…CRASH…

...BOOM…

…CRUNCH…

The world around her seemed to be nothing but a massive blur, a whirling vortex of insanity. The safety straps dug into Gracie's torso as the parachute was deployed. As suddenly as it had begun, the spinning stopped and the world turned right-side up. The wind and chilling rain whipped across the fourteen year old. Even in the flight suit, Gracie could feel rain battering her body as she descended towards the ground.

Momma! Where was Momma? They both ejected out of the aircraft but…oh God, what was happening? The ground was getting closer and…where was Momma? The ejection seat had reached the tree tops and would soon be on the ground. Gracie HAD to keep her head if she wanted to stand any chance of finding Momma. Closer…closer…brace for impact! The seat hit the ground with a loud crunch. If Gracie hadn't thought to brace herself, she'd likely have bit her tongue. The parachute kept flaring up in the wind and threatened to drag Gracie off until she thought to mash down the release. And…there went the chute.

Okay…okay, you can do this. You've reached the ground…now what? First…I have to get out of this rain.

She had no idea how long this storm would last so if she didn't want to catch pneumonia, she needed to find cover. The flight suite was insulated but that wouldn't hold up in a storm like this. Through the rain, Gracie could make out the tree line about fifteen yards ahead of her. The trees looked to be thick enough to stem the rain so that would be the best place to set up camp. Now she needed the emergency pack. Nearly every GJ fighter had the ejection seats set up the same way. That meant that her survival equipment would be stored in a compartment under the padded seat. She climbed off and could feel bruises where the harness had dug into her flesh. She'd be sore tomorrow; that's for sure. Thankfully the emergency pack was right where she anticipated that it would be. She hefted the bundle onto her back and took off running towards the woods.

The massive and interlacing branches acted as an awning and Gracie heaved a massive sigh of relief as the rain abated. Okay, first she needed to set up shelter. Somewhere in the pack was…AHA, the GJ standard issue survival tent. Compressed to the size of a small cable box, with the push of a button the little bundle would expand into an insulated four-person tent. Gracie took a look around and this was probably as good a clearing as any. Press the button, toss it out…and a split second later a cozy tent emerged from and was secured to the ground. No more motivation needed, Gracie climbed inside, hauling the pack in behind her.

The flight suit should still be adequate to keep her warm but the space heater would be the next order of business. With the heat blowing, Gracie began setting up the entire pack. Everything in the pack was designed to help a GJ agent survive in virtually any environment. The standard pack had enough rations to last her about two weeks if she was careful, probably longer if she could make a go of foraging. A dozen rounds for the flare gun, a sidearm for self-defense, first aid kit, radio, and binoculars; that checked out. She'd get the water purifier set up once the rain stopped. A laser axe for splitting wood, a fire starting kit, and last but not least, a Global Justice Geo-Sync system and homing beacons.

Okay Possible; this is your only chance if you want to find Momma.

In simple terms, a Geo-Sync system was a GPS. Every Global Justice craft was equipped with one and each one could pick up on the other, almost like their own network. Though it had a limited range of about 30 miles, one Geo-Sync could pick up on all the others within that range. Momma had to be somewhere within that range. The homing beacons would be useful if she would be stuck here long term.

Gracie was satisfied with how the campsite had been set up…but she HAD to find Momma. Now that she had a base of operations set up, she needed to assess her situation and form a plan. First…where was Momma? The Tomcat went down somewhere in the bay; she remembered that much. The storm…if she remembered correctly the storm had been coming from almost directly North. At least that meant that there was no chance that Momma was in the bay. That meant…that meant…ARRRGGGHHH, why didn't she pay more attention in geometry class? Well she couldn't be that far away. But…oh man, she could've landed anywhere within twenty or thirty miles.

So what if it is? Gracie Anne Possible, this is your Momma! If Mom were here, she wouldn't rest until she found Momma…and neither will you!

But this wasn't going to be easy. This was thirty miles that she'd have to search on foot. That was where the homing beacons came in. Under normal circumstances, the homing beacons were to be used to locate sources of food or fresh water and always provide you a route back to your campsite. Gracie flipped on the sync system and studied the lay of the land. She had ten beacons and if she was studying the screen correctly, using the homing beacons, she could set up a grid, ensuring that she didn't cover the same region twice. She'd leave one beacon in the tent so that she could find her way back but the other nine should be enough.

Okay; she had a plan! It sounded like the rain was letting up and her flight suit felt dry. She sheathed the radio and sidearm on her belt and slung the binoculars case over her shoulder. She climbed out of the tent, flipped on a beacon, tossed it in the tent, and zipped it up. The last thing she needed was a bunch of critters invading her campsite.

