Kim Possible - Temporal Directives

FF By P.C. Denton

Author's note: It's been a long time, but here it is. Hope it doesn't disappoint!

Crossroad

Los Angeles - Gradius Tower 1:00 PM

"Are you sure you know where we're going?" Ron asked, he had just detached his harness from from the fast rope. He had to squint through the kicked up dust, which was just now starting to settle. Shego had already made her way to the only, for the most part undamaged wall. Her back flush against the surface, she shot a wayward glance towards Ron.

"The only way we can go right now, down. Get over here before someone decides to put a hole through your head." Shego hissed. She tapped what looked like a watch that she attached to her wrist, hidden beneath the glove she wore. Ron heard an electric buzzing sound from above. He turned and looked up, just in time to see Shego's jet seemingly dissolve into thin air. Sunlight from above was now shining through the jagged hole in what was left of the helicopter pad.

Cool. He stared upward in amazement, totally ignoring his surroundings.

Shego let a breath out, sighing. "We don't have all day." She pushed off from the wall and walked a few paces, grabbing Ron's arm roughly. "Move before we have more problems to deal with."

Ron shook his head, shifting his attention back to the situation at hand. He quickly fell into place to the left of Shego against the cool unfinished concrete wall. Ron looked over to Shego as she turned around, she brought her hand up her index finger to her mouth and signaled 'Shh'. Ron nodded in compliance. At first he couldn't hear anything. Above the erratic crackling of the still burning fires littering the area around them he finally heard what Shego picked up a few seconds earlier, a couple of guards heavy footfalls heading down th very hallway they needed to go down. At least I hope it's just two. Ron thought warily, he didn't want to deal with an entire army of them, even with the help of Shego, they would be pure and simple overwhelmed. Ron tensed as he heard the door a few feet down the hall creak forcefully open. The sound of forcibly bending metal echoed outward.

"Damn, what happened here?" A guard called back, his rifle already shouldered, Shego could hear at least two more guards following closely behind him. The sounds of grating glass on the concrete floor could be heard coming from beneath the small troop of guard's feet.

"I'm not sure, sir. Just reports of explosions. I'll try to raise base to see if they have anything new." What Shego could assume as the second ranking officer brought his hand up to his headset. "Gamma two, to HQ." he paused, Shego labeled him Mr. Two. The two obviously lower ranked guards were at ease just inside the entrance to the door. Mr. Two paused for a few moments, concentrating on his headset. "HQ. I repeat, this is Gamma two, please respond."

The buffoon's wild weapons fire inadvertently damaged the communications relay up here. That's a bonus. Shego thought, she pressed her back to the wall as much as she could, her right arm pushing Ron back more, he complied, She focused her attention on the entranceway to her left, the muzzle to the automatic rifle suddenly poked into view. She froze for a split second, considering all of her options. The guard paused, turning back to Mr. Two. Stupid, game over pal.

"Comms must be- urhk" Before he could finish his sentence Shego jumped from the side of the wall and grabbed the closest guard from behind. She slid her hand under his arm and up behind the back of his head, her other arm yanking the rifle from his grip. She tossed the rifle to a surprised Ron, who was still out of the other guards field of view. Shego had a clear view now, only three guards behind their so-called leader. All three of them quickly shouldered their rifles aimed towards Shego's direction.

A wicked grin formed on Shego's face. "Fire a single bullet and he will be dead before he hits the ground, I can guarantee it. Lower your weapons." She spoke calmly, loud enough for everyone to hear. She slowly moved her hand towards the guard's knife sheath.

"Sir?" One of the subordinates questioned his leader, he tightened the grip of his rifle. He watched the green woman slip his commanding officer's knife across his throat, hovering within millimeters from his skin.

"Don't be a fool! Shoot her!" The leader rasped, his voice constricted by Shego's arm over his neck. She tightened her hold on him more, he flinched at the increasing pressure. The three guards across from her readied themselves, but Gamma Two held up his hand in the stand down signal. Without a even a second of hesitation they complied.

Shego's smirk grew a wider. "Aww, I was looking forward to dodging some bullets. Maybe a little incentive to get things flowing." She shifted the knife blade to the far side of his neck, both of her hands ignited in green flames. In the blink of an eye, she whipped the knife as hard as she could towards the closest guard, Mr. Two. The blade hit him in the upper thigh, causing him to yelp in pain. His trigger finger slipped, his gun fired off wildly in the unlikely pair's direction. She ducked and dived back to her right, pulling Gamma Two with her. Two more bullets whizzed by, one clipping the corner of the wall, dusty clouds of gyprock sprayed everywhere.

