Notes: From his one appearance, I've determined that 627's powers include those of Slushy, Sparky, telekinesis, mouth/paw plasma, and eye lasers. According to Jumba, excellent escape skills and basically being an improved Stitch (627 doesn't sink in water) fit in there somewhere.

Sorry for the wait, but I wanted to catch the new episodes and, ironically enough, the Lilo and Stitch/Kim Possible crossover.

Chapter 10: Drakken' Around

"It's alive!" Dr. Drakken cackled wickedly, the sound echoing throughout his lair. "ALIVE!"

This, however, was not really an accurate celebration, since Experiment 627 had never actually been dead. Rather, it had been unconscious for the past several hours while Drakken had used every bit of his supposedly genius brain to figure out the extremely complex inner workings of the creature.

It didn't even bother him so much that he hadn't completely understood everything he'd found in 627. What did matter was that he'd had enough exposure to DNAmy through outings and shared prison sentences to know for sure that 627's one weakness was gone. While the reddish-orange menace still delighted in destruction, he would no longer express that delight through laughter, or even smiling. In fact, most of the time, his face was frozen in something of a horrid grimace.

But that was a trivial side effect at best. Drakken now had a living, breathing chaos engine at his disposal, and he had every intention of using it. He had little to fear from Gantu or Professor Warren now. There had been failsafes installed in 627, ones that were eventually bypassed, and then modified to Drakken's own design. 627 would only obey him, or at least someone who had Drakken's approval. If Shego managed to get her act together, he might even consider adding her to the list.

At the moment, though, Experiment 627 was staring up at him in silence, awaiting orders.

Drakken smiled fiendishly. "The next thing to go is that name. You work for me now. From this day forth, you will be known as...Drakken, the Sequel!"

627 blinked, and in a show of remarkably good taste, stuck out his tongue.

Drakken sneered at him. "Fine! I'll call you Drak for short, but you WILL bear my name in battle!"

627 let out a low, rumbling growl, and it was some time before Drakken recognized this as acceptance.

"Yes! Well, come, Drak! We have a world to conquer!" Drakken strode through his lab with a wicked grin on his face, followed closely by his new assistant.

Kim Possible woke up in her bed, though she couldn't recall how she'd gotten there. The last thing she remembered was throwing up all over Lilo's aunt. After that, nothing.

Certainly she didn't remember owning a sheep, either, but sure enough, there was one in her lap, sleeping just as contentedly as Kim had been a moment ago. Now that she thought about it, Kim was pretty certain she hadn't felt so well-rested in a very long time.

There was a knock on the door as Lilo stuck her head in. "Oh, good! You're up! Jumba wasn't sure if the new timer would override Drowsy's powers."

"Another experiment?" Kim guessed, noticing what looked like a small alarm clock hanging from the sheep's neck.

"Yup! I thought you could use a good nap, since you had such a rough day."

"Thanks. Any word from Chewie yet?" Kim asked hopefully.

Lilo shook her head. "Sorry. And there's another problem. Jumba activated Stitch's homing beacon when he didn't come back. Gantu has him."

Kim's face fell. "Wasn't Ron with Stitch?"

"Afraid so," Lilo confirmed, holding out the Kimmunicator. "Wade says Ron's microchip is in the same location."

"And...Wade just volunteered that information?" Kim asked doubtfully.

"Not at first. But when Jumba offered to upgrade his computer, he got all giddy and said you wouldn't mind if we got to work while you were resting."

Kim smirked. "Sounds like Wade. Frankly, he's got the right idea. If we have to take on Gantu and the new Shego, we're going to need some upgrades, too. Unless, you know, you're actually an experiment, too."

Lilo grinned. "I WISH! Oh, and there's two men downstairs that want to talk to you. It's kinda weird, they're both wearing shades and suits, and they're both named Agent Smith..."

Kim laughed. "Oh, sounds like some of your Dad's friends from work. I know how to handle them."

