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Any original characters shown or mentioned belong to me and can not be used without permission. Okay?
Kim-ha'zard, The Possible World
Chapter One – Arrival
A window must be open somewhere… .
Kim Possible opened her eyes.
This isn't my bedroom, was her second thought. This isn't any room, was her third.
The latter two observations were true. As for the former, if there was a window open somewhere it was nowhere nearby. The redhead sat up, taking in her surroundings even as her mind shifted into what Ron calls her Mission Mode. She quickly itemized and prioritized.
Alone. Outdoors. Daytime. Clear skies. Suns high in the sky. Temperate. Exotic jungle or an abandoned and overgrown horticultural habitat. Sounds of life, none dangerously close. Naked. No obvious injuries.
Naked, she frowned, That's disturbing.
Hold it… wait… backup! Suns? Plural??
Shielding her eyes she looked again skyward. Two. Yep, plural, she confirmed, Toto, we're not in Middleton anymore. Or Colorado. Or America.
Or Earth.
Out loud she said, "Okay…, what's the sitch?"
The last thing she remembered was feeling sleepy on the couch while watching videos with Ron. They were trying to do in a weekend what normally takes months or years to accomplish; renew and re-stabilize their friendship in the wake of their breakup as a couple. Awk-weird much?
Seeing nothing with which to cover herself, Kim took to her feet, circling to better survey the area. She stood in a small clearing, an uneven carpeting of grass underfoot. Strange trees haphazardly placed with gnarled and twisted forms reached for the mostly cloud-free sky. Bushes and other overgrowth, some of them flowering brightly with every color of the rainbow, filled some of the spaces between broad trunks, themselves covered with several varieties of flowering moss-like growths. Not having much knowledge in horticulture, she was nonetheless certain most of the species of plants were completely unknown to her and the world she knew. While sounds of life filtered to her ears from all around, she did not see anything moving beyond one lone but brilliantly painted humongous butterfly-like thing, and what the wind moved.
Completely alone, she determined, which means…, three… two… one… .
"Oww! Oww! Oww!" a nearby thatch of undergrowth suddenly erupted in wild motion with a voice so familiar Kim was surprised at times it never came from her own lips. "Where'd everything go?? Ahh! KP‼ Where are you?"
"This way Ron, follow my voice." the redhead spoke levelly. Ever there for me, she mused, not certain in light of their recent romantic fallout if she was annoyed or grateful. Considering the circumstances, she opted for the latter.
Figures he'd miss the clearing in his landing. Or however whatever it was that brought us here deposited us.
The motion of the bushes grew more frantic, "Hang on KP, I'll be right there!" Kim had noticed that since The Incident he no longer used her actual name, just as she took note how she failed to step forward and help him with this particular trial either. Will it ever again be the way it was for us? Should it?
Finally she caught sight of his hand breaking free, followed in quick order by his arm, shoulder, and head. Then whatever grip the vegetation had on him released suddenly and he was dumped fully out into the open. Likewise completely naked.
Oh yeah, right. Should've expected… .
The blond bounced to his feet with his usual rambunctiousness, his mouth dropping as he caught sight of her. The two teens stared at each other for long minutes. Though best friends since Pre-K, they still had never before seen this much of each other. Before becoming romantically involved, Ron had overtly remained ever the gentleman, turning his head whenever the situation warranted even if she had occasionally caught him sneaking covert glances. She in turn had grown so accustomed to his presence that she could change in front of him with no more concern than had he been the couch, comfortable with his veneer of chivalry.
Strange how that changed while we were officially a couple.
Indeed things had been different. A sexual tension had risen between them as each became very much aware the other was of the opposite sex. Suddenly Kim required privacy when changing, he was less inclined to turn away, and his stash of clothing at the Possible home promptly evicted from her room and relegated to the guest room downstairs.
