A/N: This is a re-write of my original story, After All This Time. A few of the chapters, such as this first one, will go unchanged, but I will be adding some detail to others to give you a little more insight on why some of the characters did what they did in preparation for a crossover fanfic I will be co-writing soon with Stormchaser90 (be sure to read his story Kim Possible: So The Vengeance, it's amazing!). So if you're new to this fanfic, enjoy the story, but if you've read it before, then enjoy the 're-model'! I'll be posting a few chapters at a time, as most of the content will go unchanged, but a bunch will be added. And I might go back and change things here and there as I continue to re-write the other chapters, but I'll let you know that when I get to it in one of the Author's Notes of future chapters. So feel free to R/R!

SUMMARY: Krista Ruthie Moore has spent her whole life doing what she loves: helping people. It always makes her feel good. But why, after one night, does she feel strange? And what do Drakken and Shego have to do with it? Set after Graduation. K/R.

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 Moore is my OC. If you want to use her, please ask.

After All This Time

Chapter 1: 11 Years Ago…

2 A.M., December 18

Rain poured down on the empty Wyoming street. It was the middle of the night, yet one lone car drove carefully through the downpour, a specific destination in mind. Two blocks later, the car pulled over to the curb, the lights turned off, and two figures emerged from the front seat, wearing nothing but black. One of them opened the back door, and carefully removed a basket with blankets covering the bottom. The other removed a small bundle.

The two carefully walked up to the door of 'The Cheyenne Home for Children' and placed the basket on the floor, under the awning and out of the rain. The little bundle was gently placed on top of the blankets. The couple stayed a moment longer, then rang the bell and ran off. The car was quickly started, and the two disappeared around the corner.

Not five seconds later, the front door opened. A lady in her mid-thirties looked around outside, then looked down at the basket on her doorstep. Though she had seen babies left in the night many times before, this time seemed different. Attached to the top of the basket was a note and a birth certificate.

Her name is Krista Ruthie. Please place her with a good, loving family, and let her know we love her so much, but we had to let her go.

The birth certificate was strange thought. The name was filled out, other than the last name, along with the date of birth, but the mother and father spots were empty. The lady, Mrs. Wilson, looked at the bottom of the note. There was something else written.

Please have the couple who adopts her fill out their names on the certificate.

Mrs. Wilson put the two pieces of paper in her pocket and picked the baby up from the basket. She was asleep, but she was the most beautiful baby she had ever seen. Mrs. Wilson took the basket and the baby inside, absolutely sure that this was one child they wouldn't have a problem getting adopted.

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-LP99