"Good," Lilo replied. "They don't look like much fun, either. I mean, I showed them my best hula routine, and they didn't even clap!"

"Now make them do 'I'm A Little Teapot' again!"

Angel did not see the point in this, but with a wave of her antennae, it was done. She watched the three human females perform the odd song for the third time, and then turned to take in the huge smile on her mistress's face. Angel was a bit tired of the song herself, but if it made Bonnie happy, she could put up with it for a while longer.

Perhaps the real reason Angel was unhappy was that she'd used the power of her song again. She'd been able to tell right away that these people were Bonnie's family, and she thought they'd be just as agreeable as Bonnie was. However, the mother had been against the idea of having pets in the house, and the sisters...well, they'd just been jealous that Bonnie had a pet first...several, actually. Angel had merely stood by, at least until it dawned on her that the mother might separate her and her cousins from Bonnie. Then, without a second thought, she'd burst into song and brought the argument to an abrupt end. Far from being upset, Bonnie had so far thoroughly enjoyed that.

"That's enough for now," Bonnie decided as the song ended. "Send them to bed, Angel."

Angel did so, but not without some hesitation. In the past, people had used her solely because of her song. Now that she'd actually had the option of living without being a tool, she never wanted to be used against her will again. She liked Bonnie, and she was fairly certain that Bonnie liked her, but she wanted to be Bonnie's companion, not her tool.

She couldn't just say that, however. Bonnie liked getting her way, and Angel was still new enough where Bonnie might not have minded getting rid of her and her cousins.

Angel waited until Bonnie was about to go to bed before posing the question.

"Bonnie keep Angel?"

Bonnie paused in pulling back her blanket. "Thinking long term already? You're pretty smart, Angel."

That was not the answer Angel was looking for, so she asked again.

"Bonnie keep Angel?"

"I guess I could," Bonnie admitted thoughtfully. "You're smart enough not to go on the rug, and someone has to take care of you fuzzies. Anyway, you do match my wallpaper."

Angel lightly curled her antennae around Bonnie's wrist. "Bonnie love Angel? Always be nice?"

"Um, sure, okay." Bonnie patted Angel's head reassuringly. "So long as you always remember that you're my...um...dog." Looking a little uncertain, she climbed into bed. "Night, Angel."

Angel responded by scrambling onto the bed and burrowing beneath Bonnie's arm.

"You better not shed," Bonnie murmured half-heartedly, yawning a bit as she lightly stroked Angel's head with her fingers.

Angel purred happily and settled down to join her mistress in sleep.

Normally, Dr. Drakken would never attempt to rob a bank without Shego. It was possible, but not wise. Shego was intimidating, a vital factor during a bank robbery. Drakken's henchmen were big and thuggish, but the fact remained that they'd been outright laughed out of more than two banks in the past, and it was never happening again if he could help it.

Today was a new day, though. Today was the day of Drak.

The little monster had taken to bank robbing like a fish to water. The trick was to shoot off three different attacks as soon as you hit the door, in order to show them that you could adapt if the situation demanded it. Most people were suffiently impressed by the display and did as they were told, though.

So, for the first time that he could remember, Drakken found himself cruising down the street in a flashy car, surrounded by stolen cash, in broad daylight, with no fear of arrest. The last police car that dared followed them was still a burning wreck on the side of the freeway.

Drakken flashed a wide grin at his companion. "Well, my little friend, I think it's safe to say that our test drive was a complete success. What do you say to a celebratory joyride of random destruction?"

Drak simply nodded his agreement.

"Amazing, how easy it is to appreciate a sidekick that doesn't talk back," Drakken mused to himself. "Shego could learn a thing or two from you. Of course, I'd probably have to tinker with her brain first, too..." It wasn't an entirely unappealing idea, honestly. The hard part would be actually knocking Shego out first, but Drak could probably help with that if push came to shove, as it invariably did where Shego was involved.

