BLUE WASTELAND

A Kim Possible Fan Fiction Oddity

By Psychedelic Leviathan and the Fighting Jesus!

(KP is owned by Disney and all that blah blah blah.)

a/n: I got more reviews. Six is good. Anyhow keep talking back to me here, the more I get encouraged the better I'm inspired to make this. This could go for 25 or 30 chapters easy, I have a lot of ideas. You just need to encourage my insanity.

Drakken's skin was singed as he just barely managed to feint back far enough to avoid the blow. This was a good thing because the results probably would have been fatal. Shego looked slight but she had enough strength to easily take his head off. And easily more then enough motivation to do so.

"Bah! You missed!" Drakken sneered.

"Don't worry, I won't miss again."

Shego swung at Drakken again and with his newly acquired skills he was able to duck. Unfortunately for him Shego was a league above Carlos the local bully in quickness and hand to eye co ordination, this was not going to easy or fun for Drakken. Shego threw a series of punches and kicks that Drakken was hard pressed to block with his forearms or evade.

Drakken managed to pistol-whip the blurred green fury with his gattling gun, driving the steel into the side of Shego's pale head. The onslaught was immediately stopped as Shego fell to her now locked knees in screaming pain. "You...cheap shotting bastard." She whined, struggling against the urge to cry from having had the solid metal butt of a gun slammed into her temple at high speeds.

"Alritey Shego...your going down for all the shit you've pulled." Drakken smiled as he remembered all the times she had mocked him...and there were quite a few of them in his memory.

Drakken cocked the gattling gun and then heard the bolts slide into place. Shego heard it too and through her pain wracked hazy vision was able to see that Drakken had a very large gun pointed at her head.

"To be fair Drakken most of that shit was pulled in YOUR service."

"Bah! I'm a hero now!"

"Oh please, you really think that's possible. It ain't."

"Shut your damn mouth Shego, I'm gonna pump your ass full of rail gun."

"Why do you want that? Because you KNOW I'm right. You can't be good. There's no way ANY hero would shoot an unarmed opponent...and you've already done it several times."

"Hey! The anti-social ass kicking type person is definitely a hero type. I'm like the Punisher, or Spawn. Now any last words before I end your punk life?"

Shego knew she was in trouble now. She contemplated making a move on him, but he was standing about six feet away. He would have more then enough time to squeeze the trigger and bring her down. As much as it rankled her she was going to have to ugh try to use the fact that she was a woman. This was not her strong suit.

"Come on Drakken, even a bastard like you wouldn't kill an unarmed GIRL wouldn't you?" She said with a degree of fear that Drakken had never seen in the slashing vixen before. Her eyes suddenly looked huge to Drakken as Shego tossed her hair.

"Um..." He stuttered. He wanted to kill Shego but goddamit she was just so pretty!

Drakken suddenly reeled in pain as a bright flash burned his right arm. "GAHHHH!" He howled as he went down.

"Nice shot Dementor." Shego commented. She had given him time to aim a rather large laser beam weapon at Drakken's head. Dementor raised the shoulder mounted cannon back up and prepared to finish Drakken. "No!" Shego yelled at him. "Blue boy is MINE!" Her hands lit up again.

The blast had crippled Drakken's weapon arm and now he was faced with the task of fighting Shego and a now regrouping bunch of henchmen with nothing but Kim's lessons and the mechanized robot fist. Unfortunately the fist would only work if he was able to lay hands on someone (It could tear steel) but that would be difficult against Shego because she was so fast.

Shego pounced upon Drakken with throat punching wrath. She wanted to tear out his Adam's apple. No one would stick her up with a firearm like that! Drakken was taken to the floor, but not really hurt as the Armour was pretty strong.

