I do NOT own Kim Possible

I've decided to change the way I want this story to end. As I've said before, in writing a story, the plot often twists on me. Not sure how it will suit people, thought it will probably not be what you're expecting.

The story is winding down. Jenny and Willow are both healing. I will bet for Jenny the time she took part in killing the monster that had been inside Sara would have helped her to see them as not all powerful. As something that could be fought. And, in the last chapter, killing a grown Lorwardian would have helped them both see it as atoning for their crimes, even if they were not responsible for them. They might have nightmares about the monsters and what they did under their control, but would be more willing to move on with their lives than to hold onto the guilt. (Especially since for Jenny her sister was one of the people she might have saved.)

I want Sara to play a role, and will need a chapter or two to develop her more. But there probably aren't more than two chapters left after this one.

Time: The next day.

The Questions,... Kim,... School(Cringe),... Sara,... Shego,...

She thought about what her name might be, but nothing came to her. Growing tired of the effort she let the question fade. Then the back that was resting against hers moved slightly. It was disturbing. That she could feel pressure on her back implied she had a back. But how could nothing have a back. Having a back implied existence. Just like being able to feel pressure implied a mind. That too implied existence. For some reason that frightened her. She didn't want to exist. But it was becoming harder to deny that she did exist. She had a back, and a mind. Not only that, if the something was to believed, then she had a name.

If she existed then who was she. That question frightened her. In her mind it became, what was she. That sent fear coursing through her. But fear also implied existence. She sighed. And sighing implied existence. It could no long be denied. She existed.

What am I, she wondered, and it came to her. "My name is monster." She said, and waited for a reply. After a long time it came.

"No. That's not it." The voice sounded sure of itself.

"If you don't know my name then how do you know it's not monster?" She asked.

"Because I'm here." Came the answer. "And I would refuse to exist in the mind of a monster."

The answer confused her. But confusion implied existence. She was getting a headache. And headaches implied existence. No, she could not longer deny she existed.

"What is your name?" The voice asked again.

"Demon." She replied, not knowing where the answer came from. For some reason it sounded familiar.

"No. That's not it either." The voice said.

"How do you know?" She asked.

"I just will. Just like I will know my name when you know yours."

That was confusing. Why would whatever was asking the question need to know her name before it could know its own. That, she decided, was weird. And that was strange, for how could nothing make a decision. Even one so trivial. If she was making decisions, then she must exist.

"There's no rush." The voice told her. "I can wait as long as necessary."

That was good because she had no idea what her name was. It wasn't monster and it wasn't demon. Thought that last one sounded so familiar, and so frightening. She shivered.

"It's okay." The voice said. "You're not alone. I'm with you."

"Beast." She tried.

"No. That's not it either."

"Murderer."

"No." The voice said. "That's not it." But the reply had been slow in coming.

"Killer." She said.

"Doubt it." Came the answer, even more slowly this time.

"It is." She said. "I killed my baby brother." She wasn't sure how she knew that, but it was true. She tried to retreat into the darkness, into oblivion, once more. But the pressure was still on her back.

"No. The demon did that. Not you." The voice answered.

"What is the demon?" She asked, wondering why the name seemed so familiar.

"A monster. Nothing more, nothing less." The voice answered. "As a monster it loved the pain of others. But that's not you. And it's gone now. Dead. It will never hurt you again. Your friends saw to that."

"Friends?" She asked, confused. She had friends?

"They took the demon from you and killed it. And they made me so you wouldn't be alone." The voice explained.

That confused her even more. But she liked knowing the demon was dead even if she wasn't sure what it had been.

"There's no rush." The voice reassured her.

She settled back to think some more. Perhaps the pressure on her back wasn't so bad after all. It felt kind of reassuring.

Ron watched as Mark fed Kim. It was embarrassing, but his best friend since pre-K had asked him to come. He observed as Mark fed her a spoonful of yogurt and she swallowed. That wasn't the embarrassing part.

"Kiss." Kim said, and Mark leaned down to give her a brief kiss.

Ron sighed. She had been doing that the whole time he'd been there. Eating yogurt and demanding kisses.

He studied her. Her ribs had been cracked in seven places. Global Justice had worked their magic, using stem cells to place a sort of glue in the cracks. They would be better in two day. Her left arm, hit twice by one of the alien's spears, had been broke in two places. That was minor compared to the muscle damage the barbed end of the weapon had done. Not to mention the shredded tendons. Global Justice had worked their magic one again, but the wound would take at least a week to heal. In a normal person, without stem cell therapy, it would have been two to three months.

