Kim Possible: The Great Prophecy

Disclaimer: Ok, so let's get things out, straight and clear. I do not in any way own Kim Possible or The Heroes of Olympus. This is just for fun, so don't sue me.

AN So, before we let Kim and Jason take the spotlight, let me say a few words. This is a fic where characters from Kim Possible are demigods, not all, but enough to create havoc. Camp Half-Blood? Camp Jupiter? We'll find out, no?

The story will still centre around the Prophecy of Seven, but with twists from KP verse. Enjoy~

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CHAPTER 1 Summer is here!

The last bell of the day finally rung, its shrill pitch was heard from every corner of Middleton High. Students rushed out from their class, overjoyed with the end of the day, marking the beginning of summer holidays.

A redheaded teen, in her senior year, gathered up her books and headed towards her locker, where her best friend was already waiting for her with his naked mole rat pet perched on his shoulder.

"Hey KP!" He called, waving at her.

The redhead smiled, and quickened her pace to her locker. "Hey, Ron." She greeted him, and opened her locker.

The freckled blonde flashed her one of his goofy grins and leaned against the row of lockers. "Ready for some Bueno Nacho? My treat." He said, pulling some cash from his pockets.

"Naco, yum!" Rufus chirped in.

Kim closed her locker, and turned to Ron. But before she could answer his question, someone else beat her to it, though that wasn't the answer she was going to offer the blonde.

"No way, girlfriend is coming with me to do some shopping, ain't ya?" Monique interrupted, and entwined her arm with Kim's. the ebony haired beauty stuck out a tongue at the blonde, and glared at Kim.

Kim swallowed. She had always hated the last day of school before summer break. It was always so difficult to make her point clear, that she wouldn't be joining them for any activities. Her schedule for the summer had been pre-arranged last summer, and there was no way she was skipping out on this.

"Look guys…" Kim began to say, but the familiar chirp of her Kimmunicator cut her off. Throwing an apologetic look at two of her best friends, she switched on the device. The image of a dark skinned young boy flanked by various electronic devices appeared on her small viewing screen. "What's the sitch, Wade?"

The ten-year old genius smiled. "Before you ask, I have shut down your site for the summer, just like previous years.'

"Thanks Wade." Kim thanked him, and began to head towards the exit, careful not to bump into anyone on the hall. Her two friends tailed behind her, not wanting to let the redhead off the hook that easily.

"Your usual client for the summer, Annabeth Chase is waiting for you."

Kim raised an eyebrow at that. "She is? Funny, usually I'm the one who has to look for her."

Wade typed on his keyboard, scrolling through some information. "I'm not sure about this, but it seems to me that she's in a hurry, which is why she asked me to contact you the moment you finish school."

The trio exited the building, and Kim immediately spotted Annabeth Chase, her 'client' for the summer. Her long, curly blonde hair shone like gold in the afternoon sun. Her piercing grey eyes were calculating, gazing over everything in her view and trying to extract as many information as she could with the gaze. She had tanned skin, a great figure, and was almost as athletic as Kim was. An orange T-shirt, faded blue jeans and well-worn sneakers made up her simple attire.

Her grey eyes landed on the redhead, and she smiled. "Kimberly!" She called, and walked up to the trio. Her eyes swept over Monique and Ron, but she said nothing. "Come, we must go, our ride is waiting."

"Ride?" Kim echoed, confused, and peeped over the blonde's shoulder. She saw Butch Walker coming towards them. The bulky male with a shaved head, had a face like a pile of bricks, and a rainbow tattoo on his bicep. Just like Annabeth, he wore an orange T-shirt. A pair of khaki pants and sport shoes completed his attire. He stormed up to the group, face twisted in a scowl.

Both Ron and Monique took a step back at the sight of the teen. Butch turned to the redhead and blonde. "Let's move. We have a parcel to pick up."

"True." Annabeth nodded. "Come, Kimberly…"

"Wait up! Tell me what's going on first!" Kim hollered at them.

