Captain Possible and The Centurion Legacy

The Passages were an immense network of underground tunnels that the American military had built many years ago to transport precious cargo across the country secretly. Once it was clear that the Diablos weren't going away any time soon, the military, in conjunction with Global Justice and founded by Mrs. Dr. Possible and the Stoppables, the Passages were set up as a nomadic refugee camp that could be easily moved along the tunnels if Drakken's forces showed up. Fortunately, Kim Possible and her team had been keeping him busy enough that a tunnel full of refugees didn't seem to be an immediate threat. At the moment however, the cramped spaces were being a detriment as a mutated, lethal strain of Infectious Mononucleosis swept through, and medicines were scarce.

"Hey mom." Kim said, giving her mother a tight squeeze.

Mrs. Dr. Possible returned the hug, then held her daughter at arms length with a tired, overjoyed smile. "You still look beautiful, honey. I'm glad this war hasn't changed that about you."

"Mom..." Kim said, blushing.

Dr. Possible inspected the thick braid that hung over Kim's shoulder. "Is Ron still doing this? I know you always had trouble..."

Kim shrugged slightly in embarrassment. "He's good at it. Says it's just like making lanyards back in Arts and Crafts at Wannaweep." she explained, sliding the lengthy lock of hair out of her mother's grasp to let it fall down her back. "Now what is this about mono sweeping through the Passages?"

Annabeth Possible knelt down beside an unconscious patient that lied on a gurney next to them. "Only a few years ago, this could have all been treated easily. Without basic medical supplies though, it's spreading quickly."

"That's why I never kiss a guy on the mouth." Joss whispered to Wade, who only looked back at her in confusion.

"We got your message and brought what we could." Kim said, taking a small satchel from Joss and giving it to her mother. "But it's all we can spare right now. Supplies are spreading thin."

Dr. Possible opened the satchel and frowned. "Not to sound ungrateful Kimmie, but this isn't near enough."

"I know..."

"Aunt Annie..." Joss said, interrupting. "What is it?"

Dr. Possible looked from Kim to Joss and let her shoulders slump. "It's Jim. He's sick and getting worse. I'm not sure how long before Tim gets it too."

Kim swallowed, standing in silence a moment as Wade and Joss stood awkwardly behind her. It wasn't that long ago she lost her Dad, but now this war was threatening to take her brothers too. How long before her mother was lost as well? Kim looked into her mother's tired blue eyes and wondered if she herself wasn't already sick.

A clatter of metal on metal echoed through the tunnel, and the unsuspected, yet welcome sound of a child giggling followed soon after. "Hana! Come back!" Ron shouted, a tired whine touching his voice that always seemed to present itself when he was forced to work. "You're gonna break something!"

Kim and her mother winced as another clatter rippled through the tunnel. Kim turned to her mother again and sighed, unconsciously pushing out her bottom lip as she always did when asking for something she knew she wanted more than needed. "Mom, I need to ask a favor."

"No, Kimmie."

"But Mom! The GJ base is no place for a six year old!"

"Look around, Honey. Until we get this under control, this is no place for the children we have on their way." Dr. Possible said, gesturing down the tunnel to a familiar blond couple. "I can't imagine a safer place for a child than with you and Ron."