2 Years Ago: Middleton High School Junior Prom

As Kim moved in to kiss the boy who had his arms gently wrapped around her, she felt a heaviness in her heart; a tiny hint of fear that told her that nothing would ever be the same again. But the moment their lips touched, all of her fears and all of her troubles slipped away. The warmth of being in his embrace, the comfort of his hands pulling her in closer, and the knowledge that no matter what danger they may face the next day or a year down the road he would be beside her…it was how Kim always dreamed her prom would end, though never in a million years would she have guessed that the boy would be Ron Stoppable. Clumsy, dependable Ron.

Kim pulled away from the kiss and the two looked into each other's eyes, smiling, "Come on," Kim took the boy by the hand and quickly led him past Mr. Barken and through the double doors out of the gym.

Rufus, seeing Ron leave, quickly tried to run after the two, but Monique quickly swiped him up, "Uh uh, little man," she said as she opened her hand, palm up, and let him stand, "It took this long, let's give them some privacy."

When they reached the football stadium, Ron pulled Kim to a halt, "Kim, what are we—" but before he could finish, the girl grabbed him by the collar of his powder blue tux and pulled him in for another kiss, "Okay," he said, dazed by the action, and the two sat down on the grass. With Ron to her left, the two lay there on the fifty-yard-line, hand in hand, staring up at the stars until the music from the dance ended and students started pouring out of the gym.

Hospital

Kim woke up a few minutes past noon with a throbbing pain in her chest. Instinctively she put her hand over the area, but she instantly regretted her action when putting pressure on the healing wound mixed with the sensitivity of the stitches added to the pain. "Jeez," she pushed her back off the bed slightly and gripped the sheets to bear against the pain, stirring Ron in the process.

"Kim," he yawned as his eyes slowly focused, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said through gritted teeth. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down and lowered herself back onto the bed, though some of the pain remained. She knew she should be thankful that the blade was small and that it had missed her heart, but she wanted to get out there and find whoever it was that tried to kill her in the first place.

"Okay, Kim, I know that I'm no master boyfriend, but I know that when you say 'I'm fine,'" he punctuated his point with a actual air quotes, "you really mean you want to kick someone's butt."

"Duh," Kim said as she scrunched her face, displeased with the circumstance, "But every minute I'm in here, whoever did this to me is out there planning their next move."

"Well when can you leave the hospital?" Ron asked, hoping for some good news.

"Leave? A week. Get back to saving the world? Who knows?" Kim's expression softened and a frown appeared on her face.

Ron didn't know if she was sad, or upset, but he figured the best he could do was try to lighten the mood, "Well, look at the bright side KP. It looks like the leagues of Evil have been pretty calm about the whole taking of the world thing ever since graduation. Maybe they'll hold out on their plans for a bit longer. Maybe this was just their monthly quota or something."

Kim gave him a look that had "shut up" stamped all over it, but her expression quickly turned to one of gratitude once she realized this was Ron's way of telling her not to worry about it. Plus, she couldn't stay angry at that stupid smile of his, "Thanks, now come here," she reached her arm up around the back of Ron's neck, amazed at how much her strength had returned after finally getting some sleep, and pulled him in for a kiss. Their lips touched for the fist time in what felt like an eternity, and Ron slid a hand behind Kim's head and lifted to make things easier on the girl. "Ow."

Ron recoiled, "I'm sorry," he said frantically, "Did I hit something?"

Kim let out a chuckle, "Don't worry," she pushed herself up as best she could and turned to the side so that she could give Ron a reassuring look, "Whoever took me did quite a number on my head. No biggie." Ron relaxed slightly at her explanation, though the worry clearly hadn't left his face, "Hey Ron, pass me the remote."

Kim pointed to a remote at the foot of the bed, and Ron passed it to her, "Kim, you don't have a TV in here, what's the remote—" Before he could finish his question, Kim hit a button that caused the back of the bed to rise to an angle so that Kim could sit upright, "Oh," he said with a hint of his usual child-like wonder coming back, "how spacey."

Kim let out another small laugh, "I can always count on you to find amazement in the simplest of things."

"You know it KP."

The door to the room opened and the doctor walked in with a pleased look on her face, "Good to see you looking happy, Miss Possible," she looked over at Ron, "And my, I didn't see you coming in, Mr. Stoppable," she gave him a wink.