While they had been very free with kissing and other mild forms of displays of affection in public, it was another matter entirely in private. For the past year Kim had erected and maintained the 'Good Girl' barrier while conversely growing more and more dissatisfied with Ron never taking any initiative to break past it. She could see he was interested and just as disgruntled, yet he was put off whenever she took the lead. Their most intimate act occurred just a couple of days ago on the night of their graduation when, determined to find out if he was any kind of man at all, she finally reached into his pants to firmly grasp control of things.
At least he responded, she noted, just like now…, "Ron! And here I always thought that was Rufus in your pocket." she jibed, attempting to sound as light as they had always been. Before.
"Great! First time one of my dreams starts us off naked and you make fun of my equip…," He suddenly froze in panic, "Ah man! I'm not going to look down and actually see Rufus is my dick, am I??"
"Relax Ron, so far I don't see him anywhere," she cocked an eyebrow at him, crossing arms, "And trust me, you aren't in anyway that blessed. Besides, you're not dreaming."
"I have to be Babe," he indicated their surroundings, "we're not at your house, we're not in our clothes, you're 'so not the drama' about parading around nekkid. Ergo, dream.
"So what say we get down to the main act…," his face grew lascivious as he waggled his eyebrows, an action which also set the tips of his ears in motion. "Lovin' the Ron-man and polishing the ol' Ron-shine…, Ah-Boo-yah."
Kim started to turn away, unconsciously borrowing a tone of voice used by one of their former classmates, "Look Ron, we both know that's no longer going to happen so try not to slide any farther down the Loserville slope…,"
"Ahh noo!" he cried, his arms beseeching the sky, "If Bonnie is going to be in this one, let it be the one with both of you! Not the one where you turn into her!"
The redhead snapped her head about so fiercely the boy could nearly hear a whip crack, piercing him with her Kimmie-est cold, hard look, "Ron‼ It. Is. NOT… A dream!"
"It…it…it's nn…not?" he faltered, stammering, his bravado draining away. Weakly he asked, "No lovin'?"
"No polishing," She answered curtly. "And me and Bonnie? Really? Eww much?? Don't…," she started sharply, her hand forming a pistol and cocked at below his belt line, "…make me come over there and give you a pinch. You won't like where, what, and how hard I'll do it.
"And stop pointing that thing at me! I'm sure it's loaded and I don't want it going off, even accidentally."
"Oh! Heh heh…, sorry about this KP," the blushing and wilting blond quickly covered himself with both hands while the redhead remained unconcerned with covering herself. It was not that she had lost her modesty as much as she had lost her… innocence.
Simply put, Kim was finally comfortable with her herself, her body, and her sexuality. She was also extremely comfortable that Ron no longer had a place with any of it.
Thanks a lot Shego! The boy cursed the absent woman. He began looking about the flowering bushes as if in search of something while she continued to survey their position and situation. "What're you looking for?" she inquired of him.
"Giant fig leaves, or something else clothes worthy." Ron responded, "Want I should find you something too?"
"Please by all means put Little Rufus away first…," Kim snorted. "We shall discuss 'Babe', Bonnie, and the nature of your fantasies some other time. And…," she emphasized, "We will. But right now we need to figure out exactly where we are."
"How do you think we got here? I know I saw something suitable through here…," the boy pushed back into the overgrowth up to his shoulders. "Looks like a temperate rainforest. So not anywhere on the equator."
Looking back to the blue sky with the two suns, one a tad more orange than the other, she replied, "I'm fairly certain we're not even on Earth anymore Ron."
"Ah hah! Knew I saw you!" With a grunt of effort the blond pulled out of the forest a large blue leaf nearly twice his size. He wrangled it to the ground and proceeded to work it with a jagged stick, or perhaps it was a thorn, he picked up somewhere. "So, what, another planet? Think the Lorwardians abducted us?"
"Too soon to know yet, but this is much nicer than my previous encounter with them." she answered. "The trees are entirely covered in this moss. No way to tell which way is north. Or for that matter which way we should go." Kim summed up. "At least it's warm and not raining."
