Jez: I know, it's a bad habit. It's sometimes hard to come up with anthing else.


"SHEGO!" Drakken bellowed. She wandered in, reading a house keeping magazine, wearing, a light blue bathrobe. Drakken coughed delicately, and she looked up.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" She asked.

"Team Possible is trying to hunt us down, and recover this disk." He informed her. "I want you to go stop them."

"How?" She asked. Drakken blinked.

"What do you mean, how?" He snapped.

"How should I stop them?" Shego replied. "Should I weigh them down with cookies, or hug them to pieces?" She asked.

"No, fight them!" Drakken ordered.

"I don't see a reason." Shego shrugged, and turned away. Drakken made choking noises, and decided to try greed, since anger obviously wasn't going to work.

"I'll pay you triple this month." He offered. She turned back.

"Oh, alright." She sighed, deciding it would simply be faster to agree, instead of continuing to argue. "Now, to find something to wear." She wandered away, in appearently no hurry at all. Drakken growled, and spun around, beginning to dig through his plans, looking for something to help Shego's attitude problems.


"Settle down." The assistant principal grunted. The thin, balding man cleared his throat. "We've all met celebrities, and some of us are, and these two are no different. We don't know how long they'll be with us, but we'll make them feel welcome, won't we?" He asked, glaring at the room. Murmur's of assent met the speech. He nodded, nor really seeming to care one way or the other. "Miss Possible, Mr. Stoppable, if you would come in here now." He called. Veronica nearly choked on her tongue. The two from the office the day before entered, and she forced her face straight. Kim earned a fair number of appraising looks, and at least one catcall, though she couldn't tell who it came from. Ron on the other hand, was discarded as a non-entity, and he seemed to know it. She noted he didn't seem to be bothered by it at all. A glance over her shoulder confirmed something she suspected. Wallace was staring intently at Kim, as were Duncan and Logan. Weevil was watching Ron. Adam seemed to be trying to drill through his desk with a pencil, oblivious to everything else. In the back of her mind, Veronica wondered how he'd gotten the bandage across his nose dirty.

"If you could introduce yourselves." The teacher asked, as the assistant principal stepped out, Kim nodded.

"I am Kim Possible. We'll only be here for a short time, and then we'll be gone." She shrugged. Ron coughed, and stepped forwards.

"I'm Ron Stoppable. We're Team Possible. Kim's the leader, but she's feeling a bit out of sorts lately. We're here to help recover some stolen goods, so if we act a bit strange, don't worry, it's normal." Ron smiled.

"Thank you. If you could take your seats." The teacher commented. There was a murmur of assent from Kim, and Ron nodded with a smile.


At lunch, Veronica found herself smiling brightly. It wasn't anything in particular about the day. Well, except watching the 09er's, the high-brow crowd that lived in the 90909 zip code, attempt to get Kim to sit with them. She blatantly ignored them, and settled to an empty table, with Ron on the opposite side. Veronica kept one eye on them, one on her lunch. She noticed Wallace was watching her.

"What?" She asked, looking up, and focusing on him.

"What do you mean what? Who are they?" The grinning young man asked.

"Competition. I knew they were young, but I didn't know they were still in school." She replied. "I don't suppose the school has any records?" He laughed quietly.

"I knew you were going to ask me that, but they don't have files, seems the school decided it wasn't going need them, since they aren't going to be here that long." Wallace shrugged. "I might suggest checking with Upperton Community College though. They should have something, and I know you know how to get to their records." He snickered.

"Cut low under the bridge, and climb as you break Mach." Adam said suddenly.

"Do what?" Veronica asked.

"The bonus points for breaking the windows, you can't catch them all in one pass unless you cut under the bridge, and accelerate past Mach 1 on the rise on the other side." He replied, and returned to eating his salad. Wallace grinned.

"Don't mind him, we were playing a flight sim last night, and he couldn't figure out how to get the bonus points for breaking the windows on a building." Wallace explained. Veronica shook her head.

"Boys." Was all she said.


Ron settled to the Mascot's bench, as Kim watched the local cheerleaders practicing. They insisted she show them one of her routines, and she was happy to oblige. Ron was surprised, considering how irritable she had been of late, but as long as she was happy, he decided it wasn't something to be concerned about. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the blond girl from the Kane office, standing at the far end of the football field where the practices were held. She was watching them, though him and Kim specifically, he couldn't be sure. He'd seen her several times that day. First in the homeroom, then again at lunch, and now. She was staring at them everytime. He saw a camera in her hands this time. He rose, professing a need to use the restroom as an excuse, and stepped away. He moved behind the bleachers, and pulled his Ronunicator.

"Wade, there's something funny going on around here." He whispered.

"Such as?" Wade asked.

"Kim's acting way weird, and there's some really freaky chick who seems to be spying on us. And I think I'm seeing things." Ron confessed.

"Seeing things?" Wade asked in disbelief.

"Remember that friend I told you about? Adam?" Wade nodded. "I think I'm seeing him here."

"Give me one second." His fingers flashed across the keyboard. "Alright, I'm getting some mixed signals here. According to this, there's at least seven of him, scattered around the world. Hang on, one second." There was a beep.

"Something wrong guys?" Adam asked politely. Ron shook his head. The screen was split at a fourty-five degree angle. Wade on the upper left, Adam on the lower right.

"Why are there seven of you?" Ron asked.

"The long answer would be far more information than would be useful, so I'll give you the short one. Each separate me is a unique person, but they're also me. The one you're going to meet has memory problems. He won't know you, so don't be surprised. He also doesn't know about the rest of me. I suggest not mentioning it. Oh, and be careful, something is going on, that you aren't going to like." He vanished.

"That was not very useful." Wade grunted.

"You're right, but he does that sometimes. I think he was distracted. What about Kim?" Ron asked.

"Dr. Bortel and I think it's a side effect of the Moodulators. Shego's got the opposite problems. She's getting nicer and nicer. She's getting Kim's nicety, and Kim's getting her aggression." Wade reported.

"Can you correct it?" Ron asked.

"If we can get them to knock heads." Wade replied. "Bortel was taken there and brought back, but he was blindfolded, so I'm trying to locate it, but no luck yet. I'm working on tracking shipments, but there's a lot of stuff he could be doing." Wade sighed. "We'll have to wait for him to strike again, before we can get him."

"Alright. Monitor Motor Ed, he might be contacted. Now, about this woman..." Ron sighed. Wade grinned.

"Just set the Ronunicator down and I'll send it for a look. I'll match her face to the school records." Wade instructed. Ron winked.

"You're a true friend. Ron out." He set the Ronunicator on the ground and returned to the practice.