A/N: wow, this is getting awfully close to 40,000 words and I still keep adding stuff. I just can't resist – could someone please smack me? Thanks.
Anyway, this will probably be the last update for a while…a couple of weeks at least. Sooo many exams, so little time. I hate it :P

Enjoy!


"Ron, easy! You can't--"

"Ouch!"

"…use that inside," Wade sighed as Ron crashed against the wall after attempting to turn his jetpack on "look, you should start with the basics…"

"I have no time for the basics, Wade," Ron protested, getting back on his feet and brushing the grey and red battlesuit he was wearing "and this is not the first time I use one of these anyway– I took Kim's last year, remember?"

"To cheat and be admitted into the football team," Wade pointed out.

"But after that I made it by myself."

"That's not the point. You only needed to increase your strength and speed – now you'll have to use the battlesuit to really fight, and not against football players. It's completely different."

"Hey, I did fight against KP with that one!"

"It wasn't you, it was the battlesuit to move. And Dementor was controlling it," the boy reminded him. Rufus, who was chewing some candy he had taken from Senior's drawer, nodded at his words.

"Oh. Right."

"So, how about starting one step at time?" Wade suggested, "it really doesn't take that much to get used to it."

"Kim did it at her first attempt," Ron tried to protest one last time.

"Yeah, but Kim is Kim," the boy replied with a shrug.

Ron didn't seem convinced. "And Dementor managed to use it as soon as he got it too," he said "he did use the shield against Drakken's flowers."

"But he had spend who knows how many hours studying it – he had the data of Kim's battlesuit, and he was obsessed with it," Wade frowned "Ron, are you sure you're alright?" he asked. It wasn't like Ron at all, expecting himself to do everything right at the first attempt. He had never seemed to really mind the fact he rarely got things right before the millionth attempt...if he ever did.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Ron said somewhat sheepishly. Wade wouldn't understand – he wasn't there while he watched Kim being held up by Warhok, feeling too weak to actually do anything to help. But that would change, he decided. It had to change.

"Oookay," Wade said with a shrug "now, back to the basics – to activate the shield and keep it on…"

"A penny for your thoughts, Kimmie," Shego said, back flipping to avoid a kick and throwing some plasma at her. Those battlesuits really were something, she mused as she raised a bright green shield around herself the block the blast of plasma that Kim had just thrown back at her. That computer geek had definitely done a good work – he had even added mini jetpacks on the back, though they better wait until they got outside to try them out. It was a real pity they wouldn't get to keep that stuff after they dealt with the aliens.

"Just wondering how Ron is doing," Kim replied with a shrug, dropping on the ground to kick Shego's legs from under her, but her foe leapt back just in time and threw a vicious kick towards her head, forcing her to roll away.

"Wait a minute – the planet is about to be attacked and all you're worried about your boyfriend trying out his battlesuit?"

"It's Ron we're talking about," Kim pointed out, blocking a blow.

"Yeah, I can see the problem," Shego admitted "but the lair is still standing, so your computer genius is keeping him from doing too much trouble. Besides, should anything happen, I bet it would be Dr. D's fault anyway. Or Dementor's," she paused "now that I think about it, they could easily make the whole place blow up if they decided to start using the weapons they're building against each other…"

"Yeah, I bet," Kim muttered absentmindedly "I'd still feel safer if I could keep an eye on him."

"On Dr. D?"

"On Ron," Kim smirked "I'm leaving Drakken to you," she said snidely as she sidestepped her punch.

"Oh, thank you," Shego muttered sarcastically, and she frowned as she saw her opponent smirk "don't tell me you really believe what those alien freaks said about me and Dr. D, right?"

"Well, you did get defensive…" Kim ducked just in time to avoid a blast of plasma, and Shego growled in frustration "see? You're getting mad even thinking about it!"

"I'm just trying to train for real," Shego said, attacking again – a tad more viciously than before, Kim noticed. "Without the chit-chat, if you don't mind."

"Aw, c'mon – you love bantering during fights."

"Only when I like the subject," Shego smirked "weren't you speaking about you dumb boyfriend before you began blabbing nonsense about me and Drakken?"

