Crossover and Out … a series of scenes from KP crossovers that will never become full stories but that I just felt compelled to write. This whack collection will be updated on a completely irregular schedule.

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Our first installment is inspired by the classic '60s British TV series starring Patrick McGoohan ...

The Prisoner

Kim woke up slowly, not sure where she was. She was relieved to discover Ron, apparently no worse for wear, beside her.

The teen hero looked around the room. It was a pleasant space, but devoid of any mementos or keepsakes, indeed, of anything that might tell her where she was.

She then looked at herself. She was wearing white pants, a white turtleneck and a blue blazer, which had white trim.

Kim noticed that Ron was similarly attired. She was considering their sitch when her tow-headed sidekick began to stir. She reached over and gently took his face in her hands before she planted a tender kiss on his lips.

Ron grinned. "Okay, I have no clue where we are but the Rondo sure does like waking up here!" he said enthusiastically before asking, "So, where are we?"

"I don't know," Kim admitted.

"Nice threadage," Ron said as he looked at Kim's clothes.

"Back atcha," she said. "I so don't like the mystery but I do like your new look."

"Hey, the old one was classic!" he protested.

"Ron, it was threadbare," she said with fondness as she recalled his old hockey jersey. "Now, come on, let's see what's going on."

"Can't we just call Wade?" he asked.

"I would, but the Kimmunicator's missing," she explained as she held up her bare wrist.

"I don't like that," Ron said.

"Neither do I," Kim agreed before she took Ron by the hand and led him out of their quarters The two teens saw that they'd been staying in a small villa in what appeared to be a quiet Mediterranean town. They began walking down a path, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.

Kim was the first to notice a man, who was dressed just as they were, approaching them. Her weirdar, which had been active from the moment she awoke, began pinging in earnest.

"Excuse me," Kim said to the man. "Where are we?"

"Why, the Village," he replied.

"Uh, just in case KP doesn't know where the Village is," Ron said, earning a frosty glare from his BFGF, "Where is it?"

"It's here, of course," the stranger said.

"That's so not helpful," Kim observed. "What's your name?" she demanded, her impatience beginning to rise.

"It's Number Twelve," the stranger said as he walked off. "It's been a pleasure talking. Have a good day."

"Okay, that was strange," Ron said.

"Strange is such the understatement. Try twelve point five on the weirdness meter," Kim said before she saw a signpost with arrows pointing to various places. "Ron, I'm going to the office to get some answers. You go to the beach and see if there's a way out of here."

"I'm on it, KP."

Kim walked briskly towards her destination. She entered the building, walked down a quiet corridor and finally found herself in a large room.

Seated in a chair in the center of the room was none other than …

"Shego!" Kim snapped.

The raven-haired woman turned around. "Don't know what you're talking about, Number Six. I'm Number Two."

"Excuse me?" Kim said, confused by her longtime-nemesis' response.

"You heard me, Number Six. I'm number Two. Your sidekick's Number Seven."

"I am not Number Six. I'm Kim Possible."

"Sure you are, Number Six," the woman who looked like Shego said patronizingly. "Whatever you say."

"I so don't have time for this, Shego. Where's Drakken?"

"Who?" the woman asked, her confusion seemingly genuine.

"Your boss," Kim said.

"You mean Number One?"

"Number One, Drakken, I don't care what you call him."

"You know, I've never met him."

"What do you mean you've never met him?" Kim said. "You two have been working together for years."

"Really?" Shego asked. "What does he look like?"

Kim decided to humor Shego. "Blue skin, scar, ponytail."

"Nope, doesn't ring a bell, Number Six."

"Will you stop calling me that!"

"Why? It's your name."

"It is not."

"Yes it is, Number Six."

"I am not a number! I am a free woman!" Kim declared.

"Sure you are, Princess," Number Two said mockingly as she began to file her clawed gloves.

Kim, frustrated, turned on her heel and stormed outside into the morning sun. She noticed the sky was a lovely azure blue, unblemished by any clouds. It was pleasing to look at, but told her nothing about where she was. Tweaked by her lack of information, the teen hero hurried towards the beach, hoping that Ron had more luck than she'd had.

She wasn't prepared for what she saw when she arrived at her destination.

Ron was running along the sand, screaming.

Admittedly, that wasn't all that unusual.

However, the ten-foot high bouncing white sphere that was pursuing him was. Kim was sure she heard it roar.

"Aiiiiieeee! KP, help!" Ron cried out as he headed her way, desperately trying to stay out of the way of his pursuer. "Bad giant orb thingie! Bad giant orb thingie!"

As Ron passed by her, Kim grabbed his wrist, pulling her BFBF out of the way of the rampaging sphere.

The two teens sat on the beach and watched the orb disappear around a bend. They sat quietly for a while, then told one another of their experiences. It became manifestly evident that they were not free to leave, that they were … prisoners.