Chapter 1: Thrown for a Loop

Shego

This dank and isolated lair is the epitome of despair. What the hell possessed Dr. D to such a morose environment for his latest scheme? How can something like this be conducive to a thinking mind!? I'm pretty sure my own brain cells are dying from toxic overload due to the rapid mold and mildew growth alone.

"And with this new invention, I shall finally be rid of Kim Possible, once and for all! Mwahaha!" Drakken's evil laugh makes me sigh heavily. God, he gives me such a fucking headache. I suppose I should have actually listened to this rant, considering it's not like most of his other shit.

I sigh a tad overdramatically. I think I'm going to wind up regretting this. "What was that, Dr. D?" I wince as he stops mid laugh. "That glare won't won't on me, so just stop with the stupid rant and tell me the finer points of how this piece of shit will work."

He scoff and looks up from the piece of metal that he's welding to a weird ring thing in from of an even weirder ray gun looking thingy. "You know, Shego, I do pay you."

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, Doc, and I really give a shit. Run it by me again, but keep it brief." I wave my hand impatiently in front of me.

He scowls rather stupidly, his face sagging rather unfortunately. "Words hurt, Shego." He snaps out of his unnatural funk almost immediately to start with his technical garble. "This is an adaptation of the Pan-Dimensional Vortex Inducer!"

I hold up my hand to stop him. "Whoa. Didn't we already try to steal that? Won't it fucking implode if activated?" I stand up slowly and light up one hand and wave it in front of me menacingly. "What the fuck are you doing with it here?"

He gulps and backs up in fear. "Well, I, uh, procured it from an undisclosed black market deal because no one else could figure out what it does. So, when I saw it, I automatically thought of that strange invention that Justine Flanner made that one time. You know, the one that opened that dimensional rift. So, I found a way to circumvent the impending disaster that could possibly rip through space and time and kill us all." He laughs nervously, fidgeting with the device in front of him. "If my calculations are correct, then the machine will divert the energy that forces an implosion and routes it through an energy conductor to the dimensional rift generator, simultaneously opening a tear in space and time that will not kill us but instead send Kim Possible to another dimension!"

I rub my temples, trying to dispel the headache that his voice gives me. "So, it's a portal."

He raise his hand to protest before shaking his head and looking at the floor. In a small voice, I hear, "I, I, yes. Yes, it is." He pouts. "Must you ruin such a perfectly technical explanation?"

I smirk at him, cocking my hip to the side. "Yes." Turning to leave, I look over my shoulder. "Call me when it's done, or when Possible shows up." Sauntering out, I find that I have positively nothing to do but file my nails and wait for Kimmie to show up. God, why did I take this job again? At least this is better than listening to Drakken rant for hours on end. I shudder at the torture I'd saved myself and pull out my nail file. "Thank God I can just leave."

Kim

God dang it. If he doesn't hurry up, there's no way he'll make the ride in time, and I'd rather not have to hold up the pilot's life just for his bumbling tardiness. "Ron!" I yell at him as we climb into the helicopter. We just got done with a mission to investigate the disappearance of that Pan-Dimensional Vortex Inducer. Again. Today, though, there were no leads, no evidence, and definitely no footage of anything remotely suspicious.

Ron sits in the seat beside me. "What? All I'm sayin' is the this points straight to Drakken. I mean, who else would steal something proven to implode on you?" Ron says as he straightens up in his seat and puts on the special com helmet.

I shake my head. "Be that as it may, we can't just…" I'm interrupted by the Kimmunicator's signature Beep-Beep-Be-Beep. I pull it out of my pocket. "What's the sitch, Wade?"

The boy's face lights up the screen. "There have been immense power surges at a seemingly abandoned facility owned by Hench Co." His voice unexpectedly routes through my headset.

"Hench?" My brow furrows in confusion.

Wade shakes his head. "It's apparently a timeshare lair, and, according to Hench records, it's Drakken's scheduled time."

"A-booyah! Totally knew it was Drakken!" Ron's voice screeches through my ears, making me cringe.

I scowl at him. Sometimes, I wish that he didn't have to come on missions, but then I remember all the times that he saved me with some of his asinine ideas. "Ron, I'd rather not go deaf. Please and thank you."

He sinks into his seat in dejection. "Eh-he. Sorry, KP."

I sigh and turn my attention back toward the screen. "Are the surges and theft connected?"

Wade's fingers deftly dance across his keyboard. "It seems that there are energy frequencies parallel to that of the PVI. It seems that Drakken has some kind of machine that can work on the same signatures as it. So, I'm going to say that it's a safe bet it's him."

I take a deep breath. I guess I was expecting it. I haven't seen hide nor hair of Shego in too long for this not to be too terribly surprising, especially after the whole El Diablo incident. "Alright, Wade. What's the destination so I can give them to the pilot."

Wade laughs nervously. "Actually, you better have him drop you off at the airport. I have a ride set up to take you to Ireland."

My eyes narrow at the boy genius. "It's in Ireland?"

"Yeah. It's kind of a few miles off the coast, really." He takes a drink of the gigantic drink he always seems to have.

"So, the airport?" When Wade nods his affirmation, I smile. "You rock, Wade."

He rubs his fingernails on his shirt, a proud smirk on his face. "I know." The video feed cuts out, and I give a reluctant sigh. This better be worth it.

