BLUE WASTELAND

A Kim Possible Fan Fiction Bizarrity

By Psychedelic Leviathan and the advanced UFO conspiracy that rules the Earth

(KP is owned by Disney. Captain Freedom is owned by me.)

a/n: This will not only be my last Kim Possible fan fic, but likely the last fan fic I do for a good long time. My website is set for major revival and I am dusting off my long set aside original creations.

"Lets do this thing." Brick Flagg said, ready to sound the war cry and ambush their target. The former high school quarterback was one step away from jumping up and down in excitement. He had finally found his purpose in life and it was armed conflict. He was an excellent soldier, would have been a perfect one if not for his weakness of getting over excited prior to an ambush that would require quiet stealth.

"War ROCKS!" Brick exulted very stupidly.

"I don't know, this just feels like its too easy." Rockie Flagg protested without much vigor. He waved for the armed rebels behind him to stand down. Rockie picked up a pair of binoculars to survey the scene below him. Things had taken the shape of that which they had planned for. Several columns of tanks were parked down below the hills on which they stood. Only a few of the green goons were there standing guard. It would be a textbook raid.

"It looks easy cause it is easy. Six of them against like uh a bunch of us. We'll kick their ass."

"This has to be some kind of trap."

"That's what they want us to think bro! Lets rock their world."

"Alrite." Rockie said grimly. He had decided that he should take opportunity when it existed. Being cynical wasn't always a strength in life, though it usually was. Being wise meant knowing when it was time to call upon the gibbering howling forces of insanity rather then cold and sterile rationality. They would not win the war if they were too afraid of losses and their own fatalities to go on the offensive.

The rebels snuck downward towards the enemy encampment, moving with stealth and swiftness through the all encompassing darkness. This was a brand of darkness and night that Rockie Flagg had never been in, he could barely see his nose in front of his face. With their stealthy movements they were practically invisible as they crept towards the enemy positions. Those not so poor bastards would have no clue as to what was about to lay into them.

At about fifty feet they broke silence abruptly, a rebel whooping rattling the peace loving stars and scruffy men in black pouncing upon massive men in green.

"TAKE THESE BITCHES DOWN!" Rockie screamed with authority. "FUCK THE MAN! DAMN THE LAW!"

"WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Brick added vigorously as he lead the charge. "REBEL LIFE YO!"

The rebels assaulted the enemy position with velocity and utter brutality. They fell upon the goons and bloodily penetrated their bodies with the gleaming sharp ends of bayonets, the blades of which had been chemically enhanced to neutralize the regenerative powers of the super goons.

Those green clad defenders near the tanks raised guns as quickly as they could to counter the rebel advance, trying to make sure to take some of their enemies with them. But the bare chested Brick Flagg mirthfully mowed them down like Rambo or the Terminator, pumping clip after clip of chemically drenched ammunition into the bodies of his enemies. They were pierced by the searing hot lead and died in whimpering agony. Brick then remembered what he had been told to do before the engagement and grabbed the high powered dynamite that he had strapped around his waist with a brutal glee.

Brick set down the charge in the middle of the enemy tanks and then set up the timer to a minute.

"Things gonna go boom." He laughed both childishly and devilishly. "This is gonna be so cool!"

Brick then took off running, heading back into the area where the rebels were mercilessly finishing off the defenders.

"DAMN THE MAN! FINISH THEM ALL!" Rockie exhorted. The armored vehicles in the background then blew up to his joy, Brick jumping up and down in excitement as he watched the towering flames climb into the night.

"We won!" Brick yelled. "WHOOOOO!"

"Yes." Rockie smiled, pausing only to drive his bayonet through the guts of the last living Shego minion, despite his loud pleas for mercy and humanity. "We did win little brother, but just a battle. Hardly the war."

"Wow, did you really have to kill all of them?" Brick scratched his head in confusion, which was honestly a pretty familiar state for a man living of state of intellectual twilight.

"They were evil, they would have just re offended anyways." Rockie said.

"Huh. Really?" Brick asked as he store at the lifeless hunk of human flesh at his feet. He tried to ignore the horror stricken look on the green man's face, he'd want to be able to eat after this was over.

"Come on, lets get back to Middleton, our work here is certainly done." Rockie stated with a degree of world weariness. As much as he loved chaos and anarchy all of the blood soaked killing that it required to be maintained was tiring for him at times.

Rockie slung his gun over his shoulder and began to swagger like a pirate back towards the hills. His chaotic heart full of wrath and the intoxicating drink of victory over one's mortal enemies. The devil's own sinful spirits running through his brutal veins. He went ahead of the group, wanting to get back on the black helicopter as soon as he could. He wanted to be back in some well lit place, darkness itself held no fear for him, but he disliked the idea that he could be ambushed as easily as those goons he had just put through the bayonet. These ghostly hills were somewhat creepy even to Rock Flagg and even now after vanquishing Shego's minions he felt as though something had to be wrong.

