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I finally have a story to go with my original scene (which will reappear later, intact). The first chapter is completely new, so don't forget to go back and read it. Enjoy.

Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Possible, with Jim and Tim in tow, arrived shortly after Ron finished getting dressed. It was the first time they'd come to the university since the beginning of the semester, when they'd helped Kim and Ron move into the dorm, and they wasted no time poking into every corner of the small apartment to see what Kim and Ron had made of it.

Kim frowned slightly. She wasn't as obsessive about her privacy as some people she knew, and what she did feel varied from person to person. Take Ron, for example. She left anything and everything lying out in plain sight around him. Well, almost everything. There were a few items in the drawer of her nightstand, a drawer she kept locked at all times, that she didn't want the general public to see. Ron probably wouldn't say much, if anything at all, if he saw them, but there was no way in hell Kim wanted her brothers to see what was in that drawer. Or her parents, for that matter.

Fortunately when Jim and Tim took their nosey little turn around her bedroom they didn't even bother to look at the nightstand. Or the dresser. They scanned the contents of her desktop and bookshelves, and peeked in her closet, but that was it. Maybe, she decided, the little monsters were growing up. Then it occurred to her that, since they were thirteen now, they might have reached the age when they began to appreciate the notion of privacy. Especially in light of the need to hide certain kinds of magazines from their mother.

Kim giggled despite herself, drawing odd looks from everyone. She shook her head. "I'm just so happy to see you all," she explained. "It's been longer than I thought, and I missed you." That was true. The city of Redding might only be a couple of hours drive from Middleton, but Kim and Ron hadn't been home since school had started. Their weekends were usually spent at the Global Justice training facility at Twenty-nine Palms in the southern half of the state.

"We're happy to see you, too, Kimmy," Mrs. Dr. Possible, smiling gently as she enfolded her daughter in yet another hug.

"Now," Mr. Dr. Possible put in, "What about lunch? I'm starved!"

"Us, too!" Jim and Tim chorused. "Mom and Dad wouldn't stop for snacks or anything along the way!"

Kim glanced briefly at Ron, then at the clock in the kitchen. It wasn't even a quarter after eleven. She winced, then turned to her family with an apologetic smile. "I hope you don't mind waiting a bit," Kim began imploringly, "but Kara won't be here until noon and..."

"Who's Kara?" Jim and Tim interrupted at the same time.

"She's a friend of Ron and mine. Her name's Kara Kent, and she's from Smallville, Kansas. We met her there during the Monkey Fist mission, and we became friends."

"Why is she coming here today, Kimmy?" Mr. Dr. Possible asked, his stomach rumbling slightly.

Ron answered. "The football game, of course. Kara goes to the University of Kansas, and the Jayhawks are in town to take on the Peregrines. She's coming out to watch them play."

"Right," Kim added. "Anyway, she won't get here until noon and..." Kim was cut off again, this time by a knock at the door. Puzzled and curious, Kim crossed to the door, turned the knob, and pulled it open. Doing so revealed a girl with blue eyes and long pale platinum blonde hair (tied back in a ponytail), wearing tight blue jeans, a University of Kansas Athletic Department tee shirt, a U of K letter jacket, and neat wire rimmed glasses.

"Kara!"

"Kim!"

Kim engulfed her friend in a vast hug, which Kara returned.

"You're early!" Kim accused with a mocking grin.

Kara shrugged. "Well, you know, my flight got in early, and I thought you wouldn't mind if I showed up ahead of schedule." Kara's eyes twinkled as she said the last, and Kim guessed that Kara had overheard the conversation they'd been having and decided to make a premature appearance.

"Listening in?" Kim asked in a barely audible whisper.

Kara drew back slightly and nodded apologetically. "I didn't mean to, but sometimes it just happens. I don't really know why." Kim nodded once in acknowledgement. That was one of the weirder aspects of Kara's powers, especially her super hearing. She could be going along, not paying attention to anything around her, and suddenly she'd pick up on the sound of someone in trouble, even over miles of intervening noise. It didn't make a lot of sense to Kim, or Kara for that matter.

"Well," Kim said resolutely, "Let's not keep you waiting at the threshold. Come in!"

Kara greeted Ron with a kiss, as well as a hug, and then turned to face the rest of Kim's family. Kim moved up to introduce her, again. Kim didn't allow her face to show the amusement she was feeling. After all, her parents and brothers had met Kara before, in Metropolis. The only difference was that Kara had been in uniform as Supergirl at the time, and Kim had introduced her as such. Now Kara stepped toward Kim's parents, acting for all the world as if she had never seen them before in her life.

"Mom, Dad, Tweebs, this is my friend Kara Kent, of Smallville, Kansas. Kara, these are my parents, and my brothers, Jim and Tim."

"It's so nice to meet you, Kara," Mrs. Dr. Possible smiled. "Kim has mentioned you a time or two, though she forgot to mention you'd be here today," she finished, giving Kim a sharp look.

Kim blushed. "Hey, I'm a busy girl, Mom," she protested.

