Greetings! I have finally returned from summer camp! And have a new chapter for you! Criticisms are most welcome in particular on this chapter–I can't write fights even when my life depends on it.

"Shego..."

Oi. Shego closed her eyes in a momentary pause of disarming the security features. That... voice! How could she have survived so long with that awful voice whining like a sick dog every time she was trying to get something done! Well, now certainly wasn't the time to panic. Not with Officer Donut-Belly's Donut-Belly Friend finally asleep. Guards. When would they ever learn? Maximum security. She was supposed to be in maximum security. "Yes, Dr. Drakken?"

A pause "Are we out yet?"

Her eyes forced themselves open and back around to glare at him, sitting rather grumpily against the bars of the cell while still staring in happy anticipation. A strange blend of moods.

Shego remembered her plan to kill him. Eventually. She held up the tools– a nailfile improvised with acid and some random invention Drakken had managed to hide away in that really bad sports suit–then gestured at the still-standing bars. "Does it look like we're out? Does it?"

A moment of fear flashed into his eyes as he studied her work so far. "No..."

"Then why are you even bothering to ask?"

"Well, Shego, I just thought that–"

She flung the nailfile at his head. "Thought what? Please tell me what you thought?"

"Never mind."

"That's what I thought." She dipped Drakken's tool...thing under the loosening bar, praying the guard wouldn't wake up. Still, she had to admit this was fun in an old-school kind of way. She hadn't escaped from a prison cell in such a primitive way in several years. Good times, good times. If only Drakken wasn't with her. "So, does your little synthodrone ever plan on coming to rescue us?"

Drakken shrugged and tinkered with the nailfile. "I don't know. She was one of the better ones, I thought. Though I suppose things might have slowed down after that 919 disaster. 901 was our only good one."

"901 was destroyed by a naked molerat, in case you don't remember this night's disaster."

"I thought you liked 901, Shego."

"I did not–" Okay, so she had sort of made a pet out of 901. Good ol' Erik. Not that he had lasted. Drakken's stupid robots needed to be made out of something a tad sturdier. Just like his head needed to be a tad sturdier. "Well, like always, your idea didn't work. So why don't you hand me that nailfile and start helping."

Drakken's eyes went wide. "But I–"

"Fine. Don't help." She marched over and snatched the file from his hand. "I'll just save your butt like I always do." She slid the file underneath the bar, squeezing the button that would release the acid... not too much. Even these savage prisons could surprise you. Just enough to slowly melt the–

Red lights ate through the shadows as the alarm went off in all kinds of banging glory. Shego swore and dropped the nailfile. They had security against acid at Middleton Prison, now? Who would have thought?

But the alarm hardly last five seconds before just as quickly it was gone, throwing the prison back into dim light. A figure dropped from the ceiling, and Shego's blood instinctively went cold.

But... Oh, yes. Drakken would never let her live this down.

"Dr. Drakken Emperor of the Universe?" the familiar voice of Kim Possible asked. "Shego? Sorry I'm late, but it was the prom, you understand."

Drakken was instantly on his feet, face beaming. "993! You came!"

993 stepped into the light, once again wearing that hideous suit of Kim Possible's. "I... I don't know what went wrong back there."

"Yes, 993," Drakken replied with reversing mood. "We weren't supposed to end up arrested, in case you don't remember."

"And I wasn't supposed to get my hair fried!" Shego snapped. "The conditioner this is going to take..."

"Oh, you'll be fine," 993 sang, pulling out a mini laser and slicing through the bars. "I'm very sorry, but... no one suspects me even now. And you do have Kim Possible locked up, right?"

"Of course we do. I didn't let Drakken tie her up." Shego pushed through the bars, relishing the way they slammed to the ground and still failed to wake up that disgusting guard. Rescued or not, she still wasn't pleased with that robot. If only she could just throttle the thing... "If you ever think of throwing me into something again..."

"I won't! I'll even get you some conditioner. Really, Dr. Drakken Emperor of the Universe–"

Shego glared at Drakken. "What did she call you? She's said that twice now."

Drakken just grinned sheepishly. "Well, I was programming some responses and–"

"Whatever. I'll program her, too. Let's just get out of her." She ran to the still-sleeping guard and ransacked his keys. Very old-fashioned. Almost Old Western.

"Speaking of programming," 993 began. "I..."

Shego and Drakken turned to look at her.

