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Prologue: Heritage

Manhattan, NY – November, 1984

The doors in the back of the sanctuary opened, her eyes moved to the front. The sanctuary was decorated in shades of midnight-blue and yellow. They had opted for a small ceremony, only close friends and family were invited. Thomas stood to the right of Rabbi Ezekiel, the chuppah was decorated in the traditional way, with pieces of each person's life, entwined together in a hodgepodge of memories. Victoria made her way down the aisle, she had blonde-hair and brown eyes, dressed in traditional Jewish bridal colors. If one were to look at the audience one would note the difference in the bride's side and the groom's side. The most significant difference being the dearth of people on her side compared to his side, which was full. Her side was almost empty, with only friends, no family, she walked down the aisle alone, not in shame, nor with pride, but with love and determination.

That is not to say that she does not have any family, she knows perfectly well where she came from, who she came from. Her father is a mass-murderer, known for killing for no reason except that he likes doing it. Where most fathers take up golf or carpentry as a hobby her paternal parent kills people. Her mother is a thief, a spy, and a mercenary, who nobody trusts, especially not the people she works for. Yet, it is her brother Graydon with whom she is most ashamed of, because he allows his fear of himself to translate into hatred, disguised as philanthropy. He has even started a grassroots organization called the Friends of Humanity, but one should not be fooled by the name. They are a nothing more than hatemongers, on par the KKK, Skinheads, and Neo-Nazis. Victoria, or Vicky as her friends have dubbed her, has long been estranged from her twin, and she saw no reason to invite him, or even inform him of her wedding.

She reaches the chuppah, and begins the circling of her soon to be husband. The rabbi begins with reciting the Ketubah, in flawless Hebrew. Having only been Jewish for two years Vicky was not as skilled in the language as her groom, as she crossed his view she would look at his features and wonder what features their children would inherit from them. He was also blonde, but with dark blue eyes, and on both cheeks, were two sets of three freckles. He looked back at her with his goofiest grin, his smile is my most favorite thing about him.

She finished her circles, coming to his left, and the rabbi began the joining, "Dearly beloved we are gathered here in the presence of Jehovah to witness the union of Thomas Eugene Stoppable, and Victoria Raven Creed in holy matrimony…"

Middleton Memorial Hospital – May, 1987

Vicky Stoppable lay dozing after giving birth to her son. Her husband was sleeping in the chair next to her, his son also sleeping in the open crib. A female doctor with red-hair enters the room followed by a young, youthful, and very pregnant, surgery resident, also with red-hair following in her wake. They quietly, move to the man in the room, placing a hand on him as he sleeps, shocking him awake. Tom notices the women right away, who quickly put fingers to their mouth, asking for quiet. They indicate he is to follow them, which he nods to and does.

The resident quietly pulls the wheeled open crib, out into the hallway. They stop and the medical professionals turn to face the new father. He gazes at the two women, to say they were stunning would be an understatement. Both had red-hair, but that is where the similarities stop. The attending physician had brown eyes, that have seen and known a lot of suffering, and yet she did not seem to be embittered over it, merely wary. She was tall, at least a few inches taller than him, with a body Cindy Crawford would kill to have. She wore a lab coat with a name plate that read, 'R. Darkholme, MD.'

The resident had blue eyes, which seemed alight with curiosity, most likely for the child growing within her womb. She bore her pregnancy well, and she seemed very fit despite her convex shape, she was of the same height as him, and her name plate read, 'A. Possible.'

"Mr. Stoppable, my name is doctor Raven Darkholme, I am a geneticist as well as a medical doctor," she said with authority. "I have been given permission by the hospital to conduct some genetics research, with your permission I would like to draw a small amount of blood from your son."

"A small amount of blood only, no other tests or anything like that," he asked warily?

"No, sir," Dr. Darkholme confirmed, "we are simply collecting a large base line for comparison."

"Very well, you have my permission, but make sure you follow all clinical procedures," he assented, "I'm an actuary and I know all of them, since I sometimes must conduct assessments of hospitals for insurance companies." Dr. Darkholme nodded and bent over with a neonatal needle. Tom turned to the other young doctor, smiling warmly, "So, when are you due," he asked?

The young doctor's face lit up, "two more months, and I will be trading places with your wife," she exclaimed quietly, while pointing her thumb into the neo-natal unit behind her. "I'm Anne by the way, Anne Possible," she said extending her hand.

Tom shook it and smiled, "Are you in Pediatrics," he asked?

Anne shook her head, "Neurology, but I'm not allowed to do any surgery this close to my due date, in case I go into early labor," she said looking disappointed. "So, I am acting as a sort of liaison for the hospital, which is why I'm here with doctor Darkholme."