"He's not dumb," Kim protested, trying to trip her "he's just--"

"Hopelessly clumsy and clueless?"

"I thought you wanted to quit talking about Drakken," Kim said a little sharply.

"Oh, please – I know all that stupid stuff about love being blind you teens are all about, but really…" she grinned, blocking a blow "one would have to be blind and deaf to not see your boyfriend is a walking disaster – and you wouldn't be so worried about him trying out his battlesuit if you didn't know it. You have odd tastes, you know."

"Look who's talking," Kim retorted "first Junior, then Drak--" she trailed off as another blast of plasma, more powerful than the others, narrowly missed her head before she even had enough to see it coming and hit the wall, leaving a deep, smoking hole in the metal. She raised an eyebrow. "Wow, now this is denial," she muttered, a small smirk on her lips as resumed a fighting stance.

That fight was definitely heating up.

"Oh, yes – you do want this, don't you?" Gemini grinned as he held the marshmallow just out of Hana's reach, causing the child to giggle and reach up for it, and Gemini was faintly surprised to see Pepe wasn't even yelping, or barking, or snarling – he seemed to…tolerate the kid. A sign that he should bring her to the dark side, he decided. Besides, now that he had taken one of those battlesuits to send them to WEE labs and he had given instructions to his scientists about what to do with them, there wasn't much more than he could do other than waiting for the results. And his sister wasn't even around to be teased – he was bored.

He grinned as Hana tried again to reach up for the sweets. Alright, he could faintly recall the old man telling him to not try thwarting the child's mind before he handled her to him and left to visit the monkey man, but he wasn't a bad guy for nothing, was he? Corrupting such a young mind right under his sister's nose was an opportunity he couldn't waste. Yes, maybe she was a little too young to be properly corrupted, but he had to start at some point, right?

"Choose evil, Hana Stoppable, and you'll have all the marshmallows you--" he trailed off as banging noises coming from the metallic door, causing Pepe to start barking – it was like someone was hitting and scratching it. He blinked as a high-pitched, panicked voice came from behind the door.

"LetmeinletmeindearGodpleaseopenthisdoor…!" someone nearly screeched a moment before the door buzzed open and Monkey Fist bolted inside, his hair ruffled, his eyes narrowed to protect his vision form the light – from the way he kept squinting, Gemini got the impression he couldn't seem much more than fain shadows and confused colours around him – and an absolutely panicked expression on his face. He looked more like a lost wild animal than a man.

"Monkey Fist?" Gemini said with mild surprise as he put the child back on the table and took Pepe in his arms to make him stop barking – judging from the way the monkey man kept wincing, his ears weren't used to much noise yet "what in the world…?"

"Yoo-hoo, monkey muffin!" his question got an answer as a cheerful voice reached them, causing Monkey Fist to whimper and frenetically look around for a place to hide with his nearly blinded eyes. Gemini didn't usually take pity on someone that easily and he had always been among the ones who had most fun everytime the monkey man was forced to leave a villain convention running with that crazy genetist at his heels, but mocking him in that condition would be just low. Even by his standards.

"There is a closet," he muttered quickly as he heard DNAmy's voice approaching "on you left."

Monkey Fist immediately scrambled to the wall to his left and found the closet after a few attempts, succeeding to get inside and close the door behind him just as Amy Hall walked inside the main room, hoping with all his soul she hadn't seen the door closing.

Fat chance.

"Aw, it's not fair hiding," she chirped, knocking on the door and causing Monkey Fist to yelp from inside – Gemini honestly couldn't tell if it was because of the noise or because of her presence "come on, honey bunny, do come out and let me hug you…!"

"What happened?" Senior panted as he finally walked inside, leaning heavily on his cane – he was not a young man anymore, and he couldn't run as quickly. Who could have ever guessed she could be that fast?

"This," Gemini shrugged, gesturing to the scene before them – DNAmy apparently talking with a closed door – as he tried to make Pepe calm down. Hana, on the other hand, was quietly observing the scene, chewing some candy.

"He locked himself in?"

"Wouldn't you?"

