Disclaimer: Kim Possible is nota walrus bent on destroying New Guinny. Heck, I don't even know where that is. Sounds cool though. I do not own any of the characters from any series to pop up in the course of this fiction. If you're courious about whethera character that you don't reconginze is my brain child feel free to ask. Please don't Sue, your questions make my head hurt. ;-

Dotted lines are scene changes, if you know of a way to insert multiple spaces let me know. Cause this system hates me.

OH and shameless plug. Read my other KP fic, Hero in me Warning it's rated R

Rating: pg13-- may go R later, not sure. And now on to the story

Her body tensed as it flipped through the air. Muscles ill-used in normal ventures strained and stretched as she called upon them. The black business suit that adorned her fit body was out of place amid the deep greens of the dojo. Her descent was rapid but controlled, bringing her down next to one fo the many potted plants lining the edges of the forest green mat that was the only protection against the hard wooden floor. A grimace passed her lips as her right knee struck the floor, it was a thin mat. Her opponent watched her as she landed, taking a mental note at the position she used. Her body was hunched over, her back covering her left leg, which was bent at a ninety degree angle. Her left knuckles laid upon the ground next to her left heel. Her right knuckles were in a straight line from their counterparts. Her right leg broke the symmetry. Its knee touched the ground. Before his eyes her head lifted, the emerald eyes staring at him.

His body moved through the air, defying the young woman to stop him. She sprung forward, her entire body becoming a powerful weapon. The two met halfway, her superior momentum carrying her into his waiting fist. Her head slammed into the dark green mat once again. As she attempted to recover he shot forward again, only to fall as a leg slammed into the back of his shin. Smirking, Kim rose from the crouch she'd preformed the leg swipe in. She was thankful for that move, as she'd been many times before. Before her eyes he rose, as if he had not mere seconds before crashed the ground, head striking the floor.

This was not good. A coat of sweat covered her form, she'd been retired too long for this. She'd thought this part of her life was over, had made sure of it, but even now, four years later, she found herself trapped in the same stupid cycle.

"When will it end?"

The words became a desperate scream as they left her mouth. Her emerald eyes fastened on her attacker. He stood, waiting patiently, silently. Her pretty mouth twisted itself into a snarl, her eyes alight with anger. She gave up all pretense of control as she charged forward, her entire body pushing itself to new extremes. Her limbs struck out, setting a deadly pace that the man matched with ease. Her hand shot out, fingers in a rigid shape, mimicking that of a blade. His body twisted, the knife hand glancing off his pectorals, missing the hollow where his sternum lay. His hand thrust out, gripping her neck, even as knee thudded into her stomach, expelling the last of her air. The world grew dim as she struggled uselessly. Her final vision was of a leering youth with curly hair.

Holding Out for a Hero

She shot up, her head striking her friend's as she did so. With a weary groan Ron Stoppable looked at his best friend, Kim Possible. She was shaking a little, a look of terror on her face, her small hands traced the curves of her neck, almost as if she was checking something. Or for something.

"Have that nightmare again?"

His yawn echoed throughout the cabin, reminding her that it hadn't been real, that it never was. Her eyes turned, taking in the boy next to her. He was still clad in their mission clothes, as was she, so she was protected from his Smarty-Mart style. On his face was plastered a look of concern, one she'd seen all too often in their young lives. His hair was messier than usual, the mission and the fight tousling it until- a flash of cold ran through her as fear engulfed her entire body. Flashes from the dream came back, the nightmare that plagued her on many nights.

"It was you."

The words breathed past her lips. His look of concern grew as she shrank back from him, fear in her eyes. She looked so small, so fragile, so unlike the Kim Possible he'd known most of his life. The strong confident woman she'd become had vanished and he was left with the scared little preschooler he'd first met all those years ago. Her words slightly confused him, but he knew the dream well enough to piece it all together. She'd told him about it often enough. Mysterious stranger attacks her four years after she's retired in a mysteriously green dojo, all she ever gets to see before he kills her is a flash of yellow hair and a leering grin. Apparently he was the one doing it. Which was absurd, he would never hurt her. Surely she knew that. But maybe she needed to hear it. When he spoke his voice was warm and soothing, exactly what she needed.

"Kim, come on you know I'd never hurt you."

Suddenly she flung herself forward her small body pressing against his. Her arms wrapped around him as she sobbed lightly. It was an awkward situation made more so by the simple fact that he was a boy and she was a rather pretty girl. With a gracious smile he just patted her on the back softly, while the aircraft sped through the early morning sky.

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The soft morning light spilled through the police car's windows. The warm glow covered the form of the evil sidekick, Shego. The girl's raven locks hung deeply, obscuring her face. This was humiliating. Once again, she was beaten by a teenaged cheerleader. That wasn't right. It sure as hell wasn't fair. And the worst part of it all was she had to listen to her employer whine about it all the way to the local jail.

And why the hell was it taking so long? She was pretty sure the nearest jailhouse couldn't be that damn far away from the latest lair Possible had trashed. It seemed like they'd been driving for over an hour, though it was possible that was only because Drakken hadn't shut up.

Some would wonder why she, so obviously the better villain, put up with Drakken. At times she questioned her own motivations, right now was one of those times.

It was amazing the lungs on the blue mad 'scientist,' even mentally she had to add the air quotes. After all, even thinking of Drakken as a scientist was an insult to the entire profession.

The car skidded to a halt. For the first time since the beginning to the trip Shego really paid attention to her surroundings. Around her were massive trees. They towered high into the sky, creating a massive natural prison of sorts. They were also a perfect place to plan an escape.

Her nimble fingers tore into her bounds with a renewed vigor. Her hands burned with a stinging heat that both singed her flesh and melted the metal of her cuffs. She leaned forward, allowing even more room for the molten metal to drip down onto the cushion below her. When she was free her foot lashed out, forcing the car door forward. It swung into emptiness even as she propelled herself out of the car, ready to take the cops down. She didn't need to. Of the two cops that had been transporting them one was already dead. The other, a man that looked about thirty-five was clutching at his arm.

The twin trails of blood leaking from it matched the color of his face. Shego wasn't quite sure how it was possible, nor did she want to learn. The sight before her sickened her. The officer, the one that had been driving, was on his knees, body trembling, blood leaking from him.

Before him was a man, well built with a stern expression and beautiful dark hair that flowed like a wave across his scalp. Twin eyes of brown stared ruthlessly down at the cop. The man in question held a pistol with little unease. It was pointing at the cops head. When he spoke the voice that poured from his lips was not one of dulcet tones and plentiful speeches. It was quite the opposite in fact.

"Just so you know, your family's already dead. Your wife was pretty tight, fought back though. Had to punish her for that. It was quite fun."

With that he pulled the trigger. The hammer slammed against the body of the metal monstrosity even as the bullet emerged from its silver sheath. Grey death sped forward, ripping through the soft tissues of the officer's flesh, as it forced itself down towards his brain.

Shego cringed as bits of eyeball shot out from where the bullet entered the man's skull. She bit back the urge to hurl.

The gunman turned towards her even as Drakken pulled himself from the car, his hands still cuffed.

"Drakken, Shego, the name's Ken Dure. I have a proposition for you."