New Villain, New Hero

By: Piper-mtl

Oh yeah, before we start, and like EVERYONE must do… yes, yes, I DO NOT OWN KIM POSSIBLE. Kim possible and all characters that appear in the show belong to DISNEY.

--Chapter 1--

"Jonathan Stoppable!" Kim exclaimed, bursting into the TV lounge where her son lay across the floor with a bag of cookies. "I believe we agreed to no TV in the afternoons until all your homework is done!"

"Mom! You're home early!" Jon responded, sitting up straight with haste. "I thought… you weren't supposed to be back until late this evening!"

"Yes, well, it happened to be just a smaller incident than I had anticipated, and Global Justice was able to take of it themselves," she said, picking up the remote and switching the large flat-screen television off. "Now get off the floor and hit your books! I'm telling you, Jon, if your grade average doesn't improve soon, Dad and I will have to take more drastic measures with you…"

Jon simply grumbled at Kim as he head out of the lounge. "Not my fault that I never have enough time to study properly just before exams…"

"Helllloooo… everyone," Ron said cheerfully, entering the home a short while later. "How is my favorite family living in this dwelling doing today?"

"What other family do you have living here, dad?" Jon asked vacantly, turning away momentarily from his textbooks all laid out on the dining room table.

"Well, I… uh… alright, then how are you doing today, Jon?"

"Rrr… Urgh…" Jon whined expressionlessly, turning back to his books.

"Okay then…" Ron responded, finally putting down his bag and removing his jacket, throwing it over a nearby chair.

"Ron! So, how was work today for you?" Kim said, coming into the entrance hall to greet her husband with a small kiss.

"Kim! What are you doing home so soon?" he exclaimed with surprise. "I thought you were supposed to be in Europe until…"

"…Ended up being but a small nothing stitch, easily taken care of," she responded, cutting him off. "I let Global Justice finish it alone so I could be home with you this afternoon already!"

"I see why Jon is already so hard at work at the table already then," Ron said with a smile. "Anyhow, I had quite a peaceful day at work today myself! Nothing big to report, Ned sends his regards."

Around the kitchen table at suppertime, Jon just sat quietly, trying to do everything to ignore his parent's small talk, and, to a certain extent, ignore them all together, answering any question posed to him with either an uninterested grunt or with the phrase 'I don't know and I don't care.'

"You know, you could be more pleasant at the table," Kim said as her son just rolled his eyes at her. "Tell us something interesting that happened at school today!"

"Alright…" Jon moaned. "Something interesting!" he continued with an obviously faked smile and mood of excitement. "Ok, stupid Barkin gave me another 'wonderful' white mark for being late, and I got a magnificent D minus on my biology report! How's that for being interesting?"

"Jon! That's not good!" Ron exclaimed with concern. "Honestly, you have to do better than that at school!"

"Listen honey, I know you're having some trouble at school these days, and I haven't always been home when you need me, but you need to talk with us about your problems instead of always staying quiet," Kim said. "We're your parents, and we care a lot about you…"

"I don't have any problems, mom! It's all in your head!" Jon exclaimed, standing up from the table. "Look, I'm done with supper, I'm going to my room."

Kim and Ron just sat back, looking at each other with unsure faces. "Where did we ever go so wrong with him?" Ron lamented at last, shaking his head as their son removed himself from the room.

"I know we were never like that when we were his age, Ron," Kim responded. "I'm guessing it's just normal teenage rebellion, the kind you read about in books…"

"Oh yeah, like when we were his age, we never had time for any teenage rebellion ourselves!" Ron said, his face instantly looking brighter again. "So it's normal then! Rebel away, my son!"

"RON!" Kim cried out, smacking her husband behind his head.

Jon entered his room upstairs with a humph, slamming the door behind him. "Stupid mom, stupid dad…" he mumbled to himself, sitting down at his computer. His parents were indeed the cause of all of his problems, he reflected. His mom, the 'famous' and 'illustrious' Kim Possible, crime-fighter extraordinaire, world-renowned, Time magazine's 'woman-of-the-year', the so-called solver of any problem anywhere. Wherever he went, it was always "You're Kim Possible's son! You're Kim Possible's son!" "How are you doing, Kim Possible's son?" "How's your mom?" "Thank your mom!" "Your mom is great!"

Really, Jon utterly loathed all the attention his mom brought on. Although he knew he still loved her very much, he utterly hated what she did, the way she would still go off on missions to save the world, to stop villains, to foil evil plots. Not that it wasn't something he believed was bad, but that it did in fact often interrupt her own family life.

His dad didn't make anything better either. As the great inventor of the Naco and subtly rich shareholder who held 50 per cent +1 in Bueno Nacho stock, money was never a problem for his family. Although always having money had its advantages, he would often be teased at school as being the little rich boy who is always over-spoiled, and looked upon by many with either jealous or envious eyes. His dad's employment was also at the centre of a lot of his teasing at school as well, for as money wasn't a problem for the family and because he simply enjoyed it, Ron worked behind the counter at the local Bueno Nacho wearing a hat and apron, serving food like any other minimum-wage employee. That is, when he wasn't away from town, helping his wife save the world as her bumbling sidekick.

When he was twelve years old, Kim actually brought Jon with her on a couple of missions, hoping that he would learn the tools and ticks of the trade needed to save the world, hoping that one day, he might be able to take over for her. But from the start, Jon hated it. He hated the long travel, the jet-lag that often came with it, and most of all, the personal energy that was always required. It wasn't long that he would either quickly disappear from his mom's sight whenever her Kimmunicator sounded, or that he would always find some other excuse to get out of having to follow her.

Jon began working at his personal computer. As always, using his own computer skills, he was able to hack into different systems across the Internet, browsing around in networks and areas usually off-limits to the general public. Stealthily connecting to Wade Load's 'hero' computer network, he began going over his mom's latest mission log file, looking to see if there was any other reason she had come earlier than she had initially announced that day.

As he began reading the classified report, a small alarm signal went off in the system, indicating an unauthorized access.

Jon sat back in surprise. He knew Wade was one of the best computer programmers around, but that he himself was so good with cyberspace systems there should have been no way his presence could have been detected in the network.

Accessing the system shell again with haste, he immediately noticed it wasn't his presence that was being detected, but that of someone else. "A… another hacker? No way…!" he exclaimed at his screen with surprise and interest. "Who ever you are, you're not very smart…" he gloated, watching the second intruder being traced with some glee. "I'll bet you don't even realize you're being traced… heh! Oh well, honor among hackers I suppose…" he said at last with pride, sending a furtive signal himself, effectively killing the trace program at the very last second and saving the unknown hacker from being discovered himself. "Now, who are you?" he continued, locking on and accessing with ease the hacker's IP. "Ohh, so you're in Middleton yourself, eh? In the town library, computer station 4… Having some fun there? Well, go home now… I was in here first!" Jon typed away at his keyboard, effectively shutting down the hacker's computer all together from a distance.

Across town at Middleton General Library, a young teenage girl sat back in shock as the computer screen she was sitting in front of suddenly went black. "What the…" she exclaimed, hitting the computer terminal's power button. The station remained dead.

A few seconds later, all the other users at the other computer terminals in front and beside her all began complaining themselves about how their terminals were shutting down. At the library checkout desk, all the terminals around also began successively shutting down, causing the attendants in a panic to stop all book and document traffic.

"Did… I just do that?" the girl asked herself softly, looking around at all the dead computer screens around. Trying to remain discreet, she simply picked up her bag and exited the library.

To be continued…