When Kim has insisted on going tête-à-tête with Shego herself, most thought it a suicide mission. Everyone did, in fact- including the company of men she held with her at the moment. But the puppy-pout had never yet failed to bring around the sympathies of one Ron Stoppable, and ever since the dramatic events that brought about the end of the Kimminator (Kimminator-Mark 6, as everyone was so often reminded), the twins Tim and Jim refused to be left out of any mission promising violence-laden action.
Suddenly, an angry, powerful voice overshadowed the din the grand room.
"SHEGO!!" Enemy and ally were frozen by the commanding presence of Kim Possible.
The battle raging at the end of the hall forgotten; everyone turned their attention to two solitary figures. Though uncomfortably shocked, Shego maintained her air of superiority with familiar ease.
"Kimmie. Good to see you. Have you lost weight since the last time we got together?"
If death by glare were within the realm of human possibility, a lot of problems would be solved in this instant. However, the cruel stirrings of reality allowed the green and black clad she-demon to keep her life this day.
"Die, bitch."
"Tsk, tsk. This is so unlike you, Kimmie. Is this the type of language you would have used around little ones? You ought to be glad that you lost the ba-" Kim Possible forwent a standard reply and instead dealt Shego a swift heel to the chin. If she had been thinking clearly, a quick jab with the stun gun and clean, fatality free getaway complete with time monkey would have followed. Instead, Kim wanted blood.
Red stains on her archenemy, instead of the hideous green and black.
Red, like she imagined her daughter's hair would have been.
Red.
And by God, she would have it.
The ensuing fight would have gone down in the annuls of history as perhaps the most heated, if not the most technically sound, brawl between rivals if anyone had been there to witness it. Despite the mastery of martial arts both possessed, the fight quickly degenerated into little more than reflex hits and hair pulling. It would be the last time that Shego would be caught off guard; from this day forth no mission into her stronghold would ever produce a survivor, let alone a victory. For her part, Kim was far too emotionally distraught to even think clearly, but her intent was more than clear.
Death to the enemy.
Tim was the first to clear the heavily smoking remains of the battle at the far end of the hall. Jim, as usual, was not far behind. Eyes watering and throats clogged, they leaned against each other to catch their breath, while waiting anxiously for the third member of their party to clear the now quite battlefield.
"Ugh..HOW many times do we have to go over this? Stop throwing bombs at me!" Ron Stoppable, in all his grime-covered glory, appeared in the thin wafts of remaining haze looking worse for the wear- his pants and armor all but incinerated.
"Sorry." "Won't happen again." The simultaneous apologies were entirely lacking in sincerity.
"It's just that all the bots always seem to swarm around you..." "And you make the best target to hit all of them at once." "Whatever. Just hand me my pants before this ends up on the news again." "Hoosha!" That being said, the three men quickly ran to join the skirmish on the other side of the hall.
Excessive violence had never been Kim Possible's MO, but by the time Tim, Jim, and Ron reached her, she was sitting on the prone dictator and pummeling her into gory oblivion. Tears streamed down her face as various expletives were launched.
And Shego was laughing.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Each sentenced was punctuated by another fist to the temple.
"You just don't get it, do you Kimmie? You think you and your sidekick, or the wonder twins over there will ever be able to really defeat me? Anytime you do, I'll just go back and change it, moron."
"Not if you're dead."
Prologue- A Brief Glimpse Into the Future
Shegoton, 2015 A.D.
Four figures crept lowly through the dim hallway. Though all of them noticed, no one commented on the fact that they had been breathing less and less with each step. As the group entered the grand throne room of the Supreme One herself, each of them stopped breathing altogether. Though the massive size and grandeur of the space had awestruck many before, it was for a quite different reason that this group remained silent.
They were so close. "Oh so close," Each one thought, "Please, God, just let us get a little farther..."
But it was not to be. Before anyone could say "What the hell?" a monitor- bot gave the tell-tale shriek of alert. One of the Rebels looked up, mentally calculating her odds of survival. Perhaps if she ran the next ten yards, then veered left and hit the ground in a roll, she could still reach the...
"Get down, dammit!"
