I do not own Kim Possible or any other associated characters. This is done for fun not profit.
A/N: Ok this is the first time I've posted a story to FanFiction. I'm still learning the whole process, so if something screwy happens let me know.
This is a rewrite of the story. I wasn't happy with the way certain areas had turned out as well as some of the story progression.
This story runs under the idea that Ron and Kim were juniors in STD. There is a serious amount of fluff in the first few chapters as well as a ton of new characters.
Reviews both positive and critical are welcome, can't get better if you don't know what you've done wrong. If you feel the need to flame please send it to me as an email, I don't wish to expose it to those reading the reviews. Enjoy.
The sun was shining down without as much as a cloud in sight. It was looking like one of those perfect days you see in the movies. What a great day the young man thought as he lifted his face towards the sky. The rays warmed his already tanned face. Looking around he saw the older man on the ground before him, a sneer forming on his lips. Oh yes what a great day indeed. He watched as the man crawled on his knees, the sweat running down his face and arms. The sun was beginning to take its toll, soon it would be over. The man paused, and looked up at the youth his eyes sharpening.
"You should be the one down here not me." He grunted in exhaustion.
"You know you look better working on the ground then I do." The young man stated as he broke into a huge grin. "Of course you look better on the ground then I do period."
"Keep it up and you'll find out how fast the ground can come at you."
The young man looked around the yard he was working in with his father, so much done and yet so much to do. The sweat once again was rolling into his eyes, taking a moment; he swiped at it, no sense in going blind before he got done. He went back to mixing the cement. "Hey, how does this look, it still seems a little thick."
"Just a sec." His father said putting the last stake into the form. "Ok, let's take a look. That's perfect; the forms are done so just start pouring."
The sound of a door closing caught his attention. Turning back towards the house he saw a sight that always brought a smile to his face. Yeah, it was looking to be a great day.
As the saying goes all good things must come to an end, even great days. In the movies music would start to play as a shrill high pitched beeping began, or a car would come rushing into the driveway, or something else to give warning, but this was reality.
There was simply heat, lots and lots of heat, and a noise that was beyond imagination. One moment the house was sitting there on a perfect sunny day, the next it was just… gone. The blast flung the young man across the yard, only stopping when he traveled into the chain link fence. He had no final thought, no revelations, this was after all reality.
At that same moment around the city identical explosions sounded off. This was no random event; it was a planned attack; which made its effects even more horrifying.