AN: I do not own Kim Possible.

Just a short chapter to let you know this isn't dead. Just some teasers today.

Vanhellsing9000: It will be a while until the two meet, but Yori will be joining Ron.

CB73: I will confirm Hiro/Hope. Bonnie is in real deep now and she's going to do some things she can't take back soon.

The Book of Eli: There is going to a little focus on the cheerleading trio becoming good friends again.

God of Lightning Mark 2: There are little dashes of inspiration here and there from that anime.

Tutrp: Shego is still here and will become more prevalent later. I can't speak on Supreme One.

Guest: Kim Possible is the only Disney cartoon that has stayed with me. I remember watching American Dragon, that power ranger monkey show, and Lilo and Stich. But the details of those shows escape me.

(Cracked Egg Cafe: 1000)

Bonnie looked on in disgust as I ate a piece of my Benedict sandwich. I had cut it up into several pieces, letting the yolk flow over the plate, dipping the sandwich in it before eating. "I don't see how you eat that stuff."

I took another bite. "It's just yolk."

"Uncooked chicken eggs, no thank you!" She then bit into her crepes, "I like my food fully cooked."

"That will go well with steak enthusiasts," She rolled her eyes as she continued to eat, "I'll change your mind one day."

"I can't eat your food all the time, I would get fat."

"I know healthier alternatives ways to cook..."

"And lose the flavor? No way."

I took another piece of my Benedict. "Guess we will have to up the ante in training for you to burn more calories."

I heard her groan. "Why do you enjoy training me?"

"Because you're a masochist," I answered, taking my last bite.

She had a disapproving frown on her face. "No, I'm not!"

"Hey, I don't kink shame," I said, reaching for my drink.

It flew straight into Bonnie's hand. She had a mischievous smirk on her face before gulping down my drink. The smack of her lips sent a wave of irritation through me. "Really Bon Bon?"

She lept her little smirk. She was lucky I found her so attractive. "What are you going to do about it?"

Just wait until tomorrow woman. "You'll see."

Whatever fear or trepidation she had, she hid it well. It was only there for a split second. The waitress arrived with our bill. I hand her the necessary amount and told her to keep the change. "Thank you, sir! You two make a cute couple."

I wasn't affected by her sweet words, but Bonnie was. She flicked her hair backward, arrogance plastered on her face. "I know, right?"

I resisted rolling my eyes as the waitress left. I got up and Bonnie followed me out of the cafe. We got into my car and headed back to my parent's house.

"Hope asked me the other day if you had an older brother or other male relatives that lived nearby other than your dad," Bonnie informed me, "I told her about the little demon spawn, Shawn."

"I'm teaching him to control himself." Bonnie snorted.

"Do you think Hirotaka put her up to this?" She asked.

"Not directly, he might have asked her some questions but didn't tell her to ask someone else," I explained, "Just planted the idea in her head."

"I guessed close enough. Why do you think they are looking for your relatives if you're their Chosen One?"

"I actually do not know," Bonnie was surprised, "I haven't met them formally as the heir of Toshirimu."

"Wait! What? How do you even know about this group of cultists then?"

I couldn't tell her the full truth, not yet. "Hisako talks a lot and I've seen things."

"Are you talking about visions?" I nodded, "I remember Tara mumbling about that one day and refusing to speak on it. Must have been some crazy shit since you changed. That's what happened, right?"

Close enough to the truth. "Yes. Seems like my parents are home."

The garage door was up and my father's SUV was inside. The rustling of clothes caught my attention. I saw Bonnie smoothing out any wrinkles in her outfit. She pulled down the passenger mirror, checking her face.

She caught me staring. "What? I can't look my best?"

I shook my head. "Come on. Maybe we can sneak past them."

"You know your mom is already waiting for you by the door, right?" Yes, I did, Bonnie. But a man can dream, right?

Before I could get my keys out, Mother opened the door. "Ron, you're home!"

She took a hard glance at Bonnie. I could see the approval in her eyes. Bon Bon dressed casually today but was still a little spiffed up. "I see why you were in a rush to leave this morning. Hey there Bonnie."

"Hello, Mrs. Stoppable," Bonnie replied in her sweetest voice.

"Bonnie! You've known me long enough to call me Sara!" Mother's voice was very chipper.

She told us to come in, to the sight of Father groggily waking p from his spot on the couch. He must have been really tired.

He greeted us before zoning back into whatever he was watching. Mother had a disapproving frown on her face at that.

"So Ronald, " My full first name? Not a good sign, "I never got a real answer fro you the other day. Are you and Bonnie dating?"

"It's a work in progress," I answered quickly, grabbing Bonnie's hand, "We have some studying to be doing.

That would be answered another day.

(Kim's Room: 1300)

I sat beside my wonderful girlfriend as she obsessively checked over her notes about some mysterious villain. "Didn't that spy lady tell you not to investigate this guy?"

She scowled. "I can't do that. Wade told me about how monstrous this guy is. What if he pops up in Middleton? I need to know how to beat him!"

"He can't be much worse than the other guys you fight." I winced not only at her glare, but also the memories of the goons I fought.

"Oh, he's much worse," was as she said before she went in her explanation.

I got a little squeamish at what she told me. Kim was looking a little pale herself. I thought the thugs and that super-powered green woman was bad enough, but this guy was on a whole another level. "Babe, are you sure you shouldn't just leave this guy tot he professionals?"

She clenched her hands into a fist, staring me with a down with unbridled fury. "Are you saying I'm not good enough? Just some amateur?"