He felt someone tap him on his shoulder, which made him nearly jump out of his boots. Rockie turned and leveled his rifle. "Where the fuck are you?" He demanded. He saw only darkness where the physical sensation had been generated.

"Over here jock." A female voice laughed in the night.

Rockie spun around on his heel again to look for the intruder. He saw no one there again. "Oh fuck, I'm hearing things again."

"No your not."

Rockie saw a bolt of green fire come hurtling towards him, he ducked in time to prevent it from taking his head off but could see that it had burned one of the surrounding cacti to ashes. "Who are the fuck are you?"

"You really don't remember?"

"No way." He said, finally seeing the voice behind the actions. "What are you doing here?"

Her dark green eyes penetrated through his soul, the unearthly light from her glowing hands eating up the night. Shego stood before him, looking ghastly pale and wearing a face that was a mask of despair. "Rockie." She said. "I finally found you."

"Found me? We've never met. But I do know, who you are. Your Shego, the evil ruler of the world!"

"We've met, just not here."

"Excuse me."

"In another place, in another time we were partners. As crime as well as in life."

"Shego? What are you talking about? I've never meet you before in my life."

She began to walk up towards in, moving in a lead weighted gait. As if her thin body was a mirage behind which a much heavier creature shambled. Shego's pale face was the image of divine beauty beneath the starlight, her eyes bottomless pools of green misery and wonder. He was partially melted by her awe striking vision of sad perfection.

Shego was now in front of him. He felt one of her clawed hands touch his face and he shuddered. She was going to cut him he felt. Blue eyes met strange green ones as he stared at her face.

"What do you want?" Rockie asked. "My throat is right in front of you. Don't you intend to gore it out?"

"Never."

Rockie found that Shego was kissing him. His eyes twitched and his legs felt like they were no longer under him.

"Rockie..." She gasped sadly.

"What is this?" He asked frightfully.

"The great presence showed me how that in another life, on another world you saved me. Though you lost your own life in doing so."

"Shego...make some sense...NOW!"

"I need you, to save me..." She embraced him again.

"Save you? You're the evil queen of the world! I'm just some snotty jackass from a hick town."

"All people have a nature, and yours is to be a hero. You claim you care about nothing and no one, but that is a front."

"Your crazy Shego." He broke her hold with his authoritative arms. "Get away from me."

"I think you know what I'm talking about."

"No I don't."

She saw that he had raised his gun again and was staring down it's crosshairs, which were pointed dead upon her face. "You won't kill me. In the next closest reality to this you loved me. The version of you on this plane of existence has to be at least somewhat similar to him."

"Your crazy."

"Over there you died for me, over here can't you at least rescue me?"

"I don't believe any of this crazy talk. There's no much thing as other worlds, just this one."

"Don't believe it, until I show you otherwise."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Prepare to be enlightened stud." She smiled sadly. Shego seemed to claw at the air, then appeared a shimmering wall of energy in front of them. "Lets take a little trip."

She stuck out her hand and he took it, being lead through the vortex.



Rockie and Shego stood admist a battle zone, he realized very quickly that this was Vandalia community stadium. There were thousands of people dragging down and pummeling gang members and near the feet of Shego and Rockie a pretty blonde girl lay dying, her throat cut out brutally.

"Can they see us?" Rockie asked.

"No." Shego said. "Now look over there."

A younger Shego lay over the bullet torn body of...Rockie Flagg. This caused the blonde man to wince, he was dead here.

"Get this man a doctor!" The alternate Shego wheezed.

"Goodbye Shego." The other Rockie coughed.

"No!" The 18 year old girl wailed.

The other Shego

"NO!" The other Shego wailed. "You can't die! I love you!"

"I love you too."

"Your about to be free! This was your last game! Your done with your father forcing you to do things! We're going on the road!"

"I know."

"Then live!"

"I can't. You know its going to be this way. Whether I like it or not." His eyes ceased to focus, rolling to the sides of his head.

"You gotta live. I love you."

The Rockie of this strange other planet said nothing to the bizarre Shego of that world. Rockie was confused, Shego was actually a good person here? This had to be an alternate Earth. Or a bad episode of Star Trek. Maybe the Twilight Zone.

"You can't die! We're gonna get married! And be together! And take over the world!" The alternate Shego pleaded through showers of her tears.

His head rolled over on her and he struggled to kiss the alternate Shego. No sooner did he do that then he finally expired on the grass of Vandalia. The alternate Shego wept and screamed.

"See." Shego said. "There are other worlds. And on this one, you were my hero. You made me what I was."

"Well that obviously isn't the case on our Earth. Please take me home. I don't want to see all this." He said uneasily. It was disturbing to watch himself die, even in the parallel reality sense.

"Well to them we are the alternate universe."