"Okay KP, you can look again," Ron invited. She turned back to see that he had fashioned a rough but serviceable poncho by cutting a hole in the middle and using vine-like tendrils to cinch it at the waist. His spindly arms and legs jutted from the open sides. "Give me a moment and I'll find another for you."
"No thanks." the redhead said simply, recrossing her arms.
Ron's eyebrows spiked, "No?" He tried not to look at her, but down-casting his gaze only brought more into view that he found even harder to look away from.
"I don't recognize any of this vegetation. Do you?" she prompted.
"Uhm," a hesitant fidget, "not really."
"Then you don't know how you'll react to that leaf of yours."
"Ahh!" Ron started to pull it off but was stopped.
"The damage is already done, if any," she explained. "This way not only will I not have to see Rufus Jr, but once we're sure its harmless then you can make me one.
"If we're still here." She looked around again and pointed, "I'm thinking we try that way. Less growth in that direction."
"Why don't we just ask directions of the next person we see?"
Kim cocked an eyebrow at him, "Tell you what, you wait here and just do tha… ."
Another thicket of undergrowth rustled suddenly. Fronds parted as a head thrust itself out. "Bhohmp," it uttered, breaking free of the brush to reveal the rest of it. Unlike anything ever seen on Earth, bipedal, it was not much taller than either teen and looked like the combination of a penguin and a kid's version of a tyrannosaur with the skin and coloring of an orca and a bushy mohawk of orange hair like some reptiles would have a fin.
"Bhohmp, bhoh bhoh…," apparently once convinced they were harmless, it waddled quickly across the open space to disappear from sight again. "Bhoh bhoh bhohmp," drifted back for a few moments more.
Both stared where it vanished.
"Ron, you didn't ask it for directions," Kim finally got out.
"You saw it too?" Ron breathed, his mouth open again, "Thank god! I thought my meds had worn off!"
The redhead turned to him, "You're not on any medication."
"Which was what really had me worr… ."
"AAAAaaahhh‼ Nooo! Get awaaayyy‼"
Both turned in the direction of the terrified scream and without a moment's hesitation the redhead was off like a shot.
"Oh crap, someone else is off their meds!" Ron was only a few steps behind, but trailed further and further with each distance-eating hurdle taken by his best friend.
For friend was what she was. Despite the awkward shadow of their failed relationship, when not left to their own devices that underlying dependence and trust remained solid, and he would sooner die than fail to back her up.
Is it just my imagination or is she moving faster than usual?
After a couple minutes of plunging through the dense foliage, Kim burst into another clearing. A wide and well-used pathway if the more manicured look for the grass gave any indication of the purpose for the long and broad space. Yet it was not the landscaping that had the girl's immediate attention.
It was the woman, and what she was running from.
Fifty yards away a tall lovely woman in her mid or so twenties, wearing some exotic clothing reminiscent of airy and flowing Arabic garb, was running for her life…, like a girl, a part of Kim's mind noted…, from a horde of things kicking up a bit too much dust for her to clearly see individually not that far behind, and gaining on her rapidly.
It was plain she could not get to her first.
Meaning to push off into a dash for the runner, the redhead was surprised to find herself covering half the distance with her first bound. What the sitch?? The redhead pinwheeled arms, nearly stumbling as she landed even while taking a quick study of her body's new dynamics, leaving the how and why for later.
Now was for action.
For if she could repeat the feat, she could it make it just in time. Barely. Putting everything into the rebound, Kim launched higher and faster.
Seeing the startling vision soaring towards her, the frightened woman slid to a stop on the grass, like a baseball player into home base. She watched with amazement as the naked redhead sailed just past her head to land between her and the threat nearly upon them both.
As she got closer, Kim had gotten a better view of the attackers. Estimating their numbers in the thirties, her overall impression was of large apes or perhaps huge monkeys, hooting and hollering in a fashion utterly unearthly, clad in either an armor or perhaps a bug-like chitinous exoskeleton. There were several different types or configurations in different colors, and if there was a rhyme or reason to it all, it was not for her to see in that brief assessment. With powerful looking yet stubby legs, their long-armed ape-like swinging strides nonetheless covered ground far more rapidly than any normal human could.