Upon returning to the impact site, the ejection chair seemed to have held up well. That boded well. Somewhere inside was a distress beacon transmitting back to any and all Global Justice facilities on the continent. The only problem was…good grief, it didn't look like it was transmitting. Now she HAD to find Momma. She was probably the only one within a thousand miles who could repair it.

The fourteen year old pilot turned survivalist drew her binoculars and began scanning the area. The Tomcat had definitely been headed towards the bay when they ejected and….there! She could spot debris floating about thirty yards out. Had this been Middleton, she'd swim out and see what she could recover…but the water was probably cold enough that the debris was fine where it was. Now…where to start?

KPKPKPKPKPKPKPKP

What the devil was going on? It was after seven and Shego and Gracie weren't back yet. No calls, no messages…what was wrong? Shego knew better than to do this. Well…they'd just have to start dinner without her. Kim stormed over to the fridge and began rooting through the contents for something to feed the twins. If they made stops along the way, that would be one thing but even when Gracie wasn't with her, her wife always came straight home after her flying time. You could set your…wait…what if… No; if something had happened Betty Director herself would've been at the door right away.

"Are Gracie and Shego running late?" Kim was obviously a little peeved and Abby wasn't too sure she wanted to get involved in this. Her employers and dear friends could be quite explosive when their tempers were ignited.

"I don't know what's going on," The redhead groaned, hefting a frozen container of spaghetti out of the freezer. She cracked the lid, tossed it in the microwave, and started it up. "You can set your watch by Eme's schedule. Every Sunday after church she goes to the airfield to get her flying time, is done at three and is always home by four. If she's running late or something came up she ALWAYS calls."

As if out of spite, the kitchen phone began ringing. ABOUT TIME! Kim marched over and snatched the phone off the receiver. "Shego Possible, where the heck are…"

"Kim," Assistant Deputy Director Will Du tried to get a word in. "Kim…its Will; something has happened."

No…oh please God no! Her wife…her baby girl…

"Kim, we need you to get here ASAP. I'll be able to explain more when you get here."

This couldn't be good. Abby had seen that look on Kim's face only a handful of times and each time someone dear to her had been in mortal danger. Was it…did something happen to…NO! They were fine. Shego and Gracie were fine. Until she was proven wrong…and she WOULDN'T be…she had to be the level head. She had to be the voice of reason.

"Kim? Kim did something happen to Shego and Gracie?"

"I…I…"

The poor woman couldn't even get a word out. "Kim, listen to me. Go; go wherever you need to go. If something is wrong…Kim, the girls don't need to know about it. I will take care of things here. You need to help your wife and daughter."

The woman was on autopilot. The seasoned world saver marched out of the kitchen and towards the garage as if she were an automaton, face blank, completely devoid of emotion of any kind. Abby heard the Traverse flair to life and head down the driveway. She grabbed the Cross around her neck. The Jaws of Life wouldn't be able to break that grip. "O God, our heavenly Father, whose glory fills the whole creation, and whose presence we find wherever we go: Preserve those who travel; surround them with your loving care; protect them from every danger; and bring them in safety to their journey's end. In the Lord's name I pray, Amen."

KPKPKPKPKPKPKP

"WHERE ARE MY WIFE AND DAUGHTER?"

Kim Possible burst into the Middleton branch of Global Justice as if they were holding her loved ones prisoner in that very building. Like the Red Sea parting before Moses's feet, the various workers jumped out of the path of the coming storm. The woman before them looked as if she'd crawled to Hell on her belly and made the return trip the same way. Her eyes were streaked with tears…and yet there was a fire in them that would make even the most seasoned spy break.

Well…"We choose to do these things, not because they are easy but because they are hard".

William Du, recently promoted Assistant Deputy Director of Global Justice, felt as if he were shrinking underneath that thunderous gaze. He hadn't disclosed anything over the phone but it looked as if Kim already knew or at least suspected the worst. Please…just let this not turn out to be bad news. If Shego and Gracie were…Good God, there would be no force on Earth that would stop her.

"Uh…over here Kim."

The redhead made a bee line for her old friend. No words were spoken. Kim's eyes screamed for Will to take her to wherever she could find answers.

"Kim, I need to stress that information is still coming in."

"Don't BULLSHIT me Will," Kim barked as they entered the command center. "What has happened to my wife and daughter?"

Oh this was not going to be easy. "At 1230 hours, Shego and Gracie took off in one of our refurbished F14 Tomcats, set for a free flight into Canada and over Hudson Bay. They briefly stopped off at CFB Borden for a meal and continued on. They made it to Hudson bay but a storm crept up over the bay and we lost track of them. Canadian Air Command thinks the plane may have been struck by lightning."

Oh dear God! Shego…her baby girl…

"There is good news though. Before we lost their signal, we DID receive the ejection seat signal. Kim…KIM…" Will grabbed the redhead by the shoulders. They had a chance and he needed to keep Kim focused. "Kim, there's an excellent chance that Kim and Gracie made it out of the fighter before it crashed.