"I can get a clear shot! I have to go NOW. Cover me!"
"Okay, I don't really need to say how crazy you sound right now, right? Dammit, KP, GET DOWN!" A thin arm reached out, futilely trying to grab at another slim figure sprinting out of the shadows. There was a moment of silence, all bracing for the inevitable. They were not disappointed. In a few small explosions, a dozen foot-soldiers sent shrapnel and laser-loaded devices flying to one side of the large room, momentarily capturing the attention of the three remaining men pinned down there. They wasted no time in returning fire on opposing man and machine alike. Like always, if it was their fate to go to the afterlife from here, they would make it certain that they would not be lonely on the trip.
There had been many Rebellion endeavors to get to this point, and just as many failures. This time, even if it meant death or worse, that damnable Time Monkey was leaving Shego's possession. When Kim has insisted on going tête-à-tête with Shego herself, most thought it a suicide mission. Everyone did, in fact- including the company of men she held with her at the moment. But the puppy-pout had never yet failed to bring around the sympathies of one Ron Stoppable, and ever since the dramatic events that brought about the end of the Kimminator (Kimminator-Mark 6, as everyone was so often reminded), the twins Tim and Jim refused to be left out of any mission promising violence-laden action.
Suddenly, an angry, powerful voice overshadowed the din the grand room.
"SHEGO!!" Enemy and ally were frozen by the commanding presence of Kim Possible.
The battle raging at the end of the hall forgotten; everyone turned their attention to two solitary figures. Though uncomfortably shocked, Shego maintained her air of superiority with familiar ease.
"Kimmie. Good to see you. Have you lost weight since the last time we got together?"
If death by glare were within the realm of human possibility, a lot of problems would be solved in this instant. However, the cruel stirrings of reality allowed the green and black clad she-demon to keep her life this day.
"Die, bitch."
"Tsk, tsk. This is so unlike you, Kimmie. Is this the type of language you would have used around little ones? You ought to be glad that you lost the ba-" Kim Possible forwent a standard reply and instead dealt Shego a swift heel to the chin. If she had been thinking clearly, a quick jab with the stun gun and clean, fatality free getaway complete with time monkey would have followed. Instead, Kim wanted blood.
Red stains on her archenemy, instead of the hideous green and black.
Red, like she imagined her daughter's hair would have been.
Red.
And by God, she would have it.
The ensuing fight would have gone down in the annuls of history as perhaps the most heated, if not the most technically sound, brawl between rivals if anyone had been there to witness it. Despite the mastery of martial arts both possessed, the fight quickly degenerated into little more than reflex hits and hair pulling. It would be the last time that Shego would be caught off guard; from this day forth no mission into her stronghold would ever produce a survivor, let alone a victory. For her part, Kim was far too emotionally distraught to even think clearly, but her intent was more than clear.
Death to the enemy.
Tim was the first to clear the heavily smoking remains of the battle at the far end of the hall. Jim, as usual, was not far behind. Eyes watering and throats clogged, they leaned against each other to catch their breath, while waiting anxiously for the third member of their party to clear the now quite battlefield.
"Ugh..HOW many times do we have to go over this? Stop throwing bombs at me!" Ron Stoppable, in all his grime-covered glory, appeared in the thin wafts of remaining haze looking worse for the wear- his pants and armor all but incinerated.
"Sorry." "Won't happen again." The simultaneous apologies were entirely lacking in sincerity.
"It's just that all the bots always seem to swarm around you..." "And you make the best target to hit all of them at once." "Whatever. Just hand me my pants before this ends up on the news again." "Hoosha!" That being said, the three men quickly ran to join the skirmish on the other side of the hall.
Excessive violence had never been Kim Possible's MO, but by the time Tim, Jim, and Ron reached her, she was sitting on the prone dictator and pummeling her into gory oblivion. Tears streamed down her face as various expletives were launched.
And Shego was laughing.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Each sentenced was punctuated by another fist to the temple.
"You just don't get it, do you Kimmie? You think you and your sidekick, or the wonder twins over there will ever be able to really defeat me? Anytime you do, I'll just go back and change it, moron."
"Not if you're dead."