KPX: The First Class Chapter 1, a kim possible fanfic

Dedicated to the memory of CPNEB. Rest in Peace, Ben, and may you live forever in the hearts of your many friends and family.

Disclaimer: Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, Monique, and Josh Mankey are property of Walt Disney Productions. Professor Charles Xavier, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Warren Worthington III, Henry "Hank" McCoy, Magneto, and the Brotherhood of Mutants are property of Walt Disney/Marvel Entertainment and Stan Lee. "New Divide" is by Linkin Park. This story is not written for profit, only the enjoyment of myself and readers.

And so, even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed:

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

-Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Washington D.C.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Senator Robert Kelly spoke from the central of the United State Senate… "We now face a pandemic of biblical proportions. Mutants are infecting the human race at an astounding rate. They're in your neighborhoods, your schools, perhaps even among us here today," he said, not noticing the two men in the back of the hall, one in a trench coat, the other seated in a wheelchair. "For this reason, I give you Proposition X.

"This act will create a new department devoted to containing this disease. This will force all Mutants on American soil to be registered with this new Office of Mutant Affairs, as well as be provided with treatment to prevent the passing on of this mishap of genetics, the X-Gene, to future generations." Kelly shook his head in disappointment, "It is truly sad; that these creatures truly believe they are human. But once they are registered and their abilities studied, we will be better able to separate them from normal people, like you and I, for their own and everyone else's safety, for our children's safety," he finished to thunderous applause.

"This act will never make it through, Eric," the wheelchair-bound man said solemnly.

"And if it does, Charles, I wonder how you will feel when you stretch out an olive branch, and they respond by putting a number on your arm and a chip in your head," his companion said hatefully.

"That won't happen," Charles replied confidently.

"It's not too late, Charles," Eric replied, putting his fedora back upon his head. "You and your students are more than welcome to join my Brotherhood."

"I fear I shall have to pass," Charles shook his head, backing his electric chair up before rolling toward the exit.

"Do you honestly think your band of children will be able to stop the future, Charles?" Eric asked with a sarcastic smile.

"They won't have to, Old Friend," Charles said, glancing back, "Because they are the future."

WALT DISNEY PRODUCTIONS' KIM POSSIBLE

MARVEL ENTERTAINMENT/STAN LEE'S X-MEN

I remembered black skies, the lightning all around me
I remembered each flash as time began to blur

"…And the growing Mutant pandemic has flooded all over the United States," the TV reporter stated, sitting at a desk before a map of the US covered in red dots. "Until a source or a cure for this phenomenon is discovered, the Health Department suggests that all possible Mutants remain indoors and away from public places. Do not panic. Repeat, do not panic."

Like a startling sign that fate had finally found me
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve

"Mom! Dad!" A fifteen-year-old boy with spikes breaking out all over his body cried as his father pulled him outside of their small home. "What are you doing? HELP ME!" He begged his father as the man glared with the boy's mother hiding behind him.

"I don't know what you are, but you are not my son," the man growled, slamming the door behind him.

"Mom! Dad! Please!" The boy cried, pounding on the locked door.

So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide

"Don't worry, little girl," The man smiled as he and his friends towered over the frightened teenager deep in the Canadian Rockies. "We'll make you feel real good…"

"Please don't hurt me…" She begged, earning laughter from her kidnappers, none of them noticing the snarling predator stalking them.

There was nothing in sight but memories left abandoned
There was nowhere to hide, the ashes fell like snow

As soon as one of the men unzipped his fly, an odd snikt sound echoed through the woods. "What was…" one man asked, turning just in time to have six metallic claws pushed through his chest.

"GRAAAAAH!" The dark-haired man roared, turning on the others, letting them see the three metallic claws dripping blood coming out of his fists.

And the ground caved in between where we were standing
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve

The wild man attacked the others with the ferocity of a rabid wolverine. Moments later, the only ones left breathing were the kidnapped girl and the wild man. "You ok, Darlin'?" He asked, retracting his claws into his fist.

"MUTANT! GET AWAY FROM ME!" The girl screamed, throwing rocks at the man. He simply snorted and disappeared back in the woods, leaving her alone.

So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes across this new divide

"The mutant terrorist organization known as the Brotherhood of Mutants attacked the Washington DC Volunteer Mutant Control Organization building today," A reporter stated as video of a destroyed building smoking in downtown New York played behind him. "The Volunteer Mutant Control Organization is a non-profit organization sponsored by the Friends of Humanity, where mutants can go to have the more obvious mutations surgically removed so that they may better fit in to society. There were also sightings of the young mutant group known as the X-Men at the site of the attack. Whether or not they were part of the attack remains unconfirmed."

