This story was created for two reasons: to improve my witty dialogue writing skills (what I consider to be my weakest attribute) and to practice for a current novel I'm writing that has a very similar setup. I'm literally writing this plot as I think of it and have given no consideration to character relationships past Kim and Shego's friendship. Anyone can literally end up with anyone, so we'll just see where the writing takes me. Perhaps some feedback can give me adequate reasoning to put certain characters together. :3

I will start the story rather tame, but it will delve into some non-teen related themes, even sexual ones. If you have a problem with sixteen year olds in sexual situations, then it's probably best to bridle your loins.

Kim Possible in its entirety is owned by Disney and I do not take credit for the property.

Kim Possible: Reaching You

Chapter 1

A lone man raised his arms into the air, shaking uncontrollably from the weapon threatening him. He'd always used this particular back alley for shortcuts ever since he was a kid and it had always been one of the safer areas in Middleton. Today, however, his shortcut was interrupted by a man with a gun; a gun currently so close to his face he could make out the small, intricate designs of the inside of the barrel.

"Money or your life," the thug spoke gruffly.

This particular hoodlum was young, but he brandished the weapon with clear familiarity and purpose. The victim really didn't see many alternatives to his predicament and the options given to him seemed easily decidable.

"Ok, ok," the victim said softly as he slowly, ever so slowly, reached for his wallet.

He had no cash, so he prayed the thug would accept credit or debit. The man's teeth chattered as he felt the leather of his wallet and was in the midst of grabbing it with an increasingly shaky hand when someone exploded into the alleyway at the end farthest from them.

Both occupants looked to see a young girl racing towards them, fiery red hair trailing behind her. She was young, mid-teens, and had a sufficiently panicked look on her face. Her clothes were quite normal, midriff revealing short sleeve and loose fitting jeans, but it was the school bag thrown over a single shoulder that told them she was a student of the nearby Middleton High School.

"I'm late!" she echoed down towards them, apparently her way of telling them to part the waters, else be plowed over.

The victimized man had just enough time to think to warn her to stay away when the girl's face scrunched into a determined glare directly towards the villain. She ducked low, increasing her speed as she neared. The both of them were so dumbfounded by this occurrence that they didn't even react until the girl had neared them, leapt into the air, and absolutely rocked the robber with a flying kick to the jaw.

He was out before hitting the ground and the girl simply sailed past them, landed in a roll, and continued her mad dash.

"Sorry, late for school, no need to thank me, have a nice day!" she cried, her voice diminishing with the distance she easily covered.

The man glanced at the downed robber, now sufficiently unconscious, and then back to the redhead as she disappeared over the horizon. His arms stayed up for seconds later until he realized what had happened had, indeed, actually happened.

With a sigh of relief, he eventually counted his lucky stars that the girl had showed and wondered who she could be. She must have been a very unique girl to have accomplished what she had. He wondered what went through the mind of such a person as he placed his hands in his pockets and continued away from the alley he would probably avoid taking from now on.

Shit! I am so, so late! Barkin's gonna' break a record with the amount of hours of detention I'm getting! Aaaarrghh!

Kim Possible at least took some kind of solace from the fact she'd halted a clear robbery on her way to school and didn't even let it slow her down but for a few scant moments. Sadly, she also noticed, midway through her kick, that she'd put on two separate pairs of socks when she'd left this morning. Of course she had! Of course this could be the day someone asked her out and they'd see her mismatched socks and they'd fly the coop!

Yes, I would love to eat out with you Friday night! Oh, what's that!? My socks are freakishly mismatched!? I'd hate me too, then!

Oh who was she kidding? She would turn them down in a heartbeat anyways and everyone knew it. That's how it always seemed to happen with her. She shook off those pointless thoughts as she spied her destination in the distance. Middleton High was just as looming as always, even more so because today was her first day as a junior. First day and she was late! That was just cliché enough to be hilarious!

There was no one outside, meaning everyone had already gotten to class. She could imagine the bell ringing any minute now and Barkin just waiting to slam anyone who dared roam the halls after class had begun. Fine then! If she could flying-kick a thug and not bat an eye, then she could infiltrate her class without detection! Anything was possible for a Possible!

