"But Wait… There's More!"

Pt 1 "One of a Kind"

By: Eoraptor

Boring but important Legal Stuff: Kim Possible and all related characters are copy write 2002-2007 Walt Disney Corporation. Kim Possible created by Mark McCorkle and Bob Schooley. Coke, Coca-Cola, and Sprite are trademarks of the Coca-Cola company (well duh!)

The work contained herein is not-for-profit and solely for the enjoyment of the fans. No redistribution without the author's consent is allowed. This fic is voluntarily rated PG for adult themes. If the material here is illegal where you're located or you're not mature enough to handle it: don't complain to Disney, the moderators of the site this is hosted on, or me; JUST DON'T READ IT!

Less boring and still important stuff: This story is a response to one of the fan-issued challenges at KP Slash Haven… thanks to Freivolk for providing the initial inspiration, and BrendanK for a tidbit on the villain himself.

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((A/N Set Post Season 4))

Go City, Illinois:

GO Tower on île des Mouettes:

"Hey Hego… Mail call! Nothing for me of course…" The skinny, purple and black-clad Mego threw a stack of mostly bills and junk mail at his older brother and snorted irritably as he sat down in front of the coffee table, or as Hego preferred to call it, 'The Status Briefing Center.'

As they sat there, picking through which bills they could afford to pay this month, something that hadn't happened in years caught their attention. The TV, or 'Situational Awareness Monitor,' sprang to life and the face of Go City's Police Commissioner, James Du appeared.

"Ah, Hego, Mego, good! I'm glad you're there… I have some… interesting news for you."

Hego stood immediately at attention and actually saluted the public official. "Yes Sir! How can Team Go help?"

Mego gave a limp-wristed, mocking little salute and rolled his eyes at his brother. "Yeah… what he said."

"Well, you see… Miles Warren died in prison yesterday…"

"The villainous curr is dead? Ah, I see…" Hego rubbed his chin in what he hoped was a thoughtful manner and considered the screen. "So why are we needed?"

"Well… you see…" The Comissioner rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from the screen for a moment. "It's about his last will and testament. He seems to have left one of his lairs to you. It's his legal property, and as his only 'home address,' couldn't be sold off as restitution by the city, state, or federal government."

"What do we need with a villain's evil abode, your honour?"

Mego reached up and smacked his 'big' brother across the back of his thick head. "We'll take it, erm, Sir. Thanks for letting us know." Turning to Hego as the screen winked out, he gave him a look letting him know what he thought of the man-mountain's reasoning abilities. "You idiot! Do you think I want to live in this stupid tower, on this damned bird-shit covered island, for the rest of my life? If you don't want it, I'll move in there!"

"Ow! Mego, no hitting in the Command Center!"

"Oh, I'm sorry for bespoiling our living room, Hego… Come on, let's go before the twins find out about this and want their cut of my new apartment."

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30 miles west of Go City, Illinois:

75 feet below ground level, in a corn field:

As the elevator disgorged them into the secret lair of Miles Warren, all the lights began flicking on and machines began coming to life, preparing for whatever action their master would have of them after years of dormancy.

"Ah, I see we were expected… All the better that our foes be in fear of us and wont to prepare themselves!" Hego's baritone voice echoed up and down the long corridor they were in as he struck a pose.

Mego rolled his eyes at the unconscious posturing of his older brother and sighed. "Can it glory boy. Let's check out my new apartment and see if I get cable or not."

Mego and Hego, or Jarred and Hannibal Sullivan as they were known to their parents and siblings, made their way down the corridor and into the main part of the missile-silo-turned-evil-lair as further machines sprang to life. In the center of the main level, they came upon several upright cylinders… the sign of Warren's handiwork and stock-in-trade.

"Hey Heegs, Check this out, look what that dork left in my new apartment! Looks like a sex doll." Mego tapped on one of the person-sized tubes that reclined slightly into the wall of the main room. It was the only intact one, and was humming faintly.

Hego walked over to the lone illuminated tube and saw a definite small female form inside. Attached to the door was a sticky note 'Open Me.'

So he did.

