Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible nor do I own the Necronomicon. I wish I do though since it'll mean that I never have to work at all.

Author's Note: My first Kim Possible fic and my first time posting here. Read and enjoy, ppl. Reviews aren't necessary but they are welcome and so are flames.


The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are and the Old Ones shall be. From the dark stars They came ere man was born, unseen and loathsome They descended to primal earth.

Abdul Al-hazred, Necronomicon


Middleton, 1905

Nearly a year had passed since the Middleton World Fair, and still he had not given up on finding the one evidence that would prove her innocence once and for all. He knew deep within his heart that she had not done as Inspector Barkin had insisted to everyone.

But he just couldn't find it.

It was depressing, that he couldn't help the one person who had helped him so many times in the past. Now when she needed his help the most, he couldn't even do it right…

"Telegram for John Stoppable!"

John looked up from his writing desk, startled out of his drunken sleep. His head throbbed painfully, as if there were twenty large men pounding on his skull. Maybe he shouldn't have drunk that last glass of scotch…

"Okay, Mim…I'm getting up," he mumbled and knocked aside some of his papers, revealing a black and white photograph of him and a young woman who had her hair up in a bun.

The knocking on his door continued and a voice called out, "Telegram for John Stoppable!"

Finally John stirred out of his seat and shuffled his way to his front door. After several more minutes of listening to the incessant pounding, he reached the door and he opened it.

Before him stood a young man, a year or so younger than he was, dressed in a delivery boy's uniform. He held an envelope in his hand which he waved about rather impatiently.

"Are you John Stoppable?" he asked.

John nodded his head and said, "You said you had a telegram for me?"

"Here you go," the other man said and handed him the envelope. John took the envelope away from him and slammed the door in his face.

"Asshole!"

John ignored him as he ripped the envelope open and took out the telegram inside.

Meet me at the Lost Soul bar at 7 o' clock in the evening tonight. Come alone.MP

MP…could it really be her? After so long? John rushed to his washroom to prepare himself. If it really was her, he wanted to be prepared.


Goldenton, 2004

"Alright, boys! Let her rip!"

A loud explosion erupted through the air, leaving behind a small cloud of dust and a hole where a mine's barricade once stood. A cool wind blew through the area, dispersing the cloud and revealing the mine's entrance to the whole world once more.

"Hey boss, are you sure there's still gold in this mine?" an Italian man of average build asked nervously. There was something about this mine that scared the pants out of him and he didn't like it one bit.

His 'boss', a heavy-set man with long brown hair which he tied in a pony-tail, nodded excitedly as he lifted up a worn-looking journal to the other man's eyes. "Of course I'm sure. This is my great-grandfather's journal we're talking about here and according to this here book, this mine was closed because of some kind of toxic gas build-up which forced everyone to run away before the gold could be mined," he said with the familiar glint of greed.

"Toxic gas? Do you think that it might still be in there?" another man, a young African-American asked cautiously as he stopped inspecting his gear and looked up to stare at the other two men.

"Relax! The gas would have probably dissipated by now! I mean, it's been a hundred years since they closed the mine up. What makes you think the gas might still be there?"

"Well…first there's the powerful sense of foreboding that I'm getting and not to mention the fact that every time in the movies when people blow up a sealed mine with the sole purpose of looting it, they usually die a horrible and painful death," the Italian man pointed out.

"Will you cut that out, Dave? We are not movie characters and we will be just fine. Not to mention rich," the brown-haired man said in an attempt to persuade his two friends.

"Well…I hope you're right, John," the third man said. "I know I'd hate to be in there if the whole toxic gas stuff were still floating around in," he continued with a slight shudder as he turned his gaze towards the mine's entrance.

"No pain, no gain, Hal," John said with a big grin on his face as he hefted up his bulky backpack onto his shoulders with one hand and turned on the heavy duty torchlight in his other hand. Then he walked forward into the mine for about several feet before turning around and saying, "Well…are you two coming or not?"

Hal and Dave looked at each other for a second or two before Dave said, "Fine but don't say I didn't warn you!"

With that, the two of them walked after John as they began their journey into the abandoned mine.


John sat down at the bar, waiting impatiently while he nursed a half-empty glass of scotch in his hand and glanced at his pocket watch. He had came to the bar ten minutes early, hoping that he might be able to catch his mystery messenger unaware but now according to his watch, it was now half past seven. If it really was Mim, she wouldn't have been late…

A red-haired man wearing a ten gallon hat and a leather duster sat down next to him. "Give me a shot of whiskey," he said, his voice sounding like as though he just had a terrible cough. The shot he ordered was given to him quickly enough and he left two dollars on the table.