She was almost to the doors when she saw, through the glass, two TA's awaiting anyone who dared enter this late. She growled and burned a left, taking the outside of the school and heading for the window of her first period class. Thank God it was on the first floor.

She slowed to a crouching walk, careful to duck below every window up to the one she intended to infiltrate. She exhaled softly, psyching herself up for the task at hand…when the window suddenly opened and a familiar blond stuck his head out.

"Now how'd I know it'd be you, Possible?" he asked in that nasally voice.

Ron Stoppable gave her a slightly derisive grin, but she knew the boy just well enough to know he didn't intend any malice with it.

"Victim of circumstance," Kim offered with a sweet smile.

"Same circumstance that made you late last year?" he raised an eyebrow.

"You could say that. Is the coast clear?"

He turned just enough to scan the classroom, "Teach isn't here yet. I'd suggest a little gymnastics display inside before he does."

He stepped aside to allow her the room she needed to pitch her backpack inside, handspring forward and push her small frame through the serviceable window frame and into the class, startling several students with her antics.

She brushed herself off and picked up her bag as though what she'd done had been no big, "Thanks, Ron."

The blond simply nodded with a proud grin and she was immediately grateful she'd decided to befriend the boy two years ago. He was considered a strange character by most everyone, and he most certainly earned that distinction, but Kim had never shied away from fraternizing with anyone. While their school had their cliques, Kim tried to meet everyone halfway and she had many friends to show for her efforts.

Though Ron wasn't exactly a friend, per say; they didn't have much interaction outside of school besides the random moments she'd met him at Bueno Nacho and they'd eaten together. They were friendly acquaintances and that seemed to be enough for now. It certainly didn't hurt that he frequently dined with the head of the cheer squad, a fact he wasn't ashamed to announce to anyone who questioned his cred.

Kim took her seat in homeroom just in time for their teacher to enter, his nose pushed into the handbook he always carried. He called the room to attention and cracked the knuckles of his tiny hands before beginning.

"Good morning class!" Drew Lipsky (Doctor Drew Lipsky, she reminded herself) said excitedly. "I trust everyone had an excellent summer!"

The class began to voice their combined approval for their awesome summers and disapprovals of their return to Middleton High, but Drew cut them off.

"It was rhetorical! Now, I also trust that everyone came back ready and willing to stuff their brains with knowledge, because that's alllllll we're serving!"

Kim internally chuckled at the blue man, whose diatribes had become legendary throughout the school. Though already in his forties, he was quite capable of going on long winded rants and speeches with nary a warning or invitation. Though bothersome, the students didn't mind as it caused him to miss most of his school lectures, which were honestly much less interesting than his mad monologues.

"Now," he tightened his ponytail, "first thing is always first. We have new students and I trust everyone will make them feel welcome…or the consequences will be dire!"

"Uh, I feel threatened," Ron spoke out. "I don't consider this a healthy learning environment."

"Your input, as always Mr. Stoppable, has been taken into account and immediately discarded. Anything else enlightening to add, or will you resume in coasting through my classes?"

"Coasting hasn't failed me yet," he propped up his feet and smiled that goofy smile.

Everyone, including Kim, chuckled at the blond's innate ability to annoy Dr. Lipsky.

"No one in the history of this world has ever been this deluded," Drew made a show of raising his hands.

"Kanye West."

Drew narrowed his eyes, "You got lucky with that one. Moving on! I shall introduce the new students one at a time, because singling teenagers out builds character. Now everyone be nice!"

The door opened on cue as a tall, statuesque boy sauntered in. He was quite handsome, with a rather large, muscular upper body that unfortunately ended in chicken legs. Somehow, the pants he wore were just as tight as the golden shirt that seemed to strain from every flex of his muscles. Several of the girls in class voiced their approval and even Kim had to admit he was a looker.

Strangely, he carried a single rose clenched between his teeth as he wiggled his eyebrows at the female students and lay across the desk sensually.

"Greetings, peasants," he spoke in a higher pitched accent, either Puerto Rican or Hispanic, "My name is Senor Senior, Junior, but you may have the fortunate pleasure of calling me Junior. I look forward to all of you admiring me."

