Kim Possible and all related characters are the property of Disney. Transformers and all related characters are the property of Hasbro.

The Transformers used will be a mixture of Generation 1, Beast Wars, the IDW Comics series (which is fantastic, by the way), the Aligned Continuity (The Prime and Robots in Disguise TV series and the Fall of Cybertron and War for Cybertron video games), and a smattering of The Unicron Trilogy (Armada, Energon, and Cybertron) and Animated.

"Get away from MY KP!"

My name is Kim Possible. I'm a special agent with Unit E, assigned to the Autobots, and I was witnessing history. I saw Ron Stoppable, my lifelong best friend, former mission partner and the man I loved, floating in midair and glowing blue. He had embraced the Mystical Monkey Power and was accepting the title of Monkey Master. He was also about to go toe to toe with Megatron!

But I wasn't paying attention to any of that. Instead, like a crushing sheep, I focused on what he had just said.

Did he just call me "his KP?" That would be the most weirdly romantic thing anyone ever said to me if it wasn't the last thing I was ever going to hear.

Yeah, not me at my professional best, but I so didn't care. I was mesmerized by what I saw and, I admit, hoping that this meant Ron felt sort of the same way for me that I did for him. Again, not me at my professional best. I was drawn away from my schoolgirl fantasies by the sound of Megatron growling.

"Well now," the Decepticon leader finally said, "it seems you have been holding out on me, haven't you fleshling?"

"Let Kim and her friends go, shark face," Ron warned. The sound of shrieking monkeys got louder as he made his threat.

"Tell me, Stoppable, how are you doing this?"

"None of your stinking business." Ron had his head completely in the game. He was focused in a way that I had only seen when he was getting ready to dive into a grande sized naco meal. I almost felt sorry for Megatron. Almost, but not quite.

"You know, Stoppable, I have researched you," Megatron said. "It was no easy task, I assure you. It seems that the populace of this pathetic world was pathologically incapable of getting your name right, or remembering you beyond the numerous times you would lose your trousers."

"So?"

"So, we are a lot alike, you and I." Megatron was smiling, trying to look genuine. It looked like he was trying to pull some full on Decepticon level lies.

"Don't listen to him, Ron!"

Megatron ignored me and continued. "You see, we were both victims of an unfair world. When I first emerged from the Well of all Sparks back on Cybertron, I was relegated to the role of a menial laborer, a miner, simply because I emerged from the Well of all Sparks with a driller alternate mode. I was even denied a name.

"I was kept under the heels of the Fucntionalist upper class and later, their Autobot enforcers! It wasn't until I discovered the gladiator arena that I found my calling. I took the name Megatronus, after one of the original thirteen members of my race, and rose to elevate all Cybertonians! I was going to bring them all peace!"

"Yeah," I said, "peace through tyranny! And Megatronus Prime was a traitor! He murdered Solus Prime! His own lover! Real nice role model!"

Megatron growled at me; a veiled threat to make me shut up. It so didn't work. "Don't listen to him, Ron! He started a civil war!"

"It was your dear Optimus Prime who did that, Agent Possible! He and I were friends once. Brothers! But he betrayed me. He joined the Autobots as a code breaker and kept me from my birthright! He stole the Matrix of Leadership from my grasp!"

This was news to me. Although I didn't know exactly how Optimus found the Matrix, I did know that Halogen, a member of the old Cybertronian Senate, decided that Orion Pax would be the next Prime, and sent him on a search for the Matrix to prove his worth. It looked like the Autobots were just as skilled at propaganda as the 'Cons were.

"So you were picked on?" Ron said.

"Indeed," Megatron sneered.

"And then took revenge on everyone around you?" Megatron's grin was the answer. "That makes you just as much of a bully as those who harshed on you." Ron's eyes narrowed. "And I hate bullies! That means it's time to make the nacos!"

Ron charged at Megatron, punching the metal giant right in his Decepticon symbol and knocking him back several feet. Megatron growled and deployed his sword from under the fusion canon mounted on his right arm.

"Very well. I will extract the secret of this power from your shredded remains!" Megatron swung his sword at Ron, who caught it between the palms of his hands. Megatron was visibly struggling against Ron, whose strength looked like it was on par with Hego! "Release my weapon!"

