A/N: This is a reboot of my original story, After All This Time: Revenge. This follows the storyline from my AATT reboot. It takes place roughly a year after that story. There will be some pieces of the original Revenge plot in the story, but much of it will be different. Like the AATT reboot, this will be a pretty dark story. I will put warnings in the beginnings of chapters that might be particularly dark. Another thing: Drakken and Shego will return to this story, and they may seem OOC to some of you. I decided to make them completely evil – the reason for this will be explained in a later chapter. Sorry if you don't agree with my creative decision, but I felt it worked better for my storyline. A special thanks goes out immediately to StormChaser90, not only for developing and allowing me to use his OC Krystal, but also for workshopping plot ideas with me. He certainly gets co-author credit for this reboot. Hope you all enjoy, and please feel free to leave a review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible. It belongs to Disney and its creators. If it was in the show, I don't own it. Any songs mentioned are the property of their respective owners and artists. I am not doing this for compensation, simply for enjoyment and practice.

Claimer: Krista Ruthie Stoppable is my OC. If you want to use her, please ask. Krysta-L (aka Krystal) was created by StormChaser90 and used with permission. If you want to use her, please contact him for permission.

After All This Time: Revenge

Chapter 1

10 Months Later

Possible Home, Middleton, Colorado

"Okay, Krista, let's practice what I just showed you." Kim Possible-Stoppable stepped forward and grabbed her daughter's wrist. Krista, instead of pulling away, leaned in, twisting her arm and quickly bending her elbow, jerking her wrist out of her mother's grip.

"Perfect! Then what would you do next?" Kim asked.

"Target one of the pressure points," Krista answered.

"Which are?"

Krista thought for a moment. "The eyes, nose, ears, neck, and knees."

"Great. Now let's say you targeted the nose. What would you do?"

Krista stepped forward and raised her arm, her wrist bent back and her palm up. She reached up and mimicked pushing the heel of her hand into her mother's nose.

"What about the knees?"

Krista stepped backwards onto her right foot, kicking out her left to target the back of her mother's knee. She didn't complete the strike, but held her form so her mother could correct her.

"Good job. I think that's enough for today." Kim gave her daughter a high-five. Over the last ten months, she had been teaching her basic self-defense moves, just enough so that Krista could protect herself if she ever needed to again. The lessons were both for Krista's peace of mind and her parents'. By learning how to defend herself, Krista's self-confidence was slowly growing, and her bond was strengthening with her parents. She was still timid – she rarely stepped out of her comfort zone and was nervous about meeting new people. Starting school in a new town was a struggle. She continued to go to counseling sessions twice a week, and nightmares plagued her several nights a week. The only thing giving her any semblance of peace was the fact that her former tormenters – Thomas and Andrea Moore – were in prison.

Although mountains of evidence and testimony were stacked against them, the Moores had a very, very good lawyer. The trial had dragged on for nearly a year, and a sentence had not been passed down yet. Kim and Ron attended court sessions in their daughter's stead – coming face to face with the monsters who had inflicted so much abuse on her would have been too much for her already-fragile state of mind. They were due for another court date next month, and the Stoppables could only hope that this would be the end of it and a sentence would finally be passed down.

Kim and Krista entered the back door of the Possible home. Kim's parents were watching Krista tonight, allowing Kim and Ron to go on a much-needed date night. The stress and strain of helping Krista recover mentally and emotionally from the trauma of her past took a toll on all of them. This would be their first night out since before being reunited with their daughter, and although they were excited, they were nervous about how it would go.

Kim's mother was finishing up dinner in the kitchen as her daughter and granddaughter entered. She looked up from the pot of spaghetti at the stove, smiling. "Got a good lesson in?"

"Sure did," Kim replied as Krista took a seat at the table. "She learns quickly."

Anne looked over to Krista. "And how is dance going? You started classes again, right?"

Krista nodded. "It's good. The classes are fun." It had taken a few months of therapy and recovery for Kim and Ron to feel that Krista would be able to handle another new environment. Luckily, a former high school enemy-turned-friend owned a dance studio in town. Leaving Krista with Bonnie Rockwaller-Senior had been much easier than leaving her with a total stranger. Kim knew Bonnie would take care of her.

Anne placed a plate of spaghetti in front of Krista. "Eat up, sweetheart. Grandpa James and I decided to have a movie night tonight. Your pick."