In every loss, in every lie, in every truth that you deny
And each regret and each goodbye was a mistake too great to hide
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve

"Effective immediately, all incoming travelers to the United States will have to be tested for X-Gene infection," the anchor woman explained. "While Proposition X has not passed yet, the government would like to keep a record of all Mutants entering and leaving the country, as well as the reasons for their traveling."

Across this new divide

KPX

The First Class

Chapter 1: The Mutant Age Begins

"Ah, to be legally adults…" Monique sighed as she kicked back in her beach chair, dressed in a white bikini by Kim's new pool. "So good to be free!"

"You can say that again," Kim replied beside her, in a similar bikini, verdant in color with gold trim, "Good times, good food, and good friends," the girls toasted their mixed drinks complete with mini umbrellas. "Cheers!" the girls chimed.

"Speaking of… Ronnie, how's the barbeque?" Kim asked, looking across the pool where Ron and both their fathers manned the grill.

"Be ready soon, KP!" Ron replied, "Can't rush art!"

"You sure you want to leave, Mon?" Kim asked her friend.

"It's not like we're going to break off all contact, Kim," Monique smiled softly. "I've not really spent much time with my mother. And from what I seen, Kenya is in dire need of fashion help."

"I'm still going to miss you," Kim said with a sad smile.

Kim blinked when the familiar chime of her Kimmunicator sounded. "Aw, man," Kim groaned, reaching for the offending object on the small table beside her. "Go, Wade."

"Sorry to interrupt, Kim," Wade replied reluctantly. "But Dr. Director needs you two."

"What's the sitch?" Kim asked, sitting up.

"There was an accident at a GJ complex in Canada," Wade explained, "Dr. Director would like you and Ron to help with the rescue operation."

"Doesn't she have people on the payroll for things like this?" Kim sighed.

"Yes, but she felt Ron's unique abilities would be better suited," Wade said, noting the abilities he showed during the fight with the Lowardians.

"In other words, she wants to see what Ron can do?" Kim quirked an eyebrow.

"Or make sure he's not a mutant," Wade shrugged, "that has been going around a lot more lately."

Kim snorted at the thought, then stood up. "Alright, set up the ride," she said before cutting off the Kimmunicator.

"Ron, time to go to work," Kim said reluctantly but blinked in surprise when her mission clothes was tossed in her arms.

"I figured," Ron smiled as he tucked his mission shirt into his cargo pants.

Kim nodded, pulled her mission gear on over her swimsuit, and smiled at her boyfriend. "Save some for us, k?" Kim asked her family and best girlfriend.

"We'll see," Monique winked.

Kim and Ron chuckled but turned their attention to the honking horn in the driveway.

"Be careful, Kimmie-Cub, Ronald!" James called after them.

KPX

"Ya know, KP," Ron said as he scaled the side of the steep mountain with his girlfriend/partner, "Would it hurt for Global Justice and the bad guys to make their bases a little easier to get to? Sewers, mountain sides, orbital platforms… I mean, just a little consideration wouldn't hurt, would it?"

"Yeah, the nerve of some people," Kim smiled as she continued her climb.

"Keep your head in the game, Ron…" Kim said as they found the blasted-out hole in the reinforced wall of the formerly secret lab. "You never know what we're… wow…" Kim stopped when she came face to face with the fattest human being she had ever known.

"Hey, Rogue, we got company," the human blob said, looking down at Kim and Ron.

"Whatcha got here, Fred?" a young woman in what looked like a green NASCAR jumpsuit with a yellow stripe down both sides stepped up next to the man, if you could call him a man, named Fred. She laughed and brushed the white-streaked bangs from her eyes. "Why, if it ain't Ron Stoppable and his lil redheaded hero friend… what's your name again, Sugah?"

"Hey, KP, she knows my name!" Ron said excitedly, "Someone actually knows my name!" He withered at the glare Kim was giving him. "Right… head in the game."

"Look, friends," Rogue said with a friendly smile. "Ah just got muh nails done and don't wanna break um, so what ya say we just bypass the fight, and ya'all try to catch us later? What ya say?"

All eyes then turned as the door in the back opened and a young man in his mid-twenties stepped out with bag over his shoulder, his black-and red-eyes moving to the group. "Hello," He smiled cordially. "Do not mind Gambit; he is just leaving."