Aaaaaand the attractiveness took a pitiful nosedive. Talk about a prima donna. Though, in her own way, Kim had to give him props for honesty. In seconds, he'd effectively given everyone everything they needed to know about who he was: nightmarishly delusional. Sadly, she could already hear many of the girls salivating, so at least someone had fallen for it.

"And this," Junior continued as he pulled the rose from his mouth and handed it to Drew, "is for you my sweet…"

Dr. Lipsky merely stared him down with displeasure.

"What is this!?" Junior stood and even gave a little prissy stamp of his foot. "I was told our teacher was female! The rose has become pointless now! Eh, such is life."

He nonchalantly tossed the rose into the crowd and three girls moved inward to catch it like a crowd of doe eyed teeny boppers at a boy band concert being tossed a morsel.

"I feel sorry for anyone who has to follow that," Drew mumbled. "Next!"

The next student entered, a lovely young Asian girl who bowed politely and beamed an innocent smile. She was athletic, but most of her frame was hidden under a loose fitting, sailor style top and long pleated skirt.

"Konichiwa," her voice was soft. "I am Seijitsuna, Yori. I am greatly pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Uuuuh, which one of those is your first name?" Ron asked.

Most of the class rolled their eyes and Kim wondered if the boy had a filter for the stupid things he sometimes said. Astonishingly, the young girl honestly chuckled at his outburst.

"You may call me Yori. I look forward to knowing you."

Ron's face lit slightly and some of his guy friends gave little calls as the new girl took her seat. Afterward, the next student didn't wait to be called before stepping through the door. More little moans of pleasure came from the girls as a handsome Asian with wild, spikey hair took the floor.

He was nicely built and wore very cool looking biker leathers over his clothes. He had the most confident smirk Kim had ever seen as he began to speak.

"Konichiwa, I am Asai, Hirotaka. Seijitsuna-san and I represent the best Yamanouchi, Japan has to offer. I trust our time here will be enlightening."

With that, he flipped a stick of gum into the air and caught it in his mouth. He was certainly going for style as he walked to his desk and gave little finger points and winks to the girls, one of which was Kim herself. Despite herself, she felt a little redness enter her cheeks. Okay, he was really cute and his confidence was certainly going to win him solid points.

"Next!" Drew yelled, yet nothing happened.

Silence reigned for almost a full minute before Drew walked to the door and threw it open.

"I'm calling for you! Take those headphones off!"

A single, loud, exacerbated sigh came from outside and finally the last student entered. There were sounds of slight confusion as everyone took in the new student, a girl whose physical appearance left everyone a tad…befuddled.

She was quite lovely, but her visage gave off an unfriendly, almost confrontational air, which definitely threw off any catcalls she would have obviously gotten due to her looks. Most of her form was hidden underneath loose clothing, a green jacket and black pants with random slices from top to bottom, exposing more of her pale, green skin. Her long dark hair was only slightly hidden underneath a black beanie and flowed all the way to her lower back.

She forsook eye contact with everyone and simply bee lined for the desk furthest back in the room.

"Introductions, please," Drew called after her.

She sneered and returned a single headphone bud into her ear, "Name's Sheridan Go. I suggest not calling on me in class, because I won't answer your questions."

Kim scrunched her face and stared back at the new girl. She clearly wasn't intent on being friendly, but Kim was more grabbed by her name. She'd heard of the name Go somewhere before, but she couldn't quite remember where. Sheridan looked up to meet her eyes and gave her the most blood curdling, evil stare she'd ever received from a human being.

Kim, unaccustomed to being intimidated, simply returned her eyes to the front of the class and tried to ignore the eyes she still felt boring into her back as Drew began his lesson.

With homeroom over, Kim rummaged through her locker for her textbooks and let her mind wander about the new students. They were all interesting in their own right, save for the antagonistic Sheridan. Still, Kim had good reason for mulling over their new guests.

She immediately felt two people take her sides at the lockers as one spoke, "So, woke up late, K?"

