I don't own Kim Possible. Doc Turnal and Lady Dusk are based on concepts by Akilite. Dom is 100 my character.

FYI: Reread the whole story. I've redone the whole thing.

"No way," Monique said.

"Oh, come on, Monique," Tara said, "He's the only one that can tell us how Kim and Ron are getting along in detention."

"What about Big Mike and Junior?" Monique asked as she entered the school.

"Big Mike graduated, and Junior doesn't have detention," Tara explained, "Vinnie is the only guy we can count on."

"I don't care," Monique said, "There is no chance in Hell that I'm going to go out on a date with him."

"Just one date, Monique."

"No."

"Do it for Kim."

"NO!"

–Elsewhere–

"It's a bit late for us to be excepting transfer students," Barkin said, "But you seem to be okay, Buchkowski."

"Call me "Dom", Mr. Barkin," Dom said, "...please?"

"I don't think so, Buchkowski."

"Er...Mr. Barkin, you wanted to see me?" Asked a blond haired boy that Dom recognized (but from where?).

"Stoppable, this is Dominic Buchkowski," Barkin said.

"Hi, call me "Dom"."

"And call me "Ron"."

"Stoppable," Barkin said as the two shook hands, "I want you to help Buchkowski find his classrooms."

"And," Dom added, "Could you introduce me to any of your available lady friends?"

"Buchkowski," Barkin growled.

"It was a joke, Mr. Barkin," Dom said, "You know: joke, laugh, funny. You did hear jokes in the Army, didn't you?"

Berkin gave Dom an ice stair. He slowly backed away.

"Let's go, Dom," Ron said, "You don't know how lucky you are. I know everything about everything around here."

"Really," Dom said as they left Barkin's office, "Have we met before?"

"I'm not sure. You do look familiar."

"I'm sure it'll come to me later."

"So what's your first class?"

"Chemistry."

"Awesome! That's my first class. We could work together," Ron paused, "That is, if you don't mind the mess."

"Not to good at chemistry?"

"Terrible."

"Well, you're in luck, 'cause I'm a pro with a fro."

"What?"

"It's slang, man. Don't hang back."

"Errrr...o-kay."

They walked into the chemistry class. Dom noticed a red-haired girl sitting next to a tall muscular young man. Ron didn't seem to like the looks of that. Dom took the table next to them.

"Hey," Dom said, extending his hand to the girl, "Dom Buchkowski."

"Kim Possible," the girl said, taking his hand, "Hey, Ron."

"Hi, KP."

"Kim Possible?" Dom asked, turning to Ron, "You know the Kim Possible?"

"When did it have a "the" in front of it?" the guy next to Kim asked no one.

"Oh, Ron, this is Erik," Kim said, "Erik, Ron."

"Why didn't you introduce me?" Dom asked.

"Because you already introduced yourself, you twit," Erik said.

"You new here?" Ron asked Erik.

"Yeah," Erik said, "Transferred from Go City."

"Ah, Go City," Dom said, "The Big Plum. What? Isn't that what people call it?"

"No," Kim said.

"Not unless you're an idiot, that is," Erik added, "BURN."

"That wasn't a burn," Dom said, "That wasn't even an insult. That was a snub, tops."

"Nice one," Ron said, "I'm getting to like you, Dom."

–After school at Bueno Nacho–

"I don't think I can take another detention," Kim said.

"Just a few more days, KP."

"Yeah, Kim," Dom said, "You should focus on the prom. It's going to be awesome."

"I think Felix was a better hang-out buddy, Ron," Kim said.

"Kim, he's new in town," Ron explained, "Let's include him so he doesn't feel left out."

"Yeah," Kim said, "But still–"

"Guys," Dom said, "I'm still standing here. Speaking of which, why don't we sit down and eat?"

"Good call, buddy," Ron said, sitting in their usual booth, "I've worked up a powerful need for a naco."

"Mmmm. Naco," Rufus shouted, popping out of Ron's pocket.

"You do realize that "naco" is Spanish slang for "idiot", don't you?" Dom asked.

"What?" Ron exclaimed.

"Why do you even know that?" Kim asked.

"Idonknow," Dom said.

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Kim answered the kimunicator, saying, "What's the sitch, Wade?"

"I just heard Kim Possible say, 'What's the sitch?'" Dom said, "How cool is that?"

"Who's that?" Wade asked.

"New guy," Kim explained.

"Yo, Wade," Dom said, taking the kimunicator ("Give that back, Dom," Kim said), "This thing is cool. Does it run on regular Alkaline batteries, solar power, or a sub-harmonic generator?"

"Actually," Wade said, "It runs on a Trilithium power core."

"But how did you stabilize the Trilithium without creating to much energy backup?"

"Oh, that was a problem," Wade said, sounding happier than he had been in months, "It's so obvious now that I've solved it. I just reinforced the casing with a Zirconium/Titanium mixture. That incased the energy long enough to stabilize it."

"You're right," Dom said, "It all seems so obvious now."

"If you're done with the meeting of the geniuses," Kim said, taking back the kimunicator, "Sitch, Wade."

"Ooh, a new catch phrase," Dom said, "I gotta get one of those. Something cool like: 'Nobody escapes the Dominator.'"

"Anyway," Kim said, giving Dom a glare, "Go, Wade."

"I've tracked someone to the Bermuda Triangle Club," Wade said.

"Drakken?" Ron asked.

"I got it," Dom shouted, snapping his fingers.

"What?" Kim and Ron said.

"'Sorry to save the world and run, but there's a naco with my name on it.' Isn't that awesome? That's a great catch phrase."

"Um, no," Wade said.

"To Ron or Dom?"

"Both," Wade continued, "Remember Doc?"

"He's not an easy person to forget," Ron said.

"Who?" Dom asked.

Kim showed Dom the brown haired man with grey eyes, who was on the kimunicator's display, to Dom and said, "This is Doc Turnal. New villain. Big time crime. He got away the last time we tangled with him."

"And who's that?" Dom asked, pointing to the blond haired woman with green eyes.

"That's his wife, Lady Dusk," Kim explained, "But either than that, we don't know anything about her."

"Wait a sec," Dom said, "You mean to tell me that Wade wasn't able to get anything on those two?"

"Just Lady Dusk," Ron said, "Doc Turnal used to be employed at the space center here. Don't know if he quit, was fired, or why either would have happened."

"Nothing else?" Dom asked.

"Well," Wade said, "Doc did have a son. He should be about 17 by now. I don't know if Lady Dusk is the mother. Records say that Doc's son was put up for adoption, but I can't find any records on who adopted him."

"That's odd," Dom said.

"You're telling me," Wade replied.

"So, off to the club, is it?" Ron said.

"Yeah, but you'll have to go incognito," Wade said.

"What's a cogneato?" Dom asked.

"Incognito means under cover," Kim said.

"Than why didn't he just say that?"

"Let's move on," Kim said.

"Time to rock, KP," Ron said.

"Hey, wait," Dom said, "Can I come? Please. Please. Pe-e-e-e-ease."

"I don't know," Kim said.

"His experience with technology might be helpful," Wade pointed out.

"And Doc won't recognize him," Ron added, "That should help."

"All right," Kim said, "But be careful."

"SHA-BANG! This is so cool," Dom said, "I get to go on a mission with Kim Possible."

It's late, but with the adjustments I've made to previous chapters, can you blame me? I was also having trouble with my computer's word processor.