Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney.
A week later, Nana and Gran came to have breakfast with Dawn and her family before her lessons.
"Excited about your trip, Dawn?" asked Gran.
"Oh yeah," Dawn said happily. "I'd like fight crime with you guys. I guess I have to wait until I'm old enough, though."
"You do remember," said Nana, "that Gran quit crime fighting before I started."
"By the time she started, I was a criminal," said Gran.
"Oh, yeah," Dawn let her face fall.
"But it's them you want to see?" asked Mom.
"Hey," Dawn's eyes lit up. "If I was there, wouldn't you guys remember me?"
"She is good at this!" laughed Mom.
"I don't remember meeting your Dad as a teenager." Nana put down her fork, "I talked to the teenage me on his communicator. I know she was there, but I don't remember being her."
"Why is that?" asked Dawn, confused.
Nana shrugged, "Time travel is very strange."
"I think it's time we lay it out for her Kim," said Gran seriously.
"You're right." Nana sighed. "We're not gonna beat around the bush anymore, Dawn."
"About what?"
"We do remember you, Dawn," said Gran. "We met you a couple of years before your mother was born."
"Wow," Dawn breathed slowly.
"You did something very important back there, Dawn," Mom put a hand on Dawn's arm.
"What am I gonna do?"
Gran leaned in, "Save my life."
"I saved you?" asked Dawn softly. When Gran nodded, Dawn asked, "from what?"
"From me," answered Nana sadly.
Dawn looked at Nana hard. "Now I wish you were joking," she said flatly.
"You can do it, girl," Gran gave her a mock punch in the shoulder.
"Wait a second," Dawn said clearly. "I thought Gran was the evil one."
"That's right," said Gran, sounding oddly proud.
"Why would you try to kill her?" Dawn looked intensely at Nana.
"I was having a very bad day," joked Nana in a sad tone. When no one laughed, she continued, "I was using a special battle suit."
"Like the police use."
"Mine was experimental." Nana's face fell a little more, "It had a design flaw, Dawn."
Gran took Nana's hand, "She doesn't like to talk about it. It was driving her mad, Dawn. She was so angry, that she almost killed me."
"Almost," said Dawn.
Gran nodded, "You stopped her, Dawn. Just like last week."
"Are you sure it was me?"
"A ten year old girl that glowed yellow?" asked Nana.
"No glow has ever been the same, Dawn," said Gran.
"Except Wego," said Mom.
"That was because of their power," said Gran.
"Good point," said Mom. "But, what about Kee-" Mom stopped. Both of the older women were glaring at her.
"Sorry," said Mom.
"But it's already done," said Dawn, "You're okay."
"You still need to go, Dawn," said Nana. "You said you wanted to."
"That's before I knew it would be dangerous."
"Do you know what would have happened if you weren't there?" asked Gran tenderly.
"You would have died," Dawn said sadly.
"Before your mother was born," Gran said softly, nodding.
Dawn looked at her mother, the impossibility seizing her mind.
"I would have probably gone to prison," said Nana. "I might not have gotten married, had kids."
"This is too big," said Dawn.
"Not for you," said Nana.
"You are un-stoppable," said Gran.
Dawn almost corrected her. Her name is Dawn. Then for the first time, the word play in her name really hit her.
Nana said, "My Dad used to tell me 'Anything is possible for a Possible'. That includes you. You have my blood."
"Even if you didn't glow," said Gran, "you'd still be a 'Go girl'."
"When do I go?" asked Dawn.
The ladies all smiled.
"A little more practice," said Gran.
That day's lessons were in a place Dawn had never been. Dawn, her mom and her grandmothers had to show their identification at a security desk. Her mom gave Dawn an ID badge, just before they went in.
"Don't lose this, or you might get shot," Mom said.
Dawn thought mom was joking, but wasn't entirely sure.
After going through a number of halls, they reached another desk. Where they signed in.
Dawn was then brought in to a new gymnasium. "All this for a gym?"
Mom smiled, "Not quite."
"I'll say," said Gran as she looked about the room. Her hand glowed green as she punched a nearby steel wall. She then bent in to examine the spot that she had struck. "Eh," she grunted appraisingly. "It will hold up better than our usual place, at least."
"Thank you, Shego!" Nana said sarcastically.
"We're doing something different again, aren't we?" asked Dawn.
"You think?" asked Gran with a smile. "The first game is called, 'Dodge Blast'." She tossed some green energy at Dawn.
Dawn was still standing between Mom and Nana. Nana tumbled away while Mom took hold of Dawn. Dawn and her mother disappeared in a pink glow just before the blast struck.
They reappeared behind Gran.
"Give the girl a chance, Mother!" Mom cried accusingly.
"Why?" said Gran as she turned. "The old me won't."
"You mean 'young you'," said Nana. "The 'old' you is right here."
"Whatever," said Gran, rolling her eyes. "You ladies want to play or give Dawn some room?
"I'll sit out the first set," said Nana.
"Have fun, Dawn," said Mom as she stepped back.
Dawn wondered why she was actually felt rather abandoned.
"Ready, Dawn?" asked Gran with an evil grin.
Dawn stood on the balls of her feet, legs apart, "Okay."
Gran started shooting blasts from either hand alternately.
Dawn dodged to the right and went into a tumbling routine Nana had taught her some time before.
Gran's continued blasts simply followed her.
Dawn hesitated only a moment to see if Gran had moved at all, and got hit in the left shoulder. The green bolt painfully knocked her back and down onto the mat.
"Not bad for your first time, Dawn," Gran offered her a hand up.
Dawn took her hand and stood up. "Does it always hurt like this?" she asked while massaging her shoulder.
"Now you know how it feels," Gran said tenderly. She looked at the shoulder closely, "Actually, those were low level blasts."
"Ouch." Dawn said more out of concern than pain.
"You'll be okay soon." Gran smiled, "I noticed you didn't use your glow."
"You mean I could have?" Dawn gasped. "Darn!"
"Actually, I'm proud that you didn't." said Gran. "It's probably better for practice that you don't, but on the mission, you glow all you want. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Speaking of glowing, we can practice that next." Gran turned. "Which of you ladies wants experience the thrill of passing through solid matter?" she asked with a note of sarcasm.
"I'll give it a go," said Nana as she walked over.
"She can't do that," said Dawn. "It's my glow."
"I can share my glow," said Mom, "You can probably share yours."
"Give it a try," Nana offered her hand.
Dawn took it and glowed yellow.
"Now try to make me glow," Nana ordered.
Dawn concentrated and Nana did indeed glow yellow.
Gran picked up a toy rifle. "Hold that pose," she said sweetly as she fired sponge balls at them.
The balls passed right through them, though Nana flinched a little. "Should I be feeling these, Dawn?" she asked nervously.
"Maybe a little," Dawn tried to concentrate on making her grandmother insubstantial.
"That feels better."
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