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Sitch Across Worlds

-Chapter 2-

-Last Time-

"Already done, I've got a helicopter getting prepped now with a medical team. They'll be at your position in about twenty minutes."

"Thanks Wade." Kim said with a sigh in relief, before hobbling towards the exit with the blonde still in her arms. "Man, today sucked."

If only she knew how much worse it was going to get.

-And Now, Middleton General Hospital-

Kim chewed on her lip as she paced back and forth nervously in a bright white hallway, various parts of her body covered in stitches and/or bandages. Yet despite this she kept walking, occasionally glancing at large glass window where she could see her friend laid out on a hospital bed with various machines and an IV of sedatives hooked up to him.

Standing a few feet away from the unconscious boy was a middle-aged woman who looked like an adult version of Kim looking over a series of papers and readouts with a deep frown. This was Dr. Ann Possible, renown medical professional, skilled neurosurgeon, and Kim's mother, who was known for her upbeat and happy attitude in nearly any situation, so to see her so serious made her daughter all the more nervous.

Eventually Kim stopped pacing as she noticed the elder Possible snap the files in her hands shut and walked towards the doorway.

"So… what's the sitch mom? How is Ron doing?" The younger redhead asked as soon as her mother stepped through the door.

Rubbing her brow, Ann looked down at her worried daughter with pity, feeling terrible at the news she would have to deliver. "The young man you brought in is doing fine Kim, a few scrapes and a mild concussion but he'll live."

"Alright that's good to… wait, why are you talking like you don't know who he is?" Kim asked, noticing how her mother put extra emphasis on the first part of her sentence.

"That's because I don't know him dear." Ann said bluntly, making Kim blink in confusion before laughing at what she thought was a joke.

"Very funny, just because he got jumbled together with Rufus doesn't mean it isn't still Ron," The young heroine said with a grin… only for it to quickly fade when she realized her mother wasn't laughing back. "Uuh, mom?"

Shaking her head, the elder redhead rubbed her brow as she braced herself for the coming storm. "I ran every test I could think of, plus a few new ones I just came up with just in case, and every single one of them said the exact same thing."

"Mom, the jokes over. You can stop now." Kim said while unconsciously taking a step.

Staring down at her daughter sadly, Ann sighed tiredly before pointing to the sleeping blonde through the window, just missing as the boy's head slowly shifted to the side. "I'm sorry Kimmy… I really wish I was kidding right now, but I'm being dead serious. That young man in there is not Ron in any way or form."

Eyes widening at the statement, Kim's head swiveled from the window to her mother and back again repeatedly before glaring at the older redhead. "That's impossible! Me and Ron were the only ones there Mom! How could it not be him!?"

"I don't know Kimmy, but that's the truth." Ann said, trying to place a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder, only for the younger redhead to push past her angrily and heading towards the door leading to 'Ron's' room.

"Stop talking! This is Ron! You'll see! Once he wakes up he'll tell you himse-GAH!" Kim was cut off mid rant when the door in front of her suddenly swung open, smashing right into her face and sending her stumbling back.

At the same time, a blur shot out of the now open doorway and ran right into Ann, making the woman shriek in surprise as she was sent flying back until she crashed into a wall. Dazed from the impact, the doctor slowly slid to the floor with a weak groan.

"Mom!?" Kim yelled, shaking off her own pain as she tried to rush to the elder redhead's side. However, before she could even make it three steps, the girl was hit by the same blur and before she even knew what happened found herself pinned to the wall while staring into the vibrant yet slightly fogged over cerulean eyes of a familiar whisker-faced blonde.

"Anatahadare?! Koko wa doko?! Watashi wa koko de nani o shite iru nda?!"

"…What?" Kim asked with a confused blink, before her brain registered what the blonde said thanks to being multilingual. "Ron, why are you speaking Japanese?"

Not liking the response he got, the blonde tightened his grip on the front the redhead's shirt and got right in front of her face with a scowl. "O bāchan no hanashi o tomete, watashi ni kotaete kudasai! Doko de watashi wa fakkudesu ka? Anatahadaredesu ka? Naze watashi o tsukamaeta nodesu ka?!"

Hearing what he was asking, Kim's eyes widened in realization as the truth was harshly shoved into her face in a way she could not deny. However, just as quickly that shock turned to anger as she growled at the whiskered boy. "…You're not Ron."