He turned his attention to her right arm. It was broken in eight places. The angle of the spear as it ripped through her flesh had even split some of the bones in two. The damage done to her muscles and tendons as the barbed weapon had ripped through the entire length of the limb was massive. She had a gash that went from her wrist right up to her shoulder. The doctors had glued the bones together and placed a metal framework around it to keep the pieces in place. Veins and arteries had had to be reconnected. Tendons had also had to be knitted back together and put in their proper position. The muscles had been treated in a similar manner. A normal person, even with advanced medical techniques, would have required a month to recover. Without those advanced techniques they would have never regained the full use of their arm. Of course Kim wasn't normal. For all they knew the wound might have fully healed on its own. Still she wouldn't be doing much with that arm for a while. The doctors had immobilized it and had no plans to let her use it any time soon.

"What did you want me for?" He asked, as Kim demanded another kiss from her boyfriend.

She would have shrugged if she could have. "I won't be fighting for a while." She said. Despite her injuries she felt as though she were letting him and Shego down.

"I know." He said ." Your job right now is to rest and recover." He smiled at her. "Without you we would have been toast out there."

She nodded. "So what happens the next time they send down three or four?"

"No idea." He admitted. "We're not in a good position. You're out of the fight for a while. We only have one fully functional synthobot left until I can repair the others, though two of them can still be useful." He shrugged. "Jenny and Willow have given me a few ideas, but they depend on certain circumstances that we can't be sure of."

"Sorry." She said, looking away.

"For what?" He asked. "You saved our butts." He grinned. "Literally. Without you Shego and I would have had died. Or been forced to run."

She smiled. "Glad I could help. But I think after the Lorwardian sitch is over I will leave the missions to you and Shego."

"There won't be many missions then. At least not the kind we're used to." He shrugged.

"Why not?" Marked asked.

"Something like a synthobot will be a lot more powerful than even an enhanced person." He explained. "There won't be any need for people to go on the missions. They will be able to stay back somewhere safe and just control one of the machines." He looked at Kim. "Reflexes will play a role there even if the bots are mostly automatically. And an intelligent mind to plot tactics would be vital. The perfect job for you. But you wouldn't have to risk this happening again." He pointed at her arm.

"I will think about it." She replied. "Actually it does sound pretty good. At least for a while. Work at the Dojo with Mark, train a few agents, and pilot a fearsome fighting machine. Sounds cool." She smiled. "But man am I sick of getting hurt."

Mark, Ron noticed, looked pleased. It must be tough on him to watch the person he loved get hurt time and time again. But that wouldn't last much longer. Assuming they survived the Lorwardians.

"Don't suppose you want a teacher, like Shego in planning on getting?" He already knew the answer.

"No. I'm okay the way I am." She said. "No more aliens tampering with my body."

He nodded. It was what he'd expected.

"How's work on finding a way to handle that ship going?" She asked.

"Not so good." He admitted. "The ships are practically indestructible. I doubt even the Lorwardians, with all the technology they've got, would find it easy to destroy one of their own vessels."

"That bad?"

He nodded. "I had planned to use the entire energy output of the earth to destroy any approaching ships, but it wouldn't be enough. Not even close. Their hulls are made of a compound that is nearly a hundred percent reflective to all energy. I've spent ages going through the computers of the captured ship. To destroy such a vessel, without giving it a chance to retaliate, would take a black hole. Even assuming that were possible, using a device to generate it near the earth would destroy us as well."

"They're that tough?" Mark asked, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Yeah." Ron answered. "Take their war machines. A fifty megaton device didn't even scratch one of them and their armor is only centimeters thick. The hulls on their ships is meters thick and that doesn't take into account their ability to generate force fields. Even if we were to develop a powerful enough beam to destroy their ships, the barriers could be used as a lens to refract the energy. Only a small portion of it would actually hit the vessel. Not enough to damage it."

He sighed and looked around. "The war machine didn't even bother with a barrier, though it could have. Hell, I'm not even sure a black hole would work, assuming we willing to destroy the earth. The force field would keep it from being generated close enough to the ship."

"Wow." Kim didn't know what else to say.

"So." Mark added. "Basically their ships are indestructible?"

Ron nodded. "In a nutshell? Yeah. Indestructible."

"Then how were the AeAeOiOi and TiRGiTBiT ships destroyed?" Kim asked.

"They weren't warship." He answered. "They used materials that were strong enough for the job and left it at that. Just like their sensors they didn't have war in mind when they built them."

"Oh." Kim sighed.

"Given how hard it is to build those hulls I bet the Lorwardians don't have many ships. But they have had over thirty thousand years to build them so..." He shrugged.

"They would use the same ships for that long?" Mark asked.

"They would use the hulls." He explained. "But they would rip everything out and refurbish them once in a while."

"Oh." Mark replied.

"How about a repeat of what we did before? Let one of them pull us into the ship." Kim asked.

"About the only thing that would work. Wade ran the odds. One chance in over two hundred." Ron shrugged. "What can I say. We got lucky before. And given how we've been taking down the ones that have landed I don't think they will be as careless."

