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Kim Possible: Wonder Girl
By LJ58
2
Kim woke slowly, surprised to find herself floating on a cloud.
Or, that's what it felt like.
She sat up slowly, slightly surprised to find herself naked as the sheet of the softest materal she had ever felt slid down her bare torso.
It wasn't silk, or anything like it, but the material was very soft.
Blushing slightly as she looked around the wide, spacious room, she noted the surprisingly stylish furnishings, and the open windows that didn't even seem to have glass, or panels of any kind. Just wide, open spaces in the wall with sheer drapes blowing in a scented breeze.
The air smelled of exotic flowers, and seemed cleaner, and fresher than anything she had ever smelled in her life.
What she didn't see was her clothes.
She wrapped the long sheet around her, and walked to the nearest window, and gasped.
All around her were dozens of women in robes of some kind, or even abbreviated armor. Some carried spears, or bows. Some even had swords. All of them were….beautiful.
She frowned, trying to remember how she had gotten here.
She remembered the storm. The ocean.
Crashing.
Swimming.
Then….. It was as if her mind had gone blank after that. She couldn't seem to remember a thing.
A surge of panic filled her, and then a singular face filled her gaze as two women walked past the building where she was house with apparent purpose. They didn't look up as they kept going, but that redhead….
"Mom," she frowned, knowing that face, and remembering seeing her on the beach.
What was going on?
KP
"Mother," Diana bowed. "You summoned us?"
"Yes. I understand that Artemis believes she recognizes the Outsider?"
"Yes, my queen," the redhead bowed. "She is the very image of my lost sister."
"I recall when Anastasia left us. You must know, Artemis, that she cannot be that wayward sister. It has simply been too long. Themyscira is the wellspring of Amazonian strength and longevity. If she did go to Man's World, then she has long since lost her divine strength, and immortality, and succumbed to the fate of all mortal flesh."
"But you cannot know that," Artemis protested. "That girl….."
"Maybe be but a coincidence. Or, perhaps, a relation spawned before she passed," the stately, blonde queen declared.
"It does brook investigating, mother. Surely we should learn if….."
"No," Hippolyta cut Diana off. "No good comes of mixing with Man's World. They remain savages, and bent on destruction. You know the code. Our law. No Amazon shall leave the island. No Amazon shall visit, or live in Man's World without betraying their sisterhood."
"Yet if she is Anastasia's…kindred," Artemis asked miserably.
"She shall be tested. If she is worthy, she shall be trained. She will not, however, be leaving this island. Nor shall any of you," she told her daughter.
"And if she fails the testing," Diana asked quietly.
"Then we shall bury her with honors," Hippolyta told her daughter.
"Mother…."
"Say no more. I have spoken," the queen declared flatly, and turned her back to regard a statue of one of the goddesses that were their patrons. "She shall face the testing tomorrow morning if she is rested, and well enough."
"Surely, she should be allowed to rest until…."
"If you guys are talking about me," Kim asked from the wide portico as she stepped around a column. "Shouldn't I be involved? Because I'd really like to know what's going on around here."
They all turned to face the redhead standing there with a bed sheet wrapped around her slender form.
The queen, to the other's astonishment, smiled at her.
"I see you are already up. Tell me, young one. What is your name?"
"Kim. Uh, Kim Possible. Would you happen to have a phone, or something? My folks are going to be ferociously worried, and Ron is probably freaking, knowing him."
"We do not have….phones," Hippolyta told her.
"Uh, radio? Short wave? Carrier pigeon," she asked with dismay as the queen kept shaking her head.
"Perhaps I should explain," she said, waving Diana, and Artemis away. "I am Hippolyta. Queen of my people. Walk with me, Kim."
"Uh, sure. You really don't have any way to contact civilization?"
Hippolyta only smiled, and gestured for her to join us.
"First, let's get you something more….appropriate, shall we," she asked, and let her to a back chamber where she offered her a short, white robe similar to that some of the others wore.
"Uh, couldn't I have my clothes back," she asked, eyeing the thin robe.
"Unfortunately, the salt water effectively ruined them. Unless, of course, you favor nudity. Some of the sisters here do."
"No, thanks," she blushed, and took the robe.
Hippolyta only smiled, and helped her fit the robe around her slender frame. She studied the girl as she helped her dress, and found a pair of sandals that were a very close fit, too.
"Now, shall we talk? Come, I'll show you the island while we speak, so you'll better understand," she said, leading her outside. "But, first, let me ask you one thing?"
"Uh, sure," she murmured, looking around as she realized she was in the middle of a city made of old Grecian design. "Knock yourself out."
"Indeed," the queen smiled. "Tell me, Kim. Have you lived a warrior's life in Man's World? For many of your scars are old. Obviously not from whatever mishap brought you to our island."
