Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. If you recognize the characters from TV, they aren't mine. I will never make any money from this.

Book One: Chapter One: Birth

10:18am

Professor Ramesh looked again through the giant telescope. The oddly colored object was still moving quickly, still headed earthward. His calculations did not please him.

He knew this was a problem. He knew that he had official people to notify and channels to go through. He also knew where those procedures would ultimately lead to, and that time was running out. He decided to cut out the middleman.

10:23am

"Possible!" James said cheerfully into the phone when it reached his ear.

"Jim."

"Rammie!" James smiled as he finished drawing the fin of a new craft he was blueprinting. "What's shaking?"

"I'm looking at a large bolide right now."

"Yeah? Scrapbook worthy?"

"Bomb shelter worthy, Jim."

James' smile winked out, "How bad?"

"I think it's headed for Chicago."

"That's bad."

"What're the desk people doing?"

"Jim, what do they always do?"

Jim thought a moment, "Call us for ideas."

"Right," Ramesh's voice lowered slightly. "So I called you instead."

Jim's voice became extremely professional. "How much time?" He pushed the unfinished blueprints sloppily onto the floor and prepared a new sheet of paper.

"I figure…" Ramesh paused as he rechecked his figures, "Maybe an hour."

James' eyes widened, "That fast?"

"Yes, but it's strange, erratic. Its coloring is beyond anything I've ever heard of. It might be a comet."

"Send me your data. It is top priority!" James hung up and picked up the phone again. "I need a missile on the pad. NOW!"

11:12am

"You sure about this, Possible?" asked Major Osborne.

"Sure as I can be, Ozzie." James pursed his lips. "Had to work fast to save those folks in 'Go City'."

"I don't doubt your work," smiled the military man. "I'm wondering about this business of launching without prior authorization."

"You really think they wouldn't authorize destroying a comet headed for a major city?"

Osborne smirked, "Hardly."

"Then get someone on the horn," smiled Jim. "We might actually have permission before the launch if we're quick."

11:14am

Jim picked up his cell phone, "Possible."

"Hello, dear," said his wife on the line. "We're having a picnic in the backyard if you can come home for lunch."

"No can do, thank you, Hon," He sang. "Got a sudden project. Might be early for dinner with luck."

"That would be nice."

"Wanted on the other line, Dear," Jim said as he was handed the control room phone. "Catch you later." He hung up and pocketed the cell phone as he took the other. "Yes, sir." He frowned, "If I don't launch, Oak Lawn, Illinois will be gone in ten minutes." He nodded at the technician manning the control terminal who sent the missile into the air. "Well, your constituents in Arkansas may not care, but I do." He rolled his eyes. "You would actually let people die?" Dr. Possible said incredulously as he watched the missile explode against the multi-colored comet. "I'm still glad that they aren't going to die."

"Dr. Possible! It's not destroyed!"

James frowned in amazement. "Talk later, Senator."

James hung up the phone and leaped to the console. "Why not?"

"It seems to have moved at the last moment, or perhaps we were off? We got a piece of it."

"New course?"

George checked his readings and then stared at James. "It's headed this way."

11:24am

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Mrs. Dr. Possible adjusted little Jim's green T-shirt and then playfully slapped his diapered bottom as he ran back to play with his twin in the sandbox.

"Ron!" yelled her daughter, Kim. "It's my turn with the helicopter."

Ron was about to hand Kim the remote control when he looked at the sky, "cool!"

"What is that?" asked Kim.

Her mother turned to see what Kim was asking about.

A multicolored mass of flame was trailing smoke as it hurtled toward them. As the wife of a rocket scientist, she could recognize that it was exceeding the speed of sound. She ran and scooped up the twins as she yelled at the older children, terror in her voice. "Kids! Come here!" She saw as she picked up the boys in each arm and looked for a likely place for shelter, "Follow me! Behind the ridge!"

She leaped over the outcrop onto a rock ledge and watched as Kim and Ron ran toward her. She cradled her mystified sons against her while Ron paused to look at the meteorite in amazement.

Kim dove at him, knocking him over the ridge and onto the ledge. They tumbled in a heap next to the others.

No one would ever remember the impact.

James Possible parked the car and quickly ran to what was left of his home. He would never remember if he had opened the door or jumped out the window or something.

As he passed the chaos of emergency personnel and the vehicles that had brought them, he couldn't imagine – didn't want to imagine what had happened to his home, his family. His beautiful wife, Kimmie cub, the twins; were they okay? When he saw that his home was only rubble, he allowed himself to wonder; did they survive?

His trance was broken when he saw several emergency gurneys being brought around from the backyard. He rushed up to the first one. His wife was lying there on violet colored sheets, looking sickly, small and frail.

"Honey, I" James managed as he walked along beside her.

"James. Thank God," she put her small hand in his. "I think we may be all right. I got the kids away from the house before it hit."

The Medical technicians had arrived with her at one of the ambulances. "Dear?"