"Hrm." Kim sighed.

"Anyway. Don't worry." He said. "I'm sure there's a way." He left the room before he let out a big sigh. Just how do you destroy something that's indestructible, he wondered.

Willow wiggled in her seat. Even when her legs had been broken she'd had more movement than this. She was now pretty sure going to school was punishment for what she'd tried. It was just too bad she'd got Jenny caught up in it. And she felt something calling her. She just didn't know what it was. It was making her more restless.

"Okay." Shego said, looking at the two. "You both did pretty good." She looked at Jenny. "Your grade seven marks might have been pretty bad but the placement tests you just did say you would be average for grade nine. You messed up your grades on purpose?" She asked.

"Yeah. It made me feel bad and made my parents angry. That made the something happy." The girl replied.

"But you still liked school?"

The girl nodded. "I liked learning and it's fun knowing stuff. I had to mess up my marks, but I studied a lot."

"You'll start at grade nine then. Being smart I think we can get you up to grade ten by the time you attend a real school. You won't be behind at all."

"Cool." Jenny replied. She'd been talking with Willow about school. How they've been gone for nine years and no one would know them. It would be a chance to be normal and even make friends. She was looking forward to that. She just wished she knew what was going to happen to her after she didn't have to stay at the base. Where would she go?

"And as for you Willow." The woman smiled. "So you like breaking into cabins?" She asked.

"I did." Willow admitted. "Was better food than raw flesh and blood."

"Why didn't you make a fire and cook stuff?" Shego asked.

"I hated eating raw flesh and drinking blood, but it helped control the banshee. It was better than torturing another animal. If I found sweets though I suppressed it long enough to eat them."

"Oh." Shego answered, swallowing. "But you stole books as well?"

"Snake insisted I learn stuff." The girl shrugged. "And it is fun, like Jenny said, knowing stuff."

"Probably why your language skills are at a grade twelve level." Shego told her. "In some places your math skills are grade nine, but it won't take much work to get them up to level ten. In other areas though." She shrugged. "It depends on what you want. You can start at grade nine when you attend a real school or, if you work hard, grade ten. Up to you."

"Perfect recall, remember." Willow smiled. "That should help some, so I want to aim for grade ten."

"Excellent." Shego smiled at them. "Though it was just placement tests you still get something for doing so well." She tossed them each a small card. "Useable at any place in the base. There's forty dollars on each of them. We start the real work tomorrow. Class dismissed."

Willow stood and raced from the room. Good thing about it being a military base, she thought, no rules against running in the hallways. She followed the call she was feeling and found herself in Sara's room. She stood thinking for a few seconds. Something had called her here and it seemed to be coming from the comatose girl.

She took a deep breath. There was only one thing that could have sent a summons like that. She approached the girl and placed the finger tips of her two hands on her forehead. She concentrated and the golden light at the center of her being appeared around her.

"The teacher in Sara wants to talk to you." Snake said.

"Do I call her here or do we go to her?"

"Neither. It will have to be through me." She answered. "Sara isn't capable of granting us permission to enter her mind, and Snake can't leave without her being more aware."

"Oh." Willow blushed. "I knew that."

Snake nodded. "Yes you should. I taught it to you long ago."

"What does the teacher want." She paused. "For that matter what's her name?"

"Our hosts influence who we become." Snake explained. "Until Sara is able to do that she has no name. As for what she wants. Find out information on Sara's brother."

"Why?"

"We know none of you actually killed. Not even Sara who permanently maimed hundreds. The Lorwardians wanted misery, not death. Yet Sara believes herself to have killed her brother. Find out what happened to him."

"Okay. I'll ask either Ron or Wade right away." She let the center of her being fade from her view.

She turned to and raced away to find Ron, Sure she could have just used the Kimmunicator to ask Wade, but this was a chance to see Ron. She couldn't do anything, but that didn't mean her feelings had changed. She sighed.

Ron looked up as the girl came barging into the office Dr. Betty Director had allowed him. It didn't seem as though having two cracked ribs was enough to slow her down. He smiled. "And what brings you here?" He asked.

"The teacher in Sara wants information." She replied, taking a seat in front of the desk he was working at.

"What information?" She had his full attention now.

"What happened to her brother?"

"He's okay and attending sixth grade now. Why?"

"It seems Sara thinks she killed him." Willow explained.

"Oh." He sat back to think. "I've seen her file and she did come close to killing him. Pretty much the same as happened with Jenny. The alien possessing her forced her to torture her family and it was too much for her brother. He lost consciousness and even stopped breathing. Luckily that was when she was interrupted. It seems neighbours noticed the curtains being closed and heard screams. She had a reputation too for mutilating animals and bullying people. The police rushed in just seconds after that and revived him. No permanent damage." He smiled at her. "He was out of the hospital in two days."

