I do not own the Disney characters named herein, and am only using them for a nonprofit tale meant to entertain only.

Kim Possible: The Possible Factor

By LJ58

7

Kim drummed her fingers, wishing the day would end.

She glanced at the clock, but the hour was still far from over.

"Young lady," a gruff voice cut into her thoughts. "This is a study hour. Which implies quiet. So enough of the banging," Steve Barkin's dour tone commanded.

Kim's green eyes barely glanced his way.

"I'm not banging," she said evenly, and kept drumming her fingers.

"Possible, you're seriously close to….."

The bell rang, and Kim was out of her seat, and out the door in the same instant.

"Possible! No running…."

The redhead was gone.

Barkin threw up his hands, and rolled his eyes.

"Why do I even bother? Every year, the same thing? I'm in a zoo, people," he thundered at the slower students. "A zoo!"

No one commented as they departed the class.

Outside, the redhead was racing for her car, and glancing between her destination, and her Kimmuncator that she now wore on her wrist.

"Go, Wade," she said, finally getting the sginal just five minutes before the final bell. "Tell me you found him."

"Definitely, Kim," the young genius' face appeared as she jerked open her door, stabbed the auto-drive, and let the car take her straight up into the air as her peers just shrugged, and went their on ways. By now, they were used to the redhead.

"Is GJ inbound yet?"

"Commander Du is on site," Wade said with a grimace. "He has everyone holding back until he can be assured the current Intel is valid."

"By the time he gets any viable recon, Dementor will have activated that phase cannon, and put us all in another dimension. Who even let him have the pan-dimensional vortex inducer this time? I thought it was finally locked up?"

"He had good help."

Kim snorted.

"And an inside source," Wade went on. "The NSA is questioning the likely mole now, but it doesn't do us any good. Dementor has already wired the device into his teleporter he invented, and is claiming he can send anyone, or even everyone, into other dimensions if the U.N. doesn't bow to him."

"Just tell me I have time to get there."

"You're twenty minutes out. Considering his usual methods, you might have five minutes to spare. If you engage the hyper-drive boosters I installed during lunch."

"When did you….? Never mind," she cut herself off. "Just tell me how."

"That's easy. Just press the blue button."

"Blue? Not red?"

"Red is so clichéd, don't you think," Wade grumbled. "Just press it."

Kim looked to her dash, saw the new blue button now set just under the apparent radio, and nodded.

"Got it. Pressing the button….."

Her yelp of astonishment was joined by the roar of powerful thrusters that nearly deafened her as her small, improbable vehicle raced across the sky at close to Mach Four. Fighting the yoke when she took control of the car, she grinned as she felt the sheer velocity as even her stabilizers warred with the new thrust to keep the vehicle under control.

"Nice job, Wade," she grinned.

"I've got one more surprise. It's in your glove-box, so don't look until you land. I upgraded a new Kimmunicator for you," Wade told her.

"But this one still works fine," she frowned. "Why…..?"

"The new one is also houses your new battle-suit," he said, grinning, though she wasn't looking at the monitor just then. She was bringing the Roth in down behind a stand of trees after she cut the rockets, and began to descend. Just one mile from the lair Dementor was using as his current base in the middle of the Appalachians, just north of the Georgia line.

"New….suit. Wade?"

"Trust me. I've got the bugs out, and this is purely kinetically driven. A nano-suit with all the best features of the Centurion armor, and none of the issues. It will be completely under your control. It also have built-in stealth tech, and limited hyper-speed functions, with an onboard mini-grapple tested up to two tons."

"Wow. I seriously can't wait to try it. Stealth, huh? That gives me an idea," she said as the Roth's wheels touched down lightly, and she saw on a console monitor the location of GJ's forces, and the active targets that were likely Henches moving out to intercept them.

If Dementor was sending out lackeys, then it stood to reason he had not yet activated the weapon. Reaching into the glove-box as soon as she shut down the engine, she pulled out the small box, and opened the lid to reveal the new Kimmunicator device.

"Spankin'," she grinned, and quickly replaced the device already on her left wrist.

"Do you need directions," Kim was asked knowingly as she switched the bands, and activated the digital monitor again.

"A quick how-to would be nice," she smiled. "Because I intend to spank Dementor good this time. Maybe this time, he'll actually get a clue," she said, her green eyes glittering with determination.

KP

"Yori," Ron blinked, opening the door to stare at the young ninja girl from Yamanouchi that he had not seen in months.

Equally surprising was Master Sensei himself standing beside her. Both of them looking both inscrutably grim, and a bit smug. Especially the master.

"Stoppable-San," the old ninja master bowed. "We bring you important news. May we come in?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure, sure," he nodded, and stepped back. "But, you should know, I'm totally out of the hero business these days. Completely retired. I'm doing the husband, and father bit now. You know? So….."

"Indeed. It is the father we must now address, young monkey-master," Master Sensei informed him.

"Ronald, who was at the…..? Oh, uh, you have….guests," Bonnie asked, her eyed narrowed on Yori who looked a little too familiar to her after some of Ron's stories.

Not that he told her everything, but he had let slip enough for her to guess that this woman would have been serious competition for Ron no matter who he had decided to marry.

"Greetings, Mrs. Stoppable-San. It is an honor to meet you," the dark-haired girl actually bowed to her. "I trust our visit does not come at a bad time."

"Is there ever a good time for these things," Bonnie quipped.

"Uh, what things?"

"Ron," she sighed, eyeing her sometimes still clueless spouse. "When people like this visit, is it ever good news?"

"In truth," the old man nodded to her. "We carry both the proverbial good, and bad news. Know, young woman, that you are going to be blessed beyond telling. However, that blessing will carry much danger. And much responsibility."

