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Destiny Delayed	By : KimberlyAnnPossible Category: Kim Possible > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 7733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Destiny Delayed
What if there had not been a typo on Kim Possible’s first mission? How would the future have changed?
For those that care about such things there is no sex in this episode. I make no promises one way or the other about future chapters or even if there will be more chapters. I just felt like writing something different than my usual smut.
McHenry felt sweat running down his face as he gingerly typed on his laptop computer using his foot. That fool Paisley had pressed the red button. Everyone knew you NEVER pressed the red button. Only a total moron would press a red button. The laser grid had been activated and now they were trapped in its deadly ruby web of laser beams. Their only chance was Team Impossible, a super secret team of mercenaries who were trained to handle situations like this. Sweat blurring his vision McHenry typed www.kimpossible.com with his toes. He was just about to press the ENTER key with his toe when he noticed the typo and delicately used the arrow key and the DELETE key to correct his mistake. McHenry toed the ENTER key and the screen changed to show the logo for Team Impossible. McHenry breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn’t begin to imagine what www.kimpossible.com would have given him. Most likely he would have got a porn site or a 404 error.
A cold, impersonal female voice came over the built-in speakers of the laptop. “Welcome to Team Impossible’s web site. How many we help you?”
“We are trapped in a laser security grid and need rescue immediately,” said McHenry trying to remain calm.
“Yes immediately,” quivered Mr. Paisley.
“Very well,” replied the voice calmly. “How would you like to pay for this rescue? Visa? Mastercard?”
“You charge to rescue people?” asked McHenry in disbelief.
“Of course sir,” said the voice calmly. “If you want the best, you have to pay for it. Now how would you like to pay for this rescue? I have several other calls waiting, so if you would rather try someone else, please feel free. Perhaps there is a cheerleader out there who can help you,” concluded the woman with a slight smirk.
McHenry sighed. “VISA,” he snarled at the woman and read off the number and expiry date.
“One minute while I verify your information,” said the woman and she clicked off the line. Muzak echoed through the room.
“I can’t believe she put us on hold,” cried McHenry as he seethed with anger.
A minute later, the woman finally came back on the line. “Your credit is good Mr. McHenry. Team Impossible is on the way. Please don’t leave the location until they arrive. Thank you for calling Team Impossible.”The screen went back to the logo.
“Leave? Where the hell did she think I was going to go?” grated McHenry as he and Paisley stood there waiting to be rescued. The wait wasn’t too long as a short while later McHenry heard a helicopter touch down on the grass of the front yard and then three blue and gold clad men swaggered into the room. They stopped when they saw the laser grid.
“A McHenry laser grid!” exclaimed Dash Demans, the muscled black leader of the group..
“No kidding,” replied McHenry and he gestured with a shrug of his shoulders towards the remote control which had fallen in the middle of the deadly grid. “Get the control and turn it off!”
Dash looked at the controller. “That controller is impossible to get to. No one could do it. I have a simpler idea.” Dash walked over to the breaker panel on the wall and started to flip the breakers one by one, intending to cut the power to the grid.
“No!” screamed McHenry. Too late. Dash flipped the breaker for the grid and the grid died for the barest fraction of a second before the backup generator kicked in. The automatic defense system for the grid also kicked in and redoubled the density of the beams in the room. There was the brief sound of five sizzles and then the room was empty. Little piles of ashes marked where McHenry, Paisley and the three members of Team Impossible had stood. In one horrible instant, the world lost three high priced champions of crime fighting and even worse, its greatest champion never came to be.
A month later at the estate sale for the effects of Mr. Paisley, a small, round, dark haired woman in glasses bought up Paisley’s entire collection of cuddle buddies.
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Eight years later.
Kim Possible stood staring out her dorm room window at the campus. It was graduation day and she should be happy. Instead, she couldn’t shake the black mood that descended over her, a mood that had started to fall on her years ago and just continued to deepen. In public, she tried to put up a good front and smile and laugh and pretend everything was fine. In private, and in her heart, she knew everything was far from fine. The world was a mess and it was getting worse. It wasn’t her fault, she told herself. It would be totally illogical and even delusional to think that the problems of the world were her fault, but she still had this nagging feeling that they were somehow her fault.