"I really think I glitched back there, which is why everything went wrong," she continued. It was so odd to think of this thing as not Kim Possible, Shego realized. "But... I think I'll be fine now. I don't think you need to look at me."

"Oh," Drakken said. "Okay, then. Just don't short out again. You were expensive."

Idiots, Shego thought, stepping out the door into the night air. They were both idiots. And that synthodrone sure thought a lot of herself.

Kim stared miserably down her street. 7:30 in the morning. Normally she would be sleeping in on a Saturday, especially after spending the night trying to free herself and hunt down the usual villains. No sign of anyone. Not that she had bothered to look. Especially after that drawing...

She took a deep breath, trying to think. 993. Synthodrone 993. Yet another synthodrone. Needing... her personality? What was that supposed to mean? But Erik–Synthodrone 901–he was the only Synthodrone she had seen.

What was Drakken even up to?

Well, that's what she was going to try and figure out. Ron had been nowhere inside that room. So unless Drakken had him somewhere else... She really needed to reach a computer. Get a hold of Wade. Figure out what the heck was going on.

If she didn't fall asleep on her bed first.

"Kim!"

Kim screamed as two arms like lassos flung themselves around her. Her first instinct was to...

"No way, girl. No way are you pulling that bad guy attack bit on me. I don't care how you psyched you are."

"Monique?" Kim asked, slowly pulling herself out of the backwards hug.

"Of course it is!" Monique skipped around to face her. "I don't have time to chat now, I'm opening at Club Banana, but, wow, I'll call you when I'm done today. After prom last night, girl, you must G. M. D.!"

"Give you details?" Kim repeated. "About... Prom? But–"

"No, not now. Car won't start so I have to make the bus downtown. We'll talk later." And in a flash, Monique was running down the street.

Prom? Details? What was going on? "Monique! Wait!" But Monique was too far gone.

Monique didn't even know the truth about Erik. She must have thought... oh, boy. Monique was not going to like those details. Kim continued to trudge toward the house. How was she going to explain this to her parents? They must be worried sick. She slid into the house, prepared to be covered in hugs and scolds about not battling evil too late.

Her mom was on the coach, reading a medical mystery paperback and drinking coffee.

Here it was, Kim thought. The tears. "Hey, Mom. I'm back. And I'm fine."

Her mom stared up at her. "Back already? You've been gone for only half an hour. Oh... you want to change out of that suit. I can't believe you put it back on. Probably reinacting last night." She then proceeded to give the scariest wink Kim had ever seen.

"Mom? I just... I've been gone all night."

"I know. I was your age. You're in a dream world. But..." Fear ran over her face as she set the novel down. "It's still okay, isn't it? I mean, everything was wonderful when Ron came over this morning."

"This morning?" So Ron hadn't been captured? Then where had he been?

"You really are out of it," her mom said with a laugh. "You both decided to run over to the school this morning, I don't know why. So everything still is fine?"

"No, it's—" Kim took a deep breath, pulling a snarl out of her hair. She really needed a shower. "So I was here this morning?"

"In body, anyways. Same as last night. Oh, to be young again."

"I came home last night?"

"Yes. Just after Prom. It was so cute. You know, I've been hoping for this–"

Kim spun around. "Sorry, Mom, but I really need to go."

"Back to the school? So everything is okay?"

"Yes, back to the school." As for everything being okay... she still had no idea.

Something very weird was going on.

"Sorry I forgot it was a Saturday," Ron said. No, repeated. He still felt very stupid about that little mistake. He hadn't gone to school on a Saturday since... well, three months ago. But it was still a rare occurrence. Yet it was nice, sitting in an empty school building. Just him and Kim, her hand in his. Who would have thought? It still didn't feel real.

"Eh, no big. I forgot, too," Kim replied. "Besides, we can use this time to catch up on our homework."

"Homework? Kim, no way. We do use Saturdays for homework. At least I don't. You know that perfectly well." Perhaps that Finals warning banner stretched above the office door was getting to her.

"What's wrong with homework? I mean, we really need to work on our chemistry."

"Kim, I'm not falling for that one again." And yet he was. Her arms were around his neck and his lips were on hers. Rather nice. Still, he didn't think Kim would ever want to kiss someone this much.

Not that he was complaining or anything.

"So," she said, pulling away. "What do you think we should do today? Since you don't want to do homework?"

"Uh..." He had never really thought about what he and Kim would do as a couple. If they ever became a couple. Which apparently they were now, so he was really unprepared. "We could... go to Bueno Nacho?"

