I do not own any Disney characters named herein, and am only borrowing them to tell a nonprofit tale meant for entertainment purposes only.

Kim Possible: Impossible Journey

By LJ58

5

Ron dropped off the roof even as the figure in an obvious stealth-cloak moved to crawl under the canvas in the Possible garage.

Just after midnight, and as if on cue, the shape registering on Ron's IFR visor had come out of the night, and headed right for the decoy Dr. Possible and the twins had set up just for this purpose. He waited, then watched the figure come out from under the canvas, and look around.

He could guess that if he had seen a face, the man would have been very confused just then.

After all, the decoy was a real metal shell, just possessing none of the electronics, or components that would have given the shell purpose. It was actually the backup to the experimental probe that Dr. Possible had designed, and yet to complete beyond the outer housing.

Still, it had worked as a lure all the same.

Ron moved to intercept the figure, and slammed him back into the garage with a hard kick before the man realized he was there.

He didn't need a digital cloak to mask his presence. Years of practice since that first misadventure with Monkey Fist had honed his ninja skills as nothing else.

He moved to put a boot on the still virtually invisible figure, and growled, "Shut it down. I see you anyway."

The cloaked agent shimmered, and a burly man in blue appeared before Ron, his face unfamiliar, but his uniform more than recognizable.

"I'm in a really bad mood tonight. So, you have one chance of getting out of this without seeing ICU, or the morgue," Ron said so grimly the agent shuddered. "Talk."

"What can I tell you," the man blurted without hesitation.

"You know what to say. Who sent you, and why," he demanded.

The man's lips thinned as they almost vanished into a pale slash across his jaw he bit them so hard.

"Your choice. But I guarantee you, G-Jerk. When I hurt people these days," he growled ominously, "They stay hurt."

"All right," the man's hands went up when Ron started to reach for something on his belt.

"Talk," Ron hissed.

"Commander Du suspected you had….ulterior motives in confiscating this vehicle. We were to ensure it wouldn't be operable anytime soon until we could….."

"Ulterior motives," Ron spat. "We're trying to rescue KP! Kim Possible," he went on. "Don't you get the part where we are the good guys?"

The man said nothing.

"Well?"

"I…. I only do what I'm told," the man whined as Ron moved his foot, but only to reach for the man.

"Now, you just sound like a Hench," he spat irritably, and lifted him in his hands to slam him against the wall, scattering tools left behind by the Possibles. "Let's keep talking," he suggested, and his eyes glittered with a faint blue as he smiled.

Only it was a smile that had the agent whimpering all the more.

KP

"Tell me again we're going the right way," Shego panted, running for her life from the very big lizard currently chasing the pair of them as they left the edge of the lake behind, along with the raft that had barely gotten them across that lake that proved to be more obstacle course than water park.

First, they had barely managed to find the right trees to fell. Then they had to end up spending what felt like days weaving vines to tie said trees together. Meanwhile, Kim wove a few baskets to carry some of that fruit with them, water not being an issue since the lake seemed as clear and clean as the creek. Besides, Kim had also found a few gourds she fashioned into canteens

Not that they had any choice but to risk drinking what water they found. It was that, or nothing.

Finally, shoving off with a makeshift sail, and a couple of crude paddles, they started out only to run into the mother of all sea monsters, and only a few plasma balls ruined its appetite for human sushi. That was followed by a sudden storm that came out of nowhere, and almost swamped them more than once when joined by very large, very toothy wannabe trout. Yet another sea snake popped up soon after, and finally, after what seemed days to get to shore, they had barely unloaded their provisions when big, green, and scaly had stomped out of the trees, and eyed them for lunch.

This one was so big her plasma only pissed it off.

Cue the chase scene.

"What now," Shego rasped, grateful she was in such good shape just then.

"We split up, try to confuse it. Look to your right. We'll meet by that really big tree sticking up out of the forest after we lose this thing. Ready?"

"Hell, no," Shego admitted, and bolted to the right.

Kim turned left, and the lizard followed her, crashing through the increasingly thick underbrush as the redhead now turned to seek the thickest trees and brush to give her an edge.

Shego couldn't help but look back as she hoped her one real change of getting out of this one alive wasn't about to be a museum reject's lunch. She even considered going after her, but even as she loped another few feet, pausing to catch her breath, she realized that Kim had drawn the lizard away from her, and she could finally rest.

She looked around, took her bearings, and headed for the near-distant tree.

"Princess better not get eaten," she grumbled as she caught her breath, and began walking now that nothing was chasing her. "Or we're both going to be in trouble."

KP

"Snap," Shego swallowed hard when she finally walked into a wide, artificial glen around the huge tree that would have made a Sequoia look like a twig.

Sitting around the massive tree that had openings in it like caves carved out for dwellings, were dozens of near-human creatures that could easily pass for movie cavemen. Real, burly, muscular, bigger-than-life cavemen. Still, they weren't the twelve foot giants Kimmie had mentioned, so maybe they would be friendly.

