BLUE WASTELAND

A Kim Possible Fan Fiction Oddity

By Psychedelic Leviathan

(KP is owned by Disney. Am I going to have to put that on this until it's done?)

a/n: I forgot to mention this in last chapter but Lone Starr is right. This is an alternate universe then the one Black Dawn occurred in since Rockie Flagg is present, whereas else in the multiverse he is dead. Black Dawn itself is also an alternate universe from the main continuum because it was written before Go Team Go and Shego's origins were very different from the ones in that.

Drakken was weary but flushed with victory. The crazy one armed man had rang the bells of war and the psychopath within Drakken had responded. The prospects of this conflict excited him greatly, making such things like a need for sleep, food or even liquids seem wholly unimportant until he designed something great. And he had finally invented something great, this was a sure thing. Drakken had a growing belief in himself as competent, the increased blood flow from the lovely activities of HELL'S GYM making his brain more and more simulated. The gray mass was on fire with ideas.

"Most people use ten percent of their brain." He had mused that night. "I AM NOW ONE OF THEM!"

Drakken's newest invention was ready. It looked innocent enough, a small blue pill. But he knew what it would. Within an hour the resistance would be invigorated! It was going to be the terror of Shego's empire! Death and destruction upon the evil doers WHO HAD RIPPED OFF AND BLATENTLY COPYCATTED HIS DREAM! Drakken knew logically that others had striven for global domination in the past, but they had all been pitiful compared to his genius! (Well at least he thought so. There were large parts of his brain in which he could do no wrong.) He was the deserving one! He and he alone had the rightful claim to be emperor of humanity!

And soon his inventions would place him on that lofty throne. Galileo, Darwin. Einstein and now Drakken. If knowledge was power then what was science but a magic enchantment? When he knew everything he would be as the gods, Zeus, Thor and now Drakken again.

"Shego...YOU GET NOTHING!" He growled aloud while thinking of this.

Drakken wiped off some of the sweat from his face. He was tired and knew there was no way he could make it in HELL'S GYM today or even try, but it was worth it because he done good for the cause. Drakken walked outside into the dawning light. He had watched a number of sunrises in his insomniac existence. And this one was especially brilliant. Yes! This would indeed be the day of the rebellion! Gods of war and victory be praised! Warm gusts of wind began to whip off the desert, bringing relief from the night's cold. He let the high desert winds play with his hair for awhile, then decided to go back inside.

"Kim Possible?" Drakken asked aloud. "Are you awake?"

The sleeping form on the couch moved slightly as the sun began to filter into the room. Kim Possible gave a slight whimper.

"Kim Possible...wake up."

She mumbled something in her sleep and then rolled over on one side. This was beginning to piss Drakken off. She was key to his plan!

Drakken sucked in oxygen, gradually filling his lungs until he reached maximum capacity. He gritted his teeth for what he was about to do.

"WAKE THE HELL UP!!!"

Kim stirred and bitterly asked "What?"

"Kim Possible, today is your lucky day."

"Shut up. I want to go back to sleep."

"Fine. But take this pill first."

"Pill?"

"Take the pill Kim Possible, then you can sleep all day."

"Why?"

"Just do it!"

"That's not a very good reason."

"Look if I wanted to kill you I could have done it a whole bunch of times earlier."

"Fine. Whatever, I just want to go back to sleep."

Kim Possible chewed the tablet and went back to sleep on the couch. Yes! Drakken knew now that it was working! All he had to do was wait now. He walked into the room Bonnie was in and decided he would watch her sleep, to brood over her as she lay unconscious before him. To contemplate this potential rival of his as she snored helpless before his blue evil power. He could kill her right then and there quite easily, but there would be no pride to be gained by such a thing. No Doctor Drakken simply didn't function in such a cheap and trivializing manner. Leave that to Shego, a villain who had no respect for the ancient traditions of villainy. Shego would just cut one's throat. Where was the power and the glory in that? There were a number of times when he merely could have stuck a gun into Kim Possible's temple and blown her brains out the side of her head, who so what?

Drakken knew that the true villain was a master of aesthetics, an artist whose medium of sculpture was the terror of the non believers. That was why one employed the traps, the death mazes, the henchmen who despite fearsome appearances didn't know their asses from their elbows. This was art! And what was art but the very stuff of creation? Drakken felt badly that these new villains were violating the art form so badly and not just violating it but molesting it. When Shego had the heroic incarnation of Drakken on his back did she give him a trap to escape from? Did she rant? No. She simply raised back her slashing talons to cut out his throat and would have if he had not prevented it.