John watched this with a disinterested eye. Whoever this MP was, it definitely wasn't Mim so why the hell was he here? He should be out there, looking for that electro-static thing which would help save her, not waste his time here in the bar…

Yes, just like every other night, which you don't spend in some other bar drinking yourself to death, a harsh voice sounded in his mind. Stupid conscience, he thought irritably. Maybe he should just…

"Hey."

John turned to look at the stranger sitting next to him. "What?" he snapped irritably.

"I have a message for you," the other man said.

"Oh…how do you know that it's for me?"

"You're John Stoppable, right?"

John nodded his head cautiously, uncertain as to what this man was hinting about.

"Come outside with me. We need to talk alone."

"Who are you? What's all this about?"

The red-haired man leaned forward and whispered, "I've have a message for you from Mim Possible."

John stared at the man in surprise. "What did you just say?" he asked in shock.

"Not here. Meet me behind the bar in five minutes. I'll leave first and wait for you there," he said as he got up and left the bar, his shot of whiskey still untouched.

"Dear God…" John whispered and gulped down his drink. Maybe I need another drink, he thought and motioned at the bartender to refill his glass.

Five minutes later, John left two five dollar bills on the bar and walked out of the bar. It was a cool, autumn's night and there were a few people walking the streets. Most of Middleton's inhabitants had left for the new mining town of Goldenton, where several fortunate men had recently discovered gold. If it wasn't for his quest to prove Mim's innocence, he would have probably joined them as well.

Looking around to make sure that nobody could see him, John walked as stealthily as he could to the back lane where the red-haired man had arranged to meet him. The moment he entered the alley, he saw his mystery man, pacing about the lane in a slightly flustered manner. At the sound of John's footsteps, he lifted his head up and grinned at him.

"Okay…so talk," John said, as he approached the stranger slowly. There was something familiar about this guy but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. "You said you had a message from Mim. What is it?"

"This." The stranger marched right up to John and planted a powerful kiss on his lips.


It had been five hours since John, Hal and Dave had entered the mine and they were still alive. That was good because it meant that the toxic gas had already dissipated. It was also bad because that meant that they hadn't found any gold yet.

"Are you sure there's gold in this mine?" Dave complained as he picked himself up from the floor after he had tripped over a loose rock for the fifth time.

"I'm positive," John said but the confidence he felt earlier could not be heard in his voice. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, a voice nagged at the back of his mind. All he had to do was turn back and then everything would be just …

"Hey! What's this?" Hal said with a frown on his face. He had been sweeping his torch around to make a sweep of the tunnel they were walking in when he noticed something glinting on the wall. He walked up to the spot where he saw the glint and he saw what seems to be a small, round disc embedded in the wall.

"Did you find something?" John asked excitedly as he and Dave went over to Hal's side.

"Yeah…hold on a second," Hal said as he pulled a crowbar out from his backpack and began to pry the disc out of the wall. After a minute or so, he managed to loosen the disc enough for him to remove it by hand. John moved his torch over Hal's hand so that they could take a closer look at the disc.

The disc seemed to be made of steel and had a five-pointed star acid-etched onto its face. There also seemed to be a lot of scouring along its face as well, as if something has been flaying at it.

"How the hell did that get stuck in there?" Dave wondered aloud as he touched the rocky surface of the wall. It seemed impossible to him that the disc could have been hammered into the wall and remained embedded there for the next century or so…

"Who cares? It's just a piece of junk," John said disgusted and snatched the disc away from Hal. Before the latter could complain, he had already flung the disc further into the tunnel. Wherever it landed, it made two loud metallic clinks…followed by the soft sound of metal hitting flesh.

"Er…did you guys hear that?" Dave asked, fear slowly creeping into his voice.

"Yeah…what do you think it was?" Hal asked.

John frowned. There was a part in his great-grandfather's story that read like the ravings of a lunatic, something about meeting a 'thing' inside the mines while he was still working here but he had dismissed as the words of someone who had been affected by gas, which was obvious when he read about the mine's closure due to some sort of leakage…

"Maybe, we ought to check it out," he said, doing his best to muster as much nonchalance into his voice as he could.

"Hell yeah we gonna check it out," Dave snorted indignantly. "I say we get our asses out of this place before whatever it is that was in there decides to come over here to check us out," he continued.

John turned to look at Hal. "Looks like you're the deciding factor, man. Choose wisely," he said with a grin.

"I dunno…Dave's got a point…"

"Yeah, but think of all the gold that we might find, or if not think of how much we could earn if we catch that thing in there," John said with his all too familiar glint of greed in his eye.

"Money's a good motivator," Hal said with a slight grin. "…but in this case, I have to go with Dave. I don't want to think of what could survive that gas leakage and still be alive after a hundred years."

"You're both a bunch of cowards, you know that!" John snapped.

"Better a living coward than a dead hero," Dave countered as he turned around and began to walk back toward the entrance.