So what does that make me with this new jumping ability?
Touching down the redhead immediately braced for the impact of the leading creatures, face set in grim concentration, fists clenched. As the nearest of them leapt for her, she dug her left foot in with a twist in the grass, splaying toes for maximum torque. Hopping up she whipped her right leg around in a fouetté timed to connect her heel with the first three in a perfect row.
With howls of pain they went flying high into the air back over their fellows.
Spankin'! she grinned in feral glee.
Her enhanced strength confirmed as not limited to just long-jumps, as soon as she felt grass underfoot again the intrepid teenager automatically dove into the body of massive forms with all the determination of an offensive lineman set to cut through to the opposing quarterback on the Snap.
Ron cleared the jungle in time to see his ex-girlfriend disappear into the alien crowd seconds before bodies erupted, being flung far and wide, high and low, left and right. They turned en masse to deal with the combatant among them. He whistled. She's always been a juggernaut, but that's bon-diggity to the über-max‼ Spying the befallen individual, he rushed for her side as sounds of kaiiii-yah‼ and other battle cries in Kim's voice carried to him from amidst the guttural roars and grunts.
The woman lay there frozen in fear and wonderment. She was about as tall as Ron and wore a high-collared lavender bodice with a peek-a-boo cleavage circle, with sheer material harem pants of a much lighter color under a bare mid-riff. Either side of her light walnut-colored hair, just above her ears, was adorned with large dark colored flowers which enhanced her light blue-green eyes.
Sliding to her side, he carefully gripped her arms, "Come on! We got to get some distance while she buys us time!" Pulling the dazed woman to her feet, he guided her back the way he came and away from the brawl. Running along absently, her awed gaze never left the impressive fight being waged only yards away.
Fully surrounded by the hard-shelled monsters, the redhead put her smaller size and frame to maximum effect. She slipped under grasping arms and between the spaces provided by their bulk, wider shoulders rubbing but gaping at their smaller waists. No matter where her fists or feet landed, it was a connection with the enemy and she funneled her new-found might into every blow. Each time a space cleared she applied a throw from one or another of her repertoire of varied martial arts, sending one flying. Then just as quickly that space was closed again.
Grinning devilishly, Kim proceeded to work off the frustrations of the past few days. Fueled by her conflicting emotions she unleashed against the massed surrogates of Ron, a certain pale green skinned woman, and truth to be told, herself.
I hate you Shego, a punch here.
And I love you‼ a kick there.
Stupid Ron! double kicks.
I'm such an idiot‼ a flip, sending one of the towering giants bowling into three more of its companions.
Where are you Shego when I need you…, want you…, the most? a simultaneous three-way combination of a kick and two stiff armed palm thrusts.
Fortunately more pressed in at her, for she really needed to start over… .
"That is impossible!" the tall woman breathed.
"Kim Possible actually," he corrected automatically picking up their pace, "But it's really, y'know, a common mistake."
"A truly impressive warrior!" she finally turned to watch where they were going, just in time to cry out as another but smaller group of the gorilla-sized creatures broke from the foliage on the opposite of the broad way that he had. They lunged for them.
The woman screamed in terror as Ron expertly guided her broken field across their path, ducking and evading long-armed grasps as he yelled, "KP‼ Some HELP here‼" Running distraction against Drakken was one thing.
This was totally another.
In seconds redheaded fury and determination rained down from the sky upon the assailants, sending them sprawling like tenpins. The blond could hear in his head the crashing sound of a bowling ball. Wrecking ball's more like it. What is up with that?? he wondered, Not that I'm, y'know, like complaining… . He had a glimpse of Kim pivoting rapidly in a circle on one heel, one of the things' legs firmly in hand as she used it to batter down its fellows before releasing to send it down the lane to crash into the main group. She stood still for a moment hardly breathing hard but still taking a moment to re-center herself, her skin criss-crossed with cuts and scrapes and bleeding from more than a few places.
