A/N: I'll put a note at the beginning of each chapter if there is some changed and/or added detail in the chapter so those of you who have read this before can look for it. This chapter does have some added details, so I hope you enjoy it!

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. I am not doing this for money, only for fun and practice.

Claimer: Krista Ruthie Moore is my OC. If you want to use her, please ask.

Chapter 2: All Grown Up Now

Cheyenne, Wyoming, December 11

"Happy Birthday!"

Krista blew out the eleven candles on her pink and purple birthday cake. Her parents clapped and gave her a hug.

"What did you wish for?" her mother asked. Krista gave her a sly smile.

"If I tell you, my wish won't come true!" she scolded her mother playfully. A flash went off and the buzz of a picture developing caught Krista's attention. Her father smiled at the picture and handed it to his daughter.

"You look so beautiful!" he exclaimed. Krista smiled and looked at the picture. Her emerald green eyes shone bright, and her glossy blonde hair seemed to glow in the background. Everything was perfect.

But why did she feel like she didn't belong here?

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Middleton, Colorado, December 11

Kim Possible awoke to the smell of pancakes coming from the kitchen. She smiled and stretched. She put on a robe and some slippers and headed down the stairs. Her husband turned around as she stepped into the kitchen.

"Morning, KP," Ron Stoppable greeted her. Kim smiled. After all these years, he still called her by her nickname from high school. Eleven years ago, they had graduated from Middleton High School together, after saving the world from the Lorwordian Aliens. Now they were both twenty-eight, were married, and were still doing what they loved: helping people and saving the world. After being friends since Pre-K, they had finally realized they loved each other during Junior year as they were saving the world from an army of robots. They had gone back to the Prom as boyfriend and girlfriend, and had been in love ever since.

"Morning, Ron," Kim greeted him back. "Sleep well last night?"

"Yep, how bout you?"

"Same."

They were quiet for a few moments. Ron placed the stack of pancakes on the table and they sat down across from each other. Ron noticed Kim wasn't eating much, which wasn't like her. She usually loved his pancakes.

"Something wrong, Kim?" he asked his wife.

"Ron, do you remember what day it is?" she asked. Ron nodded and smiled sadly.

"December 11." There were a few long beats of silence.

"I can't believe it's been eleven years," Kim said quietly.

"Me either. I don't go a day without thinking about it," Ron said. Kim looked up at him with sad eyes.

"Do you miss her?" she asked him. Ron stared deep into her emerald green eyes.

"Of course I do. It would be hard not to," he replied. Kim was quiet for a very long time before she spoke again.

"I miss our baby girl, too."

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Cheyenne, Wyoming, December 11

Krista opened the door to her bedroom. Her walls were painted white, but her absolute favorite color was pink. The bedspread on her queen-size bed was a dark pink color, the butterfly stick-ups on the wall were the same shade of pink, and even her laptop was a light pink color. Krista went and sat on the edge of her bed, surveying her large room. Above her bed were pictures of her and her friends and family neatly pinned to a bulletin board. There was one in particular that stood out above the rest, the one that she looked at almost every day.

In the center of the board a little off to the left edge, was a picture of her and her parents when she was a newborn. She was carefully smushed in the middle of the two, her mom on the right and her dad on the left. Her mother smiled happily, her deep brown eyes gleaming with joy. Her father smiled just the same, his own blue eyes filled with pride for their new baby girl.

Krista smiled at the picture. It was one of her favorite family photos. Her mother liked to tell her that on the day she was born, the nurses said she was the most beautiful baby they had ever seen. Her father said he took the whole week off of work just to be with her and her mother, which was hard for him. Her father was the CEO of a major corporation, and he said that that week, they were just about to launch a new business overseas. Every time they told her that, it made her feel special and loved.

What was strange, though, was that there were no pictures of her mother when she was pregnant with her. Her mother always claimed it was because she hated being photographed – especially when she looked fat – but that seemed a little far-fetched to Krista. In every picture her mother was in, she didn't look nervous or uncomfortable – the way someone who really hated being photographed would probably look. She always looked poised, graceful, and confident.

There was a knock on her door, and her parents entered her room with a small rectangular box wrapped in shiny pink paper and neatly tied with a purple ribbon.

"I thought we already did presents," Krista said. Her father smiled and handed her the box without saying anything. Krista tore off the ribbon and the paper and opened the box. She took out the three pieces of paper and held them in her hands.

"Three tickets to CEO's breakfast in Denver, Colorado?" she read.

"That's right. I am receiving an award in a few weeks, and they said I could bring my family. Of course, I wouldn't pass up a chance to show off my beautiful daughter," her father replied. Krista tried to smile, and pretend that she loved the present.

"Wow. Thanks," she said, trying but failing to hide the disappointment in her voice. Her mother looked at her father and he nodded.

"Of course, while we're there…" Her mother handed her another piece of paper. Krista squealed when she read the text.

