Kim Possible & Ron Stoppable

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From the dawn of time we came, moving silently among you down through the centuries. Living many secret lives.

Struggling to reach the time of The Gathering, when those of us that remain will battle to the last.

No one has ever known we were among you, until now.

Strike of a Blade

Middleton was a nice place to live in. Most of the time, it was almost the perfect place to live. In the dark streets of Middleton, one man stood in the parking garage of a near by shopping mall, waiting for someone. He had received a strange letter telling him that if he wanted his secret to remain safe, he would be here with ten thousand dollars. The man was Jack Hench, owner and C.E.O of Hench Co. They were known for developing and creating weaponry and other things for both law enforcement and would-be dictator's. He used his large fortune to keep him out of the court systems, and the cross hairs of assassins from failed dictators. Of course, last time someone had tried to black mail him ended up becoming his latest lab rat. Too bad the experiment wasn't any good. He wondered how that guy felt with his face almost burned off?

That's when he felt something, almost like a buzzing in his head, along with some sort of chill going down his spine. He hadn't felt anything like that in years.

"I see you at least had the guts to show up." A voice, almost sounding like a growl, sounded from a near by corner.

"I don't take kindly to black mail, sir. I'm sure we can reach an agreement of some sort." Jack said as he activated the stunner that was built inside the brief case he was holding.

"It's simple. I want your head as retribution." The voice said, as the shadow covered figured drew something from behind his back. With what little light that was shinning on him, Jack instantly saw that the figure had drawn a sword from his back.

"Just who the hell are you?" Jack asked as he pulled out a Talido broadsword from underneath his long trench coat.

"Oh, I'm hurt Jack. You don't remember old friends? Especially ones you left for dead after a botched business deal?" the figure said and stepped out of the shadows.

"YOU! How the hell are you still alive?" Jack asked as shock and panic gripped his entire body.

"I have my ways, Jack. Are should I call you Joshua Heratio. After all, that was the name you went by when you set me up for the deaths your little invention caused!" the man said, his rage growing with every word.

"That was years ago, another me! I'm sure there's some way we can work this out." he told the man as he held his sword ready for a fight.

"There isn't anyway you can use your money to back your ass out this time! Let's see if all those lessons were any help to you."

The figure roared and made a hacking swing for Jack Hench, with Jack barley dodging the blow. Jack used what knowledge of sword fighting he knew to block a few of the other blows, and was able to give the figure a cut across his chest. The figure touched the wound, and cracked a smile when he saw blood on his fingers.

"Very impressive, Jack. Too bad it's not enough." the figure said and attacked again.

Hench was able to block two more blows before he felt the blade of the dark figure's sword pierce into his sternum, piercing through his ribcage and exiting through his right shoulder blade! The figure just had a sickening smile as he slowly withdrew the blade and listened to Jack cry out from the pain.

Jack fell to his knees when the blade was withdrawn from his body, feeling his blood spill down his skin as his clothes started turning red. He had a copper taste in his mouth, realizing that the sword had pierced a lung. He looked up into the face of his attacker, as the blood stained sword shimmered in the lights of the parking garage.

"W-why?" he asked his attacker.

"You should know better than that! This is the way we live! And this is for leaving me to die in that Vietnam jungle. THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!" the figure shouted as he raised his sword, and brought it down on Jack Hench.

Jack's body fell to the ground, a few seconds after his head fell and rolled five feet from the figure. The figure braced himself and held onto his sword with a vice like grip as energy started to form around Jack's neck. It crawled from the corpse, crawling along the floor as it searched for its target. Soon, it latched itself onto the figure and started crawling over him and passing through him! The figure yelled in great pain as the energy flooded him, and shot itself around the garage.

Car engines exploded as the glass windows in them shattered. Fuse boxes and lamps overloaded and exploded, mass destruction being caused by the energy. The figure continued to yell in great pain as destruction continued all around him. In an instant, it all stopped. The figure fell to his hands and knees, trying to regain his breath from the ordeal. He knew he only had minutes and ran from the scene of chaos; cleaning his blade and hiding it in his coat as he did. He had to leave and wait. He needed his wits and strength about him. Now, the Gathering was at hand.


