Disney owns the characters, I'm just taking them for a test drive. I'm writing Kim's Aunt June as Anne Possible's sister.

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One of the many advantages of time manipulation was the ability to slip into even the most highly secured locations unnoticed. It was a skill the Supreme Empress greatly enjoyed. Kinda wish I could do that in the old days, she thought with a smirk. Although, it does take some of the fun out of infiltration. The Empress strode confidently down the well lit hallway, passing like a phantom by the lab's sole occupant, to her ultimate destination.

Hard to believe this guy kept working on these considering how many times they were stolen. The Empress fully reentered the timeline just long enough to take a small box labeled "CC Model 1." This little mind control gadget of Dr. Bortel's should come in handy, she thought with a devious grin. The Empress removed the chip from its box and inserted it in a special slot in her gauntlet. "As soon as I fully integrate this into my hypnotic strobe, I can make that loser do what I want, when I want. I should have thought of this before."

As quickly as she appeared, the Supreme Empress vanished. Dr. Cyrus Bortel wouldn't know that his only remaining compliance chip prototype was missing until it was much too late.

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Ronald D. Stoppable, Jr. had seen many strange things in his life. He had seen his Aunt Hana run up and down walls and on ceilings. He'd seen his father turn blue, float, and perform feats of superhuman strength. He'd grown up around a guy who could sprout electrically charged vines from his hands, and a girl who could walk through walls. But one thing RJ had never seen, and never even thought he would see, was two newbie villains clad in whatever metallic objects were close by, about to attack a version of his mother who was just a couple years older than he was in a severely altered past.

When Grandpa James said "Anything is Possible for a possible," I don't think this is quite what he had in mind.

Kim Possible, on the other hand, was slightly annoyed. "Look, fellas, you so don't want to mess with me right now. I got dragged to a Fearless Ferret nightclub owned by my sleaze ball of an ex-best friend by my geek cousin, who decided to just ditch me when he met a pretty face in a way too skimpy Ferret Girl costume! I am not in a very good mood right now! So if you don't want me to use you as punching bags, I suggest you leave now!"

RJ and his sister Dawn both flinched at Kim's assessment of their father. "I'd do what the lady says, guys," RJ warned. "Trust me on this one!"

"And you two need to get out of here now!" Kim ordered.

"Oh no," the thug named Dirk said. "That pretty little blonde is coming with me!" Dirk lumbered forward, his motions restricted by the shear mass of the random metallic objects encasing him. "We're gonna have fun, aren't we baby doll?"

Dawn's eyes narrowed. "You so didn't go there!" Dawn crouched into a defensive stance and dove forward, sliding under Dirk's legs as he lunged for her. She rolled onto her back, and then rolled onto her shoulders. Kicking forward, she landed on her feet, ready for another attack.

"Okay, that was impressive," Kim said as she watched the unexpected display.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, Mom," Dawn said with a wink.

Kim blinked in surprise. "Mom?"

Dawn grabbed a discarded length of two by four and brandished it like a war club. "Oh, boys! I'm over here!" Both of the Scrap Metal Maniacs started lurching forward; each footfall echoing off the alley walls. Dawn started tapping her foot impatiently. "Now! While I'm still young!"

"Hey, babe," Dirk's friend Kirk taunted, "if you really wanna party, why don't you come over here."

"I guess I'm gonna have to. Hey, bro! Catch!" Dawn tossed her improvised weapon to RJ and lunged forward into a handspring and flew towards her attackers.

"Coming at you, little sister!" RJ shouted when Dawn was back on her feet. He tossed the board, but she dropped it in a very Ron Stoppable like fashion. Kim and RJ both slouched their shoulders and groaned in annoyance.

The Maniacs saw this as their shot and surrounded Dawn. "Play time!" they both declared, and moved in to capture their target. A split second before they struck, Dawn dove to the side, safely out of their grasp. With a resounding clang, the metal clad creeps met head on. Literally. They stumbled back holding their helmeted heads; their ears still ringing from the impact.

"And that's why armor isn't always a good idea," Dawn said happily.

"Not bad," Kim said. "Any other ideas? Those two are coming back."