The old man sighed. "Dear Lord," he muttered, walking to DNAmy. "Ms. Hall, I can understand you urge to, hum…spend some time with Lord Fiske," he said, and another whimper was heard through the door "but as you can see, he's probably not in the right--"

"Oh, I know him – he just likes playing hide and seek," she giggled, turning again to the door "don't you, cutie pie?"

"Actually," Senior said a little more firmly, trying to stop her from trying to turn the handle without having to get physical "I think he's not in the right conditions to meet you."

"But you talked to him, and so did Dr. Director," she pointed out with a slight scowl.

"Well, yes, but…" the old man thought quickly "I think it's you he doesn't want to see. Not that he wouldn't love to, of course," he added just as a yelp that sounded much like 'make her go away' came from inside the closet "but he probably wouldn't want you to see him while he's still recovering. I'm afraid male pride is something no man can get rid of," he said with a chuckle.

"Oh," Amy's scowl immediately melted at the thought "you're probably right – silly me, I should have thought about it. My Montykins is so proud, you know," she giggled.

"I'm glad you agree," Senior said smoothly "now, I think you might be needed in the lab – the samples and machines you asked for have already been brought here, remember?"

"Right," she nodded, a little embarrassed "I'm sorry for making you lose time, I just couldn't resist…"

"Believe me, everything is perfectly alright," Senior reassured her "now, if you'd kindly join the others in the lab and let us know if there is anything else you may need…"

"Sure – I'll go immediately," she turned to the closet one last time "see you later, honey bunny!"

There was a moment of silence as she finally left the room. "I thought nobody else was supposed to meet him," Gemini finally said.

"She followed me," Senior said with an almost apologetic shrug before frowning "look out for the child!"

"Uh?" the younger man turned just in time to see Hana crawling dangerously close to the table's edge and caught her before she could fall, shifting Pepe on his left arm so he could hold both of them. "I got her. Isn't her brother supposed to be watching after her anyway?" he asked with a slight grimace as Hana laughed and reached for Pepe, but his gaze softened slightly as he realized that his dog clearly appreciated her attentions.

"He's trying to learn how to use his battlesuit, I suppose – I'll keep her from now on," Senior said before lightly knocking on the closet's door "Lord Fiske? Is everything alright?"

There was a moment of silence before Monkey Fist finally spoke. "Is she gone?"

"Yes," was the reply "you can come out."

There was another brief silence – the monkey man was certainly listening intently to make sure she actually wasn't around – then the door was unlocked and he stepped out of the closet, his simian hand shielding his eyes from the sudden light. "You never told me she was here," he nearly snarled.

"You never asked," Gemini replied with a shrug "would have you rather stayed a statue anyway?"

Monkey Fist clenched his jaw, and for a moment it looked like he was seriously considering the idea, but before he could spoke Senior suddenly places something over his eyes – sunglasses.

"What in the world…?" he asked, taken aback, then he blinked as he realized he could see his surroundings a lot more clearly now that the light felt less blinding.

"Feeling any better?"

"Yes," Monkey Fist admitted, clearly relieved – he didn't usually like wearing anything over his eyes and he was pretty sure he had to look ridiculous with those on, but he could deal with sunglasses as long as he needed it. He could deal with all of them as long as he needed them, he thought with a small smirk…which actually wavered a little as he realized DNAmy was indeed of the people he was going to have to deal with. That would be even worse than having to deal with Stoppable.

"What is she here for?"

"We hope her knowledge of genetics could help creating some kind of creature that could help us in this war," the old man replied "some kind of…living weapon – according to Dr. Drakken, she did so at least once before. Not to mention that she had you – we asked her to join us as we went to retrieve you."

"She what?" Monkey Fist asked, bewildered "how in the world--" he began, but he trailed off as a sound reached his over-sensitive ears – a giggle. A dreadfully familiar giggle, he thought as he slowly turned to look at the source of said noise and stared mouth agape at the child in Gemini's arms. The Han looked back at him with a smile and reached out for him.

Gemini raised an eyebrow as the monkey man suddenly yelped and got back inside the closet, slamming the door closed again. "Is this guy really supposed to be helping?" he asked quietly, turning to Senior.

And, for once, the old man actually was lacking of words.

"Okay, uh…how about a break?" Kim panted, leaning against the wall.

