A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Here's the story.

Disclaimer: Don't own KP or DP.

……Fenton Works……

"Mr. Lancer!" Danny exclaimed, eyes bulging in shock, "Uh…Will you excuse me for a sec?"

Not waiting for an answer, Danny rushed the kids into the kitchen. He grabbed three plates. Jazz followed him.

"Danny, what are you going to do? Lancer is going to expect you back in school tomorrow!" she freaked.

"I'm not sure, Jazz, I'm thinking," Danny said, handing the two children their plates.

Lancer eyed the two teens suspiciously.

"Maybe you could say you came back for a part you forgot and you don't trust the post!" Jazz suggested, losing her normally sensible demeanor.

"Nah, he wouldn't believe it. I think I have an idea, but I'm not sure how much I like it," Danny told her frowning. He was unnaturally calm.

"Danny, what do you mean?" Jazz asked, carefully.

"I mean, the only way out of this is to tell the truth. Lancer should be able to keep a secret," Danny explained, just as carefully, though he knew he didn't have to.

Jazz was concerned, a fact she conveyed to their parents with the look on her face.

The mood in the room had gone from cheerful, to frighteningly tense in a matter of seconds.

"Hey, Jazz, could you take the kids upstairs? I don't want them to get scared," Danny asked his sister.

"Of course, Little Brother," Jazz said, reassuring him. She gestured to the kids to follow her. They did so and Jazz came back down moments later.

Danny took a deep breath; it was now or never.

"Now are you going to explain what is going on here or not?" Lancer asked impatiently. He hated it when students kept things from him.

"What I'm about to tell you, show you…" Mr. and Mrs. Fenton's eyes widened at this, "will explain more than just my trip to Germany, but also many of my absences and tardies over the past year. Mr. Lancer, you have to keep this a secret," Danny began.

"So you were really in Germany?" Danny nodded, "Alright, I will," Lancer nodded for him to continue.

"Mr. Lancer, do you remember, a few months back, when I was led out of class by a little girl ghost by the name of Alayah Chlosky?" Danny asked.

"Yes," Lancer affirmed, slowly.

"Well, she led me to a ghost boy about my age, who I later found out died in the Holocaust that's happening now," Danny said. Everyone gasped at this; Danny hadn't told them that, "in the lab. He asked for my help in stopping this."

"Why, you're just a kid?" Lancer asked, truly baffled.

"Because, I'm Danny Phantom," he told the English teacher. He transformed into his ghostly persona.

"Pride and Prejudice, it's the Ghost Boy!" Lancer exclaimed.

……Manson Mansion……

"What's the matter, Sam?" Sam's grandmother asked.

"I told Mom something I wasn't supposed to and I feel horrible," Sam confessed.

"About you dating Danny Fenton who is really the Ghost Boy?" her grandmother stated, rather than asked.

"She told you!" Sam practically shouted.

"Nah, I had it figured out months ago," Ida answered with a slight chuckle at her granddaughter's reaction.

"I should have known you knew," Sam said, affectionately hugging her grandmother. She then continued, "But I trust you; with Mom, I'm not so sure."

"Oh, Sam, your mother might be a gossip, but she knows when to keep her trap shut!" Sam's grandmother assured. Sam laughed.

……Tucker's house……

"Tucker, it's not healthy for our family for you to keep secrets from us," Mr. Foley told his son.

"Dad, it's 'not healthy' for my friendship to tell you this secret; it's not my secret to tell," Tucker countered.

"Honey, we respect that you're being a good friend to Danny, but can you at least tell us what you've been doing outside of school?" Mrs. Foley asked.

"I'm sorry Mom, but I can't, not without blowing his secret," Tucker replied, sincerely. The situation was starting to get very uncomfortable for the fourteen year old.

Brrriiinnngg…Brrriiiinnggg

"I'll get it!" Tucker yelled, jumping at the chance to escape.

"Hello?" he answered.

……Middleton……

"Alright, boys, let's stitch him up," Mrs. Dr. Possible directed as she finished her last surgery of the day. She sighed as she left the O.R.

"Dr. Possible," Dr. Gooberman called.

"Yes, Dr.?" Anne asked, wearily.

"Go home, you need to rest," her friend/ colleague told her.

"But what about the-" she started to protest.

"The paperwork will be taken care of," he assured, earning a faint smile from Anne.

Anne nodded.

Fifteen minutes later she was pulling into her driveway. Turning off the ignition, she braced herself for the empty house. With James back at work, the boys on a mission, and Kim…Anne shook herself of those thoughts; she needed rest and those thoughts only brought about nightmares.

Once in the house, Anne made her way upstairs. She was heading to her room, but stopped when she reached the stairs that lead to her daughter's room. She hesitated before finally heading up.

The room, decorated in pinks and purples, was a little bit of a mess; the bed was unmade, Kim's backpack was laying on the floor, gadgets and other junk were scattered on her desk; it gave Anne the impression that Kim was still there.

She was shaking as she looked over the abandoned items. Though most of them appeared to be regular items one would find in a teenaged girl's room, the mother knew differently. Some were dangerous weapons, while others were just what they looked like.

