A/N: Yep, I'm working on a second story. I'm still doing Canadian Wedding though. The biggest difference between these two is that this one is written with the ending and plot firmly in mind, CW is going where it wants to. Also, if you've read both, you may notice this one being less introspective than the other. That will change, pretty much invert completely, through the next few chapters, for both stories most likely. Before I post though, I'd like to thank all the people who've read and reviewed Canadian Wedding. I do keep an eye on my stats too, all my stats, and I'm not particularly proud that I only had 250 page views Sunday, so I'd like to see if we can't pass Friday's 650, maybe shoot for somewhere around 800 too. I'm looking forward to seeing who wins on reviews as well, between this and Canadian Wedding. ~VLU~

*New Standard Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Kim Possible, the character, or any characters from the series. All is copyrighted by Disney, I'm writing this without express permission, but am not making a profit at all.

It was seven in the morning when the Possibles were asked to drive to Global Justice headquarters. Neither Anne nor James were given any idea what it was about, but when the one-eyed Doctor Director had mentioned Kim, the decision was made for them. Being Sunday too, they set off with little worry about work or their twins, and arrived just an hour and a half later.

The criminal departments in the mountainous military base never slept, with a small division for nearly every country, some taking care of several or more if they were small enough. The time zones mean that day or night, there was someone entering or exiting, determined to keep an eye on a populace thousands of miles away. More often than not, though, it was the divisions positioned to watch specific individuals that were most active, with Doctor Drakken's keepers taking up a large percentage of the entire Global Justice staff.

Even now, as Anne and James were buzzed through the gates, an entire line of logistics and spies were entering around them, and heading off to the various warehouses and labs spread throughout the base. The Possibles were herded off to the side, towards the tallest building. They'd both been there before though, and were already familiar with the six story hub of the international agency.

They were herded inside as soon as they parked, and slightly surprised to find none other than Doctor Betty Director waiting for them. She was standing in the main lobby, looking out the windows as they came in, with her usual rugged stance and hands laced behind her back.

"Mister and Missus Possible," She said as a greeting, nodding slightly as they approached. Both the parents could tell she was more of a introspective warrior, rather than the people person Global Justice made her out to be.

"Doctor Director," James replied. "You said this had to do with Kimmie? She hasn't been causing you any trouble, has she?" His tone was stern but humorous, promising a comical reaction to his daughter actually being in trouble. It did little to lighten Betty's mood though.

"No, at least not yet. Walk with me." With that she headed outside, back into the brisk Colorado air. The trio turned, and headed towards the mountain that lay at the edge of the complex, with more buildings built inside it. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you more on the phone, but I don't trust public lines with this information."

Anne pursed her lips and shook her head. "Well, Kim's friend, Wade, already worked on all the phones in our house. We would have liked to know what happened before you drug us out here."

"As much as I respect Wade's work, Drakken has worked around him before, and I wouldn't be surprised if he could do it again." Betty said as they walked. "And we figure he would have a reason to be interested, if this really is his work."

That caught James' attention. "If what really is his work?"

Betty looked like she had wanted to work around this conversation, or at least not be having it so soon. She looked away and scratched the back of her neck uncomfortably. "Something during Kim's last checkup tripped our scanners."

"Her last checkup? It isn't biological, is it?" Anne asked wearily.

"Not specifically. We found small biomachines implanted inside her head." She explained, leading them inside the largest building built straight into the mountain's face. The inside was the same beige walls that all Global Justice buildings sported, complete with GJ logos dotting the corridors. It was longer though, and lead past three guard stations to an elevator, with no other turnoffs in sight. "At first they were silent, and the physicals never picked them up, but over the last few days they've been emitting a strange electrical field inside her brain."

The Possibles were silent, both digesting the news in their own way. Betty was thankful for that, the reprieve from explaining as she flashed her identification to each of the guards, swiping it through the small machines built into the sides of the posts. Finally, she ended up with an optical and fingerprint scan, and the three headed into the elevator, and down into the earth.

"I assume you brought us here to show us, not just talk and leave us hanging?" James asked as they rode down, receiving no response. "As a brain surgeon and a rocket scientist, an engineer at that, we would be very angry if there was something we could do-"

"You can see her, yes. All our scientists haven't been able to identify it, but if you can it would be greatly appreciated."

"That's good, thank you, Betty." Anne said, having been silent almost the entire way to quell the feeling of dread she was facing. Being an accomplished brain surgeon, and knowing full well how easy one was to damage, she was more and more worried about what could happen to Kim. If the field the biomachines were releasing did something to harm her brainwaves, dying was the least of her problems.

