Prologue

"Name," The husky voice ordered, breaking her solemn reverie if only for a minute.

"Kim P-," She was instantly cut off by his voice again and he didn't sound like he was in the mood for games. That was too bad, she liked games.

"Full name."

"Kimberly Lilly Marie Possible," She squelched, if squelched was a word; which in this case she doubted highly, at her middle names. She hated them, both of them, but there were things she hated far more these days, "I'm here to see-"

"Miss Possible," This time the voice was different. Kim looking up from the decidedly most interesting spot on the floor just in time to see Professor Hideo appear from what she had previously believed to be a solid wall. Hideo didn't do much cutting edge research for the government, mostly second tier stuff like molecular phasing and particle morphing, but he did pay extremely well and it was an excuse to get out of the house. Either of those alone was probably reason enough to take his request.

"I'm sorry for the security measures," Hideo dislodged himself from an impromptu hug of her form his lab coat rustling in the imaginary breeze. The man looked aged from the last time she had seen him. It wasn't that he was older, but his eyes just looked aged, like the world had taken the wind out of his sails. Kim snapped for a moment, realizing she was projecting her feelings again. Everyone was aged these days, they all felt it, but not everyone simply felt like giving up like she did, "But, we are this close to having a major breakthrough. It's all very exciting."

They continued down several pseudo-corridors for quite some time, Hideo rambling on about something or other. Kim was vaguely aware of words like 'time-space anomaly' and 'quantum sinkhole'. She could even, if she listened hard enough, recognize the sound of her voice replying to everything that the doctor spit out of his mouth. But, the major part of her was trapped, as always, within her own mind. She continually played those days back in her head like some kind of home movie. One day the projector would break, she absolved herself of that reality, everything always broke eventually.

Then, almost without warning, they were in a large room. The walls shone with some kind of white reflective coating and in the center was a large pedestal, the kind you always expected to see holding the most important valuable thing. This time was no different. On top rested the 'doohickey'. Kim had resolved to call it that because she couldn't remember a word of what Hideo had actually said about it, not that it mattered at all. The job was simple, the bad guys wanted the doohickey and she would protect it from them. Simple, straight forward and a perfect mind numbing distraction.

"You have no idea how much this means to us," Hideo gave her another full body hug that she made no attempt to return. When had the doddering old professor become so clingy? She wasn't sure, maybe he just seemed more clingy these days even if nothing had changed. Maybe it was something to do with the doohickey she honestly didn't care about. Maybe, "It will just be for a couple of days until we can get it online, but I know the security staff feels much better with you on the job."

Right. In her mind she was already giggling inanely at that comment. It was like the rest of the world still somehow believed she was the girl who could do anything. Every single person in the world still held out hope except for her. She was well aware of the short sightedness of that point of view.

Two days, she reminded herself that she would only be in this room for two days. It wasn't like she had any better place to be, but the perfectly uniform and starkly white walls were just not distracting enough. She sunk into what she deemed was a corner, curling her legs up into her chest and stared.

Kim wasn't sure how long she had been staring. It felt like hours and her mind had certainly gone through enough topics. Her new and pure black cargo pants were distracting for the first bit, she remembered the old days when they had been brown. Only, she wasn't in much of a brown mood these days. It was probably something to do with having your entire life ripped out from under you. Afterwards it was her hair, and all the effort she went through to maintain the color and texture. Sometimes it felt like that was the last thing that connected her to 'Kim Possible'. Without the trademark flaming red hair, no matter how hard it was to keep up, she almost felt like she didn't deserve to go by that name any more.

Finally, as it always did, her mind came around to her penultimate topic. That day, that day she lost everything. She was playing through the day for the fourth time when her mind suddenly went whitewash. Well, the entire world did really. By the time her eyes finally adjusted and the shapes in the room sorted themselves out he was standing right next to the pedestal. There was a ridiculous grin plastered along his face, a strange boxy device in one hand and a slightly singed white lab coat covering his traditional blue.

"Kim Possible," Kim cringed at the name, half hoping he would have just vaporized her instantly. The usage of her name meant only one thing, he was going to make her suffer and he would enjoy every minute of it. It took a good few seconds for a few things to settle into her mind. This wasn't Drakken the way she was used to him. His normally vibrant blue face was visibly dulled and marred by wrinkles and pot marks. His hair, only unruly and jet black had dusted with some unknown age and looked properly tamed for once. Who was this Drakken that stood before her, "It is time."

"Time for what," Kim asked incredulously, not even bothering to rise to her feet. What did it matter, she was sure she was as good as dead. The memory of that day still burned into her mind, "Look, if you want to doohickey, just take it. Or, kill me and take it. Not like I can stop you either way."

Drakken, or 'Papa Drakken' as Kim was currently calling him in her mind, opened his mouth, then closed it, then repeated the process for several sets until he finally regained the ability to speak. He looked none too happy by her response, "No, no, no, no...This isn't right. Where's that Kim Possible, I can do anything attitude? Where's the Joie de vivre I remember?"

"Look Drakken, I don't know what Joie de vivre you remember. But, you pretty much destroyed mine the day you killed everyone I care about and made me watch. So, whatever your game is, can you just get it over with?"

"Oh goodie," Papa Drakken looked visibly annoyed. Good, Kim wasn't going to play into his twisted mind games. He could kill her right here and now and then she would be back with everyone again, "The first one I get is broken. Oh well, no matter. You need to come with me anyway."

Kim wasn't sure what it was. Maybe it was the outstretched hand. Or, it could have been the Papa Drakken look. It could have been the almost pleading look in his eyes. Whatever it was, it convinced her to finally rise to her trembling feet and walk over to him. The last time anyone in that world would see Kimberly Lilly Marie Possible would be the moment when she grabbed Doctor Drakken's hand and they both vanished from the face of the Earth.

It would be plastered all of the news for weeks to come. It was all very ego stroking for a very different Doctor Drakken. All the stories about how he had tricked the last remaining hero on the planet and absconded with her. So many theories about the horrible things he was doing to her. Of course, this Drakken didn't have the faintest clue what on earth they were talking about. He would wonder where this counterpart came from, if only briefly. Of course, he was scheduling to have Earth renamed to Drakken World next week.

A/N: Confused? Yeah, I can only guess. Don't worry, as far as Prologues go, this one is fairly inconsequential. Though, this whole thing may get more confusing as we go, rather than less (The whole reason I'm going to be uploading a few chapters at the start).

My best non-spoiler advice is simply to pay attention to the middle names and not think too much. Spoiler advice might come up after we get a little further in, only if people are asking for it