This story has been in my thoughts for a while, I hope you will enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Kim Possible and related are the property of Disney which, contrary to common belief, I do not own.

It was business as usual for Team Possible.

As Ron fought off several monkey ninjas, Kim was busy fighting their master; Lord Monkey Fist. The self-proclaimed monkey master had once again broken into a museum in order to retrieve some artifact, but Kim and Ron had been alerted in time and were able to stop Monkey Fist from leaving with his prize.

Kim ducked under a kick and shot one of her own into the monkey-man's abdomen, causing him to stumble backwards.

"KP, little help here," Ron cried as four monkey ninjas were climbing him and effectively restraining his arms and legs.

Kim grabbed one of the monkey ninjas that tried to attack her and threw the creature at one of the monkeys that held Ron, freeing him up enough to fend off the other monkeys.

A split second later, Monkey Fist slammed into Kim and together they rolled into one of the office buildings. Kim immediately kicked the monkey master away from her and got up to take him down.

Monkey Fist jumped up as well, this time holding a small knife with all kinds of runes carved into it, "You're too late Kim Possible, with this weapon I am invincible and unstoppable."

"Yeah, right," Kim smirked, "you know you're bleeding, right?"

Monkey Fist frowned and touched his cheek where he felt a stinging sensation, when he pulled his hand back, there was some blood on it from a small cut on his cheek, "How is this possible, what did I do wrong?"

"Where to begin," Kim grinned before she attacked again.

"Fine," Monkey Fist growled, "the thing still has its purposes." He caught Kim's strike with one hand and used his other hand to slam the knife into Kim's side.

"GHAAAH," Kim cried as a blinding pain overcame her.

"GHAAAH," covered in cold sweat, Kim sat up straight in her bed; her blankets were kicked all the way across the room and she had her pillow in a stranglehold.

Still shivering from the nightmare, Kim switched on the light and examined her side; no wound or scar could be seen, and the pain was gone as well.

"J-just a nightmare," Kim stammered to herself, even though she knew this had been way too real for a nightmare, not to mention the fact that she and Ron had actually taken on Monkey Fist in the museum that night, but the details were hazy and mixed with the nightmare.

Kim checked her alarm clock; it was two in the morning, "Don't care, I have to know."

"Hello?" Ron drowsily asked as he picked up the phone, "Who's there."

"Ron," Kim sounded frantic, causing Ron to immediately wake up fully and sit straight up, "What happened last night in the museum when we fought Monkey Fist?"

"That," Ron said confused, "we fought Monkey Fist... he did get away, but without being able to take anything, at least, according to the museum."

"At some point he and I rolled into an office during the fight," Kim told, "Do you know what happened afterwards?"

Ron thought for a moment, "Monkey Fist jumped out of the window of the office right after he threw you into the desk, his monkey ninjas followed soon after… you are alright, right?"

"Yeah…" Kim took a moment to take account of any sign of pain or discomfort her body was giving, "I feel great actually… I just had a weird nightmare about last night where Monkey Fist stabbed me with a knife."

"But you're sure you are alright?" Ron asked worriedly, "Maybe you've got some internal wounds."

"It doesn't feel like it…" Kim felt her side again, just to be sure, "I guess it was just a dream, sorry I bothered you this late."

"Not a problem KP," Ron said, "Your well being is more important than me losing a bit of sleep. Besides, I've called you in the middle of the night because of a nightmare too, so I guess we're even."

"Thanks Ron," Kim smiled before she hung up the phone and retrieved her bed sheets. It didn't take her long to fall asleep again.

The next day, when Kim woke up, her dream was mostly forgotten.

"Stupid monkeys," the redhead muttered when she examined her mission outfit before she put it in the washer; the pants were already tearing at the legs and the purple top was ripped beyond repair, it would maybe be suitable for training and sparring but Kim was certain she couldn't wear it in public ever again.

"Clothes got ripped on a mission?" Jim asked as he and Tim walked into the basement carrying a pile of clothes of their own; something that had taken their mother an enormous amount of patience to accomplish.

"Why do you care," Kim asked suspiciously.

"Your new mission outfit maybe pretty cool…" Jim started.

"But it's still as weak as the old one," Tim continued in their usual two person speech.

"Even the battle suit rips without a problem, even though it immediately repairs."

"What are you getting at?" Kim folded her arms, already seeing an offer come up with a nasty contract attached.

"Ever noticed that our combat suit never got damaged?" Jim smirked.

"I used it only once," Kim muttered, "almost causing Drakken and Shego to die of laughter."