Shego nodded, flashing her an okay sign. "I second that."

"Great," Kim said as the door opened to let them out. She simply couldn't wait to take a shower and get the battlesuit off her to wear something more comfy. She honestly couldn't get how could Shego wear her usual suit al the time, she thought with a sigh. If she were heading for home, she would change into something more comfortable than her usual mission clothes – her other clothes still hadn't gotten there from home – get a cup of something and maybe call Monique to ask her about--

She abruptly stopped walking as the thought hit her. Monique – did she have any idea of what was going on? She knew GJ had already alerted the governments all over the world, but had the governments alerted the population yet? Had the operation to protect civilians already started? She knew her family was safe for now, into some protected locations – Senior had already explained that the relatives of everyone working to save the world had already been informed of the situation and brought into some safe place – but what about Monique, and Tara, and Bonnie, and all the other people she used to meet every day at school?

She had no idea of what was going on outside that lair, and the thought caused her to scowl.

"Something wrong, Princess?"

"Just wondering what's going on out here," Kim said with sigh – the whole thing made her feel awfully helpless "doesn't that bother you, not knowing anything of what is going on outside?"

"Can't think of anyone out there I'd cry for," Shego shrugged "hey, don't look at me that way – it's true."

"Not even your brothers?" Kim asked with a smug grin.

"They take care of themselves," was the only reply she got.

Kim was about to add something else, then she blinked as another thought suddenly hit her. "Wait a minute – why aren't your brothers here? They are heroes! They could help!"

"Oh, no, forget it," Shego snapped "if they get into this, I'm outta here. There is a reason why I stopped working with them, and I bet you know it. They're annoying."

"But they could help," Kim insisted "especially Hego with his strength, and…why didn't GJ contact them?"

"Oh, they did – but those idiots said some sappy stuff about how they would be honoured but would rather stay to defend Go City. You know, stuff about how they can't leave their beloved city unguarded in a moment like this," she rolled her eyes "they never got into the big game anyway."

"And GJ didn't insist?"

"I think they did, but without much success. And they stopped trying when I told Dr. D – the other Dr. D – that it was a matter of me-or-them. I guess she tried to say something about how we all have to make sacrifices here, but whatever. She chose me over them anyway," Shego added with a smirk.

"You said that after you rambled at her because she wouldn't get over her rivalry with Gemini?"

"Yes."

Kim rolled her eyes. "You're being selfish."

"And this surprises you because…?"

"Report," Dr. Director said as the head of the scientific team of GJ appeared on the screen.

"We just examined the battlesuit," the man replied with a slight nod "and we're extremely satisfied to tell you we can start replicating it immediately. We'll stop working on any other project without an immediate purpose to get as many people as we can to work on the battlesuits. We're also making sure they won't be able to take out the power to the planet this time."

"Perfect. Can you estimate how many battlesuits we can produce in one day?"

"It's hard to tell, but I think we might reach a hundred-thousand each day from tomorrow already. The production will most likely speed up as we keep working on it."

"It's still not enough," Dr. Director said, frowning "we don't even know how much time do we have left."

"We keep the outskirts of the Solar System constantly under control – if an army gets here, we'll know it at least a few days they get here, no matter how quick their spaceships are. As for the battlesuits, we'll have all the organizations we have contacts with producing them. Er…do you think we should also contact…?"

"I'm sure WEE is already getting into producing them as well," she said with a shrug and a small smirk "Gemini stole a battlesuit for its labs while he thought I wasn't looking."

"Oh," the man blinked, then he shrugged "anyway, we'll equip the governments we can trust enough with the machines to replicate them as well, and we're working on a league of material that would be more resistant to Lowardian weapons – I promise we'll be ready for their arrival," he said, causing her to smile a little – it was in moments like this that she actually felt proud of being the head of Global Justice.

"Excellent. Keep me informed."

"This rocks!" Ron exclaimed enthusiastically as he watched what was left of the robot he had been training with – he had managed to catch the blast of energy it had shot to him and throw it back just at the fifteenth attempt, which had pleasantly surprised Wade.