"Far out."

The air shimmered and that horrible scene of carnage vanished.

Rockie and Shego stood back on their Earth, the one that the authority defiant Flagg considered to be the only real world.

"Home sweet home." He laughed uneasily before making a show of kissing the ground.

"Home only to you, to them this world would be as bizarre as that world was to you."

Rockie then grew angry. "Alternate world or not, your still the force of evil here and your going to pay." He brandished the firearm and leveled it at her face once more. "You've destroyed everything that we held dear in the world. Your insane. You are not fit to rule the human race."

"I told you before that you won't shoot me. Your too closely related to the Rockie Flagg of that fairly similar world. Almost exactly the same. You know what I'm talking about, you only say you hate me. My experience tells me otherwise."

"Yes." He said strangely. "Your right, I always have felt weirdly for you. Even though we've never met, I always thought you were so cute."

"See, you are just like him."

"On other worlds, do I hate you?"

"Yes. Everyone is everything you can think of and a lot you can't imagine, somewhere out there. But that world is much like ours, you are a lot like that version of you."

"This is all so confusing."

"More so then you know. But you don't need to understand it really, just that it exists."

"What do I need to understand?"

"I need you..."

"Need me for what?"

Shego's grimness seemed to overpower her face's beauty. "You have to save me." She grabbed him again.

"Save you?" He asked fearfully. Anything that Shego needed to be saved from had to be horror show, especially now if Shego's powers had expanded to where she could travel between different universes.

"Oh Rockie..." She clutched at his chest. "I made a terrible mistake..."

"What?"

"And now I'm doomed to pay for it, it's a price no human being can bear."

"What are you talking about Shego? Dammit explain!"

"SAVE ME FROM IT!"

Rockie was being shaken.

"Wake up!" Brick Flagg yelled at him, vigorously shaking him to try to re awaken him.

"WAKE THE HELL UP!" One of the louder rebels added.

Rockie Flagg finally spoke up. "What the fuck happened?"

"You were knocked out by an artillery blast in the fight." One of the rebels told him. "We were destroying a bunch of Shego's stuff and things got nasty. A bunch of men killed, you got lucky."

"What were we destroying?" Rockie asked.

"Tanks mainly, other military equipment." The rebel said. "You okay?"

"When did I get hit?"

"You went ahead of the group on the way back, they started launching shells at us from somewhere near by and you were nearly hit. Force of the explosion took you out."

"What? I never faint."

"Yell you carved up a bunch of them with your bayonet, its excusable for you to have been somewhat disorientated."

"Disorientated?"

"You were twitching, having hallucinations."

"Did I say anything in particular?"

"You were talking to someone imaginary, rolling around on the stretcher a lot."

"Oh." He said weirdly.

"It was just a bad dream." Brick offered.

"Yeah, makes sense." Rockie said a daze, rapidly opening and shutting his blue eyes to try to orient himself as if there had been a light change. He had to have been seeing things, or dreaming. How else could it have been? The last time he had checked Shego's powers did not include being able to turn invisible. And the whole notion of parallel lives was just sci fi ridiculous.

They would return to Middleton bone tired from the raid, exultant from the slashing victory and somewhat sad for those of their side who had died on the killing fields out in the desert.

Rockie wanted nothing more then to go to sleep. And once he finally did to sleep like the dreamless but peaceful dead, but that was no avail.

For in sleep, she stood before him in that cloud walled city of dreams. He looked into her eyes and she held out her hand. Shego was dressed in the most elegant green gown he had seen and looked goddess like. He was similarly adorned with splendor and fashionable clothes. He laughed a little: "What are we? At the prom?"

She stuck out her small but clawed hand, which he reached out and grabbed with his gloved fingers. "Come Rockie...let us dance."

He slowly embraced the wicked vixen and led her to the center of that empty ballroom. And thus began the devil's dance, the beautiful head of evil resting sigh fully on his muscular shoulders. "Yes." He said almost in a comic book villain's hypnotically controlled. "Lets dance."

"Rockie why did you have to die?"

"It wasn't my choice, that was something that happened to him, not to me. And it wasn't his choice either, that universe ordained it to happen. He had no chance against the sadistic might of fate."

"Oh right, that was another world. These things grow surreal at times."

"Another world. But not us."

"Don't leave me."

"I won't. I love you."

"I know." Shego kissed him. "And I love you."

"Why is this happening?"

"Because I need you. But that's not important right now, our destiny is not today. Let us enjoy our magical love while we still can. Let us dance."

Rockie had no idea what was occurring. Or why. But the forces of fate were clearly telling him in which way he was too go and who was a human to try to stand against the stars? Shego was in his arms and they were dancing in this strange and wonderful place, that was all that mattered. Not the war, not the reason why or even whatever force she had appointed him as her savior for.

This was a dream that he never wished to wake up from.