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Middleton, Colorado:

The former/future site of the Possible Household:

"Hey KP! Where do you want this air conditioning duct at?"

"Oh right over there, see if you can get Shego to help you with the…"

"Already on it, Princess… Hold it right there Stoppable. Yup, just like that." twin green and black beams shot from manicured fingertips and struck cool steel. Quickly, the newest section of air duct was welded on and Shego blew across her manicure as a few fingertips steamed.

Kim still couldn't believe it. If she tried to think about it, her head began to spin. Shego was not a wanted villain any more, and she was actually… being helpful. …and of her own free will too, not because of the moodulator or the attitudinator or the compliance chip!

God they'd had their heads messed with a lot over the years, hadn't they?

Even better, Shego had stopped calling Ron a Doofus or a Buffoon. Kim was about as happy as a girl could be in this situation. This situation, of course, was that her house had been blown to bits, along with most of downtown Middleton; and her arch enemies had actually fooled the entire planet by switching sides at the last moment to help save the Earth.

Kim wasn't happy about the destruction of her childhood home or town, of course, but about the fact that one of her most secret desires of the past year seemed to have come true. Ever since Shego had been transformed into Miss Go back in October, Kim had been thinking about what it might be like to have her on the side of good for the long term. The emerald mal-content had been forced to become good by one of her old foes, and Kim had found out that hanging around the good version of the former teen hero was very much like having the sister she had always wanted.

At first the redheaded heroine had felt guilty about wanting to not change Shego back. After all, Shego hadn't asked to be turned good again, and Kim had always known her as a villainess. It was Shego's natural state to be evil, and Kim wasn't going to mind-rape her to change that, considering what the original Attitudinator had done to Ron and how they all felt about mind-control.

Then the scientists at Global justice had determined how the "Reverse Polarizer" worked. Unlike the Attitudinator, which rebalanced the neurotransmitters in the brain and seriously messed with a person's mental makeup and personality; the Polarizer worked more precisely, it flipped the action/reward structures in the brain so that a person who was normally good felt better about being bad, and vice versa.

So in short, Miss Go hadn't been a mind-controlled woman with an artificial personality; she really was Shego, just with some subtle encouragement to behave herself. As Kim looked further into it, unable to get the events out of her mind, she realized more… Towards the end of that week, Shego actually had been becoming more like her old self and less like the super-saccharine Miss Go she had started out as.

Kim had begun forming a plan to sway Shego back to the side of good in the last few weeks, especially after they worked together against Warmonga the alien the first time. Of course, she hadn't needed to. Reality intervened when Warmonga returned with her mate Warhok and a battleship full of alien robots, to conquer the Earth. Shego again worked on the side of good to help defeat her, and this time, was rewarded with a full pardon. And she seemed to be enjoying not being on the run any more, since she hadn't really left Middleton since returning from a UN awards ceremony in Geneva two weeks ago.

"Hey cupcake, where's the Coke? I've got a mega thirst going on here, and welding really takes it out of me."

Kim was snapped out of her reverie by Shego's question and shook her head at herself, rubbing the back of her neck in self-deprication. The redhead looked up after a moment and pointed to the little dorm-fridge hooked to the portable generator. "Grab me a Sprite too?"

"What do I look like, your butler?" the malachite mal-content gave her a sour look, but it quickly faded into a playful smirk as she wandered over to the fridge, grabbing out two soda cans and tossing one to her former nemesis.

"Well, Wade was talking about your butt last week…" Ron piped up from where he was trying to figure out how Shego had welded the duct-work without actual welding wire. He ducked a low-powered plasma bolt a moment later and yelped playfully, "Hey! I was just sayin!"

"Watch it monkey boy… I still have ole' Monty and Amy on speed-dial." Shego extended her playful smirk to the blonde boy as she took a pull from her coca-cola.

Kim laughed openly as she popped the top on her can and took a sip. Ron's new-found confidence was just as refreshing as Shego's sudden good'ish streak. The old Ron had held some confidence, of course… but it was of the non-conformist kind. The kind of cockiness people got from bucking the system. Whenever he was in a situation where "normalcy" was called for, he'd become uncomfortable, awkward, and clumsy.