Ron chose that moment to break in. "Hey, Kara, you wouldn't by any chance be...hungry, would you?" That was a leading question if Kim had ever heard one, and Kara smiled.

"Why, yes," she said brightly, "I am hungry, Ron."

Lunch was fun, if a trifle embarrassing. Kim thought so anyway. Jim and Tim had finally started to take a serious interest in girls, and both of them tried flirting with Kara. Their attempts were pretty pathetic, which was par for the course for thirteen year old boys. They might have made so headway with a thirteen year old girl, Kim allowed, but to a mature nineteen year old they were laughable. Except that Kara wasn't laughing. Not openly anyway. She seemed amused by the Tweebs' lame come-ons, and flirted right back at them. Not too provocatively, and with a twinkle in her eye, but flirt she did. Kim wasn't sure what to make of that. Kara had come around a few times to see Ron, in Middleton and here at college, and had slept with him every time. That didn't bother Kim. Ron was a big boy, after all. But the thought of Kara bedding her brothers was...troubling, somehow. Kara probably wouldn't think so. Her ideas about sexual propriety were a bit different than most people's. Kim decided to find out. She leaned over and whispered in Kara's ear.

"You aren't thinking of going further than flirting, are you?" she asked, flicking her eyes at the Tweebs.

Kara shook her head slightly. "There are laws, Kim," she smiled. "Silly laws," Kara added, her voice suddenly serious, "But laws none-the-less. And when in Rome..."

The football game wasn't embarrassing at all. Kara cheered enthusiastically and spent the whole game on the edge of her seat. The game went right down to the wire, the Peregrines snatching victory from the jaws of defeat with a last second field goal that left Kara crushed. Kim was a bit surprised at Kara's interest in, and passion for, the game, and said so.

"It's very similar to a game we had on Argo," Kara explained, "Except our version had thirteen players, mixed teams, and more emphasis on finesse than brute force. Still, they're alike enough that football reminds me of home, and," she added with a wicked grin, "There's a lot to be said for a game that has men running around in tight pants."

The jungles of northern Cambodia teemed with more life than DNAmy could believe. Creatures she'd never heard of roamed everywhere. Some of them were interesting enough that, despite the deadly serious nature of the trip she and her new friend were on, DNAmy was sorely tempted to capture them for her experiments. Ah, well. There would be time enough for that later - after her precious cuddle-bunny Monkey Fist was back among the living.

Speaking of her new friend, Felix Faust was forging ahead, hacking a path through the thick undergrowth with a gleaming machete. Faust glared at their Cambodian guide.

"I have a hard time believing this is a trail, sir," Faust growled in flawless French. The guide merely shrugged.

"The jungle is like a ravenous beast, Monsieur Faust. It devours open spaces quickly, if they aren't maintained."

Faust glowered, but said nothing. The man had a point, he supposed. Faust slashed at another curtain of vines, then let out a gasp. A gray stone wall loomed on the other side. He glanced to either side. Through the vegetation he could make out a good bit of the wall. They were there. Now all they had to do was find the entrance.

That proved less difficult than getting to the temple had. The guide quickly oriented himself, and led them straight to it. The jungle had forced its way into the temple, in the form of vines and creepers, but the interior was much less cluttered than the outside. A dank, musty odor permeated the air, and Faust recognized the smell of decaying organic matter. Probably plants, but perhaps a few animals, too. DNAmy wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Stinky," she commented.

Faust said nothing, just gestured for the guide to lead the way. The man did so, the other two following at his heels. The temple wasn't large, and they soon found themselves staring at a somewhat small statue, in jade, of a monkey.

"That's it?" DNAmy asked. She sounded a bit disappointed. Faust hid his disdain. Like many mortals, the woman didn't realize that size and power weren't always in direct proportion to one another. He dipped into the pouch at his belt and drew out a pearl. It was the size of marble, worth thousands of dollars on the open market. Faust crushed it between his thumb and forefinger. He chanted in Coptic, appealing to Thoth, the ancient Egyptian god of magic and knowledge, to accept his offering in exchange for information about the statue. Thoth agreed to the bargain. Faust's eyes widened as the mundane facade of everyday reality fell away. The chamber seemed to fill with ethereal light, the statue glowing like a miniature sun. Rivers of mystical energy flowed into, through, and out of it. Faust smiled in wonder. So, his guess had been correct. The statue was not, in fact, a prison. Rather, it was a refuge of sorts, for the life forces and accumulated wisdom of departed monkey masters. Faust also saw that the statue would allow a living monkey master to harness the energies present in the temple, as well as access the knowledge of his forebears. The statue was a powerful artifact indeed. It would be possible to release Monkey Fist's spirit from the statue, but, Faust realized, there was a catch. The enchantments on the statue wouldn't allow a net loss of spiritual energy. If Monkey Fist's spirit came out, someone else's would have to go in in its place. Faust glanced at the guide who had led them here. A cruel smile crossed his lips. The man might yet prove more useful than he had imagined. Or bargained for.