Monique took her friend by the arm. "You wait up too, girlfriend. You have never spent a summer with us since junior high. Don't you think you should spend this summer with us?"

Under her friend's heated gaze, Kim lowered her head. "Look, I'm really sorry, but I have other duties with my 'client'. She needs my help. I'll make it up to you guys after summer break."

"Come on!" Butch called. "We need to get things going, or Chiron would yell our heads off!"

"Chiron?" Monique echoed. "Girlfriend, what are you doing with someone with that kind of name?"

Kim looked at Annabeth, who shrugged. "Long story…" She began, but Annabeth pulled the teen hero with her, and dragged Kim down the pavement. "I'll talk to you guys after summer!"

Ron and Monique exchanged exasperated looks. "What now?" Monique queried. "Kim's ran off again, as usual, leaving the two of us for the summer." The dark-skinned female huffed.

The blonde teen sighed, pushing his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, KP didn't even give us the chance to tell her our plan for the summer."

"Well, we'll just have to make do without her then. Come on blonde-boy…"

But Ron's gaze was still fixed on his friend. "Why, KP?"

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The blonde boy stood near to the edge of the skywalk, hands gripping the railings tight. His sky blue eyes fixed on the scene before him. Close cropped blonde hair swayed ever so slightly in the wind.

The canyon was bigger and wider than you could appreciate from a picture. They were up so high that birds circled below their feet. Five hundred feet down, a river snaked along the canyon floor. Banks of storm clouds had moved overhead while they'd been inside, casting shadows like angry faces across the cliffs. As far as Jason could see in any direction, red and grey ravines cut through the desert like some crazy god had taken a knife to it.

Jason got a piercing pain behind his eyes. Crazy gods ... Where had he come up with that idea? He felt like he'd gotten close to something important — something he should know about. He also got the unmistakable feeling he was in danger.

That he was in enemy territory. But he had no idea who his enemies are. He swept his gaze over the students.

Are they my enemies?

But Jason refused to believe it.

They can't be my enemies. If they are, I would've died…

"Are you all right?" Leo asked, his face concerned. "You're not going to throw up over the side, are you? 'Cause I should've brought my camera."

Leo, his friend was a guy with curly black hair, dark brown eyes, and pointy ears which made him look like an elf. His face was cheerful, carrying an impish smile, and a diminutive stature with a slim, scrawny build. Jason took one look at his friend, and focused back at the canyon.

Jason grabbed the railing even tighter, until his knuckles turned white. He was shivering and sweaty, but it had nothing to do with heights. He blinked, and the pain behind his eyes subsided.

"I'm fine." He managed. "Just a headache."

Thunder rumbled overhead. A cold wind almost knocked him sideways.

"This can't be safe." Leo squinted at the clouds. "Storm's right over us, but it's clear all the way around. Weird, huh?"

Jason looked up and saw Leo was right. A dark circle of clouds had parked itself over the skywalk, but the rest of the sky in every direction was perfectly clear. Jason had a bad feeling about that.

"All right, cupcakes!" Coach Hedge yelled. He frowned at the storm like it bothered him too. "We may have to cut this short, so get to work! Remember, complete sentences!"

The storm rumbled, and Jason's head began to hurt again. Not knowing why he did it, he reached into his jeans pocket and brought out a coin — a circle of gold the size of a half-dollar, but thicker and more uneven. Stamped on one side was a picture of a battle-ax. On the other was some guy's face wreathed in laurels.

"Dang, is that gold?" Leo asked. "You've been holding out on me! How could you, man?" He continued, hurt.

Jason put the coin away, wondering how he'd come to have it, and why he had the feeling he was going to need it soon. "It's nothing." He said. "Just a coin."

Leo shrugged. Maybe his mind had to keep moving as much as his hands. "Come on," he said. "Dare you to spit over the edge."

They didn't try very hard on the worksheet. For one thing, Jason was too distracted by the storm and his own mixed-up feelings. For another thing, he didn't have any idea how to "name three sedimentary strata you observe" or "describe two examples of erosion."

