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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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Chapter List
- 1-Destiny Delayed
- 2-Old & New Friends
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Destiny Delayed
Part 2 – Old and New Friends
A half dozen of the Ninja terrorists had come onto the stage where Kim and the other graduates were sitting. They were pushing people about, demanding money, jewelry and anything else that caught their fancy. When one student was too slow to give them what they wanted, he was pushed to the ground and a Ninja stood over him, sword in hand.
“Hey bullies,” said a calm voice.
The Ninjas looked up to see a young red haired woman leaping towards them through the air. She sent the Ninja who had been about to stab the student flying as she hit him feet first in the chest. A flurry of punches and kicks followed that sent black clad Ninjas scattering like bowling pins.
“It is not possible!” cried one of the Ninjas as they tried to regroup.
“No, but real close,” smiled Kim with a wicked smile as she pulled her red hair back from her face. Kim didn’t wait for the Ninjas to attack, but took the fight to them, and in a few seconds, she was the only combatant left standing on the stage. Kim paused and looked out into the audience trying to spot her family amid the confusion and smoke. Distracted, Kim didn’t see the Ninja who had played possum rise up behind her with a throwing knife in his hand, aiming it for her unprotected back.
The Ninja screamed.
Kim spun around and saw the Ninja writhing on the ground, clawing at his eyes. A young blonde man stood beside the Ninja.
“Ron!” exclaimed Kim at the sight of her oldest and best friend.
“Hi KP,” smiled Ron.
“Er, what did you do to him?” asked Kim, gesturing to the writhing Ninja.
Ron held up a small foil package. “Diablo Hot Sauce in the eyes. It works better than mace or pepper spray on robbers. Never leave home without it.”
“My eyes, my eyes,” screamed the Ninja in agony.
“Oh stop being such a baby,” snorted Kim and she reached down and pressed a nerve on the man’s neck and rendered him unconscious. “I thought you weren’t coming?” said Kim turning back to Ron.
“Me too,” admitted Ron. “But we have been best friends since pre-k, I couldn’t miss such an important day in your life.”
“I’m really glad you came,” said Kim with a brief smile and then she looked out into the chaos of the stadium. “I have to look after this mess.”
“I got your back KP, now and forever,” said Ron quietly. “When we were kids, I always thought you were destined to be a hero.”
With another brief nod, Kim moved off into the crowd and dispatching groups of Ninjas as she went. Ron picked up a folding metal chair and followed behind her. It was not a high tech weapon, but he applied it to the head of any Ninja he saw trying to sneak up on Kim.
Out in the audience Dr. Possible worked over her husband. He had been badly hurt by one of the explosions and she had been forced to use CPR to recessitate him. She couldn’t see the twins and all she could do was hope they were ok as she worked on her husband, trying to stop the bleeding.
Suddenly rough hands seized Dr. Possible from behind and she was hauled to her feet and spun around to find herself face to face with one of the terrorists. “Give me your money and jewelry,” snapped the man. “Now!”
“Are you insane?” screamed Dr. Possible. “My husband is badly hurt, I have to help him or he will die!”
“I don’t care,” snarled the man and he lifted his sword. Dr. Possible looked into those cold black eyes and thought for sure she was going to die. She knew her husband would not be far behind her without her attention to keep him alive. Mrs. Possible steeled herself for the blow and thought athat least, she and her sould mate would be together again. Somewhere.
Then suddenly, from out of nowhere came Tim pushing Jim on the wheelchair, both screaming at the top of their lungs. The wheelchair had a wobble to it, but it crashed into the Ninja like a ton of bricks and sent him flying through the air. The crash left the twins lying on the ground, scratched and bruised, but smiling for the first time in years.
“Hick a bicka boo,” said Tim.
“Hoo shaa!” responded Jim as he high fived his brother.
The victory celebration, however, was short lived as a second Ninja appeared out of the smoke, sword raised high to strike down their mother while they lay stunned on the ground. There was nothing that could possibly save their mother.
A hand tapped the Ninja on the back of the neck.
“Excuse me,” said Kim as the Ninja turned and she round housed him with everything she had and sent the hapless Ninja flying twenty feet to crash limply to the floor.
“That’s my Kimmie cub,” said a weak voice and the family turned as a group to see Mr. Possible smile wanly at them for a second before slipping back into unconsciousness.
“That was the last of the terrorists,” said Kim reassuringly as Mrs. Possible knelt down beside her husband to continue her ministrations.
“How is he?” asked Kim in a worried voice as she knelt beside her mother.
Mrs. Possible looked at her daughter. She thought about lying, but knew Kim deserved the truth. “It’s bad. I need to get him to an operating room soon or he won’t make it.”
“That could be a problem,” muttered Kim. “The terrorists took out the power grid for this entire area. It slows down the response of the authorities and it ups the casualty rate. We have state of the art operating rooms here at the university, but no power. Keep him alive mom, I will see what I can do.”
Kim stood up and surveyed the stadium. The dean was cowering behind the podium on the stage and no one seemed to be taking charge. It looked like it was up to her. Kim raced to the stage and began to issue orders. She saw a number of her fellow medical graduates. “Jones, Wong and Luzinzki! Clear the east end of the stage and set up a triage area stat. Lee, Burke, Williams and Olson grab some of those football jocks for orderlies and start canvassing the stadium. Move it people!”
“But we don’t have any supplies!” wailed a bedraggled Julia Wong..
“Just start clearing the area,” ordered Kim. “I will get you supplies. Ron, get to the medical building and bring me supplies.”
“I’m on it KP,” acknowledged Ron and he sprinted towards the medical building.
Kim spotted another familiar face in the crowd. “Brick, you and your buddies tie up those Ninjas and you don’t have to be any too gentle with them.” Brick smiled eagerly and rounded up several of his friends to help out in the security detail.