"Okay." Ron twisted his grasp and the air was filled with a loud metallic snap! Ron tore Megatron's sword right off! Ron tossed the blade in the air and caught it so the tip was pointing away from him. He then started to spin around and around like a hammer thrower, turning into a miniature blue tornado. After he had built up enough speed he let the blade go, and it flew right through Megatron's chest, just missing his spark chamber. Glowing blue energon gushed from the wounds.

"Hah!" I looked over and saw Starscream, his own wounds still bleeding, struggle to his feet. "The mighty Megatron, felled by a human! The time of Megatron is over! The time of Starscream has begun! I will now take my place as the true leader of the Decepticons!"

"Except a human took you down too, Screamer," came the pained retort from Bumblebee. The yellow 'bot got to his feet, pointed his blasters, and shot off Starscream's right wing.

That finally got my butt in gear. "Bee! Are you all right?"

He groaned and said, "Depends on your definition of 'all right,' Kim." Before he could say anything else, a ground bridge opened, and it wasn't ours.

"Scrap," Bee and I said at the same time.

"You IDIOT!" From out of the ground bridge came a pained looking Slipstream. She made a beeline to her fallen twin. "When you get hurt, I feel it! That's the only reason I haven't slagged you yet!"

"Your concern, dear sister, is overwhelming," Starscream groaned. "Now do your duty to family and kill them!"

Slipstream looked over at us and smirked. "As much as I hate you, brother, I love to kill lesser life forms."

"Sorry, not this time." I hit the emergency signal on my suit's transponder. We had bridged in several miles away from the mine for two reasons; we didn't have an exact location, and we didn't want to tip Megatron off. Now, though, all of our radios were telling Teletraan-1 exactly where we were.

Another swirling green vortex opened, and out came a black two door coup with silver trim. I hadn't seen this Autobot before, and I exchanged a confused look with Bumblebee.

"Who the cold boot is that?" Rattrap, who had just gotten back on his feet, asked.

"No clue," Bee said.

Ron came up to me and got in a low crouch. I was surprised he could do that considering he was still recovering from having his knee replaced. "What's going on?" he asked. "More bad guys?"

"I'm not sure." I watched in awe as the car smashed into Slipstream, sending her flying.

"Pathetic fool!" Starscream shrieked, feeling his sister's pain. "Can't you do any better than that?"

"Oh, shut up!" Slipstream bellowed. "It's not like you did any better!"

The black car started to break apart as the air was filled with the sounds of transformation. The grille and headlights became a chest piece, the doors were now hanging from his shoulders like arm guards, and the back of the car had become feet. A panel on the chest slid open revealing an Autobot symbol. He pointed his arms at the fallen 'Cons, and long barreled guns deployed.

He had shining blue optics and a kind face with a definite smirk. "Not so fast, guys," a warm sounding voice said. He glanced over at me and Ron. "Good to see you, Kim. And Ron Stoppable, nice to finally meet you. I never knew you humans could glow."

"Who the Pit are you?" Megatron, in obvious pain, managed to growl.

"Megatron, I'm hurt. Surely you remember the 'bot whose execution you were going to broadcast all over Cybertron."

Bumblebee said the name before I could. "Sideways?"

"Good to see you, kid! It's nice to hear your voice finally."

Sideways. It was Sideways! Dad's Hephaestus bath worked!

"I hope you don't mind that I dropped in, Megatron," the former Decepticon said. "I owe you some serious payback! You tried to slag me, you tried to slag my friends, and you kidnapped an innocent human. No more."

Megatron only laughed. "So now you're back in one piece. Too bad it won't last."

Megatron was about to fire his canon when Ron jumped back into action. He flew at Megatron and slammed both fists into the Decepticon's head, shattering his helmet and sending bits of metal flying. Then he grabbed Megatron's arm, tore off his canon, and flung the metal titan against the far end of the chamber.

"Oh, scrap this!" Slipstream said. "Soundwave! Reopen the ground bridge! We need evac now!"

The vortex reopened and Soundwave came through. He went right to his master's side.

"Don't leave me, Soundwave," Megatron groaned.

