They Say Everyone Has a Twin Chapter 3 revised, a kim possible fanfic

The Trinity Sitch – Book 1: They Say Everyone Has a Twin

Chapter 3

The sun was starting to dip behind the distant mountains as Ron and Kim finished tying the trio up. Something is wrong, way wrong, ferociously wrong, Kim thought. The raven haired woman was glaring at her with eyes that would cut through titanium plate yet the look wasn't anywhere near as intimidating as it usually would be. The glare just simply did not say "Shego."

That and the fact she was just being much too quiet. Her nemesis would have said something sarcastic or cruel by now. Instead she just sat there staring daggers.

She activated the Kimmunicator. Wade's face instantly appeared. "What up, Kim?"

"I caught the three you sent me after, but something is so outta sync."

As the redhead conferred with an unseen voice Tinker took that moment to whisper to Murky. "So, all those years in the Ultra-Rangers, in the Office of Special Investigations…not to mention you were born in this era yet 5 minutes in town and we're trussed up like Christmas hams by a couple of teenagers."

"Tinker, can it, 'kay? I still don't know what that freaky thing was that bit me. Felt like somebody was shoving an ice pick in my foot"

Ron overheard. "Naked Mole Rat!" He held the pink, hairless rodent out in his hands for them to see. The little guy puffed his tiny muscles like a body builder. "Rufus da man! Er well, da Mole Rat!"

Murky ignored the antics of the little animal, concentrating much more on the ropes binding his wrists behind his back. "Kid, do you always make a habit of attacking people as they walk into town? You know, Dona's a lawyer, if you catch my drift."

"Who is Dona?" Ron asked.

"Um well, of the three of us, who do you think has a woman's name?" Murky said, tilting his head so he looked over his sunglasses.

"You can't fool the Ronster! Even a blind man can tell that's Shego!"

"She-who?" Dona asked.

"Changing your voice and wearing contacts doesn't fool me and if it doesn't fool me then it really won't fool Kim."

"Well, I'm not her."

"Yes you are!" he retorted, crossing his arms.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are, times infinity…" he said sticking his nose in the air and crossing his arms.

"Yup" agreed Rufus, sticking his head out of Ron's pocket.

"No, Ron, she's not." Kim said, finally joining them. "Wade scanned her and he couldn't pick up any trace of her power signature. She's just another average ordinary girl."

Girl? Dona thought? Maybe I'm taking a little too much off my age when I relax the disguise.

"If they have a Chihuahua for a spokes-dog I'm gonna freak." Murky complained, trying to get comfortable in the booth at Bueno Nacho. Somehow he figured they didn't have men some half a foot beyond six feet tall in mind, especially when all the extra height was in his legs. Giving up, he grabbed a chair from a free-standing table, sitting at the end of the booth. The rest of them, especially the two women, seemed perfectly comfortable. Sure they did. Dona was five foot seven and the redhead was five four if she was an inch.

Since they were only a block and a half away from the Mexican restaurant it seemed the logical place for the teens to both apologize and explain themselves, which itself proved necessary when none of the strange trio had ever heard of Kim Possible. Ron brought 'dinner' to the table as a form of peace offering, though he managed to scarf down more than half what was on the tray.

"So, let me get this straight," Ron asked, pointing to his nacho cheese covered fingers as if he was counting off a list. "You're not only not from this planet, you're not even from this time? I thought Wade said that was impossible and even if it wasn't, time travel would open up a cornucopia of disturbing concepts!" He chose that moment to suck the remaining cheese off his fingertips.

Why does that sound so familiar? Kim thought. She was sitting on Ron's normal side of the booth, making room for the others to sit across from them. Even though she had been dating (a very weak word for describing their relationship, in her opinion) it still felt funny sitting beside him instead of across from him here. She could sit beside him at Burger Prince or Pizza Shack or any other place, yet here she it felt strange.

At least in this position she could rub his calf with hers. It was the closest she could come to footsies with their mission boots on. She also had one hand resting on the top edge of his belt, right in the small of his back. They had spent the whole summer touching each other that way and they weren't about to stop.

"Actually that's not exactly right. I was born in Boston," Dona explained, "Murky was born in Little Rock and Tinker is from Poughkeepsie."