Kim Possible, the girl who can do anything, woke up not wanting to do jack. Right now, her heart was still mending from her break up with Ron. They had dated for four months, but they just couldn't get the chemistry right. They had strong feelings for each other, but why couldn't they get it to work? Who was she kidding? She knew why. They saw each other too much as brother and sister. They knew it, and decided to just go back to being friends. That was two months ago. Even though they mutually broke up, it still felt horrible. Who knows, maybe she'll find someone someday.

That's when she heard the four familiar beeps that could get her mind off of her current situation. She reached for her Kimmunicator and saw the familiar face of her super genius friend Wade appear on the screen.

"What's the Sitch?" Kim asked him.

"I've got some weird news. Jack Hench was found murdered a few hours ago." Wade told her.

"Murdered? Wow, I guess he finally ticked off the wrong villain." Kim told him.

"Obviously. He was found decapitated!" he told her.

"Eww, so don't need the details." she told him, wincing at what she heard.

"Sorry Kim, but you do. Global Justice wants you and Ron on the case. It looks like they want to see if you're really GJ material." Wade told her.

Kim shivered a little bit at the thought of seeing a dead body.

"Get Ron, and tell him what's going on. Got transportation ready?" she asked him.

"On its way. You know, you should use the PDP face on your parents to get yourself a car." Wade told her.

"I've already tried it, they're immune. Thanks Wade." Kim said and started to pull out her mission clothes.


Kim and Ron walked to the fourth level of the parking garage to see police tape, cops, and CSI's already swarming over the area. Thanks to Wade and Global Justice, they were able to slip through the police tape with ease. Kim scanned the area, and cringed when she saw two sheets. Under one sheet was a large lump, and a smaller lump under the other. Both sheets had a fairly large red stain on them.

"Are you going to be okay, KP?" Ron asked his best friend.

"Maybe as long as I don't see what's under those sheets." Kim told him.

"Good, cause I'm going to lose it!" Ron said as he ducked under the tape, and was greeted with the Southwestern omelet he had for breakfast that morning.

Kim looked to see a man in his mid forties looking over the area; she guessed he was the man in charge.

"Sir, I'm Kim Possible. Global Justice sent me here to help your case." She told the man and showed a special ID badge that Global Justice had sent her.

"We were wondering when you would get here. I'm Commissioner Garfield. I just handed the case to one of my homicide detectives; you can talk to him about this. There he is over there, the one in the jacket." The man said and pointed to a lone figure who was talking to one of the crime scene investigators.

He was about six foot even, with black hair that went to the base of his neck. He wore an old brown leather jacket, a black shirt, and a pair of old blue jeans. He wore wire framed sun glasses as he chewed on a toothpick. Around his neck was a silver chain that his gold badge hung from. Kim walked toward him, tapping his shoulder to get his attention.

"Can I help you with something?" he asked her.

"My name is Kim Possible, Global Justice sent me." She said to him as she showed him her ID.

"Oh yeah, the wonder teen. I'm detective Richard Murphy. I hope you have a strong stomach, Miss possible. What we've got here is one Jack Hench, with his head severed with some sort of object with a razor edge." He told her.

"Have you found anything else?" she asked him as he walked toward the body.

"There was a booby trapped suitcase next to his car. One CSI had the piss shocked out of him when he touched it. Also, we found something interesting in the wound. Apparently our killer left a few pieces of metal from his weapon. We just now got a few samples of it." He told her as he searched around the perimeter for anything out of the ordinary.

"Could I have one of the samples?" she asked him.

"If you think Global Justice has better equipment than us, go right on ahead." He said as he looked underneath a few cars, and looking around a few posts.

"What are you doing?" Kim asked him.

"It's called detective work, kid. Sometimes killers leave the murder weapon at the scene of the crime. We've already searched the other floors just in case, but it looks like our guy took the weapon with him." He said as he straightened himself up.

"KP, I'm feeling crummy in the tummy." A very green faced Ron said as he walked toward the two.

"Who's this?" the detective asked the young hero.

"My friend Ron Stoppable, he's been assigned to help me." She told him as she patted her best friend on the back.

"It looks like your friend could use some fresh air, kid. The CSI team over there has the metal fragments, you can get a piece from them." The detective said as he waved the commissioner over.

As soon as Kim and Ron were on the other side of the garage, he started to talk to the old cop.

"What the hell is going on here? Why is Global Justice sending kids to a murder case?" Murphy asked his boss.

