A/N First, the obvious. I don't own Kim Possible, or anything from the show. All that belongs to Disney. Second, this is my first story on FFN, so I hope you enjoy it. I'll update ASAP, but it'll probrably happen sooner if I know someone is reading it.
Chapter 1: Welcome to our world
"Excellent job, Kim Possible." Dr. Director looked over her desk at the green-eyed heroine as she smoothed her red hair back in preparation to return to school. "We wouldn't have stopped Drakken if it hadn't been for your help." Behind her, agent Will Du snorted softly, glaring at the red head. "Something you would like to add, agent Du?" Dr. Director turned to face the boy as he snapped to attention.
"Just thinking that perhaps it wasn't wise to allow civilians into a top-secret operation such as this one, M'am." Will Du continued to glare at the redhead, contempt in his eyes. "Had I been allowed a second chance…"
"Dude, you were so finished," commented another boy, leaning against the back wall of the office, shaking his head. A small head poked from the pocket of his pants and squeaked 'Yeah, Finished!' Before vanishing again. "Shego had you on the run when we got there" Ron Stoppable finished, laughter in his eyes.
"In any case," Kim interrupted Will, seeing he was readying to retaliate "It was no big. As soon as we figured out what Drakken's ray did, it was a simple matter of dodging so that he caught Shego off guard."
"What did happen to Shego, anyway?" Dr. Director regarded the heroine and her partner curiously. "We couldn't find her when we got there."
"She ran out of there, chasing Drakken and screaming that he watch his aim." Ron laughed at the memory, and Kim chuckled to herself. "I doubt we'll see either of them anytime soon."
"Well even if we do," Dr. Director said, smiling brightly, "It's good to know we'll have team Possible to deal with him. Now, I do believe that the two of you have school to attend, so I won't keep you any further."
"It's no problem, really!" Ron commented in a hopeful tone of voice. "We wouldn't have any trouble with missing school." He looked at Kim for support, but found none.
"Oh, I insist." Dr. Director stood up and ushered Ron gently out the door, Kim following close behind. "Thank you again for your assistance in this matter. We'll be in touch." And with that, she turned back into her office and closed the door. Kim caught one last look of Will Du's cocky smile at how she had been asked to leave before the door clicked shut.
"Well, we may as well be going now Ron." Kim turned to her friend who was looking crestfallen at having to go back to school.
"Man, KP!" his big brown eyes stared into hers, and she could see a hint of frustration in them. "You shoulda backed me up! We could have missed school!"
"C'mon Ron. You know that if we skipped, Barkin would have thrown us in detention and lost the key." Kim smiled at her friend and began walking to the car Wade had waiting for them, leaving Ron standing behind her, watching her walk away.
"Sk.. Skipped?" Ron hurried to catch up with her. "Skipped nothing, we were saving the world! Hello, Priorities, KP!" Ron followed Kim into the back of the car, and his pet mole rat, Rufus jumped out of his pocket to stand on his shoulder looking at Kim.
"You know you just wanted to get out of writing that Math test, Ron." Kim turned to the driver of the car and thanked him for the ride.
"Well, duh Kim. I'd think you would be behind me on this." Ron interrupted the driver who had been thanking Kim for saving him from some difficult situation in the past. "After all, you have to write it too."
"Ah, but I studied Ron, so I'm not worried." Kim gave him a confident nod, as the driver started the car and sped down the street.
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"Are we ready?" Justine Flanner looked to her assistant in her latest experiment. The much older man looked at the teen genius and nodded affirmative. "Excellent. Begin activating the disruptor."
"I'm just curious, Ms. Flanner" The older man turned to Justine, smoothing out his hair as he talked. "Why is it you wanted to create a space-time continuum disruptor? I thought you had already built one?" Absently he flipped the switch to begin powering up the disruptor.
"True, Dr. Dressing," Justine turned back to her calculations before continuing. "But it was never properly tested. Aside from the incident with the attack on downtown Middleton, and subsequent attack on Middleton High, we never really got a chance to see just how much we can do with this. I believe that with this machine we may be able to see into other dimensions, perhaps even communicate with them. Imagine being able to see into a dimension where all the illnesses in the world have been cured! Imagine what we could learn from a world where peace has been maintained. The possibilities are fascinating." Justine looked excited and turned back to the man, trying to gauge his reaction.
He stared at her, a dubious expression on his face before responding. "Can we really know what kinds of people we would be communicating with?" He turned to the machine, checking the readings on his monitor. "All systems normal" he added as an afterthought.