Suddenly a strong male voice commanded from above, "NOW! Our Lady is clear! Fire, but take care not to hit the priestess!"
Peering up, the woman called in relief, "Master Londs!"
Ron also looked up as arrows, harpoons, and other projectiles cascaded down in waves among the monsters, carefully avoiding Kim as instructed, who leapt away. Above them was some sort of craft that looked all the world to be a yacht-like flying boat. There were a few cosmetic differences, but the description was good enough for the boy.
Appearing between them an instant later, Kim threw an arm around each waist, "Hold on! Next stop, top floor!" She kicked off, lofting them all skyward towards the safety of the airborne ship.
"Aiiiee!" squealed the woman, clutching the teen tightly in return.
Never one to leave her back to an enemy too long, the redhead put an easy spin into the leap, which served them all well as she was able to kick away a couple of large rocks and a tree stump among the dozens hurtling at them. Seconds later they crested over the rails and she gently deposited them onto the steady decking of the craft. The hull rang with repeated thuds from impromptu missiles tossed from below.
As soon as they landed, the voice of Master Londs barked new orders, "Hard Ascension‼ Make for the Roshtarian slipstream! Gunners, lay down suppressive fire!" As the crew rushed about making things so, the ship canted sharply about on a new heading while rising rapidly. Harpoon-like cannons fired on the ground to cover their retreat.
A quartet of women approached, their Arabic influenced garb clearly that of servants, and with servile fussing they smoothly separated the rescued woman from them to see to her needs, leading her aside to where piles of cushions lay.
Leaning against the rail, Kim bent over to rest hands on knees, her sides heaving deeply as the exertions finally had the opportunity to take their toll. Struggling to get her body back under control, she wheezed, "Are y… you okay?"
"Wow KP!" Ron enthused, "That was complete-lee baaad-ee-cal!"
"Good," the girl nodded as she straightened. Remaining near the railing, they marveled at the newness of everything and tried to stay out of the way of the bustling crew. The airship reached a height and set into the winds, picking up speed. In short order the hostilities were below and behind them, a strong breeze blowing against their faces as they reached a cruising speed.
One of the handmaidens came back over bearing a small bundle in her hands. After a small startled gasp, she bowed before them and intoned, "From Our Lady with her most-felt thanks."
Standing she then proceeded to help Kim into a simple and breezy light pink shift. A darker toned obi-like sash and simple sandals completed the outfit. Then she turned to Ron with a similar but more masculine light yellow attire. The moment she dipped briefly by way of excusing herself, a larger framed man with a heavy beard and mustache stepped up to them. Somewhere in his late forties, he carried himself with the air of command and nobility. His clothing was obviously a uniform and that of a ranking officer; a dark green tunic over white pantaloons and puffed sleeve shirt. A hat the same green as the tunic graced his dark brown-haired head.
Dropping to one knee he bowed, eyes to their feet. "Oh Great and Venerable Priestess, you have both my sincerest gratitude and that of all of Florestica for your skill and bravery with which you delivered Our Lady back to us safely."
"So not the drama," Kim offered her usual response.
"Yeah," Ron chipped in, "They had no idea who theys were messing with!"
"But I think you may have me confused with someone else," the girl continued. "I'm certainly no priestess."
Looking up at them, his eyes widened, but he covered his reactions faster than did the handmaiden. "A thousand pardons, O Mighty Warrior. From my aerial vantage point, I saw but your red hair and impressive fighting skills and immediately took you to be the Fire Priestess from Mount Muldoon. Forgive me my error."
"No big, I'm just glad I could help," she waved a dismissive hand, "I'm Kim and this is Ron."
"'Lo," the blond waved. He whispered aside to Kim, "Another kick-ass redhead huh? Maybe she and I could meet… ." He trailed off at the harsh look the girl gave him.