Drakken was brought out of his fantasy by a loud screech as the car a couple of feet in front of him suddenly swerved sharply and went racing straight off of the road. Oddly enough, the screech continued to assualt his ears even when he was certain that the car had planted itself quite firmly in a ditch in the grass.

Deciding not to follow the other fellow's example, Drakken slammed on the brakes, even as he clapped his hands over his ears and tried to block out the horrible screech. As as afterthought, he turned to make sure Drak hadn't been thrown through the windshield, since it was all too likely that the terrible screech would've blocked out all other noises.

To his surprise, Drak was no longer in the passenger's seat, and was in fact currently perched on the hood of the car, his own mouth open wide, displaying several sharp teeth. And from the way his tongue was lashing, he was doing his best to imitate the screech, not that Drakken could tell the difference.

Suddenly, all the noise seemed to stop, and there was dead silence.

Then something pale blue scrambled onto the hood next to Drak. It seemed pleased to see him, as was evident by the big grin on it's unnaturally wide mouth (which was also filled with several sharp teeth).

Drak began growling at it, occasionally pointing at Drakken and then himself, before he climbed back into the car, followed quickly by his new friend.

Realization crept into Drakken's mind as he stared at the blue creature. He was staring at another Experiment...and unless he was mistaken, it had been making that awful noise the whole time. He wasn't sure whether or not he should be happy about that. He took another long look at the Experiment, determined it was most likely female from the way it was batting its eyelashes at him, and figured that as long she followed his orders, she would be a welcome addition.

"You, I will call Shriek," Drakken declared, hoping she wouldn't disagree.

The Experiment grinned, and, to Drakken's horror, opened her mouth. But, she simply let out a brief, yet nerve-rattling yip, and then shut her large mouth, smiling again.

"Good girl," Drakken sighed, patting her head. He jumped a bit as Shriek leaned towards him, still wary of her many teeth, but she only laid her head against his leg and went to sleep. It wasn't that big a surprise, Shego almost always claimed she needed to lay down for a bit after she'd screamed at him.

"Well, this is...odd," Kim said after a long moment.

Lilo shook her head. "Not really. Stuff doesn't have to be valuable for Bonnie and Clyde to steal it. Just moderately challenging."

"I guess that explains why they'd steal a half-finished satellite from the Space Center," Kim replied, staring at the black and white photos the Agents Smith had provided. "But I can't imagine what DNAmy is going to do with it."

"You said she was into genetic experimentation, right? Maybe she's going to create some kind of signal that turns people into animal zombies."

Kim blinked. "Um...I was thinking more along the lines of a signal that would attract the other experiments."

Lilo crossed her arms over chest, looking a bit miffed that Kim didn't agree with her. "I SUPPOSE that's a possibility," she admitted at last.

Kim sighed, debating whether or not she had patience enough to try and wear down Lilo's pride when they were loudly interrupted by what sounded like a sonic boom...from down the hallway.

"I didn't do it!" Lilo instinctively cried at once, showing Kim her empty hands.

Kim stared at her. "I can see that." She shook her head and rushed down the hall, slamming open the door to the den. "DAD! Are you-"

"Amazing!" Mr. Dr. Possible gasped, clutching his chest in excitement.

Kim stopped short, deciding not to ask why his hair was standing on end, or why he was bound to his chair by several lengths of thick rope. She got the answer soon enough, as she noticed Jumba holding the same experiment that had turned into a black hole on her earlier.

"Do I even want to know what you were doing in here?"

"Oh, Kimmie cub! Our friend Dr. Jukeeba was just showing me how this astounding little creature works. Did you see-"

"I've seen," Kim assured him, taking Holio from Jumba and tickling his belly. Holio squirmed in her arms and belched up a few important-looking papers before sighing contentedly.

"They weren't that important," Dr. Possible replied, noticing his daughter's annoyed expression. "Anyway, we must make some sacrifices in the name of scientific research."

Kim rolled her eyes. "Lilo, can you put him somewhere, please?" she asked, holding out Holio. "I thought you said you had them trained?"

