The characters of Kim Possible belong to Disney. Anyone who you wouldn't see in an episode of the above TV series belongs to me. If you followed that at all.


Chapter One

The large, muscular man wouldn't have appeared to be talking to anyone at first. He would just seem to be glaring up at the ceiling. But if you were to look up at the ceiling…

The first thing that you would notice that the ceiling was spotted with bizarre colors, and that, here and there, tendrils hung from the ceiling. As you would walk along the hallway (as, in fact, the man was doing), it would transition from the cool, gray steel that you would expect to a fleshy, almost bloated substance, and the tendrils would trail down the walls. At the end of the hall, the floor was a hard, shell-like material that the man's boots echoed against with a series of dry thuds. The end of the corridor was a huge membrane that stretched across from wall to wall. In front of it sat an ordinary enough swivel chair. The man sat down, ran his hand over his shaven head, and groaned.

He had been created using the DNA of some of the greatest heroes known to the world. He could crush a man with his bare hands, or simply incinerate them with a blast of plasma.

His name was Construct. And the room that he had just walked into was named Winston.

Winston was regarded as the world's first and only organic supercomputer—with internet access, even! It also accounted for roughly one-fourth of the space station they were currently living on—that is, mostly the parts normally associated with silicon chips. And it prided itself on it's ability to annoy Construct.

They both knew it.

They were two of the most powerful creatures in existence.

And neither one was really worried about it right then.

A face suddenly appeared across the membrane.

"Construct!" it shouted cheerfully, "How wonderful to see you again!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. The Doctor wants to know about your progress on the monkey stuff."

"Oh yes, yes. Very diverting, you know. I've scoured the far corners of the world wide web, but so far, just some stuff from conspiracy theory websites. And the odd college thesis. On a completely unrelated side note, are you thinking about getting your hair done?"

Construct tried not to let his growing fury show. "Send the Doctor the thesis things, and save the conspiracy theories as back-up material."

"Will do, Maestro. You want me to send it to his PA, or his PC?"

Construct, who had just been about to leave the room at a fair speed, turned furiously.

"Why should I care?"

"Well, normally I would send it to his PA, but right now, he's giving the triplets a check-up."

Construct groaned.

"Of course," he growled. "Everything's got be about the triplets."

"I, oddly enough, share the sentiment, as does more than half our crew, but you know how he is. When he cares about something or he has a plan, he finishes it!"

Construct started. "Leave her out of this," he snarled, bringing his face right up to the screen (so to speak). "He finds out you were talking about her…"

"Still a sore subject? Hmm. Well, I suppose it can be hard on a person…"

Construct stood. "To his PA." He walked out of the room. He couldn't get out fast enough.


Clara leaned back in her seat. "Okay, Eric," she sighed. "Surprise me. How do we find Kim Possible?"

"Why are you asking me?" he asked.

"You were originally created to bring her down," Clara pointed out. "If either of us can track her, you can. Heck, you were probably trained to."

"I wasn't," Eric grumbled. "I was supposed to gain her confidence, and get her into position. And by the way… That plan failed. Miserably."

"So let the past be past, and concentrate on finding her in the now," Clara reasoned. Eric stared at her.

"What?" he asked.

"I meant, let's try and find out where she is."

"I don't know. Why don't you just check out a blog?"

Clara stared at him. Eric suddenly realized what he had said.

"Oh… right. There, um… there are some guys out on the internet who… ah… kind of track all the stuff that she does, and blog it? And, come to think of it…"

"We could track her through the blogs," Clara finished. "The next time you have a good idea, try and say it outright," she added dryly, raising an eyebrow at her companion.

"Hey, the idea literally just occurred to me!" Eric protested.

"And believe me, it says loads for your intelligence," Clara replied jokingly as she turned around and pulled up a computer screen on the stealth jet's dashboard. It winked to life, and she started typing.

"Oh, be quiet," Eric growled.

Clara smiled.


Kim Two stared through the car window at the massive buildings. Kim swiveled around briefly in her seat. She couldn't help but smile at the wide-eyed, awed expression that her clone was wearing. From the chuckle that Ron made, neither could he.

They had landed in Tokyo only a few minutes ago, and Kim Two had immediately pasted herself to the window. And even as she did, she continued to reel off name ideas.

"See anything interesting out there?" Kim asked.

"I can't read anything here…" Kim Two replied in a whisper. "It's so weird."

Kim and Ron glanced at each other, stunned. Then they burst out laughing.

"You pick the strangest things to be amazed at," Kim gasped. Kim Two stuck her tongue out at her.

"Oh, by the way," she interjected, "Gwen. Does that sound good?"

"Nah," Ron replied. "Two red-headed, crime fighting Gwens would be a little confusing. You want to pick up a little sushi, KP?"

"What sushi?" asked Kim Two.

And right about then, the first round hit the car.

I thought that I might as well hint at the shape of things to come in this chapter. I promise that, next chapter, you will get the fight that I set you up for in the prologue.