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Kim Possible: Impossible Journey

By LJ58

1

Ron Stoppable was almost enjoying himself as he faced off against almost a full dozen Henches even as Kim battled Shego on the far side of the volcanic cavern where Dr. Drakken had set up his latest lair.

Yet to learn his lesson even after that alien fiasco, or anything else for that matter, Drakken had once more tried building a doomsday weapon to threaten the world into submission. Cue Team Possible, and this time Ron came out swinging alongside Kim as the stunned Henches found their numbers fast whittled down between the monkey-master and the cringing lunatic on the other side of their living barricade.

He didn't even look toward Kim during the fight, knowing she could handle Shego, and even had a few new moves the redhead was itching to try on her longtime nemesis.

Still, even he was put back when Drakken, cringing behind four men, suddenly jumped up, and shouted, "Yes! Yes, do it! Finish her!"

Ron spun around, and saw Kim on the very edge of a precipice that went down into one of the open pits left all over the cavern by Drakken's haphazard drilling. Kim was trying to hold her balance on the edge of that one pit even as Shego moved toward her, and lifted a glowing fist.

"No," Ron shouted, and moved to stop her even as the men around him saw their own chance for a victory, and once again swarmed the distracted hero.

One moment his eyes were locked on Kim's glaring at Shego as her body started to fall, and the next Kim was gone as Shego was looking down with a victorious smirk.

"If I go, you go," was Kim's only cry as Ron heard the familiar blast of her pneumatic-powered grapple even as the prongs found, and folded around Shego's waist like a belt, jerking her forward as Kim's weight now obviously dragged at her.

"No," Drakken cried even as Shego cursed, and planted her feet, fighting the drag that threatened to pull her down after the redhead.

"Get out of the way," Ron roared, and swept three men from his path even as he rushed toward Shego as the comet-powered felong's feet slid right to the edge of the crumbling pit before she, too, went over.

Ron flung himself forward trying to grab at her, but she was already just out of reach as he landed looking down into the pit, and saw only two bodies falling into the stygian depths even as he stared.

Shego's howl of indignation masked anything Kim might have been saying as they tumbled out of sight, and then they were gone.

Staring down, he felt a cold chill as he realized the walls of the pits were virtually smooth as glass, with no way for someone to find, or grab a handhold that might support them. He wagered even Drakken didn't know how deep the pit might be either, since he had once again been tunneling blindly into the earth, setting off unnatural seismic activity that tipped off Wade to his current location.

Slowly rising to his feet, he turned to look at the men just standing there now with a grim expression. The Henches, to the last man, were backing away as Ron's hands began to glow ominously.

"Now…..Uh…..Let's be reasonable, uh, Stoppable," Drakken babbled, having finally learned his name after one too many close calls. "Accidents happen? Right? It was an accident," he assured him. "I mean….."

Drakken would have continued babbling had Ron not suddenly leapt over the Henches, grabbed his face, and smashed it right into the side of the living rock near a computer console. The man went down without a sound, and stayed down.

Then, eyes blazing with mystic energy, he glared at the men around him and hissed, "Give….up."

Every man still conscious threw his hands up, and didn't make a move.

"Wade," he barked into his communicator, "We have a sitch. Get GJ Rescue up here now. Kim fell into a hole, and it was deep. Drakken deep."

"She fell…?"

Ron nodded at the image of the young genius that appeared on his Ron-Com, and told him, "Shego pushed her. Oh, yeah, she fell in, too, afterward. I need help. Get someone up here now. Tell them not to worry," he said, glaring at the unconscious Drakken whose blue visage was currently hidden by a flow of blood from his flattened nostrils. "I took out the trash."

"Helps on the way, Ron. Can you hold your communicator over the hole? I'm not getting a reading off Kim's Kimmunicator, or her tracking beacon, so there must be some kind of magnetic interference coming from that pit. Maybe if you hold yours over it…."

"Holding it," he said, walking over to hold out the device.

There was a long silence as the machine blinked and chirped, but Wade said nothing.

"Wade? C'mon, talk to me, buddy," he shouted at the young man as he leaned over as far as he dared to keep the device aimed down.

"That's enough, Ron. I've got what I need," came his somber reply.

Ron inched back from the edge, and asked, "What is it? Could you spot them? Is Kim okay?"

"Ron, I….. I couldn't get anything. The interference from whatever is down there is too strong. But…. I did get a rough measurement from sonar pings. He used a laser bore to drill it, didn't he?"

"Uh, yeah. I think so," he said, seeing one of the Henches nodding.

"Ron, that hole is at least a thousand kilometers deep. It probably reaches the upper mantle, and…. Ron a fall like that….."

"But she had her battle suit. Her force field could have saved her. C'mon, Wade, she does this stuff all the time."

"Ron, it's a long shot. Honestly, I'm not even sure we could get someone down there to find out."

"What? Wade, this is KP," he protested.

"Ron, I'll keep working on it, but….. Things look bad. That's all I'm saying. They look bad," the young man said, and then closed the channel.

Ron turned to eye the Henches again, and not one of them didn't shudder when he did.

KP

Ron sat on the back step of his house, staring at the grass, and feeling as if someone had torn his world apart.

"Son," his father came outside just then. "There's someone here to see you."

"Who," he murmured, not feeling much like seeing anyone. Not since even Dr. Director gave up the hunt for Kim.

