A Sitch in Time: Part II

Time: The Near Future

It had only taken a few seconds. In a flash, the entire world was rocked to its core. It had all happened so fast, there was no time for warning.

Deep in the Amazon jungle, there lay the ruins of a highly elaborate and technologically advanced base. Moments ago, it had been the scene of a mighty battle. They had all been there: Drakken, Shego, Duff, Monkeyfist, Global Justice, and, of course, the Possible-Stoppable team. Some had attempted to turn the tide of destruction in their favor. Others had forged alliances with arch-foes in order to stop doomsday. But, to anyone unfortunate enough to be in the way of the blast, it would seem that the good guys didn't pull through on this one. In years to come, the survivors would unite, but without the necessary resources to sustain the species, the human race was destined to become extinct. In its last hurrah, the final remnants of humanity, true to their nature, turned on each other and sealed their fate in blood.

But none of this mattered right now to a figure struggling out from under the rubble. Beaten, bloodied, and bruised, tatters of his clothes were used to wrap the multiple injuries all over his body. Pushing his way free, he looked out at the world that had once been so lush and inviting. Where thousands of miles of jungle had once spread, now stood only desert. Free of the wreckage, he collapsed on his back, looking up at the sky. The blue sky was now crimson red. The clouds which had provided ample amounts of rain to the jungle had burned away, leaving only the beating sun.

He had failed. He had failed his family and friends. Sure, he was only supposed to be a sidekick, but normally he would have stood by his best friend all the way into the end. But, things had gone wrong, and he made his choice. That's why he survived while all the others were probably vaporized. Reflecting on this, he noticed just how quiet it was. He wondered how far away the nearest living thing was that survived, if anyone survived at all. He was suddenly filled with loneliness. There was only one person he could think of. The one he should have been with at the end. The one he abandoned. The one he cared about with all his heart, because she would have done the same for him.

Before this sitch, it had all been a game, a fun interruption to boring old school, and a precursor to every victory celebration at the Bueno. But today the game had got real, and before they knew it, the fate of the world hanged on their success. And that was how he ended up lying on his back in the middle of the brand new Amazon desert.

In his pocket, something rumbled. Out popped the head of the world's last naked mole rat. Rufus quickly assessed the condition of his friend and attempted to provide what comfort he could. But the smart naked mole rat realized the hopelessness of the situation. Nuzzling up to Ron's cheek, Rufus began to cry.

"Don't cry buddy. It's going to be okay." But Ron's voice gave him away. Rufus picked up a piece of glass nearby and wrote in the sand KP. Ron scooped up Rufus and held him close.

"We'll be with her soon, buddy."

The sun burned the exposed parts of Ron's body. This was the only pain he felt, as his injuries had gone numb a long time ago. He could feel all his energy slowly escaping. He couldn't move. His mouth was scorched without water. This is it, he thought. This is what's its like to die. Suddenly, a shadow crawled across Ron's limp body.

Ron struggled to lift his head. The form stood directly in the path of the sun, forming an outline. From what he could make out, the form was female.

"KP? But, you're dead."

First fanfic, starring Kim Possible, and its pretty long. Why the unoriginal title? It will become clear in later chapters.