When had it started? Probably with Milwaukee. A fairly unknown (at the time), mad scientist named Dr. Drakken had turned Milwaukee into nothing more than a slowly cooling puddle of magma. Most of the people had managed to flee the devastation, but a lot of lives had still been lost. Drakken had tried to set up his own country in the shattered landscape of Wisconsin. He even named it something lame like Drakkenville. The army had been sent in and with significant losses, had finally driven Drakken out.
Drakken’s next strike had been equally devastating. He used some kind of weather control machine to attack Canada. He generated a huge snow storm that dumped six feet of snow on the northern country. The water to make the snow had come from the Great Lakes and the resulting effect on the climate and the shipping in that area triggered a depression that rivaled the dirty 30s. The only place apparently not affected was Saskatchewan. The residents of that western province imply got out their snow blowers, cleared the sidewalks and waited for spring. Again, the arm had finally managed to drive Drakken out of his newly renamed Drakanda, but the damage was slow to heal.
There had been no one to stop Drakken’s mad plots on those two occasions. If the world had super villains, shouldn’t it have super heroes as well? A hero would have nice for Nevada a year or so later when another mad scientist type had wiped the entire state off the map with some kind of stolen pan dimensional vortex gizmo..
After that, things just got worse and worse. An insane Lord Monty Fist had showed up out of nowhere with some legendary weapon called the Lotus Blade. This time when the arm y was sent to stop him, it was obliterated. Monkey Fist, as the madman now called himself, established himself as the supreme ruler of much of Africa and Asia. As a last ditch attempt to try and stop the genetically mutated madman, they had tried to nuke him palace. A good part of North Dakota was now a glowing radioactive cinder where the bombs had detonated in their silos before they could be launched. Further attacks against Monkey Fist had stopped after that point. Again there had been no one to stop Monkey Fist. But how could any one person have stopped him? It was ludicrous to think about heroes able to do that in a world gone mad.
On and on it went. Every other month it seemed that Drakken ravaged the world with some doomsday weapon and was barely driven back by armies that took heavy losses in the process. Maybe the worst had been Japan, though that had not been Drakken’s doing. The entire island with hundreds of millions of people had to be evacuated as yet another madman attacked it with some type of mutant plant life. Of course, they had not been able to evacuate all those people. Kim shuddered, recalling the new stories detailing the fate of those trapped on the island. Japan was still quarantined, and despite massive bombardments with Agent Orange, the island was still totally covered in lush green and very hungry foliage.
The world was sinking into madness and today she was graduating from med school. With all the calamities the world faced, Kim had wanted to do something to try and help people. She decided to become a medical doctor like her mother. She was not going to be a neurosurgeon, but a plain old GP who could help with the thousand and one troubles that people faced every day. Kim planned to join the Doctors Without Borders program and travel to anywhere in the world where disaster struck. She desperately wanted to make a difference. In her heart though, she feared that there was little if anything that one person could do in the face of the madness that was gripping the world.
Kim sighed. It had taken her a while to decide on this path. She had tried out for cheerleading in high school and had made the squad. She had quit cheerleader a few months later, unable to find any fulfillment in prancing around in a short skirt and cheering the boys on in their stupid games. She had tried sports herself and had found that only slightly more fulfilling. Sure, she had been successful at it. She had captained the woman’s soccer team to a gold medal at the Olympics, but even as she stood on the podium, she felt hollow inside. Something was missing and she didn’t know what. She had tried meditation and the martial arts to try and “find her center”. She was now a black belt in over twenty different forms of unarmed combat, and she still had not found her center.
