Kim Possible

The Looking Glass

Prologue

Kim Possible checked her lips in the mirror of her dorm room and, upon a second inspection, gave a confident nod and swept through the rather spacious room, catching her book bag along the way. It had only been a year since Warmonga and Warhok nearly conquered the planet. Since Dr. Drakken and Shego had apparently given up villainy, and a year since her and Ron left Middleton behind them. As if on cue, her wrist Kimmunicator gave its distinctive beep-beep-beepbeep.

"Hey Ron!" she said into the view screen as she dodged various other college students on foot, on bike, then skimmed narrowly between two city buses. "How's the first day of college?"

"Hey Kim." he replied. Ron had managed to miraculously attain a football scholarship. They had both been so afraid of what the future held. Whether they'd be able to stick together through the toughest challenge of them all. Real life. They had defied the odds together time and again and it seemed like fate itself was on their side, now more than ever. Although it wasn't the same school anymore, he had found a nearby community college across town that happened to accept his skills as a runner. Although now, with the new ability to summon his mystical monkey powers, Ron had grown into a man that Kim was finding it easier and easier to be proud of.

"What's the sitch?" Kim smiled as she leapt over a skateboarder rolling by on her way up the stone steps.

Ron was in his new football gear that still comically looked far too big for him. "Uhm, oh nothing. Just, ah, y'know. Making sure to see you off on your first class." he smiled. Kim looked up as the first attendance bell rang and gave her boyfriend a wink.

"That's sweet, Ron. I've gotta jet though. Classes are just about to start. See ya tonight?" she asked. They had known each other for fifteen years. She could tell something was up with him, but right at the moment, it would have to wait.

Her words were still able to bring a smile to his face though. "You bet, KP! Tonight, it's... oof!" Kim cringed as a blur of football uniforms sent Ron's view screen tumbling.

She flicked a switch on her Kimmunicator. "Wade, give me a direction."

"Straight down the hall, second door on the left. Good luck, Kim." replied herfifteen year old webmaster.

"Thanks, Wade." she said with a smile. She slid through the crowd of students, then leapt over top what she assumed was a science project of some kind before skidding to a stop in front of the door to her class. Peeking in, she noticed that it was already nearly full.

"Ms. Possible." said a handsome man at the front of the class. "It would appear we have yet another celebrity with us this year." He was tall, with dark hair and a goatee and sparkling eyes that seemed to laugh when he spoke. He wore ordinary jeans and a white tee shirt beneath a black sport coat and Kim stammered a few moments before he rose his eyebrows and gestured for her to sit.

Kim quietly jogged up the steps and took one of the last seats just as the last attendance bell rang. "As I was saying, I am Professor Justin Credible and I'd like to welcome you all to my class. Don't think for a moment that it's going to be easy and let me assure you.." he said, training his gaze on Kim specifically, "if you miss any of my classes, you will undoubtedly fail."

Kim shrank in her seat. It's true that she had missed a class or two due to missions in High School, but she had still graduated with high honors. And besides, with Dr. Drakken and Shego no longer causing trouble for the world, she could only assume that the world saving would slow down. Sure, there was still Duff Killigan, the Seniors, and Dementor to deal with once in awhile but for the most part, she should be able to focus on what was the real here and now. Kim smiled to herself, opening her text books as directed by her new Professor.

Ron picked himself up off the football field and dusted his uniform off. "KP? KP!" he shouted into the Kimmunicator. He looked around at his class mates. Being laughed at, tackled by surprise, and basically chastised was something he had grown used to in high school. Even knowing he could summon the mystical monkey powers at will made all of it easier to deal with, but facing the first day of college alone... and knowing Kim was doing the same, terrified him.

"Hey Stoppable! Front and center. Coach is here!" said one of his massive teammates, of which he hadn't learned the name of any yet. With the speed with which he had managed to get his football scholarship on, he fell into line. Walking towards the class was a surprisingly petite blonde with short hair and wearing a well worn baseball cap with the Middleton Mad Dogs logo on it.

"Hey coach, you're wearing the wrong hat!" someone laughed and a few snickers went through the line. Ron stood stock still. Someone from Middleton was teaching here? He gulped down hard.

With lightning speed, the coach poked a finger into the man that was nearly twice her size and despite the thick padding the man wore, Ron could see the surprised pain on his face. "You do not need to tell me what hat is the correct hat to wear, you get me?"

