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Triaxx2: In Kim and Kara, Kara was introduced as Kara Zine, without glasses and wearing her hair in the same style she does as Supergirl. In chapter two of this story she's dressed as Kara Kent. I never made that clear in K and K, and I didn't fix it because I wanted to re-post the original story.

The living room of the Kent home had a pleasant, cozy feel to it. The furniture was relatively new, and the walls were papered with a currently stylish pattern. Only the hardwood floor, with its lacquer preserved wear marks, suggested that this was an old house. While Mr. Kent's wife, who he introduced as Martha, served iced tea and cookies to her unexpected guests, Kim perused the scores of photographs that covered the room's walls. They obviously covered a great span of years, and were arranged chronologically, from oldest to newest (or perhaps from newest to oldest, Kim thought with a slight grin, depending on your point of view). Her eyes settled on one of the oldest images, of a man and woman posing with a large group of children. The man was tall, with dark hair and piercing eyes. The woman, who looked to be part Indian, wore a stiffly formal expression, and the children's expressions ranged from solemn, to bored, through unhappy.

Kim felt a presence behind her. "That's my great grandfather, Nathaniel Kent," Mr. Kent volunteered, "His wife Mary, and their children." He pointed to one of the boys. "That's my grandfather," he indicated.

"Cute kid," Kim said diplomatically. The boy in question looked thoroughly displeased with his circumstances. Mr. Kent chuckled. "Doesn't look too happy though, does he?" "Not really," Kim admitted. "Photography was still new enough then that having your picture made was a big event that called for dressing up in your best clothes," Mr. Kent explained. "Which no kid likes to do," Kim finished the thought, and Mr. Kent chuckled again. "Kara's right, you are a sharp one."

"Speaking of Kara," Kim said, looking across the room at the newer pictures, some of which featured a familiar platinum blonde, "It looks like she's been living here longer than I thought." Mr. Kent's voice and expression turned serious. "Kara's part of our family, Ms. Possible. Martha and I may say she's our niece, but we really think of her as a daughter."

Kim nodded gravely. "Don't worry Mr. Kent. Ron and I know how to keep secrets. Besides, Kara's our friend, and friend's look out for each other." Mr. Kent stared directly into Kim's eyes for a long moment, then nodded.

"Now," he said forcefully, turning toward the others, "How about that explanation of what's going on around here?"

Mr. Kent sat down in one of two well worn leather easy chairs that dominated one end of the living room like thrones. Mrs. Kent took a seat in the other one, while Kim sat next to Ron on a plush sofa that was entirely too comfortable. Kara and Chloe were ensconced in high backed chairs, Kara sitting cross-legged, while Chloe rummaged in a battered leather briefcase.

"Now Chloe, what's this all about?" Mr. Kent asked.

"You've heard of Monkey Fist haven't you Jonathan?" she asked. He nodded, and Chloe launched into a recapitulation of what she knew, When Chloe finished Kim filled in what little they knew that Chloe hadn't covered.

"Poor Jimmy," Mrs. Kent shook her head sadly. "His mother will be devastated."

"Given what happened to Sean, I'd say doubly devastated," Chloe concurred.

"Who's Sean?" Ron asked quizzically. Chloe answered. "Sean Kelvin was Jimmy's uncle, his mother's youngest brother. He was also a classmate of mine, and he was mutated by exposure to kryptonite. He killed six people by sucking the heat out of them - you know, freezing them to death."

"The same thing that happened to Jimmy," Kim nodded, understanding. "Sean's family weren't responsible for what he did, of course, but there are stigmas that go along with being related to a mass murderer," Chloe said quietly. "When word of what happened to Jimmy gets out it's going to reopen a bunch of old wounds."

After a short silence Ron spoke up. "What I'd like to know is where Monkey Fist got the kryptonite he used. I thought there wasn't any more around here."

"There shouldn't be any," Chloe admitted, "since the whole impact area has been searched thoroughly, at least twice. But it was twenty years between the meteor shower and the first systematic clean up efforts. Anyone could have carted off as much as they wanted before that."

"Well," Kim said, "When we find Monkey Fist we'll find out where he got his hands on kryptonite. And I think we'd better get busy looking, because I just had an unpleasant idea: Maybe Monkey Fist knew Jimmy Traskill was related to Sean Kelvin, and injected him with kryptonite for just that reason."