"Can we get to the part that makes sense," Ron sighed wearily. "Because I'm really out of practice with the whole inscrutable stuff here."

Yori gave a faint smile at his manner as Bonnie fought her own grin.

Still, what the old man said sounded just serious enough to make her worry.

"There's nothing wrong with our baby, is there," she asked anxiously, the only thing on her mind just then as one hand went to her well-rounded abdomen.

"Not at all," the old man smiled at her. "In fact, with Stoppable-San's help, your child will be very blessed. And…..very important. We have reason to believe that you carry the next Han."

"Say what," Ron frowned as Bonnie only shook her head.

"Let's pretend like I don't know what you're talking about," Bonnie suggested.

"I know I don't," Ron remarked as the pair walked in, closing the door.

Yori paused, and checked the yard through the windows, but always from the side of the windows, keeping out of sight, and the drapes between her.

"Is something wrong."

"The good news, and the bad news come as one, I fear," Master Sensei said, gesturing to the couch. "Perhaps you should both sit. For this is a long story. But one you must both hear."

"Oh, man. Nothing good comes out of long stories," Ron groaned. "What's coming now? More bad guys? Rogue ninjas? What?"

"Monkey Fist," Yori said quietly, and Ron dropped heavily on the couch next to Bonnie, who had already sat down.

"Great," he moaned. "I thought that freak had given up by now."

"The truly ambitious never yield until their fate is forced upon them," Master Sensei told him.

"Uh, yeah, right. So, what's this all about? Are you saying….?"

"Hear me, Stoppable-San. You are more than even you have realized. For the mystical monkey-master of Yamanouchi has a primary duty when he appears. A duty for which you must be prepared."

"But….didn't I do that? I mean, the sword….."

He grimaced, glancing at Bonnie.

"I mean, the thing…. You know, it's still safe. Right? So…..done deal?"

"Not quite," Master Sensei told him. "Let me tell you the story now, if I may?"

Ron nodded as Bonnie just sat and listened.

The old man told of a mystic war between the forces of good and evil that raged across centuries. Always, at the heart of it, was a single champion. A nexus that could tilt the balance either way. The Han was fated to be that nexus, and was reborn every ten centuries to influence the direction of humanity's progress. Only the Han could be influenced, and trained not only to be the ultimate champion of good. The Han could also be corrupted, and turned to the darker side, damning the world, and all mankind.

The monkey-master's greatest, and purest role in life was to train, and defend the Han, and ensure they were kept on the path of Virtue.

"I have had a vision, Stoppable-San. This time, your own child shall be the Han. And your old rival and nemesis is even now seeking the Han, not yet realizing the full truth. Still, Monkey Fist has learned enough to become dangerous once again. If he seeks the Han, he will eventually come for you, and your child. You must prepare. You must become the mystical master fate has ordained. Only then will you, and the Han, prevail."

Both Stoppables stared.

Ron's mouth was literally hanging open.

"To that end, I have brought Yori to stay with you. As teacher, trainer, and help, as you require it does the false monkey-master appear before you are ready to face him."

"It's never good news with you, Sensei," Ron finally sighed.

"Ronnie," Bonnie asked, looking very pale.

"Don't worry, sweetie," he smiled. "I'll get us through….."

"No, Ron," she cringed. "I think the baby is coming," she all but shrieked.

Ron immediately passed out.

"I believe your aid will be needed sooner than expected," Master Sensei told Yori dryly. "I shall return to Yamanouchi, and continue our own preparations."

"Understood, Master," she bowed, and quickly went to Bonnie's side. "Come. You have a bag? I shall take you to the hospital. That is what you do in America? Hai?"

"Huh?"

Yori only smiled, and levered the trembling brunette to her feet, and moved her toward the door where the old man had already vanished.

"What about Ron," Bonnie groaned.

"I shall wake him after I get you into the car. Now, come. We don't want to unduly risk delay, do we?"

"I…. Ohhhhhhhh," she howled. "Maybe you should just call an…"

Her cry was loud enough to wake Ron, who immediately panicked, and tried to all but literally run in circles.

"Stoppable-San, I do not believe that this is the time for your American-style antics," Yori chided him.

"What she said," Bonnie cried. "Get me to the hospital," she wailed.

Ron immediately scooped her up, and ran for the car.

Then had to run back, as he had forgotten his keys.

And Bonnie's bag.

And Yori.

KP

Lord Montgomery Fiske eyed the ancient parchments, and chortled a bit manically as six ninja-clad monkeys sat in a semi-circle around him. Around him, four museum guards lay unconscious, and oblivious to his plundering of the exhibits.

"Yes," he smiled smugly. "Yes. I finally have the key to ultimate monkey-mastery. To ultimate power," he cackled. "You see," he addressed his simian allies. "When we find the Han, we will have the most powerful weapon in the universe to use against those pretenders."

He paused, scowling bleakly as he stared at something only he could see just then.

"One pretender in particular," he all but snarled. "To think, that mere boy had the unbridled power of the Lotus Blade in his hands, and just….gave it up. The fool! But I know how to use power. I know what to do with it. And that witless imposter will not get in the way this time. By the time he even realizes I have succeeded, he will be but one more body under my feet," Fiske, AKA Monkey Fist, howled in glee.

"Oh, Monte-poo," a voice cooed from down the outer hall. "Where are you?"

"Snap," he hissed. "She found us! Quickly, to the windows. And leave no trace!"

He bolted without waiting on his minions as he quickly scooped up the parchment he needed, and left the museum guards laying out cold behind him.

He did not look back.

To Be Continued…..