"Those are no ordinary kids, Murphy. If you remember correctly, they saved the world a couple of months ago?"

"Then why saddle them with me? You know I don't want to work with anyone." he told him.

"Would you get over it? Amanda died four years ago, and you sure as hell could use a friend. Besides, they're not your permanent partners. Now teach them what they need to know, and make sure we get this sicko off my streets!" the man said and walked away.

"I hate it when he pulls this shit. Global Justice is worse than the fucking FBI." Richard said as he threw his toothpick on the ground.

"Are you sure Wade?" Kim asked her friend as he analyzed the metal sample she had just sent him.

"I'm sure, Kim. Carbon dating shows the metal to be over a thousand years old. Whoever killed Hench is probably using a family heirloom or something that belongs in a museum." Wade told his friends.

"Thanks Wade, keep me in touch." Kim said as she deactivated the Kimmunicator.

"I have to admit, that's fast." Richard said as he approached the two teens.

"Have you ever heard of anything like this before?" Kim asked him.

"Recently, no I haven't. If memory serves right, there was a similar case in New York around nineteen eighty-six. It was the same M.O. as here. Press called him The Head Hunter." Richard said as he took the sample back from Kim and gave it back to the Crime Scene Investigators.

"And you know that, why?" Ron asked him.

"I come from a long line of cops, kid. My dad was one of the officers involved in the investigation." Richard told him.

"Did they ever catch the guy?" Ron asked the detective.

"Sort of. They were checking out some sort of weird disturbance and found him in an old warehouse with his head cut off." He told them as he started to walk off.

"Where are we going now?" Kim asked him.

"Hench Co, my fair lady. We see if we can get a list of anyone who might hold a grudge." He told them.

"Then what? Aren't there security cameras in here?" Ron asked him.

"Nope, this place is old and rarely used. It hasn't been updated for a while. Anyway, we hope we might find something that sticks out. Because right now, we don't have anything else." He said as he led them to the ground floor.

"I'll call Wade to arrange transport." Kim said as she reached for her Kimmunicator.

"Miss Possible, we're partners whether we like it or not. For the time being, we can use my car." He told them as they walked out into the sunlight.

Ron's eyes just about bugged out of his head when he saw the detective walk toward a blue 1974 mustang that was kept in almost pristine shape!

"That's your car?" Ron asked him.

"Yes it is, and I would like it if you didn't eat or drink in it. If you hurl in it, I'll scalp you and use it as the rag to clean it." He told them as he opened the door for Kim and Ron.

"He's Mr. Delightful, isn't he?" Kim asked as they crawled into the car.

In a few minutes, they were driving toward Hench Co. The silence was driving Ron a little nuts, so he decided to make small talk.

"So, have you worked on a case this gruesome before?" Ron asked him.

"Only a few times, and that's too many." He told him as he concentrated on the road.

"A few? You've seen this before?" Kim asked him.

"Four years ago." Richard said.

"And you caught him, right?" Ron asked him.

"No." Richard told them as his jaw tightened. "Let's see what we can find about Mr. Hench." Richard said and accelerated the car as he tried to fight back a tear that was building in his eye.


"Could they be ruder?" Ron asked as he ate on his nachos.

"Kid, if you're going to do stuff like this, you might as well get used to road blocks like these. They want a warrant, we'll look for a way to get them one." Richard said as he sipped on a soda while Kim ate a salad wrap.

They had been denied access to Hench's computer and schedule. They threatened with lawyers if they didn't leave, and Richard promised to be back with a warrant. Richard knew better of course. He had suspected that Hench Co. had their hand in a few illegal activities, and were probably wiping their computer files right now.

"So, Dick," Ron started.

"My name is Richard, and I don't go by Dick." The cop said as he removed his sunglasses and Kim got a good look at his blue sapphire eyes.

"Okay, my bad. I was just wondering how long you've been a cop."

"It seems like an eternity." Richard said as he looked out the window in deep thought.

"Got a headache?" Kim asked him.

"What do you think?" he asked her as he moved to sip his drink, but he stopped.

The cop looked around the room, and then looked out the window and all along the street, like he was looking for something.

"I'll be right back." Richard said as he stood up and walked outside.

Kim and Ron looked at him as he walked to the curb and looked at the surrounding area. He covered his eyes and slowly turned his head around as he looked.

"What's he doing?" Ron asked his friend.

