A/N: things are falling in place, but will it work or will Kim and Co. wreck yet another attempt at world domination?

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, if I did, I would be rich and my stories would be on TV rather than here.

There was one thing I hadn't planned on... the citizens. I had the governments, I had their military's, I had their opponents' governments, I had their opponents' military's, but... I didn't have all the people. It wasn't perfect, but the majority of casualties were avoided.

Many of the starving corners of the world welcomed my rule with open arms. Putting the angry golfer over Africa turned out to be a wonderful idea, the man could make volcanic pumice sprout daisies if he wanted. Turning portions of the plains into viable cropland was child's play for him, and in trade, he got an entire continent to play golf on with it's own built in water hazards, each with several lions and other wildlife to top it off.

In the east, as with most places, I found that the less I promised to change things, the more likely the locals would continue doing what they were doing... just under my flag. Yori turned out to be useful, and was instrumental in stopping the initial crime spree the local Yakuza tried to put into play during the confusion of the 'change of guard'.

Europe was mostly a walk in the park, when the Queen was left as a figurehead the UK shrugged it off and went back to their rainy lives. The Swiss took a bit of convincing, but when I told them I needed a global banking system put into place, and eventually a unified currency... there were very few that had any objections to someone increasing business for them while causing minimal disturbances in their normal lives.

The biggest problem came from the far West. Both American continents were heavily armed, and quite content with the status quo. At least, they were initially. The drug lords of South America refused to see reason, saying the world needed their products... they changed their tune when the mutant bugs created by DNAmy ate every narcotic plant they could grow and seed for crops were delivered by some synthodrones. Mexico and the US had similar problems, they liked their lives the way they were for the most part, and they'd seen enough 'big government' to fear my reign would take their firearms... well, I knew it'd be near impossible to get them all, and it'd be a fight tooth and nail for each and every one. So, I reestablished people in the former wildlife division into my system, and put things into place so very little was changed. The lack of immediate change made the transition go much smoother.

"Supreme One, reports of another launch has been reported. It seems some are not content with your rule." I really liked them when they couldn't talk, but I needed bodies on the ground without putting lives on the line. As I waved it off, Ron came in.

Something wasn't right, he wasn't making eye-contact and was shuffling his feet, "Ron, what's going on?"

If I wasn't sure before, the way he muttered on his way to take a seat nearby gave it away. After a few deep breaths, and attempts at starting he finally sighed and spoke, "I want to let people know. Maybe I can convince them not to fight; KP and Wade will listen to me, maybe we won't have to fight them."

I could hear it in his voice, he was scared. Not of losing, but of facing them and winning, "I'll give you one chance, and there will be an entire squad of synthodrones with their NLEWs and gasses."

There it was, that gleam in his eye.. hope. He was smiling again, "Thank you."

Contacting Nerdlinger hadn't been hard, announce it on Shego Network News (SNN) and within three minutes my personal cell phone rang, "Supreme One speaking." I still get a grin when I say that.

"Shego, this is Wade. We got your message." He sounded like he was running on three days worth of caffiene and no sleep.

"Oh good, I was hoping you hadn't stopped watching the news." There was a bit of commotion in the background but I kept going, "Me and my... associate would like to speak with you and Ms. Possible at the earliest convenience."

"What about?" That wasn't the Nerdlinger, it was the unmistakable voice of Princess herself.

My grin only widened, "Peace talks, it does neither of us any good to fight amongst ourselves. I've already taken the key to the planet, there's really no reason for you to cause discord, is there?"

Imagine my surprise when the two voices got quiet as if the mike was covered, but didn't mute things allowing me to hear them arguing whether or not to do it. Finally, Wade's voice came back over clearly, "I'll send you coordinates once your hovercraft is near Middleton. Any thing else approaches the area and I'm pulling her out."

Before I could respond, the line went dead. "Well, what did they say?" I glanced up as he took a seat next to me on the couch.

"They agreed. Well, Kimmie agreed to meet us somewhere near Middleton, Wade is going to send me coordinates once we're near the city." I stood and offered him a hand, "You really want to do this?"

He sat there for a few moments, thinking and staring at my hand for a moment before using it to pull himself to his feet, "No. But it's something that has to be done, or they'll keep trying to undo what we've done." As we started moving towards the hangar he smirked slightly, "We're going to Mount Middleton, probably where DNAmy was doing experiments."

