Disclaimer: Refer to chapter 1 (default chapter).

Summary: Refer to chapter 1 (default chapter).

To: Serpent King From: raven vixen

I've three challenges on KP Slash Haven, which one is this a response to?

My answer:
I didn't realize you had more than one request posted, but in answer to your question:

"Have you ever noticed how the general public is always willing to believe the worst of even the greatest hero? One that immediately comes to mind is Spiderman. The Wizarding World using Harry Potter as a scapegoat also comes to mind.

Here's the challenge, For the last several missions Kim's not been doing so well, the bad guys are getting away and the stolen objects are not being recovered. The fools in charge go after Kim because it's 'obvious' she's allowing them to get away. Not only do they ruin her reputation, they put out bounties, 'Dead or Alive'. To keep her family safeand friends safely out of harms way, she runs. Needing a way to eat and such Kim goes mercernary. She then proceeds to go straight to Drakken, because of her foes he and Shego are the only ones she trusts not to cut her throat in her sleep (Why she trusts them is a plot point that's up to the author). Whether the rest of Team Possible joins her is also up to the author.

Main Pairing:Kigo

Optional Pairing:Rokken

Length:Any

Rating:Any

(Dark but not evil Kim preferred)
(An excuse for Kim to wear Shego's outfit would also beappreciated)"

Sorry, I have the hardest time trying to paraphrase anything.

I have to say that the story that I started writing before I found your request fit well into the request, so I decided to write it for the both of us.

The chapters in this fiction will be shorter than in my other ficitons, hence, there will be more. I am trying the fiction process this way because with longer chapters, I had a hard time finding enough patience to get a chapter uploaded to the 'net. However, some chapters in this story may be long, just depends on how I think I can end a chapter as it comes to me.

Chapter 2Unexplainable Dreams

Kim and Ron were walking home from a particularly hard day at cheer practice. They struck up a conversation.

"I don't have a problem, Ron. My sleeping patterns are fine," Kim Possible, a red haired teenager quarreled.

"Amp down, KP," her blonde haired best friend comforted, "I never said you did, Kim."

Walking home from cheer practice was a relief; a regular session of practice lasted from the end of the school day to around 5 in the evening. Tonight, it had lasted until 9:45; it had run extremely late. The cheer competition was in less than two weeks, and "the team was not ready", per the team captain, Bonnie Rockwaller, a brown haired, snobby girl. It was already dark outside. From inside the boy's pants pocket, a naked mole rat peeked his head out to join the conversation.

"I say, you confront your dreams like you do Drakken and Shego."

"I can't punch a dream, Ron," the girl sighed, exasperatedly.

"Kim, Kim, Kim. Not what I meant. You should face your dreams with no fear."

"You make it sound like it's easy, and it's not."

The three pals walked (well, Kim and Ron walked; Rufus rode in Ron's pocket) to Kim's house. Kim bade good bye to Ron and Rufus who headed for the Stoppable residence, just a few blocks from the Possibles'.

"Mom, I'm home," Kim announced. Surprisingly, the house was empty; usually tiny explosions would ring throughout the abode signaling the presence of Kim's two twin brothers, whom she nicknamed the 'tweebs'. Her mom was not in the kitchen fixing dinner, and her father was not reading the paper and listening to the evening news. "That's odd."

Kim went upstairs to her room and dropped off her bookbag. She went into the bathroom adjoining her bedroom and slipped out of her cheerleading uniform; she left the bathroom in her usual/favorite bed clothes, a pair of Cuddle Buddy pajamas that Ron had given her for her seventh birthday; she had no idea how they still fit, but she was not complaining.

Kim went downstairs into the kitchen. There, she found her mother's note which she read several times before putting it down to get something to eat. She decided on heating some soup (all that she felt her stomach could handle); her stomach had been cramping all day, and the cramps seemed to get worse as practice neared an end.

The microwave beeped. Kim wordlessly removed her soup, headed upstairs, and ate it while looking at her geometry homework. She began to get drowsy, set her homework aside, pushed the rest of her soup away, and set her alarm. Within seconds of her head hitting her pillow, she was asleep. The past couple of nights had found Kim trying to hold off dreamland because of the fear that resonated through her from her dreams, but tonight she couldn't keep sleep from consuming her. She slept with her bedside lamp on for an hour before her mother came home to check on her. Madeline Possible tucked her daughter into bed, picked up the soup, turned off the lamp, and left the room. "Good night, Kimmie," she whispered. Kim smiled in her sleep.

Around midnight, according to the alarm clock, Kim began tossing and turning in her bed sheets.

Dream Sequence...

In a dark cavern, green flames were suddenly dancing around her with a wide berth, gradually eating the distance between herslef and them. Panic filled her mind, and her knees became weak as she found herself slowly dropping to the floor as if someone was pushing her down. The flames stopped advancing, but they were still reflecting heat- almost too much heat. One single flame extended out and grazed her exposed midriff. There was no pain; no burning sensation; no nothing. Then the circle of flames danced toward her again. They crept closer and closer until they began rising above the fallen girl. "No, stop," she croaked out in a weak voice, but the flames didn't stop until they had consumed the form of the girl's body. From a distance but still in the cave, a set of glowing eyes watched the display in front of them with rapture.

A scream rang out from and heavy breathing filled the dark room. The heavy breathing blocked out the constant tick-tocking of the alarm clock.

A knock at the door served to bring the distraught figure back down to normality or at least what the figure considered normality. "Kimmie, are you alright?"

Kim instantly recognized her mother's voice and found her own, "I'm fine, mom, sorry to worry you." She blinked several times then looked around the room. Her eyes fell on her alarm clock beside her bed. She thought back to when Dr. Porter gave her the ticking digital radio alarm clock. ' "Kim, I hear that you need help getting to sleep," Dr. Porter said, then explained about the clock, " This clock has special sounds to help you get to sleep, from soothing sounds of the ocean to chirping crickets." Kim sighed; you just couldn't tell anyone anything for fear that the whole world would know the next day. Kim reluctantly accepted the small alarm clock with a small, "Thank you." '

She looked back at the clock. Big, bold, red dashes displayed 5:38; she had another hour to sleep. She looked in the direction of her window and noticed that it was morning.

"Do you want to talk about it?" her mother asked through the door.

"No, thank you; I'm fine," Kim answered, listening as her mother went downstairs. Her breathing had finally returned to normal. Slowly, a thought crept into her mind, 'Man, I wish today was Saturday. Then I could go back to sleep. She tried to go back to sleep, but she ended up tossing and turning; she decided to get up and begin the day.

She dressed in her dark room and hasitly ran a brush through her auburn locks; afterwards, she left her room for the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, she grabbed a bowl, some cereal, a spoon, and the milk. After a hasty breakfast, she went to retrieve her bookbag from her room. She slung it over her shoulder, walked back downstairs and out the front door.

to be continued...

ravenvixen says:

This story will speed up and will fit Serpent King's request before it's finished.

I am going to try to work on several other stories at this time as well, so please bear with me. Right now, my other two stories on have been neglected. Very sorry; I WILL try harder to update all of my stories around the same time, depends on my schedule.