Kim sighed dramatically at the tanned girl next to her, already dreading the opportunity to be grilled by Bonnie Rockwaller, "Up all night looking forward to seeing you, B."

Bonnie chuckled and threw an arm around her waist, "Such a flirt. No, I think you were more worried about the new kids and just how delicious of a boy we might be getting. Were you disappointed?"

Kim laughed at the pretty brunette who'd been her best friend since they were both twelve. Bonnie had been the one to introduce her to the world of cheerleading and, though standoffish at first, had eventually adopted Kim into their squad full force. They'd been inseparable and Bon was mostly to thank for Kim being as popular as she was.

"I don't think any of the squad was disappointed," Tara's bubbly little voice giggled. "I think Junior is going to breaking hearts pretty soon if the sheer amount of swooning since this morning is any indication."

Tara Week had been the other constant in Kim's life and their current trio had been devoted as friends since day one. The platinum blonde made little, dreamy sighs as she clearly pictured the gorgeous Latino.

"He could pump me up anytime," Bonnie said, clapping her hands. "But, most importantly, what does Ms. Possible think of them?"

"I think neither have a chance of staying with me," Kim answered, being sure to avoid the more obvious reason for Bonnie asking.

"God, I'm so jealous," the brunette playfully pushed her away. "You have a fifty-fifty chance of sharing a roof with some new boy toy. I wish my sisters would hightail it off to college and open up a guest room already."

This was the reason Kim was giving significant thought to the new students and the reason she was late this morning. Her parents, scatterbrained as they were, had neglected to mention they had volunteered to shelter one of the new students for the year they would be staying in Middleton. Kim had been left this information this morning on a letter posted on the fridge, the verbiage making it seem as though the redhead had been fully aware of this for quite some time.

She supposed she couldn't be mad at her parents. Besides having three kids, herself and the tweebs, they were a brain surgeon and a rocket scientist, two jobs that left very little free time to communicate adequately. Still, that left Kim very little time to mentally prepare for another person to be staying in their house. Her parents were usually gone and the tweebs were usually out building weapons of mass annoyance (WMAs), so Kim was the only Possible really capable of interacting with guests on a consistent basis.

"I could just as easily get either of the girls," Kim shut her locker and began to walk to the next sets of classes with her girls.

"Is that something you'd like?" Bonnie gave her a knowing glance and Kim shook her head and sighed. "Look, I'm just saying: you say one thing, but when was the last time you even kissed a boy?"

"Hello? I dated Timothy Flyte from the football squad," Kim mocked.

"That was for two weeks and that was seven months ago," Tara interjected. "You've gone all sanctified nun on us, K. We're just worried you might be a bit…lonely."

"I have you two goobers," she shoulder bumped each of them. "Besides, I talked to a boy this morning, I'll have you know."

The two girls seemed to brighten at this info, but Kim knew their tunes would change when they found out whom. Speaking of which…

Ron was walking by with his friends as he smiled at her, "Same time, same window tomorrow, Possible?"

"I think I should focus on being on time," she smiled back. "Still, thanks for this morning again."

"Anything for you, babe," he then pointed at Tara and Bonnie. "Babes."

Tara politely chuckled, but Bonnie responded with, "Fingers down, nerd, or you lose them."

Unaffected by her venom, Ron simply clicked his teeth and walked away, his regular posse of geekdom in tow. Ron was a nice guy, though a bit chauvinistic at times. Kim didn't hold it against him, as she admired his ability to be so confident without much to offer besides charisma. He wasn't that handsome, he wasn't in great shape, and he had absolutely no idea how to talk to a girl.

"Ugh, of all the people you could talk to," the brunette was salty now. "Ron Stoppable?! The geek platoon leader?!"

"They're nice and polite," Kim defended. "Why snuff them when they're always so friendly?"

"Because our popularity diminishes by a small percentage every time we fraternize with them and I'll be damned if my social status suffers because you're so sweet."

"You like it when Kim is sweet and you know it," Tara grinned cockily at her. "Besides, you'd be melting like butter if Brick Flagg called you a babe."

Bonnie's features immediately calmed, "Oh, I'd be doing more than melting with Brick."

