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Kim Possible: Where No Man Has Gone…..

By LJ58

1

The young redheaded woman tossed restlessly on her narrow cot, chased from sleep by dreams of things she would rather forget.

Some things, however, were difficult for even her to forget. Or let go.

Even as she rolled over, groaning as she caught sight of the clock near her bunk, she heard a shrill whistle, and heard the inevitable burst of static over a nearby intercom speaker.

"Captain to the bridge. Captain to the bridge," a familiar voice barked sharply.

"What now," the redhead groaned, rolling over to half fall, half jump from her bunk, her feet sliding unerringly into the waiting boots even as she reached for a fresh tunic draped over a nearby chair strategically placed there earlier for just such a need.

She pulled the gold tunic over her head, brushed out her regulation length hair, and then leaned over to zip her boots up before she tucked in her tunic with a distinctive, silver glyph on her chest that marked her rank. A rank she had made after just over two years in the ranks in the heat of battle after her captain and his command crew had been killed when the bridge exploded under a combined assault from their enemies. Even she had been surprised when her battlefield commission had been confirmed and made permanent, though.

Scooping up a new communications device from her desk, she slipped the slender device into her belt's convenient pouch on her way out the door. Even as the door slid open, she nodded to a crewman walking past just then as she stepped out into the corridor. The man gaped before snapping a sharp salute with a look of awe etched into his younger features proving he was not only new to the ship, but had likely grown up listening to the old stories about her exploits since joining the ranks.

Speeding her steps, she walked down the long corridor, walked into an open lift, and barked, "Bridge."

The computer didn't react.

Sighing, she reached out, and pressed the button she required to activate the lift.

She was still getting used to the older ship's systems, and still found herself trying to address the shipboard computer when using some of its facilities. At least she wasn't doing that any longer when using the replicators. She had looked like an idiot the first time she stood in front of a manual replicator, demanding the computer respond, and give her coffee.

The Guardian was an older than usual ship, but a tough one, and despite the fact it wasn't one of the streamlined more automated carriers she had first served on, she still liked the rugged vessel. After all, it was hers. Her first real command as a captain of Starfleet. A streamlined juggernaut that had first been built anticipating the days of possible war when man first stepped out into the stars chasing their own destiny.

The lift stopped, and she stepped out onto a small, semi-circular deck crammed with computers and navigational gear. In the middle was a single seat where a tall, dark-skinned giant with feline traits looked over his shoulder when she stepped up behind him.

"Sorry to disturb your rest, Captain Possible," Commander L'rkaa drawled, his distinctive tone matching that voice over the comm earlier. "We're approaching an anomaly that I think you'll want to see."

"What kind of anomaly," he was asked as she glanced toward the science deck where a short, slender brunette of the normal human variety was frantically working.

"We don't know, Captain Possible," Lt. Anna Renton told her as the woman responded even as she kept her eyes on her instruments. "I've never seen this wave form in my life. It's…..almost definitely artificial, though."

"How far away?"

"Four hundred thousand meters. We're closing on it now," the commander told her.

"We're still on course?"

"Yes, captain," L'rkaa nodded, rising from the command chair in case she wished to sit.

"Nothing to account for its origin? No ships out this far? No nearby colonies we have yet to detect," she asked, running through possibilities.

"Nothing. This sector of space is, as you know, empty so far as we know. There is nothing we know of to account for this anomaly," the feline senior officer replied after glancing at Lt. Renton.

"Let me see it," Kim demanded, noting there was nothing unusual on the main viewer just then.

The side screen to her left suddenly her lit up, stars zooming past as they approached a now near-distant shimmering circle of iridescent light.

"Curious. Spectrum analysis?"

"We can obviously see it, Captain Possible. We are also detecting massive gamma spikes. But…. That's all, captain," Anna Renton turned to address her. "If it weren't for the gamma spikes and the visual spectrum, we would have overlooked it completely."

"Is it reactive," Kim asked, only then settling into her chair, deciding she wasn't sleepy after all as the odd image now slid onto the main screen and began to grow as they approached it.

