A/N: After a request, I've decided to make a sequel to After All This Time. As promised, I will be doing a rewrite to that story soon. I'm going to try to do something a little darker in this story (as well as working on writing fight scenes, so if anyone has any advice, that would be great). I hope you enjoy this and be sure to review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible. It belongs to Disney and its creators. If it was in the show, I don't own it. I am not doing this for money, only for fun and practice.

Claimer: Krista Ruthie Stoppable is my OC. If you want to use her, please ask.

After All This Time: Revenge

Prologue

The room exploded into a firework show, then ignited into bright, flickering orange flame. Krista Ruthie Stoppable looked around the room, panicking. The flames surrounded her. There was no way out. Suddenly, the orange flames turned into all-too-familiar bright green flames.

This can't be happening, Krista thought to herself. A cackle-like laugh echoed throughout the space. Krista whirled around to face the source, but didn't find the person whom she was expecting to see.

Thomas Benjamin Moore stood before her, the man she had thought was her father, but instead was her kidnapper. Krista stared, frightened, into his wild eyes. His fists were balled by his side, and he had a psychotic-looking smile spread across his face. The green flames licked at his clothes, but they didn't catch fire.

"Krista Ruthie Moore, get over here now!" he screamed. Krista tried to move, but her legs felt like they were full of lead, and she was rooted to her place.

"I said come here!" Thomas lashed out, punching the side of her face. Krista fell to the ground, and felt tears pricking her eyelids. Three more people joined Thomas's side: Andrea Loraine Moore, Thomas's wife; Dr. Drakken, her second kidnapper; and his sidekick, Shego. All four laughed at her pain.

"Stop laughing at me," Krista whispered. If anything, the laughing got louder.

"I said stop!"

The walls began closing in, and the four villains before her approached slowly. The flames began to engulf her, cutting off all oxygen and suffocating her.

"No! No! Ahh!"

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"No! No! Ahh!"

Kim Possible Stoppable sat up in bed, wide-awake and alert at the sound of her daughter's scream. She pushed back the covers and quickly ran down the hallway to her daughter's room, where she found Krista scrunched back against the headboard of her bed, hugging her knees tightly to her chest.

Kim approached her slowly. "Krista?"

"No! Stay away! Ahh!" Krista was screaming. Kim was now right next to her daughter. She sat down on the bed and gently removed Krista's arms from around her knees. Krista tried to fight her off in her sleep.

"Krista, it's alright. I'm right here," Kim whispered. After a few seconds, Krista's eyes popped open. Breathlessly, she looked around the room. There were no flames, and no villains. She was in her own bed, in her own room, in her own house. Her eyes darted back to Kim, and recognition flashed across her face. She collapsed into her mother's arms, sobs wracking her body. Kim hugged her daughter tightly, gently stroking her hair.

"Another bad dream?" Kim asked her sobbing daughter. Krista nodded.

"What was it about this time?" Kim asked, knowing the answer before Krista even said it.

"The same."

A moment later, Ron Stoppable appeared in the doorway. "The bad dream again?"

His wife nodded, still hugging their child closely. Ron went and knelt next to his daughter's bedside, rubbing her back comfortingly.

"It's alright, Krista. You're safe with us," he said quietly. For two months now, she had been having the bad dreams. Ever since her "adoptive" parents were arrested – they had kidnapped her when she was only a few hours old, taking her away from Kim and Ron to ruin their life for ruining Andrea's sister's life. She had been kidnapped again that day, not by Thomas and Andrea, but by her real parents' old foes, Dr. Drakken and Shego, who had intended to hold her for ransom. The whole thing scared her – especially the part where Shego had tried to basically kill her and Thomas had hit her, which he had never done before. It made her feel silly and vulnerable. She was eleven-years-old, she shouldn't be afraid of bad dreams anymore. Yet here she was, making a fool of herself in front of the parents she'd only known for two short months. She felt pathetic.

Krista sniffled and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry. I probably sound like a baby."

"No, of course not!" Kim said, shocked that Krista would even think that. "Krista, you went through something no one your age should go through. You handled it really well, but sometimes your subconscious can take those situations and twist them into something different – something scarier. We don't think you're a baby." Krista tried to smile, to believe that, but on the inside, she felt it wasn't true. Though Thomas and Andrea had kidnapped her, they hadn't really done anything horrible to her. Really, it was just the opposite. They had given her a beautiful room, gymnastics lessons, anything she ever wanted. But it was what was underneath that that scared her. How long would they have kept that up? What if they had gotten suspicious beforehand, and done something drastic, something that hurt her? What if she'd never made it out of that villain's lair alive?

Krista wiped her eyes again and sat back in her bed, looking down at her plush Cuddle Buddie Pandaroo that her old best friend, Chelsea Williams, had given her for Christmas this year. Chelsea had been the one thing that was hard to leave behind back when she was living with Thomas and Andrea in Cheyenne, Wyoming. They still talked sometimes, but not as often as before.

"Are you okay?" Kim asked.

"Yeah," Krista replied. "Thanks." Kim smiled and kissed her daughter on the forehead.

"Try to get some more sleep," she said. She headed out of the room, Ron right behind her. He started to shut the door.

"Goodnight, Kiddo," he said, then closed it completely. Krista half-smiled at her father's nickname for her. She lay awake for a long time. Usually, after the bad dreams, she wouldn't be able to fall back asleep until the sun came up. Finally, at around seven in the morning, four hours after she had woken up, she fell back asleep.

A/N: Just the prologue. I'm planning for the chapters to be between two- and three- thousand words. Please review! Thanks!

-LP99