AN: Yaay! I finally updated this fic!!! This chapter, we get to see where Drakken is currently, and the fellowship is complete.

Drakken stood on the pile of broken robo-clones [1]. "Is that all you have, Dementor?" he said, laughing scornfully. "Or is there a clone of Commodore Puddles you'd like to introduce me to?" He smiled, while Dementor silently fumed.

Drakken had created another portal into this dimension, and had run into its version of Professor Dementor, who was apparently planning on creating robo-clones to attack a particular Syd Lipsky. He had entered only to have a bio-scanner scan his DNA pattern and brainwaves into a computer, which created two almost perfect clones of him. Almost perfect, except for the miniscule flaw of them not having the martial arts skills programmed into their brains. He dispatched them easily. Dementor sent some of the other clones to attack, but he defeated and destroyed them as well.

Of course, there was another problem, but he'd let that one go for now. It turned out that, in his haste to run off before Shego arrived, he'd accidentally grabbed one of the earlier models of the Dimensporter watch. The earlier version of the watch had a slight (slight meaning MAJOR) flaw that made the later version superior. It turned out that, once you opened a window to another dimension with the earlier version, it couldn't be closed. Thankfully, it turned out Ratigan contacted someone in the other dimension and notified them of the test.

In retrospect, however, it seemed that it would be awhile before Jessie Barkin ever fully trusted her mirror again.

The alternate universe Basil walked over to Ratigan, who was leaning casually against his alternate universe counterpart's cane. "Well", he said contemptuously, "I don't have a single clue if you are Ratigan, or maybe a doppelganger in disguise to make me think you're Ratigan, but I do know that you're up to something."

"We're in an alternate universe", Ratigan thought, "And Basil's still as clueless as ever."

A slight groan emanated from the alternate universe Ratigan (AN: Who we will refer to in future as Prof. Ratigan). Veeken walked over to him, Ratigan following, and stood in his general line of vision. This would be interesting. Prof. Ratigan blinked, and glared at the pre-teen hero, who stood over him, her hands on her hips. "Who", he growled, "are you?"

"That depends", Veeken retorted. "Who, may I ask, are you?"

Prof. Ratigan growled. "Not one to sound juvenile", he said, calmly, "but I believe I asked you first."

"What?", Veeken asked. "Is it so wrong to give an honest reply?"

"You are an impudent youth", Prof. Ratigan hissed. "Personally, I would cut off your head, if it stood a little lower to the ground."

"I'd watch what I say", Ratigan said, pointing the cane sword at Ratigan's chest. "Otherwise you'd die before said stroke fell." [2]

Prof. Ratigan blinked. "So that's what happened to my cane…"

"I can't believe it!", Elaine Ratcliffe cried from somewhere else. Apparently, she'd discovered the raven. She turned to glare at the group. "Which one of you did this?!", she screeched. Ratigan pointed to Basil, who noticed, and pointed right back at Ratigan. "One of you", Elaine hissed, storming towards them, "had better have a good explanation for this… this…!"

"Listen", the alternate universe Basil interjected suddenly, surprising everyone, especially Ratigan, "Clone, robot, or the real Ratigan, the bird still was trying to kill someone, namely me."

"And your point is?", Elaine asked with mock-interest.

Meanwhile, Veeken happened to look up at the Aurora, which was still blazing as ever, strangely enough. "Um... guys?", she asked.

"Maybe it hasn't occurred to you", Ratigan said scornfully, oblivious to Veeken's inquiry, "that I happen to be from an alternate universe?!"

"Guys?", Veeken asked again more urgently. Elaine just stalked over to Ratigan.

"Oh, and I suppose that makes you special", Elaine retorted sarcastically.

Losing her patience at last, Veeken shouted "GUYS!!!"

"What?!" both rats asked simultaneously.

"The Aurora?", Veeken said helpfully, pointing towards the sky. The Aurora flashed briefly once, and Ron Stoppable came tumbling down into Ratigan's arms.

He shook his head, briefly dazed. He then turned and saw Elaine. "Well", he crooned, "Hell-ooo, rodential-." Ratigan had enough with Ron, so he dropped him onto the concrete. "Oof!"

There was another flash, and Kim fell screaming from the sky, which wasn't exactly the picture of a courageous teenaged heroine. Kim landed in Ratigan's arms. "Hi, Kim", Ratigan greeted as if this was normal.

Meanwhile, Ron had gotten up from the ground. "Rufus?", he called. The naked mole rat poked his head out of Veeken's pocket, climbed out, and scampered over to Ron's hands.

"Ah, guys?", Basil inquired suddenly.

"What?", Ratigan asked harshly. "Can't you see I'm trying to have an argument with... with..." He turned to the alternate universe Basil. "What's her name?"

"Elaine", he said, surprised he didn't know her. "If you must know, she's that Ratigan's protég", he added, pointing to Prof. Ratigan.

Ratigan looked from Elaine to Prof Ratigan, then to Elaine, then to Prof. Ratigan, then to... Well, you get the idea. "Her?", he asked. "She's his protégé?" He blinked. "She's not an-" He paused, then leaned towards the alternate universe Basil and whispered "an r-a-t."

"Actually, I think she is", Basil stated out loud. "More than likely wearing a corset."

"What?", Elaine interjected in anger.

"Oh, really?", Veeken asked. "Someone's in denial", she thought.

Under his breath, Ratigan muttered "Déshonneur deport à l'espèce." [3]

"What was that?", Elaine snapped suddenly.

"Nothing", Ratigan said quickly. The alternate universe Basil merely smirked.

"Listen", Veeken interjected. "We need to get to this spot", she said, holding up the Kimmunicator, displaying a map of the location of the portal. "Do you have some way of getting us there?"

The alternate universe Basil studied the map, then turned and walked towards the stairwell. "Follow me" was all he said.

To Be Continued...

1: Read Rocinante's fic So The Drama for info.

2: A little Two Towers action for ya, Reverspots (If you ever read this fic).

3: French for "Corset-wearing disgrace to the species".