Okay, KP and related characters aren't mine. This scenario, Walter Baron, Rick Owens, Roy, Matthew, Shift, Derrick, Nathan Vellick, Karen Beckwit, Danielle Bridger, Onyx Bedra, the Darkut, and the Wilgut all beling to me.

CHAPTER 2: Party Crashers

Kim sat cross-legged in a corner of the cage, trying her hardest to come up with some method of escape, but her concentration was shot. She couldn't think.

She glanced over at Ron, concerned that he still hadn't woken; it had been a good hour since their capture, and he hadn't made a sound since Kim joined him. He hadn't even reacted when Drakken moved the cage, first covering it, then lifting it off the floor with a crane and placing in an out-of-the-way corner of the room.

That was something else that concerned her. When the cover had been removed, Kim realized that Drakken had succeeded in disorienting her; she had no idea where the cloning device was. If she were to escape, she would have to spend precious time searching for the cloning device before she could destroy it, which would give Drakken and Shego time to find her. And time to recapture her.

Kim stood, stretching her legs and pacing to another corner of the cage; she stared out between the bars, searching for an answer to her predicament. Wade would know by now that she and Ron had been captured. He might call Global Justice, but Gemini had surfaced again, and Dr. Director was away dealing with that problem. Kim would have helped with that mission, but she had been curious about Drakken's new plot, considering the fact that it had taken him at least a year and a half to set it in motion.

Ron groaned and sat up, rubbing the back of his neck. Kim turned around.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Sore." Ron replied. He had taken to speaking with single-word answers as often as possible.

"I think we're losing our touch." Kim remarked.

"Maybe."

"Any ideas on how to get out of here?"

"One."

"Which is?"

Ron's answer was to close his eyes and bow his head. Kim knew that he was attempting to call the Lotus Blade, but his concentration was broken by Drakken's voice.

"Kim Possible, and her dear sidekick, Ronald!"

Ron stared at the madman in confusion, realizing that the villain had just remembered, and used, his name.

"Oh, yes, I know your name. It's not so hard to remember now that you're my pawn!"

"Pawn?" Kim asked.

"Yes, pawn." Drakken replied. "This operation has taken over a year and a half to complete because I've been studying up on the two of you. I've performed experiments and tests, and I've finally found a solution to my problem."

"Which is?" Kim asked, repeating her earlier question to Ron.

"You see, I tried to duplicate the mind-control microchip I once used on you, but the terrible truth is, a true human mind is too much for the technology. The microchip stops working after a few days. Shego is proof enough of that. Anyway, I decided to try it on one of my synthodrones, but as it turns out, their minds are too simple; the synthodrones can't handle the complexity of the technology, and they shut down.

"So I re-created my cloning device and tried the microchip on one of my clones; it turned out perfectly. The only problem was that the clones melted when exposed to carbonated drinks. I had to rethink my entire clone formula. This took about a month. When I finally got it right, I attached one of my microchips to its brain stem. Much to my delight, the clone didn't stop working, and after several days, the microchip was still operating at top capacity."

"And what does this have to do with us?" Kim asked. "If we're your new pawns, how do you plan on getting microchips into our heads without frying them?"

Drakken looked annoyed. "I intend to clone you, Miss Possible. You see, this is why my operation has taken an entire eighteen months to complete. I've been watching you and your sidekick Mr. Stoppable. Even his naked mole rat." Drakken spoke about Rufus with disgust. "First, I create your clones. Second, I program your personalities into their microchips. Then-."

"If you put my personality into a clone, wouldn't you have to worry about it ruining your plans?"

"You forget. I will be the programmer. I can remove that particular portion of your personality. When I send your clones home to take your place, however, they will only seem to hate me; they will come to my lair as though they were on a mission to stop my plans, but they will really be coming to serve me."

"Okay, that much makes sense." Replied Kim. "But why would you send the clones to take our places at home if you're just going to bring them back here?"