Betty nodded silently, and held back as the elevator doors open. "She's in observation five-A, head down the hall until you see the 'A' overhead and turn right. Five should be on the left just a bit down." She stepped out of the elevator, but continued to hold, waiting for them to leave.

"You're not coming with us, Betty?" Anne asked.

Betty shook her head. "No, there are some more- That is, there are some prisoners I have to check up on while I'm down here."

Both of the Possibles shot each other silent looks, their eyes filled with questions only they could understand. They had caught Doctor Director's slipup, but chose to keep their mouths shut, and headed down the hallway following her instructions.

Ward A was easy enough to find, and entering it gave Anne the sense that it was a high security hospital. The doors, though sporting the same crème color scheme, were all doubly reinforced, and many of the windows high up on them seemed to be bullet proof. Guards idled about as well, while even the Doctors seemed to fit to be in their field, most likely all having served in the military, or GJ itself, before applying.

Observation Five was similar to many of the surgery rooms Anne had been in before, or at least the observation room outside it. The biggest difference was that instead of the machines being in the surgery room, it was all waiting out, presumably across a bullet-proof one-way mirror from the person being observed. Readouts were plugged into many scanners that Anne had never witnessed in action before, some capable of reading Kim's heart rate without so much as touching her, while others kept a continuous scan of her brainwaves.

Despite all the technology surrounding the one-way mirror, both Possible's felt their eyes automatically drawn to the person on the other side of it. Neither could escape the sudden lump in their throat, or the painful tug that resonated in their hearts.

Sitting alone, huddled into the corner of a bland yet modern cell, was their daughter, Kim Possible. She had her knees drawn up to her chest, and her head resting atop them. It was the stance of a scared child, hiding from monsters in her closet, only her arms and legs were shackled together with thick chains, and her face bore a exhausted and empty expression.

"Kim, what have they done to you?" Anne whispered to herself.

"We haven't done anything, this was the way she was brought in." Both Possibles whirled around at the sudden voice behind them, to find a middle-aged doctor in a lab coat standing suavely at the door. He had entered the room silently, to silently to have opened the door right behind Anne. "From the looks of it, the machines inside her brain are fighting with her personality, which is why she appears so exhausted. One of them is always trying to one-up the other, whenever the EEGs show her beta or gamma waves falling and an increase in alpha, theta, or delta waves, the signal from the machines will spike."

"So, it's not letting her sleep?" Anne asked, absorbing the information as she looked over her daughter once more, then across to the readouts about the room.

James didn't have a part in the conversation, and had been looking about the room curiously, keeping one eye on his daughter most the time. He'd found a screen that did interest him though, information extracted from the various tests Kim must have been put through over the night. One specific set detailed as much as they could about the machines.

"Do you think it's trying to replace her brain waves with something else's?" Anne asked as she studied the charts.

The doctor, now standing beside her, nodded. "It's possible, at least for a device this advanced. It's not possible for any of our current technology though, and I don't know what we could do to stop it without damaging her in the process."

Anne chewed on her lip for several moments. "So these signals are emulating brain waves?" Her only response was another nod. "How is she holding up then? Is there any clear sign if she's winning against them?"

The doctor opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. "I can't say for sure. But the machines are hitting her consistently, and we still have no idea what will happen when she does fall asleep."

Anne nodded, still chewing her lip thoughtfully. James rested a comforting hand on her shoulder, and she turned to look him in the face, pain apparent in her eyes. "Then, I guess we're going to have to get to work." He told them, handing her a file he had found in his browsing.

It was almost an hour later when Betty finally finished her rounds of the other prisoners, various misfits, villains, and mutants that needed Global Justice's unique care. Her first stop was the Possibles in A-Five, where she found them, and the head scientist on the Possible case, all crowding a table that hadn't been there when she checked last. Various files lay scattered across the table, but a cursory glance told her than most of the brain scans and the synthetic waves lay piled on Anne's side of the table, while the scans of the devices themselves lay on James' side.

Zarkov, the Global Justice scientist, had a mixed scattering of the two, and was spending most of his time translating between the rocket scientist and the brain surgeon. In just a short hour, James had learned more about the brain than he had in college, and Anne had learned more about nanobots than she'd ever wanted to.

"Any progress?" Betty asked as she entered, standing off to the side of the three.

James was the one to look up first, pursing his lips and shaking his head. "Not yet, but there's something about these biomachines."

