Kim Possible Aftermath 13: Rejuvinatoring
The Juvinator Strikes Again
Global Justice walked through the abandoned facility cautiously, separated into groups or pairs. Call it mother-son bonding time for Dr. Director and Will Du, but they were paired up. "Be careful, Agent Du," Director warned, cautiously moving through the dark halls. Her son was only a few steps behind her.
"Dr. Director, permission to speak freely," Will said, tone obviously annoyed.
"Granted," Director answered.
"Why are we going so slowly? It's just one of Drakken's abandoned lairs. What could possibly be lying in wait for us?" Will questioned.
"Precisely. We don't know, hence the reason we should be extra careful," Betty said.
"What do you expect? A killer robot? A monster plant?" Will doubtfully asked.
"We'll have to find out, won't we?" Betty replied, smiling affectionately. Her son was a good agent, but he was proud, haughty, and impulsive, all traits of his father. Unlike Jack, though, Will didn't know his own limits. Jack was no fool. He knew precisely how much was too much for him. He knew what he could take on and what he couldn't. He knew how to deal with any circumstance and knew when a circumstance was too risky. Will, on the other hand, was still pushing through the stage where he thought himself invincible.
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Betty pushed open a door carefully and shone a light inside. There was no sign of a trip wire. She rolled a little round object into the middle of the room. It let out a silent mist, meant to reveal any potential security beams. Nothing showed up. "See, there's nothing," Will said, walking inside in annoyance.
Director reached in, pulling him back. "Hold still, Agent Du. This is too easy," she said firmly, pulling her child back protectively. She cautiously entered the room, watching the floor carefully for any sign of something going wrong. They approached a door and opened it. Looking inside they gasped. It was a closet full of Drakken's inventions!
"Whoa," Will said, going inside and beginning to pick through them gingerly. Dr. Director joined him, searching as well. "I wonder if he even knew he had half of this stuff," Will mused.
"An eccentric genius? Drakken probably had no clue. Protégé's can be very absent minded," Betty answered. She pulled out a device, frowning at it. It looked like one of her husband's, probably a stolen one. Hmm, she would need to call Jack and ask for an inventory of stolen goods. After all, it was her duty to return stolen property, unless, of course, it was particularly dangerous.
"What's this?" Will asked, pulling out something that looked like one of those ring toys toddlers played with. "It looks like a Ring Tower, probably belonging to Drakken or Shego when they were young."
"I'm not sure. Analyze it. I have to call your father," Dr. Director replied.
"What for?" Will asked, frowning at the mention of the man.
"Some of these devices look like stolen HenchCo property," Betty answered.
"Let them stay stolen," Will said.
"Will, you know our procedure," Betty chastised.
Will harrumphed, saying, "Fine."
"Good. Don't fool around with anything. Analyze and catalogue it. We don't know what most of it does yet," Director commanded.
"Yes mom," Will answered, rolling his eyes. He wasn't a baby. He didn't need her directions. He knew what he was doing.
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Betty walked about halfway across the room and pulled out a cellphone. She dialled Jack's private line and waited. "HenchCo, Jack Hench speaking," his all too familiar voice answered after a moment.
"I need a list of items Drew Lipsky has stolen from you in the past. We're in one of his abandoned lairs, and I believe there's quite a bit here belonging to you," Director replied, getting right down to business.
"It's good to speak to you too, honey," he answered. She could almost hear the smile in his voice. She smirked, biting her lower lip affectionately.
"Back to business, Mr. Hench," she said.
"But of course, Dr. Director," Jack replied. He rattled off a list for her, which she took down.
He finished and she said, "All right, after we've wrapped up here I'll head over to HenchCo and give you your things."
"I'd much prefer if you came to my house," Jack replied. She could just envision him with his feet up on his desk, smirking slyly.
"We'll see," she answered, laughing.
"Keep an eye on Agent Du, love," Jack said.
"He hasn't left my sight," she assured.
All at once there was a zapping noise. She gasped, turning quickly. "Betty, what's wrong?" Jack asked, concern in his tone.