This was our chance. I looked over at the others. Dinobot was again on his feet. I gave Rattrap the signal, then called for our own ground bridge. As soon as it opened and we were through, Rattrap hit the detonator.

The chamber was rocked by explosions and the sound of Starscream, well, screaming. We all jumped through the open portal before the place could come down around our ears.

As soon as we were safely back at the Ark, I looked over at Ron. The glow faded, as did the sound of monkeys. It looked like he was going to hug me, but instead he kissed me. And I mean he kissed me! It was a full on make out session, tonsil hockey, whatever you want to call it. And I was in heaven. Then I heard Optimus Prime clear his throat. We reluctantly broke apart and looked up.

"Welcome to the Ark, Ronald Stoppable."

"That was beyond foolish!" I was glad I wasn't Sideways. He may have been back on his feet, but now he had Ratchet in his face and screaming at him. "You just came out of a highly experimental procedure! "You could have gone permanently offline!"

"Bee had the same procedure and he still went on the mission," Sideways protested.

"On his voice box!" the medic replied. "You were practically rebuilt from the ground up!"

"Look, Ratchet, I appreciate the concern, but this is the best I've felt since I came out of the Well of All Sparks! I feel better than new! And besides, no harm done. I'm fine, our people are fine, and be blew Megatron to the scrap heap."

This time it was Windblade who spoke up. "You'd better listen to your doctor!" She walked over to Sideways, and I could see how much taller the former Headmaster was now. Mech had really done a number on him when they pulled his wreckage out of the Siberian tundra. They must have cut a lot out of him to make him the size he was when I first met him.

"Look, 'Blade, I'm fine! I'm better than fine! I'm back in one piece."

"And we're gonna keep you that way," Bulkhead added. "You're an honorary Wrecker now, half pint!"

It looked like the feud between those two was finally over. I looked over at Optimus and asked about the other feud. "Any chance that Megatron is really gone for good?"

Optimus shook his head. "I doubt it."

"Megatron has more lives than one of your cats," Ironhide added. "He survived getting pounded by a metro-titan named Metroplex right before we bugged out from Cybetron. I doubt he's dead, and I doubt Soundwave, Starscream or Slipstream are dead either."

"Neither's Waspinator," Rattrap said. "Ol' Bug-boy's been blown up more than anyone I've ever met."

"Hopefully," Optimus said, "they will be damaged enough for us to be able to regroup. All we can do is wait and see." He looked down at Ron, who was being hugged to death by Hana. "It is indeed an honor to finally meet you, Ronald."

Ron rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah, thanks. So, now what?"

I took Ron's hand in mine. "Well, if you want I can give you a tour. Or we can go back to base. I know everyone there is worried about you." Then I looked at Hana. "Besides, I think it's getting close to Hana's bedtime."

"Aw," the little girl protested, "but I'm not sleepy."

Ron let out a yawn. "Yeah, but I am. I think some rack time might not be a bad idea."

"Okay," I said. Then I looked up at Prime. He and I were going t have a chat later.

Ron was rushed into the infirmary to get looked over, and I took Hana back home. She was so not happy with it, and tried to get out of it by using her own version of the puppy dog pout on me. It almost worked, too. Fortunately I had been on the giving side of that long enough that I was able to resist. Barely.

After getting back to base, I went to go check on Ron. He was out like a light. The heart to heart I needed to have with him would have to wait. Then I saw Felix. I might not get the answers I wanted from Ron, but I could get a few from Felix.

"Have you talked to Fowler and Spike yet?" I asked, getting down to business.

"Um, no," he said sheepishly.

"Then let's go."

Three minutes later we were in Fowler's office, and Felix was showing us the Decepticon Professor Sumdac was trying to reverse engineer. Not Decepticon tech, but an actual Decepticon. Well, technically it was a Vehicon drone, but close enough.

The 'bot was solid purple, had wings, and looked looked it transformed into some kind of flying Cybertronian car. It had no face; just a red visor on a chrome head.

"How long has Sumdac had this?" Fowler asked.

"Since the '80's," Felix replied. That fit with the timelines for when the Transformers got here, and for when Isaac Sumdac started to really innovate. "He said it crashed in his yard when he was living in Oregon, right around the time Mount Saint Hillary erupted. He brought me in on it six months ago."