"Elementary, my dear Kimberly. The idea is to keep you from interrupting the rest of my plans. I spent a whole year and a half planning this operation simply to keep you out of my future schemes. From here on out, you will no longer be a threat. Not only that, but when I need more help than Shego can provide, your clones will be the answer."

"Wait a second." Kim said. "If you're only creating clones of us to help you, then why not just clone Shego again?"

"As I said before, with you 'at home,' no one will suspect that you are missing, and no one will come looking. Global Justice stays out of my way, too!"

Now Kim understood the full ramifications of Drakken's plan. He was getting her and Ron out of the way, while at the same time flying under the radar with his world domination. Not good.

Drakken began to speak again. "There is an unfortunate side effect to this plan, though. In order for these clones to truly take your place, you will have to be eliminated." Shego and her clones entered the room and stood behind Drakken, who produced his remote and opened the cage door. The blue-skinned scientist laughed. "I think," he chuckled, "I'll have your own copies kill you. The irony would be a wonderful start to world conquest!"

Neither Kim nor Ron made any effort to resist Shego's clones as they escorted the two of them back to the center of the chamber, where the cloning machine still sat idle. Drakken approached the control panel on the side of the machine and typed in a series of commands; the device powered up with a beep and a humming noise, like that of an electric engine.

Drakken approached Kim and, using a pair of forceps, grabbed a single red hair. With a quick yank, he pulled it from her scalp and place it in a small vile next to the control panel on the machine. He hit a button on the keypad, and a robotic arm emerged from the inside of the cloning device and reached for the vile with Kim's hair inside. Just as the claw was closing around the little glass container, the power failed. Everything became utterly silent, and completely dark. The cloning device, too, had stopped running.

"What the-" Drakken's surprised exclamation echoed loudly throughout the room.

Kim heard Ron's clothing rustle and knew he had again closed his eyes and bowed his head.

All was silent for a moment longer before a single overhead light snapped on, revealing a young boy, about fifteen years old, standing alone near the vent where Kim and Ron had entered.

He was about five and a half feet tall, with electric blue eyes and a sharp jaw line. His hair was thin and feathery, no longer than the tops of his ears, and was steel grey in color. He was wearing baggy denim jeans and a dark green hoodie. He also had the first two fingers of his right hand pressed against his temple.

In the faint glow, Kim could see Ron reach up and take hold of the Lotus Blade, which had returned to him just seconds after the light had come on. Instead of jumping into action, as Kim had expected, he waited.

Drakken shook off his stupor. "You!" He said, turning to the nearest Shego clone and pointing at the boy. "Grab him!"

As the clone moved forward, the boy ginned and back-stepped until he disappeared behind the nearest stack of crates, which stood a few steps to his right. Shego's copy was about to walk around them and seize the kid when there was a sound of rushing air, like an enormous beast breathing. The clone looked up and hesitated, and before Drakken could yell 'What are you waiting for?', a jet of scarlet flame erupted from behind the crates and swallowed the clone where it stood. Orange-and-red lights flickered briefly on the wall, but in a few seconds, nothing was left of Drakken's creation but a large, oil-colored puddle of ooze on the floor.

The color drained out of Drakken's face as a dragon (yes, a dragon) stepped into view from behind the stack of crates, its claws tapping loudly on the floor. The blue-eyed boy was sitting on its back, his fingers still pressed firmly to his head. The rest of the overhead lights came on.

The dragon stood ten feet tall at the shoulder and was covered in round, iridescent-green scales. It had a large, birdlike beak and two long sweeping horns that emerged from the back of its skull. Its eyes had no pupils, but instead appeared to have been made of two orbs of sterling silver that were popped into its eye sockets.

Kim also noted that the dragon was fully able to hold its body off of the ground. It was nothing like the lounge-lizard dragons she had seen in so many mythology text books.

At this point, things began to happen very quickly. While Drakken stared at the dragon in disbelief and fear, Ron brandished the Blade as though he were preparing to swing it, then approached the final Shego clone and stabbed forward with the katana. This one, however, had seen its partner go down and wasn't about to suffer a like fate; it spun on its heel as Ron stabbed forward, dodging effectively out of the way, then grabbed his wrist and threw him forward. Ron was sent sliding on his stomach across the floor.