Kim heard a car door slam and that broke her out of her reverie. She looked down and smiled as she saw her parents moving towards the dorm building. She saw her brothers and her smile dimmed. Tim was pushing Jim in his wheelchair. Kim remembered the day of the accident and blinked back a tear. The tweebs had been trying to duplicate one of Addrenalynn’s stupid stunts. The bungee cord had broken and Jim broke his spine. He had been lucky to live, the doctor’s had said, but he would never walk again. Kim fought back more tears, plastered a fake smile on her face and turned to walk to the elevator and meet her family.
“Kimmie cub!” exclaimed her father as he stepped off the elevator and gave her a hug. Kim’s mother duplicated the embrace when her father finally released her.
“I am so proud of you Kim,” said her mother and she didn’t bother to hide her tears. Kim moved over to her brothers and gave them a hug as well. Once, they would have recoiled with disgust at a hug from their big sister, but now they just gave her an awkward hug back. Since the accident, the two had gotten much quieter, sometimes too quiet.
“We should get going to the ceremonies,” said Kim. “We can leave the car here and walk.”
Mrs. Possible noticed that Kim seemed to be looking for someone else and sighed. “I am sorry Kimmie, but Ron didn’t come. He said Saturday was a busy day for him.”
Kim sighed. She had hoped Ron would come to her graduation, but they had slowly been drifting apart. Now it seemed like the old tie was completely severed. After high school, Kim had been determined to go to university and her grades were good enough to give her the choice of any school she wanted. Ron had marinated through high school and even Middleton Community College had rejected his application. Ron had ended up back in fast food. For the last four years he had been the manager of the Bueno Nacho in Middleton and it seemed like he was destined to spend his life serving naccos. The last time Kim had been home, she had tried to talk to Ron, but there was too much bitterness and despair in Ron for them to connect. Still, she had hoped against hope that he would come. Ron had been her best friend ever since preschool and there had always been the possibility of them being something more, but that too had never happened. Kim had gone to the senior prom with Josh Mankey while Ron worked an overtime shift at Bueno Nacho. It had not felt right. Somehow, Kim had the feeling as she danced with Josh that night, that it was not supposed to be like this. It was a feeling she still had until this day.
Kim shook her head to clear the memories and again put on her best fake smile and followed her family outside. The campus was abuzz with activity and everywhere graduates and their families hurried towards the football stadium for the graduation ceremonies. There had been a terrorist alert issued the previous day, but that didn’t seem to have curbed the excitement in the air. Some government agency had warned of possible attacks on university graduation ceremonies, but the spring weather was just too nice for anyone to really take it seriously. It couldn’t happen, people thought. Someone would stop it from happening. Everything would be fine.
Wrong.
Kim had just taken her seat among the other graduates when the first bomb went off. They had marched into the stadium and Kim was sitting on the raised stage, trying to spot her family in the audience when all hell broke loose. Later, she heard there were t here four explosions. In the noise and screaming after the first explosion, Kim had not kept track. Then the men with guns appeared. They were dressed like Ninjas, covered head to toe in black. As Kim gaped in shock, the men began to rob the people. They stepped over the blood covered corpses and demanded money and valuables from anyone still alive.
Kim caught sight of her parents in the audience. They had been close to the location of the first bomb. Kim could see her father lying on the ground, her mother crouched over him. It looked like she was performing CPR on her father and they were both covered in blood. Kim could not see Tim and Jim.
At that sight, something snapped inside of Kim Possible. Her green eyes narrowed in anger and a look of determination came over her face. Someone was going to have to stand up and stop this madness. Someone was going to have to make the evil doers pay for their crimes. By now, several of the modern Ninjas had reached the area where the graduates were standing in shock. The Ninjas waved their guns threateningly. Kim turned her gaze on the advancing Ninjas and removed her graduation gown. Under it she had been wearing a black belly top and a pair of green cargos from Club Banana. It was an outfit she had word often as a kid when playing make believe spy games with Ron. She had worn it under her gown to remind her of Ron on this special day. Kim folded her gown and put it on the seat of her chair. She took off her mortarboard cap and placed it neatly on top of the gown. Yes, she thought it was time someone did something about the mess the world was in. Kim turned an moved towards the Ninjas.
The End
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