"Are they even open this early?"

"No. But they should be."

"I'm not even going to ask how you knew that." She leaned back against the wall, her hair tangling with the corduroy. "I guess we're some couple, aren't we?"

Ron laughed. "I was just thinking the same thing. But... I guess we'll get better at it, won't we? I mean, it was bound to happen sooner or later, right?"

"Right." Wow, but he loved the way she laughed. "Hey, Ron, can I ask you a question?"

Questions. Were questions any different in these kinds of relationships? A very weird sort of panic was setting in. "Um, sure, Kim."

She leaned her face closer to his, smiling broadly. "Ron, how long did you like me this way before last night?"

"Erm..." He had absolutely no idea how to answer that sort of question. And it was going to kill the mood. This lovely mood in a big empty school hallway with the white noise machine going and a fly buzzing somewhere... that was romantic, wasn't it? "Well, I really don't–"

"Shh." She placed a finger on his lips. "Hold that thought, but I think I hear something."

He shook her hand away. "Besides... what?"

"I'll be right back." She jumped to her feet and sped around the corner.

Ron just stared after her. Huh. Usually she would have made him come. Kim was acting rather... different.

Oh, well. At least it gave him time to come up with a good answer.

Kim threw open the school doors, feeling worse than ever. What a day this was turning out to be. Or second day, continuing from last night. The schoolyard was still littered with balloons and confetti from last night that somehow had managed to leave the gym in the pockets of pranksters and scrapbookers. That wonderful prom she had helped design that she had attended for a grand total of five minutes. Well, it had been with a guy that had turned out to be a robot or something.

What had happened to Erik, anyway? Where was anyone?

Well, if her mom was right, the Ron mystery was going to be solved. She stepped inside, finally realizing how dorky this fake powersuit thing was. Wade was going to make her another one, though, if the real one didn't turn up.

Was she really so bitter after zero sleep? She turned a corner. No one. Why would Ron be at the school? And... herself?

Nothing was making sense.

"Ron?" she called, cupping her hands around her mouth. The echo ricocheted through the school. "Ron?"

"Kim?" There it was. Ron's voice.

He stepped around a corner, looking rather bewildered.

Kim didn't know whether to kill him or hug him. First things first... grill him about what was going on. "Ron, what happened last night?"

He stared at her. "Um, you went to change back into that thing?"

"Ron!"

"I was just asking! Listen, um, I was thinking about your question and–"

Kim sighed. "So tell me what happened last night. Because something very weird is going on and–"

He laughed. "You know exactly what happened last night. I'm sorry I didn't come up with an answer before you left, but you just ran off and–"

"Left? Ron, I just barely found you–"

"Okay, that's a really creepy but romantic way to put it," he replied with a blush. "But, here's the answer. The honest one. I have no idea how long it's been, but when Erik showed up, I guess that's when I realized..."

Erik. So he knew about Erik. That was good. "When you realized he was a synthodrone?"

"Um, I didn't realize he was a synthodrone until you did!" Ron's eyes went wide. "You're not calling this all rebound, are you?"

"Rebound? Ron, what are you talking about?" The temptation to just give him a good shake was growing. Or maybe everyone was a little confused. "Ron, I spent all of last night–"

"I know how you feel, Kim! I couldn't sleep, either! And then you gave me that question just barely and..." He was blushing even more. Why? "Oh, heck, I'll just say it. It has nothing to do when Erik entered the picture. I've felt this way for a very long time. And since it's been going on all morning, I'll just..."

Then, before Kim could react, Ron's arms were around her and he was...

Kissing her.

What was going on? For a moment she couldn't do anything, wasn't sure she wanted to do anything, but... for crying out loud, what was going on? This was so not right!

She barely felt her arm move. It was a complete and separate reaction that she yet utterly agreed with. Instantly she was free, and Ron was six feet away holding his throbbing face.

"Don't you ever do that again!" she shouted.

"But I–"

"What is up with you?" s Good grief, she had just slapped her best friend. Of course, her best friend had never kissed her before, either. Think, Kim, she told herself. Think. Ron and her mom had accused her of changing clothes. So that might mean...

Leaving Ron in bewilderment, she took off down the hall.

This was insane. This was completely insane. The same thought pattern flew through her mind as she ran through the school. So apparently she had come home last night. Apparently she had come here with Ron this morning. Apparently Ron was... oh, she didn't want to think about that. And apparently she was not supposed to be wearing this stupid suit. Now here she was, not even certain what she was looking for.

