A/N: The characters used in this story, as well as a few of their quotes, belong to Disney, but the words and storyline are my own. I have made no profit from them whatsoever, except (hopefully) satisfaction in a job well done and perhaps constructive criticism from my peers and fellow writers. This is pretty much uncharted territory for me, so continuation of this story may depend on the feedback received. Unlike "And I Escaped!", I did not finish writing this prior to its posting. The plot bunny tore at me until I wrote what's happened so far (man, those things have sharp teeth!). I have a tiny bit more to post, but I would really appreciate plot ideas although I have the general direction of the story, as well as the ending, in mind. This takes place about five years (give or take) after "Graduation"- Kim and Ron are married, but are still young and have not yet had children.

"And now, Fraulein Possible, you shall meet your doom!" The maniacal shouting rang in my ears as the pint-sized supervillain laughed and held a red flashlight up to his face for dramatic effect. Kim- my beautiful, strong, wonderful wife who can do almost anything she sets her mind to, including save the world- stood stiff and unimpressed at the ray gun pointed at her heart. She'd faced down worse and lived to tell. This was totally normal, just a mission before we stopped to see Bricks of Fury: The REALLY Final Brickening at the theater. Kim would get out of this easily. The villains always made some mistake.

Any time, Rufus would pop out of nowhere and bite Dementor, or one of the henchmen would trip onto the machine and ruin the evil genius's plan.

I could see the gun firing up, almost feeling its white-hot, searing electricity.

Any time now…

Something's wrong. Kim's frozen in place. She's panicking!

Kim can't panic! Kim never panics! I panic, but Kim always knows what to do! Oh, my gosh, she's not moving!

C'mon, KP, move, move, move!

She's not moving!

Oh, I get it. This is where time is supposed to slow down and I see my life flashing before my eyes, then I jump in front of the ray.

How unoriginal.

Why can't I die of naco poisoning or just keel over in the middle of Smarty Mart? Nobody's ever done that. No, I have to go and die dramatically in a villain's lair like every other comical sidekick.

I launched myself in front of Kim as the bright light blasted a path toward her. I got an urge to turn around and laugh death in the face. So I did. Loudly. I laughed harder than I ever had in my life, my insane giggling some by-product of the adrenaline now pumping through my system.

Ron, shut up.

I obliged, suddenly blinded by the death ray. Here it is, the last moment of my life here on this earth. Here's the part where I yell out something witty and memorable for everyone to remember me by. A grim realization made me flinch as my death literally filled my vision and I felt a sharp, last jolt of pain.

"Frackle, I'm gonna miss the movie!"

Woah. My head was pounding so hard it was nearly deafening. Or was that my heart? Both, I decided. I felt like I'd gone ten rounds with Shego. Every part of my body felt like it had been frozen and was only now thawing. Ouch. The pain dulled gradually as I pulled myself to my knees from the spread eagle position I'd been in. I looked around at the abandoned street corner I was on. A strangely rough brick building behind me gave me something to lean on in the warm glow of the street lamp a few feet away. My clothes were a bit fried somehow, but wearable, with the exemption of my pants. Those were too charred to wear.

Figures.

Okay. Remember what Kim said. "If you ever find yourself alone, abandoned, and dazed, find help and try to remember what last happened." Alone? Check. Abandoned? Check. Dazed? Check. Soooo…

"Help! Help!" I called out into the twilight, then paused. Nope. Nothing. "Ah, well. Worth a shot," I muttered, pushing myself up. Let's try the next option, then. Mission, Dementor's lair, death ray…

Death ray?

Death ray!!

I thought my eyes would pop out of their sockets. I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead… I thought frantically as I patted myself down. I let my hand rest on my heart, feeling it pump its life-giving liquid throughout my body, and took a deep breath of relief. I'm alive…

Huh?