"I don't know. This guy has seemed weird from the moment we saw him. I'm telling you one thing, it almost seemed like he knew what he was looking for at the crime scene." She said.

"Maybe it was because of experience?" Ron asked her.

"Maybe." She said as Richard came back in.


The lone figure had tried to keep his distance from the man, but he had obviously got too close. He was standing outside the restaurant, looking. He had to remind himself to keep more of a distance from now on. He couldn't anything right now. Not yet. The figure let out a breath of relief as he saw him walk back into the restaurant. He could step out of the shadows for a minute. He hated sneaking around like this.


"Come on, we need to go." He said as he grabbed his sunglasses and trashed his drink.

"Where are we going?" Ron asked him.

"I need to get some information." He said as he led the two heroes out.

As they got into the car, he kept looking around, like they were being watched. As soon as they were in, he got into the driver side and drove off.

"So what were you doing?" Ron asked him.

"I thought I saw someone." He said as he kept his eyes on the road.

He didn't say a word as they drove. They soon found themselves driving close to the Lowerton/Middleton boundary line when he pulled into a seedy part of town and started glancing here and there.

"I don't think I've ever been here before." Ron said as he got nervous from the different glares he was getting.

"Be glad you haven't. Not too many people from Middleton like to come here. It's a shame, this used to be a nice neighborhood about forty-five years ago." Richard said as of he was remembering.

"How do you know?" Kim asked with a look of confusion. She knew he was probably older, but she could swear that he looked like he was in his early twenties.

"Old stories my parents used to tell me. Here we are." Richard said as he drove in front of a small convenient store.

The store itself looked like it was out of place. It was clean and well taken care off, with no spots or cracks in the windows. The place didn't even have burglar bars on the door. It was like someone had taken a piece of Upperton from the fifties and put it in what almost looked like a junk town.

"What are we doing here?" Kim asked him.

"My contact owns the place. Stay here, and don't get out." He told them as he got out of the car and walked in.

"Okay, I'm gonna stretch my legs." Ron told Kim.

"Ron, stay in the car." Kim said as she noticed a group of people wearing familiar gang colors up and down the streets.

"Kim, I need to get out or my legs are going to go to sleep." He said and ignored her.

"Here we go." Kim said to herself and got out.


"Well, look what the wind blew in. I better get the broom and dust pan." The man behind the counter said.

He looked to be the same age as Richard, but he had brown hair that had been styled into a crew cut. He was also wearing a very worn Jethro Tull T-Shirt and a ratty pair of jeans. If Christopher Walken and Mr. Burns had a child, he would look like it.

"Last time I checked John, it was 2005 and not the 1960's." Richard said as he took of his sunglasses and sat on a stool that was behind the counter as he refeared to the shirt his friend wore.

"Hey, the great ones never die out." John said.

As Richard was looking at the counter/old fashion style soda fountain, Richard noticed the plexi glass that separated the cashier from the costumers. Richard gave it a slight knock as he looked at it.

"Bullet proof glass? Whatever happened to trusting the good in people?" he asked him.

"Part of it went flying out the window when a bullet almost pierced my neck. What brings you here, old man?" he asked Richard.

"You're older than me, old fart. I suppose you heard about Jack?" he asked the man.

"I can't say I'm sad about it. It couldn't have happened to a nicer guy." John said as his voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Well, yours truly has been assigned to the murder. Everything says this was a typical fight, but I need to find out who did the hacking. Have you heard anything going around the usual circles?" Richard asked him.

"What's the point, Richard? The guy will fake his death to get out of jail, and then disappear into the wood work. That's the way it's always done." John said.

"But we both know that Jack could fight with a sword when he didn't use one of his tricks. You remembered the last two that tried to take him down? So maybe I want to buy this guy a beer." Richard said him.

"I remember. First he would try and stun them, and then hacks them while they're down. The last one he fought didn't fall for it, and that one ended up regretting it. He didn't take his head until he was moved to a shitty shelter. That was low, even for Jack. Taking a man's head when he doesn't have arms or legs? I hope whoever took him out castrated him first." John said.

"Daddy! Mommy's trying to make me take a bath!" a little black girl said and jumped into John's arms.

"Does it have to do anything with the dirt on your nose?" John asked as he wiped some of the brown dirt of the little girl's face.

"Its clean dirt from the park." She told him.

