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Foundations Laid
By Parareru

I do not own Kim Possible or any of the characters. This is merely the work of an overactive imagination.

The Anointed

Everything hurt. There was nothing in his universe except for the pain. Ron Stoppable stared into the clear sky as the pain continued to embrace him, smothering him in a thick haze. Ever so slowly Ron felt the pain trickle out of his body like water leaking from a broken clay pot. Kim suddenly appeared above him and he smiled weakly. She was just so beautiful. Even with her skin smudged with dirt and streaked with blood and assorted scrapes she was beautiful. Like an angel. Ron wanted to reach up and stroke Kim’s cheek to wipe away the tears that were falling from her eyes, but his arms felt as if they weighed a ton. Ron tried to tell Kim that he loved her, but all that came out of his mouth was a raspy gurgle. Ron closed his eyes in sorrow. Even at the very end he couldn’t do anything right.

Kim knelt beside Ron wracked with guilt. She saw Ron smile upon seeing her and she tried to blink back the tears that were clouding her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Ron,” Kim moaned. “I’m sorry. Please. Be okay.”

Ron’s breath gurgled liquidly in his chest as Kim peeled the bloodoth oth away from the wound. Kim had to struggle to keep from breaking down in tears as she the the ruin of his chest; several ribs had been shattered and she could see pieces of bone poking through his skin. A smoking, blackened hole stared at her accusingly just to the right of his sternum. Ron’s fingers twitched and slowly, as if it were moving through molasses, his hand rose to gently caress Kim’s cheek. Kim seized the trembling hand and held it fiercely as if by merely holding it to her she could pull Ron away from the death that beckoned to him.

“... Not ... killer ...” Ron rasped, each word carrying a bit more of his life away. “... no ... fault...” Ron coughed weakly and Kim noticed in alarm the red spittle that spilled past his ashen lips.

“Don’t talk, Ron. Please. You’re ... you’re going to be all right.” Kim bit her lip and gulped back a sob. “Please, you have to be all t.” t.” Kim heard footsteps behind her and she turned her head to see Shego, still holding Rufus, kneel down beside her. Rufus clambered of Shf Shego’s grasp and sadly nuzzled Ron’s free hand. Shego shook her head sorrowfully at the sight of Ron’s wound.

“Rufus ...” Ron wheezed almost inaudibly and his eyelids fluttered as he drifted closer to unconsciousness. The pain was nearly gone now, he felt so empty in its absence. “Tired ...” he whispered as he willed his reluctant eyes to focus on Kim, who sat there holding onto his hand for dear life. He could barely feel her skgaingainst his own now. She was crying openly and he so desperately wanted to comfort her and tell her everything would be all right.

“Ron. Please,” Kim begged. “You have to stay with me. You can’t leave me.”

Ron’s lips moved soundlessly as he struggled to speak. “L... l... love ... ...” he finally managed to gasp out. “... Al... ways ......” Ron’s voice trailed off and he fell still, his hand pulling heavily out of Kim’s frantic grasp as his eyes closed for the final time.

“Ron?” Kim cried, gently shaking Ron’s still form. “Ron?!” she yelled louder, hoping for some response. “RON!” she howled in absolute despair as she clutched Ron’s body tightly her. “No, no, it can’t be. Not Ron. Please no. Please, not Ron,” she wept, keening in sorrow, denying the evidence she held in her arms.

“He’s gone, Kimmie,” Shego said in honest regret as she laid a comforting hand on Kim’s shoulder.

Ron was gone. His body felt so heavy in her grip. Kim wondered why Ron got so heavy. It wasn’t possible. Ron couldn’t be gone.

Kim held Ron’s body rocking back and forth in her grief as her hot tears splashed on Ron’s pale skin. “Please don’t leave me,” she sobbed. “Come back. Please, Ron. Come back.” She hugged Ron tighter to her. “Please. I love you,” Kim whispered.

“It doesn’t work that way,” Uno’s voice cut like a knife through Kim’s anguish. Kim whipped her head around to see Uno standing behind her, but making no menacing moves. “This is not an animated movie after all.” Kim scowled at the flippant tone of Uno’s voice.