"Good." The girl said. "I think that will help." She paused. "Any pictures of him?"

"A second." He turned and pulled out the Kimmunicator. As someone who had hunted the girls he had full access to their files. It took him just a few seconds to pull up Sara's file and access the information on her family. "Here." He said, showing the display to Willow. "The most recent picture taken. When you three broke out Global Justice updated the file. This picture was taken then."

She looked at the display. It showed a grinning boy who was around eleven.

"He was just two when it happened. He doesn't remember it, or his sister." Ron explained.

"Oh. Thanks." She turned and fled to tell the news to Sara's teacher.

He watched her flee, grateful she and Jenny were all right. For facing a Lorwardian alone the two of them had done an amazing job. Jenny had had some ribs bruised when the alien had hit her, along with a number of slashes when she'd jumped through a window. Willow had two cracked ribs. He would have called it lucky, but he thought it was more than that. The two were smart, strong, fast, and indomitable. The psychotic alien had picked the wrong two to mess with. It was that simple. And now it seemed some progress had been made with Sara.

He sat back thinking. Now if only he could figure out a way to destroy the indestructible. He blinked and sat up straighter. There had been something in human history. Something similar. Another possible direction history could have taken. He chewed his lower lip until it drew blood. There was no way to destroy the ship. Even the Lorwardians themselves couldn't do it. He had to stop thinking along those lines and find a way around it. And perhaps there was a solution. He started pulling up references on the Kimmunicator, but for once they weren't alien translations. He started reading about World War II.

"He's not dead." The voice spoke after an eternity.

"What?" She had stopped thinking on what her name might be and had been seeking oblivion once more.

"Your brother." The voice explained. "He stopped breathing but the people who interrupted you revived him."

She blinked and that confused her, for that meant she had eyelids. "How do you know?"

"I asked one of your friends to find out." The voice answered. "She showed me a picture. He's adorable."

"But?" She didn't know what to say. She couldn't even remember what had happened. Just that she had killed him.

"It's been nine years since that day. Do you want to see the picture?"

It couldn't be true, but she had to see. "Yes."

"Okay. Close your eyes."

She did so. It was pitch black whether they were open or closed. She felt the voice turn around and touch her head. The darkness was ripped away to show a boy of around eleven. He was adorable, but it couldn't be her brother. Memories came to her. The sheer joy of holding him for the first time. The demon hadn't like that. His eyes as he watched her. The way he'd smiled when she had kissed his forehead. It was him, but he wasn't so small anymore. She stared at the image, her heart beating fast.

"The demon. It's something inside of me." She finally said.

"No. It was inside of you, but your friends took it out and killed it." The voice answered.

"How?"

"The same as with the others. There were four demons possessing four girls. They're all dead now."

"Four?"

"Yes. Would you like to see the other girls."

"Yes." She was curious. The boy disappeared from her mind to be replaced by a girl with dark blue eyes and blonde hair. A few second later it changed again to show a woman with red hair and green eyes. And then a final time showing someone with tanned skin and dark hair. The images faded to be replaced with absolute darkness again.

"Jenny, Kim, Willow." The voice said.

"They were all like me?"

"Yes."

"They hurt people too?"

"The demons in Jenny and Willow did. Kim had the demon removed before hers hurt anyone."

"I hurt a lot of people." She saw her countless victims pass before her eyes. So many.

"No. The demon hurt them. You didn't have the knowledge then of how to fight it. But I can teach you. No demon will be able to possess you ever again."

"Never?" She asked.

"Never."

"What must I do?" Hope bloomed inside of her.

"Let's start with your name."

That question again. She thought on it. "Sara." She said, expecting the voice to deny it.

"Hello Sara." It said. "I'm Hope."

"Hope?"

"That's what you've been searching for isn't it?"

She looked around. It was so dark. "I think so." She answered. "But I couldn't find it."

"I'm here now."

"Hello Hope." Sara said. "Can I see my brother again?"

"Of course."

He crawled tiredly into bed, too weary to even think. Shego joined him.

"Too tired?" She asked.

"Too tired to move." He answered.

"Mmmm." She purred. "Don't worry, you don't need to move much." She sat on top of him.

He blinked. He was tired, but he wasn't dead. His body responded and she grinned down at him.

"Too many alien science manuals?" She asked, leaning down to kiss him.

"No. History texts." He moaned and reached up to her.

"History?" She pausing her movements for a second.

"Don't stop." He begged.

"History?" She asked again.

"Just an idea floating around in my head. If only I could figure out what it is." He ran his hands over her soft flesh and she started moving again.

End of Chapter.

Over the 100k range. Maybe I'm being a bit too wordy. Or, more likely, way too wordy.

Given the previous chapter was nearly all fighting I didn't think any was needed in this one.

The alien ship is practically indestructible, and to risky to capture. So what is one to do? Seems Ron might have an idea.