DISCLAIMER: As y'all know, Kim Possible and all associated characters belong to Disney. Kara Nicole Possible and Jonathan Michael Stoppable belong to me. Carmen Dego was created by DragoLord19D. Cassandra was created by Zabon95. The song lyrics featured in this chapter do not belong to me.

A/N: This is the fourth story in my 'Anything, Everything, and Forever' series. It will cover a period between the last chapter of And Forever and A Surprising Turn of Events by Zabon95 ( s/8897658/1/A-Surprising-Turn-of-Event). As requested, emphatically so in some cases, here is another chapter of Passing the Torch. And it's a Carmen-centric chapter, as I've been asked to do. ;)

Kim Possible

Passing the Torch

Chapter 5 - Rematch

Carmen's 'Lair'

It had been two days since the tournament, but Carmen Dego was still angry about losing. Her anger was making her powers go out of control, and the electronics in her lair kept shorting out whenever she passed by. That anger only added to the rage she already felt; when Carmen's powers manifested, her parents dropped her like a bad deal. She didn't have anyone anymore. And then that tournament came to Middleton. She'd heard about it, and had hoped that if she won it her parents would at least take her back. She didn't expect them to love her again, just take her back. It was a foolish hope, a child's dream, but it was all she had.

And now she didn't even have that, thanks to Kara Possible.

Oh, she didn't blame her for winning. Exactly. After all, she had upped the stakes by cupping the girl's boobs; Kara had to retaliate in some way. She had expected an ass-grab or maybe a 'strike' against her own boobs - but definitely not a kiss. Carmen brought hand up to her lips, as though she could still feel the other girl's there. That kiss, and their pre-fight taunting, had brought back to mind her antics from when she was seven until her family moved to Go City when she was eleven. Back then, she couldn't understand exactly why she did all of that. Pulling Kara's hair whenever she had the chance, poking her in the back whenever she was behind her. Now, and especially after that kiss, she thought she knew: she liked Kara. As in liked her.

She still felt that the girl was at fault for her losing the tournament, and she wanted to get her revenge. And given who her mothers were, Carmen knew that - sooner or later - they would introduce their daughter to the world-saving stage.

Why don't I make it sooner? she asked herself. But how? Don't villains need a nefarious scheme to draw in the hero? She blinked in surprise. She hadn't considered being a villain, but it seemed right. Nobody wanted her, so why not make everyone notice her anyway? What can I do that will catch the attention of Kara's parents? Taking over the world doesn't seem fun, because you'd have to run it if you succeeded. Kidnapping people would be a drag, because then you'd have make sure they stayed alive for your scheme to work. Then she blinked. That's it! I'll do a fun scheme! Maybe some kind of . . . of dance club or something! Not sure how that's evil, but I can go steal the stuff. Maybe . . . maybe I'll play music only I like, or-or charge too much on drinks! Her face fell. But I'm only thirteen. All I'd be able to sell would be soda, water, juice, tea, and stuff like that. I know! Maybe I can do a karaoke thing and have really bad people sing, and make people suffer through that!

Her main goal was to get even with Kara, so it didn't really matter what the plot was. She'd just start stealing stuff she'd need for a dance club, and see if Kara could track her down.

Possible Residence, outside Middleton

Kim picked up her kimmunicator and said, "Hey, Wade. What's the sitch?"

"Well, you're not going to believe this, but someone's stealing some pretty strange stuff."

"How's that hard to believe?"

"It's stuff that I can't see any reason for other than . . . well, other than to make a dance club."

"Are you serious?"

"I told you it was hard to believe. It seems like something Drakken would do, but he hasn't been out of Global Justice's prison since Dementor kidnapped Kara."

Kim grinned at that, though it was tempered by the knowledge that even she could be pushed to kill.

"We're on it, Wade."

"I'll call your parents-"

"Don't bother. I think it's time to get Kara in on the action. 'Bye!" she said, hanging up.

"Bring Kara in on what action, Princess?" Shena asked as she came up behind her wife and wrapped her arms around the shorter woman's waist.

"Somebody's been stealing stuff to make a dance club of some kind, and-"

"You think it's time to introduce Kara to the kind of life she's been asking for?"