"No. I…. I'm kind of a hero," she said with a faint blush. "I like to help people. I always have. And it kind of grew into saving the world on occasion, and sometimes that meant facing down some pretty tough people."
"Indeed. So, then, we could call you a warrior. You have….martial skills?"
"I know nineteen forms of martial arts, so… Yeah, I guess that qualifies."
"Impressive. That actually helps, as you will find soon enough. Let me explain. You see, Kim Possible, you are on Themyscira."
She frowned.
"Why does that sound familiar?"
"Perhaps you have hard the legends of the Amazons?"
"Amazons? You mean….like the warrior women that fought against Greece?"
"The very same. You could say we are their descendents. We fled the rise of the Persians even before Rome grew to power. We could not live under the patriarchal demands of men that wanted more of us than we could, or should give."
"I can see that," she murmured.
"Indeed," she murmured, and gestured to a huge, temple. "Our library. Filled with the wisdom of ages, much of it handed down by Athena herself."
"Athena….the goddess of wisdom," she frowned. "Are you saying….?"
"The gods are quite real, Kim. Athena herself guided us to this island, and then put an enchantment upon it. After that madness with Heracles, it was amended so that no man could ever again find this place; let alone set foot upon our lands."
"You mean…Hercules?"
"One, and the same. We knew him as Heracles. An arrogant man, filled with ego, and little else."
Kim stared.
"I am getting the feeling you are a lot older than you look," she realized.
"So long as we are upon this island, blessed by the gods we worship, we remain young, strong, and all but immortal. That is what we offer."
"Are you asking me….to stay," Kim frowned.
"I'm telling you that you have no choice," she told her quietly.
Kim stopped, and just stared.
"No….choice?"
"Kim," the queen told her. "The divine magics that hide our islands effectively remove it from the world you know. It is true we occupy the same globe, but not the same time, or space. Now, and again, natural forces do open…..holes that let some come, or go from here. If they can manage, or survive the crossing. One never knows when, or where, such passages may appear, though. In that, we are at the whim of the gods."
Kim looked stricken.
"Are you saying…? I can't go home?"
Hippolyta said nothing at first.
Then, slowly turning back to continue their walk, she simply gestured, and said, "What I can do, is offer you haven. A home among the Amazon sisterhood. Either as a guest. Or, as one of us. First, however, you would have to prove yourself. Then, you be trained as one of my warriors."
"There has to be a way home," Kim persisted, walking after her when it seemed the queen was going to leave her behind. "If I've learned anything, it's that there is always a way. Always," she persisted stubbornly.
"If there is, only Athena herself would know it."
"So, how do I get in touch," she fairly demanded.
Hippolyta laughed now.
"I'm sorry. It's just….you remind me so much of myself when I was younger. Insolent, so sure of myself. So certain that I could do anything."
"I can," Kim huffed. "Like mom and dad say, 'anything is possible, for a Possible.'"
"Indeed. A laudable credo. Still, if you wish to address the goddess, then there is only one venue for you. You must first prove yourself worthy. As an Amazon."
"How," Kim demanded.
"First, you pass a test of courage that gives you the right to train with the sisterhood," she was told as they stopped again, and she saw women firing arrows at others. Who bounced them off metal bands on their wrists.
"Whoa! Spankin'," Kim said, looking stunned, and excited both at once.
"Modern slang, I suppose," Hippolyta murmured. "Still, our training is very intense, and may take time. Are you willing….?"
"No big," Kim shrugged. "When, and where?"
Hippolyta sighed.
"Tell me, Kim," she asked quietly. "Have you ever heard of someone named…..Anastasia?"
Kim was staring at the warriors training, and turned to frown at her.
"Anastasia? Yeah, that was my great-grandmother's name. Did you know her?"
Hippolyta spotted Artemis nearby, stalking them, but just out of sight of the redhead.
"It is….remotely possible," she allowed. "Now, you should return to your room, and prepare for tomorrow. I suggest you rest, for the trial will be wearying. And, I do not jest, dangerous."
"Man," she frowned, looking around, "This is not what I expected when I jumped out of that airplane."
"Airplane," Hippolyta asked.
"Uh, big metal bird? Flies through the air?"
"Ah, I have seen those on occasion. Mostly as they crash. As I said, this island is….unforgiving to male trespassers."
She looked around at the women using spears, bows, and swords, and frowned.
"I'll bet," she murmured, almost grateful Ron wasn't with her for once.
KP
"It's been two months," Dr. Director told him as she called the survey ship, which was the team's cover for remaining in the Mid-Atlantic not far from sovereign waters of several competing nations that didn't like the American ship there. "Whatever your feelings, Ronald, I have to call the team back in."
"Another villain," he scowled.