"Hoi! I just said-OOF!" The boy started to yell again, only to be cut off by the fist that buried itself in his gut, curtesy of Kim. Then in a single swift movement, the redhead shoved his hands away and tackled him to the floor with a snarl, pinning his arms with her legs whilst her hands grabbed the front of his hospital gown.

"Where is Ron!? What did you do to him?!" She demanded angrily, briefly forgetting that the boy underneath her apparently couldn't speak english.

Recovering from the unexpected situation reversal, the blonde shook his head a few times before scowling back at Kim. "Fine! If that's how you want to do this then I'll just have to beat the answers out of you!"

With that declaration, he shocked Kim by almost effortlessly pulling his hands free and decking her across the face with enough force to send her skipping down the hallway like a stone.

Kim wasn't a globetrotting heroine for nothing though, and after just a dozen yards managed to recover with a few acrobatic flips. Gingerly rubbing the rapidly forming bruise on her cheek, the redhead growled angrily and got into a ready stance as she glared at the now standing blonde.

"Oh you are going to pay for that you little- *Poof, poof, poof* … … … What… the… fuck!?" Kim couldn't help but swear in shock as the mystery blonde made a cross with his fingers and somehow caused three copies of himself to appear in puffs of smoke.

Before her brain could even come up with a logical explanation for this, let alone a plan to deal with the sudden new variable, the poor girl was swarmed by the newly created clones and the original. With no time to think, Kim jumped back to try to gain some distance, only to be stunned once more when one of the blondes seemed to vanish and reappeared directly behind her.

It was only thanks to pure reflex and instinct that she managed to bend forward to avoid the kick to her back. Unfortunately, this move ended up leaving her wide open for the knee that smashed straight into her face and launched her a few feet into the air.

Left completely defenseless and dazed, her opponent(s) took full advantage and in mere seconds Kim was repeatedly pummeled from all sides before being firmly planted a few inches into the floor by a quartet of drop kicks.

However, the redheaded teen was not out for the count yet as, with a surprising amount of grace for someone who just got smacked around like a ragdoll, she pushed herself into a handstand and spun kicked all four blondes at once, knocking the original back whilst his copies dispelled into smoke. Kim then launched herself at the remaining whiskered boy, her legs wrapping tightly around his neck as she used the leverage to pull herself up and unleash a flurry of punches right in his face.

Once again though, her offense was short lived as the blonde shrugged off the furious assault and caught the girl's fists before ramming straight through the nearest wall, which just so happened to lead right back to his room. Dazed from the impact, Kim fell backwards, dangling in a rather painful manner from her legs until her opponent grabbed them and ripped her off.

He then proceeded to spin around at high speed several times before smashing her into his bed, the momentum causing the whole thing to collapse under her like a cardboard box. Thankfully though, the mattress ended up soaking up the majority of the impact, leaving Kim relatively unharmed.

Taking advantage of this, the girl fought through the nausea flooding her senses and in a last ditch move rammed her forehead straight into the boy's as hard as she could.

"GAAAH!" Unfortunately, that turned out to be a very bad move as al it did was cause her entire skull to ring with mind-splitting pain whilst her opponent was barely even phased. Falling back onto the destroyed bed clutching her head, Kim had all of three seconds to feel sorry for herself before a hand grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and hauled her up until she was once again face to face with the whiskered blonde.

"Matsu!" However, before anything else could happen, a sudden shout drew the boy's attention to the side, where Ann Possible stood by the recently created hole, her hands held up in a passive way. "Please… stop hurting my daughter and let me explain. We don't mean you any harm."

A tense silence filled the air as the boy stared at the elder redhead suspiciously, his eyes locking straight with hers. After several moments though, he nodded his head and let the battered girl in his grasp drop back down onto the ruined bed, not even noticing that she was no longer conscious.

"Alright lady, I'm listening."

-Several hours later-

"Uuuuuuuh," A groan escaped Kim's lips as her eyes flickered open before rapidly sitting up as recent memories flashed through her head, grimacing as her body ached in protest. "Mom!"

However, as her brain fully woke up and the last vestiges of fogginess cleared up in her vision, the redhead blinked in confusion upon finding herself in her bedroom.

