A/N: There are some major changes and additions in this chapter. By the way, some credit needs to be given to a plotline I modeled part of Andrea's past off of. I based it on a plotline from the Pretty Little Liars books (Wanted) by Sara Shepard. I don't own them, they belong to their owners. If it was in the books, it isn't mine, so I'm not doing it for money, just fun and practice and I thought the idea would fit nicely into the part of her past that forms some of her personality. So that's just a little disclaimer.

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 10: Why?

Denver, Colorado, December 27, 4:15 P.M.

Thomas and Andrea stood in the lobby of the hotel. Five minutes ago, they had gotten a call from Krista saying she was okay and was on her way back. She had sounded really strange, like she didn't really want to talk to them.

Did she know?

Thomas turned and faced his wife, pointing an accusatory finger in her direction. "This is all your sister's fault! If she hadn't of pressured you into doing this, we wouldn't be in this mess!"

"Her fault? You're just as much at fault here, Thomas! You went right along with this!" Andrea shot back.

Thomas made a point of turning on his heel and going to the elevator.

"Where are you going?" Andrea called after him.

"To call our lawyer," Thomas replied shortly. Andrea followed him up. She had a pretty good idea of what lawyer he was calling, but she didn't feel like dealing with Hank Perkins right now.

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Near Denver, Colorado, December 27, 4:05 P.M.

Krista stared at the results of the blood test in her hands. It was true? These were her real parents, sitting right in front of her?

She felt a lump in her throat as she voiced the question she'd heard asked many times that day. "Why did you give me up?"

"Krista, we didn't give you up," Kim said. "We wanted to keep you so much. The day after you were born, we were told you had died during the night. Now it's obvious someone had kidnapped you."

"But who? Who would do something like that?" Krista asked. Kim and Ron looked at each other. Before they left, they had gotten a call from Wade with the information they had requested. And it didn't look good.

"We think it was your other parents, Thomas and Andrea," Ron said. Krista was taken aback. It couldn't be them. They had treated her like their own child. They couldn't be kidnappers.

"No. No, it has to be a mistake. They adopted me. They were nice to me!"

"Krista, just because they were nice to you doesn't mean they didn't take you from us," Kim said. "There's something you don't know about your father. He runs a black market corporation underneath his CEO business."

"W-what?" Krista stuttered.

"The black market steals and trades things illegally… including children," Ron said. Something snapped inside Krista, and her eyes watered with tears. They had never really cared for her. She was just business, not their child. Suddenly, she felt like she didn't know them anymore. Were those countless birthday gifts and parties really for her? Or were they just a pity gift, something to keep the ruse going? Her life felt like such a joke now, and she was the main act. Why would they do this to her? Why? Tears slipped down her cheeks, and Kim and Ron tentatively hugged their daughter.

Their daughter. It felt so good to say that, especially since they thought they'd never be able to say it again. All these years, they hadn't even thought about trying for another child because the trauma of what happened with their first was just too much to handle. They couldn't bear going through that again.

When the Global Justice van pulled up to the Denver hotel, Krista had made a decision. She had to confront her 'parents.' She had to know why they had done what they did.

The lying ended here.

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Denver, Colorado, December 27, 4:30 P.M.

Thomas and Andrea were sitting at the desk in the hotel room when they heard the door open. They stood up and were thrilled to see Krista.

But they weren't so thrilled to see the two people standing behind her.

Andrea mustered up an innocent mother's face and rushed to hug Krista. "Krista, sweetie! I'm so glad you're safe!"Krista did not return the hug.

Thomas tried to look innocent himself. "Thank you two so much for rescuing our daughter."

Ron couldn't contain himself. Thomas could've sworn he saw his eyes glow blue for a moment.

"Your daughter?" Ron spat bitterly. "I believe you mean our daughter."

Andrea released Krista from the hug and stood up to face Kim and Ron. "No, he means our daughter."

"I know what happened, Mrs. Moore," Krista said. Andrea was taken aback. This was the first time Krista hadn't called her 'Mom.'

"Krista, what did they tell you? Whatever they said, they're lying," Thomas said. "You're our daughter, and we're your parents. Come over here." Krista didn't move an inch.

"Krista Ruthie Moore, I said get over here now!" Thomas yelled. Krista flinched. She'd never heard him yell like that. It was kind of scary. But she still didn't move.

Thomas was seething. This was not about to fall apart. Not now, after all these years.

"Krista, listen to your father," Andrea said.

"He's not my father," Krista spat. "He's a horrible criminal. And I never want to see him again." Thomas was dumbfounded. No one, especially an eleven-year-old girl, called him a horrible criminal. Without thinking, Thomas lashed out and slapped Krista across the face so forcefully she fell on the ground. Krista cried out and touched her stinging cheek. He just hit her. There was an audible silence in the room. You could cut the tension with a knife.

That was a bad move.

Ron's eyes glowed even brighter as he took a step toward Thomas. Thomas tried to punch him, but Ron caught his arm in mid-swing. He glared at the man – no, coward – in front of him.

"Don't you DARE touch our daughter again." The coldness of Ron's words sent fear shooting through Thomas. But he refused to show it.