That little diagram of Drakken's. About the Synthodrone. She whirled around a corner and--

The impact was hard. Kim fell back and skidded into a wall. "Oh, my gosh, I'm sorry. I'm–" She lifted her eyes.

It was her. Except this her was already on her feet, staring back at... herself. Oh, but that was a very weird sensation.

Drakken wasn't doing more cloning, was he? No, the paper about the synthodrone...

Suddenly everything made sense. Except for Ron. But... coming home last night... Why Ron hadn't been captured...

Oh, no. Now everything did make sense.

"You!" the synthodrone shrieked in a too-familiar voice. Well, as a familiar as one's own voice could be from hearing it in recordings and whatever else. "You're not supposed to be here!" She sprang forward in a flip, landing just before Kim.

But Kim had managed to get up. A synthodrone. Just like Erik. Well, synthodrones could be... could they be dealt with? She grabbed the thing's arm, tossing it over her back.

Except the synthodrone escaped, tore her arm free in midair. The synthodrone was good.

"Nice outfit, Kim," it said from behind her. "Especially for a copy. I have the original, if you're interested."

So that's what had happened. "Oh, you are so going down!" Kim jumped out of the way as the synthodrone rushed at her.

And as it flipped down to swipe at her legs.

Kim leaped up, kicking back for a steady aim. Her foot collided, and she felt the synthrodrone fall back.

But not far enough. Kim felt her leg catch.

Instantly she was down, synthodrone arms that looked way too much like her own wrapped around her.

Why couldn't she be this buff? The grip was impossible to break against. She was now being dragged across the floor to...

The janitor's closet.

"Now you're going to actually stay somewhere for once," the synthodrone said.

Kim had smacked him. Unbelievably, she had smacked him. Ron leaned against the wall, still gingerly touching his face. What had he said that was so wrong? It really wasn't rebound from a stupid synthodrone named Erik, was it? Because that just wasn't fair. And he had thought his answer had been pretty good. So he didn't have some Hollywood guy writing lines for him, but it was still good. If she really liked him, then that shouldn't have mattered.

And they had been doing enough kissing, anyway.

And how had she managed to change back into that suit so fast?

"Ron?"

Oh, no. She was back. He jumped to his feet. He was not going to let her see that she had actually managed to injure him.

She stood in the hallway, breathing heavily. Her hair was a complete mess. Well, it had been when she had slapped him, so... "You changed clothes again," he said dumbly.

"Yeah." She darted over the hall and threw her arms around him.

"Oh? So now I get a hug?"

"What? Oh, I understand."

"Understand what? Kim, you slapped me!"

She shook her head. "No, that wasn't me. I just found this out, Ron. We have to be really careful. Someone... I think Drakken, I don't know... someone's made a copy of me."

Whoa. That did explain a lot.

BabyMama9672: Well, Ron sort of found out the truth...

BlinknSkater: Stupid official site. Oh well. Thanks for the correction! )

ChemicalHappiness: Well, Ron doesn't quite know yet... I think I'll let him keep his hopes up for awhile longer.

Drakken's Woman: Of course 993 has a personality! Synthodrones also have feelings. Shall work on last part. How was Loll?

Forlong: Thank-yee!

G-Go: I'm pretty sure the Possible parents slipped the tweebs a few bucks to clean up everything. )

Iron G: Yay! I has a cookie! Thank-yee!

kemiztri: Thanks so much! Eh, I figure it's an extreme show already... I might as well take advantage of it in fanfiction. But let me know if it goes way over the top.

KimnRon4ever: Thanks!

kpShadowGirl: The fact is... Ron is delightful to torture! And I much agree with your analysis of synthodrool.

Lonestarr: Yeah, it is kind of a scary idea to work with.

The Mad Shoe: Thanks!

MtnRon: Dads are weird that way. Mr. P even admitted knowing that Erik was destroyed.

Netherwood: To make up for your moan of pain, I promise much more K/Rness! With the REAL Kim!

Vbabe24: But awkward is fun!

Widow Shark: My sister also thought it was a one-shot. But there's too much fun I can have.

willk1989: We were actually thinking Kim was a bit too violent at the end of STD... so we're giving her a break out of that. )

WWLAOS: I am free from Camp Wannaweep! Actually, it was most lovely. Stupid Scouts. Anyway, I thought to myself, If I were a synthodrone, and I ran into Ron Stoppable, wouldn't I join his side?