"I do!" Lilo cried indignantly. "It's JUMBA I'm still working on..."

Kim aimed an accusing look at the supposedly former mad scientist.

Jumba simply shrugged. "Is as Possible Doctor says," he agreed. "Sacrifices for science, eh?"

"Okay, you two aren't allowed to play together anymore," Kim decided. "In fact, no more playing with people anywhere remotely near your own IQs, unless it's going to help us beat the bad guys and save Ron, Chewie, and Stitch. Middleton is in enough trouble as it is."

"Actually, your whole family's nothing but geniuses," Lilo pointed out. "Maybe I should just take Jumba and Pleakley to our house. My, um, Dad should know about Gantu and Shego teaming up. Jumba might even have some plasma-resistant technology lying around."

Kim nodded. "If he doesn't, I'm sure between him and Wade, they'll come up with something."

Ron shuddered as his captor glared at him. "Quit looking at me like I'm a free burrito!"

"As if I would bother to eat you," Gantu muttered.

Ron sighed in relief.

"You might make a good toothpick, though."

Ron whimpered and slunk back against the wall of his cell. "I'm warning you! I haven't showered in at least...um...ten years!"

"That might explain why you're attracting large rodents."

Rufus poked his head out of Ron's pocket. "Hey!" he shouted, waving a tiny pink paw angrily.

"I'll have you know that it was natural chemistry that attracted Rufus to me, and vice versa!" Ron declared proudly.

Gantu shook his head. "Talk all you want. Chemistry won't save you now. In fact, we're counting on the fact that Kim Possible will. At least, she'll try. And when she does, I'll make sure she gets a cell right across from you, so she can share in the hopelessness of your situation."

"You don't have a whole lot of friends, do you?" Ron guessed. "Kinda seem like a buzzkill from where I'm standing."

"Let me put it in terms even you can understand, Earther." Gantu leaned closer, narrowing his eyes. "From where I'm standing, I win, and you lose."

"Y'know, I'm kinda glad this weird alien glass prevents me from smelling your breath," Ron replied, daringly walking up to the glass. "But as bad as it is, I bet it doesn't even compare to the combined might of liver and onions on garlic bread."

Gantu blinked. "What?"

"Oh, sorry. Let me put it terms YOU can understand, Shark Man. You've been SKUNKED!"

Before Gantu knew what was happening, a foul stench invaded his nose, and he dropped to the floor like an extremely large rock.

Ron grinned as Chewie dropped from the ceiling, landing on Gantu's chest. "And to think I once said that stuff could never be useful."

Chewie gagged slightly and shook his head. "Yeah, well, you still owe me BIG, kid. I don't eat liver for just anyone." He scrambled over to the cell and rapidly punched in a code on the keypad. Seconds later, the glass let out a slight hiss as it slid to one side.

"Chewmeister, you rock!" Ron cheered, the sentiments echoed energetically by Rufus.

"Nice plan, boys," said a familiar voice. "Almost worthy of Kimmie. But I wonder what you were thinking of doing when you ran into me?"

Ron's face paled as he finally noticed Shego blocking the exit. Perhaps more importantly, he also noticed the two experiments on her arms. "That can't be good. Um...any ideas, Chewman?"

Chewie gulped. "Just one. You won't like it, but you'd probably like being burned to a crisp even less."

Ron swallowed nervously. "You're going to tell me to get back in the cell, aren't you?"

"Right after I do."

"Thought so." Ron cleared his throat and aimed a somewhat courageous look at Shego. "I should tell you that I've been trained in the lethal art of Monkey Kung Fu."

Shego smirked, looking amused. "Please, Stoppable. If I only learned one thing from our mutual pal Monty, it was that. Try again."

"I...have really bad breath on my side?"

Shego simply raised her arms, sending two balls of plasma flying just over Ron's shoulders, close enough so he could feel the intense heat coming off of them. He flung himself to the floor a bit too late anyway.

"Can your bad breath do that?" Shego asked, pointing.

