Disclaimer:Welcome to my third Kim Possible Story. As always, the only characters I own are the few OC's that I've added. Everyone else is property of their respective owners. Further authors notes can be found at the bottom of the chapter.


Two months have passed, since the end of Road Trip. Ron and Kim are now in college, him taking Culinary arts, and her in Law Enforcement, since as it's been noted, saving the world doesn't pay the bills. Even with Possible Inc. on it's way up the list of Soldier of Fortune groups, the money wasn't flowing as fast as it could have been. Adam and Shego were busily trying to drum up business, in fields from security consulting, to bounty hunting. As for saving the world? Well, that was free. The rides were still there when needed. Darkwolf was still out there as well. Apparently, his little organization had, except for Drakken, fallen apart. Two trys, and two failures convinced the villains that he wasn't going to get the job done. Drakken didn't have anything else to do it seemed, so he'd remained. No one had seen hide nor hair of Andrea since they'd returned to the States.


"I'm going to drive my foot up his..." The voice, coming from one Kim Possible, a red-headed raging fireball, dissolved into a snarl. The man she was speaking of was in fact not Adam, though he wasn't far down the list. No, in fact she was speaking of one of her professors, a sexist pig, by the name of Germaine Eveningstar, a dark haired man of native American descent, by way of the Cheyenne. His grandfather was french, thus the first name. Kim fully intended make him swallow his first name if she could manage it. Ron charged after her, running to keep up with her enormous strides.

"KP, just calm down, it can't be that bad." Ron had, on occasion, been accused of being slow on the uptake. This wasn't one of those times. She whirled around, looking he thought, much like a very angry angel, and shoved a paper under his nose. A twenty percent shone on the top of the paper. For some one that maintained a near perfect grade average, he supposed it was that bad.

"I nailed that paper exactly, I had every point correctly explained. I'll give him twenty percent. Bruising of twenty percent of his body." She snapped around, and charged ahead. Ron swore, and bolted after her.

"KP, you can't. It'll ruin your grades if you kill the professor." That gave her a moment's pause, then she shrugged it off.

"I'm not going to kill him." She answered. Thankfully for both Ron, and the professor, something occured that distracted her. The Kimmunicator went off, using the priority signal. It was the original tone, indicating it was something that could not wait. Other tones denoted lesser emergencies. "What's the Sitch?" She snapped. Wade sighed.

"Bad grade?" He asked. She glared at him. "Right, Duff is attempting to bury China in Kentucky Blue grass."

"And that's top priority how? Just have Shego or Adam handle it." She snapped.

"Adam's dealing with Darkwolf, and Shego's chasing Dementor. You're the only one's available." Wade replied absolutely calm.

"Fine." She snarled. "Get us a ride." Her thumb slammed the button, and it flickered back to the logo. She shoved it into her pocket.

"Kim?" Ron asked. She glared at him for a moment, and then closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She took another.

"What?" She asked, Apparently significantly calmer.

"Are you alright?" He asked, closing the distance.

"Yes, it's just this professor, he..." She trailed off. "Ron? Do you think I can make it through this?" She waved around.

"What happened to anything is possible?" He asked. She laughed.

"I guess you're right, it's just dealing with..." She stopped as his expression changed. She turned, to find herself face to face with the Professor she'd been about to pummel a few minutes ago.

"Yet another good argument." He snapped. He didn't feel women should work in law enforcement, and wasn't afraid of expressing his thoughts on the matter. Ron stepped back. She'd just calmed down and then this guy showed up, the source of the earlier anger. Like I said, today was one day, when he wasn't slow on the uptake.

"You!" She hissed. "You over-blown, officious prick. I don't care about your personal opinions about women in law enforcement, I didn't deserve this." She was full off on the offensive, pushing the slightly taller, and physically much stockier man back, without so much as touching him. She jammed the paper in his face. "And you damn well know it." She stopped for a breath, and he snatched it out of her hand.

"You're absolutely correct, and the reason, is because that wasn't yours, this was." He gave her another paper, virtually identical, except the score was ninety-nine percent. She stopped. "I wondered exactly what your reaction would be, to receiving a paper, with such a dismal grade, so I made a copy of it, and gave it that grade. If you'd taken a moment to look, you'd have seen that the backs of the pages were blank." She glared at him, and held up the original. "You passed by the way. I wanted to see just how aggressively you'd react to something like that." He gave a hard smile, the kind that made everyone but the one wearing it, very, very angry. She forced herself to not release that anger.

"I apologize. Excuse me, I've got somewhere to be." She turned, and stalked away, heading towards the sound of roaring engines from the front lawn. Ron darted after her.


"Killigan, I'm not in the mood for your games." Kim snarled. He laughed.

"Too bad, lassie. I am." He charged her, clubs spinning. She twisted sideways, and kicked out, catching him in the knee. He tumbled, and rolled, and came to his feet, spinning around. He found himself face to face with Ron, who swirled around, and kicked him in the chin. Duff crashed with a resounding thud, eyes glazed over, and rolled into his head. Ron forced himself not to snicker, as police rolled up. The return flight was smoother, particularly considering the fact that it was able to land, instead of making them jump out the side. Genny was waiting for them as they landed.

"Have fun?" She asked. Kim glared levelly at her. Ron coughed. "Right, sorry." She commented, as they ascended the stairs. The ride was short, even without breaking the sound barrier, and Shego was waiting outside the building. After both having been accepted to USC, they'd bought a house with one of the various rewards. Kim had suggested turning the second floor, which originally contained four bedrooms, into two bedrooms and an office. Adam had taken it on as a personal project. Something about being related to a carpenter. Shego had laughingly estimated the completion date sometime in the next millennium. Adam, as usual, blithely ignored her negativity, something that seemed to be a common occurance. All three agreed, that something had changed about him, whether it was the beating Kim had issued, or something about his insane family, but he was... Less him it appeared.