Drakken saw Shego's terrible claws coming at him again and brought up his arm to block it so that Shego wound up just swinging her arm into the metal Armour arm. The shooting pain invigorated her to greater violence. She brought up her claws and tore into his chest, the metal holding at first but then shooting sparks. Drakken struck at Shego to disengage, she parried this easily. Drakken speed was nothing like Shego speed. And Shego speed was definitely unlike Carlos speed or Kim sparring practice speed. He was like a hot shot college running back who was in the process of being brutally introduced to the speed to the pros. Drakken had seen Shego fight many times and gotten pissed whenever Kim would defeat Shego, but he had never actually fought the woman he had once put down for being unable to destroy Kimmy. The analogy of a mouth punched NFL rookie was an apt one. Only instead of being a college stud he was now a loud mouth fan from the stadium stands who was now trying to prove that he could do better then the players he had so often mocked for sucking against other pros.

And he was having as much success as some drunken slob who believed that he could come out of the stands and run the ball against Micheal Strahan.

Shego was overwhelming him with her quickness. Drakken was being hammered by one blow after another from Shego's energetic fists, the suit shaking against the impacts of her balled hands. Fortunately it could hold just fine against her kicking or slugging it. What Drakken had to worry about were Shego's bladed claws. Shego remembered all the times Drakken had been mean to her in their work together...and there had been many. This fueled her anger. Even though the abuse to abused ratio was much greater in her case she still wanted to cut him open.

Shego faked Drakken out with her uncanny reflexes and then took him down again. Her claws rended apart steel and fire resulted. She balked at the flames and retreated a few feet. Drakken saw her lighting up her claws for use as a projectile weapon (why she hadn't thought of it when he raised his gun on her he didn't know) and knew he had to retreat.

Drakken fired up the jets on the suit and took up, dodging Shego's rays with his piloting skills as he got into low orbit. He was thoroughly beaten. Dementor fired his big energy cannon and a number of the henchmen were now starting to open up with small arms fire.

Drakken escaped, but narrowly. His heart trembled in rapid beating fear like some scared little bird trying to fly out of his rib cage.

He couldn't resist a little bit of Drakken-ish immaturity, despite his vigorously pummeled condition. "NAH! NAH! YOU MISSED ME! LOSERS! MWHAHAHAHAHAHHA!" He exulted as he flew out of the range of their weapons, his evil laugh rising above the clouds he was ascending into.

The mission had failed but he had survived. And that was something, because these villains were of a higher grade then he had been. And whatever trap they would put him in to die, it surely would not be easy to escape from. He looked down and saw that they were not following him. Maybe they had nothing that could fly. But more likely they didn't think he was worth it. He had taken out some henchmen but aside of a brilliant use of the old pistol-whip move Shego had largely handled him.

He set course back for the back up liar in New Mexico.

Kim Possible was shaking with worry. Drakken was dead! She just knew it. He wasn't capable at all, let alone capable enough to handle the combined might of every non Drakken villain on Earth. (Well Frugal Lurge wasn't in the evil horde either, but Kim reasoned he was even less competent then Drakken, if such a thing was possible.)

It was dark in her room now, dark and quiet. This was only a little better then what she would have been enduring if she had gone home. She had been four years once, she didn't need to endure it again in a teenager's body. It would have frightening how overprotective her parents would have become.

Well one way or another she wasn't fighting anymore crime. Her leg was broken thanks to Shego and the others. No about of iron will could make broken bones whole again, she knew that only long periods of time could do that. And even after she could finally walk again...would she want to go back?

That was a debatable question. She knew evil had to be stopped. But she had seen crime fighting take the life of her best friend and now it taken her new friend. Maybe it was better to just peacefully give in to the demands of evil. So weak was she that such things actually seemed fine to her. Let those bastards have the world, just don't kill anymore people at all.

The door opened and someone came in.

"Kim...I'm back." He said.

"Your alive!"

Kim tried to get up and run over to him but stumbled into a heap trying. She whimpered in self pity at her own inability to walk.

"Yeah. I told you I'd be alrite."

"Your Armour doesn't look like you were perfectly alrite."

"Fighting Shego is easier talked about then done." Drakken removed the damaged armored suit and then walked over to the couch. He picked Kim back up and put her back on it.

"Wait...you actually did it? You fought Shego."

"Yeah. I nearly blew her head off. But she came back and put a hurt on me."