"Well then," Spike said, "it seems like we have a lot to discuss with you and your boss."

"Look, Agent Witwicky, Professor Sumdac's a good man. He had no idea what these things were. I mean, I still don't know what they are and I saw one nab Ron! Just please, keep that in mind."

Spike and Fowler, poker faces intact, said nothing. Felix and I were dismissed. The looks on their faces told me that we would all be having a chat soon. First things first, though. Felix had some 'splaning to do.

He reluctantly wheeled into my office. I closed the door and took a seat. "Spill," was all I said.

"Look, I told you already! Professor Sumdac-"

I held up my hand to cut him off. "Not that. What's the sitch with you and Ron? You've been treating him like a leper! Not only that, but Ron said you told him to get lost on Diablo Night when he asked for your help."

Felix let out a long sigh and hung his head. He looked ashamed, tired, and like he hated himself. In other words, he looked a lot like I had felt over the last six years. "I'm a terrible friend," he said quietly. He looked up at me and I saw tears forming in his eyes. "I brushed my best friend off because I was trying to score a date with Zita Flores."

"Ron's ex?" Things were starting to make sense.

"Yeah. We were both playing this new online MMORPG when Ron called. I didn't want him to know that I was trying to hook up with his ex-girlfriend, so I gave him the brush off. I've spent the last six years hating myself for it."

Felix wiped the tears away, then looked up at me. "That's why I was so harsh with you, Possible. I mean, you brushed him off for a date, but you owned it! You never made excuses for it. Me? I couldn't do that. You're the first person I've ever told."

I went over to Felix and embraced him. He surprised me by hugging me back. "You need to tell him this."

"How can I though?" Felix pulled away and looked me in the eyes. "There's a guy code that says you don't date a friend's ex!"

"We're not in high school anymore, Felix. Ron deserves the truth. Normally I'd tell you to go do it now, but Ron's sleeping pretty heavily, and I think you need to work up your courage. First thing tomorrow you need to talk to Ron. For your own sake, you need to come clean with him."

"A Vehicon? Really?" As soon as Felix left, I got on the comm with the Ark. Optimus Prime was alone on the bridge when I made the call.

"According to Felix, it crashed in Isaac Sumdac's yard around the time you first landed on Earth."

Optimus nodded. "Vehicons made up the bulk of Megatron's army in the later stages of the war. He raided the production the factories in the Well and took all of the blank protoforms. He programmed them with artificial intelligence and used them as cannon fodder. Each of those bodies would have housed a spark had it not been for the energon shortage. Now they will never have a chance to truly live at all."

"I'm sorry," was all I could say to that. I sat in silence for a moment, remembering what Megatron had said. "In the history you gave me to read, you said that the Senate named you the next Prime following Sentinel's death, and sent you to find the Matrix as a way of proving yourself. You never told me how or where you found the Matrix."

"And Megatron told you that I discerned the Matrix's location and robbed him of his destiny." Optimus opened his mouth plate. "That was not a lie. The official history was written the way it was to reassure the populace. It would have been a blow to the people had they known how close to finding the Matrix Megatron had been, and that a lowly archivist had taken it upon himself to get it first. Me becoming Prime was hard enough for the Functionalists to accept without them knowing how it actually happened.

"I'm sorry I didn't share this information with you, Kim. To be honest, I didn't think you would be a permanent addition to the team. I know that's no excuse, but it is the truth. I claimed the Matrix so Megatron could not. That is one of the reasons I was worthy of it. I did not seek power for its own sake. I wanted to keep it out of the hands of one who would abuse it."

"That makes sense," I said. It was what Ron had done with the jade monkey idols years ago. "Thank you for telling me the truth."

"The official stories of the Fallen are also false," Optimus added.

"I kind of figured that," I said. "I've heard that Megatronus Prime fought alongside the others against Unicron and was there when Liege Maximo tried to take over, and that he betrayed them to Unicron, before the coup attempt."

"The latter is the truth," Optimus said. "The surviving Primes decided that Magatronus Prime's story should be a cautionary one, so it was written that he repented for murdering Solus Prime and took to the stars to seek redemption. In actuality, he betrayed the Primes to Unicron; well before Liege Maximo's rebellion. He sacrificed his lover Solus to his new master. The Fallen and the Chaos Bringer were both banished to a realm beyond space and time."