As they raised her and the wheeled bed into the back, she cried to him. "We'll be at regional. Come and check."

Then they closed the doors and the truck moved away.

James looked about and saw a red gurney. His three-year-old twin sons were lying together on it, holding one another in fear. "Hicka boo," said Jim softly when he saw his father. "Hoosha," said Tim nervously before they were also driven away.

Then came the blue gurney. "Ronald!"

"Hey, Doctor P," the boy smiled weakly.

"I'll call your parents."

"Thanks," the boy coughed. "How's Kim?"

James' eyes became wider, "Kimmie cub?" He spun and was glad to see yet another gurney passing. This one was bathed in green. "Kimmie-"

"Hi, Dad." The girl's red pigtails were torn. She managed a smile, "It's gonna be okay."

James gripped one of her legs briefly as she was placed in a vehicle.

"Remember what you always tell me," she looked up at him weakly. "Anything is-"

Then the doors shut and she was driven away.

"Dr. Possible?"

James spun at the sound of his name. The ambulances were gone. How long had he been staring down the road? A policeman stood next to him. "Officer Hobble?"

"My deepest sympathies," said the cop.

"Thank you."

"I informed the Stoppables," the officer put an arm around the scientist. "They have offered to put you up for a while."

James was about to ask why they would when he looked back at the rubble. The object had hit the living room. The center of the house was gone. He could see straight through to the backyard and the valley beyond. Part of the garage was still there. The rest of the home had either splintered apart or slid down the cliff.

"How about a ride to the hospital?" Hobble offered. "You probably shouldn't do any more driving."

"You're probably right." Then an odd thought came to him. "Officer Hobble?"

"Yes."

"Why were the gurney's color-coded?"

The policeman looked at him a moment before speaking. "They weren't, sir"

"But I –"

"Your family looked fairly healthy, considering what happened. They were taken for medical attention really for one reason above any other."

"What is that?" James Possible asked worriedly.

The man pursed his lips, "They were glowing."

Only then had James realized that it was true. The sheets were all probably white. The bodies of Ronald and his family were each causing the colors he had seen.

James Possible sat in the hospital corridor with his head in his hands. His family was being observed and he was waiting for any word. He half-jumped whenever a doctor came near him, despite being too tired.

Then a nurse ran by chasing a small, rambunctious boy with red hair in a hospital gown.

"Hicka bicka!" yelled the toddler.

"Huh?" James thought it must be Jim – or Tim, he hadn't figured a quick way to tell them apart yet. But he knew that his sons had brown hair.

"He was restrained!" one nurse, Kathleen Coleman, stressed to one of the other nurses, whom James did not recognize.

An intern cut the boy off and the two nurses corralled his son so that one could pick him up. Yet another nurse, Betty Oaks, walked up carrying the other twin.

"They're okay?" James asked.

"So far," smiled Kathleen.

"I want to know how they got out of bed," Betty, the head nurse, said sternly.

The other two nurses holding the twins took them back down the hall as James followed.

Kathleen was the first to enter the boy's room. "They didn't!" she gasped.

James and the others looked to see Jim and Tim both held to the beds gently by cloth straps. Each adult then looked again at the children in the nurses' arms, identical to those in the beds.

"How many children do you have, Dr. Possible?"

Kim stirred slowly in bed, "Mom?"

"I'm here, Kimmie," came the response.

"What happened?"

"We can talk about that later," said Mom. "You need to rest."

Kim turned toward her mother as she opened her eyes, "Mo-om," she whined, "I don't wanna sleep all –" Kim's eyes opened saucer-wide. "Oh my God! Mom?"

The woman in the next bed looked like Kim's mother. She wore her hair the same way. Her face was similar, but – she was purple!

Her hair was deep purple. Her skin was bright violet. Her eyes were even purple!

"Yes, dear, it's me," she tried to smile reassuringly.

"Wha-what happened?" Kim screamed.

"What do you remember?" Mom asked sweetly.

Kim thought for a moment. "Something in the sky was all colorful and you made Ron and I get behind the ridge…" Kim gasped again in fear. "It blew up our house!"

Mrs. Possible nodded. "So far no one seems injured, just -" she held out her purple hands, "changed."

Kim then saw her own green hands. "Oh, No!"

"It's okay, Kimmie."

"Okay?" Kim mimicked sadly as she held up her hands in the air. "I look like an alien!" She brought a pigtail to where she could see it. "At least my hair is still red," she griped.

"and you aren't harmed."

"What do you call this?" Kim yelled as she held up a hand angrily. Then her hand started to glow. Kim screamed at it, louder and longer than before.

Mrs. Possible rushed out of her own bed and put her arms around her daughter.

A nurse rushed into the room, followed by Mr. Possible They both stared at the odd light display.

"Kimmie, calm down," Mrs. Possible cooed to the still screaming girl. She reached for her daughter's hand, but couldn't penetrate the glow around it. "Your hand looks fine," she said cautiously.