"What, how did I… was that all a dream?" The girl wondered aloud while rubbing her cheek, only to flinch at the sharp jolt of pain she felt upon contact. "Nope, not a dream, definitely not a dream."

Scooching to the side of her bed, Kim slowly got up on wobbly legs and limping over to her closet, before flinching as she got a decent look at herself in the full body mirror she had inside it. Both her left cheek and forehead had large bruises adorned on them along with a multitude of small scratches and cuts.

Not only that, but her previous outfit had been replaced with a simple green sport's bra and plain black shorts thus allowing her to see the large amount of new bruises, stitches. and bandages that covered her body. It would be easier to list the places she wasn't hurt at the moment.

"Oh man, I hope none of this scars," Kim muttered, gently prodding various areas with a grimace before shaking her head. "Ugh, focus Kim. More important things to worry about."

Hobbling over towards the door, careful to avoid the stairs in the middle of her floor, the injured redhead pushed it open and limped into the hallway on the other side. As she stepped out of her room though, the girl's head perked as she heard voices echoing down the corridor.

Leaning on the wall slightly for support, the redhead followed the sounds while straining her ears to try and hear what was being said.

"...bad call… hurt Kim…"

"It was a… scared and confused…"

'Mom and dad, sounds like their arguing about something.' Kim thought, recognizing the voices as she managed to make out snippets of their conversation.

"But still… like she'd been run over by a truck… expect him to stay here."

"Well where do you expect… dump him on the streets?"

As she got closer, Kim felt her confusion and curiosity grow as she made out more and more of her parents' argument. Upon reaching the doorway leading to the dining, the injured girl peeked in curiously, before freezing at what she saw.

Sure enough her mother, still dressed in her doctor's clothes, and her father, a middle-aged man with lightly greyed brown hair wearing black pants and a plain white shirt with black tie named James, were standing on either side of the dining table, both looking towards the other with disgruntled looks.

What really got Kim's attention though, was the familiar whiskered blonde currently seated at the table directly between the pair. Alarmed at this, the heroine nearly charged in on reflex, but managed to stop herself once she noticed the boy's face.

Gone with the aggressiveness she'd seen in the hospital, he instead was staring down at the table with an apologetic and guilty expression.

"I'm not saying anything like that dear," James said as he rubbed his brow, "I just… shouldn't we wait till Kimmy-bear is awake to talk about this? She should have some say after what happened."

"Now you're just stalling James," Ann said, pointing at her husband accusingly. "We both know our daughter is not in any condition mentally or physically for this kind of discussion. Besides, there is no argument, my mind is made up."

"But dear-"

"Don't you 'But dear' me, the boy is going to be staying here and that is final," The older redhead cut in with a glare that made James recoil. "Now you can either stand there and continue to argue with me pointlessly or do something useful and get back to studying that god damn machine of Drakken's, figure out what the hell it did to cause this mess, and fix it!"

Sighing in defeat, James nodded his head before walking out a doorway on the other side of the room, knowing there was no point continuing this conversation with his wife in her current mood.

Meanwhile, huffing slightly from her little rant, Ann went over to a nearby counter and poured herself a cup of coffee. Quickly mixing in a few scoops of sugar and powdered creamer, the mother took a long draught of the caffeinated beverage before looking towards Kim's hiding spot with a dull look. "Are you going to join us Kimberly or are you just gonna keep skulking in the shadows?"

Surprised at being caught, Kim couldn't help the small "Eep!" that escaped her lips as she stumbled out of her hiding spot. "How…how did you know I was here?"

"Mother's intuition," Ann said with a smirk as she leaned against the counter and took another sip of her drink before gesturing to the boy at the table, who was avoiding looking at the younger redhead while rubbing the back of his head nervously. "I know you know what I said, so I'll just skip right to introductions. Kim, this young man is Naruto, he'll be staying with us for a while."

"Uh yeah, meaning to ask about that. I don't mean to sound rude but… Are you nuts!? You're letting the guy who attacked both of us for no reason live with us?!" Kim asked incredulously.

"Yes," Ann said as she went over to her daughter's side and clapping a hand over the younger redhead's mouth just as she opened, likely to yell some more. "And before you start ranting, let me explain."

Glaring at her mother in irritation, Kim started to reach up in order to pry the hand off her face, only to stop when the elder redhead fixed her with a much more intense stare of her own. Knowing how her mother could be when angry, Kim reluctantly let her hands drop and waited for her to say her piece.