"Kim," Ron whispered to his girlfriend, "What's she talking about."

"No overnight visitors except for immediate family," she responded at a normal volume, "Right, Dr. S?"

"Dr. S?" Ron gave the woman a quizzical look, "What's the S stand for?"

"Dr. Savage," the tall woman rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "but trust me, that's the last name you want to have as a doctor." She let out a chuckle, "Well, except for Kevorkian, perhaps." Despite the doctor's amusement at the joke, Kim found it rather dark and Ron hadn't understood it to begin with, "But back to the topic of rule breaking, I believe this belongs to you," she reached a hand into a pocket of her lab coat and pulled out a familiar pink blob.

"Rufus, I was worried sick about you," Ron said, though secretly he was too worried about Kim to wonder where his pet had been. He had simply assumed that Rufus had, as he was prone to do when Ron and Kim needed some time alone, run off to his dorm room to eat his stashes of food.

Rufus immediately jumped out of Doctor S's hands and onto the bed, whereupon he ran straight to Kim and nestled itself in her hair, "I'm happy to see you too, Rufus," Kim said as the hairless rodent hugged the side of her face.

"That's a curious pet you have there, Mr. Stoppable, just make sure he doesn't run out again. I can be lax with some of the rules, but I won't tolerate a pet running around the hospital. Luckily I caught him before he found himself compromising the health of another patient." The trio let out a nervous smile at the doctor's stern words, thankful that she hadn't ordered the rodent and Ron to leave.

The doctor spent the better part of the next hour checking Kim's vitals and making sure that her wound was on the proper route to recovery while Ron stood outside, adamant about staying close to Kim until she was ready to leave.

Dr. Drakken's Evil Lair: Somewhere beneath the Pacific Ocean

Dr. Drakken paced the top deck of his secret underwater lair as he wracked his brain for a solution to his most recent problem, "I've tried everything," he wailed, wishing that he had managed to replicate his plant serum so that he could once again enlist the help of his mutated plants, "But no matter what I do it just won't work."

"Have you tried brute force, Dr. Drakken?" Drakken looked over at the man who gave the suggestion. Over seven feet tall, muscular, clad in the standard red and black goon uniform, with a gravelly voice to match, the man was one of the few remaining loyal henchmen the doctor had after saving the day.

"That's you're suggestion for everything Ajax," Drakken said as he continued his pacing.

"Um, sir, my name isn't Ajax, it's Kevin." The henchman corrected the doctor.

"I know that," Drakken stopped his pacing and screamed at the man, "But how scary is someone named Kevin," Dr. Drakken stuck his tongue out as if the utterance of the name itself was enough to make him sick, "But Ajax, that's a strong name."

"Okay," the henchman agreed, more out of convenience than anything, "But why not brute force?"

"Because," the doctor threw his arms down, and continued in a patronizing voice, "a delicate touch is needed to handle an operation such as this. If we use brute force we run the risk of catastrophic failure."

The henchman raised a quizzical eyebrow at the response, "But sir….it's a pickle jar."

Dr. Drakken breathed out an annoyed sigh. Pickle jars have long been a nuisance for the man, and he often relied on Shego to get them open after scores of his own men failed to remove the lid, "Yes, but have YOU tried opening it lately?"

"Yeah, it was stuck, but if we just cut through the top or something I'm sure—"

"NO!" Drakken cut him off, "Where's Shego. She's the only one I can trust with this."

"Um, don't you remember, sir? She went off to California. Something about Kim being in the hospital."

Dr. Drakken blinked in disbelief a few times, "…..What?"

Hospital

"Mom, Dad, I'm so glad you could make it," Kim said from her hospital bed as Ron stood up to hug her parents.

"My, Ronald," Dr. Ann Possible said with a nervous laugh, "Good to see you too. I trust you've been keeping a close eye on Kim these past two days?"

"But not too close," Dr. James Possible interjected by sticking a finger in Ron's face, ever vigilant about the danger of boys and Ronalds in her life.

"Relax Dr. and Dr. P," Ron pointed his thumb at his chest with a triumphant smile, "With me watching her, what could possibly go wrong?" The three Possibles exchanged wary glances and Ron relaxed his pose, "Okay, yeah, whatever."

"Ron's been a great help, Dad," Kim reassured her father. She didn't want to alert her parents to this bit of distress she had felt the day before, but she felt she owed Ron credit where credit was due, "How was your flight?"

