Chapter One

"Psychology?" Kim asked, looking at her notes. "This should be interesting." she whispered to herself, opening the door. She had just missed a few classes with the mission to thwart Gemini and the robbery, and it was only her first day back at Diverse City University after Christmas. She smiled as she reached to open the door, thinking of spending an evening with her Uncle Slim and cousin Joss. It had been so long since she had talked or even seen her cousin and the girl had grown up so much, and now apparently not so obsessed with her or Ron.

Kim opened the door and her smile faded. "Ah, Kim Possible. Ready to make a point of being late this semester as well, are we?" asked Professor Justin Credible. As a few laughs strung through the class, Kim quietly strode up to an empty seat. "Try to leave the University in one piece this time as well, alright? Now..." he began, starting his lecture. Kim sank into her chair. It had been four months since her and Ron had been turned evil by the Professor's Cerebral Manipulator and nearly destroyed the school in their battle with Drakken and Shego. She really didn't need reminded of it. The student next to her shifted uncomfortably, sliding his desk away a few inches.

Kim glared at her professor subtly. It was bad enough that she had had to deal with Bonnie as a rival from K through twelve, at least she had become a super villain that she could vent her frustration on. Then the memory of Bonnie falling from the cargo plane into the middle of the ocean brought Kim back to reality. She had been in numerous life and death sitch's before, but the closest she had ever come to ending anyone's life was Shego's during the Diablo crisis.

"Kim Possible?" Perhaps you could answer the question?" Professor Credible asked.

She smiled sheepishly. "Uh, could you repeat it, please?"

"Please keep your world saving daydreams outside of my classroom, Ms. Possible. Anyone else?"

Kim stood in line with numerous other young women dressed in the same cheer outfit. She had decided against trying out in the first semester because she had wanted to keep a low profile after her and Ron's world domination spree. Now, she was ready.

"So, Kim Possible. I hear you can do anything." said the lead cheerleader. Kim recognized her from somewhere, but couldn't put her finger on where. She had the look of the stereotypical blonde cheerleader. A stereotype Kim had been happy to break the mold of in high school.

"Well, I don't like to brag, but I was Captain of the Middleton cheer squad from six through twelve, saved the world from giant cybertronic robots, and repelled and alien invasion."

"So don't care!" the lead cheerleader held up her hand. Kim's face fell. It couldn't be! Lonnie Rockewaller?! "This isn't some super spy cartoon, or whatever. It's real life. Now, let's see what you can do." Lonnie said with an evil grin.

The routine was only slightly more complex than the one Bonnie had given her to do when she tried out so many years ago for the Middleton cheer squad. It was quite likely that Bonnie had found the routine in her sister's stuff with which to torture new try outs. For Kim, it was simpler than a battle with Shego.

As Kim completed the routine with perfect timing and precision, she waited in a split with her arms in the air and a fantastic smile on her face, barely winded. "Well that was nice." Lonnie said, a smug look on her face. "But you missed the timing on section D. This is University, not High School. Either you could do it again, or..."

"No big." Kim grinned, sliding her feet together to stand straight up from the split.

Kim sat at home waiting for Ron to get home as she soaked in a bubble bath, one leg hanging over the edge. Lonnie had her do the routine eight times before finally conceding that it had been perfect, and only because she had gotten bored of Kim not failing.

"I'm home!" came Ron's voice from the apartment door.

"I'm in the tub!" Kim shouted back, sliding a razor along her calf. "Could you..." she began. Ron stepped into the bathroom with a grin on his face as Kim reached her knee. She looked up at him as Ron stared and she swore she could see his left eye begin to twitch. "Knock much?"

"I... I..." Ron stammered.

"Could you start dinner? Joss and my Uncle should be here soon."

"You... You..."

"Yes, Ron. I shave my legs." Kim said, sinking her leg back into the tub. Ron slunk out of the bathroom slowly, closing the door. She recalled how her had reacted at the news that she waxed her eyebrows. Frankly, she was surprised that he was still conscious.

As she dried off and made her way to the bedroom to change, the aroma of Ron's expertise in the kitchen brought a smile to her face. With all of her stealth skills in use, she quickly moved from the bedroom to the kitchen to throw her arms around Ron.

"Gah! Kim!" he shouted, nearly dropping the frying pan he held in his hand. Kim laughed and leaned in with a grin but Ron reflexively moved away. "Uh... Kim?"

Kim uncoiled her arms and leaned against the opposite counter. "Ron, I know you didn't exactly grow up with many women in your house, but there are things that you're going to have to get used to." she smiled.

"Why do women do that, anyway?!" he asked. "Why do they put themselves through such torture?"

"So not the drama, Ron. Just imagine if I had been stuck with that monkey king talisman." Ron visibly shivered. "At least you didn't catch me working on my b..."