Kim gently laid Ron’s body on the ground and stood up slowly. “You,” she hissed accusingly, her anger bubbling to the surface once more. “This is your fault.”

“Actually, no,” Uno countered as he calmly circled Ron’s body. Kim circled with him, keeping herself positioned between Ron and Uno. “Your beloved lies dead at your feet because YOU lost control. YOU lost focus. Had I been so inclined I could have easily killed you while you stood distracted.” Kim stood there quivering with rage, ready to tear Uno’s throat out. “However, I now offer you a choice to save the life of Ron Stoppable.”

Kim stood stock still, snapped out of her rage and looked at Uno in shock. Her gaze flicked from Ron’s body and back to Uno. “Do it,” she ordered flatly.

“This choice comes with a heavy price. You have passed the advantage and even if you were to kill me now it will not bring your love back to life,” Uno continued as if he had not heard Kim and pointed at Ron. “But his fate and mine are linked in ways you could not possibly understand; his death here and now will surely result in my own. I have the power and knowledge to save both him and myself, but only if you stand aside. That is your choice Kim Possible. Allow Ronald to die and defeat me or save us both.” Uno stopped his pacing and faced Kim. “What is your decision?”

Kim looked from Ron to Uno and back again. If Uno spoke the truth, then the surest way to defeat Uno would be to simply let Ron stay dead. Let Ron stay dead. It sounded so simple and so alien at the same time. Kim looked at Ron’s face. What would it be like to never see his triumphant grin or hear him say booyah ever again? Could she stand to never again have Ron cover her on a mission or hear Ron come up with an off the wall theory for the latest villainous scheme?

Kim bowed her head and stepped aside. “I can’t let him stay dead, not even to beat you.” Kim looked up at Uno, the tears welling in her eyes. “Please, save him.”

“You must do exactly as I tell you or else Ronald will never live again,” Uno cautioned. Kim nodded mutely, praying that whatever Uno was planning would be successful as she knelt by Ron and took hold of his lifeless hand.

Uno knelt beside Ron’s body across from Kim and pulled a small knife from his boot. “Ironic that it should come to this,” Uno whispered as he plunged the blade deep into his forearm and jerked it free in a shower of blood. Kim watched in disbelief as Uno poured the stream of blood into Ron’s open wound and mouth. “Give me your hand,” Uno commanded as reached across Ron’s body for Kim.

Wordlessly, Kim released Ron’s hand and placed her own in Uno’s, following his lead in placing it on Ron’s still chest. She felt the blood slick and cooling underneath her fingers and she cringed in guilt. “I’m sorry,” she whispered tearfully.

“Now concentrate on him,” Uno instructed as he placed his own palm on Ron’s body as well, the blood still flowing freely from his wound. “Remember him as he was in life.”

Kim nodded and gulped back her tears and focused on Ron as images flashed through her mind.

Ron decked out in water wings as he flailed about in the water.

Ron’s broad and eager grin as they cut the ribbon at Bueno Nacho.

Ron as he ran screaming from the monkey exhibit at the zoo.

Ron as he proudly introduced Rufus to her for the first time.

Ron on mission as his pants sailed away from him yet again.

Ron signing her up for the talent show.

Ron confessing his love for her and making love to her.

And Ron. Ron. Ron.

As Kim concentrated a warm, brilliant glow surrounded her and coalesced into a small sphere over her heart. Uno nodded in satisfaction as he took hold of the shimmering ball and guided into Ron’s chest. Slowly it sank into the flesh, leaving no trace of its passage.

“The rest is up to him now,” Uno said as he staunched the gash and rose to his feet giving Kim a measured glance. “I think you’ve given him enough motivation to live.”

“Please, Ron,” Kim whispered, never taking her eyes off of Ron’s face, barely even registering Uno’s words to her. “Come back to me.”

For several heartbeats nothing happened then vibrant color flowed back into Ron like a drop of dye spreading through a pool of water as Kim watched in fascination. Pale flesh gave way to a luminous glow that seemed to radiate from deep within Ron’s body. Kim lightly caressed Ron’s still face as the ashen pallor vanished and she could feel the warmth spread beneath her fingers.