I paused. I had to be careful. If there's one thing I learned from dating Kim, is that her ego is a little fragile. Yes, superheroine Kimberly Possible had an ego. Not a massive one like Bonnie Rockwaller or any those high on the food chain that let it get to their heads. Nor was it ironclad like the vicious brunette. When her skills or abilities were called into question, she easily took offense.

"No, that's not what I'm saying," I stated calmly, "I just don't think you should go chasing down guys that murder elite spies."

I held my hand up before she could speak. "Babe, I'm not saying you should do nothing. If he appears nearby, do what you need to do. But chasing after a psychotic murderer like him should be left to others trained to and willing to kill. Are you prepared to do that?"

"No," she responded solemnly. I pulled her in close. Time to get her mind off this.

"Let's go our minds off that. There is this one restaurant in Upperton I wanted us to check out," I told her, "Sounds good?"

She smiled and nodded. Superhero she may be, Kim was still a normal teenage girl, contrary to what a lot of our classmates thought. She was happy to hang out with her boyfriend. And I was just lucky to have her.

(GJ HQ: 1600)

"This is unacceptable Director!" the older gentleman yelled through the video call, "Two civilian missing cases, five foreign prisoners in comatose, and a dozen agents K.I.A. All under your watch. Explain!"

I took a deep breath before addressing him. "Sir, we believe all these crimes to be the actions of the newly dubbed villain, Blackout."

"Blackout is what he calls himself? What is he, some angsty teenager?"

'No sir, he's not your buffoon of a grandson we constantly have to save.'

"It's what our investigators are calling him due to his ability to appear without warning and leave without a trace. And any research done on him leads to false ends, as information on him is controlled by himself or his allies. Some wanted to call him Omega but he has no connection to WEE."

"How do you know that he isn't working with them?"

This old coot. "We received an anonymous tip regarding the location of WEE near Middleton. After careful recon, we were able to confirm it was a WEE base, one that had been recently raided by unknown forces. The men there were captured and interrogated. They told us of two assailants, one's description matching Blackout. The other assailant was similarly dressed and use some form of telekinesis."

"Another possible mutant?" I could hear the excitement in his muttering. The man wanted to create an elite team of superpowered individuals to fight some of our nastiest foes. Throwing them into missions that were practically suicide, because he saw them beneath humans for their mutations.

He already had eyes on Shego and the rest of the Go siblings. Shego was too slippery for him, or us, to capture. The Go siblings were safe because the general public saw them in a positive light. The other two were minors with misdemeanors under their belt. Camila for thievery and Gil was lucky his charges were dropped from Chemical warfare to simple assault. Not that it mattered since this man could bury any records that two had under false paperwork. Wouldn't be the first he did something like that. Thank God the president didn't sign off that one.

"You still haven't explained how you royally screwed up!" the man suddenly shouted.

"Sir, we have never faced a man like him, even when...Sheldon...betrayed us, we had back up measures for him," I could taste vile on my tongue as I spoke my disgraced brother's name.

"You should have been prepared!"

"This man hs advanced weaponry and technology that only madmen could create. And they normally require so many resources to create what he has, that it leaves a trail straight to where they are hiding," I explained, "Somehow, Blackout was able to tip no one-off. Not even Wade."

"He somehow avoided the boy dwelling in his mother's basement that is smarter than all the eggheads you hired?"

I gritted my teeth at the insult. "Unfortunately yes. Luckily, I have Wade's assistance on this one. He 's naive enough to help us without any form of payment."

"Get your act together. Global Justice might work with other agencies like Interpool, but you all are still U.S. founded. Don't forget where your loyalties lie," the man said, "You better have some results soon. I have the President breathing down my neck and I need some results. And get me one of those C.I.A. agents in interrogation. Can't trust them, they're owned by the bank!"

"Understood sir," the call finally ended. I pinched the bridge of my nose and collapsed into my chair. I pressed the intercom button on my desk. "All of HQ command will report to my office. The Secretary of Defense has some new orders for us.

(?: 1900)

I rolled my wheelchair down the paved path of the estate I was living on. I hated it here. I hated myself. The weakness and uselessness I felt over my damaged pride and body. I was nothing but a burden now. I knew it. Everyone back at the agency did too.

Dr. Director had sent me out here to recover. Recover? From what? Part of my spine is broken and I can never walk again! I was broken. I could not do my duties anymore. She had something about the mind needing to heal. Like that would help! Give me a new body! I had to take down that man, The man who killed all my comrades. The man who tortured me. The man who broke me. I was ranting out loud now.

"I can help you with that!" a voice from behind me said. Years of training made me reflexively strike behind me. It was an awkward attack with me being in a wheelchair.

My fist was caught in his palm. "You still have some fire in you."

"Who are you? How did you get in here? I hid the fear in my voice, not quivering like a child. I knew I was still shaken up from my final mission. And this guy had just either gotten rid of all of the security here or sneaked past them. Which spoke of his skills, this was a GJ base.

"A possible friend," I took a good look at the man. He was wearing an all-black expensive suit, but the weird thing was his face was blank. No mouth. No nose. No eyes. It creeped me out. Was he even human?

"How so?" I asked, hand free from this creature.

"You wanted a new body. My masters can give you one," he said, the noise escaping no discernable hole. He leaned in, with his face beside my ear. "And help you kill the man who did this to you."

He disappeared in a blink of an eye and all that was left was a black and red card in my lap. A number to call. I crumbled the card, wanting to laugh. This creature and his little masters must have thought I was stupid! I wasn't going to accept anything from a stranger that somehow got past GJ. I'll just have to report this to Dr. Director.