"Ron, you rock!" the boy genius ran a hand though his hair, still looking at what was left at the robot "you are really getting good at this, you know. You're trying harder, uh?"

"You bet," Ron said with a grin, giving Rufus a high-five "booyah!"

Wade frowned a little, still glancing at his friend – there was something different with him, he thought, some kind of determination he couldn't recall ever seeing in him. He really was focusing on what he did, and while not phenomenal, the results were quite surprising to say the least…especially considering Ron's usual level of competence.

"Yeah, that's great," the boy said with a nod "how about a break now? I'm getting some soda."

"Okay, get one for me too," Ron said, absentmindedly waving his hand "just one more minute, okay? There is some other stuff I want to try out."

Wade hesitated for a moment – he wasn't sure it was a good idea leaving Ron alone with an active battlesuit, no matter what – then he shrugged. "No problem – I'll be back in a minute," he just said, stepping outside, and Ron failed to see him producing a remote control from his pocket as he left. Better safe than sorry, Wade thought as he went to get something to drink.

Ron barely noticed he left, his gaze fixed on the new robot that had just emerged from some kind of trap door to take the place of the destroyed one. "Alright, Mr. Rob," he said, taking a cowboy-like pose "this, uh…lair isn't big enough for both," he declared as he charger, raising his hand to punch it…

BONK.

"Ouch!" Ron yelped as he took a step back, holding his aching hand "hey, that's not fair! You should be softer, or…" he paused, glancing down at his hand "or the battlesuit should be stronger…whoa!"

Rufus covered his eyes with his paws as the robot suddenly started firing blasts of energy at Ron, who began running around while screaming, his arms flailing over his head. "Hey, hey, stop it! I was kidding! I was kidding! The lair is big enough…aaaaah!" he shrieked as he tripped and fell on the ground "Rufus!"

Rufus immediately darted to the control panel to stop the robot, but the movement sensors revealed his presence to the robot, who turned the fire to him much, to Ron's horror.

Well, awesome. I'm trying to finally get how to fight so I can really help KP, and I'm putting Rufus in danger to save me again. Great.

Ron frowned as he slowly got back on is feet, glaring at the robot as it kept firing against Rufus. He felt that sudden, unfamiliar wave of hate he had felt when he had seen Warhok holding up Kim's unconscious rising again, causing him to clench his hands into fists as he kept staring at the at the robot, trying to picture Warhok standing in its place…

Come, Warmonga, we will take this one as a trophy.

Something seemed to snap in his mind, and Ron darted forward, causing the machine to turn its attention back to him. Its sensors, however, had barely enough time to register a blur of blue light before the blow simply…crushed it, leaving a smoking hole on the ground.

"Uh?" Ron blinked as the rage that had filled him vanished just as suddenly as it had come, replaced by surprise. He glanced down at his hands to see a faint blue glow surrounding him. "Hey, cool! I didn't know this battlesuit could do this!" he said enthusiastically, still staring at the blue glow "Rufus, check this--!"

"Ron!" Wade panted as he rushed inside the room with a remote control in his hand "wow, thankfully you're still in one piece – I forgot to turn off…the…robots…" the boy paused, staring mouth agape at the scene before him. His eyes rested on the now vanishing blue glow surrounding Ron, to the bunch of melting metal that had once been a functioning robot, and back to Ron. "What…how…?" he stammered.

"This is badical!" he yelled excitedly "why didn't you tell me this battlesuit has super powers?"

"Well…"

"Oh, oh, let me guess – it was a surprise test, wasn't it?" Ron went on as the glow finally faded "you were on control all the time to make sure I wouldn't get hit, right?"

"Ron…"

"And you were waiting to see if I got how to use the surprise feature, uh?"

"Ron…"

"Man, you got me scared for a moment! And, uh…just for a moment, sure. Do I get a prize or something for tapping on the next level stuff without help?" Ron asked eagerly "oh, wait, I know – I get a naco! Grande size!"

Wade swallowed. "Ron," he said slowly "you battlesuit has been shut down since the moment I left."

"…I just thought he wanted to play hide and seek, that naughty boy, but then I realized he didn't want me to see him in that condition – isn't that silly?" DNAmy giggled, causing everyone in the lab to roll their eyes – how could she be so delusional to not realize Monkey Fist wasn't interested in her in the slightest?