"If that's true," Kara said, speaking up for the first time since they'd come indoors, "Then anyone related to the original mutants could be in danger."

"It certainly narrows the list of potential victims," Chloe agreed grimly.

"Then we'll get started right away," Kim declared, rising to her feet. "I'll get you a list of mutants and start tracking the whereabouts of them and their surviving relatives, if any," Chloe said. "Good idea," Kim acceded. "I'll want to give Wade the list as well; it never hurts to have two brains working on a problem. Ron, you and I will go talk to the people who filed police reports in this case, and the check around town to see if anyone else has seen anything unusual. Kara, will you come with us?"

"Sure!" Kara exclaimed. Then she paused. "I have to do my chores first though."

"Your chores?" Ron inquired.

"Oh yeah," Kara answered. "Got to earn my allowance you know," she grinned.

"What kind of chores?" Ron asked. Kara began ticking off items on her fingers: "Water the cattle, check the gates in the fence around the pasture, feed the pigs and chickens, weed the vegetable gardens, that sort of thing."

Ron whistled. He had a cousin who lived on a farm, so he was familiar with farm chores. "That'll take an hour, at least," Ron exclaimed.

"That's about how long it usually takes," Kara confirmed. "But, if Uncle Jonathan lets me cheat a little..." Kara turned to Mr. Kent with a winsome smile.

Mr. Kent smiled tolerantly. "You cheat all the time Kara." She just grinned. "I mean really cheat Uncle John." Mr. Kent sighed theatrically. "I suppose so."

"Sweet!" Kara exclaimed. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes."

While Kara went to do her chores Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator. "Hey Kim," Wade answered instantly.

"Hey Wade. Good news. Ron and I have made some local contacts." She held the Kimmunicator out to include Chloe in its camera's field of view. "This is Chloe Sullivan; Chloe, meet Wade, my tech guru and all around genius." Chloe and Wade exchanged greetings and Kim went on. "Wade, Chloe is going to be sending you a list of names. I want you to run down anything and everything you can find on them, and on members of their immediate families."

Wade nodded. "What am I looking for?"

"I don't know for sure Wade," Kim shrugged. "We think Monkey Fist may be interested in them as research subjects, but that's pure speculation."

Chloe spoke up. "I have files on a lot of the people in question, Wade, plus a bunch of background material you might find useful. I'll send you an email when I get home. Kim suggested you and I work on this together."

"Sounds good," Wade said, smiling. "I read your book on information sorting," he revealed, prompting a smile from Chloe. "Got some ideas from it that I incorporated into my own scanning software."

"You two will be a perfect match," Kim grinned. "Talk to you later Wade."

"I guess I'd better get going then," Chloe said, picking up her briefcase.

"Aren't you going to stay for dinner Chloe?" Mrs. Kent asked, poking her head out of the kitchen. Chloe looked at her watch. It was nearly five o'clock. "I don't want to impose," she started to say, but Mrs. Kent cut her off. "Nonsense," she scolded gently. "You know perfectly well you're welcome any time. Besides, this way I'll know you had at least one decent meal today," Mrs. Kent added, fixing Chloe with a firm look. Chloe relented with a grin. "Okay Martha, you twisted my arm. But I insist on helping."

"You and Ronald will be joining us too, won't you Kimberly?" Mrs. Kent asked. Kim started to decline, saw Mrs. Kent brace for another argument, and saw Chloe give her a nod.

"We'd be happy to, Mrs. Kent," she accepted. "Good," Mrs. Kent smiled. "I hope you're hungry," she added with a wink. Kim nodded. "I know Ron will be," she said under her breath.

Dinner turned out to have been well worth accepting. The food was simple, if only because Mrs. Kent hadn't been expecting guests, but there was plenty of it, and it was good. Mrs. Kent was clearly a better than average cook. Ron had expressed his appreciation of her talent by stuffing himself, which seemed to please Mrs. Kent. Afterward Kim gave Kara a hand with the dishes while Ron leaned on a counter in the kitchen and the three discussed their plans for the evening.

"We should hit the Talon first," Kara said as she carefully rinsed a plate and handed it to Kim for her to dry. "It's a popular hangout for high school kids, and more or less gossip central for the eighteen and under crowd. If anyone in our age range knows anything useful, we'll more than likely hear it there."

"Ok, the Talon first," Kim agreed. "Then what?"