"But you said you weren't from this world?" Kim asked, perplexed. Was Ron really rubbing off on her this much, or was the sitch just not all that clear in the first place?

"Precisely. We are from Earth, but not this one." Dona said, as if that explained it all.

Kim just looked at her with her mouth slightly open.

"So you were born in the far future? Badical!" Ron said with a silly grin.

"No, I was born in 1982."

Kim was going from confused to frustrated. "But you just said…"

Dona let out a sigh. For all their years in the twenty-fifth century it had been a closely guarded secret. "Okay, from the top. There are five of us on our ship. Murky," she pointed at the tall man, "Jimmy – my husband – and myself were born in the late 20th century, specifically 1977 and 1982 respectively. We stumbled onto a spaceship which time warped us to the year twenty four fifty two, where we met Tinker and Gary…"

"Who is Gary? And Jimmy for that matter? I think I need a score-card to keep all this straight" Ron asked.

"They stayed with the Valkyrie to put up the camouflage netting. I guess they'll be along in a little bit. If they ran into trouble they'd have called me by now. Unfortunately, the three of us brought the only land vehicle with us, so they'll have to hoof it. Anyway, we've lived in that century for a long time now and we were on our way home from a conference on the Arkonian war when something happened to our ship, causing it to jump out of our universe and into yours. So, like I said, we're from Earth, just not this one. Well, except for Gary, he was born on a starship."

Kim and Ron just stared at her blankly. "Wade, tell me you got all that?"

"Sure did Kim. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I get the gist of what she's saying."

"And you understood it?"

"Yep. So tell me, Mrs. Argus, was it a jump across divergent timelines or a complete dimensional rift?"

Dona just looked at the boy on the screen and gave her best "I-dunno!" look. "Sorry, Wade, I'm a lawyer, not a scientist."

"Maybe I'll have better luck." Tinker said. "I'm more of an engineer, but you don't build Hyperwarp and Telewarp capable starships without knowing quantum chronometric theory."

"Uh…huh." Wade answered.

"Near as I can tell, after discussing it with the Valkyrie's AI, is that there was no inverse time-travel involved with the event, so it's a lot more probable that it was in fact a dimensional rift, though none of the instruments are really designed to detect that sort of thing. It's all just theory, after all."

"Then how do you account for the disparity in the continuum points."

"I can't yet. Like I said, I'm more of an engineer than a scientist. That's why my nickname's Tinker."

"Right."

"Anyhoo, I'm all about application. When it comes to theory, there're lots of bigger brains out there for that kind of thing."

"Don't sell yourself short, Tinker." Dona said, momentarily laying a hand on top of his. Kim took note of the gesture. In the short time since she'd met her, she already figured the slightly older looking woman was a toucher, probably a hugger as well. It was a disquieting notion for a woman who looked exactly like Shego save for her skin and eye color.

Tinker and Wade just kept going on, speaking English, yes, but in terms that could only be described as Techno babble. Kim wasn't entirely sure what Wade was asking or how any of it made any difference, but if they needed answers about the Space-Time continuum there was only one person to talk to.

"You know what? If Tinker isn't up on the theory end of this, I think I know who would be. We need to call…"

"Justine Flanner" Kim and Ron said together. She was pleased that her boyfriend had reached the same conclusion as she had, though there was only one thing she had to take care of first.

"Jinx – you owe me a soda!"

"Aw, man."

"Buck up there, camper." She said sweetly. "It's not like you pay for anything here any more."

"He doesn't pay here?" Murky asked.

Ron casually pointed to a poster in the far window. The three of them all turned to look at it. It was a photo of Ron, decked out in a floppy sombrero and wearing a poofy fake mustache (which wasn't even blonde) In his hands was a concoction, looking like a sort of bag made out of a soft corn tortilla. Several points were sticking out all over, causing the whole thing to bleed cheese sauce. The logo read "NACO NACO MAN!"

"Yeah, I invented their biggest item ever, so now they feed the Ron-man on the house."

"After your father threatened to sue them." Kim added.

"Wow, that thing looks good. Wonder how many I could take down." Murky said, rubbing his stomach and smacking his lips.

"Oh, is that a challenge?" Ron said with his 'crafty' voice.

Murky grinned back at him. "Bring it on, Kid."

A/N Revised 2-24-06