"That's both very stupid and very brave at the same time."

"I knew Shego was too fast, too strong. But watching her doesn't do justice to how much too fast or how much too strong. She nearly killed me a bunch of times." Drakken sat down on the couch next to Kim. "She crippled my war Armour too with her damned claws. So now I can't do anything to stop them unless I can invent something new. And we all know I'm not an expert at inventing things that work."

"Well at least your bones aren't broken."

"Too bad I can't give you my leg bone." Drakken then grinned weakly. "But then maybe I can. Though it would hard, I've never known anyone successful at operating on them self. Otherwise I would have kidnapped some nerdy guy with a huge IQ and given myself a brain transplant years ago."

Kim laughed weakly. "But what if your new brain came from some guy who read a lot of superhero comics? What it turned you into a good guy?"

"Well that was another consideration. And one reason I didn't want to try it. But now I'm starting to think that may not have been such a bad thing."

"Because you turned into a good guy anyways? And that way you could at least be a good guy with a brain?"

"Well it wasn't on my own." Drakken said sitting down on a reclining chair that he dragged up to the couch. "If it hadn't been for some outside interference I would have been killed. Or have turned into a raving crazy bum on the streets."

"I can sooo see that, you as some bum that is. WILL RANT FOR FOOD or something like that. Then you could put together some homebuilt death ray and try to take over the ghetto. All while pillaging money with your mad panhandling skills."

"Finally, an evil scheme of mine that could actually work. Well albeit of limited vision."

"I hope you don't try it though, I need you to stay here until I can walk again. Then your free to persue whatever warped goals you may have."

"Oh. I was hoping you'd want to stick around with me after you got better."

"Not if you want to go back to trying to be a second rate villain."

"I don't. I find being a second rate hero is pretty fun too. You get to be all righteous with people."

"Its better to be a legitimate hero. You don't get beat up as much. Does that hurt?" She asked looking at him. He was still mainly blue, but also somewhat purple. "I'll bet it does, even though I don't have as much experience in getting beaten up as you do."

"And trust me, you don't want anymore."

"I'll take your word for it."

Drakken got up to look for the remote. Kim spoke to him about that "Do you really want to know what's happening in the outside world? It's probably even worse then it was earlier. Especially since you kind of got all of those villains pissed off."

"When did you become so passive?"

"Since I got beaten within an inch of my life by an army of evil. And since Ron died."

"Oh right, that WAS a stupid question."

Drakken saw Kim's face and knew what was about to happen. He had been around her long enough to get a general idea of her moods. And this wasn't going to be good. Drakken had never really had any friends in life, so he didn't really understand loss. The closest thing had been Shego, back before he realized she didn't care about him at all. Before this whole ordeal he never could have imagined Kim Possible depressed, let alone crying. But now he had both in spades. He didn't like it all. It honestly frightened him, if even Kim Possible could brought low like this then what did that say about the world to him?

About the only time Drakken ever saw any signs of life in the former heroine was when she was grieving over her loss. "Ron...I want Ron..." She began to cry again.

Drakken put one of hands on Kim.

"I'll get Shego for this Kim. Don't worry." Drakken snarled to himself. Though he felt that such a thing was an empty threat. Even with technology he couldn't defeat the evil one.

"Why is he dead?"

"Because life...is fucked." Drakken stated grimly. That was the closest thing he could give to an explanation and was also his motto on all philosophic things.

Drakken feared this was going to be a long night. He cared about Kim now, but he wasn't very good at dealing with people. Especially when they had problems. He put one of his sore arms around her. Kim collapsed onto his chest, crying uncontrollably. Drakken had a feeling that this would be his life from now on, caring for the broken down remenant of what was the world's greatest hero. But he chided himself for thinking such a thought, Kim was going through a loss that he could not imagine. Drakken mentally revisited the horrible pain that he had endured from being rejected by Shego and then told himself that Kim's situation had to have ten times as bad.

