They Say Everyone Has a Twin Chapter 6 revised, a kim possible fanfic

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

Chapter 6

Drakken was nowhere to be seen. Then again, neither were any of his synthodrone goons. Shego was alone in the hanger with the red starship. She pondered it, walking slowly around it. Most of the rockets she had seen looked just like, well, rockets. This thing was a little more alien. If it weren't for the exterior markings being written in English she would have thought the whole thing was from another world. The whole design was both awkward and sleek at the same time. For instance, the two external engines looked almost like they had been slapped there, as if the whole thing was intended only to have the single, centerline power plant. In its entirety it looked like it was trying to be an airplane, with the weapon studded wings, but there seemed to be nothing aerodynamic about it. That made the tail plane doubly incongruous. Like the two large engines it looked added on to the overall design.

Then there were the cockpits. Who in their right mind would put one at the very forefront of the ship, with another bearing a visible control suite so high atop the upper spine? It was fairly easy to climb up on top, considering the number of natural and purposely included handholds. She cupped her hands around her face and peered inside. Unlike the lower cockpit, which seemed isolated, an abbreviated ladder could be seen behind the upper pilot's seat, leading to a surprisingly expansive interior. While she was looking inside one of the screens on the console winked to life. She scrambled out of view of the pickup, or at least she hoped she had, but was transfixed with the image she saw on the screen.

There was a woman there. She could tell she was talking but she couldn't hear anything through the thick glass (or whatever material is was composed of) of the canopy. She could see the worry in the woman's eyes but that's not what made her stare, even after the screen winked back off.

If not for the fair, but normal looking skin tone, Shego would have thought she was looking in a mirror. She sat down on the sloping edge beside the canopy, lost in thought, absently stroking the fur of the fluffy cat sitting beside her. The kitty started purring and she picked it up, petting it in her lap, mindful not to scratch it with her clawed gloves.

Two things clicked into place in her mind.

Blondie called her Donna. Obviously, Shego wasn't the name her parents had given her but Donna wasn't even close. Then this guy had now seen her twice and each time he thought her to be a woman with that name. Now that she'd seen the video broadcast, she was certain, this Donna was somehow tied to this ship and, judging from the bare moment she had seen her, was very nearly her exact twin. Heck, she might even look precisely alike without her meta-power induced complexion.

The second thing was the cat. Drakken had never been one to keep pets (unless you counted mutated freak monsters with tentacles and that thrice cursed poodle he finally pawned off on his mother!) This cat was obviously no stray. She was clean, well groomed and had a very nice collar encrusted with costume jewels. Still gently holding the creature she looked at the tag

Gossamer Argus was engraved on the front. The back looked like a miniature version of a digital camera memory card. She put the cat down and jumped down to the floor. When they brought the prisoners into the lair she had ordered the goons strip everything off them that wasn't plain clothing. There wasn't much. She had expected something akin to Kimmie's battle suit on the blonde guy, but he had nothing more than a wallet with the most basic identification. She found the box all of the stuff had been dumped into and pawed through it. So, blondie's name is Gary Garrett. Kind of blah for a cutie, she thought. Then she found the other guy's ID. Much of the data there didn't make sense, but it had some kind of address for Miami, Florida. What should have been a birth date didn't make much sense either, but his name did…

…James Neil Argus. Moments ago she had been petting his cat! She pawed through the flight suit he had been wearing over his street clothes. There had been a moment when they'd unzipped it. He was wearing a tight, black, long sleeved T-shirt and gray cargo pants. Drakken had looked at her and she had returned the stare – both of them saying, almost in unison "Nah, couldn't be. They guy had been indications the man had a military background, which made sense considering the ship, but the clothes were too close to their arch foes to be comfortable.

That name! Something about it tickled the back of her mind. James Argus. James Neil Argus?

Oh dear lord! Neil Argus? No! That couldn't be him! Could it? If it is, has he lost a lot of weight? Even so, you think I'd have recognized him, it's only been a little over four years. She kept pondering it, trying to reconcile the image of the slightly older looking man and the teenager she had know just a few years ago as a smaller cat started circling her ankles.

Gary shook his head and tried to get up. Doing that was painful, but not enough to keep him down. He ignored the pain in his hand and his midsection. Wow! Invulnerability really has its perks. He sat up, propping his weight with his left, and so far uninjured hand. Nothing. His power was either gone or shut off.

Carefully he stood up. His head swam a little bit but he was recovering quickly. Years of training allowed him to push past the pain and disorientation. Mental focus had kept him alive many times in the past. He just had to figure out what was going on.

Why had Dona attacked him, now twice? It didn't make sense.

Then he noticed the man standing outside his cell. His hands were clasped behind his back. His clothing was…unusual, to say the least (and that is something coming from a man normally attired in a suit of armor.) He was wearing a dark blue double breasted lab coat that extended past his knees. His black hair was receding slightly and pulled into a short, ragged ponytail. There was just one thing more striking than his unusual clothing…

…his face was blue.

Not the blue you would expect from lack of oxygen. No, he was just plain blue, from his scalp right down to his neck. Somehow Gary expected the man was as blue from head to toe as a Torellian was pale white!

Gary glared at the man, remembering the odd hue to Dona's skin when she attacked them. "Where is Jimmy? And what have you done to Dona?"

Drakken was taken aback. Who is this "Donna" everyone keeps talking about? Instead he recovered "The same thing that will happen to you and your unconscious friend if you don't cooperate!" The smile that played across his face was every bit as disturbing as the laughter that erupted from him.

Shego could hear Drakken's laughter as she skidded to a halt in front of another glassine cell. Inside, with his head propped on a pillow was the other man she had blasted unconscious. A little note of worry played across her face. She hadn't hit him that hard, or at least she didn't think so. If this was who she thought it was she would never forgive herself if she had mortally wounded him. She opened the door and knelt beside him.

Gently she turned his head toward her. She wasn't sure. The trim mustache and neat Vandyke were unfamiliar to her, but the face…that could be him…could be him if he had lost almost a hundred pounds! This man was slim, the type who didn't have an ounce of body fat. The man she remembered was always a little…rounded. Not fat, but far from this lean.

The second cat, who had up till now gone unnoticed, climbed right up onto the unconscious man's chest and curled up in a ball as if that was her most natural place to be.

Feeling odd about looking, she picked up his hands. No rings. Why did you look? What would it matter? Get a hold of yourself woman. This might not even be him!

She didn't hear Drakken approach.

"Donna, get up." He said. She whirled around. She was about to say something to Drakken when she caught sight of the two synthodrones and their prisoner. She caught sight of Drakken winking at her, out of the other man's sight. Okay, for the moment, she was "Donna." She could play along, at least until things started to get stupid.

Drakken giggled evilly. "I think your friend here is going to give us a…hand."

Shego stood, putting her hands on her hips, a smile spreading across her face.

A/N – if you would like to see what the Valkyrie looks like, there's a good picture of it on my DeviantArt page, which can be accessed through my profile.

A/N Revised 2-24-06