Tears started down Kim's face as she screamed, "What's happening!"

The girl rocked back and forth in her mother's arms as she cried, staring at her glowing right hand.

The attending doctor then arrived. Dr. Batman, a specialist in unusual radiation and its effects, had been called when the odd nature of these injuries became apparent. She sat on the end of Kim's bed and waited for her to calm, watching her.

After a few minutes of rocking, crying and screaming while her mother made soothing sounds in her ear, Kim did stop screaming.

She sniffled as she lifted up her left hand. Then she gasped as it too began to glow.

Kim, her mother, and the doctor exchanged glances and Dr. Batman reached to take her left hand. She could not reach it.

Then both hands stopped glowing. Kim looked at her hands and then at her mother. Tears were still on her face, but they had stopped flowing. "I did that," she sounded amazed.

"You stopped it?" asked her doctor.

Kim nodded. "I started this one," she held up her left hand, "and then I stopped both of them." She was wide-eyed, "On purpose!"

The doctor took her hands one by one and examined them, "They seem fine." She let Kim have her hands back and looked thoughtful a moment. "Can you do it again?" she asked softly.

Kim was scared. She noticed her mother was smiling at her as she held her. "Maybe," Kim said softly as she lifted her hands again.

Her hands then lit green and glowed.

The doctor took a hand and felt around the glow and her arm below where it glowed. "The hand is completely unharmed." She lifted one eyebrow, "Fascinating."

Mrs. Possible took the other arm in her hand. "There's no heat!"

Her father stepped closer, "How do you feel, Kimmie?"

"It-" Kim faltered. "It's like my hands are between two pillows or something."

"Thank you, Kim," said Dr. Batman "You can turn that off if you want."

Kim did, watching her hands as she did so. They were still green.

"How are the twins?" Mrs. Possible stood up after kissing Kim on the cheek.

"Uh," James hesitated. "The quadruplets are fine," he made an exaggerated grin.

Mrs. Possible's jaw fell. Then she started to rush to the door.

James and Dr. Batman stepped in her way, stopping her. "We're not sure that they should see your new coloring – yet."

She looked at herself and frowned. Then she started to glow as she shrunk down to the size of a toy.

"Mom!" Kim looked over the board at the foot of her bed.

"I'm fine, Kimmie!" Then she looked at herself again, "I think."

"Dear?" Mr. Possible's tone was concerned but was calmer than Kim's.

"I feel fine," Said his wife. "Just –" she looked around the room, "small."

Doctor Batman kneeled down by her, "No unusual sensations? Pain?"

"None," she shook her tiny head. "Have the boys changed color?"

"We thought they had a sunburn," the specialist nodded slightly. "But there's no skin damage."

"Their hair is redder than Kimmicub's," added James.

"That's not fair!" said Kim. She then softened and asked the doctor, "Is Ron okay?"

Dr. Batman didn't answer, she was running out of the room to investigate the loud crash.

Ron woke up in a hospital bed. "Huh?" he was alone. "Hello?" Ron got out of bed and went to the door.

He grabbed the door and pulled, barely noticing the blue glow around his hand. The door came off its hinges and fell with a crash.

Just beyond the doorway, stood a nurse who was looking at Ron, dumbfounded.

"Should I fix that?" Ron asked sheepishly.

His parents walked up just in time to see this display. Dad stood agape as Ron shrugged and grinned self-consciously. Mom fainted.

A female Doctor arrived a moment later. She checked Ron's mother first, "She'll be all right. Let's get her someplace comfortable."

She and Mr. Stoppable carried Mrs. Stoppable and set her on Ron's bed.

"Is everything okay?" asked Ron.

"How do you feel, Ron?" the Doctor moved her dark brown hair off one ear.

"Okay, I guess." He looked over at the door again. "Sorry about that, Doctor ... uh…"

"Batman," she offered Ron her hand.

Ron took the hand enthusiastically. "Cool! Is that nurse Robin?" Ron pointed at the nurse by the door.

The Doctor scowled. "Her name is Anne."

"Oh," Ron sounded slightly disappointed. "So-"

"No," the Doctor barked. "Robin's not in the hall either."

"Well-"

The Doctor gave Ron a severe look that made him drop the subject quickly.

Ron's mother was then stirring.

"How do you feel, Dear?" asked Mr. Stoppable.

"Well, I.." She moaned. Then she looked at her son, "Ronald!"

"What?" Ron barked.

"Your hair!"

"Huh?" Ron looked around, then ran into the adjoining restroom. He looked into the mirror. His hair was a deep, vivid blue.

Ron was just trying to deal with this fact when something else distracted him. His chest and arms seemed thicker somehow. He moved one arm up and down in front of the mirror. "Hey! I'm ripped!"

How could I resist using that line?

Special thanks to Zaratan for handing the idea baton over to me and for tossing ideas around with me while I wrote.

I think performing these duties makes him this story's "Producer."