"How did you get in there?" Rogue furrowed her brow, "We've been trying to hack that door for the last hour!"

"The Gambit's secrets are his own, ma petite fleur du Sud," Gambit smiled at Rogue's red angry face. "Oh, come now, Cherie, are you still upset at the panties on eBay? A percentage of what I got went to mutant rights organizations…"

"Excuse us!" Kim stomped her foot, bring attention back to the heroes.

"Thanks for the distraction, ma cher!" Gambit waved before running and jumping through the gaping hole beside Kim.

"DAMN IT!" Rogue cursed, watching the Cajun thief getting away via hang-glider.

Kim and Ron dropped to fighting stances before pieces of steel cable rose from the floor and wrapped around them. "If you need something done right…" a man floated down, standing on a metal platform.

"Magneto!" Rogue whimpered slightly, "The Cajun beat us to it again."

Kim and Ron watched as the man in red and purple armor, complete with a helmet to keep his face in shadow, stepped into the devastated lab. "No matter," the man known as Magneto said with a wave of the hand. "It will be on the black market in another day or so. We should be able to purchase the items we require, or steal them from someone else without much effort."

"I don't know what you're up to, but you won't get away with it, you… you freak!" Kim spat angrily, struggling against her restraints, missing Ron's split-second look of hurt.

"Hm. Kim Possible…" Magneto turned his attention to the duo, and Kim got a better look at the aged face in the helmet. "Champion of the Homo Sapiens…"

Kim turned her head when the man lifted his hand to her face. "How does it feel to face the next dominant race on the planet? How does it feel to know you are soon to be on the Endangered Species list, Miss Possible?"

Magneto turned away from the two and walked toward the exit, ripping metal from the floor to create a large platform. "Frederick, Anna Marie, it is time to go," he said, and the two Brotherhood members climbed onto the platform with him. "I hope we do not meet again, Miss Possible, Mister Stoppable, for your sake."

KPX

"It could have been worse…" Ron said softly as the two made their way through Newark Airport.

"Bad guys got away, ANOTHER bad guy stole the goods they were after, and Global Justice made us fly home commercial with multiple layovers," Kim growled lightly, "How exactly could it be worse?"

"We could have been separated, or one of us could have been really hurt," Ron stated, taking her hand.

Kim stopped and stared at him for several moments before she moved in to give him a chaste kiss on his lips. "Point to you, Boyfriend," Kim said, smiling brightly.

"What's this?" Ron asked as they stopped at a checkpoint they hadn't encountered before.

"They're checking for Muties," the guy in front of them in line explained gruffly.

"I heard that the government was trying to keep track of Mutants going in and out of the country," Kim mused out loud, not noticing Ron suddenly becoming uncomfortable.

Once Kim and Ron's turn came up, the government agent smiled at them. "Miss Possible! Wow, can I get an autograph for the kids after we run this test?"

"Sure… but how does this work?" Kim asked looking at the small machines.

"Simple and painless," the agent smiled, "We take a drop of blood from your finger, put it on the machine, and it scans the blood cells for the X-Gene."

"Do we really have to do this?" Ron whimpered slightly, looking worriedly at Kim and the agent.

"Amp down, Ron," Kim smiled, "It's not like they're going to hurt you. Just a single drop of blood, and we can go home and you can finish making your famous hamburgers."

Kim offered her finger and didn't even flinch when the pin poked her. The agent drew the blood drop onto a small tab and then did the same to Ron.

"KP…" Kim turned to Ron, and was shocked to see him fighting off tears.

"Ron, what's wrong?" Kim asked worriedly.

"You said… you said you'd love me no matter what, right?" He asked, and the question and the tone of his voice scared her more than a little. "You meant that, right?"

"Ron, you're scaring me… what's…" the two beeps and the gasp from the agent drew Kim and Ron's attention. The two young heroes' eyes widened in shock and disbelief when they saw two small screens of the machine displayed two words.

X-Gene Positive

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: Short chapter, I know, but I feel it was a good place to stop. I wanted to get something up in honor of Neb, and I liked this storyline the most to dedicate to him. Hope you enjoyed, and don't forget to review!

Coming soon: Chapter 2: Lives Shattered, Lives Reborn

E/N: ma petite fleur du Sur means "my little Southern flower" in French, for those who were curious.

For CPNEB: May 8, 19?-May 10, 2010