"What does have monkey boy that's so special anyway?" Killigan grumbled, still concentrated onto some kind of micro-explosives that, according to him, would be powerful enough to cause damage to the material the Lowardian weapons were made of.

"Oh, so many things!" Amy said dreamily "he's interested in genetic mutations…"

"Just because he needed it," Killigan remarked.

"…and he's such a gentleman, you know…"

"Yeah, right – a gentleman who uses his feet to grab things," Drakken snickered.

"And he's so handsome, and tall…"

"I'm not that short," Killigan grunted without any apparent reason, causing Motor Ed to chuckle.

"…and his monkeys are so adorable!" she sighed dreamily "oh, I can't wait for this war to end so we can stay together! I think I'll--"

"Vhat is zis smell?" Dementor asked with a frown as an unfamiliar scent that definitely didn't belong to a lab filled his nostrils.

"Oh, looks like the cupcakes are ready!" Amy chirped, getting up from her seat.

Dementor blinked. "Cupcakes?" he repeated as he watched DNAmy taking a tray filled with just-baked cupcakes from under one of his death rays – which, he noticed, had been turned on to its lowest setting "you used my death ray to bake cupcakes?"

"Yup – I didn't know where the kitchen was, and I didn't want to bother Senior. Besides, I could keep an eye on them more easily this way…are you alright?" she asked with a slightly concerned look as she saw Dementor sputtering.

"Zat is a death ray! My death ray! And you used it for cupcakes!" he said, looking absolutely outraged.

"Now, now, don't get all cranky over this – you look cuter when you're not mad," she said with a shrug as she walked past him.

Drakken grinned at his rival's embarrassed expression. "Oooh, yes, you look so cute…hey, do we get to eat some?" he asked, hopefully glancing at the tray – working on laser cannons always made him hungry.

"Of course – I had baked them for my monkey muffin, but it looks like I better leave him alone for a while. Cupcake?" she asked, handling the tray to Killigan and Motor Ed as well.

"Sure!" Motor Ed grabbed a handful of cupcakes and turned to Killigan "hey, dude, aren't you taking any?"

"I'm not hungry," the golfer grumbled.

"Oh, I insist – you have to take one," Amy insisted, showing the tray under his nose, and she seemed absolutely delighted as he finally took one and stuffed it in his mouth "do you like them?"

"Aye, not bad," he admitted somewhat grudgingly, avoiding to look at her.

"Perfect – I wasn't sure if they could come out as well as they would in a proper oven. Want some?" she asked, tuning to Frugal Lucre – who had been sitting in a corner actually doing nothing useful and complaining about how expensive the whole thing was.

"Free cupcakes? Oh, sure!" he said enthusiastically, taking one for himself.

"Now, now," Amy chided as Drakken tried to grab another handful "eating to many at once could upset your tummy. We'll keep the rest for later, won't we?"

"Right," Dementor rolled his eyes, avoiding to look at the tray "hov about getting to vork? You still haven't come up vith anything useful," he pointed out, still slightly insulted by how she had used his death ray to bake cupcakes. Alright, he had stolen a device once just because it made great hot chocolate, but still…!

"Killjoy," Drakken grumbled, but he turned his attention back to the laser cannon he was building. As much as he hated to admit it, he was right – they had been losing too much time. It wasn't like the Lowardians were going to wait for them to be ready after all.

"Oh," DNAmy said, looking a little troubled as she observed the weapons around her as if she hadn't noticed them before "but we're not going to have to really…hurt anyone, right?"

"Och, of course not," Killigan grunted "we'll just kindly ask them to go away, offer them cupcakes…"

She bit her lower lips. "But these…these things don't look nice at all," she said, pointing at the various weapons that were scattered around the lab.

"We're not nice people, lass," Killigan said "and neither are the ones who are getting here to invade us."

"Yes, but those weapons are awfully expensive," Frugal Lucre piped in, causing everyone to groan "I think we could get rid of them with less expensive stuff. I read a book--"

"Aw, please!" Drakken snapped "aren't you supposed to be brining out Gemini's dog anyway?"

