Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. Since this story is set 20plus years later, all the characters under twenty-five years of age are mine.

Monday morning at Global Justice, Kim had a quick meeting with Flo.

"I thought it may be time to update your file," the Director told her.

"I guess it has been a while," admitted Flo quietly.

"We would also need to update the related files," Kim looked at her softly.

"Right," Flo said a little more clearly.

"I am rather impressed that you told Don so soon," Kim told her.

Flo thought a moment. She was going to have to get used these professional/personal changes in subject, "I thought he should know just who he was dealing with."

Kim smiled. "They may be a part of you, but they don't determine who you are."

"I guess."

The Director passed some papers across her desk, "They'll look like this."

Flo picked up the sheets and examined them. They were copies of the Global Justice files on her, Drakken, and Shego. The only changes were additions under 'known relatives'. Flo's listed each of the others as "Birth Parent", while she was listed under their files as "Birth Daughter".

"There won't be any notice or advisory to the network," Flo's mentor told her. "They will have to open the files to see this information."

"As of when?" Flo asked.

"Noon, our time," Kim told her.

"Thank you," Flo smiled. She had a few more hours before it went public.

"That's it for now," the Director said, closing the official meeting.

Flo turned to the door.

"Flo," Kim addressed as though they were passing in the hall.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Dinner on Friday with my family sound all right?"

"That would be wonderful," Flo smiled. "If I can sit next to Don," she jibed, good-naturedly.

"I'll think about that." Kim grinned back. Then she shifted into a mockery of her 'boss' tone, "Now get to work."

"Yes, Ma'am."

On Monday morning, Anne put on the suit again. She had thought about wearing it all night as a gown, but decided to shower and wear a sleep-T to bed. Once the super suit was on, she got it to resemble a new outfit she had been saving for from Club Banana.

It was a pair of red jeans with pink piping, a white blouse with pink hearts on it and a red corduroy jacket. Anne was happy that the suit not only made her stronger, but had also saved her a month of baby-sitting.

Anne walked with Don to school as usual. He didn't even notice the new outfit.

After fourth period, Anne passed Ken at his locker. Ken the hot hunk. "Hi, Ken," said Anne as she stopped to lean on a nearby locker.

Ken did a double take, "Hi, Anne." He closed his locker and leaned against it, "You look nice today."

"Thank you," Anne fluttered her eyes.

"I missed you at the dance," Ken said conversationally.

"You were looking for me there?" Anne asked huskily.

"I was surprised when you weren't there," said hot Ken. He thought a moment, "You have plans Friday?"

"Excuse me!" Cindy had just walked up. Cindy, the master cause of all school evil. "You're blocking my locker!" Cindy said.

"Just a minute," Anne growled.

"Just what do you think you're doing with my boyfriend while you're at it?" Evil Cindy growled back.

Anne glared at the minor villainess. How dare she claim Ken.

"Whoa," Ken the hunk waved both his hands in front of him. "Who said I was anybody's boyfriend?"

Cindy was visibly hurt. But Anne didn't care. Villainesses get what they deserve.

"You - you - philanderer!" Cindy the sinner yelled at Ken the handsome.

Cindy the witch stepped up and attacked Ken the hunk with one open hand aimed at his face.

Anne took one step forward and grabbed her arm, blocking the villainous attack. The evil woman just stared at Anne, pain starting to show on her face.

Anne then shoved the vile one away. The witch fell backward, trying to regain her balance, only to collide with an audio-visual cart that was being pushed down the hall.

"Anne?" Trent said gently.

Evil Cindy was not yet vanquished, but there was deep fear in her eyes.

Ken the handsome said, "I've got class," and ran down the hall.

Trent the poet stepped between Anne and Cindy, "What's wrong, Anne?"

"Stay out of the way," Anne commanded.

"I can't let you hurt her," Trent the zit-faced stammered.

"She is evil," Anne said boldly.

"And you are the strongest, most peaceful girl in this school," Trent the bard told her.

The witch-monster was still on the floor. She was clutching the cart she had struck against, either in fear or to help her rise. She was not making full use of her legs.

The strongest girl in school. She had injured someone.

"This isn't like you," said Trent the soothsayer.

Don then ran up. Don the grand and revered. Don the usurper of glory.

"Cindy, are you all right?" Don asked.

"My back hurts," said Cindy as she gave up trying to stand.

Don reached down and supported Cindy's weight, prompting her to stand. "What did you do to her, Anne?" Don asked anxiously.

"You care more about her, do you?" Anne yelled.

"Anne, don't," said Trent the poet.

Anne stared at the writer of dreams a moment.

Principal Barkin ran up. "What's the problem here?" yelled Barkin the loud and obnoxious. Barkin the power-mad.

Anne tripped him as he passed.

Barkin rolled into a set of lockers. "That's insubordination, Stoppable!"

Anne turned and walked up to Barkin, "What are you going to do?" Anne was grinning wildly, "Court Martial me?" Then her clothes changed as though of their own free will.

Barkin looked up at Anne in fear.

Don gulped, "Oh God." He turned to Trent, "Take Cindy to the nurse!"

Trent took Cindy in his arms and carried her down the hall and out of sight.

"Maybe you would like to have me executed?" Anne asked Barkin as she advanced. The super suit was glowing.

Don turned on his handheld, "This is sitch from Hell."

Kim was putting the final file for update in, ready for the automatic reboot at Noon local time.

Four tones came from the terminal, indicating a family call. A window on the screen opened immediately.

Kim heard Don say, "This is sitch from Hell."

This caused every muscle in her body to tense. "Don, where are you?" she yelled into the terminal microphone.

"School," was the response. "Anne is tearing up the place." Don turned his handheld computer outward.

Kim enlarged the computer display box to take up the full screen as she watched her daughter pick up Barkin like a rag doll and toss him down the hall as though he were a bowling ball. "Don, what is she wearing?" Kim asked with even more tension in her voice, praying she did not already know the answer.

"I think it's your old suit, Mom."

Kim switched the microphone to intercom with the main lab. "Wade!" She bellowed. "My Office! Now!" Each word had more volume than the last.

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Drama has reared it's ugly head.

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