I realize once again that there are other things I should be working on, but a plot bunny strolled into my home office here, and… well… that's all she wrote, so I had to write. This may be a bit AU, and occurs not long after the Lowardians failed invasion.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters involved in this AU I have created… Wish I did, but I don't.
The Power of Ron
Ron groggily woke up in a room he did not recognize. In fact it wasn't really a room, it was a cell. A jail cell. He sat up on the small yet comfortable cot, and placed his hand on the side of his throbbing head.
He tried to think where he was last. It was home! Sleeping in his own bed! So why am I here? He thought to himself. Looking down, he noticed that he had on his normal clothes of cargo pants and red jersey. And why am I dressed?
Suddenly a voice spoke, reverberating off the blank white walls. "So our guinea pig is awake."
"Huh? What?" Ron said as he looked around the room. No one else was in there with him. Then he spied the camera and speaker high up in a corner of the room.
The voice continued with an almost melodious timber, and a slight hint of aloofness. "Come on, Mr. Stoppable. You must know what you've done. Let's just say that after witnessing what you can do, we are verrrry interested in your… abilities."
"What are you talking about? Who are you?" He spoke in no particular direction, as Ron had no idea how to address the voice that was speaking to him.
"As for what we are talking about… Take a look at what we have seen."
A panel on the far side of the room slid up, revealing an average sized flat screen TV. It started out as static, but soon a picture appeared as if from a recording. What Ron watched he recognized all too well. In fact, he was the main character on the screen. It was a recording of him fighting, and ultimately killing, two alien beings that had taken over the world in a matter of minutes. Warhoc, and Warmonga.
There was no sound, but the screen shut off just after the explosion of the alien ship, after the two had been thrown into it. Ron continued to sit at the edge of the bed, doing and saying nothing.
"We find your abilities quite… interesting, Mr. Stoppable. You have done what the entire worlds different Militaries could not do. You repelled an alien invasion. By yourself, I might add… Or did you?"
A lone picture was now displayed on the screen, and it was of him and Kim hugging just after the aliens had been destroyed.
"What about Drakken and Shego? They helped as well." Ron said.
"Ah yes… The Scientist who could never build anything, and the green glowing freak. We know about them, but they are of no interest to us. It is you, Mr. Stoppable that we are most interested in." Ron stood, and his jaw clenched in anger, but he did not immediately reply.
"What ever you want, I won't cooperate." He finally said.
"Oh we anticipated that, even though I haven't even asked for anything yet." The voice paused, then continued. "Wouldn't you like to know how you got where you are now?"
"What does that matter?" Ron said. "The fact that I've been taken against my will is enough of an explanation for me. What I really want to know, is why?"
"Why?" The voice said, and chuckled a bit. "My Dear Boy, you are a… unique individual. You have abilities that we do not understand… yet. But we will. All we know at this point, is that you… are… dangerous. All we wish to do is hold you… until we discover the source of your power and strength… and then determine if you are fit to be returned to the general public."
"You keep saying 'We'… So I'll ask again, who are you?" Ron asked as he sat on the edge of the cot, but his body was still tense.
"Let's just say that we aren't above the Law, or below it. We… go around it."
Suddenly Ron recalled the picture of him and Kim hugging. "Where's Kim." Ron demanded.
"Ah yes… the 'Girlfriend'. What would you do for the woman you Love, Mr. Stoppable?"
"So help me, if you have done anything to her…"
"You'll what? Become what you were when you destroyed those aliens? Will you break out of this pitiful little cell we have placed you in, and rescue the poor girl?" An energy aura appeared around Ron's hands that looked not unlike the plasma that Shego's hands generated, but this was blue.
"What have you done with her?" Ron growled, and looked towards what appeared to be the outline of a door.
"Take a look." Ron's eyes looked at the screen once again, and this time it was a picture of Kim. She was sitting in a room not unlike the one he was in. Everything was white, including the jump suit that she had on. With everything in the room white, her hair stood out most predominantly. The only other thing that was almost as contrasting was her green eyes, and they almost seemed to blaze with her anger.