"Its okay Kimmy. You can cry on me as long as you need too. I'm not going to abandon you." And it was true too, because Drakken had been abandoned too many times for even the evil part of him to do it to someone else. He wasn't cruel enough to leave someone behind to die.

"I miss not having him around. Even if he was stupid sometimes."

"If it's any consolation I miss having Shego around sometimes too, even if she did hate me. I guess I wanted to be liked in a pretty pathetic way."

"Being alone is terrible."

"But your not alone. I'm someone, even if I am well sorta weird looking. And even if I did try to kill you sometimes. Damn this just isn't helping is it?"

"What matters is that your trying. I don't care what you did in the past that much anymore, you weren't the killer here."

"Which one of them killed Ron?"

"I don't know. There were a whole bunch of them. Shego was beating on me, but there was also Monkey Fist and Dementor. Plus more henchmen then I'd ever seen before. And mutants. Its a whole evil empire now."

"An evil empire...that must be STOPPED." Drakken said with attempted heroic determination. Drakken puffed up his chest, put both hands on his hips and then stuck out his chin.

Kim thought Drakken's attempt at sounding heroic was humorous and giggled. "Are you going to try to be a cliché hero now that you've failed at being a cliché villain?" She was happy to laugh, some of the tension and sadness drained from her chest.

"Cliché hero? Well last time I checked my underwear is worn INSIDE my pants. But hey if you think having my briefs on the outside would make me a better hero, then so be it."

Kim now was laughing, the idea being both humorous and slightly scary.

"And maybe I should get a cape too. You know after I start the whole reverse underwear. I'd also need a secret liar with badly named gadgets, that and a signal to call me. I'd also need to hire a boy wonder type kid to be my annoying sidekick."

"Well if you get a sidekick don't have the kid wear form fitting spandex too. Cause then you'd be rumored to be secretly gay like Batman."

"I'd also need an arrogant motto."

"I'm ten feet tall and bulletproof?"

"Naw. I don't want Captain Freedom crawling out of his grave to punish me for using his motto."

"Well you can't have 'I can do anything'. Cause one its mine and two it wouldn't be true in your case."

"But your retired too."

"Yeah but it's still my phrase."

"I wasn't being serious."

"Neither was I Drakkie."

"Oh so now your using pet names on me too?"

"Yes. I don't like being called Kimmy, so I'm striking back. Well figuratively speaking." She said trying to get up for a second, but then finding out she couldn't.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because it's okay for those...close to me. But not for anyone else. Like Shego. That always inspired me to fight her harder."

"Kim...how did you ever beat that psychopath?"

"It was never easy. Though it was sometimes fun."

"That doesn't help me. If your crippled then that leaves me to stop them."

"Drew...trust me...you can't stop them."

"Well your not willing to come back?"

"I can't even walk!"

"You'll walk again. Your too much of overachiever not too."

"Are you sure?"

"Jesus Kimmy...yes! Your legs are broken...not your spine."

"Okay."

"Nothing bad's gonna happen to you anymore. Now go to sleep please, I need to take a walk and collect my thoughts."

"But...how long will you be gone?"

"An hour maybe. I won't be far, there's almost nothing here in this town. Its not like I'll be far."

"What if someone wants to hurt me?"

"They wouldn't dare. People think this place is a desert vacation stop for gang members or something like that. Not far from the truth anyways."

"Drakkie come on..."

Drakken looked to see that Kim was in the midst of one of her trademark pouts. He grumbled internally at this. The cuteness overwhelmed him and he knew he was going to have to stay a bit.

"Okay fine. I'll stay until you fall asleep."

This bothered Drakken even more then seeing Kim Possible cry. The former heroine was now afraid to fall asleep alone too. This meant clearly that Drakken was outmatched. He waited for her to fall asleep and then left the liar to room the town for awhile, the blue man reasoning that he needed some fresh air.

The one advantage to this small town was the extremely good visibility of the stars. He felt weak in the legs but just couldn't stay inside anymore. He walked down the one street that this place had, he didn't even know what the name was. He reasoned that this town was too poor to afford a name anyways. He over bits of radio talk from a car that was parked but not turned off.