This was a huge part of why she joined the ranks. To get off the too small planet that was a little too tame for her of late. A little too orderly. In the years following the fourth Lorwardian incursion, she had earned the reputation for being as wild but as effective as her legendary great-great grandmother, the very first Kim Possible.

She certainly had the same hunger for adventure. Or she liked to think so based on the stories her family still told of her near infamous ancestor.

"Lorwardian trickery," she now asked L'rkaa, a feline biped from a nearly extinct race they had spared from the Lorwardians when Mankind finally reached for the stars to keep the Big Greens from still thinking them just another prize to be grabbed.

Not that the Lorwardians were the only threat as what became Starfleet had learned in those early days, but fortunately a lot of more advanced races wanted peace just as much as Earth. Which was what helped forge Starfleet in those early days when they began uniting against known threats like Klingons, Romulans, and especially Lorwardians.

"Unlikely. We all know the Greens are very straightforward in their tactics and strategies," the feline told her. "It is unlikely they will ever change in that respect in spite of their own alliances with more deceitful races. They still adhere to their antiquated warrior code in spite of the fact it often works against them more often than not," her second-in-command reminded her.

"Especially since our ancestors got involved," Anna said with a proud grin.

"Focus, Lt. Renton," Kim snapped, learning forward to eye the screen. "Mr. Reko," she addressed the stocky Japanese man at the helm. "Full stop. Arm all defensive systems and raise our shields, just in case."

"Slowing to full stop," the big man said in his low, polite tone. "Arming all phasers, and torpedoes. Shields up. Do we go to yellow alert, Captain Possible?"

She eyed the swirling ball of color hanging in space before her that still seemed to be growing slightly until it was almost six meters in diameter, closer to eight now.

"Do it. Definitely still growing," Kim murmured as she glanced at the scale on a nearby console. "Lieutenant? Any ideas?"

"Other than it's artificial in origin, I cannot being to guess…."

"Captain, I think something is happening," Reko cut Lt. Renton off, even though his voice never raised in the slightest.

"Something's coming out of the center," L'rkaa exclaimed, and pointed. "Shields to maximum!"

"All shields to maximum," Reko shouted confirmation.

"Reko, lock on to whatever is coming out, but do not fire unless I give….. What….is…..that," Kim exclaimed, staring incredulously at the thing bursting out of the apparent wormhole.

~KP~

"Look up, Shego, and remember this moment," the blue-skinned madman cackled as he fired the massive device at the approaching car flying directly toward his latest lair. "For this is the last time Kim Possible will ever interfere with my operations!"

"Right," Shego drawled even as the small, flying car seemed to spin on its axis, easily evading the blazing, yellow bolt that fired from the emitter aimed at the sky.

"No! How could you miss," he turned to growl even as he realized Shego wasn't standing ready to face Kim Possible as the woman's ridiculous flying car swooped down, and rammed into a group of men rushing the green woman rather than the arriving heroine.

The Henches were attacking Shego because said green woman was trying to pull the small, cylindrical power-source from the back of the massive ray Drakken had built just to channel the dubious power of the Pan-Dimensional Vortex Inducer he had once again borrowed from a certain lab.

"Shego! What are you doing," he demanded even as she simply slashed at the locking mechanism, and jerked the device out of the connector-relay. "We're winning!"

"Oh, please, when was the last time you won anything," Shego complained. "Oh, right. When you saved the world!"

"Gah! Shego! I told you not to mention that," he howled as he stared at her carrying the small, dark cylinder away while heading directly toward the small, purple car that now set idling in the ruin of his mountaintop platform that had lifted his ray into position.

"Later, Doc. I gotta big reward to collect for the return of this doohickey," the green-skinned woman grinned back his way.

"You sold me out," he roared, staring as she actually got into the car with Kim Possible. "Me?"

"Hey, I'm looking out for me, Doc. We're not getting any younger, and I intend to retire in one piece, and live very, very comfortably after this," Shego added as she pulled open the passenger door. "See ya!"