Leo was no help. He was too busy building a helicopter out of pipe cleaners.

"Check it out." He launched the copter. Jason figured it would plummet, but the pipe-cleaner blades actually spun. The little copter made it halfway across the canyon before it lost momentum and spiralled into the void.

"How'd you do that?" Jason asked.

Leo shrugged. "Would've been cooler if I had some rubber bands."

"Seriously…" Jason said. "…are we friends?"

"Last I checked."

"Are you sure? What was the first day we met? What did we talk about?"

"It was ..." Leo frowned. "I don't recall exactly. I'm ADHD, man. You can't expect me to remember details."

"But I don't remember you at all. I don't remember anyone here. What if — "

"You're right and everyone else is wrong?" Leo asked. "You think you just appeared here this morning, and we've all got fake memories of you?"

A little voice in Jason's head said, That's exactly what I think.

But it sounded crazy. Everybody here took him for granted. Everyone acted like he was a normal part of the class — except for Coach Hedge. Jason felt the urge to talk to the man. Somehow, he knew that the man knew more about him than he did himself.

"Take the worksheet." Jason handed Leo the paper. "I'll be right back."

Before Leo could protest, Jason headed across the skywalk.

Their school group had the place to themselves. Maybe it was too early in the day for tourists, or maybe the weird weather had scared them off. The Wilderness School kids had spread out in pairs across the skywalk. Most were joking around or talking. Some of the guys were dropping pennies over the side. About fifty feet away, Piper was trying to fill out her worksheet, but her stupid partner Dylan was hitting on her, putting his hand on her shoulder and giving her that blinding white smile. She kept pushing him away, and when she saw Jason she gave him a look like, Throttle this guy for me. Jason motioned for her to hang on.

For a moment, his urge to talk to the coach disappeared and he focused on Piper. Yes, his girlfriend, Piper. But how much did he actually know about this girl? Except for he could see, he realized he knew nothing about the girl who was his 'girlfriend'. Dark tanned skin, chocolate brown hair that is cut choppy and unevenly, with thin strands braided down the sides. She was a beautiful girl, that much he knew. But other than that, there was nothing else.

He didn't even know her full name!

Jason bit his lower lip in frustration, steeled his heart, and walked up to the coach.

"Did you do this?" The coach asked him, not looking at him.

Jason took a step back. "Do what?" It sounded like the coach had just asked if he'd made the thunderstorm.

Coach Hedge glared at him, his beady little eyes glinting under the brim of his cap. "Don't play games with me, kid. What are you doing here, and why are you messing up my job? You do know that you don't belong here right?"

"Wait, what do you mean by that? Are you saying I'm not your student?" Jason queried. His heart raced. This man knows something!

Hedge snorted. "Never seen you before today."

Jason was so relieved he almost wanted to cry. At least he wasn't going insane. He was in the wrong place. He really was, and there was someone who knew. "Look, sir, I don't know how I got here. I just woke up on the school bus. All I know is I'm not supposed to be here."

"Got that right." Hedge's gruff voice dropped to a murmur, like he was sharing a secret. "You got a powerful way with the Mist, kid, if you can make all these people think they know you; but you can't fool me. I've been smelling monster for days now. I knew we had an infiltrator, but you don't smell like a monster. You smell like a half-blood. So — who are you, and where'd you come from?"

Most of what the coach said didn't make sense, but Jason decided to answer honestly. "I don't know who I am. I don't have any memories. You've got to help me. If I don't belong here, please help me find the way back."

Coach Hedge studied his face like was trying to read Jason's thoughts.

"Great," Hedge muttered, rolling his eyes, annoyed that he had an extra task. "You're being truthful."

"Of course I am! And what was all that about monsters and half-bloods? Are those code words or something?"

Hedge narrowed his eyes. Part of Jason wondered if the guy was just nuts. But the other part knew better.