"No more reason to keep the team out there. Let's face it, whatever happened, there is no trace of Kimberly to be found. We have to pull our people out before we risk causing an international incident."
"One more week," Ron pled with her.
"One day. Tomorrow at dawn, you start home. Period," Dr. Director told him. "You hear me, Agent Burnmen?"
"Clear as crystal," the man who was team leader for the GJ group replied from behind Ron. "Sorry, Stoppable. Looks like wherever she went, she's on her own."
Ron glowered.
"We have until tomorrow."
"It's almost dusk now," Crash told him.
"Then let's not waste any more time."
By the time the morning sun rose on the weary men, there was still no sign of the inestimable redhead, and Dr. Director called again to give them a direct order to abandon the search. Ron was furious, but he was not in charge, and even he couldn't commandeer a Global Justice vessel for his own use.
Even Wade, with all his satellites had been unable to find her.
It was as if she had disappeared from the face of the planet.
Ten hours later, he was back in Middleton, back at home, and feeling far worse.
He had not even seen the Possibles, but he knew how they had to feel. He knew how he felt.
Still sulking, he wished he had Rufus to commiserate, but he was off with Hanna at Yamanouchi just then, and had become pretty tight with his adopted sister who was apparently the hope of the world's future, or some mystical legend, or another.
Sometimes, he just lost track of those things. They all got so confusing.
He was sitting alone, his parents out just then, and wishing he could do something. Anything. Just about the time someone knocked on the door. He sighed, willing them to go away. With his luck it was either a salesman, or a Jehovah's Witness.
Or worse, the Possibles.
They knocked again. Hard.
The insistent, determined pound of someone that was not going away.
Sighing, he walked over to the door, and slowly opened it.
"Uh, do I know you," he frowned at the middle-aged woman standing in the door.
"Unlikely, young man. I'm….a family friend. Someone that would like to ask you about Kimberly's disappearance."
"Yeah. Look, lady," he grumbled. "If you're a reporter, I'm telling you now…."
"Not a reporter," she said, grabbing the door, and shoving him back with almost ridiculous ease. "In fact, you could call me…..a close relation."
"I don't think mom or dad have any redheads in the family."
"Not your family, Ronald," the woman told him.
"Sit. Take a deep breath," the woman said, leading him to the couch, and all but making him do as she said. "Now, tell me about your mishap. And how you lost Kimberly."
Ron sighed, and noted the woman didn't sit. She stood over him. As if ensuring he didn't go anywhere.
"First, tell me who you are," he demanded suspiciously. "I still think you sound like a reporter."
She chortled.
"How about federal agent. And, I was not joking," she said, pulling out a badge, "A distant relation to Kimberly. So I'm just as concerned. And curious. Now, the mishap?"
"Stacy Steele? Is that a real name?"
"Is Stoppable?"
"Touche," he grimaced. "Okay. We were coming back in a airplane. The kind with propellers. Not jets. We should have took a jet. We might have outrun the storm, if we had."
"The storm? Describe it?"
"You ever see Mega-Cyclone III: Watery Doom?"
I can't say I have," she remarked dryly.
"Well, if you had, you would know the movies didn't even come close. That storm landed on top of us, and around us like it was put there."
"Go on."
"We were doing okay, then the lightning blasted one engine. Then a whole wing. Then we were going down. We jumped out, Kim first, and me afterward. Only in just that split second, I lost her. It was like she jumped into midair, and vanished. Which is weird, because I saw the other guys chutes open, and their lights…. You know, from their emergency harness? But I never saw her. Then they found her harness at the bottom of the ocean, but….not her."
"You're certain she wasn't….dragged down?"
"I saw the gear," Ron told her. "It was opened. She got out of it, and that meant she had to have gotten away. Only wherever she went….it's like aliens kidnapped her. Again," he muttered. "Say," he suddenly frowned. "Maybe…."
"There could be another explanation," the woman told him.
"What," he demanded. "If you know…..?"
"I can't be sure. Until I do, I can't say anything."
"Look, I know top secret stuff. I deal with spies, and mad scientists all the time. If you know anything…."
"Later. First, I have to check my….own sources. Do not mention this visit. I was not here. I never talked to you."
"You didn't even say anything," he complained as he followed her to the door. Jumping belatedly to his feet as she headed for the exit without looking back.
"If I'm right," she paused at the door, not looking back. "Then Kimberly may be alive."
"I knew it….!"
"But she may be lost to us forever, all the same."
"Wait… What do you mean," he demanded, but she had already shut the door behind her, and gone.
Taking the last few steps at a run, he jerked the door open, and looked around.
No woman.
No car.
No nothing.
She just wasn't there.
"Okay, this is….weird," he frowned in complaint.
To Be Continued….