"Don't be a meanie," Amy chided him "let him speak!"

"Oh…thanks," Frugal Lucre said a little uncertainly "so, I read this book…it was on a discont at Smarty Market – 'War of Worlds', it was called…in which aliens are defeated by a bacteria, or a virus or something…"

"Seriously, dude, it's a book you're talking about," Motor Ed rolled his eyes "it's not real."

"Besides, ze aliens didn't shov any veakness to any bacteria vhen zey got here," Dementor pointed out.

"That's one dumb idea, lad. I mean, how do ye think--"

"He's right!"

"Uh?"

Everybody turned to glance at DNAmy, whose face was positively gleaming. "You're a genius!" she exclaimed, giving Frugal Lucre a pat on the back that almost made him fall face down on the ground.

"…I am?" he asked, looking rather confused – it wasn't something he had heard often.

"Yes, you are! We could create some kind of…illness that will only affect Lowardians – like…like a biological weapon! This way they will be forced to leave, and we wouldn't have to kill them!"

There was a brief silence following her words. "Aye," Killigan finally said, looking rather impressed "it's so dumb that it just might work."

Motor Ed shrugged. "Count me out – I'm not into that stuff. How about you two?" he asked, turning to Drakken and Dementor.

"I guess I could help with something like that," Drakken admitted "then again, we have no idea of what kind of bacteria or…virus, or whatever could affect them."

"Ja, ve vould need one of ze aliens to run some tests, maybe a blood sample, some DNA…"

"But we wouldn't need to hurt them, right?" DNAmy asked, looking once again worried.

"Well, if it's not necessary…" Motor Ed said with a shrug.

"Aye, but that brings us back to the weapons," Killigan pointed out "if we want to get our hands onto one of them, we must be ready to fight them first and take prisoners."

"He's right," Drakken said with a shrug "we gotta be ready for them first, which means we have to finish with these," he gestured to the weapons he was working on "and when we manage to get our hand on one of them, we'll try out that biological weapon idea. Aren't you working on something vicious and bloodthirsty?"

Amy seemed slightly disappointed as she glanced at the laser cannon Drakken was building, but she didn't protest and went to check something over her DNA mixer. "Yes, I am," she said "but I'm not sure it is such a good idea. Last time I created a nasty creature, things went out of control."

Drakken shuddered at the memory. "Yeah, I remember," he grumbled "we should find a way to control them…"

"Hov about a mind-controlling device?" Dementor suggested "if it can control a complex zing like human brain, it can control some beast's mind as vell."

"Ohh, that sounds perfect! Could you create one already?"

"I could do zat with my eyes closed – unlike ze incompetent here," he added, glaring at Drakken.

"Incompetent?" Drakken protested "I am the only one who defeated the aliens here!"

"Using my idea!"

"Not true! It was my scheme! I came up with it all by myself!"

"Oh, please! You aren't zat clever…!"

DNAmy sighed. "Oh, do they just have to fight like that?"

"Yeah," Motor Ed said with a shrug, then he turned to Killigan with a grin as she walked away "…so?"

"So what?"

"Seriously, dude," his grin widened as he gestured to Amy "you ain't gonna give up on the babe without a fight, do you?"

"What!" Killigan nearly bellowed, but he got a grip of himself "what the heck are ye talking about, lad?"

"C'mon, it's clear you have a thing for-- hey!" he protested as Killigan grabbed the collar of his shirt.

"That's the most stupid thing I ever heard, lad!" he barked, his face reddening with fury "ye better not saying anything like that again!"

"Okay, okay – relax, dude," Motor Ed said as Killigan finally released him and let him stumble back "seriously, if you want to let the monkey get your chick, suit yourse-- ouch!" he yelped as a screwdriver was thrown with considerable strength against his head, causing him to collapse on the floor.

"Oh, poor sweetie!" Amy said as she rushed by his senseless form "what happened?"

"Sorry," Killigan grumbled, his eyes still fixed on the bomb he was putting together as he almost viciously tore some wires he had connected to the wrong part "it slipped off my hands."

"But we gotta tell someone about this," Wade insisted, running a hans through his hair.