"Not really," Dawn answered. "I was kinda hoping they'd knock themselves out."

"No such luck," Kim said.

"Don't worry! We have backup coming," RJ insisted. "We just need to hold out a little longer."

Kim watched the Maniacs amble towards them. "I hope they're good."

"It's my aunt and her boyfriend," RJ said with a lopsided grin. "They're two of the best."

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Joey Lipsky, a.k.a. Nogo, and Hana Stoppable ran as fast as their legs would carry them. From one of Hana's cargo pocket came annoyed squeaks. "Sorry, Roxy," Hana said to her pet naked mole rat. "If we go gently, Dawn and RJ might buy it!"

"Not to mention Aunt Kim," Joey added. "I'm just glad we hadn't gotten all that far from their location." He checked the tracking signal on his Kimmunicator watch. "The alley's coming up in a block and a half, Han!"

"I just hope we're in time," Hana said under her breath.

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"You know, those guys look like metal cupcakes," RJ mused.

Kim and Dawn rolled their eyes. "What was your name again?" Kim asked.

"RJ."

"Head in the game, RJ," Kim snapped.

RJ's observation, meanwhile, didn't sit so well with the occupants of the metallic mishmash. "We're not cupcakes!" Kirk protested.

"Yeah!" Dirk agreed. "We're the Scrap Metal Maniacs!"

Before they could make a move, a voice from behind them asked, "Hey, who are the cupcakes with the stainless steel frosting?"

The metal miscreants spun around a much as they could to see a Japanese girl and a long haired boy giving them smug looks. "For the last time!" Dirk screamed. "We're not cupcakes! We're the Scrap Metal Maniacs!!!"

Joey and Hana shared a look. "Cupcakes," they both said.

"Come on, Joey," Hana said to Joey, "let's have some desert!"

"Ladies first!" Joey replied with a smirk.

Hana and Joey leapt into action. Hana sprinted towards the tinplated toughs, and dove to her right at the last minute. She printed a halfway up the nearest wall and backflipped off of it, landing on Dirk's shoulders. She covered his eye slits.

"Hey! Get offa me!" Dirk's bulky armor made it impossible to get the lithe super ninja off of him; his arms just couldn't raise high enough.

"Okay, that was way beyond spankin,'" Kim said in admiration.

"That's our Aunt Hana," Dawn replied smugly.

"Wait till you see what Joey has up his sleeves," RJ said. "And I mean that literally."

"Hey, pretty boy," Kirk said, trying to get Joey boxed in. "You've got long hair like a girl!"

"And you have a mastery of witty banter," Joey mocked. "Why do I always face off against the dumb ones?" Joey's vines erupted from the backs of his hands and crackled with blue electricity.

"That's a new one," Kim said in surprise. "How can he do that?"

"He takes after his 'rents," Dawn answered.

"Who are his parents?"

"Uh," RJ said, not wanting to answer. "Let's just say you've met them before. More than once."

"What are you gonna do, go all Tarzan and swing on your vines?" Kirk taunted.

"Nah, I thought I'd just do this." Joey's vines shot out at Kirk and wrapped themselves around his ankles. Gotta be careful on this one; not too much. Joey sent a low voltage surge of electricity down his vines and into the metal armor. Kirk screamed in pain as the juice went through his metal shell and into his body. Joey quickly cut the power and released his foe. As soon as Joey let the thug go, Kirk's armor went to pieces. Joey had shorted out the belt and gauntlets that had turned the metal objects in the alley into an armor shell.

Kirk fell face first to the ground. "I don't wanna be a super villain no more," he muttered.

"Hey, Han, you need some help over there?" Joey asked.

"Nah! I'm fine!" Hana replied, still covering Dirk's eyes. "It's just like the bucking bronco ride at J.P. Bearymore's!"

"Get off, you dumb little......... uh....... dummy!"

"Hey, Joey! You're not the only one who got a genius. You know, this isn't as much fun as it used to be." Using Dirk's helmet as a springboard, Hana flipped off his shoulder and landed in front of him; right between him and the wall. "Okay, big boy. You want me, come and get me!"

