Been so busy writing for Naruto, an anime my boyfriend loves with all his heart and has gotten me into, but now I finally get down to what I've planned all these months between none other than Monkey Fist and Hana Stoppable. :) During summer I read "Hana's Home" by LilyHellsing, and it's a beautiful tragic short in which she was abducted from her home at age eighteen by the mysteriously revived monkey man, forced to be his thief, and falls in love with him before he releases her. It never worked out for them, but it inspired me to do this. :D

I don't own Kim Possible.

Chapter One

Dr. Amy Hall - otherwise known as DNAmy - one of the world's foremost leading geneticists and a former villainous rival of Kim Possible, now Stoppable and the new leader of Global Justice, had recently passed away from illness. Cancer most likely, but there was no telling as she hadn't been active in the public for years now. Some believed she retired and simply vanished from sight, while others believed she'd died from being attacked by one of her own abominable experiments at long last...

But no, cancer was the cause, according to new Global Justice autopsies.

Hall was not even into her fifties, going on sixties, but that information about her was confiscated to ensure that one of the world's most dangerous if low-key threats was on the verge of being forgotten. Several of the other villains had also died or retired, and Shego - Sienna Lipsky - had been widowed two years ago, her husband Drew Lipsky who was known as Dr. Drakken, had been killed during a lab accident at his university. The family had been very close first in adversarial stages and then later on after the Lowardian attacks two decades ago.

The list was endless, but there was no time to name them all - except this one.

Dr. Hall's small and sweet cottage was handled with care as to ensure that any remaining Cuddle Buddy experiments were also taken in. There was nothing left but old research notes as she hadn't experimented in the last five years, it turned out. According to a diary, in the least. When Dr. Kimberly Stoppable laid her eyes upon this place which housed a lifetime of memories, she felt her lips pull back with a snarl...but as her crew scouted out the rest of the downstairs laboratory and the bedroom in the present, she found herself looking in the backyard which had a beautiful array of flowers in every species of American culture, a small pond customized to allow koi fish to swim about. Only it wasn't the darling sight that attracted her attention.

It was the man-sized statue of apparent granite which had the hands outstretched in desperation, the depthless eyes filled with doomed terror, and the mouth in a silent scream. Oh, she knew that from long ago, and he'd never been found or reported since she and her husband and their friends last encountered him...

~o~

"Baby, you spoil me too much. I hardly ever ask you for anything."

"You don't - and that is why I love you." Soft lips pressed against her forehead and made her melt. He fastened the necklace around her exposed neck, placing his hands on her shoulders covered by the slimming white lab coat, but the coral-colored blouse she wore was buttoned down by three to reveal the necklace he'd been saving up for in the last couple months.

The pearl was black, had a free form against a splash of small diamonds, like a standing out rock in the middle of the sea. It was nothing you saw every day, and it was more Hana than anything she wore. And she was never a crazy expensive jewelry kind of girl despite growing up being the only girl in her family - only child in the sense it would go, because her big brother had been on the verge of leaving high school when she was adopted into the Stoppable family. She was told this when she was thirteen and old enough. Somewhere at the back of her head, she always had her suspicions and took the news better than anyone thought.

If you asked Hana, she herself took it better than expected. Maybe it was the lack of surprises, the hints she'd seen around her...

"I hope this serves enough as a ring for now," Crispin Cromwell, her high school sweetheart and colleague whom she was getting married to in five more days, told her with a glint in his blue-green eyes that melted her at first sight; yeah, yeah, it sounded cliché, but that was what they did. Hana Stoppable remembered being too shy to speak to the most handsome guy at Middleton High because he was president of the debate team at the time, but he'd noticed her out of all the guys that she looked at. Correction: she always liked boys, but they never liked her back for some reason.

Crispin did.

Crispin with his highlighted blond hair and lightly rounded face, his commanding and demure attitude, his passion - he was everything she never thought she'd want. Similarly to her, he'd been adopted at birth, though his mother had died giving birth to him and his father had blamed him for it. He was raised by his aunt and uncle, raised as good as she had been...but she never knew her birth parentage. Not that she ever thought much about it; she was happy with the family she already had, and that was important.

If you must know about her job at twenty-four years old, and his, they were young intern geologists for the Middleton Tri-City Museum. Any old artifacts regarding solid earth, if it were regular old rock or unconsolidated material, then it was worth putting on display for the museum - but that also meant going through competitors or the country these icons were procured.

Hana and Crispin had gone to every museum they could when they were children, with her brother and sister-in-law taking them, and sometimes her girlfriends and his friends. Happy childhood and college life on both parts; he'd been the one who wanted to study ancient rocks and earth, and she followed along. She wasn't ambitious in any sense, and neither was he. Crispin believed in living and loving life, and as long as they had each other, that was good enough for her, too. And back to the subject of work: the rock cycle itself had long since been an important concept, given she was intrigued by the relationship between the magma and the known three types in existence.