"Uh, I come in peace," she said quietly, holding up her hands when they all looked her way.

The females she saw quickly withdrew to the tree while the men formed a solid mass of armed muscle aimed her way.

A mass of muscle armed with clubs, stone knives, and some very vicious-looking hooked spears of some kind.

Swallowing hard, she kept her hands up, and stayed in place, not moving forward, or back.

"Friend. You understand friend? I'm really just trying to get home. You know? Home. Up there," she pointed.

All eyes followed her gesture, but all they saw was that giant, glowing diamond in the sky.

One of the cave-types frowned at her, and said something that did not sound even remotely friendly.

Right before he raised his spear.

Shego yelped, dodging the airborne projectile, and smashing a suddenly glowing hand down to bisect the spear before it could impale her.

The men howled, and charged at her.

Shego cursed, and lit both hands as she tensed, knowing she was going to have make a stand this time, or Princess might never find her.

If the idiot redhead was still alive.

KP

Kim glanced around the forest beneath her, and carefully jumped to another branch before stopping again, and looking around again.

"So far, so good," she murmured quietly.

Very, very quietly.

She had seen two more of the lizards like the first she had escaped earlier, but getting back to the tree she had pointed out to Shego had been proving tricky. It was almost as if the reptiles were local guard dogs, and seemed determined to keep anyone from getting too close to that part of the forest.

Funny, that atypical behavior wasn't in the book either.

She hoped Shego was all right, but realized the green-skinned woman was a survivor. While she might be uneasy just now, she had little doubt that Shego could, and would come through when it mattered. Self-interest was just too central to her being, and survival was about as core as you get when it came to their current sitch.

She paused to eat fruit from a nearby branch on the next tree she jumped to, not risking the ground just then.

For all she knew, there was some way the lizards were sensing anyone on the ground. Stranger things could happen, she knew all too well. Because it did seem that they popped up every time she tried to return to the ground to backtrack Shego.

She nibbled on the oversized plum-like fruit she had found, and hoped her unlikely companion was doing all right.

Finishing her impromptu meal, she turned, and gauged her next target.

To keep going in the direction she needed, she'd have to drop to the ground again. When she did, she suspected she was going to end up drawing company again, too. Especially if her guess was right. The curious thing was why the reptile had targeted her, and not Shego. Why had the animal seemed to fixate on her, while all but ignoring Shego until she had angered it with her plasma? When they split, it was even odds on who it might follow.

Yet she had been watching, and that first reptile had followed after her without hesitation.

Why?

She ran a hand through her hair, more dirty, than not, and grimaced.

Surely not something as simple as hair color?

Then she eyed her wrist.

"Of course," she murmured, and held up her Kimmunicator.

She had been running a steady signal beacon, hoping that Wade might somehow pick up a stray signal, and put things together. Maybe the device was acting like a homing beacon in more than expected ways, and drawing the animals around her to it? Like a dog whistle for giant reptiles?

She shut down the Kimmunicator, not even using her battle-suit just then anyway, and then switched off all its systems, not even leaving the watch display on. After all, time was hardly an issue down here just now.

Okay. So if her theory was right, then maybe she could slip past the reptilian guard dogs now. At least, she hoped so.

Dropping to the ground, she glanced around, hearing, and seeing nothing that might betray the charge of a forty ton eating machine.

Taking her bearings again, she headed for the big, monster-sized tree she had seen earlier, and wondered why something so obvious wasn't mentioned in the book. Then again, it seemed that Verne's adventurers had left a lot out.

One had to wonder why.

KP

"Are you kidding me," Ron sputtered.

"No. That's all I know, I swear," the sweating agent said as he backed away from Ron after the monkey master had let him go to just scowl at him.

"How come Dr. Director didn't mention this before now," he demanded.

"Du….kept it even from her. He was afraid she wouldn't see the necessity of….the sacri….fice…"

Ron was getting angrier now, and turned, and eyed the man.

"Let's go."

"Go," the man literally whimpered.

"That's right. You're going to see Dr. Director now. You're going to tell her exactly what you told me. Then you're going lead us right to Will Du, and whoever else he's working with."

"I can't…."

"Or I will break you into very tiny pieces, and go find Du myself," he added, his usually brown eyes glittering with bright blue just then.

"Any… Anything you say, Mr. Stoppable," the man grimaced.

"I thought you would say that," he smirked, and dragged the man after him.

KP

Will Du opened the door the moment someone knocked, using the knock he had contrived for his own mission, and stared at his man who looked less than happy. Or successful.

In fact, he looked not unlike someone had put him through a literal wringer, and then shoved him back through for a second turn.

He started to question the agent even as a shadow moved behind the man, and Ron Stoppable all but flung the agent down into the room, and eyed Will with a cold glitter in his eyes.

"We need to talk, Du," Ronald told her curtly, but didn't close the still open door.