"Okay, okay, we will," Ron held up his hands as Rufus tried to help him getting out from his battlesuit "just…let's wait a little more, alright?"

"Wait? Wait for what?"

"I want to see what this thing is about. I think – it is that…monkey magic thing, but I want to be sure."

The boy frowned a little. He had always been a little reluctant at believing in magic…but he honestly couldn't come up with any logic explanation for Ron's sudden display of power.

"Besides, it could be just a one-time thing," Ron added "I mean…it happened once, it could never happen again. I didn't manage to do it again when I tried, right?"

"Yes, but--"

"Look, I want to be sure it is something useful before I start talking about it and make people think it is a solution," he shrugged "things don't always turn out well when people rely on me."

"That's not true, Ron!" Wade protested, suddenly worried by the serious expression on his friend's face. He had never heard him speaking like that. "Kim couldn't save the world without you, and you know that."

Ron blushed slightly. "Yeah, I guess…uh…" he cleared his throat "okay, let's make a deal – if this thing shows up again, we'll tell the others about it. Okay?"

Wade was about to protest, then he sighed. "Okay. But if it shows up again, if you see the faintest blue glow on you…then we'll tell the others and try to understand what it is – it could help against the aliens. Deal?"

Ron nodded and held up his thumb with a weak smile. "Deal," he said as Wade stepped out of the room to let him change back in his clothes. "Hey, Rufus, don't look at me that way," he protested as he reached for his shirt "put yourself in my--"

"I see your moment is drawing nearer, Ron Stoppable."

"Eep!" Ron nearly shrieked as he heard an familiar voice coming from behind him, and he scrambled to somewhat cover himself as he turned to face the floating image of Sensei, wondering why did he just have to do the ghost thing and pay a visit right while he was in his underwear.

Monkey Fist gave a sigh of utter relief as he finally sat at the desk in his…well, he guessed he could start to refer to it as a room more than as a cell – especially since he was no longer locked in. Not that he was eager to get out anyway, he thought with a shudder. He honestly couldn't tell who he dreaded the most – DNAmy or the Han. And he would have to face them sooner or later – them, and Ron Stoppable.

He sighed, rubbing his temples to get rid of the awful headache that had begun building in his skull. He was pretty certain it was a consequence of hearing so much noise and having to endure so much light while he still wasn't used to it, and in part it was true – but little he knew that the most violent pang had happened in the same instant a certain blond-haired boy had managed to unlock temporary the ancient power they shared.

That thought didn't even occur to him, especially since for the first time in years unleashing the portion of Mystical Monkey Power he had in him wasn't his priority: the Power of Yono was all he could think about now as he glanced down at the papers one of the GJ agents had given him. He had to admit that their means of research were extremely quick – all the better, he mused as he grabbed one of the documents. He'd soon be able to unlock and use the power – the doubt he could indeed not be the new Yono didn't even cross his mind anymore – and wipe away those fools that wanted to control him from existence, he thought viciously.

Ron Stoppable would of course be the first one on his list…no, wait, maybe DNAmy would be. And then Kim Possible, and that annoying one-eyed woman that had dared to give him orders, and…no, Senior could be spared, he decided, and so could any other villain that would be wise enough to not step in his way.

As for the Han, he knew he was going to have to be careful. She had defeated the previous Yono, and that tricky creature has more control over its powers that he could hope to acquire anytime soon. He would probably lock her up somewhere, and maybe, maybe give another try at luring her to the dark side.

In any case, that infant wasn't going to get anywhere near any source of music ever again, he promised himself as he began reading the information GJ had so graciously gathered for him. It was still rather hard for his eyes to focus on the words and reading made his headache worse, but he didn't want to lose another minute – he was getting used to it quickly anyway.

Only a clear mind, focus, and a deep knowledge of the ancient power can unleash the power that rests within the Yono. The first step to unlock it…

…yes, that was most interesting, indeed. Until then he had only collected information about how to control the Yono, but he hadn't bothered in finding out how the Yono unleashed its power and what possessing it would mean. It had been a mistake – a grave one – but he could put a remedy to that now, couldn't he?

Monkey Fist gave a low chuckle as he resumed reading, an insane grin widening on his face.