Ron followed her gaze to the wall, where two smoking holes awaited him.
"Not that I'm aware of."

"Didn't think so." Shego glared at him. "Get in the cell."

Ron laughed weakly. "Getting in the cell...right, Chewie?" It turned out to be a useless question, since when Ron started for the cell, Chewie was already inside waiting for him, shaking like a leaf in the wind.

In the next cell over, Stitch rolled his eyes and sighed. Something told him they'd be here a lot longer than he'd originally hoped. But at least Gantu and Shego were here, instead of out there with Lilo and Kim...for now.

"So, boys. Any ideas on how we're going to save our friends?" Kim asked.

"Well, I have been working on some plasma gear for you, Kim," Wade admitted from her Kimmunicator. "But, um, aliens are a little out of my league. At least, until I get some more information."

"Am having very bad idea," Jumba said (Wade had given him a spare Kimmunicator so they could keep in touch). "Very, VERY bad idea."

Kim frowned. "And you're telling me this because?"

"Is bad idea that can save friends. But very, VERY dangerous idea."

"Go on," Kim said hesitantly.

"Have just the genius experiment for this task! But is very, VERY risky, unleasing it on Earth. Could put whole planet in terrible danger."

"And yet it can save our friends?" Kim asked doubtfully.

"Most certainly, Kim Possible! But genius experiment...eh...difficult to control. Not so well-behaved as others. Is, how you say, wild and unruly, yes? Must be restrained by special collar at all times."

"And does this experiment have a name?"

"Ah. Little girl has never had extreme horror of meeting this genius experiment. But is coded by me. Is Illegal Genetic Experiment 607. Was inspired by your friend's small, pink rodent. Reminded me of 607."

"You mean this totally dangerous experiment," Kim said slowly, "looks like Rufus?"

"Little bigger, much nastier, but is true."

Kim considered that for a long moment. "Well, that's...convenient."

Next Chapter: Jumba brings out Experiment 607 in order to save Ron, Chewie, and Stitch. But what horrors will come to be when the experiment gets loose?

Endnote: Rufus is NOT Experiment 607. He's a naked mole rat blessed with Mystical Monkey Power and extraordinary luck, not an illegal alien genetic experiment. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!

Reviews!

Eternal Sidekick

The loyalties of various experiments will play an important role, as you already know. In some cases, they'll even adapt to or share the nature of their owners (as you saw with Shego).

I try to be descriptive with experiments, because there are so many of them and some have similar appearances.

Angel and Bonnie are used to getting their way. Angel, however, is slowly learning that she doesn't always have to manipulate her cousins and people with her powers to do so. Whether she can teach Bonnie the same remains to be seen.

Shkspr1048

Common misconception. Angel's power is actually to turn experiments evil. She does have the additional ability to make Jumba evil as well (he doesn't really count as "people"), but I assume that's because he created the experiments using his own DNA in some form. Just a theory of mine, though. Anyway, Angel can't turn people evil in the show, or she would've brainwashed Lilo from the start to get her way. Although it might be that she can only turn things BACK to evil, since that would apply to Jumba and the Experiments made before her. And Ron, incidentally. But no plans for it at the moment.

qtpie235

Nani and David don't usually get too involved in the experiment hunting, so I saw no reason for them to get involved here. As a social worker (and ex-CIA), Cobra is capable of looking after Lilo. And, well, there's going to need to be a LOT of cover-ups before this story is done.

Psycho King

Hey, I'm not the one who tried to pass Rufus off as an experiment. How's THAT for meshing, huh? If he had been, it would mean that Kim and Lilo were always destined to meet...and mesh. So personally I refuse to believe it. And don't worry, currently I plan on 607 being the last experiment I use in this story.

Columbia's Hat

I had no idea. I just remembered who created the sandwich. I'm pretty sure it was an Earl...not a guy named Earl, but a guy with a title of Earl. Or maybe it was a chef that presented a sandwich TO the Earl and named it after him, I forget which.