The brunette was suddenly lost to whatever perverted fantasies she hid in that pretty head of hers and Kim gave Tara a thankful wink as they made it to class. All day, the redhead wondered about the new kids and, when she was able, took a moment to welcome them to their city and school.

Yori was first and was an absolute delight to speak with. She was very friendly, respectful and was overtly curious about the multitude of what she referred to as "American style customs". She seemed to be intelligent, yet very naïve to the workings of a country outside her own, which made her adorable to most of the students.

Junior was…an ass, plain and simple. As she'd approached him, he'd balked her advance by stating he had no more room in his pockets for love letters. Her first thought was to point out that his ridiculously tight pants possessed no pockets, but she instead informed him she was simply saying hello. He chuckled as though he didn't believe her and made light conversation, mostly pertaining to himself. She could only stomach a few minutes of this before lying about needing to be elsewhere and hurrying away to vomit out the condescension she'd indirectly absorbed.

Hirotaka was the inverse version of Junior, at least attitude wise. He was very soft spoken, but every syllable conveyed a sense of confidence. He knew how good he looked and, judging by his physique, he had much to brag about. He was also very complimentary of Kim, correctly deducing she possessed some form of martial arts training simply by her mannerisms and she assumed he could claim the same. He also called her radiant, but in just enough of a serious way that it didn't come off as hokey. She kind of liked Hiro and clearly wouldn't mind having him in her home.

Then, there was Sheridan. Kim should have known what she was getting into if her lunchroom conversation with Bonnie wasn't any indication. They'd stared at the new girl as she sat and ate her meal at a lone table and even rudely deflected anyone who attempted to sit with her.

"One hundred percent, Grade A super bitch," Bonnie said matter-of-factly. "That seems to be the going consensus for her."

"I think I've seen her before," Kim pondered aloud.

"You should. She's the daughter of the mayor of Go City. So, she's rich and a bitch."

That was it. Kim had seen the galas that the Go family hosted on multiple occasions on television; high money celebrations for charity or simply for no other reason than to spend money. She remembered the Go parents, mayor Myra and her husband Ouren, proudly showing off their five children. Kim recalled distinctly that the lone female child, Sheridan, always seemed as though she didn't really want to be there.

"Word is," Tara continued the campfire style story, "she was kicked out of her previous school in Go and her parents shipped her here. She's basically been exiled to Middleton for a year until Go High evaluates if they'll allow her back in."

"Your parents know the Go's, don't they?" Bon asked Kim.

"Not really," the redhead still watched the girl. "They've raised money for my dad's programs and my parents have attended some of their galas, but I don't think they've spoken outside of cordial."

"I kinda' understand her attitude," Tara, ever the voice of understanding, said. "Imagine being forced away from your friends and family and dumped into a school where you know no one. It must suck."

"Who's to say the little Ms. Priss attitude wasn't the reason she was kicked out?" Bonnie, ever the skeptic, rebutted. "Maybe she's misunderstood or maybe she's just a smarmy cunt."

"Language," the blonde stuck out her bottom lip and wagged a finger.

"I guess there's only one way to find out," Kim said and casually stood to walk to the lone girl.

"She's so brave," Tara said in awe.

"It's pronounced 'stupid', sweetheart," Bon sighed.

Kim ignored their reverie and focused on the green girl, who merely dabbed at her food and seemed lost in whatever music her earphones granted her. She'd had those contraptions on all day, her way of shutting out the world no doubt. Kim internally admonished herself for that thought.

Don't judge her prematurely. No one knows what she's thinking, what she's been through; all these rumors do is make students preconceive things that might be wholly untrue. Give her space and outright murder her with kindness. Could she be any worse than Junior?

Kim calmly sat next to the girl, who responded by barely glancing in her direction with that same antagonistic stare from earlier. The redhead wasn't intimidated this time. She instead responded with a warm smile of her own. Sheridan calmly removed her ear buds before speaking.

"I guess I wasn't as clear this morning as I'd intended," her voice dripped sarcasm and bile.