"Like what?" She asked, with her eyebrow raised.

"I don't know yet, but I've seen something exactly like this before. You have to understand, these are all from medical scanners, nothing like we use at our labs."

Anne had a similarly distraught look on her face, but the Possibles' never-give-up attitude was shining through. "I've never seen anything like them, and I don't know what we could do about it. They're all so small, and placed everywhere around the brain. To perform surgery and filter them all, we'd have to remove her brain from her skull." She adopted a disgusted look at that, still looking down at the brain scans. "And probably remove her head while we're at it."

Kim was still in the same position she had been when Betty checked up on her nearly four hours ago, huddled away in the corner. She stood at the mirror now, looking across and down at the young girl, who had, just weeks ago, still fought to save the world under Betty's watchful gaze.

"So we really just have one option then?" Betty asked the three behind her, all of whom shot her curious glances. "Find the people who're doing this to her."

All three nodded, and James spoke up, "Do you have any leads?"

"Doctor Drew Lipsky," She stated, straight to the point for once. "We first started noticing odd results to her physicals when she returned from that mission, three months ago. I had my physicians make sure going into space at short notice, and down again, hadn't had any adverse effects on her body."

"But?" Anne asked, curious to just what the Director was keeping from them.

"But suddenly she spoke Spanish, and couldn't remember learning it." That caught the attention of all present, none of whom were even aware she had known it.

The intercom piped in, a mechanical, nearly distorted voice, that came from the room adjoined to theirs. "Ah, my head…" Kim muttered, reaching up to rub her eyebrows.

"Kimmie?" Anne muttered. A quick glance at the EEG machines told her than the process Zarkov had told them about was starting up again. Brief spikes of brain waves covered her own, distorting the image until very few scanners could tell where Kim ended and the machines began. The young woman in question seemed to physically pale at every spike, reaching up to cover more and more of her head, and block out the light.

"Shut up!" She shouted. Her eyes were scrunched though, and neither parent had mentioned themselves being there the entire time. Kim had seemed to out of sorts for their company.

"Betty, I need to get in there and take care of my daughter." Anne told the other doctor, standing up from her seat for the first time in an hour.

Betty shook her head. "I'm sorry, but it's too dangerous. What if it is some sort of mind control from Doctor Drakken?"

"That's just a risk I'll have to take." Anne argued, though Betty just continued to shake her head. "There's no way I'm going to be able to convince you, is there?"

"Nope." She responded simply.

"Alright then, I didn't want to have to do this though. James, open the door." With that said, the distraught mother moved towards the observation room door, while James took to the keypad in front of it. The device was from the world's most technologically advanced agency, but even Betty had no doubts the eldest Possible could open it with little trouble.

"Now hold on just a minute," Betty growled. She jumped in front of the doorway, blocking off Anne as she approached.

Anne took two more steps towards her, walking calmly. Two seconds later, Betty found herself lying face-first on the floor, and looked dazedly up to where the redhead was passing her, walking more briskly to where her daughter was thrashing against the wall.

"What the hell was that?" Betty muttered.

Zarkov snorted down at his boss, amusement covering his face. "You got your ass kicked."

James, having cracked the keypad in the time it took Anne to walk across the room, just looked sympathetically down at the woman. "Most of us have learned not to stand in her way, as long as our children are involved that is."

Anne was doing her best to assist her daughter, helping her down, and making her as comfortable as possible. But since the object causing her Pain was less than microscopic, and located around her brain, there was little she could do but fret.

"Kimmie? It's going to be okay, just focus on your breathing, your meditation." The older Possible cooed, massaging her hand while she flicked damp red locks out of her daughter's eyes.

"Mom?" Kim called. She seemed to just realize that the woman was there, and seemed almost disturbed by her presence. "What're you doing here? I'm going to fly into the sun soon, you know. It's to dangerous to be here."

"It's okay, Kim, you're just having a dream." She replied, tears streaking her eyes now. Her daughter, now that she was closer, didn't look half as good as she had hoped. The hollow stare she gave didn't look at her, but straight past her, as if into another galaxy. Her skin was milky white, lacking blood in her face, with sickly rings surrounding her eyes.

"A dream? So Shego's okay?" That gave her a small and happy smile. "Good, I didn't want to go back anyway."

"Back, Kimmie? Back where?" Anne asked.

"Back home. Back," Kim's eyes drifted back into her head, letting off a small yawn, "To Earth." And with that, she fell asleep.