Ron had stayed motionless for the entire duration, completely taken aback at Shego's spur of the moment actions.

"Screw this! We don't get paid enough for this. Move. NOW!" Gamma Two yelled, he yanked the knife from his leg, his blood oozing through the black uniform legging. "The crazy bitch stabbed me." he muttered as he limped backwards through the door, providing cover for himself, protecting him from the woman in green.

Ron was still slack jawed at the sight of Shego, she had just knocked the team leader unconscious from her hold. He managed to sputter out. "Wow..." He trailed off, trying to think of what to say, it came to him after a moment. "That was absolutely badical!" Ron rubbed the back of his head nervously as he looked at Shego. He motioned to the bit of trailing blood leading out the corridor. "I don't know if I should commend you with that knife throw or scold you."

Shego shrugged. "I wasn't aiming for his leg." She half smiled. Before Ron could respond she knelt down and unhooked the headset from the unconscious guard behind her. "Come on, we have to deal with the others before they make a bigger nuisance of themselves." She examined the headset and switched off what Ron could only presume was the microphone mute. She looked up towards Ron and held it up to him. "Here, take this, it might be useful in the lower levels. Maybe you didn't take down all the RF repeaters in the building."

Ron took Shego's offering and hooked it over his ear. At the moment it was just radio static. "Okay. If the training simulations are even close to accurate the level below us is some kind of employee dorms."

"If we are assuming the floor plans are accurate, this also means you blocked off access to most of the level we are on right now. The only way to go is the way the other two went." Shego added, motioning towards the doorway a dozen or so steps in front of them. "The injury I accidentally gave him he probably wants to deal with. The infirmary should be roughly below us on the staff level." She un-holstered the unconscious guard's handgun and ejected the clip. She slid the slide and the chambered bulled ejected. Patting down the guard she stood back up satisfied with her search.

Before Ron could ask. "I don't want him waking up unexpectedly and leaving him with a readily available weapon. Do you?" The hand with the guard's gun started to glow green. She spun it around so she was gripping it by the barrel. She increased the intensity of her grasp, crushing the barrel like it was made of tin foil. She tossed it to the ground. "Let's go." Shego didn't waste another second, she started down the hall cautiously.

Ron stared at the crushed handgun for a few seconds. Rufus did the same. "I'd hate to see her really angry... Remind me never to get her to that point little buddy." Rufus didn't really respond with much more than a a confirming nodding motion, he wasn't sure what to say of that display. Ron slung the rifle he held in his hands as he turned and jogged after Shego.

She didn't make it too far ahead of him he noted, he figured that she was probably waiting for him, as soon as he got within a few feet of her she called back casually. "Keep up Stoppable, this isn't a stroll in the park."

Ron didn't respond, instead he was concentrated on where to go next. "We should head right as soon as we get down this flight of stairs." he said. "If we head all the way down that hall and take another right we should be in the medical area." Ron adjusted the rifle on his back, shifting it over slightly to a more comfortable position. He began his decent down the stairs to the level below, careful of the chunks of cement that had managed to make it's way down the stairwell.

Shego hit the landing first, lightly touching the push handle on the heavy door in front of her. "Agreed, I'll go in first, you enter directly after me and watch my back." She turned to look at Ron, trying to put her best friendly-but-commanding face on. "You got it?"

Ron grinned and brought his clenched fists up to chest level in front of him. "The mystical monkey man gets it. It's on."

"Ok, move out." Shego decided not to say anything snappy at his comment. "Tread lightly, keep a low profile; equals less guards." She turned back to the door, swinging it open carefully. The hallway beyond was lit with warmer colors, like a residential area. This must be the staff quarters then. She slid through, quickly glancing in both directions to make sure nobody else was in the immediate area. Ron slid in afterwards, almost tripping on the bottom of the raised flooring at the door frame. He re-gained his balance, but in turn he had let the door behind him close a little louder than Shego had wanted.