Ever since graduation, when Ron had unlocked much more of his mystical monkey powers, he was so much more mature, so much more even-handed, and Kim felt her attraction for her goofy best friend growing in leaps and bounds beyond what it had been even a year ago when they had officially become a couple. She smiled happily as her boyfriend continued trading quips with her new friend and ran a hand through slightly sweaty red hair.

"Ah, now this is the life, GF… a blown up house, living out of a suitcase, and watching your boyfriend flirt shamelessly with your new gal-pal."

Kim yelped, not realizing that her other female best friend had been standing right next to her for who knew how long. "Mo!" She laughed and hugged the dark-skinned girl up, laughing and shaking her head. "Ron is so no flirting! We've both seen him try to do that."

Monique laughed and hugged Kim back, shaking her head. "I know… those lines of his are a crime. I think Shego would deep-fry him if he actually were flirting. I just needed three jokes for the holy trinity of humor. Besides… you're living out of a suitcase at the Schlitz-Carlton… not all of us have the government paying for our temporary housing."

Kim's cheeks darkened to almost match her hair as she looked down. Many of the residents of Middleton were still living out of FEMA trailers or at the convention center, and she really wished sometimes that she could be living there with them, instead of giving interviews to every magazine and news-show on the planet from a 5-star hotel.

Seeing her best-friend slipping into self-hating mode, Monique patted her on the shoulder and laughed not wanting Kim to hate her good fortune, "Then again, not all of us are putting up with Katy Kernick knocking on our door with a camera team either, so I guess it all evens out in the end."

The darker girl's efforts were rewarded as Kim's cheeks lightened up and she nodded, groaning her ascent at putting up with all of the celebrity thrust at her recently. Letting go of Kim, Monique turned and whistled at the Doctors' Possible and the tweebs, waving, "Hey everyone, Club Banana is paying for lunch today! Come on!"

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Hannibal and Jarrod just stared as the door to the illuminated tube had slid aside and disgorged a thick bank of purplish fog. Inside, clad in a uniform very much like their own, was a slender teenage girl. She didn't move in response to the opening of the tube's door, but as the purple mist cleared from around her, machines and displays clicked to life, showing she was indeed alive.

Even though her eyes were hidden by a stylish black mask, there was no mistaking who she was; the lime green of her uniform and that telltale pistachio-colored skin could belong to only one person in the entire world.

"Sharon?" Hego whispered uncertainly as he looked at the apparently sleeping girl, who appeared to be about fifteen.

"Freaking Clonemaster!" Mego angrily slapped the side of the tube. He couldn't believe that Miles Warren had actually had the brass cojones to clone their sister. Well, at least he'd never unleashed this thing.

The slap, which echoed around the titanium and glass tube, stirred the occupant. She groaned and lifted her hand, rubbing her face for a long moment before opening her eyes and looking out at the two men looking in. Licking her lips, she frowned and started to step out of the coffin-like container. "Gosh, about time you two got here. Clonemaster clocked me on the back of the head when I came out to investigate for Commissioner Gooding."

They two men stared at the girl, a bit dumbfounded. Clonemaster's creations were generally shambling moaning automata when they were 'hatched;' not coherent, speaking individuals… They each started to have a sinking feeling as 'Sharon' clambered fully out of the cylinder and blinked her bleary eyes.

"Say… you guys look different, and taller. Get new boots? Must be the lighting in here. I swear… what is it with villains and moody lighting? Well come on… we need to go tell Gooding that Clonemaster is trying to replace her with a doppelganger and take over the police force." 'Sharon' was still rubbing her eyes, and finally peeled off the thin black mask to reveal the face of a fifteen year old teen hero. "Man I could use a Coke… we got any in the Go jet?"

Finally Hego coughed into his hand and shuffled up to her, clapping a massive hand on her slender adolescent shoulder, "Shego… we um… we need to talk…"

Mego nodded, wiping what could be a tear from his eye, but which he would claim was dust from his new apartment/lair. "Yeah… talk…"

As they walked back up the corridor towards the elevator, Mego peeled another taped envelope from her back and pocketed it for later reading. What was it with Clonemaster and sticking notes to things?

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