Tom smiled, she sounds just like Vicky, "As an actuary and a husband I understand where the hospital is coming from, but look on the bright side, you get face time with the boss, which is good for promotions, and you can reacquaint yourself academically with the area of anatomy you want to specialize in."

Anne thought over what he said, and intellectually it made sense. She would never allow herself to be an ass-kisser, but if she became someone the administration could rely on maybe it would not be such a bad thing. Anne smiled, "Thank you for helping me put it into perspective Mr. Stoppable, and it's not unlike something my husband has told me when I started this," she added. "Although he put it in some kind of sci-fi/rocket metaphor that I didn't understand."

"Call me, Tom, Anne," he requested.

She smiled, "Okay, Tom."

The other doctor looked up from her task, "Okay, I'm all done here," she said, "escort me back, Anne?"

"Yes, doctor," Anne replied, "it was nice meeting you, Tom."

"Likewise, Anne," he replied as he wheeled his son back into the room with his wife.

Later, that night…

Dr. Raven Darkholme was on the phone in the office she was allotted six months ago by hospital administration. "Yes, I tested the blood Eric… no it was recessive, he is a carrier, so his children may have it, but he will not." She listened for a little bit, "Yes, keep Victor occupied, and make sure he never comes near them… because they are my daughter and grandson Eric, and Victor would destroy them." She sighed, "Yes, Eric I am loyal to the cause, and if he had an active gene, I would have taken him without second thought, but that doesn't mean I would have liked it, or wanted it." She listened a little longer, and sighed in relief, "Thanks for understanding Eric, Raven out." Raven raised her head and her eyes flashed, yellow for a second before returning to the brown color. Thank you, God, for letting at least this grandchild of mine, to grow up without the burden of being a mutant.

Four years later, Middleton Pre-k…

Kim Possible runs around kicking and throwing with all the other children of her pre-k class. They are not playing any kind of game, just kicking, and throwing to release their excess energy. One kid comes in for a kick and it sails over their heads into a tree. "I'll get it," Kim calls. She runs off after it, and as she comes around to the other side of the tree, she sees three other kids holding the ball. Somehow her instincts tell her that these are not nice kids. They could not be more dissimilar from each other if they tried. For one thing one of them was bald, and seemed to be wearing a skirt. One was wearing an all-black gi, and seemed to walk like the monkeys she had seen at the zoo. The last one was the strangest one of them all, because his skin was blue. Not that, that was what made him strange to her, because her second cousin Hank was blue and had fur. No, it was not their appearance that gave her pause, it was the way they looked at her, like lions would look at a gazelle.

She forced a smile on her face, "Hey, can we have that back, we kicked it over here by mistake?"

The blue skinned one grinned weirdly, all teeth, "Sure, here you go," he said extending his hand with the ball.

As she went to collect it, he tossed it behind him to the boy in the skirt, causing her to pout cutely like she had seen her mom do with her dad. Unlike her daddy who readily caved to her mommy, these three just laughed. "Whut's wrong wit yer face lassie, didja bite into a lemon," he sounded just like that duck billionaire on the mouse channel?

The others just laughed at the barb of their friend, "Aww, did we make you cry, I quite like that look on your face." Then he reached up and tugged harshly on her pig-tail, causing her to scream out in pain.

Then they were on her like a pack of wolves on a deer, pushing and tugging, her tears were falling on deaf ears. Then out of nowhere, "STOP IT," everyone turned and saw a blonde-haired boy marching toward them, "that is not proper playground behavior," he said while holding his arm in the air, and assuming a lecturing tone. "Even though we're kids, we have entered the organized world that is pre-k, we need to conduct ourselves with respect, and leave behind the jungle-mentality that is daycare." He looked fierce, but anyone could tell he was scared, and still he never backed down, "Me and my friend Rufus here," he said gesturing to the empty-air around him, "are here to enforce the rules of playground etiquette."

The only thing his words did was shift his position as target for these boy's behavior, they rushed him and were about to start wailing on him, when suddenly out of nowhere Kim drop kicked all three boys. She basically sucker punched them, taking them all out in one move. The last they saw of them they had beat feet out of the playground.

She turned around and the boy that saved her, then in turn she saved, was sitting there with his head down, and arms over his head. She knelt to look him in the eye, she placed her hand on his shoulder causing him to jump and shout. He looked at her with wide-eyes, breathing fast and heavy. "Are you ok," Kim asked?

Regaining his composure, he stood up, dusting himself off, "Of course, my friend Rufus and me, had it handled," again gesturing to empty-air, "but, ah… thanks for giving me a hand," he said sheepishly.

Kim eyed him dubiously, "You're weird…," then seeing him sigh and lower his head, continued, "but, I like you. My name is Kimberly Anne Possible," she said extending her hand, like she had seen her daddy and mommy do when greeting someone, "what's your name?"

The boy extends his hand to shake hers, "Stoppable, Ronald Victor Stoppable."