"Did you get him?" Shego asked. Ron nodded, cutting Kim off from attacking.

"Yup, he didn't stand a chance." Ron grinned.

"Where's?" Kim started to inquire, but sparks, and a shout from the upper level answered her before Shego could.

"Still playing with his power tools." Shego laughed. All three were forced to dive away a moment later, as a power saw shattered the window, and crashed to the lawn. "Most of them anyway."

"Hey! Watch it you jerk!" Kim screamed up at the window. Adam's head poked out.

"Sorry. Didn't hear you arrive. Come on up, I'm almost done." He waved his arm. As they crossed the threshold, there was an explosion behind them. Looking out the window from above, it was easy to see a small, smoking crater in the lawn. Kim glared at Adam. "Yes, I did blow it up, so there." He grinned. She rolled her eyes. "What do you think?" He swept his arm around the room. A bank of computers sat against one wall, four monitors, and associated equipment sitting silent, still under dust covers, the metal desks gleaming. Of the twenty feet of room, most of it was taken up by a large wire frame apparatus. Dust hung in the air, Apparently a remnant of the last unfinished wall.

"Coolio." Ron chuckled laughing. "What's that?" He pointed to the wire frame.

"Holo game generator." Adam replied. All three stared. "Open game, TA." A humming noise greeted their ears, as an illusion appeared in mid-air, it was a battle field with small robots and tanks sitting in place. Some were firing, but the motion was hung in place, with the large word, PAUSED, in the air. Adam leaned down, and touched a building, seemingly at random. A hologram appeared in the air, with several small pictures of vehicles. He tapped one twice, and the numbers one, then two appeared. "Unpause." The pause vanished and battle commenced. The building seemed to explode into motion, and began constructing the vehicle. "Pause, save, close." The illusion vanished.

"Spankin'." Kim grinned. "What else can it do?" Adam coughed something they didn't understand, but apparently the control unit did. A porn video flashed into life for a few seconds then vanished. Shego's jaw dropped.

"Interesting." She smiled.

"I rather thought that might impress you." Adam laughed. "And finally." He crossed to a desk, covered with a drop cloth, and whipped it off.

"Alright, and it's?" Kim asked.

"A command and control center, for all Possible Inc operations." Wade answered her. The holographic monitor hummed as he appeared. The desk was not particularly tall, but held a speaker phone, digital answering machine, and what appeared to be the main website server. The Team Possible Logo, with an S added at the end, was plastered over everything, including, it appeared, the screen saver. "I'm still monitoring the website, but the new numbers are added to it, and will automatically be forwarded here. Free services use the site, paying customers use the phone." Wade grinned.

"What's to stop the paying customers from using the free site?" Shego asked.

"The Team Possible disclaimer." Wade tapped a few keys. A message appeared on the screen.

:This service is only provided to paying customers. Only real emergencies, such as an attack by a super villain, are provided for free. Any non-urgent business is considered a paying service. Villain attacks may require a finders fee for recovery of stolen property.: The message flashed them back to the main site.

"So?" He asked. Kim nodded.

"Just perfect Wade." She laughed.

"You're welcome." Adam replied, trying to sound offended. Shego turned, and kissed him. "Damn, I like being thanked." She let go, and he crashed to the floor. "Most of the time." Adam laughed, rubbing the back of his head.

"So, when does..." The phone cut Kim off. Shego reached it first.

"Possible Inc, how may I help you?" She spoke. "One moment, let me put you on speaker phone." She hit the button. "Alright."

"I work with a group of archeologists, and we've uncovered a temple in South America. Unfortunately, all attempts to enter have resulted in failure. We heard of your pro bono work, and were considering contacting you. The website informed us that it was now a paying service only." Kim glared at Adam, who winced. "Of course we'd be willing to pay, however... We aren't exactly well funded."

"Don't worry, we'll take that into account." Kim promised. "What exactly do you need?"

"We need only for you to spring the traps, and get back out safely. After they're all gone, we can safely enter on our own." The voice replied.

"I think we can handle that. Might I get your name?" Kim asked.

"Oh, of course, James Branford, ask for me at the site, I'll have a courier send you the location." He replied.

"Excellent Mr. Branford, we'll eagerly await your message." Kim offered.

"See you then, good-bye." He hung up.

"Told you I was good." Adam grinned. Shego slapped him.


Author's Note: I wouldn't usually respond to a flame recieved at the very end of Road Trip, because I might end up saying something nasty. However, with a flame of this caliber, I know the person is going to be reading this, and I feel needful to respond. Please, bear with me, or skip this. Either way is fine with me. I do however invite the writer of that particular review, to continue to express his or her opinion.

First of all I admit, the plot line did not come out as I envisioned, and it did wind up far less honorable than I intended.

I do watch the show, and so far only have not seen two episodes. However, if you did read the entire story, you would have seen, that none of them were acting in full control of themselves, including my OC.

Second, the Gargoyles would not be referenced, because they're show ended before Kim Possible ever aired.

Third, I'm not sure what show you're watching, but all three of them, Monkey Fist, Ron, and Rufus hold the Mystical Monkey power, and can wield the blade.

The magic I am using in my stories, has little at all in common with Dungeons and Dragons magic, and is in fact an entirely different system. In this system, while innate talent is helpful, it is not required, and virtually anyone already sensitive to energies can use it. That means Ron, having been exposed to the MMP, and Kim having been transformed through the magical amulet that turned her temporarily into a monkey. However, there's been a continuity change, which will be adapting the origins of Kim's powers, to something different, while Ron's will remain the same.