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KP4me asked me to put this here; I have no idea why:

You people need to read this!This might be better than Cyberwraith9's work.I've read it,and it's awsome! And If you guys don't read it,TOUGH! you're gonna regret it.

KP4me
(Kim Possible's Guardian Angel)


"Wha'?" Kim announced to the world as she woke up. She sat up slowly - it was still dark. Flashing lights lit up her room around her, though, and she looked over at her alarm clock. The display read '3:07'.

She walked to the window and drew back the curtain. There was a multitude of police squad cars parked on the Possible residence front lawn, all with lights flashing. Several had rifle-bearing personnel kneeling behind them.

"What's going on?" she asked groggily. Instantaneously, all of the rifles were pointed at her window.

"Kimberley Anne Possible, exit the building with your hands behind your head!" blasted out of a megaphone. Several familiar faces were lining the street now, and Kim noticed than Ron wasn't among them. Probably hasn't woken him, she thought.

"Hang on, I'm in pyjamas here," Kim replied before turning back from the window.

She appeared walking as casually as possible from the front door several moments later, fully clothed and with briefly brushed hair, her hands behind her head as requested. After all, it was probably just a misunderstanding.

An officer roughly grabbed her from behind and moved her hands so that they were behind her back, and cuffed them.

"Hey, easy on her, she's delicate!" said a familiar face from not far away. Officer Hobble really did not want to see Kim hurt.

"What's the sitch?" asked Kim, "Is there some misunderstanding somewhere?"

"Misunderstanding?!" exclaimed the officer who'd cuffed her, "You'll find out what a 'misunderstanding' it was from the four officers you killed in the Middleton Mall car-park!"

"I killed some policemen?" Kim was displaying Ron-levels of confusion as this point, "I don't think so. I don't do that kind of thing! What on earth is going on?"

"Stand down, sergeant," Officer Hobble walked over and took Kim from him, "this is Kim Possible we've got here. If she thinks there's some kind of misunderstanding with this situation, I'm inclined to believe her."

"Can you do that, officer Hobble?" asked Kim. He showed her his shiny new badge. "Oh. Inspector Hobble. You got the transfer, then?"

"You just saw it," he replied, and then, lowering his voice, "I knew I should have come to get you alone."

"So, what is the sitch?" Kim repeated, slightly frustrated.

"We're not sure of the exact details at this point," replied Hobble, escorting Kim into his own car, and then covertly uncuffing then re-cuffing her hands in front of her, "but there was a break-in at a jewelry store at the mall, four officers are dead from having necks snapped clean, and several witnesses place two females at the scene. One of them has been identified by a fair fraction of them as you, and the other is rather curious - apparently she glows green."

"Well, that would be Shego, then," replied Kim, "but I assure you, I have never worked with her ... as a criminal."

"Nonetheless, miss Possible, you understand that I have to bring you down to the station."

"Naturally - I'm a suspect. Very temporarily, I hope. When was this, incidentally?" Kim yawned.

"Only about half an hour ago. In all honesty, I think it's fair to say that the fact that we just got you from your house is enough evidence to suggest you weren't anywhere near the crime scene. Unfortunately, there is no 'It can't have been Kim' clause in the law - otherwise you'd still be asleep."

Kim didn't reply. The inspector looked to the back seat, and saw her dozing off into the corner of the car. He smiled. That was one of the advantages of his new position as juvenile crime police inspector, he thought, the back seat of the car is comfy enough that they can get some sleep.

Not a one noticed the dark figure that crept in and out of Kim's bedroom window.


Ron woke to the sound of angry beeping. He looked over to the source of the noise to see Wade's face on his computer screen.

"What's up, Wade?" he asked groggily.

"You really need to see this," was the extent of the reply before Wade's face morphed into Kim's.

"Ron!" she exclaimed.

"Easy there," Shego's voice penetrated the transmission, before a gloved hand pulled up Kim's head to reveal a knife pressed against her neck, "We want the right message to go across. Hi there, master sidekick," at this point Shego, her own face now next to Kim's exposed neck, grinned, "It's simple. You bring the hyperspace vortex inducer, you get your girlfriend back. If you're lucky, in once piece." To emphasise her point, she pushed the tip of the blade into Kim's neck. It drew blood. Kim winced and gritted her teeth.

"Uh- uh- OK." Ron was visibly shaken. "That'll just take a couple' minutes. I have to talk to Justine-I'll be there as soon as I've got it."

"You better be." The transmission snapped off, back to Wade's face.

"So, what's the plan?" he asked.

"Call Josh," said Ron, "Tell him to meet me at the front gate of the park in five minutes, KIT urgency. Shego's up to something - she would never just hand Kim over."

"KIT urgency?"

"'Kim's In Trouble'. He'll understand. I have to visit Justine first." Ron picked up the phone and dialled his science fair partner's number, at the same time as he grabbed a pair of trousers with his other hand.

"Hi, is Justine there?
"No, this is not a booty call.
"It's about the science fair project
"I know it's early, and no it can't wait.
"Thank you."

A pause made Ron's mood intensify. He switched hands to finish pulling his shirt over his head, and then he was bouncing on the spot. "Hello Justine?
"Yeah, I have a good reason
"Kim's in trouble. I need to know, did you build that hyperspace thinggy anyway?
"A prototype is fine, I just need it as a distraction piece.
"Basically, Shego and Drakken have Kim, and I need to get her out.
"No, I don't need to know how to operate it. If I can come by in about a minute and get it from you?
"Mucho Thanks!"

After a pause, Ron dropped the receiver on his phone, pulled on his shoes, grabbed a pre-packed backpack from under his bed, and darted out into the hall.

"What's happening, Ron?" Mrs. Stoppable looked rather surprised.

"Kimsintrouble,gottago,loveyou,bye!" Came the hurried response as Ron ran past her and out the front door.

Mrs. Stoppable's surprise only grew, but she'd understood enough. Enough even to know, that for Ron, this was crunch time. When he found out whether he had what it takes. She leaned against the wall, then slid down until she was sitting on the floor with her back to it. She hoped he did.


Josh stood waiting at the gate of Middleton Park. "Where is he?" he asked the world angrily. Just then, He noticed a familiar blond head running towards him down the street.

"You're late." Josh stated as Ron came skidding to a halt where Josh stood.

"Yeah, sorry. You wouldn't believe the amount of trouble that I had convincing Justine's mom that I wasn't taking her daughter away, only our original science fair project." Ron's quickness of speech indicated that he was catching his breath. His eyes indicated that he didn't intend to be doing so for a long time.

"Anyone thought you were taking their daughter away? Things are getting weird around here-"

"Drakken's lair is this way. If it hasn't moved." Ron tugged Josh into the park and they started running as Ron's pack beeped. He grabbed what looked like a Kimmunicator from it. "Wade?" he queried

"I'm still getting the energy reading from the same place," the 11-year-old genius stated, "You remember how to get there?"

"Of course," Ron's voice growled, "Kim Possible, you are going to be saved."

Behind the boys, a shadow detached itself from the Park gate. 'What are you two boys up to?' Da Hand mouthed breathlessly, before following stealthily after them.