"A ticket to the photography museum! Oh thank you thank you thank you!" Krista absolutely loved photography, and the museum in Colorado was supposed to be the best in the world.

"The breakfast is going to be held in a conference room in the museum, so we figured you would want to entertain yourself while you're there," her father explained. Krista beamed.

"Thank you so much!" She gave her parents the tightest hug ever.

"I have to go call Chelsea!" Krista exclaimed. Her parents left her room, happy that their daughter was having the best birthday they could give her.

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Outside Middleton, Colorado, December 11

Somewhere on the outskirts of Middleton, Colorado, lay a small, simple, one-story house. But, as everyone knows, looks can be deceiving. Beneath the wrap-around porch, the state-of-the-art kitchen, and the brand-new furniture, was a large, dark room, down underground. Inside, were two people that haven't been seen for a long time.

"Remind me again why we're going back to villainy?" Shego asked her boss, Dr. Drakken.

"You know very well why, Shego. Even though we helped 'save the world', those people never treated us the way we should have been treated. They always were afraid that we would do something bad, took away privileges that should have been ours! Well, now we will give them something to fear," Drakken explained. Shego couldn't argue with Drakken there. Ever since they got their pardon, the people that hired them had been wary of their actions. Sometimes they wouldn't even let Drakken use some of their equipment that he was entitled to use because they were afraid he would blow up the world or something. And, truth be told, she kind of missed the villainy life. Being good was just so… boring. Being evil was much more interesting.

That is, if her boss had a good plan in mind.

"So what have you got in mind?" Shego asked.

"I haven't quite figured that out yet. But I do know it will involve stealing!" Drakken said excitedly. Shego rolled her eyes. Well, duh. Stealing was an integral part of the job. You can't take over the world unless you steal something in the process.

"Well, when you figure it out, let me know," Shego said. She left her boss to his planning and went up to her room. In truth, he wasn't just her boss. Three years ago, he had finally gotten the guts to propose to her, and they had been married six months later. Granted, being married to Drakken could be a headache at times, but it was all worth it in the end. Their three year anniversary was coming up in a few weeks, and she hoped he had something big planned. Even though she was a villain, she still liked some romantic stuff every now and then, though she would never admit it.

And for his sake, it better be good.

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Cheyenne, Wyoming, December 12

"Okay ladies! I want to see the combo we've been working on. Illusion, double piqué turn, then finish with a double stag, across the floor!" Krista was at her dance class after school the next day. She got in line behind some of her classmates, and her friends lined up behind her.

"So you get to go to the photography museum? That's awesome!" Chelsea Williams, one of Krista's best friends, exclaimed.

"I know! I'm so excited! Maybe I'll get to meet one of the photographers! Dad said that there was supposed to be some sort of luncheon for a new art exhibit that day, too," Krista said.

"You are so lucky!" Chelsea replied.

"Okay, Krista, you're up!" Miss Gina, Krista's dance teacher, said. Krista took her prep and performed a chainé turn on relevé, or on her tip-toes. From there, she did a chainé turn in plié, legs bent in a straddle. Straight out of her turn, she jumped, one leg at a ninety-degree level perpendicular with her body. Quickly, gracefully, and fluidly, she switched her balance and turned, her leg moving from ninety-degrees to a sort of split, her hands sweeping the ground to help her keep her balance. She righted herself, took another prep, and performed the double piqué turn, her left leg rising from the ground as she turned to touch her knee and make a triangle shape. Quickly out of her turn, she chasséd twice, a galloping motion. Two steps later, she jumped into the air, her front and back legs swinging gracefully into an attitude, bent and pointed, her arms in a 'V' up in the air. When she landed, everyone ohh-ed and ahh-ed. Krista was considered to be the best in the class. Her mother began teaching her when she was very young. Her mother had been a dancer for fifteen years, from when she was three up until she was eighteen. Krista had gotten a head-start on her training, but didn't really like to brag about it. She smiled modestly.

"Very good, Krista! That was gorgeous!" Miss Gina praised her.

"Thanks," Krista replied. She got back in line with her friends.

"I will never be able to figure out how you do that," Chelsea said in wonder.

"I don't know. I just lose myself in the movements and it just sorta happens," Krista said, trying not to sound braggy. Chelsea shook her head at her friend's modesty.

"Hey, wanna grab something to eat after dance?" she asked.

"Sure!" Krista said.

"Bueno Nacho?" Chelsea offered.

"Duh!" Bueno Nacho was one of Krista's favorite restaurants. Her parents hated her eating there, but hey, she deserved a treat every now and then, right?

"Okay, girls, go ahead and cool down, and we'll be done for the day," Miss Gina called. Krista and Chelsea took a seat on the floor and began to stretch. They began to talk about the photography museum again.

After practice, the girls headed to Bueno Nacho, considering it a perfect end to a perfect day.

A/N: Remember to review! Thanks!

-LP99