Did…what did…she needed Wade! Wade would be able to find them anywhere in the world. She whipped out her Kimmunicator and keyed up a call.

"Hey Kim what's…Kim, what's wrong?" Had Kim been crying?

"Wade, there's been an accident. Please…key up Shego and Gracie's homing beacons."

The seasoned tech whiz didn't ask any further questions. He'd only seen that look on his longtime friend's face a handful of times but each time was a call to action, no questions, no arguing, just action.

While Kim was first pregnant, after being abducted by the crazed Bonnie Rockwaller, Kim had been stripped of her clothing and had it not been for the tracer in her necklace, she would've been almost untraceable. Ever since that day, Wade had been working on a biometric homing beacon to be embedded in the human body. According to his theory, the beacon would feed off of the electrical impulses of the human body and emit a signal that Wade would be able to locate anywhere on the planet to within a square mile. As long as the heart was beating, even only slightly, Wade could find any member of the Possible family anywhere in the world. Shortly after Gracie's eighth birthday, he'd had a breakthrough and was able to produce a finished prototype.

Wade's tracking system, even without the Possible beacons, was one of the best in the world. A topographical map of North America materialized on Wade's central screen and began scanning for the beacons. Good news right away, the signals were picked up so that meant they were alive. They were in Canada. They were in Ontario. Wait…what? Something wasn't right here. He was able to pinpoint their location as somewhere in Northern Ontario along the Hudson coast but he couldn't get any closer. There was some kind of interference that he wasn't seeing. Could be the ejection seat, could be a malfunction of the beacon transmitter, could be any number of things. But Shego and Gracie were alive and Wade could give a general location.

"Well Kim, good news and bad news. They're both alive," Wade heard the redhead heave a massive sigh of relief, looking like she was about to start crying again, this time out of relief. "I've got them somewhere in Northern Ontario along the coast. Now either there's a malfunction with the beacons' transmitters or there's some kind of interference but I can't get a more specific location."

They were ALIVE! Thank God in Heaven, her wife and daughter were alive. And she was going to find them. She was going to go to Ontario and bring her loved ones back so she could hug the both of them and never let them go. "Wade, I don't know how to thank you. I'll touch base with you as soon as I get to Ontario." The screen winked out and Kim turned to Will Du. "How soon can you get me transportation heading north?"

KPKPKPKPKPKPKPKP

There she was!

The first ejection seat had been blown WAY off course by the wind and crashed through the trees and into a clearing. Momma looked to still be in the chair, probably knocked unconscious. Gracie would have to be quick about this. The light was failing and she only had about an hour of good light to get Momma out and get her back to the tent. She picked up her pace, leaping over logs and rocks…and was forced to come up short, dead in her tracks.

Directly in front of the young woman, three Gray Wolves loafed out of the trees and into her path, startled slightly by Gracie's sudden stop. Well this was unexpected. What was this strange creature doing here? There weren't any like this for a great distance. Other packs had spoken of them but none very few had ever been seen in these parts.

"Okay you three…uh…I'm not going to hurt you," Were the Gray Wolves the ones who were vicious? "But I've gotta get by you to help my Momma. I think she's hurt."

The young creature seemed to be concerned about the injured older creature behind them. Her scent…this young creature was the older's offspring. She must be here to help the older creature. This young pup didn't smell like a danger to them or their pack. They would leave her to her work.

Unless Gracie was very much mistaken, those wolves just nodded their approval of her. The center wolf gave a small bark and the trio moved on, leaving the way clear. She didn't want any more interruptions and sprinted the last leg. At first glance, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with her. But Gracie had a way of knowing for sure. Gracie's control of her healing powers was progressing rapidly and she'd been able to develop a sort of "sub-power" which she liked to call "delving". Without actually healing anything or exerting herself too hard, she could "delve" into the body in question and determine exactly what their condition was and where a problem was. The safety harness had dug too hard into her torso and Momma had a dislocated shoulder. Other than that, it looked like Momma just had her bells rung. Gracie knew she wouldn't be able to move the older woman on her own. How was she going to do this? She thought back to her Pixie scout days; a litter! She had to build a litter. Let's see…hard wood branches for the frame…and there were plenty of pine branches to use for bedding. Momma let out a small groan, pulling Gracie out of her studies of the local trees she had to work with.

"Don't worry Momma. I'll have you safe and warm in no time."

Author's Notes:

The wilderness can truly demonstrate the mettle of a person. The daughter of Kim and Shego Possible is a survivor. As for Kim, well I know the quote is "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" but I would also add that Hell hath no fury like a woman mourning. No one can prevent her from bringing her family back to her and God help the person who would try.