"All the reason to wash it off as soon as possible." A young black woman in a purple sun dress said as she tied her hair back in a pony tail. "Hey Richard, how've you been doing?" she asked as she kissed the cop on the cheek.

"Same as usual." He told her.

"That bad, huh? You haven't been drinking again, have you?" she asked as she took the wiggling girl from John's arms.

"No, of course not." He said as he crossed his fingers behind his back.

"Yeah, right. Both of you can't lie to save your life. Dinner will be ready in a few hours." She told John and left with the little girl through the door they came out of.

"Have you told her yet?" Richard asked him.

"No, and I don't think I will. I know she's cheating on me, but she still comes home to me." John said to him.

"How do you know she's cheating?" Richard asked as he went and got a cold beer from the cooler.

"She's pregnant. Last time I checked, I couldn't have kids." He told his friend.

"None of us can." Richard mumbled to himself.

John thought he heard something and looked out his front door.

"Did you have two kids with you?" he asked Richard.

"Yeah, I did. The famous Wonder Teens, Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable themselves. GJ made them my partners. Why do you ask?" Richard asked as he gave John the money for the beer.

"They're about to have their asses handed to them." John said and pointed his thumb out the door.

Richard glanced and saw Kim and Ron fighting a bunch of thugs gathered around their car. They were doing well, but Richard had a few run-ins with this gang before. The last thing he needed was two hospitalized teen heroes.

"Damn it to hell, I told them to stay in the car." Richard growled as he pulled out his badge from underneath his shirt and walked out.


"Chica, you gonna regret busting my balls." The young Hispanic man said as he pulled out a knife.

"I'll do more than that, pedro." She said with a smug grin.

Before the man could attack, a beer bottle smashed him in the head, spraying beer and broken glass as the young man slipped into unconsciousness.

"MIDDLETON P.D.! BACK THE HELL OFF, OR I SWEAR YOU'LL HAVE AN ARMY OF COPS DOWN HERE BEFORE YOU CAN BLINK!" Richard shouted as he flashed his badge to the crowd of young punks.

"Man, you can't do a thing to us." Said as he stood nose to nose with Richard.

Before anyone could blink, Richard pulled out his gun and bashed the young man in the head. Richard grabbed the young punks throat, and shoved the barrel of his gun up the kids' nose and pulled the hammer back.

"Just try it, you little shit! I know I hauled your ass in by your ear once before, and I don't mind blowing your nose off. These are Federal Agents you're fucking with. One call, and all of you mother fuckers get hauled back across the border!" Richard said as he tried to shove the barrel further up the young man's nostril, causing blood to run down his face. "Now what are you going to do?" he asked him.

"W-we're gonna leave." He said.

"Good boy. Now piss off!" Richard said and shoved the boy back into the group of thugs, but kept his gun aimed at him. The group backed off quickly and left, two of them dragging the one Richard had knocked out earlier.

"What if that gun went off?" Kim asked the cop with a very pissed look on her face.

"It wouldn't. The safety was on the entire time. And there wasn't a clip in it. Now I thought I told you two to stay in the damn car!" Richard said as his anger grew.

"I needed to stretch my legs." Ron said weekly as he saw the cop's face turn red.

"I DON'T CARE IF THEY'RE FIXING TO FALL OFF! Unless that car is fixing to blow, or you need to duck for cover in a fire fight, you keep your asses planted in that car!" Richard told them as the veins in his neck began to bulge.

Without saying another word, both of them got back into the car while Richard went back inside.

"Short fuse, huh?" Ron asked her.

"You started it." Kim said and kept her eyes on the police officer. There was something about him, Kim could feel her gut telling her that. The only question was what was it?


"I swear, I am going to ring one of the necks of those Global Justice sons of,"

"Temper, Richard. You have children in the car." John teased.

"How about I just shoot you?" Richard asked as he got another beer.

"I believe you did, a couple of years ago. Oh, and keep your money. This one's on the house." John told him.

"Thanks. Listen, do you know anyone who works in Hench Co.?" Richard asked him.

"I don't think so. But I believe Amanda might." John told him.

"The thief? You're going to go to her?" Richard asked her.

"Didn't you two used to date?" John asked.

"Before she went back to MacLoud, and after she stole half of my savings. If you go to her, handcuff yourself to your wallet." Richard said as he twisted off the cap to the beer, and downed the whole thing in under a minute.