"Let me out!" Ron heard her scream to no one, and he watched as Kim moved about the room, trying to find a weakness in her cell.
"Kim!" Ron yelled out, hoping that she could hear him.
"She can't hear you." Then a small click was heard over the speaker. "But now she can."
"Kim!"
"Ron!"
"Are you OK?" Both said at the same time.
"Can she see me as well?" Ron asked, and the energy around his hands disappeared.
"No, and she will not."
"Who are you talking with Ron? What is going on here?"
"I guess this guy is our… Jailor… at least for the time being. It looks as though they want to find out more about… me."
"But why you Ron?" Kim said, looking into the camera that was trained on her.
"Apparently to find out what my… abilities are. But I don't know to what end."
"You will show us your powers Mr. Stoppable, that I am sure of. In fact, you will show us very soon."
"What are you talking about!" Ron shouted into the air. As if in response to his question, he saw what appeared to be a plume of white smoke start to enter into Kim's cell. "Kim look out!"
Ron saw Kim turn and notice the smoke, and she quickly grabbed the pillow from the cot and placed it over her mouth and nose.
"That won't help her Mr. Stoppable. In fact… only you can." The voice was quiet as Kim's cell started to fill with the smoke. Ron could see that Kim had moved to the far corner, opposite of the vent that was releasing the smoke. "Show us you power, Mr. Stoppable! Save her!"
"Don't… (cough) do it Ron!" Kim's muffled voice could be heard through the speaker. "You don't even… (cough) know where I am!"
Ron closed his eyes, and his mouthed barely moved as he muttered to himself, "Oh but Kim, I do."
The voice over the speaker spoke again. "If you do not do something… she… will… die." The camera in Kim's room zoomed in on her, showing that she was now huddled in one corner of the room. Ron saw her eyes flutter, and the pillow dropped from her hands.
"Nooooo!" Ron yelled, and brought his head back so his face was pointed at the ceiling. His arms went wide, and then he brought his hands together in a thunderous clap, pointing at the ceiling. As soon as his hands slapped together, his entire body began to glow with the same energy that surrounded him just before he had dispatched the green aliens.
"Finally…" The voice said over the speaker before it melted and fell off of it's mounting.
…x x x x…
A beam of blue energy lanced through the roof of an unknown building located in a secret base somewhere in the middle of Nevada. There was no debris, as it had all been incinerated from the initial blast. A lone figure rose through the hole that the blast created, which was about 5 feet in diameter.
Bathed in an aura of blue energy, looking just as he did just before destroying the aliens and their ship, Ron Stoppable looked around the complex, getting his bearings. Once he knew what was around him, he shot down towards a small unassuming building, and landed in front of the door.
The blue aura disappeared from around him, and he grabbed the door, testing it. It was locked, and stayed locked to its frame even as Ron threw the entire door and part of the wall over his head. There were no guards, and no one was shooting at him, but Ron didn't think of this as he walked in with confidence.
He ran down the first stairwell he saw, and after only two flights, he burst through another door, leaving this one on its hinges. Quickly Ron made his way down to the end of the hall and the one lone door. Grabbing the handle, Ron ripped it off its hinges and threw it behind him.
White smoke billowed out of the room, and Ron quickly went inside. He found Kim's limp body, and carried it half way down the hall where the poisonous gas had dispersed, before setting her down on the floor. His fingers went to her neck, feeling for a pulse, which he couldn't find. Panicking, Ron quickly started to administer CPR, and instantly realized that her skin did not feel quite right. Yes it felt cold, like it should on a lifeless body, but it also felt… synthetic.
"Kim?" He said with a confused look on his face. Reaching into a small pocket, Ron found the small Swiss Army knife that he carried at all times. He opened the main blade, and placed it on Kim's right index finger. "I'm sorry Kim, if this is actually you."