"I don't know. Hold on," she replied. She covered the phone and called, "Will?!" There was no answer. Worry came to her eyes. Suddenly she heard crying. It sounded like a baby. But what would a baby be doing here, she wondered? She uncovered the mouthpiece and whispered, "I hear something. Look, I'll call you back once this is dealt with."
"Watch your back, Dr. Director," Jack replied. She smiled and hung up.
Cautiously she approached the closet. "Will, answer me!" she ordered. The crying was getting nearer but then stopped. She began to run. She looked into the closet and around. Will wasn't there. Where was he? Sobbing began and she gasped, looking quickly down at a pile of fabric she couldn't make out. Her eyes widened as it began to move. She knelt down, gasping, and shone her light on it. She almost screamed on seeing what the fabric was. Her son's clothing! Oh gods, where was he? All at once a little figure poked its head out from the clothes and began crying again. "What?" she whispered in alarm. A baby! Quickly she picked it up and felt a chill shoot through her. She knew this baby all too well. "Will!" she screamed, immediately recognizing her son's features.
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Director gaped at her son in horror. "Baby, what happened to you?" she finally managed to ask. Her child was naked and beginning to shiver. She quickly knelt, picking up the clothes and swaddling the infant in them. She looked around. What had happened that turned her son into, well, this?! Her eyes fell on the Ring Tower and she froze. Squinting, she knelt as she soothed her son, shushing him. She examined the tower and suddenly felt ill at ease. This was no toy, it was an invention! And something told her Drakken could explain what it was. Not that he needed to. It had become fairly obvious.
Will began whimpering again. Director looked down at him worriedly. How old was he, she wondered? In moments she deduced him to be only a few months old. That wasn't good. It meant he should still be breastfeeding. Her body had stopped producing milk long ago, when he'd stopped nursing. She needed a bottle and formula. Oh this was bad, this was very, very bad. A horrifying thought came to her just then. How was she supposed to explain this to Jack?!
"Dr. Director!" she heard her agents call. They all ran into the room.
Director turned quickly as they flicked on the lights. They gasped on seeing her cradling an infant. "A baby!" one of the female agents exclaimed in horror.
"Not just any baby," Director answered. "He's my baby."
"Agent Du?!" the GJ agents all exclaimed together in shock and horror.
Betty grimly nodded. "Bag all of the inventions and devices. Most are stolen products. Put the one that looks like a Ring Tower in a separate bag and don't, I repeat don't, activate it," she ordered. Looking at her son angrily, she firmly said, "Will, I specifically told you not to fool around with those inventions." Will whimpered and reached up for his mother's face, sobbing once. Betty's eyes softened. "Oh gods, your father is going to kill me."
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Jack inspected the dinner spread that his servants had prepared. He'd never been one for servants, but every so often they came in handy and he actually let them work for their pay. He knew Director would come here, as he'd suggested. It had been a while since they'd had any alone time. Almost on cue he heard the doorbell being rung throughout the house. He smirked and sat. The butler would show her up to the dining room. In a few moments he heard a knock. "M-master, Dr. Director to s-see you," the butler called. Jack frowned. Why did the man sound so nervous?
"I know," Jack replied, shrugging it off. Well, semi-shrugging it off. He was cautious by nature and knew better than to brush off a bad feeling or suspicious activity. The door opened and Betty peered in. Smiling at him she approached. He saw that the smile was nervous. It was never good when she was nervous. He frowned concernedly. "What's wrong?" he asked immediately.
She sat across from him and looked at the spread. "It's beautiful, Jack. This is amazing. It's been a while since we had a romantic dinner," she remarked.
He smirked softly. "You're avoiding the question," he said.
She cringed and looked at him. "I… We have to talk," she said.
He frowned. "About…" he fished.
"About… uh, babies?" she answered.
He stiffened. "Betty, are you pregnant again?" he immediately questioned.