"I am Londs, chief majordomo to my Lady's household," He indicated himself with a hand to his chest. Standing, he gestured to a door in the forecastle leading below decks, "If you would care to accompany me, we shall see to your wounds and comfort in a proper fashion."
Ron strutted ahead, "Don't mind if we do my good man."
Kim grabbed the boy's shoulder, frowning, "Ron…, rude much?"
"No no," the large man interjected, "It is understandable your loyal attendant desires to secure the way first for your safety." He moved through the door ahead of them.
Ron smiled brightly, "Right KP, for your safety!" Then he frowned, "Attendant?"
The redhead followed after Londs, smirking as she passed the blond and teased in a sing-song tone before disappearing through the portal as well, "Oh yes, please do attend me, my most loyal attendant… ."
Momentarily alone, Ron's shoulders slumped as he muttered under his breath before he too entered, "If only that meant what it once used to… ."
Londs led them down into an elegantly appointed chamber. It was spacious and as most other things seen so far, faintly Arabic in feel, looking like the interior of an authentic desert tent while at the same time very modern. Wide windows, a few opened to allow for a pleasant cross-breeze, looked out upon the passing countryside, of which the top of the jungle seemed a plush blue-green carpet below them.
"Yeah KP," Ron started after staring at the wondrous scenery a few minutes, "This is definitely probably not Earth. I don't think anywhere looks this clean and beautiful back home. From here even the jungle looks tended to a degree."
"Don't forget the two suns Ron," she added, "I'm pretty sure that's a dead give away too."
"If you plan to get technical about things KP," the blond shrugged noncommittally, "I'm not too sure I can help you."
Their host clapped his hands resoundingly and from somewhere behind hanging drapery a pair of young women barely older than Kim herself appeared. They were dressed in much the same manner as 'Our Lady's' handmaidens but for wearing the same green color of Londs and the crew. They dipped in acknowledgment of their summons. "Sir?" they spoke in practiced unison.
"Kewwwlll…," Ron drawled, "…stereo!" Kim smacked the back of his head.
"Drinks for our Honored Guests! Wine, water and light refreshments!" the man ordered. "Also call for the ship's mediciner," he indicated the redhead and her many bloody cuts with a nod. After the pair left with another dipping bow, Londs gestured to a pit of cushions. "Please, make yourselves comfortable!" he took his own invitation.
"Now, tell me of your nation of 'Earth'," he implored graciously.
Following suit the pair attempted to explain that they were from a much farther away than any nation. Afraid that he would not understand the concepts, Kim found herself surprised that the man instead nodded in understanding, knowing full well about space and faraway worlds.
"… so you see we have no idea how we came to be here," Kim concluded. "Or why."
"Other than to rush to the side of pretty ladies," Ron gave her a strangely accusing look.
"Then allow me be the first to welcome you to Florestica," he intoned. "Capital of Roshtaria and to all El-ha'zard, called the Magnificent World, and Seat of the Imperial League.
"Apparently you are unaware of the great service you did us all this day," he got very serious, "For you rescued none other than Her Royal Highness the First Princess Rune Venus, ruler of all."
"Y'know, I gotta hand it you KP," the boy piped up, "When you dive in after the ladies, you like, dive right to the head of the class!"
"Ron! Be respectful!" shooting him a look that said, Stop it! To Master Londs the redhead nodded, "It really was no big, I was just in the right place at the right time. Speaking of which, why was the princess…,"
"First Princess," the man corrected.
"Sorry… why was the first princess all by herself and without any guards?"
The cabin girls returned with loaded trays. One with carafes and cups made of silver, the other bowls of assorted fruits, cheeses and breads. The conversation lulled as suddenly aware of how hungry they were, the teens dug in. While Kim drank deeply of a cool water with a slight hint of lime to it to wash down her food, Ron was downing tall goblets of wine in rapid succession as he chewed huge mouthfuls.
Kim dropped her head in her hands. At least he doesn't need his coupon book… .