"We still got the material," Tim continued as if Kim hadn't said a thing, "and it's easy to embed into an outfit that looks exactly like your current mission outfit."

"What's the catch?" Kim asked, getting to business.

"Nothing," Jim smiled, earning him an even more suspicious glare from his sister.

"Except that you model the outfit once or twice," Tim added.

Kim stared at her brothers in disbelief, they would never think of something like that, unless they had spoken with…

"You talked with Monique!" it came out as an accusation; the dark skinned fashion maven had already tried to get Kim to model the new mission outfit for Club Banana. Thus far, Kim had refused with the memory of her style bursting out worldwide still in her head.

"She offered to pay us if we could convince you," Jim shrugged.

"Who are we to refuse?" Tim grinned.

Kim sighed, though with a slight smile, "I'll think about it, but don't get anything in your heads.

On the way to school Kim noticed Ron looking at her weirdly, "What's up Ron?"

"Nothing," Ron said, but there still was a tone of worry in his voice, "Are you really sure you're okay? Because you did seem to have hit your head hard on the desk yesterday."

"I'm fine," Kim smiled, "Mom checked me over and even she had to admit that I was in perfect health. It's just that I had a weird dream last night, that's all."

Ron frowned, "Weird dreams in combination with artifacts are never 'nothing to worry about', especially with Monkey Fist."

"What did he want with whatever he sought for anyway?" Kim asked, "In my dream he wanted invincibility or something."

"I don't know," Ron admitted, "We've been so busy fighting him I didn't have time to ask."

Kim chuckled, "It probably was anything monkey related anyway."

Ron shivered involuntarily, "What that guys sees in monkeys… brrr."

As they arrived on the school ground, Kim spotted Monique and walked over to the dark skinned girl, "Hey Mon, I hear you bribed the tweebs into getting me to model the new mission suit?"

"Hey Kim," Monique greeted her friend, "I tried the direct way, but you refused. A girl's got to make new plans."

"Or accept that some people don't want to show off," Kim smirked, "You got Jim and Tim thinking about reinforcing the mission outfit."

"Might not be a bad idea," Monique told, "It wouldn't do good to have you walk away from fights in torn up clothes when the media arrives.

Kim shook her head, "What is it with you and having me show off my new outfit?"

Monique rolled her eyes, "I filed them as my design, and if people start to notice those designs I move up in the fashion world, enabling me to show some of my own designs."

Kim thought about that for a moment, "So you want to use my mission outfit as a boost?"

"Kinda," Monique admitted.

"Why didn't you just ask?" Kim asked, "I thought you just wanted me to model the outfit."

"I had to be a little bit discreet about it," Monique explained, "Although the fashionistas don't have much to stand on, it's still their design. I wanted your mission outfit to be just enough to make me noticed, and from there on I can take care of myself."

"Well, I'll see what I can do," Kim told, "but I can't promise anything."

Lisa walked through the school hall, still having trouble finding her bearings sometime, when she momentarily spotted a mop of red hair. The freshman ran over there to finally meet her idolized hero Kim Possible, but the senior was already gone before Lisa made it through the crowd. Sighing, the blond haired girl turned around to get to her class.

Lisa Rosen considered herself Kim Possible's biggest fan and her parents couldn't have made her happier when they had announced that Lisa would go to Middleton High School instead of Lowerton High. Although her parents' choice had been based more on the fact that they lived on the border of both school districts and they had deemed Middleton High the best of the two, to Lisa it only meant she would share a school year with The Kim Possible.

Unfortunately, over the first month of school, Lisa had only caught glimpses of the teen hero who seemed to always be on the move and often had to miss classes due to missions.

Lisa had met Kim's brothers, but the twins didn't seem too awestruck by their famous sister. They often made jokes about Kim's antics and gladly shared many stories about their sister's blunders. Lisa was sure the boys were just jealous.

Nevertheless, Lisa's wish of meeting her hero still had not been granted, and that put the young girl down more tan she wanted to admit.

"Maybe next time," Lisa muttered as she walked into history class.

At the end of the day, Lisa hadn't even seen another glimpse of Kim Possible, and as her school bus arrived, she feared that today would hold a missed opportunity again.

But then she spotted the redhead walking out of the gym building, talking agitated to another girl who was wearing a cheerleader uniform.

Not wasting a moment, Lisa grabbed her notebook that contained a picture of Kim Possible she wanted to have signed and ran across the street, "Kim Possible! Can I please have an autograph?"

"What possessed you to just walk away to take a phone call?" Kim scolded at Bonnie, "You were supposed to be my spotter, I could have broken my neck."