Seeing she had her daughter's attention, Ann sighed calmly before pulling her hand away. "Look, this was all just a misunderstanding. Naruto here thought we had attacked him first and was simply acting in self-defense. And it certainly didn't help that you attacked him as well instead of trying to talk it out like I did, huh?"

Kim opened her mouth to argue against that, but no words came out of her mouth as she remembered how the fight between her and Naruto started. Now that she thought about it, he had been more in a frenzied panicked state and she probably could have stopped that whole fight from happening by simply answering his questions. But no, instead she got all emotional and punched him in the gut.

And looking down at the boy once again, the world-trotting heroine could clearly see the regret written all over his face as he kept glancing at her from the corner of his eye.

"That's what I thought," Ann said with a nod before snapping her fingers to get Naruto's attention. "Naruto, this is Kim, do you have anything to say to her?"

Gulping nervously, the blonde nodded his head and bowed his head towards the younger redhead and mumbled. "Sorry for beating you up at the hospital Kim-san."

"Really?" Kim asked, looking towards her mother in disbelief. "He beat's the crap out of me and all he has to do is-"

"He also has to clean the bathrooms after every taco and chili night for the next three months."

"Apology accepted!" Kim eagerly said in Japanese upon hearing what her mother said, even going as far as to reach over and shake the boy's hand.

Surprised at the girl's sudden change of mood, Naruto couldn't help but quirk a brow in confusion towards Ann who just waved it off with a giggle. "Also Ann-chan said you were the one who found me and took me to the hospital, so thank you."

"No problem, though to be honest, I thought you were someone else." Kim said with a shrug before looking towards her mother. "Speaking of, I heard you telling Dad to look at Drakken's teleporter. Did you find any sign of Ron?"

"Unfortunately not yet," Ann said with a shake of her head, making Kim's head droop until her mother added. "But don't give up hope, your father believes that just before the machine exploded it briefly activated and teleported Ron elsewhere, likely the same place that Naruto here got nabbed from based on what he told me."

"That… does make sense," Kim said, cheering up a bit before suddenly turning her head towards Naruto as an idea hit her. "Wait, then all we have to do is ask him where he was and we'll find Ron."

"Uuuuuuuh, yeah, I had the same thought, but we ran into a little snag." Ann said nervously, causing Kim to look at her with narrowed eyes.

"What kind of snag?"

"Well you see…" Ann started, rubbing the back of her head as she thought of how to say this, before sighing for the umpteenth time that day and going with the blunt truth. "Naruto may or may not be from a different dimension."

…

…

"…What?"

-End Chapter-

-Translations-

Anatahadare?! Koko wa doko?! Watashi wa koko de nani o shite iru nda?! : Who are you?! Where am I!? Why did you kidnap me?!

O bāchan no hanashi o tomete, watashi ni kotaete kudasai! Doko de watashi wa fakkudesu ka? Anatahadaredesu ka? Naze watashi o tsukamaeta nodesu ka?! : Stop speaking gibberish lady and answer me! Where the fuck am I?! Who the fuck are you!? Why did you capture me?!

Matsu!: Wait!

AN:

XXX777: Damn, Kim took a beating this chapter.

A.I.: You got to admit though, she did manage to dish out her own share of pain as well.

XXX777: Yeah, but to bad for her, Naruto deals with much worse on a pretty much daily basis and his healing factor pretty much nullified any damage she managed to do.

A.I.: Not to mention his speed, strength, and reflexes trumped Kim's by a mile. And it certainly didn't help that Kim was already in bad condition at the get go. The only thing she had going for her at this time was Naruto's still partially drugged state and her high intelligence. Though gotta say, pretty stupid of her to try and headbutt him of all things, he isn't called hardheaded for nothing after all.

C. Kitsune: Whoa, hold up guys! Is the chapter over already?

A.I.: Yeah, we just finished up. Where were you?

C. Kitsune: Fixing the fourth wall, duh.

XXX777 & A.I.: Nora?

C. Kitsune: Nora. So what did I miss?

A.I.: Nothing much, we're still in the introduction arc chapters.

C. Kitsune: Oh good, well then, since I'm late I'll do the ending. Hey guys ,hope you all liked the new chapter and please review or comment. Till next time!