"You're going down!" Dirk charged Hana like a bull in a rodeo. Hana calmly stepped out of his way at the last minute, sending him head first into the wall, imbedding it in the bricks. "Hey! Lemme outta here!!!!! Let me out!!!! Come on, this isn't fun anymore!! Please? Come one! We was just playing! Weren't we, Kirk? Kirk?"

"I don't wanna go to school, Mommy," Kirk moaned, still not really with it.

"Should I get him out of that thing?" Joey asked.

"Nah," Kim said, coming to inspect their handy work. "Let the police cut him out." As if on cue, the Kimmunicator went off. She pulled the mp3 player sized device from her pocket. "Go, Wade."

"The police are on their way to pick up the trash," the young genius said, a split second before the sirens could be heard coming from down the street.

"Gotta go!" Hana quickly said. "Nice seeing you, Sis, but we need to take off. Come on, guys!"

The quartet ran down the alley with Kim in hot pursuit. "Sis? What are you talking about? Who are you?" Kim quickly set her Kimmunicator to scan mode, unleashing a wide spread beam of green light that swept over her retreating allies.

"You'll find out soon enough!" Joey yelled back.

When Kim got to the street, all she saw was the flashing lights of the oncoming police cars. Her mysterious new friends had vanished into thin air. "Okay, this sitch just got a whole lot weirder."

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The morning hours saw Ron Stoppable doing something he didn't really enjoy; sitting in a meeting. Ron was in his home office, staring blankly at the forms and figures in front of him while his accountant tried to explain the returns on his recent investments. "You think you could just cut to the chase? All these numbers are making my headache worse."

His accountant, Roma Numeral, sighed in annoyance. She loved to dazzle people with her mathematical prowess. "Bottom line, last night's opening surpassed our expectations, and it looks like we turned a very nice profit! Your stocks are doing well, and almost all of your other investments are keeping you more than comfortably in the black."

"You are the bondigetty numbers lady, Roma!" Ron exclaimed. "Bonnie would've driven me to bankruptcy by now if it wasn't for you."

"I've been meaning to ask, Ron, why do you keep her around? It's obvious that she's using you, and it's even more obvious that you can't stand her!"

"She was all I had after things with me and KP went south," Ron said in a sad voice. "Well, her and Rufus. Of course, she was no help at all when my parents threw me out."

Roma couldn't believe what she heard. "Your parents threw you out?"

"Out of the blue! I come home from school one day and they have my bags packed! My dad says that if I'm old enough to be rich, I'm old enough to live on my own. They started the emancipation process and everything." Ron sighed and slouched in his seat. "I was only sixteen."

"I'm sorry, Ron," Roma said. "Now, back to the finances. I've noticed that Miss Rockwaller's spending is out of control. Why you gave her a business credit card I'll never know."

"Me either," Ron replied. Just like I don't know why I was so harsh twith Kim after I got rich. "But I did have the bank cut her limit."

"By how much?"

Ron had a devious grin on his face. "Down to twenty bucks. Next shopping spree she'll be in for a rude awakening! If she wants it back, she'll have to work for it. I think the downstairs bathrooms could use a good scrubbing with a toothbrush, don't you?"

Roma couldn't help but laugh. "You are a devious man, Ron Stoppable! It seems like you have that under control. The only other thing is the money you keep funneling to Miss Possilble's tech guy. You're not getting any sort of a return on that."

"No, but I'm still helping her," Ron said. "After how big of a jerk I was, it's the least I can do. Speaking of, send Wade another two hundred and fifty thousand. He'll put it to good use."

"Sure thing, Ron," Roma smiled.

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"I wish I had better news," Wade Load said over the Kimmunicator. "The scan just wasn't that clear."

Kim, who was sitting on her bed in her parent's house, was more than a little irritated. "I used the wide beam setting. I got all four of them!"

"Six," Wade corrected. "I picked up two more life signs. I can't tell, but they seemed like small animals. Maybe they have pets."

"Whatever," Kim grumbled.

"On the bright side, our anonymous donor just sent us another quarter mill," the young genius reported.