"Oh, yes," another spoke as he grimaced at the one-eyed woman standing behind Ron, and slowly closing the door. "We definitely need to talk."

"Dr. Director….."

"Tell me something, Du. Is it true you've been pointedly targeting Team Possible for an outside agency? Is it true that you are now playing assassin," she demanded curtly.

"I….. I had no choice," he told her. "We had no choice."

"You'd better explain that one, Du, before I decide to leave you to Stoppable."

Will grimaced, but stiffened his back, and squared his shoulders in a way that always annoyed Kim. When his jaw rose just that degree, Ron was ready to just backhand him.

"It started last year," he finally told her.

"What did," Ron demanded.

"First of all, you have to understand that I really am trying to save the world here," Will told them. "From Kim Possible."

"Say what," Ron sputtered.

"Let me explain, Dr. Director. Last year, while going over some of the wreckage we were sifting from the Lorwardian debris, a piece of it activated."

"I didn't think Lorwardian tech would work without….."

"Wade can make it run," Ron told the head of GJ. "I'm betting there are likely a few other bright brainiacs out there that could figure it out, too."

"Maybe," Will Du told them. "But the signal wasn't from Earth. It was from space. I triple-checked….."

"Of course you did," Ron muttered.

"Ronald," Dr. Director cut him off. "Go on, Du."

"The signal came from them. The aliens. They were furious over Possible beating two of their apparent best, and informed me that if Team Possible weren't executed, they would send an even greater fleet to destroy the entire planet," Will told them.

"Are you insane," Ron hissed.

"Calm yourself," Dr. Director cut him off. "Agent Du, why would they even care about a handful of heroes if they could obliterate our planet anyway?"

"Uh, well," the agent grimaced, "I asked just that very thing. Honestly. They said they would disregard our world if those that shamed their warriors were….eliminated. I felt, in the interest of interplanetary peace…."

"Can I hit him now," Ron grumbled furiously.

"Patience, Ronald," Betty advised. "Tell me, Will. Do these….aliens still communicate with you?"

"Occasionally. They heard of Possible being….lost….."

"Because you….!"

"Ronald," Dr. Director stepped between them. "Recall your own efforts. Focus there. Du, how do you contact them?"

"They….call me. I can't contact them myself. They only seem to call when they want to confirm something."

"Like Kim being….lost? Or Ron's new team hunting Kimberly?"

"Well, yes," Will nodded at her queries.

"Even I know that's pretty damn good intelligence for aliens supposedly billions of light years away. Unless they have a spy telling them every damn thing we do," Ron swore.

"Indeed," Dr. Director nodded. "Where is you communications device, Du?"

"It's….in the next room," he pointed out. "But it doesn't work unless they…."

"Can you get him to help," Dr. Director asked pointedly as she eyed Ron.

"Wade, got a sitch, buddy," Ron called the brains behind Team Possible without hesitation, which surprised the head of GJ who had last heard Wade had gone dark. "Turns out Will Du has been listening to….someone. We need to know who, and where," he said, and plugged his communicator into the device Will led them to in the next room that was filled with monitors and computer gear.

"I'm telling you, it won't do you any good….."

"Got it," a much more somber Wade told Ron as he worked for only seconds before he looked up on the screen. "I traced a satellite hack through NASA to a small island off New Zealand. Looks like a small outpost there, but I think they are all human, though. No aliens detected anywhere."

"What," Will rasped.

"You got played," Ron spat. "I'm calling the boys. We'll find out who they are, and….."

"No. Get back to your team, and launch that tunneler before anyone else can stop you," Dr. Director told him. "GJ will find, and clean out these….invaders. Trust me, Ronald. We are still on the same team."

"And him," Ron asked as he eyed Will.

"Agent Du is about to be fully debriefed by my own elite team. Before we consider his….future."

Will swallowed hard as Ron put his communicator away, and looked more than uneasy.

"I did what I thought best….."

"I would just shut up now, if I were you," Ronald said coldly as he eyed the stiffly scowling man. "Okay, I'm trusting you, Dr. Director. Just yell if you do need help before we….leave."

"Go. Just in case these people have their own contingency plans," Dr. Director pointed out.

"Right. Right. Just make sure this rule-spouting idiot doesn't get anywhere near us anytime soon. Or he might get….lost," Ron spat before he stormed from the small office building that Will had been using as his own secret lair.

"Let's go, Du," Dr. Director growled. "You, too, Hanson," she barked at the agent as they returned to the next room. "You two are going to be doing a lot of explaining before this night is over."

"I was just doing…."

"Not an excuse," Elizabeth Director snapped, and cut the man off.

"Orders, ma'am," another man in GJ uniform appeared as she headed for her own transport, noting Ron had already disappeared.

"Clean out that office, and once you have all the available data, destroy everything. Everything, Agent Grit," she told her agent.

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded, and led his men inside as Will and his partner followed Dr. Director to her jet.

To Be Continued…..