They Say Everyone Has a Twin Chapter 2 revised, a kim possible fanfic

The Trinity Sitch – Book 1: The Say Everyone Has a Twin

Chapter 2

"This is so much easier when we run into other spaceships." Jimmy murmured as he pulled the last of the special camouflage screens into place. This was one of those times he regretted never painting over the blood red pentronium armor of his ship, the Valkyrie. The Unified Federal Starforce of America (usually known simply as "The Starforce") had built many copies of the little ship, but armored them instead with less expensive polymer armor that was most often molded in black or dark blue, earning the fighter/bombers the nickname "Blackhawks." Before his retirement from the Starforce many other officers had suggested at least painting his ship to match the others, but he resisted for some reason, leaving the ship in it's distinctive crimson.

Because of a special telepathic link between their souls, he could sense, even at a distance of some miles, when Dona removed her false 'old' features. He didn't bother contacting her through his link, knowing she had realized nobody would recognize them in this alternate world. It was perfectly find to look young here and he knew that would satisfy her vain streak.

"What do you mean" asked the blonde haired man helping him with the last of the stakes. With just a tiny bit of concentration he let the 'spell' lapse on his companion and himself. As Jimmy's graying hair slowly turned to dark brown, the other man's had gone from nearly white to bright gold.

To Jimmy, Gary Garrett, once known as 'The Golden Warrior' and later as 'The Paladin' looked strange in jeans and a buttoned up shirt. Normally the man would be wearing some kind gleaming gold and black armor with a large sword strapped across his back. That wouldn't have done here, if this world were anything like the ones they knew. It was one thing to wear it in the jungles of Troxxite where man and beast and a few other things would seek to do you harm, it was quite another thing in pleasant suburbs of 21st century America.

"Well, for the most part you can approach a space craft real easy-like and let them do some general scans. It's one thing to encounter another space-going vessel, quite another when the only space ships people see are on TV. At least in space, once they figure out we're human and not some unknown alien they usually get all friendly, especially if we look like we have some technology they'd like to get their hands on. Still, sometimes they tend to shoot first and ask questions later. Thank goodness for combat armor."

"No, I meant this has happened before?"

"Oh, that's right. Yeah, a few times. It's never happened with the Valkyrie before, always when I was on the U.S.S. America. Then we figured it was happening because of some glitches in the new engines."

"How come you've never mentioned this before?" Gary wondered.

"Because, for the most part, we end up like none of it ever happened. First couple times I was the only one who remembered, but soon Murky was too, though none of the rest of the crew did. There at first I just put it down to pure fantasy, but little bits of evidence started popping up, like that Klingon Bat'leth I gave you a couple years ago."

"No wonder I couldn't figure out the design. So, just how do you know this is some alternate world and not an accidental back-time?"

"Well, for one thing the computer says we didn't back-time. I tend to trust it about that sort of thing, but mainly because I can tell. If you were to spend more time learning about your Effurien based powers you'd be able to sense the ebb and flow of space-time like I can."

"Sorry, Jimmy. I'm still getting used to my new ones"

His "new" powers were not so new, but they were so different from his old ones he hardly ever used them. He held up his hand, using a special part of his mind to give his powers just a little nudge. In moments it looked as if mercury was running up his hand from under his sleeve. There was a faint pop as it jumped into the form of a short sword, similar to the type used in ancient Greece. He relaxed his hand and the weapon disappeared.

"Your brother never could do that." Jimmy chided.

"No. Well, he never tried. He figured the strength and invulnerability he had as the 'Silver Knight' were enough. I just think a sword is a far more elegant weapon than forming a sphere of metal around your hand to punch something."

"He could also fly, you know. You should be able to do that."

"He could do that when the war was on, and he didn't even realize at first it wasn't his gli-pack that was doing the flying for him. Most of what he did was on pure instinct." That included flying clear from one of the frozen moons of Tor-El-Ka to the gladiator rings on the planet itself to rescue his brother and ripping more than a dozen Torelloid combat robots apart with his bare hands. It seemed Richard Garrett was born to be the Silver Knight of the Freedom Leaders.