"Oh never mind that Kim," her mother sat at the foot of the hospital bed, "we've been worried sick about you," it wasn't until now that Kim and Ron noticed how haggard her parents looked, no doubt resulting from a few restless nights, "You have no idea how relieved we are to see you awake."

"Thanks Mom," Kim looked past her father who still stood near the door, "Um…where are the tweebs?"

The two Doctor Possibles simultaneously started rubbing their temples and let out a sigh.

Middleton High School

Mr. Barken paced back and forth at the front of the classroom like a drill sergeant as Jim and Tim Possible sat slouched in their chairs in yet another detention, "Possible, Possible," he said and the two straightened up, "I know that you are becoming all too familiar with my detentions, but I can't believe how many times I have had to go over this with you….no rerouting of the school's power supply for your experiments."

"But sir," Jim started.

"How else were we supposed to generate enough power to open up a wormhole?" Tim finished. The two always had a knack for creating sensational inventions with everyday appliances….of course, the liberal application of jet fuel and experimental parts helped quite a bit.

Mr. Barken slammed a fist down on each of their desks, "Listen carefully because I don't want to repeat myself," he narrowed his eyes at the two, "No more opening transdimensional wormholes in the physics lab," he still didn't know what the word meant, he was just copying what the teacher who caught them had said. He looked aside and dropped his voice, "we're still finding prehistoric moth's from the last time." Mr. Barken never thought he would see the day when Ron Stoppable was not at the top of his nuisance list.

Hospital

"So how long are they in detention for?"

"Until summer break," Ann said, "No excuses, no exceptions."

"Huh, that's less than two weeks," Kim crossed her arms, happy that doing so only a slight pain that was more annoyance than anything, "do you ever feel like that school is too lenient when it comes to potential serious property damage?"

Seemingly ignoring Kim's question, the female Dr. Possible turned the topic of conversation back to her daughter, "Well Kim, you seem to be doing well. I'm surprised at how quickly you seem to be recovering."

"Yeah, I was wondering about that," Ron started scratching his chin and narrowed his eyes quizzically at the girl, "I suggested that coming into contact with all of those supervillains must have mutated her to be super strong or something," Ron folded his arms and an annoyed look grew on his face, "But the doctors said she probably just has a high tolerance for pain or something."

"Well it is remarkable," Ann leaned in close and inspected her daughter, "but then again you always seem to be able to do things that no one else can."

"Yup," her father put his hands on his hips and proudly said, "That's the good old Possible Gene. Nothing can keep us down for long." James reached into his pocket, "By the way, me and the boys built you something that may be of use," he pulled out a small remote, no bigger than an electric car opener, with a single blue button in the middle.

"Neat, Dad," Kim said, though she lifted a curious eyebrow at the device, "What is it exactly."

"Well, you see it's a—"

"Hiya Kimmie," an attractive woman with black hair dressed in a dark green business suit said from the doorway. She started taking her first step toward the redhead, but a blue barrier instantly erected itself around her, "What?" she said, more out of confusion than annoyance.

"Forcefield generator," Kim's dad finished, and he pulled his finger off of the button, proud that the success of the invention.

"Shego," Kim narrowed her eyes and tried to push herself up from bed, but the action set off the pain in her chest, causing her to fall back onto the bed, gritting her teeth against the pain, "Good to see you finally dropped the gaudy outfit."

"Yeah, I gotta say," Ron said with just a little too much enthusiasm in his voice, "you pull off the business look quite well."

"Ron," Kim shot at him tersely, "Not helping."

"Relax," Shego said from within the forcefield, "I'm not here to kill you. I just wanted to make sure you were all right." Ron and the Possibles gave her unbelieving looks and stood in complete silence, "Oh please," she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, "It's not like I care about you all of a sudden. I just had to make sure you weren't finished off. That honor's all mine." She threw Kim a wicked smile, and the girl returned the look with a glare.

"So what," Ron said, putting himself between Kim and her nemesis, "You here to finish the job?"

"Oh please. Like I'd stoop so low." Again the occupants of the room shot her the disbelieving look, "Oh come on," she let out, "Do you have any idea how pathetic it would make me look to kill you after you nearly had your heart plucked out? Besides, Drakken doesn't pay me overtime, so I'd say you're pretty safe."