"Yes sir! Ma'am! I mean..." sputtered the player.

"You're not here to talk, you're here to block. Don't burst a brain cell, kid." the Coach said, beginning to walk down the line of players. "My name... is Coach Cindy Tarkin."

Ron gulped. What was with the G.I 'Arkins in his life!

"I will be your Mother, your Father, your best friend and worst enemy. You will obey me to the exception of nothing. You got that!"

Ron let out a terrified squeak in amongst the deep, loud voices of his fellow players. Tarkin caught it instantly. "Small Fry! What's your name!" the Coach shouted.

"S-Stoppable, ma'am."

"What?"

Ron heaved in a lungful of air. "Stoppable! Ron Stoppable!" he shouted back.

"I seem to recall just calling you Small Fry, Small Fry! Now, what is your name?" Ron winced at the flurry of breath and spit in his face.

"It says Stoppable on my jersey, ma'am." Ron smirked.

Coach Tarkin glared at him. "We'll see about that." she said, moving further down the line.

Ron gulped again and could overhear two players talking down the other end of the line. "I hear she used to date some guy over in Colorado in High School." one whispered to the other.

"Yeah. A Barkin, I think. Guy joined the army and they never met up again."

"Aw man." Ron nearly cried.

"No way, Drakken." Shego said, putting up her hands. She knew that look. It was the look that was deep down asking her opinion on his latest idea. She had seen it a hundred times since she had originally came to work for Drakken after he had offered her a place as an evil Luitenant after she had quit Team Go. "I am not going to join some world saving, stuffed shirt, authoritative organization like Global Justice. No way!"

"But Shego! Think of the resources we'll have at our disposal! It's not like we can just... you know..." he whispered.

"Steal?" Shego replied, crossing her arms. "Y'know Dr. D, I joined up when you could actually pay me to do your dirty work. For the last year, you've gotten a medal for beating a couple aliens and saving the world... once. Well, guess what. There's no more aliens, and heroes were saving the world from, guess who? Us. And being a good guy doesn't pay very well, trust me."

Drakken glared at her quizzically. "What are you saying, Shego?"

Shego sighed, tossing her hands in the air. "I'm saying that without being evil, there's no need to join GJ because there's no need for big world saving heroes!" she shouted, feeling her temper rise. "We haven't even heard from Kim and her dopey sidekick in a year! Besides, it's probably Global Justice's way of just keeping an eye on us."

"Hmm." Drakken said as he began to pace; the way he used to when he was formulating some hair brained scheme. "You're right, Shego. Could it be time to go back to our old ways?" He stopped and reached for the sky with his black gloved hands. "Oh, how I long for the opportunity to invent weapons of mass destruction once again!" he shouted just as the now familiar yellow flower petals sprouted from his neck. He sighed.

Shego gave a playful smirk as she usually did now at his ramblings. "On the other hand, it is pretty tough to take a super villain seriously when they're a pansy." she said, touching his chin.

"Marigold, Shego. We've already established that. And besides, I've nearly finished the cure that will rid me of the hyper-pollinated mutagenic foliage that has made my body its home for the last year." he said with a sort of sadness in his tone. He let a vine come out from each of his sleeves and could feel its tendrils crawl around beneath his clothing. He smiled at the small bloom that instantly appeared and it almost seemed to be smiling back. Drakken sighed, willing the tendrils and petals around his neck to hide once more. He had gained a lot of control over the organism.

"Y'know, that plant thingy-whatsis has saved your life almost as much as I have. Why don't you keep it? You kept the blue skin, after all." Shego said, as they started to walk back down the hall. "And it does make you look more hero-ish."

"Hmm. You suppose?" he replied, wringing his hands behind his back as they walked.

Shego rolled her eyes. Before it was about being more evil, now it was about being a better person. "Absolutely. You don't scare as many kids. At least, you know, until you show off that grin of yours, anyway."

"Your sarcasm is no longer a necessary service, Shego." he said, pausing. He took in a deep breath and stepped forward, automatically opening the door before him to reveal Dr. Director and their elite, three man squad, Team Impossible. "I'm afraid..." Drakken began, shifting his eyes between Shego and the four heroes before him. "that... we must decline your offer of support. It is my feeling that we can do much more good..." he shifted his eyes to Shego again, who stood nonchalant to the side without expression. "on our own."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Dr. Drakken." said Director, her remaining eye squinting slightly.