"Fine! But if I find anything down here, you guys ain't getting any of it!" John said before he turned and walk off in the opposite direction.

Hal sighed once as he watched John walk off into the darkness, his eyes fixed on the fading figure of his friend until he could no longer see him. Then he turned around and started to trot after Dave.


"Excuse me!" John spluttered in indignation as he pushed the man back and away from him. "Look, I think you're a great guy and all that but we hardly know each other and I'm not interested in men. Although you are quite good looking…" he continued to ramble on.

The man removed his hat and said, "John, stop babbling," causing him to stop in mid-ramble and to stare at him, or more appropriately, her. The long, red hair, the emerald green eyes, the same devil-may-care smile…

"Mim…is that really you?" he asked.

"The one and only," she said with a grin, her voice back to her normal one. God, she's changed a lot in the past year, John thought sadly as he noted the bags under her eyes, wrinkles where there was once smooth skin…

She stepped forward and enveloped him in a crushing hug. All this kissing and hugging was new too, but this was one bit which John could grow use to very quickly.

"I missed you," she whispered under her breath.

"So did I… but what was that kiss all about? Not that I didn't like it but…did I just say that? I mean, er…"

"John, be calm. It was just a prank. But I'm glad you enjoyed it though," she said with a slight smirk on her lips.

"Er…right…so why did you come back here? Did you find something that might prove your innocence? Or are you here to turn yourself in? Mim, if you're going to do that, I swear that I'll…" John started to say when Mim began to shake her head.

"John, I'm not going to turn myself in.," she said and patted him on his arm.

"Then does that mean…" John said with a glimmer of hope on his face.

She shook her head. "An acquaintance of ours sent a message to me two weeks ago and he said he needs my help to retrieve something," she informed him.

"Mim, you're still playing the adventurer role?" John asked incredulously. Her life was in ruins because of it and she stills carries on with it…

She gave him a slight shrug. "It helps to pay for food and travel money. And I believe it's in my blood," she said.

John shook his head. "Same old Mim…what do you need?" he asked.

"A place to lay low while I meet our acquaintance. It should only be a few days at most," she said.

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

John sighed in response to her answer. "And here I was thinking that you came back to visit your friends and your family who have been worried sick about your disappearance," he said with mock sadness.

Mim smiled at his words and she reached out to touch his cheek. "Well…there is that too," she said softly.

John took her hand in his and said, "Welcome back, Mim Possible. It's good to see you again."


"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave him down here, was it?" Hal asked Dave as they sat down on the ground outside the mine. It had taken them two hours to reach the entrance and they had been resting there for the past hour or so, waiting for John to emerge from the mine.

Dave nodded his head in agreement, his face the very picture of worry. All the horror movies that he had watched were racing through his mind. At this moment, he was certain that something had happened to John and that his limbs had been ripped from his body or that he was being tortured by unimaginable creatures or maybe…

A loud cry of jubilation could be heard echoing through the mine's tunnel and the two of them looked at each other in confusion.

"Okay, this isn't what that's suppose to happen," Dave said as he and Hal got up to their feet. They could see a tiny dot of light moving towards them from the depths of the mine.

"John? Is that you?" Hal called out.

"Oh yeah! Who's your daddy now?" John shouted as he walked out, his face covered with dust and his backpack bulging.

"You found the gold?" Dave asked excitedly.

"Yup! And you're not getting a single piece of the booty," John announced in an I-told-you-so tone and held on tightly to the straps of his backpack.

"Aw…c'mon man! We were only jus' kiddin'! Right Hal?" Dave turned towards his other friend for support.

Hal, on the other hand, had other concerns on his mind. "John, what about that other sound we heard down there in the mine? Did you find out what it was?" he asked.

John nodded. "I stuffed it into my backpack. Wanna have a look?" he asked.

"Sure," Dave said excitedly before Hal could say a word.

"Okay." John removed his backpack from his shoulder and placed it on the ground. "You might want to hold your breath a little," he warned as he uncovered his backpack.

"Jesus…what the hell is…" Dave never got the chance to finish his question as a small, black flat-fish like insect thing flew out from John's backpack and attached itself to his face.

Hal started to panic almost at once. The thing which John had found was still alive and it had attached itself to Dave's face and he had no idea what to do and maybe he should get John to help or perhaps he should just rip the thing out but he wouldn't know if that would tear Dave's face off when he did that but it's better than…

"Hal, chill out. It's just looking for a new host," he heard John say in a very faraway manner as the latter picked up his backpack and walk towards him.

"John? What the fuck…what the fuck is that thing? Oh my God…" Hal said as realisation dawned on his face.

"You guessed it, "'John' said before he covered Hal's face with his backpack.

Hal really wanted to scream out loud but his entire face was covered by something that was trying to stick its three tails into his nostrils and his mouth.