"Well, when you put it that way, yes," Kim replied turning her head to kiss her wife.

"I'll go prep the jet," Shena said, breaking the kiss. "You go prep our daughter." After another, briefer kiss, the two parted ways, Shena heading to the underground hanger where their jet was parked and Kim heading upstairs to tell their daughter. She knocked on the door to Kara's room and heard a muffled, "Come in!" Opening the door, she smiled at the sight of her daughter laying on her bed with books and cds scattered around her.

"What's up, Mom?" Kara asked, slipping her earbuds out.

"We're going on a mission-"

"And I have to go stay with Grandma, right?"

"Your mother and I were going to bring you along this time, but if you really want to stay-" Kim didn't get to finish as she was slammed into the floor by an overly enthusiastic hug from the thirteen-year-old girl. "I'll be right back!" Kara exclaimed, running back into her room and slamming the door shut. Happy, much? the red-headed woman asked herself with amusement. When Kara opened her door again, Kim was impressed with the clothes she'd chosen. They were similar to what she'd worn at the tournament a couple of weeks ago, only a little different; she was wearing the blue sleeveless-shirt, a white short-sleeve jacket, the same kind of cargo hip-huggers Kim herself had worn as a teen hero, and a pair of black fingerless gloves.

"How do I look?" Kara asked, nervous and anxious for her mom's opinion. Kim eyed her critically for a few moments, more as a way to tease her daughter than to actually judge the outfit, then said, "Spankin'!"

"Yeah!" she shouted, fist-pumping the air - though this time she was careful with her newfound powers. Kim laughed and motioned for her to follow her. Kara knew the way to the jet, which her mother liked to call 'Green Lancer,' her mom 'Jade Blade,' and the press "The Possibility," but this would be the first time she'd been down there with the intention of going on a mission. When they walked in to the hanger, Shena was standing under the jet's belly, near the nose, next to the ladder that led up into the cockpit. She was wearing a pair of black slacks, a green long sleeve shirt with black sleeves, and a pair of her custom-made plasma proof gloves. As the two walked up to her, she held a pair of gloves to Kara.

"I knew you liked those fingerless gloves," she said, "so I had some made for you out of the same stuff mine are made out of."

"Wow, thanks, Mother!" Kara replied, immediately taking her old gloves and putting the new ones on. "So where are we going?"

"Somewhere outside Upperton," Shena told her as they climbed into the the jet. "I talked with your 'uncle' Wade while your mom got you, and he's traced a large power drain somewhere around there."

"This is so cool!" she enthused, making her parents chuckle.

"Calm down, Kara," Kim said. "We know you're excited about your first mission, but you have to remember it's going to be dangerous. We don't know who is doing this, so you've got to be careful."

Carmen's Lair

"Seriously?" Shena asked as the three of them stood outside the parked B-1B, staring at the 'lair.'

"It's . . . it's a club house," Kim said, just as surprised.

"I think that's just the entrance," Kara commented. "You know, like a disguise? Who wold suspect an evil lair to be in a club house . . . in the middle . . . of nowhere."

"See? Even you think it's crazy, Sparky," her mother said. Just then there was a clanking sound, a rumble, and a sudden shift beneath their feet.

"Trap," Kim said calmly, right before the trap door opened up underneath their feet. The three of them slid down a greased shaft that twisted and looped. Then a divider popped up in the middle of the shaft, sending Kim and Shena one way, Kara another. The young teen shot out of her shaft fast, and skidded along a floor before slamming against a wall.

"Ow!" she yelled, rolling over onto her knees and standing up.

"You sure took your time getting here," she heard someone say. Looking around, she was stunned to see Carmen.

"Carmen? You're the villain?"

"Well, I wouldn't say 'villain,' exactly," she replied. "I just stole those things to get you here."

"Wait, what?"

"It's true. I owe you for beating me at the tournament, after all."

"So you don't plan on using all of that stuff for anything?"

"Um, no, not . . . really."

"Where are my moms?"

"They'll be fine. They just went to my death trap."

"Death trap?!"

"Relax. I forgot to put the 'death' part of it in."

"You're not good at this, are you?"