Ron’s eyes suddenly snapped open and he drew in a tortured gasp of air. Every muscle in his body tensed as he let loose a howling scream. Kim winced at the sound of raw pain carried in the scream.

“For one anointed with the blood of the Ascended, the veil of death shall merely be an inconvenience,” Uno intoned solemnly as life returned to Ron Stoppable’s body. While Kim was distracted he slowly pulled Shego to her feet as he stared off into the distance.

“I can’t figure you out,” Shego said quietly, not taking her eyes off of the miracle that was unfolding before her.

“Good,” Uno replied with a mysterious smile. “It’s a part of my charm. We’re about to have company.” Uno pointed towards a trio of dots on the horizon. “GJ units unless I miss my guess. Wade is as efficient as he is reputed to be.”

“So. What now?” Shego asked.

Uno smiled mysteriously again. “I believe it is time for a little vacation.”

Once Ron’s screams had finally died off into a series of pained gasps Kim inspected his wounds. She found the hole in his chest had nearly closed and felt the bones move under the skin as they snapped back into position. Sweat poured down Ron’s face as skin, muscle and bone resumed their original forms and the pain mounted. Finally Ron’s muscles relaxed and he lay on the ground battered and bruised, but whole and very much alive. Kim placed a trembling hand on Ron’s chest and was reassured by its steady rise and fall.

“Kim?” Ron asked as he gazed into the tear streaked face of the girl he loved.

“I’m right here,” Kim replied taking his hand as Rufus squeaked happily.

“No white light, no nothing,” Ron muttered, his voice growing stronger by the second. “I guess I must have just passed out.”

“I guess,” Kim replied automatically through her tears, grateful that Ron was talking at all. Ron was alive! ALIVE! “Don’t scare me like that again!”

“Sorry,” Ron apologized. “What’s that noise?”

Kim looked up and saw that she had completely missed the arriving helicopters while she was entranced by Ron’s resurrection. “I think it’s the cavalry,” Kim said as the choppers circled their position and descended. She looked around the field, but Uno and Shego had already vanished.

***

One week later

“Oh man, does cafeteria lady work nights at the hospital?” Ron whined as he pushed the unappetizing... muck was the only word for it, around on his tray. Ron took several deep breaths and decided that he was notng tng to be beaten by a tray of goo. “Well, down the hatch.” Ron spooned up a large dollop of the gunk and grimaced at the jiggle it made as he brought it closer to his slowly opening mouth. Ron glared at the quivering spoonful and forced his reluctant mouth to open wider still. The spoon was nearly at his lips now; all he had to do was move it another couple of inches and close his mouth around it. Just another couple of inches... “I CAN’T DO IT!” Ron wailed as he flung the offending spoonful away from him.

“Yuck,” Kim grimaced from the doorway wiping at her bare arm where the gelatinous projectile had hit her. “Do we need to make airplane noises to get you to eat your dinner?”

“Kim!” Ron yelled happily, drinking in the beautiful sight of the redhead. After they had been rescued by Global Justice the two of them had been whisked away to the Middleton Hospital and had barely seen each other since. Kim was dressed in her usual green top and blue pants so Ron figured that she must have already been released.

“So how are you feeling, Ron,” Kim asked as she leaned up against his hospital bed. Ron found it odd that Kim didn’t meet his gaze.

Ron flashed a happy grin at Kim. “Well, the view just got a whole lot better,” Ron said as he took Kim’s hand in his own. “But I have no idea why they’re still keeping me here. I’m fine. I’d kill for a chimerito right now though. If I don’t get some nacho in me soon I’m going to have withdrawal symptoms.”

Kim smiled faintly and pulled out a Bueno Nacho bag she had been holding behind her back. “I thought you’d say that,” Kim said. “Just goes to show how well I know you.”

Ron eagerly snatched the bag and peered inside. “You grande-sized!” Ron exclaimed blissfully. “You’re the best, KP!”

“Yeah, the best,” Kim repeated quietly, still refusing to meet Ron’s eyes. She just stared at the sheet covering Ron and for no reason he could tell, Kim’s eyes began to fill with tears.

In a move unprecedented since the Bueno Nacho Grand Opening, Ron carefully set aside the chimerito combo bag and took Kim’s hands into his own again. “Kim, what’s wrong?” Ron asked as he tried angling his head to look Kim in the eye.