That kind of made sense. "I hope the true stories come out after the war is over," I said.

"That is my plan," Optimus said. "All of the Autobots know the truth. In time, all of Cybertron will."

"Well, since you've been honest with me, I need to be honest with you. I've had Wade keep tabs on BlackArachnia. Passive scans using human tech; nothing the 'Cons would ever think of looking at. If Megatron and his goons ever got close to finding her, I would have let you know."

"Where is she now?"

"The Oklahoma panhandle," I replied. "She's keeping out of sight."

Optimus was silent. "Thank you. I may have you accompany me to see her."

I nodded. It seemed that I was forgiven. I was glad for that. I don't think I could handle it if Optimus was disappointed in me. He was the kind of leader who you wanted to make proud.

When I got to the infirmary the next morning, I saw Ron and Felix sitting in silence. Ron gave him a small nod, said something, and then Felix wheeled around to leave. When I met Felix outside the room, he stopped.

"We have a ways to go," he said. "I told him the truth, and he needs to process things."

"Give him time. You two were close friends. It's worth salvaging."

After Felix left, I joined Ron in his room. He sat up and flexed his replaced knee. It wasn't any worse considering last night's fight. It must have had something to do with the Mystical Monkey power.

"Hey, KP. I'm sure you know what that was all about."

I took a seat beside Ron's bed. "He told me last night. And I told him he needed to tell you."

Ron rubbed the back of his neck. "That hurts, y'know? I mean, Zita and I didn't last long after the whole Everlot sitch, and I get it. I lied about playing it. I just wanted to impress her. And I don't buy into that whole 'guy code' bull about dating a bud's ex. If he'd told me, I would have been cool with it. But he just brushed me off!"

"It was a theme that night," I said. "I did the same thing." We sat in silence for a moment. I knew what I wanted to ask, but I had to work up the courage to actually do it. "So, for the sake of argument, let's say that you had taken Drakken down without Mech interfering, and you had been able to come back to the prom to tell me the truth about Eric. What would you have done?"

Ron sighed. "I don't know. Really. I mean, I was ready to gloat. Right after I ripped the pretty boy syntho-dud's face off, that is. After that, I don't know." Ron was silent for a moment. He looked at his hands, then at me, then his hands again. "Is this where I apologize for kissing you?"

My eyes went wide. "Don't you dare! That was the single greatest kiss of my life, Ron!"

"It was?"

"It so was!" I took Ron's hands. "That kiss made me weak in the knees!" It also made me want to do naughty things to him right then and there, but I didn't mention that. I wanted to mention it to him, but that was neither the time nor the place.

Ron went silent again. "I chickened out, KP," he finally said. "I still couldn't find that tux I got from Canadian Joe, so I put my dad's powder blue one back on. I was going to go to the prom to talk to you, but I got cold feet and went to Bueno Nacho instead. That's how I found out about the plot."

This had to be what Ron had wanted to tell me the other day. "Why were you going to come to the prom?"

"To tell you that… I mean, I wanted to tell you..."

I kissed Ron this time. It wasn't the intense 'this could lead to foreplay kiss' like yesterday, but I tried to put all the love I felt for him into it. When the kiss broke, I rested my forehead against his. "You were going to tell me you wanted to be more than just friends, weren't you?" Please let that be what you wanted to tell me.

He nodded, and my heart sang! "I was jealous of Eric, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship if you didn't feel the same about me, so I chickened out."

"I don't know how I would have responded," I said after a few moments. "I was still hung up on Eric, and still listening to Bonnie's 'prom dates make a statement' garbage. I might have tried to let you down easy, or I might not. I don't know."

Ron wiped the tears from his eyes. "Probably a good thing I did lose my nerve."

"Maybe," I said. "If you hadn't, Drakken might have won. And if not him, then Silas sure would have."

Ron looked at me with fear in his eyes. "So, now what?"

"Oh, Ron," I said, "I've waited so long for this. I would love nothing more than to jump into a relationship with you."

"I hear a 'but' coming."

