Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible.
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Cold.
So cold.
As she lay, dull eyes gazing at the top of the cryogenic chamber, that was the only thing she felt.
She was dead and yet not quite dead.
And it was cold.
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It had just been another day, walking to Bueno Nacho with Ron after school. They'd talked about... something. She couldn't remember quite what it was. The details were so blurry; it had been a long time ago.
The sun had shone (the sun! So yellow and warm, yet she'd taken it for granted...) and a slight breeze had been blowing.
There'd been no missions for a few weeks. The world's supervillains had all seemed to be taking a brief break. She hadn't minded at all-- she could use some (relative) peace and quiet to focus on 'regular' things, such as school, cheerleading, and Ron.
Which was why what happened next was so totally unexpected.
They'd almost gotten to the doors of Bueno Nacho when there was a sudden sharp prick in her neck.
She'd staggered, and dropped to her knees.
"Kim? Kim!" Ron had shouted. "Kim, what's wrong?"
But everything got blurry, and the world started to spin and all the colors mixed together and started to grow dim.
Somewhere from beyond the blur, Ron yelled "Help! Somebody help! She's..."
And then everything went dark.
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When she once again obtained consciousness, she felt... odd. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something was off.
Not to mention the fact that she was lying on a table.
Kim tried to sit up, but her body refused to obey. That had never happened before; as someone trained in martial arts, she usually could exhibit exquisite control over her movements. But now...
She heard footsteps. A figure came into her line of sight.
Kim thought she recognized him from somewhere, but she couldn't quite remember.
A mission? she thought.
"They don't understand," said the person. The voice was male. "None of them do."
"You shouldn't have died so young," the man continued.
Died! Wha-- no!
But suddenly a horrible realization came to Kim.
She wasn't breathing. Her heart wasn't beating.
I'm... dead? But I'm still here...
"You had so much potential... but it may yet be fulfilled," the man went on. "I have a cryogenic chamber, you see. The toxins have been cleared from your body, I will preserve your body until the time comes when science has discovered a way to revive it."
Cryogenic... he's gonna freeze me!
A few more figures came, gently lifted Kim's body and placed her on a stretcher.
No! I'm alive, she thought desperately, trying to communicate them in some way.
But no one heard.
The placed her in the cryogenic chamber, and there she stayed.
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She laid there, unmoving, for a long time. Kim wasn't sure exactly how long.
Sometimes, Kim sort of... floated away. Her spirit flew above Middleton, and she watched her family and friends. But before long, she always snapped back to the chamber, where her body rested.
Kim watched as her family grieved, then found a way to go on.
She watched the tweebs grow older, and become technological wizards of the same caliber as Wade.
She watched as Ron married Tara, and she watched as they raised a family together.
When her spirit was trapped within her body, she thought. There was really nothing else to do.
Time passed. Kim knew she would have gone mad if not for the times where her spirit escaped. And those times were becoming less frequent.
Why did this have to happen? Why? Why! WHY!
But no answer came.
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Charri looked around, and darted down to the ruins. "Why is it exactly that you insisted on coming here?" she asked her young companion.
"Someone needs help," Mikka answered. "This way," she said, running forward, leaving Charri to follow.
As much as Charri loved her little sister, she sometimes got exasperated with her whims. It was to be expected; Mikka was a Psi, and they were always somewhat odd.
"Here," Mikka's voice came from ahead. Charri caught up with her.
"Someone's in there," Mikka said, pointing at what appeared to be a large metal cylinder turned on its side.
Charri looked at it. "Hm, there seems to be some sort of generator by it. It's still running..."
There was a keypad, with buttons numbered zero through nine. Mikka stretched out a hand, and brushed the keypad gently with her fingertips. "Ah," she said, then rapidly punched in a lengthy code.
With a hissing sound, the cylinder opened...
"Mikka, look away." It was an order. Charri saw no reason for a girl as young as Mikka to see a corpse.
"She's still here," Mikka said softly.
"Mikka, whoever that was, she died long ago. Now let's go. This place gives me the creeps."
"No," Mikka replied. She walked over to the cylinder, and placed her small hands on the body's chest. A look of concentration came over her face.
Thud-thud.
The heart sprung to life again.
Mikka fell to her knees, exhausted.
The girl in the cylinder sat up.
"Oh my... that's not... how?" Charri spluttered.
"Her spirit never left, even when her body died." Mikka murmured. She looked up at the girl.
"Welcome to the future, Kim Possible."