Ron held up a hand as the front door intercom buzzed. "Too much info!" he shouted. "New topic please, thank you!"

Kim grinned, stretching to reach the intercom button. "Hello?"

"What in tarnation you kids cookin' up there? Smells like one delish dish!" called Uncle Slim.

"Stoppable Surprise." Kim laughed. "Come on up." she invited, pressing the front door unlock. "So what are we having?" she asked Ron.

"My specialty! Something your relatives could appreciate considering your Uncle's five alarm chilli."

"You don't mean..." Kim said with the hint of worry in her voice.

"Yep! Homemade Nacos served with my own version of Diablo sauce. One week as a Bueno Nacho manager gave me access to all kinds of secrets." Ron said, rubbing his hands together evilly.

"Isn't that patented?" Kim asked as she went to answer the door.

"MY version of Diablo sauce, Kim. Five alarm chilli? Please! That's for babies!" Ron answered, placing serving plates down.

Kim rolled her eyes, opening the door to her Uncle Slim. "Well howdy, little niece." he said in his customary western twang. "Sure good to see you after that graduation ruckus."

"Not that I'd know." came Joss's voice from behind.

Kim gave her uncle a hug and invited him in, then turned to Joss. "I know Joss. Feel lucky you weren't at ground zero during the invasion." Kim said, taking her coat to hang up. "Rufus is playing on the Z-Boy if you'd like to join him before dinner."

"Aw! You never let me play before dinner." Ron whined, granting him a sharp look from Kim.

"Ron?! I... I mean, hey Ron." Joss smiled nervously.

"Go ahead, Joss. Rufus needs his ego taken down a notch." Ron grinned. "You hear that buddy? You're gonna get beat by a girl!"

Kim crossed her arms. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Face it, Kim. When it comes to real bad guys, you're the champ. But video games?" Ron goaded.

Kim sat on the back of the couch as Joss picked up a controller and started playing Zombie Mayhem with Rufus. "So what's new, Uncle Slim? What's this big project?"

Slime leaned back in one of the dining room chairs, tipping back his hat with a thumb. "Needed some parts to upgrade ol' Tornado."

"Couldn't you have ordered them online?" Ron asked. "Not that, y'know, we don't enjoy your company." he grinned before turning back to the stove.

Slim looked around as though to search for anyone listening in. "Truth is..." he whispered "there's a big show a-goin' on. Most high tech land vehicles in the world and ol' Tornadoe's been entered.

"Spankin', Uncle Slim! I'm sure Tornadoe will beat out anything else there." Kim smiled.

"Don't be so sure. Evade's got a new bike with a super charged rocket engine built in." Slim said. "It's one fandangled contraption and ain't too many people like the horse design no more. Even if it is robotic."

"Dinner!" Ron shouted.

"No big, Uncle Slim. I'm sure the work you've put into Tornadoe will be recognized." Kim assured him, taking a seat beside Ron.

Rufus climbed up on the table with a defeated look on his face as Joss sat down opposite Kim. "No way!" Ron exclaimed. "You beat Rufus?!" Rufus gave a defeated nod while Joss beamed. "Good job, kiddo." he said, giving the younger girl a playful punch in the arm. "Told ya, Rufus. Joss has the mad Mayhem skills."

Joss laughed nervously. "Heh. No big."

"What kind of a maniac would ride a rocket propelled bike, anyway?" Kim asked as Ron lifted his hand with a grin.

Motor Ed stood beneath a personally modified, cherry red nineteen fifty seven t-bird as a stereo blared out a heavy rock song by SMOOCH in the background of his new secret garage. "Dude, this ride, when it's done..." he began as he tightened up another bolt. "is going to rock hard. Seriously!"

"Hey Motor Ed!" shouted his lead lieutenant, his gang organizer, Charlie Grease. The guy was short and had enough shine in his hair to trap a deer with the reflection, but his knew his parts and accessories. And where to find them. "ED!" he shouted again before moving over to the stereo and pausing it.

"Oh, dude! You did not just turn off my tunes! You totally threw me off what I was doing, seriously!" Motor Ed shouted in shock, dropping his impact wrench into a nearby toolbox.

Charlie winced as the wrench rattled. "Sorry, Motor Ed. I figured you might want to check this out." he said, handing the muscular, mullet sporting ganger a flyer.

"Dude, this is the annual Diverse City Ultimate Road Warrior Convention. They've already threw me out of there. Twice! Seriously!" Ed said as he glanced at the pamphlet.

Charlie looked at the flyer again. "What? No. Motor Ed, check it out. Evade just came out with the Hatchet. It's a rocket bike and it's going to be right next door to the RWC. 500 horse power, V-10. This thing goes over four hundred miles an hour!"

Motor Ed paused, running his greasy fingers over his handle bar moustache. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." Charlie grinned.