"We're both emotionally raw," I said. "You more so than me. We should take things slow." Ron gave me a confused look. "I told you that I've waited a long time for this. I want to get it right." I leaned in and kissed Ron again. "I love you."

"I love you, Kim," he said, and my heart melted. After six years, I had finally heard those words that I'd wanted to hear for so long. After six years, my heart was finally whole. I was complete.

Eight days later I was at the Pentagon in Washington DC with Agent Fowler for a press conference. As Sideways would say, we were going to lay our cards on the table.

"As you know," Agent Fowler said from the podium, "Unit E was established to combat extraordinary threats. One of those threats has been, until now classified. They're called Mech. They started out as part of our Special Tactics division, but went on to become black market weapons dealers and war profiteers. Special Agent Kimberly Possible will tell you more about them."

Fowler, who was wearing a suit that actually fit him right, left the podium and motioned for me to take his place. I had my notes in front of me, but had the main points memorized.

"Good morning," I said. "This man," I pressed a button on a remote I had that brought an image of Silas up on the monitor over my shoulder, "is Colonel Leland Bishop. He was part of the military's Special Tactics division. One of the weapons he created was an orbital weapons platform called Project Damocles. It was used once, six years ago. Colonel Bishop also goes by the name Silas, the leader of Mech."

I looked up at the assembled press. "As you all know, we just marked the six year anniversary of Diablo Night, and the destruction of Bueno Nacho headquarters. It was Project Damocles that caused that explosion. But before he pressed that button, Bishop murdered Drew Lipsky, aka Dr. Drakken, and abducted Shego and my mission partner Ron Stoppable.

"In a recent operation in Lowerton, Colorado, we found both Shego and Ron alive. They are currently being nursed back to health following their ordeal, and Silas, Leland Bishop, is now number one on the FBI's most wanted list."

The room erupted in questions before I could finish the briefing.

Ninety grueling minutes of answering questions later, I was in a conference room in the Pentagon with a cup of coffee. I looked over at Agent Fowler. "I never want to do another one of those ever again."

Fowler just grinned. "Part of the job, Possible. At least you didn't have to talk to Team Go about their sister still being alive. It was all I could do keep that moron Hego from flying that ridiculous jet of theirs down here to drag Shego back to their equally ridiculous tower."

Shego. The doctors had discovered that the nanite bombs in her blood could be filtered out by a dialysis machine, but it would take several treatments. June Darby estimated that they had gotten over half of them out of her, but they were making sure that they couldn't self replicate. After that, well, then she would have to face the music for her role in Diablo Night.

At least Ron would have it relatively easy. He was legally alive again, and the world knew it. The only real fear I had was that I had put him back in Monkey Fist's cross hairs. That lunatic had been convinced that he was the one true Monkey Master, and now the so-called "pretender" was back. Not only that, but Ron had fully accepted his powers. A big fight could be in the future, but that wasn't something I could deal with just yet. Time would tell what was going to happen. For now, Ron had his life back. All he had to do now was decide what he wanted to do with that life.

I took a drink of my coffee and looked over at my boss. "So why are we still here? I thought we'd be heading back to base."

A door opening answered my question. In walked a tall man with a gray crew cut and more medals than I had ever seen on his four star general's uniform. "Bill," he said to Fowler. Then he looked at me. "Agent Possible. I'm General Joe Colton."

I slowly stood up. "The founder of G.I. Joe?"

"He also helped found Unit E," Fowler added. "Is she here, too?"

"Who are you talking about?" I asked.

"The founder of Special Tactics," Colton said. "She'll be along in a moment." Colton turned to Fowler. "Gutsy move, Bill, outing Mech like that. They may try to tell the world about your metal friends."

"A calculated risk, sir, but Prime and his 'bots agreed it was worth it."

"I hope so," a very familiar voice said. In walked another person in uniform, this one a highly decorated colonel. But I didn't see that. I saw a woman I only recently started to really get to know.

"Nana?"

"Hello, Kimberly Ann," my grandmother said. Then she turned to Fowler and Colton. "Gentlemen, it's time to put an end to the mess that Leland Bishop made of my organization!"

Next Chapter: Kim vs Silas, and this time, it's for keeps!