Dr. Drakken howled in fury as the car begin to rise even as he stared incredulously at his traitorous partner.

Ex-partner.

Then his dark eyes narrowed, and he smirked coldly.

"Fine. Fine, so you really are betraying our evil family just as that pretentious Dementor warned. Well, never let it be said that I, Dr. Drakken, don't know when to kick someone to the curb," he ranted as he pulled out a small, flat remote he aimed at the departing car.

Inside that vehicle, both women scowled as they heard a distinctive chirp, and a faint hum began to sound.

"Shego….?"

"It was deactivated. I swear," Shego exclaimed, staring at the humming PDVI.

Kim looked down, and saw Drakken aiming something he held at them as she flew off.

"I think he just turned it back on," the redhead pointed out needlessly.

"Damn, and here I thought I had managed to pull one over on him again."

"I guess even he learns….."

"He's a paranoid freak, and….. Uh-oh."

"Uh-oh," Kim asked as the chirp faded, and the hum began to increase as a faint aura of soft light began to grow around the cylindrical device.

"He removed the external shutdown switch. The whole damn thing is sealed. I don't know how to…."

"Shove it in the glovebox, fast," Kim shouted even as the car went vertical, and she hit the rocket-boosters. "And hold on!"

"Princess! What the devil are doing, and how can the glove box…?"

"It's an ejection port," she snapped. "Shove it in there, and close it. Once we're out of the atmosphere, I'll just send it into space, and let it do whatever it wants…..away from the planet!"

"And what about us," Shego hoped.

"You really want to risk banging on it, and hoping Drakken didn't booby-trap it?"

Shego shoved the device into the glovebox even as they broke through the atmosphere, and Shego felt a familiar sickening rush as they left gravity behind, and the car kept going.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Is this thing even safe?"

"I'm rated for up to three hours suborbital flight. I'm hoping that means we can last long enough to get out away from the planet, dump this thing, and get back before my pressurization fails," Kim told her.

Shego moaned.

"You know, Kimmie, I wasn't kidding about wanting to retire in one piece," she grimaced, looking more than uneasy just then as she glanced around them as they left the planet behind.

"I know, Shego," she told her, smiling at the secret lover she had been seeing for months of late. "Don't worry, we'll make it. I think we're beyond the immediate gravitational envelope, so we should be safe to dump that thing now. Just hit the silver button there," she pointed.

Shego all but slapped the button on the far side of the dash.

There was a faint rush of air, and then the device was spotted shooting out from a fender before it went tumbling out into the darkness before them. It remained visible only because of the glowing aura. An aura that was continuing to brighten, and even grow now.

"Okay, it's not stopping," Shego shouted, watching as the glowing dimensional projector went tumbling into space but still blazed all the brighter as Kim turned the car only to find her controls weren't working.

"I can see that," Kim said anxiously as she fought the wheel.

"Princess, I don't know what you think you're doing, but I'd suggest putting this thing in reverse or something. Now," Shego hissed, the thick, cylindrical shape lost in the growing, energetic halo that was starting to shimmer with energies that would likely do no one any good.

"I'm trying," Shego was told as Kim blatantly fought the small car's controls. "Something is interfering with the electronics. Everything is frozen, and whatever is happening, it's pulling us right toward the implosion."

"Implosion," Shego complained uneasily.

"Wade figured it out," Kim grimaced. "The dimensional projector creates a forced implosion on the quantum level, and pierces the multi-dimensional layers of five known dimensions to…."

"In English, Kimmie," Shego howled as she clung to the side of her seat as the car began to vibrate violently as they were pulled closer and closer to a blazing nimbus of energy that was growing larger even as they were toward it.

"It's opening a wormhole in space/time," Kim said from between gritted teeth. "And we're being pulled right into the heart of the matrix."

"Which means what," Shego demanded, her eyes fixed on the growing lightshow before them.

Kim took her eyes off the spectacular sight, barely able to keep her eyes open in the growing brilliance and told her quietly, "I don't know."