"Ooops." Was all Ron could say in his defense. Shego shot a glare back at him, and mouthed Come On. She was already half way down the hallway. Although she was sprinting to the end of the hall, she was barely making a sound. Ron was impressed. No wonder KP seems to be able to detect her until she is right on top of us. Ron broke into a run to catch up again, making quite a bit more noise, but not enough to arouse suspicion, at least that's what Ron figured.

Ron came up behind Shego, she had already checked around the corner, all clear. "Infirmary is just through there." Ron motioned towards the frosted glass paneled door directly in front of them.

Shego glanced back towards Ron, a half smile on her face. "And now comes the fun part." She twisted the door knob slowly, trying to not make any noise in the process. Not that it would matter much, they would be watching the door anyway. She counted down from five and released her breath, shoving the door open with her left hand she rolled into a low crouching position. Ron stepped into view sweeping the room with the newly acquired rifle.

Ron lowered the rifle. "... And absolutely nothing." He called aloud. Shego had already stood up, walking towards the nearest computer terminal. The fluorescent lighting above flickered on, Ron could only assume it was activated by motion sensors.

"I guessed wrong." Shego shrugged it off. "Check out the sealed quarantine section on the other side, I'll see if I can get the doors opened." She absently waved towards the door behind her. Ron nodded, he closed the door they had just stepped through and made his way towards the door way. He held the rifle loosely in his hands, they were safe enough for the moment to relax a bit.

The door on the opposite end of the room had two thick, frosted panes of glass, both of which were evenly embedded in the heavy steel door that was flush with the rest of the wall. He stood in front of it and leaned forward, cupping his hand on the top glass panel trying to see through. He squinted, noting that a couple of muted lights was all that he could make out on the other side.

"Got it." Shego called back as she continued digging through the computer's files.

Ron briefly pondered if he should ask how she learned to make her way around the computer systems, but the thought vanished as soon as he heard what he could only guess was the door release clank open within the walls. He backed away as the door shifted inward slightly, the lights on the other side of the door flickering on. Ron's eyes widened, his pulse quickening. Movement. "Close the door! NOW!" Ron managed to yelp craning his neck towards Shego.

"What?" Shego was puzzled at his sudden change of tone, as she turned she saw why. "Look out!" She tried to control her surprised response.

"Ahhh!" A flash of red flew through the now ajar doorway. Ron thought quickly, he brought the rifle across his front side, blocking the incoming object. All in one instant he fell back, one foot outward forcing the attacker above him, using his momentum to fling him behind him. Ron could hear the crunch and brief sputter of sparks fly from the electronic scope folded from the sudden trauma to the rifle.

What the hell was that? Ron realized he was holding his breath, he exhaled and scrambled to his feet. To his left was a compact fire extinguisher, what the attacker had tried to hit him with. He looked towards Shego, who had moved out of the way from Ron's abrupt throw. She had the attacker pinned down, her boot forced down on his throat.

"Nice throw Stoppable." Shego said, her tone becoming serious. "Now, who are you?" She spat, the man Ron had thrown was dressed in a lab coat.

"Pl.. Please don't kill us." He stuttered. "Did Dementor send you to dispose of us?" He looked genuinely fearful for his life.

She applied a little more pressure to the man's throat. "I ask the questions, now let's try this gain. Who are you?"

"Uh, er, I'm Dr. Klein of Global Justice, identification number zero nine-" He stopped mid-sentence, Shego had lifted her foot from his throat. The doctor coughed as he rubbed his throat.

"It looks like we've completed half of the mission without even trying Stoppable." Ron silently helped the man up. He glanced over to Shego who was checking the door to make sure nobody was coming to check the noise that had been created.

"I have to ask Dr. Klein, why are you holed up here?" Ron asked, he walked over to the now open quarantine doorway and peered in. There was three other people with lab coats cowering behind the beds in the room.

"Professor Dementor had abducted us a couple days ago. We've been working nonstop since then. As soon as we had finished the work he wanted done we had overheard from one of the guards that we were going to be disposed of shortly after. I collected my team and we decided to hide out here until we figured out what to do next. After that, you two got here."

Ron held his hand up. "Hold on, what were you working on?"

Dr. Klein looked curiously at Ron. "Before I say anything, are you with Global Justice?"

"In a way, yes we are." Shego responded, she moved to the counter opposite Dr. Klein and leaned on it, watching him intently.