The real Shego stepped toward Ron, too, intending to aid her duplicate, but Kim laid a hand on the woman's shoulder and spun her around. "You shouldn't get distracted." She said as she kicked upward with her left foot. Shego dodged to the side and lashed out with a glowing fist, not bothering with a response.

Meanwhile, as Kim and Shego dueled, Ron rolled to his feet and was about to face off with his own opponent when a large, bizarre beast dropped from the tower of crates to his left and placed itself directly between him and the clone. Ron stared at the creature, unwilling to believe his eyes.

The beast was four feet tall at the shoulder. Its body was grey and resembled that of a wolf, but was scaly and more muscular. It had a long reptilian tail and from each of its shoulders grew four squid like tentacles. Its head looked as if it had come off of a giant cobra.

It looked at the Shego clone and released a sound unlike any other Ron had ever heard. It howled-hissed-screamed.

Then, before Ron or the clone could do anything, it leaped forward and sank its fangs into its opponent. More black ooze spattered across the floor as the clone was reduced to nothing more than scraps of artificial meat.

The creature turned from its kill and looked at Ron, who brandished the Lotus Blade. He wasn't sure what this thing was, but he wasn't about to take any chances; if it so much as spat in his direction, he would kill it.

However, instead of attacking him, as Ron had expected, it turned and tackled Shego, pinning her to the floor with its tentacles and screaming in her face. The woman was actually terrified. Kim stared, too, dazed by the interruption to her battle. She soon registered exactly what she was seeing, however, and began to back away from the creature when Ron appeared at her side and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"It's okay."

As soon as Shego had been detained, the boy on the dragon hopped to the floor and removed his fingers from his head. Immediately, the rest of the power returned, allowing the cloning device to resume its job. The little claw closed around the vile of Kim's hair and disappeared inside the machine.

However, it never got a chance to finish its duty. The dragon walked forward and took one look at the machine before thrusting its head inside and releasing enough fire to melt anything useful. Then it turned to Team Possible, and with a look akin to relief, lay down on the cool concrete floor.

Drakken had been too stupefied to say anything, but now he turned around and was creeping away when the fifteen-year-old wrapped his hand around the back of the man's neck. Drakken dropped to the floor. The boy knelt next to him, keeping his hand on Drakken's neck.

Kim was dazed. "What just happened?"

The blue-eyed boy looked up and grinned. "We thought we might help you out." His voice was surprisingly serious for someone his age, even though he was smiling, and Kim knew that he had been through more in his young life than she ever would, Walter Baron included.

"We?" Ron asked, his arm now wrapped around Kim's waist.

"Yeah. That's right." He turned serious, then shouted to someone they couldn't see. "Matt, you can come out now."

"About time," another young, male voice said. "How are they, Roy?"

"They're fine, Matthew, now come introduce yourself."

Another boy, about the same age as the one with blue eyes, stepped into the clearing from behind yet another pile of crates. Kim gasped.

This boy, Matthew, was a little taller than Roy, and had tar-black hair, but he was far from normal. The first thing that Kim noticed was that he had an enormous pair of bat-like wings growing from his back. The second was that he had unusual eyes; they were sickle, cat-like, and they were black. His hands were different, too. His fingertips were scaly, and he had claws rather than fingernails. When he smiled, Kim and Ron noticed that he had fangs.

"Don't look so surprised." He said, "After everything else you've seen, I think I come pretty close to normal."

Roy spoke up. "Stop it, Matthew. You know for a fact that, other than Kim and Ron, no one here is normal. Anyway, let's get Drakken and Shego locked up. Then we can talk about it all we want."

The next half hour was spent finding the crane controls, moving the cage back into the center of the main chamber, locking Drakken and Shego inside, and tracking down Kim's and Ron's belongings. When Rufus saw the dragon he retreated to Ron's pants pocket and stayed there.

"Now that everything is taken care of," Kim said. "I can call Wade and ask him to send GJ up here."