Then the shimmering ball of light exploded and reached out to engulf them. For a moment the energetic ball pulsed like a small star as if it might continue to swell, but then it burst like a soundless bubble, leaving nothing but empty space where it had been.

Kim and Shego vanished with it.

~KP~

"Tractor beam," Captain Possible shouted as she saw the small object slowly manifest in a solid shape that seemed strangely familiar. "Lock onto whatever that is," she ordered as the small, metal craft tumbled toward them, obviously out of control.

"Tractor beam locked on, captain," Reko told her. "I have a solid lock. Opening Cargo Bay Three now."

"Pull it in, and get security down there. Commander L'rkaa, you have the Chair. I'm going down there," Kim declared.

"Captain, are you sure you want to risk…?"

"Lt. Renton, you're with me. And call a security team to meet us there. Let's go," Kim snapped as she headed for the lift without waiting for her second to finish complaining about the possible dangers she might be facing.

No pun intended, because L'rkaa had no sense of humor. At all.

The feline sighed, a grumbling complaint rising in his throat as Reko looked back at the closing hatch before he remarked.

"Wrong tact, Commander L'r," he called him with a grin. "If the captain thinks it's dangerous, she is bound to go. Next time tell her it's probably going to be just another a routine lost probe, or something."

"Indeed," the feline officer murmured, and eyed the science station where an intern had moved to take over Lt. Renton's post. "Ensign Charlek, has the anomaly changed?"

"That last flare seemed to have quieted all active gamma activity, commander," the man reported as he scanned everything before him on the console. "In fact, it looks like it's already fading away."

"An artificial wormhole," Reko frowned. "Is that even possible?"

"I have heard of research," the feline murmured, staring at the dwindling illumination that was growing darker by the second. "Still, I had not realized anyone had managed to perfect it."

"Sir," the ensign suddenly spoke up, turning from the science console. "I've identified the…craft we just pulled into the cargo bay."

"Who built it," he demanded.

The young ensign looked confused.

"I think….we did, sir. The configuration is that of an old combustion-powered ground-based automobile common on Earth three centuries ago."

Commander L'rkaa stared doubtfully at him, shook his head and said, "Check again."

~KP~

"Kimmie," Shego croaked, slowly sitting up to look around as the granddaddy of all headaches throbbed behind her temples. "Hey, Princess, you okay?"

The redhead slumped over the wheel slowly sat upright, and put a hand to her own head as she moaned loudly.

"Whoa," she complained. "What hit us?"

"Never mind that," she said. "Where are we?"

Kim frowned, and looked beyond the windshield at huge, steel walls with weird markings.

In English.

All around them set some kind of boxy, wingless crafts with the same markings.

"Are those….some kind of…..transports?"

"You tell me," Shego said, looking around them. "You're the brain. But…I thought we were in space. What is this place?"

Kim looked up and gaped.

"Shego, I think that we're still in space."

Shego turned as Kim glanced fixedly at the rearview mirror, and then pointedly stabbed a thumb behind them.

"Holy…!"

Behind them was a huge, metal panel slowly sliding down to seal the opening behind them. Only beyond that door was a huge field of stars that proved they were still in space.

"This is some kind of ship," Shego frowned.

"Must be," Kim reasoned, and began to tap the Kimmunicator on her wrist.

"What?"

"I'm reading a safe atmosphere outside. But that door isn't even shut. How is that even possible?"

"Do I look like I have any answers," the still paler than usual Shego complained, finally putting a hand to her own head. "Please tell me you have aspirin," she asked, looking for her glove box, and forgetting Kim didn't have one. Not a real one.

Not in this computerized wonder-car that even she didn't realize could fly into space.

"Check my bag. And get me a few, too," she said, and rechecked the Kimmunicator's readings even as a panel opened to their left not far away, and five men carrying small arms of some kind entered the large chamber.

"Oh, look. It's the 'you're not welcome' wagon,'" Shego muttered even as she dragged Kim's backpack into her lap.

"Here," Kim said, and pulled open a compartment to pull out a half-empty bottle of pain relievers.