Yes indeed, this was the death of the hero-hero rule code. Shego should have put him in an impossible situation for him to die and then left in order to give him a chance to do something heroic. But she had simply tried to gore out his throat like Sweeny Todd. This was no less then committing dry anal rape upon the rules of engagement. The rules were what separated a true villain from a mere murdering terrorist. Drakken found it sad to know that other then him and Senior Senior Senior there were no real villains left.

That last thought jarred Drakken's mind. Was he still in fact a villain? Even with all of his heroics fighting the forces of evil lately? That should have at least in his mind established him as a hero, he had launched his stupid but incredibly daring raid on Shego's main base and he had destroyed a number of her outposts and faced off against giant robots. He was in that freak Herman's resistance group, he was hanging out with the beefy anarchists in HELL'S GYM...well maybe the last one wasn't a good example.

Under all of the things he had done, was he still a villain at heart? Was he just doing all this so that Shego could be removed and he could step in and take over in her place? Was it possible for someone who had committed so many atrocities of his own to be really changed? He had earlier in this wicked desert considered himself to have been reborn in the light, but had that all been a lie that even he had not know he had been committing at the moment of supposed re-birth?

Drakken shuddered.

But at least he had distractions from his brain. Drakken was often grateful for an external reality, without it his thought tumor would surely end his life. And right here reality was liberating him from his internal despair.

Bonnie's chainsaw snoring caused him to forget the thoughts that had just assailed him. Jesus Christ, that girl was loud! It was funny that someone so elegant in appearance could put forth such crude and harsh snoring.

The snoring though almost tempted Drakken to forget his evil code of honor and just put a gun in that girl's mouth. Drakken hated this Bonnie girl and the noise was just one more reason to do so. She would pay for messing around with his Kimmy! Drakken wasn't exactly sure how he knew, but he did. Paranoia had often served him well. And his sense of it was rarely wrong. Maybe he was secretly some kind of psychic, that would explain why so many of his paranoid hunches were correct. Or maybe he was just so irritating that people simply couldn't resist hating him. Yeah the second hypothesis had to have been it. Drakken grimly mused that the less exciting idea was often the true one.

He grew tired of watching Bonnie sleep and snore, so he walked out of that room. Then got what he knew he'd need for this big day, some very large blades. He knew where he was going with this. It all made sense, at least to him.

Drakken unleashed his well groomed evil laugh. Hero or villain, that would be something about him that would never change.

Kim Possible was jolted out of the deadness of sleep by a horrible revelation.

Someone was cutting her!

Her green eyes grew wide. What in the living breathing hell was going on! She saw Drakken doing something at the base of her legs.

"DRAKKEN!" She yelled.

"What? I'm cutting you free here." Drakken said operating the whirling saw.

"Your...oh..."

Drakken was cutting the plaster cast off of her left leg. It was almost off.

"Your ready to walk again." Drakken said. "That pill was a healing experiment of mine. Your bones have been mended."

"Drakken! Its only been a month and a half. My legs can't have healed that fast! You stop doing that!"

"I tell you your fine!"

"Drakken!" Kim growled at him with a vicious snap in her voice. Drakken knew that she was pissed from the way that she was speaking firstly, but even more so by the fact that she had gone back to calling him Drakken instead of Drew. It was like how his mother would invoke his horrid middle name Cecil when angry at him over something.

"KIM! You will be thanking me!"

"The bone has to remain in place you idiot! Or my leg won't heal right!" Kim yelled lucidly. "BONNIE! HELP!"

Drakken had sawed off the cast on her left leg and was now doing her right. "Calm down you crazy girl!" He grunted at her. "Your gonna be thanking me in a few minutes."

"LET ME GO YOU MEATHEADED FREAK!" She growled at him as Drakken used one of his thickened arms to hold her back.

"There, finished." He said taking off the other cast and casting it aside.

"YOUR FUCKING INSANE!"

"Oh yeah. Then do something about it." Drakken said as he stepped back. "But sometime before that you might want to consider waxing your legs. They haven't seen the light of day in like a zillion years."

Kim glanced down and saw that he was correct, her legs had gotten pretty gross in the time that they had been covered in plaster. Now she felt insulted on top of all this. "FUCKER! YOU DID TAKE ME HERE TO TORTURE ME!"