“No...Nothing,” Kim sniffed as a fat tear splashed on their joined hands. “It’s nothing, Ron.” Kim valiantly swiped at her eyes and flashed Ron a brief, hesitant smile.

“Kim,” Ron said gently. “It’s not as if you’re really trying to hide your feelings right now. Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

“It might... it might be safer for you not to be around me anymore,” Kim said in a small voice. “I don’t want to risk you getting hurt again, Ron.”

Ron nodded slightly as he realized where this was all coming from. “Does this have something to do with what happened before our rescue?”

Kim nodded and sniffed unhappily. “I went crazy and ... you almost... you were... I don’t want that to happen again.” Kim seemed to shrink in upon herself in misery. Ron hated to see her like this. It just wasn’t natural.

“Kim, it’s not going to happen again,” Ron reassured her. “I trust you. And look. I’m fine.”

“You don’t know that,” Kim insisted stubbornly as she sniffled. “If I can’t control this, the safest place is far away from me.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to hurt me,” Ron chided gently as he squeezed her hand.

“I don’t!” Kim cried in surprise, finally meeting Ron’s gaze. “I love you so much that... that...”

“Then can’t you see that pushing me away would hurt me too?” Ron asked as he released Kim's hands and cupped her face. “I love you, Kim. Let me help you.”

“I’m trying to protect you,” Kim insisted with a stubborn shake of her head as she pulled away from him. Ron gently grabbed Kim’s arm and pulled her into a tight embrace before she could retreat entirely beyond his reach.

“Kimberly Ann Possible.” Kim jumped in Ron’s arms at hearing him use her full name; he had never done that before. “Do you honestly want me to leave; to stay away? If that is what you REALLY want, I’ll do it.”

Kim listened to the beat of Ron’s heart and the fear inside of her slowly faded. “No,” she finally had to answer honestly both to Ron and herself. “You’re everything to me. I need you so much.”

“Then believe me when I tell you that I’m not going to go anywhere. I’ll be right here where you need me,” Ron promised. “Always.”

“I believe you,” Kim said as they finally shared a tender kiss, the first since they had been rescued. “I do need one more thing from you though.” Ron looked at her, waiting expectantly. “When you finally get out you owe me dinner, a dance and a long star lit walk.”

Ron smiled, glad that Kim had remembered his fantasy. “I promise, Kim,” Ron pledged, thinking that things had finally started looking up.

***

“Well, that was a royal fuck-up,” Justine snipped waspishly from the chair she was occupying. “Do you realize just how incredibly lucky you are?”

“Hello, Justine. It’s nice to see you too. I’ve been well and you? Shego sends her regards. I believe that is what is called the art of conversation. Perhaps these holographic meetings are having an adverse effect on your people skills,” Uno speculated as he tossed a small pen through the blonde’s image.

Justine coolly ignored the character assessment and the pen quivering the cushion behind her, exactly where her heart would have been had she really been sitting in the chair. “You realize that by changing Ron Stoppable’s history you may have changed your own and that these changes could cause effects and events that we will be unable to predict.”

“Observe,” Uno said as he held his arm out dramatically. “At no point does the arm become transparent.” With an impudent smirk he reached through Justine’s holographic chest, plucked the pen out of the cushion and held it up for her inspection. “Nor does it become insubstantial. I remain unaffected.”

“I still think it was damn stupid,” Justine scowled. “That and you running off and cavorting with Shego like you have.” Justine leaned forward and looked at Uno intently. “She isn’t the Shego you knew and loved. It isn’t fair to her for you to expect her to be someone she isn’t yet.”

“I don’t care,” Uno said stubbornly. “She is Shego, she is here now and that is all that matters.”

“I swear, sometimes arguing with you is like talking with Stoppable all over again,” the blonde grumbled. “By the way, I finally managed to get into Division 51.”

Uno nodded in satisfaction. “Excellent. It’s good to see that something has gone according to plan.”

“So you want to tell me just what went wrong?” Justine asked.