Ron shrugged. "It's complicated. All I can really say is that we are here to help. What was thing you were working on?"

Klien looked worn out, bags had formed under his eyes, making his exhaustion even more apparent. "Very well." He sighed. "Along with our abduction, the Professor had taken what we where working on, the nanite project."

"Nanite?" Shego responded.

"Yes, tiny robots, small enough to easily float through your bloodstream. We had great plans for it's eventual applications in the private and commercial areas once our research and development was complete. That was until two days. I think it was two... This whole series of events has just started to affect our internal clocks. Professor Dementor had somehow managed to catch wind that we had fully functional prototype nanites built. That's how we ended up here."

"Hmm." Ron pondered. "What can these things do?"

Dr. Klein's face brightened a little, he looked proud. "The sky is the limit with them, thats the beauty of it. Upload a program to one and introduce it to the population of nanites and they go about working as a whole. They could for instance, if programed correctly speed up the healing process of damaged internal organs, or stop internal bleeding without ever having to use surgery. But..." He trailed off, his appearance turning grim.

"But what?" Ron shifted his lean slightly.

"It can also have very destructive applications. For instance, they could cause internal bleeding and accelerate it to the point of it being fatal in a matter of seconds if required. That's just the surface to what's possible with them, given the correct program is uploaded and distributed. I'm afraid that Professor Dementor has created such a program."

"Why do you say that?" Shego asked this time.

"He forced us to complete the interfacing and IO protocols as quickly as we could. As you might have guessed, we have finished them, our number is up so to speak." He visibly sagged his shoulders.

"Do you have any idea what Dementor has programmed the things to do?" Shego asked. This must be the weapon that Global Justice had found out about.

"I don't want to believe this, but one of my assistants had stolen a glance at a document of Professor Dementor's. It outlined the replication protocol for the nanites to be implemented in the new program, as well as references to neurological notes regarding sensory and motor function of the human body. I have a terrible feeling that he's going to try to use the nanites to control people, right here in Los Angeles. With the replication protocols enabled I can only guess that he plans on a lsarge scale infection of nanites. Beyond that, I have no idea what his plans may be."

Ron's mind raced. These things are dangerous, how the hell is he planning to spread the things? This is not good, not good at all. The realization set in. "He'll have a disposable army at his will." Geez. This just keeps getting worse and worse.

Dr. Klein sighed. "Assuming my hypothesis is correct, yes he would. You need to stop him, before he can launch his infection."

Ron glanced to Shego. "That's what we're here for." Ron motioned to the quarantine room. "Stay here with your tream until either Global Justice comes or one of us come back for you. Can you do that?"

Dr. Klein nodded nervously. "Y-yes, we can. Please, stop him. I don't know what we'll do once the nanites start spreading. It will make it nearly impossible to stop it."

"Shego, let's go. We don't know how much time we have left to stop this." Ron headed for the door.

Shego paused for a moment. Jesus, loosing control of your body? She shuddered at the thought. The moodulator incident was enough to not have to go through that again. Shego clenched her fists. Not going to happen again.

Shego threw a guard through a glass panel. It shards of safety glass scattered everywhere. The guard struggled momentarily to get up, but collapsed from the pain. Shego turned to see Ron slamming his knee into another guard's stomach that had him pinned to a wall. The guard reeled backwards from the sudden hit. Shego grabbed the man by the back of his vest collar and her hand began to glow a sickly green. She slammed him into the right wall. The overhead light panel flickered momentarily from the dent Shego made with the now unconscious guard.

"Thanks." Ron said simply. Collecting the guard's rifles and tossing them into a nearby unlocked room.

"No problem Stoppable." Shego shrugged it off. "Lets keep moving." As soon as Shego finished her sentence, she heard heavy footfalls twenty yards behind them.

"Freeze!" One of the guards yelled from the end of the hall. He had his rifle at the ready, two more fanned out on either side of him.

"We don't have time for this!" Ron yelled.

Shego nodded in agreement. She grabbed his arm and roughly pushed him towards the set of double doors a dozen feet in front of them. "Run!" She yelled back.

Ron had no objections, he bolted for the door. He heard the cackling of automatic gunfire, one three round burst he guessed from the lead guard. He felt one of the bullets sear past his left ear, the shot went wide and struck the wall. A white cloud of powder appeared. He slammed his shoulder into the door in front of him, the door frame gave and the door popped open. Ron was surprised the door gave so easily, he landed on the floor. His shoulder exploded with pain from the impact.