Gary was not. The same accident that gave his brother the wonderful powers had robbed Gary almost of his life. His arms and legs were ruined, only to be replaced with bionics by the war-like Torellians so he could fight as a gladiator. Years later a magic imbued sword gave him the illusion that he had his natural limbs back, but that was shattered when the weapon's energy was spent defeating the demon Malendragma. It took the Jimmy's healing powers, amped up ten-fold to finally restore his whole body. At the same time it became clear that his powers were changing, growing, until he realized he was becoming like his brother. Had Richard's sacrifice transferred the powers to him?

He had now been pondering that question for eight years. He wasn't about to come up with the answer on this backwards version of Earth.

A slender young woman with long, black hair crouched in the underbrush, watching the two men warily. This should be easy.

She waited until they looked away and ignited her hands. They were quickly shrouded in bright green plasma as her meta-powers charged the air around them. Focusing the plasma into two balls of concussive force she hurled them at the two men.

She had not counted on the blonde, yummy looking one reacting so fast. To her eye, he obvious acted purely by reflex. He shoved the slighter, darker haired (but still yummy looking himself) man out of the way with one hand while deflecting the energy blast with a sword that appeared out of thin air. He wasn't quite fast enough and the bolt connected with the other guy's scalp in a glancing blow. He dropped like a rock but the blonde was warned and ready.

With a roar she burst out of her cover and charged. Adrenaline pumped into her veins as she switched into combat mode. The slender yet muscular blonde man was lightning fast, faster than she'd figured. She would scold herself later for her assumption, but now was not the time. The blonde she knew best did have a few moves, but nothing like this. She fired two more bolts at the man as she advanced, switching to a hand-to-hand attack once she reached him.

Funny, she did think, if this was Kimmie I'd be running off at the mouth by now. Instead she was acting the professional she was. Fighting with the Princess was actually fun. This was work. Plus, the blonde now was armed, though she thought it a little stupid to rely on a sword when your opponent is wielding green plasma energy bolts. Still, the appearance of a lethal weapon changed things, if only slightly as far as she was concerned.

Then the fool let his guard down, looking at her in astonishment "Dona? What are you do…" was all he got out as a fist wreathed in plasma connected with his chin. He went down just like his companion had.

She pulled some heavy zip-ties out of hidden pockets in her green and black jumpsuit. A wicked grin spread over her face as she trussed up the two men. She cast about a moment, but the sword had disappeared. Where did that thing get to? She searched him but he didn't have any more weapons. In fact, the blonde guy didn't have much of anything on him besides his clothing. Where did that sword come from in the first place?

"Good work, Shego." Said Drakken as he approached from his hiding place. So like him to wait while she did the 'heavy lifting.' Such is life, such is the job, she mused. He would have very likely run to the next county of a sword had been pulled on him.

Drakken was in his usual 'mad scientist' garb of a dark blue lab coat, with matching pants, all tucked into black rubber gloves and leather boots. His improbably blue skin was several shades lighter than his clothing.

If one looked close they would realize that Shego was not merely pale of complexion, she was actually very light green! In contrast with the bright green of her outfit she looked downright ghostly. "What's the deal, Dr D? Why'd that guy just call me Donna?"

"I have no idea. What I do know is that this is the very space ship I was looking for. Fools they thought they could hide it from me. My stealth detector was right when it picked it up. Just look at it! Look at those weapons."

"Look at the nice locked hatch." Shego quipped at her boss.

"Well, don't just stand there, blast it off!"

She moved to oblige, sending a small bolt to fry the circuitry. It bounced off, impacting the ground at Drakken's feet."

"SHE-GO! The lock, not me!"

Shego rolled her eyes as she charged up her hand for another try.

A/N Chapter revised 2-24-06