Even though Bonnie had to admit that this time she had crossed a line – Kim had made a really nasty fall, and Bonnie was actually amazed that the redhead had walked off unscathed – but when Kim began to use her lecture voice, the brunette couldn't help but oppose Kim.

"Look, I'm sorry you fell, is that what you want to hear?" Bonnie snapped, "You seemed to be doing okay and I really needed to take that phone call. Besides, you're not hurt anyway."

"That's it," now Kim was getting furious, "The fact that I came out unhurt doesn't mean it's okay for you to just walk away when you're a spotter. I know how to fall and land, what if it had happened to one of the less experienced cheerleaders?"

"But it didn't," Bonnie shrugged, "let it go."

"No, I won't," Kim stepped in front of the brunette so she had the girl's full attention, "You're suspended from cheerleading until further notice, if you can't play for the team, you don't belong in the team."

"What?" Bonnie glared at Kim, "You can't do that."

"I certainly can," Kim returned the glare, "And don't even bother trying to tell a teacher, because I will tell the whole story anyway."

"Without me, the team can't win any contest," Bonnie smiled deviously, content with her power over the cheerleader captain, "Or do you think you are enough to pull the team through?"

"Then we'll lose some," Kim shrugged, "I prefer a healthy team over a medal any day."

Bonnie stared speechless at her rival for a moment before storming off.

Kim sighed; she knew she'd been real harsh on the brunette, but that seemed to only way to make things clear to the girl.

"Kim Possible! Can I please have and autograph?"

Kim turned and looked at the freshman girl who was about to cross the street. However, she also saw a black Mercedes speeding way too fast in a school-zone, "Watch out!" Kim was already running towards the girl who did not seem to have seen the car.

Rick Lumen was in a hurry, like most of the time; the businessman had crammed his already overfull agenda far too full and had to race between meetings to make it all work. Of course, the money that earned was well worth a bit of hurrying for Rick.

The problem was, Rick had hoped to take a shortcut to his next meeting by going straight through Middleton. Even though the shortcut part worked in the sense of distance, the driving time was greatly increased because he had ended up in a school-zone.

"Stupid speed limit," Rick growled as he drove already too fast anyway, "Don't you understand that I'm in a hurry?"

To add to his trouble, the school bus in front of him was starting to slow down at a high school.

"Oh no, I'm not going to be stuck behind that bus while it loads up," Rick slammed the gas pedal down and hoped he could pass the bus before it had fully stopped and put out its STOP sign.

Kim's eyes grew wide when she saw in the corner of her eye that the car was speeding up instead of slowing down, "What's with this guy?"

Meanwhile, the blond girl was at the middle of the road and, to Kim's horror, stopped when she saw the redhead running towards her.

When Lisa saw Kim running towards her, she stopped confused, "What's going on?"

"Watch out!" Kim shouted again, and this time Lisa looked to her side to see the black car speeding her way. Instantly, the girl froze and could only stare wide-eyed at the vehicle rapidly approaching her.

Kim immediately noticed the frozen stance of shock and she knew she had to pull the girl away from the path of the car, because the Mercedes was already too close and going too fast to stop in time.

Rick was shocked to suddenly see a young girl crossing the street, instantly he slammed the brakes but he knew it was already too late.

But then, another girl ran up the street and shoved the younger girl out of the way, using up all of her own momentum.

To Rick, everything went in slow motion, the redheaded girl turned and jumped up with uncanny reflexes, but nothing could save her from the still fast going car.

Ron had just walked out of the school building when he saw Bonnie storm past. For a moment he was curious what had ticked the brunette off when he heard Kim shout, "Watch out!"

As Ron stared in horror, he saw Kim run up to a freshman girl and slam her out of the way of a speeding car but thereby putting herself in front of the vehicle.

"KP!" he cried as the car tires screeched and Kim jumped up to roll over the hood of the car.

But Kim was not able to jump high enough in time and with a loud THUD she was launched into the air to make a skidding landing several yards further.

"KP!" Ron yelled again as he ran over to his girlfriend, ignoring the car and the blond girl who had fallen on the sidewalk. He noticed several students grabbing their cell phone and calling 911 but his only concern was Kim.

When he arrived at the spot where Kim laid, he almost didn't dare to look; Kim was lying motionless on her back, her clothes were ripped and torn from the crash and sliding across the asphalt and one of Kim's shoes had been knocked off.

Even though Ron did no see any blood, he feared the worst.

Much to his relief, Kim was still alive and stared up him with big, scared eyes. "Ron," she whispered, "I don't feel any pain… did I break my neck?"

A/N: I hope you liked the start of this story, more chapters should be posted soon