"You were quite clear," Kim said as kindly as she could muster. "I saw you run everyone else away and I expect the same, but before you do, I just wanted to at least welcome you to Middleton and offer any kind of help or…I dunno', offer an ear if you need one."

The raven haired girl stared her down, almost pierced her with those emerald eyes. She seemed to be gauging her, though she didn't blink or even speak.

Kim decided to take even more of the initiative, "My name is…"

"Kim Possible," the girl finished for her. "Head of the cheer squad, A Honor Roll student, Beta Club standout and all around poster child for over-achievement."

Kim's befuddled brain could only respond with, "You forgot that I'm very active in community service."

She almost snorted, which would have been close to a genuine laugh if it hadn't been dunked and drowned in derisive condescension, "I guess we all aren't as perfect as you, Princess. I know who you are; everyone knows you. And, out of respect of you attempting to level with me, I'm going to spare you the embarrassment of tucking your tail and walking your cute little butt back to your table by standing up and leaving myself."

Kim could only freeze as the girl made good with her word and stood. She leaned down before walking away and Kim could almost feel the resentment, the abject distaste this teen carried around with her as she spoke her departing words.

"I'm saying this only once, so listen closely. I don't want any friends. I don't want your kindness. So, if you'd be so kind: Fuck. Off."

Kim clenched her fists and tried to swallow the sudden burst of anger that swelled inside her chest. She gripped the seat and inhaled deeply, very aware that she'd always had a problem with overreacting, but that would do absolutely no good in this situation. It was the reason she'd taken up light martial arts recently: she tended to be emotional and she needed a way to control it. It had worked wonders thus far, but now was not the time to turn the other cheek.

Without looking, Kim caught the girl's jacket sleeve as she was leaving and stood up to stand face to face with her. They were the same height and they locked eyes as the emerald orbs seemed to catch fire. The redhead even noticed the girl's hand slowly leave her pocket and ball into a fist, the indication abundantly clear: she was fully intent on swinging on Kim if she needed to. It seemed Kim wasn't the only one with violence issues.

Kim knew she was scowling, so she softened her features, "If hitting me will make you feel better, then do it. Just don't think that you have to do this alone."

Sheridan's eyes slightly widened for a split second before she simply jerked her sleeve free and continued her journey away from the redhead. Kim watched her go and didn't realize until seconds later that the ambient noise of chatter had died down to silence as the entire room focused on her.

She spun and smiled innocently, "She needed directions to the bathroom. Haha, such a nice, polite girl."

She fake laughed all the way to her seat with the girls and sat down with a defeated huff.

"So, on a scale of pathetic?" Bonnie chided warmly.

"I'd say she scored right above that crappy Nicki Minaj "Anaconda" music video," Tara prodded Kim's side.

"Ooooh, Tara has claws today," the brunette made scratching motions as they giggled together.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you guys?" Kim deadpanned.

"What were you expecting, K? She clearly has issues."

"We all have issues, Bonnie. Doesn't mean they have to stay."

Bonnie, for as cynical as she could be, still took a moment to place a comforting hand on Kim's and give her a smirk, "I know what you're thinking, Kim, and I really admire you can think it, but some people just can't be reached. Even you can't do everything."

She smiled gratefully at her friend, but the insides of her mind were already aflutter with challenge. Kim was a perfectionist, sometimes unfairly so, and she made peace with that and tried her best to not force that on other people. Still, there was one pet peeve she would never be rid of and that was when anyone told her something was impossible. Nothing was impossible!

Kim was far more resolute than a sixteen year old could ever be and she was proud of that tenacity. It had come in handy more times than she could count and this time would be no different. Let Sheridan have her moment to sulk, to shut everyone out; if Kim had her way, that would be over in no time.

She looked at the door the girl had exited through, remembered the weight the girl seemed to carry that made her shoulders sag with every step. That weight would be gone. She swore it.

Look out Sheridan Go! Kim Possible is going to befriend the shit out of you!

A/N: Tara's last name is a play on her voice actress's name, Tara Strong. I'll also be going by the last names I've already given with Necessary Changes.

BTW, I have a very large fic called Kim Possible: Necessary Changes. The first major arc is officially 'finished', but I plan a continuation in the future.