"Someone who drinks like that is going to die." John said as he shook his head.

"Oh? When?" Richard asked with a grin and tossed the bottle in a near by garbage can.

"Look, I'll call you if I hear anything. By the way, do you remember what tonight is?" John asked as Richard was leaving.

Richard stopped as he turned and looked back at his old friend. "Yeah, I remember. I'll light a candle for her tonight." He said as he put on his sunglasses and walked back to his car.


"So what's next on the list?" Ron asked the cop.

"I drive you two home. I think you two have had enough excitement for one day." He told them.

"Come on! We've faced guys with doomsday weapons and had enough energy for the next day." Ron told him.

"Well, this isn't that. No doomsday weapons of any sort. Just a lot of snooping, and I have other plans." He told them.

"What kind of plans?" Kim asked him.

"Personal." He said as he made his way back to the suburbia part of Middleton.

"Can we at least have your phone number? In case we find out something?" she asked him.

"Fine." Richard said.

When he made it to Kim's house, thanks to her navigational skills and not Ron's, he took out a piece of paper from the glove box and a pen that was in his pocket. He wrote down the number and handed it to Kim.

"Is this a parking ticket?" she asked him.

"Don't ask." He said as she and Ron got out.

As soon as they were out, Richard backed out and left. Kim kept looking at the car until it turned down another street.

"I think he's mad about something." Ron said.

"I think I'll have Wade check him out." Kim said as she began walking to her front door.

"Out of curiosity, why? Did you see the way his veins bulged when he got mad?" Ron asked him.

"There's something weird about him." Kim said.

"Hello? Did you see the way he threatened that guy earlier? With the bottle smashing, and the gun up the nose?" Ron asked her.

"Better safe than sorry. Are you going to crash here tonight?" Kim asked him.

"KP, when have I not stayed over when your mom cooks pot roast?" he asked her as they walked in the house.


Richard walked into the large studio apartment and threw his jacket on a near by sofa. He turned on a few lights and headed to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Schmirinoff. As he took a gulp, he walked over to the large sofa and looked up at a painting he had hanging on a wall with a sword beneath it. He just looked at the painting and let out a deep sigh.

"It just wasn't fair." He said as he gulped down more of the alcohol.

He wandered over to a small table that white candle that was half melted away. He took out a lighter from his back pocket and lit the candle with it as he sat back down.

He looked at the painting again as he began to think.

"Over two-hundred years. How could it have been that long?" he asked himself as he finished off his drink and threw it to a garbage can in the kitchen, smashing the other alcohol bottles that were in it.. He heard the bottle shatter, and cursed under his breath. He sat up straight and opened the book that was on his coffee table.

For four years it sat there, and he always looked through it on a day like this. There were different photos from different era's in it, and most of them had him in them. Then he got to one that made him pop his neck when he saw it. It was a color photo of a woman with short brown hair and green eyes. She wore wire frame glasses and looked like she belonged in a small town and not a large city. He flipped through other pages that were more pictures of both of them.

The woman was his partner Amanda Barnes. Five years they had been partners and best friends. Then they became serious about each other, wanting more than just friendship. He told her everything, and decided to stay with him. The next page, however, brought more tears and rage to the surface.

"Cop slain by copycat Head Hunter!"

To this day the rest of this police department couldn't find him, but he knew why. After the bastard killed her, he tracked him down. He kept talking about the game, and their ways of life. He wanted to live like that, then he gave it to him. Richard took a slash to the gut, and was stabbed through his chest. He still got the upper hand. He broke the bastard's left knee cap, and took his head in one stroke. The pain was immense and beyond imagination, but it was the price he paid. The knowledge later explained everything, but still made him so angry that he couldn't take it. After dumping the body in the river, he torched one of his old safe houses in grief and anger. The house they were supposed to live in together. He looked back up at the painting of the woman and let the tears run.

"I'm sorry, but I can't take it. She was the only other woman in my life besides you, and fate took her away too. For you, I'll keep going." He told her as he stood up, blew out the candle, and went to bed. "For both of you, I'll keep fighting." He whispered.


Author's Note(s): Well, after dozens of re-writes, I finally got the first chapter to my KP/Highlander fic up. Later chapters will come, it's just going to be a while. Thanks for reading. Reviews are welcomed, even flames.