"Begin final activation." Justine checked her readouts, and compared the figures to her calculations. "Are you reading a bit of a power spike in the reactor?" She turned quizzically to her assistant as he checked her notes and his readouts.
"Yeah. Looks like there may be a slight error in the setup." He gave the teen a sideways glance. She stood over the nearest computer monitor, typing furiously with an irritated look. He put the pile of papers in his hand onto an old newspaper he had brought with him, and turned back to his figures.
"Something doesn't seem right here." The machine began humming loudly, and she turned to look at it, a shocked expression on her face. Dr. Dressing began to get nervous.
"Problem Ms. Flanner?" He watched as she spun back to her computer and typed furiously, bringing up the various schemata for her space-time continuum disruptor. She made a disgusted sound, and turned back to the machine, which had begun glowing strangely. "What's going on?"
Justine was getting frantic. Everything seemed to be going wrong, and she couldn't find the problem. Her disruptor was beginning to show a massive output spike, almost as though it was trying to create something. "Abort the experiment. Shut down the disruptor, now!" She began typing on the keyboard, furiously trying to shut off her creation, but….
"I'm locked out!" Dr. Dressing shouted over the metallic whine of the machine. "I've lost all readings on the machine! Looks like complete system failure. Any other ideas?" The Dressing turned to Justine, a quizzical look in his eyes.
"Looks like I can't do anythin..." She was interrupted as the machine seemingly exploded, creating a strange vortex in the center of the lab. Justing and Dr. Dressing were each thrown to opposite sides of the lab, and Justine impacted against the wall, knocking the breath out of her. After what seemed like eternity, the glow stopped suddenly. She looked up, but her vision was clouded. She could barely make out the figures of two people standing in the center of the lab, taking in their surroundings. The first was obviously female, with long hair pulled back in a ponytail. Justine could barely make out what looked like a knife strapped to a belt at her waist. She stood next to a male, with short messy hair and what looked like a sword strapped to his back.
"Well…. That was interesting, wasn't it Red?" The male said, turning to his companion. He had a cool and calculated voice, but Justine could hear an edge to it. 'I've heard that voice before…' she thought to herself. He looked around the office before looking at his companion. "Any idea how we got here?" He stepped carefully around the ruined office. "Come to think of it, any idea where 'here' is?" He stopped suddenly and bent down, picking something up and looking at it. "Check this out, Red. 'Teen hero Kim Possible saves the world from Dr. Drakken'" He stared at what Justine realized must be a newspaper for a few minutes before laughing to himself.
"Maybe she knows what's going on." Justine turned sharply to the female, who seemed to be looking right at her. The girl began walking slowly towards her. She had a kind of cat-like grace, the kind of casually alert sense that came from years of fighting. She stopped over Justine, looking down. "Where are we, little girl?" Justine looked up as the strange girl drew her knife, and her companion drew his sword and began walking towards her. Again, Justine recognized the voice, but she couldn't place from where.
"M… Middleton scientific institute…" Justine looked uncertainly up at the two figures, glancing at their drawn weapons. The girl began using her knife to carefully clean her fingernails, while the boy continued to read the newspaper, chuckling to himself every now and then. "Who are you?"
"We're asking the questions here, dear." The girl knelt by her and pointed at her with the dagger in her hand, causing Justine to flinch. "How exactly did we get here?" She glanced over her shoulder at the ruined office and the wreckage in the center before turning back to Justine. "And, while we're at it, you may as well tell me your name."
"My name is Justine" she replied, putting all the confidence she could muster into her voice. "You arrived here through what I figure must have been a dimensional portal." The strange girl seemed to consider this for a minute before turning back to her companion. "What do you think?"
The boy looked up at his companion, still holding the newspaper. "Well" he said after a second, "it would explain this." He turned the paper towards her, and she took it and skimmed over the article.
"Interesting…" She slowly turned back to Justine. "Looks like your right. 'Teen Hero' huh?" She sounded amused by what she read. "'Sidekick Ron Stoppable' huh?" She turned to her companion, laughing softly. Justine heard him chuckle as well. "Well, I guess we don't need her anymore, do we?" She gestured towards Justine, and the male began walking towards her, bringing his sword to bear on her as he advanced. Suddenly, she realized who was standing in front of her. She looked up as the boy prepared to end her life, his brown eyes focused on her neck. She looked up at his messy blonde hair, taking in his face before he brought his arm down, and the world was replaced by darkness.
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