Ron reached the medical building and quickly found a storage room for medical supplies. He tried the door. Locked. “Damn,” said Ron and then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pink ball. “Rufus buddy, wake up. I need you.” Rufus was very old for a naked mole rat and he spent most of his time sleeping these days. Ron knew with sadness that it would not be much longer before Rufus didn’t wake up from one of these naps, but he hoped his friend still had the energy left to help in this sitch. Rufus uncurled himself, stretched and looked at Ron though eyes foggy with cataracts
“Huh?” asked Rufus sleepily.
“Major trouble little buddy,” replied Ron. “Kim needs our help. I have to get into this storage room. Can you go through the air vent and open the door?”
Rufus nodded and Ron held the rodent up to the air vent. Rufus scrambled through and Ron heard several thumps and bumps as Rufus stumbled through the vent. There was silence for a moment and Ron held his breath. Suddenly the door opened and Rufus stood smiling up at ron. “Ta da!”
“Way to go Rufus!” cried Ron as he scooped up the naked mole rat and put him back in his pocket. Ron quickly loaded a cart with everything he could grab and hurried back to the stadium at maximum warp.
“That’s one problem solved,” said Kim as she helped unload the supplies and distribute them to the other med students. The injured were being identified and sorted according to the severity of their wounds and there was a constant stream of them being brought to the triage area Kim had set up. “We still need power to run an operating room. The bastards took out the emergency generators as well as the main power. If the pattern of previous attacks holds, they also blew up key roads leading to the university so the authorities won’t be able to get here any time soon.”
“I think I can help with the power,” said a voice. “At least enough for one operating room.”
Kim looked around and spotted a teenaged black boy. He looked like he had been a fat kid who had just hit a growth spurt and his body wasn’t quite sure what to do with itself.
“Who are you?” asked Kim.
“My name is Wade. I, um graduated from here seven years ago and I was supposed to be the guest speaker today.”
“The Wade Load who all the profs talk about? The super genius?”
Wade blushed and tried to wipe some of the dist off his ripped suit. He gave up and muttered something about it not fitting very well anyway. “Yep, that’s me, “admitted Wade.
“How can you power one of the operating rooms?” asked Kim dubiously.
“I can do it,” said Wade confidently.
“Ok, I have nothing to lose,” said Kim. “Julia? Who is the worst hurt?”
“That would be your dad,” replied Julia quietly with a worried look at he rocket scientist whose breathing was shallow and his pulse nearly non existent.
Kim nodded. “Ok, let’s get him on that stretcher and let’s roll people. Wade you are with me.”
Minutes later, in the dark operating room, Wade was fiddling with the power feed and suddenly the room had power. Kim listened for the sound of a generator but heard nothing “How did you do that?” she demanded incredulously.
Wade gestured to where he had connected two small cylinders to the power input. “New type of battery I invented. They store mega power, or at least enough to run the operating room for a couple of hours.
“You rock Wade,” said Kim with a smile.
Mrs. Possible surveyed the operating room. This was her territory and she knew what to do. “Ron, come with me and scrub up. You just became a nurse! Wade you monitor the equipment. Kim, you and your father are the same blood type and he is going to need a lot of blood.”
“He can have all that he needs,” said Kim grimly.
Ron paled at the thought of assisting in a surgery since he tended to faint at the sight of blood if he cut himself shaving. He thought about protesting, but he saw the fire in Mrs. Possible’s eyes and a similar glow in Kim’s eyes and he shut up before he even opened his mouth.
It was an hour later when Mrs. Possible stepped away from the operating table. Kim looked up from where she was laying on a gurney, a bandage on her right arm. “Mom?” she asked trying to get up and finding the room spinning.
“Stay down Kimmie,” ordered Mrs. Possible. “I think your dad is going to be ok, but I took a lot of blood out of you and you need to lie down and take it easy for a few hours at least.”
Just then Tim and Jim arrived with Jim installed in a new wheelchair and they were pushing another stretcher. Julie Wong was trotting beside it monitoring the injured person. “This is the next worst case,” she said breathlessly and looked to Mrs. Possible for instructions.
“Get her on the table,” ordered Mrs. Possible. “Wade, can those batteries last another hour?”
“No problem,” said Wade monitoring the equipment.
Mrs. Possible nodded and ordered the twins to push their father into the recover room and stay with him. Her heart was torn in two as she desperately wanted to be with her husband, but her duty as a doctor came first and she turned back to the new patient. “Ok then, on three, Ron and Julie lift her onto the operating table.”
The second operation was nearly over when the main power finally came back on. Despite her mother’s protests, Kim was already back on her feat and directing the traffic as the other operating suites were brought on line and staffed by her fellow students. The authorities arrived a little later and began to take the terrorists into custody and clean up the mess. Kim breathed a sigh of relief and sank into a chair beside her father so she could monitor his life support readings.
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Bueno Nacho in Middleton. The next day.
“Somebody has to do something to stop them!” cried Kim, slamming her fist on the table.
“Amp down KP,” cautioned Ron. “Your dad is going to be ok. We are all ok.”
“No we are not!” insisted Kim. “As long as there are freaks out there like Drakken and Monkey Fist and the rest who think they can do whatever they damn well please.”
“But you can’t save the world all by yourself,” insisted Ron, “and…”
“And what?” demanded Kim.
“And you don’t have to,” mumbled Ron. “I said I would watch your back, so you can count me in, so that means you aren’t alone. There are two of us.”
“Make that three,” said a voice from the booth behind them. Kim and Ron spun around to see Wade sitting there, previously unnoticed.
“Make that five,” said two voices in unison as Tim pushed Jim through the door of the restaurant.
“I think Team Possible is born,” said Ron with a smile. “Let the bad guys beware!”
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