Kim knelt down next to Krista. "Krista, are you okay?"

A tear slipped down Kirsta's cheek. "He hit me. He's never hit me before."

"And he'll never get the chance to do it again," Kim said.

Thomas tried to swing at Ron with his other free hand, but Ron caught that one as well. Ron twisted his arms behind his back.

"Only a coward hits a little girl," Ron hissed. He shoved Thomas forward, and Thomas stumbled, but kept standing. He looked over at Krista, and saw she was crying.

"Why did you do it?" Krista whispered. "Why did you take me away from them?"

"For the last time, you're our daughter!" Thomas tried to salvage his plan.

"Give it up!" Kim yelled back. "We took a blood test! She's our daughter."

"You wanna know why we did it?" Andrea yelled. "It's because you ruined my sister's life!" She pointed accusingly at Kim.

Kim was confused. "I ruined your sister's life?"

"She was going to be the most famous, extreme, celebrity in the world, and you took that away from her so fast it was freaky. You ruined her life, so we ruined yours." The wheels began turning in Kim's head. Extreme. Freaky.

Andrea's sister was Adrenna Lynn.

Flashback

Andrea was led to an alcove by a cop. She sat down in the plastic chair, and picked up the phone from holder. The plastic phone felt grimy in her hands. In fact, this whole place seemed grimy. She looked closer at the solid window of bullet-proof glass in front of her. It was obvious it hadn't been cleaned in a while.

Another figure appeared on the other side of the glass, picking up their own phone from their holder.

"Andrea?" Adrenna Lynn questioned. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see how you were," Andrea replied. "God, Lynn, I don't know how this happened!"

Adrenna Lynn grimaced at her sister's calling her by her middle name. She hated it when people did that. "I'll tell you how it happened. That freaky teen hero, Kim Possible, busted me, that's how it happened!"

"Kim Possible?" Andrea asked. The name sounded familiar. She vaguely remembered reading about her in the paper once.

"Yeah. Totally ratted me out as a fake just as I was in the middle of an extreme, freaky stunt. Ruined my career," Adrenna Lynn replied, sitting back in the chair.

"Your stunts weren't fake," Andrea said, confused. When they were little, Andrea always used to copy Adrenna Lynn, imitating her as she practiced her gymnastics and explored acrobatics (much to their parents' dismay). Adrenna Lynn would get so upset sometimes at Andrea's constant badgering and imitations, that she would constantly complain to their parents. Andrea always defended herself with her one excuse: Andrea was born with a condition that didn't allow her to play sports or run around outside like a normal kid would do. It somehow aggravated her, making her hyperventilate, almost like an extreme form of asthma. Her muscles were usually weak: when she imitated the handstands, she could barely hold it for half a second before falling down. Dancing was the only thing she was allowed to do, and even then, it was only a ballet class to help strengthen her muscles. When she was ten, she tried to imitate a stunt where Adrenna Lynn hung upside down from the monkey bars and somehow lowered herself into a handstand. Because of her condition and weak muscles, Andrea fell off the monkey bars, breaking her arms and nearly breaking her neck. After that (and a stern lecture from the doctor and her parents), Andrea took more interest in watching her sister and cheering her on as she performed her stunts. In a way, she lived vicariously through her, pretending it was her who was doing the stunts.

There was a time, however, when Andrea took that too far. She would pretend to actually be her sister, stealing her room, talking to her friends, reading her diary. It got so bad, her parents took her to a therapist for years. She got better, but sometimes she still pretended she wasn't Andrea, but Adrenna Lynn.

Adrenna Lynn broke her sister out of her thoughts. "Most of them weren't. But some of them… well, you can't really expect me to jump off the top of a building blindfolded wearing nothing but a bungee rope can you? Some of them I had to fake."

Andrea gritted her teeth. With her sister in jail, she couldn't revisit the joy she felt as a child while pretending to do the stunts. There would be no way for her to somehow live the childhood she never got to have through her sister. She wouldn't get to deny who she was anymore.

Suddenly, a rage built up inside of Andrea. She would avenge her sister.

"I swear to you, Lynn, I will get revenge on Kim Possible for you, no matter how long it takes."

End Flashback

Andrea was broken out of her thoughts by Kim.

"Adrenna Lynn was a criminal, and you know it," Kim said.

"She was talented and you ruined her career!" Andrea shot back.

"Please. She faked all those stunts!" Andrea screamed and lunged forward. Nobody trash-talked her sister. Kim pulled Krista out of the way, and Andrea landed on the ground in front of the door.

And in front of a Global Justice Agent.

"Thomas Benjamin Moore, Andrea Loraine Moore, you two are under arrest for kidnapping, being in possession of stolen goods, and being affiliated with the black market. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you in court. You have the right to an attorney…" The agent continued as Thomas and Andrea were led out of the room in handcuffs.

Ron's aura dimmed until it was gone altogether. He went and joined Kim and Krista outside in the hallway.

"So, Krista. Are you ready to meet your real family?" Ron asked his daughter. Krista nodded. She was nervous, but something told her everything was going to be okay after all. She followed her parents – her real parents – out to the parking lot.

She had a family to meet.

A/N: Please review! Thanks!

-LP99