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Island of Leros, Aegean Sea

Kim winced as a Hellenic Army doctor stitched the cut on her head. Even with the local anesthetic it stung every time he put the needle in. As the doctor worked, a corpsman rubbed antiseptic ointment into the abrasions on her wrists, and then bandaged them loosely.

"There you are Miss Possible," the doctor said finally, in heavily accented but understandable English, as he placed a bandage over the wound. "The stitches should be ready to come out in five or six days. In the meantime you'll want to keep that area as dry as possible."

"No hair washing?" Kim asked anxiously.

"No," the doctor chuckled, "just don't linger in the shower."

"That's why I don't wear my hair long," Ron opined from the next stretcher over in the makeshift aid station the Greek military had set up when it arrived. He sat, stripped to the waist, as another corpsman painted his multitude of scrapes and abrasions with a combination antiseptic/liquid bandage. The liquid was dark brown, giving Ron the appearance of a Dalmatian. Grinning, he ran a hand through his short blond hair. "Crew cut," he proclaimed smugly. "Only way to go."

Kim grinned back. "Some girls can wear a crew cut," she allowed, "but I can't see myself in one."

The corpsman finished his work on Ron and spoke a few words of Greek. The doctor gave Ron a quick check, then nodded to the corpsman, who moved on to another patient. "Very well Mr. Stoppable, you may dress," the doctor said. Ron reached for his tee-shirt but was interrupted.

"How about a clean shirt?" Kara asked. She had approached unnoticed, and stood nearby, a brown paper bag in each hand. She held one out to Ron, who took it with a questioning look on his face. "Clean clothes all around, in fact," Kara clarified, and held the other bag out to Kim. As she took it Ron exclaimed, "Hey, this is one of my shirts!" He looked up at Kara. "How did you…?" Kara shrugged and grinned. "I had a couple of free minutes, so I popped over to Middleton and raided your wardrobes," she confessed.

Ron grinned back at her. "Super speed is the coolest thing ever," he said gratefully, pulling on the clean, dry shirt. "Thank you," Kim added. Kara just smiled. "No big." Kim stepped behind a partition to change. She returned a minute later and spoke to Kara.

"So," she said, "You're Supergirl."

"Uh, that's kind of obvious K.P." Ron pointed out. Kim shot him a stern look. "So why didn't you tell us in Colorado?"

"Well," Kara said, looking a little embarrassed, "the official reason is that Star Labs didn't want Drakken you know I was involved in the search for him." Catching Kara's stressing of the word official, Kim pressed, "So what's the unofficial reason?"

"It's a little complicated, but basically I wanted to watch you two work without intimidating you."

Kim frowned slightly. "Intimidating?"

Kara smiled defensively. "What I mean is, when you show up wearing a red 's'," she said, gesturing to her chest, "people not only expect you to take charge, but to be able to take charge."

Kim's expression softened. "I suppose," she mused, "that if you had showed up as Supergirl I would have been a bit intimidated."

"It's the whole Superman thing," Ron said sagely.

"Exactly," Kara agreed. "Where as plain old Kara Zine -"

"An anagram of In-ze," Kim interrupted shrewdly.

"I wondered if that was too obvious," Kara said by way of confirmation. "But Kara Zine was anything but intimidating," she went on.

"That explains the disguise," Ron said, "But why did you want to watch us?"

"To learn from you, you know, watch pros in action, that sort of thing," Kara explained.

"Us, pros?" Kim asked, looking stunned and confused.

Kara nodded. "You two have been fighting bad guys for two years now. I just started a few months ago. I figured I could pick up some tricks from you guys."

"But what about Superman, Batman, all of those guys?" Ron asked. "They have tons more experience than we do."

"But they aren't teenagers," Kim said before Kara could speak. Kara nodded again, and Ron gave Kim a baffled look. "Think about it Ron. You know how intimidating some teachers are, and how hard it can be to learn from them, because you're afraid of screwing up and getting chewed out for it."

"I'd heard you were sharp, Kim, but now I know for sure," Kara said. "No hard feelings about the deception?" she asked.

"No hard feelings," Kim smiled.

"Me either," Ron grinned. "I've wanted to meet you since you first appeared."

The three were interrupted by a shout from an enraged voice. "You won this round Kim Possible, but you having seen the last of me!" They turned to see two Greek soldiers wrestling Dr. Drakken into a waiting helicopter. "And next time you'd better not CHEAT!" he raged.

"Cheat?" Ron wondered.

"I think he means me," Kara quipped. Shego was bustled aboard the same chopper, which took off as soon as she was aboard. Metallo's inert form was being loaded aboard a second helicopter by a squad of Hellenic Army soldiers, who hefted the cyborg's thousand pound frame easily.

"I wonder what will happen to them?" Kim mused. "Probably the Greeks will have first crack at them," Kara offered, "And I'm sure we'll extradite them for trial in the U.S. At any rate, we won't see them anytime soon."

"I hope not," Kim said, "But Drakken has a knack for escaping from prison."

"Time will tell," Kara replied. "Well, it's time for me to go," she said, turning to face them again. "It was nice meeting you, and nicer to work with you." She held out her hand.

"Likewise," Kim said as the two shook hands.

Kara turned to go, then looked back at Ron. "See you later," she winked, and then she was gone, soaring into the bright blue Aegean sky.

Kim shot Ron a curious look. "See you later?" she asked.

"I wouldn't mind," Ron said, his trademark goofy grin lighting his face.