Kim Possible: Defender

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Part II.


Investigations.

Then:

"Wade, can't you find her?" Ron said, trying to keep the worry out of his voice.

"No." Wade responded. "I guess Drakken got smart after the Diablos. I know she went into the lair, but the jamming knocked out any sensors, and well..."

"yeah." Ron said, looking around. Kim had gone alone, since Ron was in Upperton with his parents, and she hadn't wanted to bug him.

I wish she remembered how well that almost turned out when I tried it last Christmas. Ron thought. After the jamming had died down, Wade had called Ron, and GJ.

"I expected this would happen at some point." Will Du's voice intruded into Ron's thoughts.

"Dude, you so don't want to go there, about the Amateur thing." Ron gritted out.

"Why not." Du said, "This is exactly what I was worried might happen. She's missing because she had no backup, nobody waiting to cover her, except a shut in pre-teen on a computer."

"I know, right, I screwed up! Fine!" Ron shouted back, feeling a stinging in his eyes.

"That's no-"

"Du!" A feminine voice cut in, "That's enough. Go help the forensics team. Maybe there's something we missed on the first go through."

"Yes, Dr. Director." Du said.

Dr. Director turned to Ron and sighed. "In this case, Ronald, I think that Du may have a point. I know that Kimberly prizes her independence, but as she gets older, it may be wiser is she considers joining a larger organization."

"I-" Ron closed his mouth over the first five things he was going to say to the older woman.

"But let's find her first." Dr. Director said, "That's our first priority."

"We'll find her." Ron said, and wished he sounded more certain.


Leaving the supermarket was Kim's first step. She hadn't been thinking- had in fact not been capable of thought beyond knowing that there was food in the market, so she'd no doubt left a plain trail. Fortunately, it had been the weekend, and she'd not triggered any alarms, so nobody had immediately noted her.

Fingers quickly assembling an igniter, Kim nodded to herself. Nobody would know now. It was easy enough to rig a propane fire here, and the heat would destroy any evidence in the meat locker, as well as calling enough firefighters to completely disorder any information that might be around outside.

Which ignores the problem of Drakken. Kim thought. Or rather, what Drakken might do. She was almost certain he didn't understand what this transformation was. Given Drakken's inferiority complex towards those he saw as smarter, his childish attempts to prove himself better, she doubted he would have made something that was smarter than he was.

Like her.

Don't get arrogant, she cautioned herself. Remember, that's how you ended up like this in the first place. What is Drakken included a hard coded obedience reflex, a biological self destruct device, or just an implanted mind control chip or bomb.

Kim nodded. Until she had eliminated those possibilities, staying far away from Drakken was strongly indicated. As was staying away from her family. If she was discovered, Drakken might attempt to-

Suddenly the room seemed to dim as Kim gripped a metal work bench so hard her fingers left imprints in it. The rage filed her with images of what she could do to Drakken. Maybe a fast acting nerve gas, or perhaps a nanite based devour swarm- or just breaking his neck and Shego's for good measure.

Come to think of it, his goons could be taken down, as well as their families to insure that there was no chance of them coming back at her family. It would also leave more room for her-

Kim fought her mind to a stand still. She loved her family, but this wasn't love. This was some form of...atavistic reaction.

Drakken would have never put this in. She thought, still wrestling with her fury, forcing it down. She reminded herself why she did what she did. She had fought for the world, not just her family.

But they're my bloodline. The thought came out of nowhere.

Kim's conscious mind fired back, So is the rest of mankind. AFter all, they all shared a common ancestor. In any case, A group wasn't was stronger if they were all the same. Differing minds, different attitudes, coming at a problem...

Kim started taking deep breaths.

"I really need to learn more about myself." She said softly. She had been very, very lucky that nobody else had been near her.

And so had they.

Going by her family was out, but fortunately, Kim knew exactly who to see.


DNAmy was terrified. That night she'd opened her lair's door to a knock, to be confronted by some strange figure wearing a hood. It had casually punched her in the solar plexus, immobilizing her while it rushed in the door.

Her bodyguards, A Pandalion, and Tweetiwolf rushed it...and it took them down just as easily, blindingly fast hands finding nerve points, reducing them to unconscious lumps that were tied up and put in a guest room. Then, Amy found herself unceremoniously picked up and carried down stairs to her lab, being tied up comfortably, but inescapably. The creature pulled it's hood down, revealing it's hideous form, two deep set green eyes peering out at her.