"Look, kid." Hedge said, "I don't know who you are. I just know what you are, and it means trouble. Now I got to protect three of you rather than two. Are you the special package? Is that it?"

"What are you talking about?"

Hedge looked at the storm. The clouds were getting thicker and darker, hovering right over the skywalk.

"This morning." Hedge said, "I got a message from camp. They said an extraction team is on the way. They're coming to pick up a special package, but they wouldn't give me details. I thought to myself, Fine. The two I'm watching are pretty powerful, older than most. I know they're being stalked. I can smell a monster in the group. I figure that's why the camp is suddenly frantic to pick them up. But then you pop up out of nowhere. So, are you the special package?"

The pain behind Jason's eyes got worse than ever. Half-bloods. Camp. Monsters. He still didn't know what Hedge was talking about, but the words gave him a massive brain freeze — like his mind was trying to access information that should've been there but wasn't.

He stumbled, and Coach Hedge caught him. For a short guy, the coach had hands like steel. "Whoa, there, cupcake. You say you got no memories, huh? Fine. I'll just have to watch you, too, until the team gets here. We'll let the director figure things out."

"What director?" Jason said. "What camp?"

"Just sit tight. Reinforcements should be here soon. Hopefully nothing happens before — "

Lightning crackled overhead. The wind picked up with a vengeance. Worksheets flew into the Grand Canyon, and the entire bridge shuddered. Kids screamed, stumbling and grabbing the rails.

"I had to say something," Hedge grumbled. He bellowed into his megaphone: "Everyone inside! The cow says moo! Off the skywalk!"

Butch led them to a more desolate area in Middleton, where a chariot pulled by pegasi stood waiting. Kim stepped forward and stroked their mane, and the pegasi rubbed their faces against hers. The redhead smiled, and climbed onto the chariot, followed by Annabeth and Butch. The latter took the reins, and with a flick from his wrists, the pegasi took to the skies.

The trio was silent for a long time, just enjoying the ride. Butch kept his gaze glued on the horizon, being alert the whole time. Annabeth and Kim merely leaned against the sides of the chariot, enjoying the wind in their hair. But the redhead sensed distress in the blonde.

Finally, Kim could stand the silence no more.

"I'm surprised Will let you borrow the chariot." Kim began, only to receive a glare from the blonde. "Hey, just stating the truth. I mean, how many times have you ruined the chariot?"

Annabeth leaned against the chariot. "At least it was all in the name of Olympus…"

Kim resisted the urge to chuckle at that. "So what's the sitch?"

"You have no idea how much we missed that." Butch replied. "Camp life is pretty much okay, except that Hephaestus Cabin is having a little problem with the dragon."

"And Percy's missing." Annabeth said sourly.

Kim turned to her friend. "Wait, Percy is missing? As in the Percy Jackson?"

The blonde nodded. "Hera sent me a dream mission, telling me to head to the skywalk at Grand Canyon. A guy with one shoe will tell me where he is."

The redhead crossed her arms, smirking. "Hera actually told you, her least favourite demigod where to find Percy?"

"Hard to believe, right?" Annabeth replied. "So now, we are on the extraction team. We need to get a special package back to camp before camp fire."

"Right, but aren't you searching for Percy? Why not send someone else to get them?"

Annabeth pinched the bridge of her nose. "That's what I don't understand."

The chariot lurched to one side, nearly through both females off the chariot. It did throw Annabeth off, but quick reflexes from Kim saved the blonde. Annabeth stood upright back on the chariot, and shot a glare at Butch.

But one look at the sky ahead stopped the words in her throat. A large circle of grey clouds surrounded the skywalk at the Grand Canyon, but the skies in every direction beyond the clouds were bright and sunny. Kim took one look at the skywalk, and cursed.

"Storm spirits. Coach is down there, with three kids." Annabeth said.

"You brought my gauntlets and boots?" Kim asked with a smirk.

The blonde waved a bag in Kim's face. "Of course."

"Then let's go kick some storm spirits!"

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So, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Review? Please?