"Well, I do have a favor to ask of you two while we're at the Talon," Kara said.

"Which would be?"

"After you two showed up at school today I knew I was in for the third degree, so I ducked out of there as fast as I could after final bell. I left a lot of unanswered questions behind me, and I'd like your help answering them. So what I want is for you and Ron to tell anyone who asks that I met you in Metropolis when my 'cousin'" Kara made quote gestures when she said the word cousin, "Clark interviewed you after the Killigan case."

Kim glanced at Ron, who nodded solemnly. "We can do that," she promised.

Ron had, Kim had noticed more than once, a tendency to show off in front of pretty girls. Kara was no exception, and as the three of walked the short distance to the Team Possible van, Ron gestured at the vehicle. "What do you think?"

"It's a nice ride," Kara answered, an amused and knowing smile lifting the corners of her mouth. "Bet you can't guess half the cool stuff it's tricked out with," Ron dared her.

Kara shot Kim a glance that said 'He's kidding, right?' Kim just rolled her eyes. Ron was her best friend and she loved him dearly, but even now there were times when his obliviousness boggled her imagination. "Well let's see," Kara said, resting her chin on her fist as she stared thoughtfully at the van. After a minute or so of study she turned to Ron and began ticking items off on her fingers. "Bullet resistant, run flat tires. Reinforced suspension. Kevlar armored body panels. Armored glass. Armored radiator, oil pan and drive train. Heavy duty transmission. On board mini-mainframe computer. Satellite communications system with high speed data link. Weapons locker with an assortment of small arms. Two full sets of standard infiltration equipment. Basic repair kit with spare parts and tools. And finally, a pedestal mounted weapons platform with automatic grenade launcher, 7.62mm drum fed mini-gun, and two Stinger surface to air missiles."

Ron goggled at her, and then, as Kim groaned and Kara began to giggle, he slapped his forehead. "Remind me to never play cards with you," he said, glowering. The frown didn't last long though, and soon he was chuckling too. "You want to drive K.P?" he asked. "I'll take the back," he added, opening the passenger side door for Kara.

As she got the van moving Kim glanced in the rear view mirror and saw Ron leaning back on the small jump seat that was the van's only other passenger accommodation. He was looking pleased with himself, grinning widely despite having made a fool of himself just moments ago. She saw him steal a glance at Kara, who was still chuckling, and flash of insight struck her.

'He did it deliberately!' she realized. 'He didn't forget she had x-ray vision. He did it so she could show off.' The thought was so amazing that Kim nearly missed the turn from the Kent's driveway onto the gravel road, for which Ron and Kara both razzed her a bit. She ignored the teasing to concentrate on her idea. 'Ron let Kara show off (even if it was at his expense) which made her feel happy.' That was certainly true, given the smile on Kara's lips. Kara looked back at Ron and her smile widened. 'And it endeared him to her,' Kim saw that clearly enough. 'I see where this is going,' Kim smiled knowingly. 'Ron wants to get in Kara's pants.' That wasn't an entirely fair characterization though. Ron wasn't a fuck 'em and forget 'em sort of guy. Kim knew that well enough, since most of the girls Ron had slept with in Middleton were friends of hers, and none of them felt used. 'Ron likes Kara, cares about her, AND wants to get some.' That was more like it.

Kim was feeling pleased with her analysis of the situation when a new thought intruded. 'Ron does the same thing to me,' she reflected. 'Is he angling to get in MY pants?' She shook her head. More likely, he did it just because he knew his antics made her laugh. Ron loved her, she knew, as much as she loved him. But it was a strictly Platonic love. The only wrinkle was, of course, that she was a girl and he was a boy. 'Or rather,' she corrected herself, 'I'm a woman and he's a man.' That allowed them to express their love for each other in ways that members of the same gender didn't usually indulge in. 'Like the plane ride out here,' she remembered fondly, thinking of the hour she had spent snuggled in his arms. 'If Josh had seen that he'd have gone ballistic,' she mused, smirking at the thought of her ex-boyfriend's reaction to the sight. An other thought occurred, 'But then, anyone who saw that would probably think we were an item.' Kim pushed that thought away. 'Sex can be a real pain,' she groused. 'It's like an enormous monkey wrench just waiting to thrown into the works of a good relationship.' With firm deliberation Kim drove all thoughts of sex from her mind and concentrated on the road leading into Smallville.