I'll give Ron credit, he knew what he was talking about. As I pulled the craft around a few trees, the scanners showed some of the old equipment was still laying broken in the cave.

As we touched down, and the engines went into idle, I wasn't surprised to see a head of red hair appear from apparently nowhere, followed closely by the rest of her. I couldn't help but shake my head at the precaution of using a cloak to wait on me at a position they chose.

True to my word to Ron, as soon as I dropped the ramp, the 6 armored Synthodrones carrying their NLEWs and gas canister launchers filed out and stood at attention. Walking between them, I kept my eyes on Kim and in the direction she came from, hoping this wouldn't come to blows today.

"What do you want to talk about, Shego, that you couldn't talk about on the line?" I cringed, she was angry... pissy, and I really wasn't in the mood to deal with her shit.

"Princess, dial it down a notch, I don't have much to say. I think the proper phrase is, 'I'm just along for the ride'." Her hair was more frazzled than normal... she looked like she needed a hot shower and a good day or two of sleep. Drakken could have lasted five of ten minutes against her in this condition.

Her patience was running thinner than normal, "What kind of game are you playing, I'm not going to bow down to you. And you can't honestly expect me to be okay with a super-villain taking over the world?"

I saw her take a breath to continue her rant, then deflate as if someone had stuck a pin in a balloon. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Ron reach the bottom of the ramp, "It's 'bout time you joined us, she was getting ready to chew my ear off."

In one of his rare moments of seriousness, he put his hand on my shoulder and nodded towards the hovercraft, "Wait by the ramp please, I need to do this without distraction." I saw the raging emotions in the redhead's green eyes, but there was a confidence in Ron's soft tone that let me nod and go take a seat to watch from a distance. He was still speaking quietly, but it seemed to carry rather well and I could hear him clearly, "Hey KP. Long time, no see?" She still hadn't shaken herself out of the state of shell-shock she was in, "I know this looks bad, but... KP, I did the best I could. You always told me I was full of potential, and well, I'll be honest, I never believed you. But then, I was given a chance to do something good, take something that could have been horrible and made the best out of it." He scratched the back of his head as he chuckled, "Well, the best I could anyways. I know if you and Wade were to work with us, we'd-"

He never got to finish that statement as her fiery temper overcame the other emotions keeping her in a deadlock, "Don't you dare, Ronald. You were my friend, my best friend, and you turn on me? Join up with a villain, and help her take over the world. And now? Now you're asking me to work with her and you together?" If she hadn't been yelling at him, I would probably have found the fact her face was nearly as red as her hair humorous, "What's your price? How much did she have to promise you to get you to change sides? Did she offer me as a slave if you were a good little boy? Or are you sleeping in her bed nowadays?"

I was already moving towards her when he held out a hand, "No Shego." Even then, he knew it was a pointless exercise, but he wouldn't give up so easily. Once I moved back, he closed his eyes for a moment before looking back at Kimmie, "KP, you don't mean that. I never changed sides, I found a way to do good with what she was doing. If you'll come with us, we can show you."

Up until that point, I'd never really heard a person growl words like an animal, "Don't you 'KP' me EVER again, you got that? I see how things are now, it's 'work with us', 'come with us', and 'we can'. You're with her, you've made your decision. I hope you can live with it." She spat on the ground between them and started towards the cloaked vehicle she'd brought; Ron winced, but took a step towards her only to receive a glare that made me shudder before she vanished from view.

The sound of her hovercraft taking off was clear as he stood there staring at the point she'd disappeared from. He wasn't moving, and I was quite aware of the blow he's just taken... one I was afraid he'd take, one he knew was possible, but it wasn't one you can brace yourself for. As I stepped up behind him, I heard him whisper the age old question that many have asked, and many more will ask, "Why?

When my hand came to rest on his shoulder, it was like the world landed with it; his knees gave out, and I barely caught him before he went face first into dirt. Picking him up and carrying him back towards the hovercraft I couldn't help myself as I tried to calm him down, to stop his pain, the tears, the pleading; I had never hated anyone more than I hated Kim Possible right then. I wanted her dead for what she was doing to him, but would never order it because of what that would do to him.