As Krista began to eat the meal, Kim took her mother aside, crossing her arms over her chest and anxiously glancing at the eleven-year-old in her peripheral. "You sure she'll be okay tonight? We don't have to go…"

Anne gave her daughter a reassuring smile. "She'll be fine, Kimmie. It's only for a few hours. You and Ron deserve some time for yourselves."

Kim nervously bit her bottom lip. "What if she has a panic attack?"

"Then we'll deal with that if it comes. We know what to do." Anne placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Go. Enjoy your night. We'll be fine here."

Reluctantly, Kim went up to her old room to change. After she had dressed in a cocktail-length black dress and heels, she descended the stairs to find Ron in the living room, watching TV with her father. He was dressed in a dapper black suit jacket and slacks, the royal blue button down underneath coming slightly untucked as he stood and faced his wife.

"Wow," Ron breathed. "You look bondiggity."

Kim giggled at the sentiment. "You don't look bad yourself, Mr. Stoppable."

Kim's mom entered the living room, Krista by her side and clutching her Pandaroo. "You two clean up nice."

Kim blushed. "Thanks, Mom." She knelt in front of her daughter, who was biting her thumbnail nervously. "We're just going to dinner, okay? We'll be back in a few hours. You'll have fun with Grandma Anne and Grandpa James."

Krista nodded silently. She still hadn't gotten used to being left with someone else while her parents were out. When they went on missions, she spent the time anxiously awaiting their return, her mind always going to the worst-case-scenario. What if they never came back? What if she lost them again, and she had to go back to an orphanage? The thought made her stomach churn. But this wasn't a mission. They were just going to dinner. They would be back soon… right?

Ron playfully chucked his daughter under her chin, eliciting a small smile from her even as tears brimmed in her eyes. Kim held out her arms, a silent gesture to ask if Krista wanted a hug. Though she still had a hard time with physical contact, the eleven-year-old threw her arms around her mother's neck, letting a few tears fall before hastily wiping them away. Kim returned the hug before reluctantly letting go and standing up. She pasted a calm smile on her face, though she felt anything but.

"If you need anything, just call us," she said. "Have fun, sweetie." Before she could change her mind, she allowed Ron to lead her out the front door.

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A few hours later, the couple returned, opening the front door and finding Kim's parents and Krista in the living room. Krista was asleep on the couch, one of her arms draped over her Pandaroo and the other hanging off the side of the sofa. Anne pulled a blanket over her granddaughter before walking over to Kim and Ron.

"Seems like it went well," Kim whispered.

Anne nodded. "It did. There were a few tears after you left, but nothing some ice cream and her favorite movie couldn't fix. She fell asleep about five minutes ago. How was dinner?"

"Delicious. It was nice to get out for a bit," Kim replied. "Ron got us reservations at that swanky new restaurant downtown."

Ron grabbed the lapels on his suit jacket, a smug grin on his face. "Yep. The Ron-Man gots connections."

Kim playfully gave him a shove and laughed. The mirth dissipated, however, when a terrified scream filled the room. Alarmed, the adults turned their attention to the couch, where Krista was tossing fretfully, her Pandaroo falling to the floor.

"No! Let me go!" she muttered, tears staining her cheeks. Kim and Ron jumped into action, rushing to their daughter's side.

"Krista, honey, wake up. You're okay," Kim soothed, gently shaking Krista's shoulders. Krista's eyes opened suddenly, scanning her surroundings for danger as her breath quickened. The concerned faces of her parents registered, but she couldn't calm the storm of panic raging inside her. Ron helped her sit up as Kim took her hands.

"Deep breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth." Kim mimicked the exercise as Krista followed, her heart rate finally slowing. Ron wrapped his arms around his daughter as she cried, feelings of vulnerability and exhaustion overwhelming her.

"I-I just w-want this to st-op," Krista stuttered through her tears.

"We know, kiddo," Ron said. "It's just going to take some time."

"I hate this!" Krista said fiercely. "Why am I such a b-baby?"

"Krista, you are not a baby," Kim chastised. "You have to cut yourself some slack. You've been through a lot of trauma, and that's not just going to go away overnight. It takes time to heal."

Anne watched the heartbreaking scene, eyes filled with tears of her own. James put his arm around his wife, grief outfitting his face, too. It killed them to see their granddaughter feeling like this.