Finally Londs picked up the conversational thread again, "The First Princess Rune was on a holy pilgrimage seeking guidance from the Psychic Oracles and was only then returning to where we laid berthed and awaiting her return at the end of the Broad Way. Such a quest must be done alone on foot. It was a sacrilege that the First Princess was so waylaid."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh," the blond spoke around mouthfuls, "If she's y'know the 'first' princess, how many do you have?"
"Ron!"
"No no, Great Warrior, your attendant asks a most discerning question considering you are new to El-ha'zard," Londs said as Ron offered her a smug expression. Kim sighed. "There are but two. Her Highness the Second Princess Fatora Venus went missing several weeks ago. Her Highness the First was in fact seeking counsel as to her whereabouts or how to proceed in our time of crisis… ."
As if knowing that she was the topic of conversation, Rune stepped into the chamber, "Master Londs? I wish to offer my personal grati… Oh My!" She too paused to gasp at the sight of them. She froze there for long moments. Londs waited for her to recover her composure, Kim and Ron following his lead.
"…I… I…, I had not a direct look before in all the excitement…," she faltered in her words and almost in step. "You look just like her!"
The majordomo nodded agreement, "I too had observed the marked resemblance, First Princess." He turned to face them, "I apologize. You of course are unaware that your likeness bears a preternatural similarity to the Second Princess."
"Londs, do you think it possible the council could be so fooled?" the princess asked.
"Your Highness, their uncanny appearance at this time, just after consulting the Oracles, cannot be anything less than divine providence!" he gestured at the teens.
"Excuse me," Kim interjected, "If I follow you correctly you have need for your sister to make some sort of important appearance.
She stood, "So like, so not the drama, I'm perfectly willing to do it if it will help… ."
Master Londs interrupted her, holding up a hand, "I'm sorry Great Warrior. We were not referring to you…," he shifted his gaze.
Directly at Ron.
"We were referring to you."
Notes: Okay, as you can tell by now this is a "Frustrated Kigo" in that something has happened between Kim and Shego during the past couple days that has plunged them solidly into a sexual relationship. It is likewise certain that Kim and Ron as a couple are kaput.
The blooming Kigo has Kim both comfortable with it and her sexuality, yet is still new enough that she is at a stage of second-guessing herself in Shego's absence. Unfortunately our favorite criminal is back on Earth, leaving Kim wide open in her feelings for… KiSSing with another fiery-tempered flame-throwing gal.
What's a redhead to do?
Now, so that y'all know, though related to Totally Tara! and telling the story of what's happening to comatose Kim and Ron from their POV, this fic starts prior. This is the morning… or maybe even the moment… after they closed their eyes, while TT! starts about a week later.
TT! was written due to inspiration from a challenge on KP Slash Haven, which is why it came first. The nature of the challenge was of the world turning to the unlikely dynamic duo of Tara and Bonnie to replace Kim. While I was thinking of reasons why K&R were out of the picture to the point that Team Tara need step up I entertained many scenarios. Dead, seriously injured, mysterious disappearances, etc., but A) they've all been done before, and B) I personally find those sitches gruesome and depressing. So came about the more peaceful went-to-sleep-never-woke comas.
It also helped gel the opening for TT!
Yet I was left wondering: Why are they in comas, and what's going on with them? Among the scenarios I considered, their essences somehow transferred to El-ha'zard (apostrophe mine for pronunciation purposes) made me sit up and go Meow. Literally seconds later the idea of the pairing that makes KiSS sealed the deal.
Oh yes, and K&R have no idea they left their original bodies behind…
Here is my take on a fusion of Kim Possible in The Magnificent World. If you know the OVA, then be warned that it is a bit of a re-imagining, even though I'll touch back and re-do some scenes and themes. Trust me, as things progress you'll understand the various changes.
If you haven't seen this animé, do so soon… Oh! And NOT "The Wanderers"‼ Eww much? Sick and Wrong‼!