Might as well add a disclaimer: The characters of Kim Possible belong to Disney. Anyone who you wouldn't see in an episode of the above TV series belongs to me. If you followed that at all.

Prologue

Everyone referred to the three of them as the triplets. They knew that they looked exactly alike, but that made sense. They were all clones of the same person. All with red hair. All with green eyes. All with strength and speed more than double that of a normal human. All the same.

The man who called himself their creator gave them "check-ups" every so often. He would examine them to make sure they weren't sick, or injured, or disintegrating, or anything, and then take a DNA sample for analysis. They didn't understand why he only did them one at a time, but, then, he seemed to be in charge around here. What was to worry about it?

At the moment, two-thirds of the group was sitting in a room of average size, with a nice, cushy couch and a table. The distinguished shade of red and the light brown were an almost random splash of color in a big, gray room.

As the first triplet walked out of the room, the second one stood up and walked in. The third one turned to face her.

"So did you ask him?" she asked.

"No. I thought that we should do it together," the first replied. She searched the table for something—her IPod. The third rolled her eyes.

"How're we ever going to find out if we don't ask him?" she complained. The first shrugged.

"On the bright side," she pointed out, "He said that we can start thinking about names for ourselves,"

"So what?" the third bemoaned. "I just want to know why they only call us the triplets. We're Kim Possibles Three through Five! Who cares about names, except for the fact that people call us the Triplets?"

"Do you mean we do?" The first one located her IPod, and noted with some slight consternation that her earbuds were missing. She resumed her search.

"See, that's it! I saw two guys going around called Alan Eight and Alan Nine! No one calls them the twins!

"Calm down. I think I like… Joyce. How about you?" The third one fumed silently.

The second triplet walked out calmly. "Your turn, Three," she announced, and sat down. She picked up her Popular Science magazine, and started reading. The one she regarded as Three growled softly, and stood up. She stomped toward the door. "I'm going to ask, Joyce," she snapped. "And I will find out."

"Amanda," the first one replied. She found her earbuds. "That sounds good, right?" The second one, or, probably, Kim Possible Five, shrugged.

"Jane," she said. "I'll take Jane."

"That's nice." Amanda returned. "Nice and short. You to a tee." She fitted her earbuds in, and amped up the Bowling for Soup.

Like her three counterparts, Kim Possible Two cared very much about names. That was, in fact, why she was researching them as the car flew across the Pacific Ocean. And going over them one, by one, by one, by one.

Ron, it seemed, was being affected by what Kim Possible (one) now considered to be the number-one best cure for insomnia.

Rufus was pretty close as well.

"Do you think the Japanese know any good names?" Kim Two asked. She was exactly like her genetic template in all ways except for three. Her powers (she possessed well above average strength, speed, and agility), her clothes (rather than a purple shirt and black jeans, she wore a white t-shirt, a leather jacket, and blue jeans), and her personality (she was irritatingly inquisitive, and obsessed with dumpsters. And now, it seemed, with names, too).

Rufus rolled his eyes. "Hoo boy," he mumbled.

Kim turned toward her clone. "Look, uh… K2," she began.

"See? K2! I need a name!" Kim Two pointed out. What do you think off… Jane?"

"SAVE THE CHEESE PUFFS!" Ron howled as he awakened. "FORGET ABOUT ME! JUST SAVE THE CHEESE PUFFS!" He looked around wildly for a second, breathing heavily. "What the heck was…"

Kim groaned. They had a long way to go.

She leaned back, and decided to count the things that she didn't have to worry about. Just to take her mind off of Kim Two's naming thing.

One: Drakken. Not for the moment anyway.

Two: Kim Two's debilitating something or other syndrome. Cured and gone.

Three: The Doctor. They had ended that mission successfully, and the masked villain had beat a hasty retreat.

Four: Th—

"Or what about Wren? That's a nice name, isn't it?"

Kim slammed on the gas pedal. She didn't want to take much more of the names.

Every minute, they got closer to Japan. Every minute they got closer to Japan, they got closer to reentering the Doctor's plan.

A plan, by the way, that they hadn't left for a moment.

Eric leaned back in his seat. "So," he asked, "do you have any idea where they are?"

Clara shook her head. Then she frowned, and brushed the dirt blond hair out of her eyes. When she had worked for the doctor, he had had her wear it in a ponytail. Now that she and Eric had run away, though, she had taken to wearing it down. It… didn't work as well as she had expected at first, but she thought it was a pretty good look, if she did say so herself.

Quite honestly, Eric couldn't care less.

"It took me a couple of hours to secure our transportation, and then I had to sleep. Why couldn't you have flown the dumb thing?" Clara retorted.

Eric shook his head. "Me piloting a stealth aircraft? That hasn't worked out well in my experience."

Clara nodded. "Oh, right… That one thing with eagle…"

"Clara, do not go there. You will regret—"

"I just don't know how…" she began to snicker, "you managed to fly into the oil rig... you should have at least seen it on the sensors…" she began to laugh.

Eric rolled his eyes. As long as she didn't say anything about the platypus and the guy in the lab coat. That had been a crowning humiliation, and everyone so far had the good sense to stay away from the subject.

The thing was, he needed her along. If he hadn't, he doubted he would have invited her along. But she was a fantastic pilot, and wielded a sonic scream that would pretty much destroy anything within range. He was strong enough to throw a motorcycle across the street, and couldn't be injured with anything less than a powerful explosive, but he placed his best chance of survival with her.

Plus, of all the things he had gone through working for the Doctor, meeting Clara was probably the best. Construct was annoying and by-the-book. Gill was always wet, and pretty stupid on the side. And Eva was… a jerk, more or less. And Winston was a supercomputer that prided itself on being annoying. And then… Suffice to say, Clara was the only one that would actually let Eric be a friend. And she wasn't one for the Doctor's rules. She was a little more… free style.

And a friend was just the kind of person Eric wanted watching his back.

The Doctor sat in his office. "Eva," he called suddenly.

A woman walked out of the shadows. She had a European air about her, and carried herself that, if you were good at that stuff, would tell you that she was slightly overconfident (which she was). That was why she didn't take getting beaten in a fight very well.

"Sir?" she asked.

"Winston says he's found them."

Eva grinned hungrily.

"Take Carter and Tri. See if you can't make Japan a little more interesting for them."

Eva's grin narrowed.

"And try not to kill the girl yet."

Eva frowned.

"Don't be so upset. You'll get your chance, just not yet." The Doctor grinned, and leaned forward. In a low voice, he announced, "it's all part of the plan."

Welcome back to the world that Kim Possibles introduced you to! Hope I didn't mess anything up already.

RtB