"Ron?" Someone – a woman called. Ron had heard that voice before. He looked up, it was Kim, who had a look of surprise and a little bit of relief could be seen in her expression. Bonnie was in a defensive stance behind to the right of Kim, she had an aura of all business, something Ron wasn't used to.

What are the odds? Ron thought to himself, he opened his mouth to respond, he was cut off.

Shego dived in behind Ron. She landed in a clean roll and pushed back onto the wall on her left. "Close that door! Now!" Shego screamed, she clutched her left arm, blood had started seeping from a wound.

Ron mind raced. As was everybody in the corridor Ron guessed. He jumped to action. "No time to explain KP." He motioned to a stack of building supplies to the side of the hallway. "Grab some rebar, we have to keep the door closed." Ron scrambled for the door and slammed it shut. Kim had grabbed a bar of bent rebar and shoved it through the door's handles.

Ron and Kim stepped back from the doors, they were trying to force the door open on the other side. The combination of the rebar clanging on the metal doors and the thumps of guards trying to force their way into the next section of hallway echoed through the otherwise silent hallway. would only hold for so long before the doors came apart from the hinges.

Ron glanced to Shego, he noticed she was bleeding. "Shego, you OK?" He stepped towards her. Kim moved between them.

"OK. Someone needs to tell me just what the hell is going on here. Why are you with Shego? Why are you helping her? Why are you alive?" Kim asked curiously, if not a bit puzzled at the increasingly confusing events unfolding.

Ron smiled. Good old Kim. "Listen KP, Long story short I can't tell you right now. Classified and all that, Global Justice etcetera. All can say is this, I'm back to help, and She's here to help as well." He pointed to Shego. "I'll explain what I can, after we stop Dementor. It's still me KP, you can trust me, and you have to trust Shego."

Kim stared at him for a few long seconds, she sighed. "It's good to see you back." She said simply, not sure what else to say. She gave Ron a brief hug and stepped out of the way. Ron moved forward and offered Shego a hand up. "Is the wound serious? Need it bandaged up? "

Shego checked her arm it looked like it was just a graze. Lucky me, doesn't feel like there's a bullet in there. She shook off the stinging pain, and waved Stoppable away. "It's nothing. We have to keep moving." Shego stood up and flexed her arm, as she did, it felt like her arm was going to fall off. She gritted her teeth staving the pain off. She silently cursed to herself, allowing herself to get hit like that.

"Kim, you're here for the same reason as us correct?" Ron asked, he peered down the elevator shaft. He noted the banging on the door had stopped, the guards seemed to have quit trying to break the doors down.

Kim nodded, looking towards Bonnie. "Yes, Bonnie and I were tasked with stopping Dementor from releasing these things called-"

"Nanites, I know. That's why we're here. We got filled in by the leader of the kidnapped Global Justice Science Team a few minutes ago." Ron replied.

"Oh! So you found them, good. Are they safe?" It was Bonnie this time.

"As safe as they can be without extracting them." Shego shrugged. "Can we do this somewhere safer? Perhaps after we deal with Dementor?"

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that." A voice boomed over the newly united group.

Dementor. Everyone thought in unison. "I'm ecstatic, you've all grouped up for me to pick up in one fell swoop." Dementor exclaimed. Blast doors lowered on the set of doors on both sides of them, were the elevator door should have been the last blast door slammed shut.

"We're trapped." Bonnie whispered, Ron had never heard her this scared before.

"Not good." Kim and Ron said together.

A low hiss filled the room, everyone looked to the floor to see gas had started to fill the room, the smoky cloud quickly filling the now airtight room. Shego charged her fist and slammed it into the closest blast door, the force of the strike did little more than leave a burn mark on it. She started coughing, the gas filling the room had started to affect her first. She fell to the floor and fell unconscious.

"Tsk tsk. Don't waste your energy. You still need to see the final act!" Professor Dementor proclaimed. "For now, sleep. Your own end will come soon enough!" The comm fell silent. Ron hadn't even realized it, but he was on the floor coughing, his consciousness quickly slipping. Bonnie and Kim were already out, Ron struggled to stay awake. Some reunion. Ron thought, finally losing consciousness.

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