"Well, that's something, at least," Kim said, annoyed that her former best friend had more money than he knew what to do with and spent it on frivolous things, while this mystery millionaire sent her money so she could better help those who contacted her. It made her wish Ron had never invented the naco in the first place. But this wasn't the time for a trip down memory lane. "Any idea why the scan wasn't clear?"

"Interference," Wade replied. "Those guys are saturated with chronitons!"

"Okay, you lost me. What's a chroniton?"

"Basically, chronitons are time particles," Wade explained. "Recent work with the pan temporal vortex inducer proved their existence. If I had to guess, I'd say these guys used a PTVI or something similar. Somehow, they traveled through time recently. Those residual particles messed with the scan. Well, that and two other factors."

"And what factors would those be?"

"Two of them, the Asian girl and the vine guy..."

"You mean Hana and Joey," Kim said.

"Right. They had some other kinds of energy fields." Wade took a sip from his Slurpster. "Hana's I can't identify. It's strong though."

"Well, she did run up a wall," Kim smirked.

"Joey's was easier. He has a powerful bio-electrical field. That probably explained how he shot those electrical bursts down his vines. Unfortunately, I couldn't get DNA scans on them."

"Great," Kim muttered. "What about RJ and Dawn?"

"The chroniton interference made a full DNA scan impossible," Wade said. "However, I was able to get a profile of their mitochondrial DNA."

"Well, that'll tell us who they're related to on their mother's side of the family," Kim said, remembering that unlike DNA in the cell nucleus, which came from both parents, mitochondrial DNA was passed down completely unchanged from mother to child.

"Right," Wade agreed. "They're definitely related. Their mitochondrial DNA is identical."

"That's not a surprise," Kim said. "They're siblings, after all. I mean, my mitochondrial DNA is the same as the Tweebs, my mom, Aunt June and my cousin Larry."

"Funny you should mention them."

Kim gave Wade a funny look. "What do you mean?"

Wade took a deep breath to gather his thoughts. "RJ and Dawn have the exact same mitochondrial DNA as you, and everyone you just mentioned. Whoever they are, they're descended from your maternal line. They're part of your family, Kim."

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The Pit Stop Diner was opened back in the 1950's as a simple roadside eatery, but quickly became one of the go to spots in the Tri-City. Unfortunately, the retirement of the original owner, as well as fluctuations in the economy, caused the quaint little establishment to go out of business in the mid 80's. The Upperton Historical Society currently held the deed, preventing the diner from being bought out and demolished. In the unaltered timeline, Ron Stoppable would eventually buy the place, bring it up to code, and reopen the Pit Stop Diner under its original name. The only real changes made were to the kitchen, and the display cases that were added to the main room to house souvenirs from Team Possible missions. Now, it looked like the old diner would never reclaim its former glory. All it was good for was as a place to hide.

"Well this tanks," RJ Stoppable grumbled. He and the rest of the future Team Possible had decided to hide out here since it wasn't in use. All four of them had changed back into their mission gear and were trying to come up with a plan of attack. RJ swept the dust out of one of the booths and took a seat. "We're still no closer to figuring out who's doing all this."

"Could be worse," Dawn added, taking a seat by her brother.

"How?"

"I don't know! But isn't that what they say in the movies? That it could always be worse?"

"Yeah, Dawnie," Joey deadpanned. "Right before it really goes down the tubes."

"Can't we try to be a little optimistic?" Hana chided. "We're here, and we know where my sibs are. All we have to do is find them and get the necklaces on them."

"Easier said than done, Hana," Joey sighed. "Uncle Ron's place looks harder to get into than a building with one of my dad's security systems, and I doubt Aunt Kim trusts us all that much after we took off."

"Not only that," Dawn added, "but we still don't know who this Empress lady is and why she's messing with time in the first place."

"KP's a sensible lady," Hana said hopefully. "All we have to do is sit her down and explain the sitch. She'll listen."

"So talk," a voice from the front entrance said. Kim Possible walked into the dim light of the diner. "Explain to me who you are, how you know me, and why I should trust you." She looked over at RJ and Dawn. "And you two need to explain exactly how we're related!"