“Stoppable’s involvement was accidental and unanticipated,” Uno responded with a long sigh. “Apparently, as a youth he possessed a surprising purity of spirit. Amazing how a lifetime of adversity can warp an individual. I find myself needing to rethink everything I know about our major players.” Uno rubbed at his forehead in irritation. “Kim Possible was supposed to kill me and go home in victory. I would have revived eventually and I could have manipulated events safely out of sight.”

“Well, things will get a lot worse before they’ll get any better,” Justine promised as her stern lips twisted in irritation. “IF they get better. Because of the Lazarus effect your blood had on Ron, he’s come under the direct scrutiny of Division 51 far too early.”

“And the effects to the timeline?”

“There’s too much distortion around the next few months ccurccurately predict events,” Justine grumped. “Too many variables remain undefined.”

“We will have to move carefully then,” Uno mused as he considered the new information.

“Said the bull before entering the china shop,” Justine snorted. “One more thing, the new TiNex sensors have picked up a disturbance somewhere in the region of our departure point. They’re nowhere near as sensitive as they would be in our time so I can’t get an accurate read on it. The readings are somewhat odd, but I can tell that it’s definitely not a traveler signature.”

“And what does that mean?”

Justine’s eyes were troubled as she struggled to come up with an answer. “I don’t know,” she finally admitted. “I honestly don’t know.”

***

“Sir, here’s the preliminary analysis on Stoppable’s bloodwork.”

The general flipped through the sheaf of reports and peered over the top of the folder at the doctor. “Is this data accurate?” he asked in a hopeful tone.

The doctor nodded. “It appears that the unknown property we’ve isolated in his blood is somehow ... optimizing the boy’s DNA. If the process completes, then he could very well represent the pinnacle of human evolution.”

“Excellent,” the General said as he clasped his hands around his ample stomach.

“Of course, proper analysis of this property could very well take years. It’s simply fascinating,” the doctor marveled. “One could base an entire career on this alone if it weren’t classified. The possibilities are endless.”

“And is it possible to synthesize this property, mass produce it, Dr. Haynes?”

“I... I believe so, sir,” Haynes answered hesitantly. “But you realize that without proper testing and analysis it would be extremely irresponsible to make use of ...”

“Do you remember what Division 51’s mandate is, Doctor?” the General interjected into Haynes’ caveat.

“Yes sir, the preservation of the human race,” Haynes parroted dutifully.

“Exactly.” The General tapped the fo lyi lying benignly on his desk. “We have just been handed the means to that end.”

“But sir, we have no way of knowing whether the optimizing effects will be duplicated in another subject,” Dr. Haynes protested.

“In that case I believe he will be an ideal candidate for Project Juggernaut,” the General suggested. “I’ll expect the first results on my desk within three months.”

Dr. Haynes was too well trained to debate a direct order. “Yes sir.”

The General smiled broadly. It was not the smile of a happy, well-adjusted individual. “This Ronald Stoppable is already heir to the ‘mystical monkey power’ and master of the legendary Lotus Blade. Now it is possible he could be the most evolved human on the planet. I think I should dearly like to acquire this boy ... for further analysis.”

Definitely not ... THE END

A/N: There. All done. Took me longer than I expected to get the final chapter up. Hope it was worth the wait.

Thanks to all the people who have read and/or reviewed this story. Hope you all enjoyed my little foray into the realm of KP fanfiction. Honestly, when I started writing this I had no idea that it would come out this twisted. Sure, it sort of worked out in the end, but the beginning... Hooboy. I gotta lay off the nacos before bedtime ^_^;

Just as a note I’ve revised this story to operate independently of any other series now. No crossover events in future sequels.

Ink Ink I’ve tossed in enough hints and clues for y’all to figure out who Uno is. It may look like a chicken and egg sort of thing, but don’t worry it’ll work out. I had toyed with the idea early on of making him either Vandal Savage or Slade, but I lacked the background to do a proper job.

I’ll tie off the plot threads I’ve left open here in a couple of sequels.

1. Uno
2. Leviathan
3. Division 51
4. The mysterious TiNex reading
5. Whatever happened to Dr Drakken?

Truth be told I’m not sure how much lemon the sequels may contain, but you can expect K/R.

Stay tuned for the sequel: A Can Of Worms
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