It took several more minutes to calm Krista down and get her in the car. As they family drove the short way home, their thoughts were all the same: healing takes time, but how much longer did Krista have to suffer?

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Training Facility, Site Beta, Location Classified

A loud crack resounded throughout the brightly lit training room. Krystal gasped as her body hit the mat, her vision going black for a moment before slowly returning. She couldn't seem to fill her lungs, her breathing shallow, every inhale eliciting sharp pains from the right side of her back. She tried to sit up, but the attempt sent waves of agony through her body. She cried out as she flopped back down, a figure blocking out the light above her.

"Let's go, Imposter," Fukushima barked. "Your session isn't over."

It hurt to talk, the words hissing out between gritted teeth. "Can't… stand."

Fukushima gave her a once over. "Your legs don't seem to be broken… yet." He raised his foot, slamming it down on her shin. A new wave of excruciating pain ripped through Krystal's leg, a guttural scream escaping her as the bone shattered.

"Now… heal yourself, and let's get moving. I have better things to do than spend my afternoon with a pitiful disgrace to creation lying on the floor."

Krystal shot a deadly glance at her trainer before shutting her eyes again. It wasn't difficult to focus her attention on her injuries, but it was much harder to calm her mind and body enough to summon her healing aura. After several agonizing moments of breathing, a blue glow engulfed her body, growing brighter at the sites of her broken bones. The glow seemed to seep into her skin, healing her from the inside. Krystal clenched her jaw through the pain as her bones knit back together and solidified, as good as new. When the glow dissipated, she tentatively stood, stretching her back and testing her weight on her left leg. When she was satisfied that she was healed, she lashed out, dealing a roundhouse kick to her trainer and nailing him right in the chest. Fukushima gasped for breath, the blow unexpected.

"I'll kill you!" Krystal snarled, teeth bared as she prepared for another attack. As she brought her arm back to throw a punch, Fukushima pressed a button on a remote he pulled from his pocket. Sparks of electricity flew from the collar around Krystal's neck, and she screamed, her hands instinctively flying to the collar in an attempt to remove it. Like so many times before, her body convulsed as a paralyzing jolt wracked her, every nerve screaming out in excruciating agony. She fell to her hands and knees, gasping as the electricity stopped and her pain faded. A shadow fell over her as Fukushima looked down upon his charge.

"You dare try to kill me, Imposter?!" He kicked her arms out from under her, making her fall on her face. "I would end your perverse existence right now, if I wasn't being paid to train you! Remember, you will do what I tell you to do, and you will do it without question! Now pick yourself up. Training is over for today." He turned his back on her, making his way to the exit. Before leaving, he turned around, a cruel smile on his face. "Same time tomorrow."

Krystal cursed, picking herself up off the floor. She walked to a wooden bench on the side of the room, taking a long drink from her water bottle. As she rested from yet another grueling training session, her hands touched the inhibitor collar around her neck. She would give anything to remove it, but she hadn't found a way to do it yet. Fukushima used it liberally on her, constantly reminding her that he was in charge and she was a freak of nature, a mistake that should never have been created. She wasn't even sure why he agreed to train her if he hated her so much.

One thing she knew though: the faster she mastered her training, the faster that bastard got out of her life.

Exhausted and in agony, Krystal left the training room and made her way back to her private quarters. For the past ten months, she was subjected to a harsh and cruel physical exercise regimen, along with lessons in hand-to-hand combat, weapons training, and stealth tactics. Everyday her bones were broken or she bled out from multiple lacerations, then ordered to heal herself only for it to happen again. Some of her training sessions were overlooked by Dr. Henderson and other people in white lab coats, taking notes of her powers and how fast she learned new fighting skills.

Entering her room, she got ready for a much-needed night's rest. Going into her en-suite bathroom, she took her bloodied and sweat-stained gym clothes off before taking a shower, closing her eyes as she felt the soothing water cascade over her. Once she had finished washing, she dried herself and changed into her sleepwear - a dark gray tank top that exposed her midriff and loose-fitting shorts. Turning off the lights and collapsing onto her bed, Krystal drifted off into a much-needed dreamless sleep.

A/N: Once again, thanks to StormChaser90 for editing and writing in some details for Krystal's portion of the chapter.