Kim leapt to her feet and came at Drakken rabidly. He grabbed her and threw her down, the teen hero landing squarely on her ass before she realized all of what had just happened.

She had not just walked, but run! Kim Possible stood up and just reveled in the feeling of standing on her feet again, with no help from anyone. She felt disorientated but amazed.

"Oh my God..." She gasped breathlessly, putting one foot in front of another as if she was balancing on a tight rope rather then just walking on Drakken's living room floor. "Dark...Drew..."

"See? I'm not a total idiot now am I?"

"No. Your not an idiot, much less a close one."

"What am I now?"

"A genius."

"That's right. I am." Drakken nodded with self affirmation. "What kind of genius am I Kimmy?"

"An evil one?"

"Well that's not was I looking for, but it'll do."

"Oh and what might that have been?"

"An immortal genius."

"Okay you can be that too, just so long as you promise that this is real. And I'm really standing and walking and off the couch."

"It is. Kim Possible, you have been resurrected from the dead."

Kim collapsed into Drakken's arms. "Oh thank you."



Bonnie Rockwaller came in, having heard some rather vicious yelling going on. She hated being awoken by things, or just woke up at all. Waking from sleep was an anger inducing thing. But nearly as hate building as what she saw when she came in to see what was happening.

Kim Possible was hugging Drakken and not in any I consider you a friend way. Kim's head was limp on Drakken's shoulders and her eyes were closed. She looked completely blissed out, lost in space and traveling through time as she reclined on the bulked up blue man.

It was then that Bonnie finally seemed to notice that Kim was standing up, which probably explained why she was reacting so favorably. While it was amazing that Kim had someone healed up like that it didn't overcome the fact that Kim was now glomping on Drakken.

Bonnie's eyes narrowed in anger. One of her dominant traits was the green eyes monster of envy and this was clearly a factor now. She watched as Kim finally stopped her glomping and walked out of the room to go outside.

"Hi Drakken." Bonnie smiled viciously. "Feeling well today?"

"Why hello Bon Bon." Drakken laughed lowly. "I am feeling well today indeed thank you."

"Oh your welcome." Bonnie smirked balefully. "I unfortunately cannot say the same about myself. I am not feeling so wonderful and lovely on this day."

"Oh? And why is that friend?"

"Well I am in love friend."

Drakken knew as well as Bonnie what they were talking about, but they were more interested in seething in rage at each other. "Oh? With who? What's he like?"

"Actually it is a she."

"Oh? How progressive of you."

"And you have never felt any urges towards another man?"

"None that I have acted upon."

"Well that's too bad. Anyways we have a mutual problem. As I am sure you know well, the delicious red haired problem that is Kim Possible."

"Yes. That is the issue."

"So what shall we decide to do about it?" Bonnie asked with a toss of her mane of hair and the re positioning of both hands on her hips.

Drakken laughed little. "Lets shake hands and resolve for a brutal but clean fight."

"Okay Drakkie. I can agree on that."

Bonnie smiled with grossly fake innocence and extended her hand. One of Drakken's increasingly huge paws reached out and grabbed it. Bonnie's light blue eyes stared into Drakken's black pupils as they engaged in a long handshake, one in which both were squeezing down as hard as they could, though neither said anything about it. The declaration of warfare was now inked.

The handshake ended when Kim Possible came back in, oblivious to what was going on. Bonnie saw her first and moved in.

"Kimmy! Your not hurt anymore!"

"Bonnie! Couldn't be better." She gushed.

"We have to go back to Middleton and show the people there that your okay. It'll help the resistance a lot."

"The resistance?"

"Yes, I went and saw them awhile ago. We had some fun together."

"Whose in the resistance? Anyone we know?"

"Brick Flagg is the war leader. And his brother Rockie is in it too."

"Brick Flagg?!" Kim spat out with disbelief. "The quarterback with the frozen yogurt level IQ? Who calls everybody dude? And has trouble spelling his own name?"

"He's good at hitting things and knocking holes in walls and yelling at peoples, so kinda. But he's just the emotional leader, Rockie is the one who comes up with their ideas and inventions."

"Okay. But if Brick tries to flirt with me again I'm leaving."

"Fair enough."

Bonnie looked over at Drakken from one corner of her eye and smirked devilishly.

"Bon Bon 1. Blue Boy 0." The snotty brunette whispered in his direction. Drakken could read lips and rang his hands in frustration.