The door to her office was knocked on. She pulled away from her fiancée's loving hold and cleared her throat, getting back to business. She'd locked it so they had some alone time on break, and now it was over. Opening it, she was greeted by the surprise that was her sister-in-law and four men in GJ garb. "Kim, I thought I was expecting you tomorrow," Hana said. By tomorrow, she meant the two of them, her mother, and her bridesmaids were going to pick up her wedding dress with the final alterations done.

Kim Stoppable's face was set in a stoic mask, years of experience hardened her from the young "so not the drama" heroine she used to be, even though she did retain the motto because of her reputation she took on after Dr. Director stepped down and retired some years ago. Kim's long mane of red hair was tied back into a high ponytail, her uniform outlining every muscle in her honed body, giving her more power than as a teenager.

"Hana," she answered, then her gaze switched to her fiancée and smiled to one corner of her mouth. "Looks like less than a week is my last chance to try and steal him away from you."

Hana almost squealed with laughter before containing herself. "Not a good time to joke around. You married my brother, remember?" she reminded the older woman who nodded and stepped into the office, gesturing for her men to remain outside. "So, what can I do for you now?"

Kim's face fell. "Well, word hasn't gotten out yet, but Dr. Amy Hall, one of my old enemies, has recently died from cancer. We recovered something from her home that I would like you to analyze back at Global Justice underground, and Crispin, you can come if you want," she offered to the man who ran a hand through his hair. "But it can't get out beyond the three of us..."

Hana found herself looking at her fiancée, seeing the intrigued gleam in his eyes while his face showed uncertainty. It wasn't the first time that something confiscated from a criminal, dead or alive, was recovered by GJ, yet she got the feeling that this wasn't anything they handled before...and she felt her heart grow cold at the look in her sister-in-law's eyes.

~o~

In the years Crispin Cromwell knew his wonderful girlfriend and bride-to-be, Hana Stoppable, she was shrouded in mystery besides the fact she'd been adopted when she was barely a toddler by Ron Stoppable's family. He never knew his mother, and his father had wanted nothing to do with him; his aunt and uncle had been all he ever loved and wanted in a family, but he couldn't say everything had been completely perfect. He had it all: good grades, friends, and then Hana in high school. She was so much like him, but she was a bit of a blank canvas on her actual background besides the fact her lineage must be somewhere in Asia. She almost never asked him for anything; they also never took their relationship to the next level till college years, used protection in addition. And he treated her like his princess only because he wanted to; she did the same for him in return.

In short, they grew up together and pursued the same passions and degrees in college together, never separating or smothering each other either. In some ways, they were like her brother Ron and his wife Kim when they were younger. Crispin could not have asked for a better woman than Hana.

Back to the present and saving the rest of history for another time. Dr. Stoppable's secret global crimefighting team had been tracking down a long-missing rogue geneticist known as DNAmy and found her dead of cancer in her own home. Crispin felt his lips curl. When he was fourteen years old, his uncle had been abducted by that woman and made into a horrid hybrid of a man's body with a cheetah's head - who knew what her motives were, but she was a sick old hag he'd wished was dead, and now he'd gotten his wish.

But why did he not feel the closure? Maybe it was because his aunt begged him that revenge solved nothing, only made the pain greater.

The lights flickered on, and the anticipation arose. Crispin found it odd that something rock-related had to have been found at Amy Hall's residence at the time of her natural death. But Kim Stoppable had her reasons for wanting them both here, yet he could not help but be wary at the gaze in her eyes.

The thing appeared to stand at least six feet tall, covered with a white sheet that nearly blinded them because of the intense lighting. "Kim, what is this?" Hana queried, readjusting her low-hanging ponytail with squinting eyes. "An abnormal Cuddle Buddy statue she wanted for her garden?" What was ever wrong with a little humor at any time?

Her sister-in-law chuckled before getting serious again. "You're close, Han. I was the one to find it in her lawn out back while the unit recovered all old experimental notes and took her living hybrids to control. But I personally felt we should do something about this..." Kim walked over herself and took the sheet with a gloved hand and pulled it off to show what was underneath.

Hana took a step closer beside him, grasping his hand into hers. Her gasp was soft, but she couldn't speak. Crispin barely heard himself even.

"Oh, Jesus..."

To keep things short for now, I don't want this to be a pairing-based story (ex. Hana/Monkey Fist), and I certainly don't want my OC, Hana's boyfriend whom I named after wonderful voice actor Crispin Freeman, to be like the other guys my female OCs are with before they get with the real man from the actual fandom. Again, for example, a leading lady in a Star Trek: DS9 fic of mine was married to someone else before she was with a beloved character I love from that show, but the guy was a one-dimensional asshole we knew nothing much about other than the fact she didn't know what real love was due to getting married at a young age. In short, I want Crispin Cromwell to be a likeable, more fleshed out character than that. :)

Let's see where things go now that Hana and Crispin are examining the statue of none other than Monkey Fist... (drum rolls for the suspense)