Later: Kim

"Your drop zone is coming up, Ms. Possible." The man in the copilot seat tells me. I double check my rigging and straps before going to the open door.

I take a deep breath, a bright and anticipatory smile on my face. "Thanks for the ride."

"No problem. I got the money to blow. So, I thought, why not help save the world? It's something to cross of my bucket list." He smiles at me as I prepare to jump. "Happy falling, and a safe landing, Ms. Possible." I brace myself and push off, Ron right behind me.

This is one of the most exhilarating things about this whole world saving stuff. The freefall, the sense of freedom, the adrenaline rush is pure ecstasy in my veins. The white noise of the wind calms my nerves, countering the excessive beating of my heart. I count down and gesture for Ron to pull his 'chute with me. A small thumbs up is the only answer I receive before my parachute snaps open and forcefully tugs at my torso and shoulders. I oomph and grunt at the sensation before guiding myself to a stop on the rocks.

My initial stance makes my feet slip on the moss and water coating the rocks of the small island off of the coast of Ireland. The moisture in the air is thick, almost tangible, and I don't mean fog. I hear a slight splash and shake my head. "Ron, we're supposed to be sneaky."

He comes up beside me, shaking water off himself. "Sorry, KP. I got kinda distracted." He rubs the back of his neck and lets loose a nervous chuckle.

I just roll my eyes at him, ignoring his mumbles comment about how my Kim-ness has kicked in. We make our way slowly across the tiny island almost completely comprised of giant rocks toward the small, warehouse looking lair made of stone. When we reached the side of the building, I look around, confused.

"This is a trap." Ron whispers to me.

I furrow my brow and look at him. "What makes you say that?"

He scoffs and gestures around us. "There's no lasers, dark pits, sharks, or any other death traps. Not to mention, do you see Shego anywhere?"

"Ah. I see what you mean." I look around at the defenses of the lair and see the laser cannons, but not a single one of them are activated.

Ron scratches his head. "Does that make it a trap trap?"

I facepalm. "So, it's a trap. Okay. How do we get in?"

Ron freezes. "What?! We're still going in?"

I flick him on the forehead. "Trap or not, we have to get the Pan-Dimensional Vortex Inducer back. Come on. We have to get in." I find a ventilation system, and we start to slowly make our way to Drakken and Shego.

Shego

I can't help but laugh to myself as I watch the Buffoon get flicked on the forehead. A frustrated Kimmie is a funny Kimmie. With a small shake of my head, I slowly dog the small group, bypassing the vents and just watching, and hearing, their progress. Stoppable really can't do quiet, can he? The grate ahead of me is kicked out, and I take to the shadows. Princess pops out of the opening gracefully, with the idiot getting stuck. Slowly, I walk toward the two, getting right behind Kim, just where I can whisper in her ear. "It's a trap alright, princess."

I backflip out of the way in time to avoid an elbow to the gut. This is definitely what I needed today, a heady jolt of adrenaline and challenge. "If it's a trap, why are you telling us?"

I laugh at her adjusted Ginga stance. "Capoeira, Pumpkin? When did you have time to learn that?" She lunges at me, sparking the exhilarating and dangerous pseudo-sparring match that we have. "Are we dancing, now, Cupcake?"

I use her momentum against her, prompting her to lose her footing and go rolling, forcing her to land in a crouch. "Of course you know Capoeira. Where'd you study?"

Scoffing, I bring my foot around in a spinning kick, which she responds with by throwing up her forearm and pushing it away. "Brazil, doy!" She punches, and I dodge, but she backflips at the last second, landing with enough impetus to throw a roundhouse to my chest, making me lose my balance and go flying into the wall right beside a strange light that starts to expand. I guess I just found the portal, huh.

She runs up to me, trying to catch me off guard. "When did you even have time?" The curiosity shines in her olive eyes, and I use that small distraction to my advantage and sweep her feet from under her.

The air is knocked from her when she lands, and I straddle her. I hold her hands above her head as she gasps for breath. "Oh, poor Kimmie. Outta breath and outta luck, huh." I light my hand to a very dull heat and start to bring my hand to her face. That defiant look in her eyes just make this all the sweeter, and I smile.

"I'm comin', KP." That asinine fucking idiot breaks my concentration by plowing into the two of us. I still have ahold of Kimmie as I roll to the side. The Buffoon hit me hard enough to send the both of us halfway across the room.

My eyes widen, and I curse my fucking luck. "God damn it!" We roll right through the portal, and everything goes black.

A/N: Welp, this is a thing that I've had in my back pocket for a while now, and it's an ongoing process. I'm not quite stuck yet, and I know what's going to happen to a certain point. It's an interesting concept, this, and I know the whole inter-dimensional travel thing has been done before, but I haven't found anything remotely like this in the crossover section for RWBY. I just had the idea pop into my head one day when I was reading a Kim Possible fanfiction. What would happen if Kim and Shego were to meet Team JNPR. Don't ask me why JNPR... I have a friend that's obsessed with Jaune, and he happens to also be my idea guy, so JNPR it was decided.

So, um, I hope you liked it. Follow, Favorite, and Review. I'd like to know what you think and maybe even some scenarios to throw in in the future.