Anne's eyes landed on a small velvet box; it was the first thing to bring a smile to her lips, albeit a sad one. She remembered when Kim had returned home from her Valentine's Date with Ron with the biggest smile on her face.

Anne opened the box and traced the beautiful white-gold and diamond ring. The diamonds had been set to resemble a lotus flower, held in place by a white-gold leaf.

The teens' announcement that night had, at least for a little while, chased away thoughts of the pending mission, had let everyone forget their worry and pain. They were allowed to be happy again.

Anne closed the box and put it back in its place, exactly as she'd found it.

She walked over to the bed and sat down. Noticing the Pandaroo still half under the blankets, Anne picked it up, hugging it close. She cried and held it all the closer.

She wasn't sure exactly how long she'd been crying when she felt a gentle hand wipe away her tears. When James pulled her into a strong hug, she sobbed even harder, "My baby!"

It broke his heart to see the normally strong woman this way.

When he thought she'd calmed down enough, James gently took the plush animal from his wife's trembling arms, holding back tears of his own, and led her out of the room.

Once there, James laid his wife on the bed and sat next to her, rubbing her back soothingly. Slowly, her sobs became quieter and her breathing easier, until finally she was asleep.

When he was sure Anne was sleeping, he let go and cried himself, hunched over with his face in his hands. My Little girl, my Kimmie-Cub, please be alive, was his only thought.

……The Stoppable House……

Beth Stoppable held Hana close. The little girl's adoption process had begun months ago, in the summer, but it hadn't been until Fall, after Ron and Kim had told them of their mission, that the papers had been finalized. She wasn't meant to take Ron's place; she was adopted to be Ron's baby sister. They had originally planned the adoption as a surprise for their son, but, due to the circumstances, had told him ahead of time.

She took a long, deep breath; she couldn't break down now, not with Hana finally sleeping. She was always asking for Ron, as the two had become close after the initial shock had worn off. Beth stopped and looked around the room; it had once been Ron's. She missed him so much. Beth wiped the tear that fell down her face. She sniffled.

"Big Bwother?" Hana's little voice asked, hopefully.

"No, honey, Ronnie's not home yet," Beth told her daughter kindly. She put her baby back in the crib; they both needed to rest.

Beth would've stayed with her longer, but, due to being a super-powered ninja-baby, Hana could sense her pain. She gently placed her hand on Hana's stomach comfortingly before walking out of the room.

Free of her child's room, Beth finally let herself fall apart. She cried, leaning against the wall for support. She felt so empty, thinking that her son might already be dead, hoping the complete opposite.

Gene Stoppable sat on the couch, looking through an old family album, grief stricken.

He remembered his grandmother; a strong, lively, and loving woman who'd always been there for him when he was young. He missed her and needed her comfort. She was a survivor of the first Holocaust and he thought that maybe, just maybe, seeing her, even if it was only in these old, faded pictures, would give him hope that his son, too, would survive.

His grandfather hadn't survived the camp, but he didn't want to think about that. The only reason his mother had escaped the camps was that she had run away to relatives in America before it had started; she was only sixteen.

When the two had been reunited, they mourned for the husband and father and forgot what had made the sixteen year old run away. Her mother had taken comfort in knowing that she was safe.

"Aunt Beth?" Marie called out. She needed help figuring out this fundraiser idea. She walked into the hall.

"Aunt Beth!"

Marie ran to her aunt, who was sitting on the floor, weeping quietly. She pulled her into a tight hug, as her aunt had done for her, and just held her.

"They'll be okay. They'll be okay, Aunt Beth," Marie comforted, her voice cracking, they have to be.

Marie was shaking. She hadn't realized how organizing a fundraiser to raise money for supplies for complete strangers, had helped her cope. She bit her lips together, trying to hold back her own tears, and buried her head in her aunt's shoulder.

……Club Banana……

Monique walked into the store with an envelope in her hands. Today was supposed to be her and Kim's first day back after a short vacation…but Kim wasn't coming back to work this time.

She immediately went to the backroom where she knew Janice, the senior manager, would be waiting for two workers to check in.

"Monique, good to have you back!" Janice greeted her enthusiastically, and then she noticed that Kim wasn't with her, "Is Kim on a mission?"

"Uh, um, she uh…here, this is from Kim," Monique stuttered, handing over the envelope. Yes, Kim is on a mission. The problem is, will she come back? she thought, her face taking on an expression of sorrow. Monique left the room and started working before Janice could ask any questions.

Janice watched as the assistant manager left the room, then looked down at the envelope in her hand. She opened it and began to read:

Janice,

I know the standard is usually two weeks, but I may not get that kind of notice myself. This is my resignation. If you are reading this, then I am on a mission that I may not return from. Please understand that this is my only reason for my resignation.

Kim Possible

P.S. Please don't ask Monique what the mission is. She knows, but it may make it more difficult for her to cope.

Janice folded the letter. So that's why Monique was in such a hurry to get out of here, she thought.