Those eyes looked familiar, Amy thought.

"The room is sound proofed, so scream if it makes you feel better." The creature said, its beak having some problems with the words, "But I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to borrow some equipment. Oh, and some food."

The next two days passed like a blur. The creature barely spoke to her, but moved like lightning. Never once did she see it still as it easily cracked her passwords and started using the computers- not just using, but modifying them. Her TV and computers from upstairs ended up on a bench where they were being transformed into a variety of gadgets, the creatures knobby fingers moving like lightning. It even modified the layout of the room so that it could keep moving, from computer station to computer station, one analyzing a blood sample it had taken from itself, while another analyzed a sample taken from Amy.

"For comparison." It said, when she flinched. "Nothing more."

It wasn't just doing research- Amy was amazed to see her bandwidth maxed out as dozens of screens, scavenged from other parts of her lair, were flashing information. Web pages, news feeds, some things that looked like direct telemetry, they were all going full blast, a data overload that made her head swim- and yet the invader didn't seem fazed by it at all, occassionally pausing to look up from some task at something that was interesting, before going back to its lightning fast work.

And of course it was always eating. Munching away on carrots, or meat, which it quickly prepared. It let Amy go to the bathroom and eat, as well as feed her living cuddle buddies.

Amy didn't try to run. She wasn't even tempted after she saw her captor come walking down the stairs, casually balancing a 600 pound computer core on one shoulder. It even let her sleep in her bedroom, after modifying the lock. It let her out in the morning and sat her down in the lab. Amy supposed that could indicate over confidence, that she was no longer bound.

But she didn't think so.

Finally, on the third day, the creature, paused, yawned, and went around wiping the computers.

Even through her worry, that annoyed her. From what she could understand, those computers had been running very, very powerful genetic sequencing programs. The sort that she hadn't dreamed possible..and then the creature started dismantling them, which added to her annoyance.

The creature paused, looked back at her, and she could have sworn she saw amusement in those oddly familiar eyes.

"Sorry. You're not actually a poster child for the responsible use of technology." It turned and walked towards her, "Now, one last thing..."

Amy squeaked in terror as she was injected, and held her breath to see what was going to happen.

"Feh." The creature muttered, "I could kill you in about a thousand ways- do you think I'd waste three days of effort on that?"

"Then what..."

"I examined your profile, to compare it to mine." There was a pause, "I noticed that you have some very borderline chemical imbalances in your brain. Likely they manifested as very minor paranoid tendencies, which explains a lot-"

"That's not true, I'm not crazy!"

"Of course not- but you were also genetically predisposed to being slightly over weight. Let me guess, classmates made fun of you?" Amy nodded, as the creature continued, "I think it was a contributing factor to your cuddle buddy fetish- they never made fun of you or stabbed you in the back... but you're also a genius and geniuses need some form of interaction which is why you started trying to make companions."

"So what-"

"That will bring your brain chemistry back to normal- it's a retroviral." The creature turned back and handed her a thick sheaf of paper. "And here is a list of the best therapists in the state- you'll need more than just a pill to work through your loneliness issues."

Amy bit her lip at that one. "Global Justice would just lock me away."

"No- you're going to do something to make people happy." A third sheaf of papers appeared with a vial this time.

"what's..."

"Treatment for Rabies." The being said, "Works at any point up until permanent brain damage and also immunizes the victim, and this." One knobby finger gestured at another thick print out, "Is the schematics and information to make a dust carried vaccine- spray it over a region and virtually all the mammals will be immunized from the virus- so you give the world a short and long term solution to a pretty big problem."

"How will I-"

"Study the data- you could have done it yourself, actually, in about five or six years." Now the figure was putting on what looked like a harness/vest combo, with what must have been a few hundred pouches, pockets, loops and mounting rings for a back pack that was nearly as big as it was. As it put it on, it continued, "And you might want to think about that. You have a lot more to offer the world than walking cuddlebuddies."

Widgets, of every shape and size started to vanish into the pockets and backpack, until even that being must have felt the weight, Amy thought, but it moved just as fast as it ever had.

Heading up to the entrance it paused, "I'll be gone in a few, I'd advise against sending your body guards to chase me. I might hurt them. I'd also advise against mentioning me, since you're taking credit for the greatest health innovation of the year..."

"I...of course."

"spankin." It said and then it was gone.

"sp-" DnAmy remembered where she'd last heard that comment, on an interview on TV...

Her eyes bugged out.

TBC.