"Excuse me for not having parents who loved me enough to help me out!" Carmen yelled, leaping at Kara. The red/black-haired girl ducked under the semi-wild swing and leaped into a forward somersault. She sprang up and whirled around in time to take a kick to the stomach that sent her flying back into a control panel. Bracing herself on it, she pushed herself back to her feet and shook her head to clear it, accidentally pushing a button. Joan Jett's "Bad Reputation" started playing as Kara launched herself at Carmen.

I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation

You're living in the past it's a new generation

A girl can do what she wants to do and that's

What I'm gonna do

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation

Kara threw a punch at Carmen, who blocked it and replied with a kick that was dodged. The auburn-haired girl jumped up and flipped over her opponent, who spun around and hit her in the gut with a kick. Carmen slammed into the same control panel, jolting it and changing the song to "Bring Me to Life" by Evanescence.

(Wake me up)

Wake me up inside

(I can't wake up)

Wake me up inside

(Save me)

Call my name and save me from the dark

(Wake me up)

Bid my blood to run

(I can't wake up)

Before I come undone

(Save me)

Save me from the nothing I've become

Growling in anger, Carmen charged at Kara and then leaped into a spinning kick. Kara ducked under it, only to get mule-kicked in the middle of her back. Flying forward, she managed to spin herself around so that her back, rather than her stomach, slammed into the console. With a crackle and a hiss, the song changed to t.A.T.u.'s "Show Me Love."

This was an accident

Not the kind where sirens sound

Never even noticed

We're suddenly crumbling

Tell me how you've never felt

Delicate or innocent

Do you still have doubts that

Us having faith makes any sense

Tell me nothing ever counts

Lashing out or breaking down

Still somebody loses 'cause

There's no way to turn around

Kara blinked her eyes and shook her head, clearing it in time to duck under Carmen's hammer foot. Hit again, the music player obviously built into the console changed songs yet again, this time to "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor.

Risin' up, back on the street

Did my time, took my chances

Went the distance now I'm back on my feet

Just a man and his will to survive

So many times it happens too fast

You trade your passion for glory

Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past

You must fight just to keep them alive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight

Risin' up to the challenge of our rival

And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night

And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger

Kara grabbed Carmen before she could recover and whipped her around into the console, changing the song once more. This time to Within Temptation's "Iron."

Left in the darkness, here on your own (Carmen breaks out of Kara's hold and knocks her back)

Woke up a memory, feeling the pain (Kara stumbles backwards as Carmen turns around and runs at her again)

You cannot deny it, there's nothing to say (Kara recovers & blocks the trio of punches the other girl throws at her)

It's all you need to find the way (Carmen snarls and ducks under Kara's kick)

Oh damn, the war is coming (The new teen hero spins to the floor and sweeps her opponent off her feet)

Oh damn, you feel you want it (Carmen hits the floor with an explosive outrush of air)

Oh damn, just bring it on today (Kara springs to her feet as Carmen flips up and slams her feet into the girl's chest)

You can't live without the fire (Kara flies backwards)

It's the heat that makes you strong (She hits the ground and slides backwards)

'Cause you're born to live (Carmen runs and falls into a slide of her own, slamming into Kara hard)

And fight all the way (Kara slams into the wall, crying out, as Carmen stands up)

Walking over and hitting a button on the console, she shuts off the music. That's certainly an eclectic mix for a fight, she thought. Turning around, she saw Kara picking herself up - and then noticed a light flashing.

"Well," she said, walking off to one side, "this has been fun, but your moms are almost here so I've gotta go. I really had a blast. See you next evil scheme?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," Kara replied, surprised.

"Cool," the other girl replied, smiling and disappearing into a wall with the wall shimmering with light. Just as Kara realized it was a hologram, her parents busted into the room.

"Okay, where is he - or she?" Shena asked, igniting her hands.

"It's Carmen," her daughter replied.

"The girl you fought at the tournament?" her mother asked, surprised.


"What did she want?" Kim asked. Kara looked over at the wall Carmen had vanished through.

"To have some fun."

E/N: And there you have it. The last chapter of Passing the Torch. After reading Knight in Shining Armor by Goth Albino Angel, I was inspired to make this chapter kind of song-ish. I hope you all enjoyed it. And, remember, the songs are the properties of the artists who made them.