Kim Possible and all her crew are not mine and I am using them without the knowledge or permission of Disney... please don't sue me

Chapter 1

Kim lay trapped, unable to move, the walls of her prison so close she wanted to scream. She had been in worse situations and always survived. Kim tested the restraints again and glanced around the coffin-like structure.

"It's okay, Kimmie, we're almost done, just hold still a few more minutes," Dr. Possible's voice was gentle, "don't move too much or we'll have to start over."

Kim groaned, "No, I'd rather be caught in another one of Drakken's death traps."

"Oh come on, Kim, the scanner isn't so bad," her mom laughed.

"You've never been in one, they're usually more comfortable, easier to escape and a lot more fun." The younger Possible tried hard not to fidget, but the feeling of laying restrained in the confined space without being able to take action was beginning to take its toll.

Dr. Possible, standing at the scanner's controls, smiled sadly at the wistful sound of her daughter's voice. "Tell you what, next time I have your dad invent a medical scanner, I'll have him install a big screen TV." Kim laughed and rolled her eyes "Okay, sweet heart, we're done, I'll pull you out now."

The scanner's table gradually exited the machine, unbinding Kim's body in the process.
Kim slowly got off the table "Mom, why am I so tired all the time. It seems to just be getting worse." A year ago, Kim had left for college as an athletic and energetic ball of fire. Over the last few months, her energy had steadily dropped, until now Kim felt like it was too tiring just to sit.

"Give me some time to analyze this data and we'll find out," Dr. Possible started cleaning up her files, "Have you seen Ron yet?"

"No, we haven't talked much since I left; he didn't take it well," Kim sighed, "I don't think he even knows I'm back"

"Let me get the computer analysis started," Dr. Possible changed the subject, "and I'll take you to lunch."

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"Get me that up link now!" The woman's one eye flared with a power not many had seen. Most of the men in the room were in total panic. The one exception was the tall young man at the end of the long room, and it was all he could do to keep from laughing.

One of the computer techs looked at Will Du in a panic. "I'll take care of it," he told the terrified man rising from his chair, "Director, may I speak with you in private?"

Betty Director looked up and nodded. They excused themselves to a small conference room and as soon as the door closed, the young man wrapped his arms around the older woman from behind and pulled her close "What am I going to do if it's true?" Will had never heard his long time boss, and more recently lover sound so defeated.

"You will adjust, improvise, and over come just like always." He kissed her softly then turned her to face him. "This is not the end, just another complication." He lifted the eye patch and kissed the socket around the metal device that replaced her right eye.

"Doesn't that bother you?" she whispered, self conscious.

Will lifted her chin, looked her right in the eyes and said simply, "No."

Betty blushed like a school girl. Will raised an eyebrow. "What?" she blurted, "I'm a little new to this." She cuddled into his arms. "What am I going to do? Most of GJ's major opponents have spent most of the last year plotting revenge on Kim. If they find out she is out of commission, we're in for it," the director sighed, "and I was going to groom her to take my place so I could retire."

Will Du pulled a device out of his pocket and pressed a button.

"Where did you get a Kimunacator?" Betty's eyes were about to pop out of her sockets.

Will laughed, "I'll explain later... Hey, Wade, we need your help."

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Wade disconnected the call and leaned back in his seat. 'Sometimes, I hate being a genius.' He had hacked the security in the scanner that he himself had created and now wished he hadn't. He bent over and cried.

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"James, we need to talk," Ann Possible looked at her husband, nearly in tears, "It's about Kim"

"How long does she have?" James Possible looked sober, but not surprised.
Ann looked startled. "How... Never mind. She has severe cell degeneration and it's accelerating. If my calculations are correct, she has something less than a year. It's like the energy that allow the cells to function is draining away." She threw her arms around James and cried.

Holding his wife tightly, James whispered, "We have to tell her, she has always been better at fighting the odds when she knows the enemy," He took a deep breath, "I'll take her to the lab tomorrow and talk to her about it." He thought about it for a moment, "and we watch her, but don't treat her any different. We still trust her."

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Kim leaned against the wall outside her parents room, stunned 'I'm dying,' she thought, closed her eyes, and quietly wept.