It didn't help that all those other pits Drakken had cored out had undermined the area, and attempting to dig laterally with any kind of tunneler had apparently collapsed the entire tunnel system, and most of the pits. They barely got their rescuers out before the entire mountain had dramatically settled almost a full two feet. With the projections indicating Drakken did indeed pierce the outer mantle, no one thought either of the women could have survived even if they had only reached half those depths.

Kim Possible was listed as KIA. Shego with her.

Drakken got another life sentence, and was put right back in his old cell.

Ron just felt…..empty.

"It's that Dr. Director lady. She'd like to speak to you," his father finally admitted.

"Why," he muttered again, not feeling like seeing anyone. Especially after that farcical funeral those media people had turned into a circus, and then actually tried to trash Kim's reputation for their ratings.

They were lucky Kim's brothers only shut down their gear with a mini-EMP. He would have done a lot more. A lot more.

"Because," a familiar voice drawled as he turned to see the head of Global Justice standing right behind him in the open door. "Things are heating back up fast without Kimberly, and you are on the front lines, Ronald. We still need your help. The world needs your help."

Ron just stared at her.

"I know you are still grieving. We all are. But if I know anything, it is that Kim would have wanted us to keep fighting. To never give up."

"Save the speech," Ron said quietly, slowly pushing to his feet. "Just tell me who, and where."

The woman started to speak, but he suddenly glared.

He paused, eyeing her for a moment, then asked in a very soft voice, "It's not Drakken again?"

"Oh, no. He seems to have been shattered by Shego's loss as much as we were by Kimberly's," he was told. "For now. We are keeping an eye on him, though. Just in case. What we do have is a lot of old enemies exploiting her apparent death, and a lot of new ones trying to fill in, too."

"Apparent death," Mr. Stoppable frowned.

"With all due respect, Ronald," Dr. Director told him. "I'll believe Kim's dead when I see her body. Even now, knowing that remarkable young woman, I will not give up hope. Not yet."

Ron eyed the senior agent, and gave a weak smile.

"She could always surprise you sometimes," Ron said quietly.

"Yes, she can," Dr. Director nodded. "So, Ronald. Can we count on you?"

"I'm in. Who, and where," he said again, this time sounding a little more like himself.

"Dementor. He is reportedly trying to find the last Hive of the Bebes to attempt reprogramming them for his own use."

"Man, that's the last thing we need," he groaned. "Do I have a ride?"

"You do now," she said, and held out a small, leather case. "Agent Stoppable."

Ron eyed the badge for a second, slid it into his pocket, and said, "I'll just go change. Give me a second," he said, and found himself missing Rufus all the more without Kim at his side. Even mutated, mystical mole rats didn't live forever, though.

Team Possible was down to one, and he was feeling more than empty.

Only just now, he also felt like a little payback.

Someone, he swore, was going down.

He knew Dr. Director was only trying to cheer him up. Give him something to latch onto, but he had gotten Wade to finally give him a crash course on geology, and it wasn't a pretty picture. Far from it. It made him fear his best friend since forever had faced a very ugly death in the end.

Well, at least she didn't go alone.

And if Drakken ever showed his blue nose anywhere in his vicinity again…..

Well, Ron Stoppable could make sure no one ever found him again either.

KP

"Ron," Jim murmured, looking up from something he and his brother were working on without much spirit just then as their sister's former boyfriend knocked at their door. "What's up?"

Tim didn't even say a word. He just kept staring at something on the blueprints in front of them.

"I've been…..working again. Then I got an idea," the monkey-master told the boys as he walked into their bedroom.

"Yeah," Tim muttered. "Us, too. We're building a robot drill that will find Kim. Only nothing will stop this one," he said, though without much spirit.

It had been over a month now.

A month without any word on the redhead who had vanished into a hole drilled into the very heart of the planet. Good as she was, even the twins knew the odds against their daring sister in that scenario. But they weren't going to leave her out there. Not buried with her. They would find her, and bring her home. One way, or another.

"Good luck," Ron said quietly, and meant it. "Meanwhile, I have another project I'd like you to help me on if you don't mind."

"Yeah?"

"Wade said you helped amp some of Kim's gear in the past," the sandy-haired boy remarked.

"Yeah, so," Jim muttered.

"I want you to tweak mine. Wade won't do it. He's afraid I'll…..lose control. But I'm going back after the people that think Kim….leaving means they can do anything they want. I'm going to show them they can't. So, can I count on you?"

Two faces looked up at him only then, then slowly, genuinely feral smirks slid over their faces, and Tim said, "Let us show you what we've already got," he told him.

Ron smiled back.

"Lead the way."

"One stipulation," Tim grinned slyly.

"Yeah, what's that," Ron asked the two teens who had fast been garnering a reputation of their own of late with their increasingly dangerous experiments.

"We want in, too," Jim told him.

"We're keeping Kim's legacy alive. No one puts down a Possible, and gets away with it," Tim said grimly.

"No one," the boys said as one.

"Okay. I've got no problem with that. Frankly, GJ hasn't been that much of a help anyway."

The boys shared another look, but said nothing.

"Let's go to our real lab," they smiled, "And you can see what we've already thrown together," Jim grinned.

"Lead the way," Ron nodded without hesitation as they headed for their closet.

To Be Continued…..