"The villain coalition has struck again...inflicting devastation upon Los Angeles and New York City in America and London and Paris in Europe. The fires started by their orbital rays have burned numerous buildings and residential areas...the death tool is beginning to stack up..."

Drakken didn't want to here anymore. Evil was out of control now. He had always dreamed of a day when this would happen, but his schemes had never involved the mass slaughter of civilians. This evil domination of the times was decidedly less cool then when he had envisioned it before.

"...The Villain Coalition is already handing down a list of demands to the nations of the West, the first and foremost being the complete control of all political power...it rumored that France is on the verge of surrender to the evil forces..."

Dammit! If even Drakken was on the other side now he still didn't like the idea that these people were on the verge of living his life long dream.

"The leader of the villain coalition has been identified as Shego, the green wearing former assistant of the now vanished villain Doctor Drakken..."

Drakken crushed a soda can under his foot. "That's it Shego...your going DOWN. If I can't have my former dream THEN NO ONE CAN! Its half of why I joined the enemy, if I can't succeed at evil then no one should."

"AYE!" A deranged voice ranted. Drakken looked around and saw a toothless homeless man at his feet. "Its you!"

"Yes..." Drakken said uneasily. "Its me." He was preparing himself for an attempted mugging. Attempted because their was no way this guy was going to succeed in jacking him.

"Your one of them! The dang ol Justice Legion! You gonna whup up on those villains that is done blowing things up!"

Not only was this guy a nut but he was also a hick. And a creepy old man. "Sir..." Drakken started. "I don't know where you've been but the Justice Legion disbanded in 1955. After Captain Freedom died."

"Captain Freedom ain't dead!"

"Um, yeah. Its known as radiation poisoning. And you generally die after all your hair falls out and your inner organs turn to goo from it."

"He ain't dead! I swear it! He's frozen in that new fangled cyrogentics'!" The old homeless redneck rambled. "The government's gonna thaw him out once the god danged economy gets better!"

"No. Your a nut. Captain Freedom is thoroughly dead. And even if the radioactivity didn't kill him he'd be like a hundred years old by now. Leave me alone."

"You coward! Fight evil and save our lives!"

Drakken walked away from the homeless guy, he wanted to get back to his liar immediately. Back to Kimmy. Away from this nutcase that so summed up the insanity of the world.

He still hurt. But at least his greatest fear was now vanquished. He had finally stood up to Shego and all it had cost him was nearly loosing his life. That thought entertained him, but shortly vanished. He had accomplished nothing against the villain coalition. And he wasn't sure if they could be beaten at all. He knew Kim Possible would recover, but in the time that it would take for the red head's bones to mend...they could take over the world at least ten times. And even if Kim recovered all of her abilities the odds would still be stacked. It would be Drakken and Kim Possible against an entire army of evil, two on god knew how many. They wouldn't even have that rat thing Ron had liked so much on their side. Drakken wished the homeless freak was right for a minute. Drakken, Kim Possible AND Captain Freedom just maybe could pull this off. He liked the idea of that offensive lineup, Possible and Freedom would be a one two punch that villainy would never have been hit by before. The only problem would be getting them to put aside their respective huge egos to work together.

But then he remembered such things were mere fantasy. Captain Freedom had lived and died in era where the

hero was summoned not by instant electronic communication but by a signal in the night sky. Back when real men wore tights and life was still in black and white. (Drakken STILL didn't believe Kim's saying that the world had always been in color.) And he was dead, beyond the ability of anything sort of weird anime powers to resurrect.

Drakken returned to back up liar. Kim was thoroughly asleep. She looked so troubled in her sleep and would roll over quite a bit. Drakken was worried about her. It was a miracle that she hadn't melted down like this in the past. She had had the weight of the world put on her shoulders at thirteen and suffered stress levels that would burn out anyone else. Despite an appearance of normality Drakken knew that she was at least partially crazy for willingly doing so many things.

But she looked so pretty to him.

Drakken knew as he watched her that he would have to beat Shego and save the world. But he had no idea how.