Kim glared at Shego for a moment while Ann, James, and Ron looked back and forth between the two women, until Kim let out a sigh, "I can't believe I'm saying this….Dad, let her go." Her dad hesitated a moment, but complied. "So what," she said now that the forcefield was down, "You just thought you would drop by? Give me some flowers? Bring some chocolates to the injured girl?"

"Yeah, not appreciating the tone, Possible. Here's the deal, someone tried to kill you. That means that someone is about to try and do something cliché like take over the world. Now, as jolly and good as that sounds, I can't let them kill you on the way. They need to know that you are mine, and if they get in my way I will end them," she took a step closer so that she was mere inches away from Ron, "So who did this?"

"No clue," Kim said, refusing to break eye contact with the woman for even a second, "So why don't you get out of here before I show you that even in a hospital gown I can still kick your ass?"

"Hmph," Shego chuckled, "good to see your little near-death experience hasn't taken it out of you." She turned and walked past the male Possible, but stopped just outside the doorway, "Best keep a lookout Kimmie, other villains might not be so nice."

She continued down the hallway and out of sight. "Well," Ann said, cutting the awkward silence that followed her departure, "That was oddly polite…all things considered."

Hospital: Midnight

Clad in his black ninja garb, Monkey Fist crawled through the air vents of the hospital, eagerly looking forward to the opportunity to take out Kim Possible once and for all, "Soon," he said to himself, "soon enough the Possible girl will be out of the picture, then nothing will be able to stop me from getting revenge on that pesky sidekick of hers." He had to stifle his laughter, lest he alert whatever staff members had the night shift.

He had heard through the Villain Grapevine that Kim Possible had been hospitalized by some unknown force, "how impolite for them not to fess up," he said to himself. Landing such a damaging blow on the girl wonder was a feat in and of itself, and the only reason that Monkey Fist wasn't disheartened by the failed assassination was the fact that it opened up the opportunity to take the credit for himself.

"Here we are," he said as he came to a grate in the air vent that led to the room Kim Possible was being treated in. He pulled out a small, monkey shaped laser and pointed it at the grate before turning it on.

"The lass won't stand a chance," a man with a Scottish accent said, causing Lord Fiske to look up and see none other than Duff Killigan cutting into the very same grate with a golf tee-shaped laser.

"Killigan?"

"Monkey Fist? What are you doing here?"

"I'm going to kill Kim Possible," the spliced man answered, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm going to kill Kim Possible."

The two narrowed their eyes at each other and pronounced simultaneously, "Not if I get their first."

No longer caring about stealth, the two cut into the grate at a faster rate and fought each other to be the first to descend, with Duff coming out on top. Once on the ground, he grabbed the curtain that obscured Kim's bed and was about to wrench it open, when a hair fist grabbed him by the wrist, "Wait," Monkey Fist urged, "Rather than me and you fighting, which will inevitably draw unwanted attention to whoever has been assigned to watch her, why don't we do it together?"

Killigan thought about the proposition for a moment before nodding, "All right," he drew out his favorite club and brandished it like a sword, "but if you try and take the glory all for yourself, I'll hit you so hard it'd make William Wallace look like a wee baby in comparison."

"Fine…..on the count of three," the two took a deep breath, "One." Monkey Fist drew a knife.

"Two."

"Three," they said simultaneously and they threw the curtains open, revealing an empty bed.

"What?" they said in unison.

"Oh, are you two here to see Kim?" Dr. S said from the door, and the two would-be-assassins hid their weapons behind their back, nodding with terrified smiles plastered on their faces, "Well I'm sorry," she wrote a note on her clipboard, not bothering to pay much attention to the two intruders, "But she's been moved to her hometown. Oh, and visiting hours are over," she said as she started to walk away, "So I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

As her footsteps disappeared down the hallway Killigan turned to Monkey Fist, "Wait a minute. I thought you were turned into stone."

Monkey Fist, obviously displeased by being reminded of the incident hunched over slightly and with a scrunched face said, "I got better."

The two villains looked at each other and groaned, disheartened by their inability to ever catch a break.

Middleton: Possible House

Kim had been situated in her room, which had been converted by several of Ann Possible's colleagues to serve as a temporary hospital room until Kim had recovered, "Mom," she said as the woman finalized the setup, "thanks, but really, you didn't have to go through the trouble."