She spilled out several pills, and they divided them before they both popped the medicine into their mouths without looking for water.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," Shego muttered as the five men moved to surround the car, staring incredulously at them.

Kim slowly opened her car door after depressurizing the interior, and climbed out even as Shego pushed the door open on her side.

"Uh, hello? Listen, we seem to be a little….lost. Can we talk to your…..leader," she trailed off as that smaller door-hatch opened again, and two women now walked into the chamber. One of them looking strangely familiar.

"No…..way," Shego exclaimed, gaping at a very convincing copy of Kim in a black and gold uniform.

"I think I'm seeing things," Kim moaned, one hand going back to her still throbbing head. "At least, I hope so."

"I cannot believe I'm seeing this," the newly arrived doppelganger exclaimed at the same time, even sounding like Kim.

"Oh, man, now I'm hallucinating, too," Shego moaned. "Princess, if we ever wake up, I am so retiring. Swear to God, I'm totally done this time."

"Captain Possible," the woman with the redhead exclaimed, making the pair gape all the more. "That woman is green! Is she Lorwardian?"

"I noticed, but if she is, she's a runt. Maybe she's ill," the redheaded doppelganger murmured, eyeing Shego speculatively.

"We already ran a decon-sweep, captain," one of the five men informed them. "There was no obvious radiation or pathogens present our scanners could detect. There is no explanation for…."

"Hey, I'm all-natural here, morons," Shego growled at them as the women approached, and stood just a few feet from Kim and Shego who felt like they were being bracketed by the men.

"Shego, please," Kim sighed, still staring at the captain who looked eerily like her.

"Shego? And, you are," the shorter brunette asked.

She nodded to the apparent copy of their captain.

"I'm Kim Possible," she nodded. "And, you guys are…who?"

"Captain Kimberly Anne Possible, United Earth Federation," the grinning redhead said with a nod.

"Whoa," Shego muttered, looking between the pair. "You sure we didn't end up stuck in a cable dimension again, Princess?"

The captain smirked slightly. "So, the stories were true. You two were…."

"Were what," Shego demanded when the redhead trailed off.

The captain's lips thinned.

"Actually, we'd better not tell you too much. It might damage the space-time continuum if you go back with too much of the wrong information."

"Go…..back."

"Isn't it obvious," the captain with Kim's name and face told Shego. "You've obviously come forward in time. Somehow."

"The Inducer must have created a spatial vortex that carried us into the future," Kim realized, staring at her twin. "So, you're supposed to be….?"

"I'm your great-great granddaughter," the other Kim told her with a grin.

Kim and Shego both gaped.

"Then, I got married," she asked after glancing at Shego.

"Actually," Anna started to speak. "According to the known mythologies of you and Shego…."

"Lieutenant," the captain snapped. "No talk of past events regarding their personal lives is allowed. Did I not just say we don't want to unduly influence such events?"

"That's saying we can get back," Shego muttered.

"You'll get back," the captain with her name and face assured her. Then ruined her confident demeanor by adding, "As soon as we figure out how."

"Oy," Shego groaned. "So, your annoying optimism is genetic?"

Kim only smirked. "Well, you know what they say? Anything is possible…."

"For a Possible," the captain concluded.

"So, it's still our mantra," Kim smiled back as Shego rolled her eyes, and groaned anew.

"Absolutely," the captain agreed. "Although, it has gotten a little watered down of late, I still believe it. Now, let's get you two to medical to check you out. Just in case. I doubt your car, amazing as the stories claimed it was, managed to shield you from the gamma rays or worse coming through an open wormhole like that."

"Like Kimmie says, no big. Any excess radiation and I likely sucked it up," Shego growled.

"Captain," Lt. Renton murmured just then. "Just who is she?"

"Shego," the captain smiled at her science officer. "I remember the stories about you, too."

"Goody. Do they tell us how to get home?"

"Actually," the uniformed Kim sighed.

She stopped, shook her head, and then nodded at the security team leader.

"Medical first. Then we'll talk. I have to report in, too. The Fleet Admiral will never believe this one," Captain Kim Possible declared with a familiar smirk.