Cringing, he pushed the blade into her skin, but there was no blood. In fact, it was a thick green goo that oozed out of the small cut he had made.
"Synthodrone!" Ron said under his breath, and then thought… But why was I able to key in on her with my MMP when I concentrated on her?
The sound of slowly clapping hands brought Ron's head up, and he saw a man with two guards standing on either side of him dressed in plain black suits, and dark sunglasses. The man clapping wore a suit that looked like it came from the early 20th century, complete with a small gold chain that led to a breast pocket, which most likely contained a pocket watch. He had short-cropped hair, and what looked like 3 days stubble on his face.
"Good job, dear boy." He said after completing his one-man appreciation. "I see you have discovered the wonders of that Drakken fellow's synthodrones. After we improved on them, and infused them with enough DNA to confuse sensors, and those who key in on their loved ones from a distance."
"Why have you done this…" Ron demanded as he stood and saw the two guards raise weapons he didn't recognize. "…And who are you?"
"Again with the questions." The man then saw Ron's hands start to glow with energy once again. "Ah Ah… My guards here have plasma rifles trained on you, and even if you do attack any of us three, you will be blasted to nothingness by whoever remains. Either way, you lose.
"Now as to why I've done this, as I alluded before, we wanted to know the extent of your powers, and your strength. Of both, I am most impressed."
"So you know that I could just blast out of here and leave." Ron said, and the energy surrounding his hands increased.
"You can try…" The man said, and Ron started to increase his energy, and suddenly it disappeared.
"What!"
"You see Mister Stoppable, the building we are in has been specially constructed to absorb and safely disperse any and all energy, no matter the strength or intensity. It's only been used once before. In 1947, I believe, when something was brought in here from Roswell."
"The Men in Black." Ron said under his breath.
"Not quite. Do forgive me though, as I have not answered your other question. My name, is Professor Moriarty."
"From Sherlock Holmes?" Ron asked in bewilderment.
"Not exactly." The man said with a smirk. "I took the name because I liked it."
"I have one other question then, Professor." Ron said as he stood in front of the trio. "Why have you done this?"
"I need you to do something that only someone with your… extraordinary abilities is capable of."
"And what is that?" Ron asked, crossing his arms.
"Why, destroy my enemies, of course." Prof. Moriarty answered as if he was surprised at the question.
"And if I don't do what you wish?" Ron asked, and the man snapped his fingers. Two large and heavily armed men came through the stairwell door that Ron had walked through before. They had between them a smaller person, who had a burlap bag over their head.
Ron could immediately tell the smaller person was female, even though all he could hear were strained grunts as she struggled against the restraints that held her hands behind her back. This time, before they even pulled the burlap bag off of her head, Ron knew exactly who it was for sure.
…x x x x…
Kim's eyes went wide as the burlap bag was roughly pulled from over her head and she saw Ron standing in front of the man who had abducted her from her home. She had a gag in her mouth, and the only other sound she could make Ron immediately recognized as his name. "…on!"
"Kim!" Ron took a step towards his girlfriend, and the two men in black suits stepped between the two. Ron tried to power up his MMP, but nothing happened.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The Professor said. "I assure you, Mr. Stoppable, this is the real Kim Possible. You will do what I wish… Or she dies."
"Let me talk to her. You don't honestly think that I assume she isn't another synthodrone? I need to make sure myself that this isn't another trick."
"And risk you freeing her, leaving us to fight against BOTH of you? I think not. But there is another way…" Professor Moriarty said, and made a motion with his hand to one of the guards holding Kim.
The guard pulled a blade from his hip, and placed the point on Kim's cheek. He dragged the sharp point down her skin, making tears come from Kim's eyes, and a trickle of blood drip from her face. She never made a sound.
"Do you believe me now?" Was all Professor Moriarty said.
To be continued…
A/N: The character of Professor Moriarty in this fic is NOT from Sherlock Holmes fame. I am only using the name for the OC.