"Oh nonsense Kim, I'm sure the last thing you want to do is spend the first few days of summer vacation in the hospital," she took Kim's arm and cleaned it with an alcohol swab, "Besides, this way you don't have to stick to visiting hours."

Ron and her dad had to stay behind for one more day. Ron still had one exam to sit through, which according to Wade the boy had actually studied for, while Dr. Possible was charged with getting Kim's things home. While she had responsibly started packing up before the incident, there was still some work to be done. Of course Ron probably hadn't even started packing.

"I guess, if it's not too much…" she winced as her mom stuck her with the IV, "...Trouble….Is that really necessary?"

"You heard what the doctor said. If you feel too much pain you might do something to open your stitches, so until then, the IV stays in."

"Fine," Kim said, though even if she understood the reasoning behind it, she wished she could go out for just a few minutes. The sedentary lifestyle had never really agreed with her. However, with the exhaustion from the flight and the move, mixed with the painkillers, Kim soon found herself drifting into sleep.

Area Unknown

Emma stood behind the young scientist as he tapped away at his computer, "Voila," he exclaimed as he executed the final function of his program, "That should do it."

"And you're sure this will work?" Emma put a hand on the back of his chair and looked closely at the screen, utterly baffled by the seemingly random sequences of numbers and letters that rested behind the progress bar that was quickly moving closer to 100%.

"It should, provided the sample you brought was clear enough. But this type of work can be finicky," he leaned back in his chair and stretched his pale, lanky arms over his blond head, "There's a lot of information to fill in between the gaps of data, and if the sample wasn't clear, it might not work." He had explained that his invention would only work from live recordings, so if Emma hadn't listened and had gone and recorded from a television or radio, it would fail.

"It was clear, Nicholas. I got it right from the source," Emma assured him, and soon after, the screen flashed 'Program Complete.'

"Wonderful," Nicholas unhooked a small disk-like gadget from the computer and handed it to her, "Here you go. You just attach it to any sort of microphone… or any audio transmitter really…you can mimic that person's voice."

"Thanks," she attached the disk to the back of her phone and held it up to her ear, "Well Nicholas, does it work?" she asked to test it out.

"You bet it does….wait, was that Kim Possible's voice?" he said with amazement, "Do you know her? You must." He had long been a fan of the girl, and one day hoped to meet her. She had the exciting life he always wanted. And with the money he now had he could easily make a little investment in meeting her and perhaps training to replace that Stoppable guy as her sidekick…..though he figured it would probably be best to start off with a get well card.

"It sure was," she said, and she started tapping away at her phone, "Your money has been deposited into your bank account. Our friend in the IRS will make sure no one tries to investigate it."

"What, no briefcase full of money?" Nicholas asked only half joking as he stood up and cracked his slightly hunched back—a result of his height, gangliness, and tendency to hunch over at his computer "I've always wanted to be paid like that."

"That's a thing of the past," Emma shrugged as she pocketed her phone, "but tell me, how does it feel to be a 16 year old with two million dollars?"

"It feels great. Hey, just out of curiosity, why did you need to mimic Kim Possible's voice?" he put his hands in his pocket and laughed a little, "I mean, I get that your boss is eccentric," Emma smiled at the fact that the boy had bought the tale that she was hired by a man with….peculiar tastes, "But why her? Seems like a bit of an odd choice for an old…er man."

Emma smiled, "Well it's good to see your reputation is well deserved," she temporarily ignored the reasoning behind why she wanted Kim's voice as she reached behind her back, "and if you really want to know how I managed to get the sample," she leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I got it when I tried to kill her."

Nicholas' eyes went wide, and before he could react Emma fired two shots into his stomach. He fell on the floor, bleeding and shaking as the reality of what he had done became clear, "And thanks to you, my failure can be amended," she fired one last shot at his head, hitting him right between the eyes.

She holstered the gun in her waistband and once again raised the phone to her ear, making sure to separate the disk before talking, "Officer," she said to her mole, "Thanks for sending us the kid. He was a great help," she took a step away from the body as the pool of blood started seeping toward her, "you'll find two million dollars in your bank account in the morning. Our guy in the IRS will cover it up, so just don't spend any of it until he gives you the okay."

"You got it." He responded, and Emma shut her phone. She took one last look at the teenager she had just shot before reopening her phone and snapping it in two.