Monique waited by the counter for customers. The lack of business was giving her time to think about things she just did not want to think about.

…….Flashback……

"Hey Monique," Kim said, walking up to her friend.

"Hey Kim, what's up?" Monique asked, seeing that Kim looked a little uncomfortable.

"Monique, this…when it's time for me and Ron to go on this mission, there's a very strong chance that we won't come back," Kim started, struggling to get the words out.

"Kim, no. No! You and Ron will come back from this; you always do!" Monique argued.

"Monique, you and I both know that this isn't like any other mission. The point is, when we go, I need you to give this to Janice," Kim said, handing over the envelope.

……End Flashback……

"Excuse me, miss? Miss?" a voice snapped Monique out of her thoughts.

"Oh, sorry M'am. How may I help you?" Monique answered, a fake smile hiding her worry.

……Felix's house……

Hey Zita. Felix typed. He had been playing Everlot for an hour or so before bumping into her.

Hey Felix came her reply, How're you holding up?

She didn't know about the mission, but she had heard about Kim's parting words just days ago and had gotten a vague idea as to what they were doing.

Okay, I guess, Felix typed, I think it's still sinking in though.

I can understand that; it's kind of hard to fathom, Zita typed, Well, I gotta go, you sure you're gonna be alright?

Yeah. See you tomorrow. Felix typed, then logged off. Now he could work on the fundraiser.

……the Rockwallers' house……

Bonnie wiped a stray tear away as she finished her English homework. The assignment had been to write an essay about how the current Holocaust affected her and it had been hard to write.

"Why did they have to clue me in?" Bonnie asked no one in particular. It was a question she already knew the answer to; they told her because, at the time, she probably would have spread some nasty rumor about them.

"Bon-bon! Time for dinner!" her mom yelled. Today it was just her and her mom, because her sisters had gone back to college or work, depending on the girl, and her dad was at work.

Bonnie wiped away all the evidence of her crying and headed downstairs. She walked into the kitchen and took her seat.

"Bon-bon! What's wrong?" Mrs. Rockwaller asked, concern written on her face. Her daughter's eyes were red and puffy, as if she'd been crying.

"Mom!" Bonnie choked out, crying again. She ran to her mom and hugged her as tight as she could.

"Bonnie?" the mother asked, hugging her daughter. It felt like it had been years since her daughter had hugged her and it probably had.

……Smarty Mart……

"Steve Barkin, report to the manager's office, repeat, Steve Barkin to the manager's office," a voice could be heard over the loudspeaker.

Mr. Barkin quickly did as he was instructed. He had a feeling he knew what this was about.

"Steve, I know you teach at the high school," the manager began. Yep, it's about Stoppable. Barkin thought, "And we were wondering if you knew why Ron Stoppable hasn't shown up for work the past couple of days, without calling in."

"I can't give any details. All I can tell you is that Stoppable went on a long-term mission with Kim Possible," Steve answered, truthfully, "He probably just forgot to inform you that he would be missing work."

"Oh, okay, then, back to work," the manager responded.

……Wade's house……

Wade watched his monitors constantly. It had been a few days since the heart-breaking news of the team's departure had come, and he was trying to decide if it was safe to do the diagnostics.

They had agreed that doing the check-up too soon might give the families and the team's friends false hope. Mrs. Dr. Possible had offered to take the job so that the preteen wouldn't have to deal with the entire burden, but Wade had declined. It wasn't that he didn't trust Mrs. Dr. P, so much as the fact that he needed to see the information for himself.

Rufus patted his hand. He smiled at the naked mole rat, but it didn't last. He looked back at the screen; he couldn't wait any longer.

"Please be okay," he whispered, hoping that the couple had beaten the odds again, more than ever.

The reports for both Kim and Ron immediately sprung on two of the monitors.

Kim:

Heart rate- normal

Blood pressure- normal

Breathing rate- normal

A smile began to form on Wade's lips, his hope slowly returning.

Ron:

Heart rate- normal

Blood pressure- normal

Breathing rate- normal

Wade's smile only grew and he couldn't suppress a laugh. Tears of joy and relief ran down his face, but he didn't care; they were alive.

"Yes! They're alive! They're alive!" Wade shouted.

"Ye-hoo!" Rufus yelled with him. Team Possible would live to fight another day!

……Women's Camp……

Elena let a small smile escape her lips for a fraction of a second as she felt the mask warm ever-so-slightly as the high-tech software began what would become a weekly routine of checking her vitals. It was her only comfort in this place that her family would have some relief.

She shook her head and set her concentration back to the work she was assigned in the pots factory. She couldn't risk a beating from the guards, as, in some cases, it was fatal.

……Men's Camp……

At first, Don thought that the warmth in his face was caused by the steaming soup, if it could even be called that, in front of him, then he realized that it was Wade running the diagnostics. A smile flickered across his face as he realized that his parents would know he was alive.

Not wanting the guard to punish him for idleness, Don stirred the hot flavored water.

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A/N: So, how many of you cried with Anne, or shouted for joy with Wade? Who do you think called Tucker? Tell me in a review and as alwaysALOHA!