"P-pregnant? Oh, no, no, nothing like that," she quickly said. He relaxed in relief. Thank goodness for that. "It, uh, does have to do with a child, though. Y-you know how you've said that you wish you could go back and do things differently, wish that you could raise our son as we should have, wish that you'd never lost him?"
Jack's eyes lit up. "Oh… uh, sweetheart, I know that you, that we've, been missing the days when Will was a baby…" he began.
"Oh, I'm reliving them even now," she replied, nervously brushing her hair behind her ear—not that there was much to brush back, as her haircut was so short—and glancing away.
"But I don't think having another child is going to be a good idea," Jack said. "I already have one who hates me. I don't need another."
"Jack, I'm not talking about having another baby," she answered. "It's just, um… we have one."
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Jack raised an eyebrow. "Hon, you're not making sense," he said. "Are you feeling okay?"
She sighed in frustration and said, "Oh gods, this is harder than I thought it would be. Baby, come with me." Jack rose and followed her curiously. She took his hand. "Now I-I don't know how to say this, Jack. It's… well, frankly unbelievable. But, um, well you remember that just before I hung up I told you I'd heard something?"
"Yes…" he cautiously replied.
"It was… a baby crying," she said.
He froze, paling. "We are not adopting some lost child!" he exclaimed in alarm.
"Well I wouldn't call it adopting," she said.
"Forget it. Nothing is changing my mind," he firmly said.
"Oh, once you see him I think you'll be changing your tune, for better or worse," she said awkwardly, forcibly dragging him along.
"No, the answer is no! I'm not taking in some random kid," Jack said.
"Jack, he isn't a random kid," Betty said, opening the door to Will's old nursery and pulling him inside.
"For the love of Pete, Betty, I'm not going along with…" Jack began, looking down into the cradle. He lost his voice, mouth dropping in shock and horror. He gazed at the sleeping infant, unable to even feel his own eyes. "…this…" he finally finished.
"Yeah, the baby… he's kind of our son," Betty said.
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All at once shaking out of it, Jack exclaimed, "Oh my gods! Will!"
The baby woke up, startled, and began screaming and wailing. "Jack, I just got him down!" Director exclaimed in dismay. Swiftly she swept the child up, saying, "There, there, baby. Oh sweetie pie, it's okay. Daddy did not mean to scare you, no he did not."
"What happened to our son?!" Jack yelled in horror, stress and alarm levels shooting through the roof as he put a hand to his forehead.
"He fooled around with this," Betty said, reaching down for a bag and pulling out the Ring Tower. "Careful, don't mess with it. That's how Will became, well, an infant," she said, handing it over. "It's, kind of an invention of Drakken's. Judging by the effects on Will, I'd say it's pretty obvious what the thing does."
"That's it! Drakken's going down!" Jack yelled. Will began screaming and sobbing again.
"Jack, lower your voice!" Director insisted. Jack bit his tongue, quickly quieting.
"Oh gods, this isn't happening, this isn't happening," he said, unable to believe his eyes.
"Well it is," Dr. Director replied. "Oh, Jack, take him will you? I need to warm up a bottle for him."
She put the baby into his father's hands before Jack could protest. Quickly she left, wanting to give Jack space to puzzle this thing out. Jack gaped in shock at his infant son. Will giggled and cooed up at him, reaching for his father's face. "Kiddo, what did you do to yourself?" Jack tightly asked. Will made a popping noise with his lips and laughed at the new sound he'd discovered. "Oh gods, this is a disaster." Drakken was going to pay dearly. Very, very, dearly. Jack shifted uncomfortably as the baby began to whimper. He lifted the boy and let him lean against his shoulder. The baby settled, giggling, and put his lips against his father's neck a moment. He made another popping sound against the skin in what Jack remembered as his child's way of kissing his parents when he'd been very, very small. It was wet and messy, but it was a kiss nonetheless. "You know, I didn't think I'd have to deal with diapers and messes ever again after you grew up," Jack said, sighing. He smirked softly. Still, Will was adorable. He'd probably never let his son live this down, but for now he might as well enjoy having a baby boy again. "All right, you win," he relented. Lovingly he kissed his son's head.