"So….what is this….Federation," Kim asked as the big man in charge waved his weapon to gesture her to proceed ahead of him, still obviously not ready to trust her.

"As I said, we'll talk later," the uniformed captain told them. "Just let Lt. Burton show you to medical. We'll secure your….vehicle, and…"

"Don't," Kim turned to cry out as she spotted one of the men in a red tunic who reached for her car door.

The static shock tore a yelp from him even as he was flung twenty feet across the deck to slam into the wall. He was out cold even as he slid down the wall.

The security leader turned on her, pointing his weapon directly at her again.

"What was that? What did you do?"

"Calm down, lieutenant. I read about this. You actually have a force field around the vehicle, don't you," the captain realized.

"It's our only way home, so far as I know just now. Naturally, I'd protect her."

"Her," the uniformed Kim frowned.

Kim only smiled.

"I consider my car a female. Or her AI. She suits me," she said, and tapped a toggle on her Kimmunicator.

The captain didn't miss the action, and asked, "Can you shut it down for us? We can't leave…her…in the middle of the flight deck."

"Where do you want her?"

"There," the captain asked as she pointed to a corner of the deck well away from the other transports.

"Annie. Park in the left corner, and go into passive mode and standby, please."

The car started and rolled toward the corner of its own volition before shutting down again. The men in red shirts all just gaped.

"I see that story was true, too," the captain remarked. "But how did you manage to create a robotic drive that sophisticated in so…backward an era?"

"Can we save 'old home week' for later and just get to the important stuff. Like getting us home," Shego demanded curtly.

"Right. Right. I guess I'm a bit excited myself, but we do have our duty. Lt. Burton, take them to medical. Lt. Renton, please stay with them and escort them to quarters afterward. Ladies, I'm asking you be patient until I can reach my superiors," Captain Possible asked even as two other security men carried the unconscious man after them.

The security officer watched her with a hard scowl as Kim headed for the hatch where the doors opened a hydraulic hiss when they approached.

"Weird," Shego frowned at the door that closed behind them. "This is like that goofy space show the buffoon always watched."

"Yeah," Kim murmured, and walked down the corridor seeing dozens of people in various uniforms all pause to glance their way, then walk on.

Of course, part of the problem was the captain did walk with them part of the way, but when they parted, the captain going one way, and the security team leading them another, the stares faded slightly. Now, most of them were aimed at Shego, though.

Only she wasn't sure why.

She was seeing things and people that were a lot stranger than Shego just then.

There were vaguely feline bipeds walking around them. Even strangely thin, yet human looking people with skin like black glass. There were even blue people. Which couldn't help but make her think of Drakken.

She even saw one short biped that looked more like a walking ball of fur than anything….normal.

"So, who are all these….people," she dared ask the science officer who had remained with them on the captain's command.

Lt. Renton glanced at Kim, and said, "Well, I don't suppose it hurts to tell you that much. Most of these beings are allies that joined with us when we first began to actively resist the Lorwardian Empire once we reached the stars."

"Lorwardians? You mean they came back," Kim asked the woman.

"They aren't known for giving in easily," Lt. Renton remarked.

"Tell me about it," Kim sighed.

"Right. If you are….her. You were the first human to actually encounter a Lorwardian, and live."

"Actually, that goes for both of us," Shego huffed. "And it was still…close."

"Right," Kim murmured thoughtfully. "So, this Federation was created to stop…..Lorwardian incursions?"

"That was a big part of it at the start. We….."

"Lieutenant, we still don't know if these people aren't….spies. Even if they aren't, I doubt informing them of critical data from the past will aid any of us. I suggest we keep to the captain's command and remain silent," Lt. Burton barked.

"I see they still have jerks in this century, too," Shego smirked as they finally approached a door that opened at their approach, and two women in white stared back at them as they went started to enter.

"Maybe he's related to Will," Kim suggested thoughtfully.

Anna only smiled at their comment as Shego sniggered even as one of the women in white gasped as she eyed Shego.

"Doctor," one shouted. "Emergency!"

To Be Continued….