Howdy everyone. Still reading? Great! Glad to hear it. Here is the rewrite of chapter 1. I know it's relatively short, but I promise that future chapters will be longer. Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, Disney does. I do own any OCs unless otherwise stated.

Beep, beep.

Monique groaned and rolled over in her bed.

Beep, beep.

"Okay, okay," she muttered. "I'll be up in a minute."

Beep beep.

Throwing herself out of bed, Monique grabbed the offending alarm clock and ripped the battery out.

"Alright, I'm up." She tossed the clock on the floor and slammed her door shut. Ten minutes later, she stumbled down the stairs, then looked in the mirror at the bottom of them. A sigh escaped her lips when she realized that her shirt was inside out and her hair still in a mess.

"Ugh, just forget it." She headed for the kitchen, only to collide with her grandparents' German Shepherd. When she poured the milk for her cereal, half of it ended up on her. After finally making through what normally were her early morning activities, Monique glanced at her clock.

"Only eleven. Great," she groaned. Her work shift didn't start till three, and she wasn't too keen on stumbling around like a clumsy idiot for four hours. Returning to her room, he fixed her shirt and hair, and changed into a different pair of pants that didn't clash horribly with the rest of her outfit. She then journeyed to the basement and walked over to an empty section of the wall. Kneeling down, she located and pushed a switched situated on the baseboard. A small, square section of the wall swung open, revealing a shiny katana and a set of martial arts gear. She slipped the gear on over her current outfit, the took the sword's scabbard and fastened it around her waist. Removing the katana form it's stand, she entered a basic sword fighting stance and began to practice her blocks and parries.

"Looking for a real opponent?"

Monique assumed a defensive stance, then relaxed. "Uh, no. My grandpa found the hole."

A hooded figure clad in similar gear to her stepped out from some shadows. "Not my fault you lost control of your sword. The move was an extremely simple disarming tactic. You should have been able to avoid it easily."

Glancing over at the wall, Monique found the spot where her sword had flown into the wall a week back. It had left an unmistakeable hole, and she had a fun time trying to come up with a reason for it being there, without explaining the real reason why.

"I was tired, okay?"

"You're always tired. That's no excuse."

He got a snort for a reply. "You never think anything is an excuse, monkey head."

Her conversation partner cleared his throat

"Oh, wait, I forget," Monique intoned in a sarcastically apologetic voice, "we're not supposed to say the word "monkey" around each other. Who came up with that stupid notion?"

"'That stupid notion' has been in place for hundreds of years."

"That just means that it has been stupid for hundreds of years."

The hooded figure sighed. "When will you learn to respect tradition?"

"When tradition learns that it doesn't have to follow the same silly rituals used by some overbearing guy from the past."

"If our leader learned that you were disrespecting the great Cecil she would-"

"Totally agree with me." Monique cut in. Or did you not hear her speech on the pointlessness of doing the same worn out things over and over again."

"All due respect, of course, but our leader has a rather warped view of tradition because of some things which happened in the past. Things which I cannot mention without permission."

"You're as hush hush as that father of yours"

The figure bowed. "I appreciate the compliment."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Monique cocked her head to the side. "What are you doing here any way?"

"Our great and powerful leader has told me to inform that something unusual will happen to you today."

"What else is new? I've had a million things go wrong so far. What's one more odd thing? And since when did she become a soothsayer?"

"At the same time you were admitted to the Dragons. Both are rather odd and confusing."

Monique bristled at the very obvious barb. "Listen, it wasn't my decision to enter. It was my parents' choice that I follow in their footsteps. "

"Then they made a poor choice."

"Just get out!" the irate girl yelled at him. Beating a hasty retreat, the figure disappeared up the stairs. Monique drove her sword into the wall.

"Oh the nerve of that guy!" She then became aware that her sword was still in the wall. Monique smacked her forehead after she pulled it out.

"Gramps is going to asking questions tonight," she sighed ruefully. The sound of the phone forced her up the stairs to answer it.

"Hello. Jefferson residence, Monique speaking. How may I help you?"

"Hey Monique!" the voice of her best friend Kim Possible came through the phone.

"Oh hey Kim. Watcha calling for?"

"Just wanted to let you I just got a hit on my site. I should be back in time for work though. But if I'm a bit late..."

"Gotcha covered girl." Monique replied cheerfully.

"Thanks a bunch."

"As you would say, no big."

"See ya this afternoon."

"All right." Monique set down the phone. "Man, I wish I was more like her."

-KP-

The next three hours were full of mistakes and accidents for the dark skinned girl, including putting milk in her lemonade, throwing dirty clothes in the bath tub, and tumbling down the stairs. When she finally left for work, she got caught in every kind of traffic back up imaginable and arrived a five minutes late at Club Banana. Unsurprisingly, Kim wasn't there. Monique wasn't bothered. As a rule of thumb, Kim showed up five minutes after Monique did, no matter what time the latter arrived.

But when Kim still hadn't shown up an hour later, Monique really began to worry. Not only was she concerned for her friend's safety, She was also obligated to call and let the manager know if any employees were over an hour late. Since lot's of people wanted to work at Club Banana, it would be easy for the manager to simply fire Kim and hire somebody else. She was just reaching for the phone when the redhead stumbled in looking tired. Monique examined girl's facial expression more closely. Her friend had a sad look on her face. It was so subtle, however, that most people would just pass it off as exhaustion. She laid her hand gently on Kim's shoulder.

"Tell me everything," she said quietly. Kim stared at her hands, as if there was something wrong with them.

"These hands." she said, almost wearily, "are stained with blood. Blood that cries for vengeance."

"Woah there girl!" Monique exclaimed. "Don't go all Lady Macbeth on me." She forced the girl's comment to the back of her and started racking her brain for ways to cheer Kim up. "I know, you need a distraction. Take a look through the store. You can have anything you like. It'll be on me."

Kim looked up, a smile crossing her face, "Anything?" she asked teasingly.

Monique glared at her. "You know what I mean." she replied.

"And you mean?"

"Keep it reasonable, well as reasonable as you can get in this store."

Kim giggled and dove into the aisles of clothes.

"I wonder what that was?" Monique thought to herself. "First she's all moody and then she's as happy as a kid on the last day of school." Kim scampered back to the counter holding an article of clothing in her hand. Monique glanced at what she had found. It was a black leather jacket with a rose and stem stitched on the back. There was a tag that said "Clearance" on it. The price was twenty dollars. Monique whistled. "Now that is a deal." she said eyeing Kim as she rang the item up. "Anything else I can get you?"

"Well," Kim began hesitantly, "yes there is, but I have a confession to make first.

"Oh?" Monique raised her eyebrow.

"You see, I'm not Kim."

Well, you just met the main character of our story, 'Not Kim.' Well okay, that's not her name. You'll find out in the next chapter though. ;) If you want, lleave a review. They are greatly appreciated.