They landed once again in an alleyway on the outskirts of Middleton in order to escape detection. Shego now had a number of electronic orb things flying around the skies of the area and stealth was of the essence. Kim was still joyous at being re-abled, so much that she didn't notice Drakken and Bonnie staring each other on and off during the flight.

Drakken set both of them down and then turned off the flying engines for his war Armour.

"Come on." Bonnie said. "I remember where this thing is."

"It might have moved since then." Drakken said.

"Hey, at least I know something about these people."

"What makes you so special? There's a rebel group back in Hell."

"Hell is just some redneck town in New Mexico. Those people are of no consequence."

"This is just some redneck town in Utah."

"Whatever Drakken."

Kim interrupted. "Come on, we didn't come all this way for you two to argue over stupid things. If we're going to get rid of Shego then we'll need help from whoever is around."

"Oh of course Kim." Bonnie smiled.

"Sorry." Drakken added quickly.

They began to walk towards the abandoned high school, Kim walking out a good distance in front of them in her seemingly limitless exuberance. Drakken half expected her to start skipping and singing "zippity do da zippity day" at any minute. But he didn't find this too annoying, before his muse had given him the inspiration it could have been possible she never would have had use of her legs again. Drakken no idea of the problems of the crippled, so he decided she should be allowed to enjoy herself.

Bonnie on the other hand was a little worried about Kim straying out so far in front of her and Drakken, but she couldn't protest because she was so busy staring at Kim's ass from behind. Drakken was too, but not as visibly as he feared looking like a dirty old man.

They came up on the blasted out ruins of Middleton high school. No one seemed to be stirring, nothing even moving except a tattered American flag on the pole which none of the occupation forces had ripped down just yet. Kim Possible was a good conservative girl and looked on these things with a horror. Yes they had destroyed the school and desecrated the flag. Drakken watched the damaged stars and stripes flutter in the tired breeze, a decaying anachronism left over from a lost civilization.

"Come on, its over here." Bonnie said leading them inside. They passed through the gym where a few guards were posted (they recognized Bonnie from before) and then went into the basement where a number of rebels huddled in the dark.

"Rebels, anarchists, outlaws, scum of the Earth doing this just to be violent..." Bonnie smiled. "I present to you, the reason we are going to win this war right here."

Kim knew why she had been brought here all of a sudden.

"KIM POSSIBLE!" Bonnie stated in her cheering voice. "SHE CAN DO ANYTHING! SHEGOS GOING DOWN! YAY!"

The rebels gasped at the world's greatest world brought seemingly back to life. Kim Possible had been largely believed dead at this point, though a few people held onto the myth of her and thought firmly that she could not be killed.

Kim looked out at these strange people with a kind of fear. Before she knew it she was hugged by Rockie Flagg and several others that she not recognized.

"KIM POSSIBLE!" Rockie yelled as he embraced her into his massive bulk. "OUR SAVIOUR!"

"Yeah!" Brick exclaimed stupidly as he ran up to hug her himself. "SHE CAN DO ANYTHING!"

"YOUR GONNA LEAD US TO THE PROMISED LAND KIM POSSIBLE!" Another wide eyed guy told her.

"OUR HERO!" A crazy girl added. "SHE CAN DO ANYTHING!"

A small creature jumped onto her shoulder. "Boo-yah!" He stated. Kim of course quickly realized that it was Rufus, who she figured had been trampled in the huge melee that Ron had died in. "Kimmy!"

"Evil is so over." A dark haired girl laughed.

"Death to the oppressor!" A big weird guy in an iron maiden shirt hollered. "DAMN THE MA...THE WOMAN!"

Kim felt the blood begin to drain from her feet as so many people with such high hopes rushed to embrace her. She felt as if she'd been hugged more in that room then in her entire previous existence. She flashed back to her past, she was a hero. A superhero who could seemingly defy the universe itself to get the top of the mountain.

And she was smacked in the face by the knowledge that she wasn't any of that anymore. She was finished. When she had been told by her parents that her crime fighting was over she was secretly relieved.

"Yes! Hi everybody!" Kim smiled nervously. "Who-ho we can do it!"

They cheered uproariously at those scant words from their superwoman.

"Shego is so over!" Kim declared before walking back to Drakken.

Who was she kidding? Oh right, all of them. She could inspire them now, but this was the act of penning a check for which their was no money to back. The death had put out her inner torch. There was not a single competitive bone left in her body and soon these poor bastards would find that out the ugly way.