They Say Everyone Has a Twin Chapter 8 revised, a kim possible fanfic

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

Chapter 8

Why do I even bother?

That was the question Shego was asking herself as she circled the tall, blonde haired 'Golden Warrior' (as she had come to think of him.) Back at the entrance of the hanger the two henchmen lay in a pile. One had already melted into green goo, its outer husk pierced by a ferocious blow from her opponent. She wasn't quite sure what had happened to the other, maybe some of the solid-state components that controlled the synthodrone were damaged, or maybe, perhaps, it was an honest-to-goodness actual henchman. Synthodrones could get expensive after all and some of the really dumb ones could be hired back on the cheap!

Blonde boy had gone from yummy eye-candy to actual threat in her professional assessment. When he attacked before he was caught off-guard, first by her appearance and second by the lack of whatever he used to create weapons out of thin air. She first suspected something like the Princess' white body suit, but forming metal edge weapons in his bare hands wasn't quite the same as mutable, self-healing fibers forming and energy shielded jai alai wicket! No, now he was ready and he had the moves of a pro, just like her. This time he knew what his limitations were and mistaken belief in who she was or not, he wasn't going to be taken unawares.

He came at her again, his speed like lightning, his movements fluid. He threw a punch with a semi-closed fist, followed by a blocking motion with his left arm. He's used to fighting with a weapon! She realized. His technique, while sound, was not one of the Eastern disciplines like Kimmie or herself employed. Still, she could tell the man was used to fighting with something in his hand. It was almost like he was missing…

…a sword! Yes, that was it! The right strike and left block, as if he was fighting with a sword in his right hand and a shield of some sort on the left!

"Come on, Dona. I know you're in there." He almost begged with his voice.

"Listen, creep, call me that name one more time and I'm gonna flash-fry all that pretty blonde hair right off your head!" To punctuate her point she created a fairly large ball of green plasma and hurled it at his head. She knew it'd never connect but it kept him moving.

"Shego! Quit playing around and knock him out!" Drakken shouted from the safety of the passageway.

"Like that would do you any good! Blue-boy here doesn't know anything about a touch-pad lock, does he." He kicked furiously, barely missing her left shoulder. She grabbed his foot mid-kick and did the only thing she could with her current state of balance, she shoved it upwards. His feet flew up in the air and he flipped backwards, landing back on his feet, ready for another charge.

"What is it about you people, always running your mouth during a fight?" Shego growled, swinging at him with a plasma-shrouded double fist.

"Sounds to me like I was just following the crowd!" He grabbed her arms, just beyond the plasma field, but instead of using his advantage to throw her his fingers dug into the edges of her gloves…

…and ripped forwards.

Her gloves came off inside-out. She gaped at him for half a moment, stunned at the move. In the second half-moment she realized he thought her glow power was in her gloves. She threw a vicious roundhouse, directed at his head…

…and brought a fully charged left fist into his chin, sending him sailing across the room. Dazed, he tried getting to his feet as she charged once more.

Not fully recovered, his body acted automatically to the attack, he rolled with the blow, bringing his feet up as he fell backwards, catching her in the stomach and sending head over heals above him. She slammed none-too-gently into side of the red space ship.

He was circling her again, taking advantage of the momentary respite. Painfully she rose, steadying herself on the ship. She didn't notice her open palm was on the white biometric scanner plate…

…until the hatch cycled and opened!

"What the heck?" she said aloud, looking at her hand in wonder, her opponent momentarily forgotten. The side hatch slowly rose, revealing the surprisingly expansive interior of the spacecraft.

Shego didn't get much time to examine it as several things happened at once.

High up on the ceiling, something exploded. A large section of the ceiling crumbled and four figures were revealed standing on the edge of their newly created entrance.

Oh, boy, Shego thought, in five, four, three, two, one…

"Kim Possible!" Drakken shouted. "and the buffoon!...whose name escapes me at the moment." He finished, rubbing his chin as if in thought.

The quartet leapt, their jetpacks flaring for just a moment as they descended to the floor. "Don't make me come over there and remind you of my name again Blue-boy!" Ron shouted, a oddly confident grin on his face.

"Who are they?" he pointed a tiny finger at the other two with Kim and Ron. The tall man was wearing street clothes and an odd-looking jet-pack. The woman with him looked so familiar, though half of her face was hidden by the helmet she was wearing. She was dressed in mission clothes obviously borrowed from Possible.

She stepped in front of the others, ripping the helmet off, letting her long black hair spill out. "Where is my husband?" She demanded, ice dripping off her words.

Drakken was aghast. He had seen Shego almost every day for almost five years now, yet here was a woman who was her absolute twin, save for her complexion. Even that was not too far off. Her skin was just as fair as his evil sidekick's. His hand went to his cheek, then pointed at the enraged woman with Possible, then at Shego, then back to the woman.

"Blast, it Shego! Who has been cloning you. You won't even let me clone you! Steppin' out on me?" He raged in his confusion.

"Dr D. Why don't you use half of that supposed genius of yours. That's the Dona blondie here kept thinking was me!" Shego turned back to her twin and pointed at Gary. "We've been playing tag with your sweetie here precious."

"Huh? I'm not her…" Gary got out as another burly henchman pinned his arms from behind. He pitched forward, throwing the synthetic thug over his head.

Great! Shego thought. Where were all these goo-filled idiots while I was doing all the fighting before? Henchmen were pouring into the room from every opening.

Kim pulled her grappler, firing it at the ceiling. She sailed over the goon's heads, heading straight for the cell block. It helped that she had been to this lair before, but Murky shared Jimmy and Gary's locater frequencies and Wade was able to home in on them with a spy satellite he hacked into. It seemed Kim and Ron weren't the only ones micro-chipped!

Ron headed straight for Drakken, who was cowering at the sight of the blonde boy.

Shego watched with fascination at the milieu. Kimmie wasn't engaging her right off the bat. That meant she had a target that was more important than her at the moment. The other two, who obviously knew Blondie, were holding their own. The tall man was obviously a fighter, though, just like her previous opponent, was used to using weapons of some sort instead of hand-to-hand. He fought with fists, not using his legs for kicking but kept moving, keeping his eyes on several opponents at once. He was clearly just as much a professional as the other, his style distinctly military.

The girl was no slouch, but neither was she a pro like her companion. Yet there was something almost familiar about her fighting style, as if she had seen its like before, long ago. There was raw talent there that had never been properly developed. Then she noticed another thing. All that flying black hair! Is that what I look like when I fight? It's a wonder that nobody had ever thought to grab my hair! If Kimmie ever decided to really fight dirty…heh! That's something I'm going to have to try, the Princess' hair is plenty long enough!

Then she noticed the open hatch once more. She glanced around. Drakken was actually running around the perimeter, Stoppable right on his tail. The other three had forgotten her in favor of dealing with the henchmen. They were being slowed down by obviously using non-lethal force. If it were her she would just have started slashing with her claws until all the fakes were nothing but a puddle of goop. That made her look at her hands again, free of the claw tipped gloves. She had forgotten about that move, when Possible had first tangled with her. The assumption that her powers were simply weapons built into her costume was one an opponent did not make twice!

Dammit! a broken a nail!

Then it hit her. It was her bare palm against the panel that had opened the ship! How did that happen. She certainly looked like this 'Dona' a bit but were the biometric scanners on this bucket that stupid? Well, if they are, so be it! She climbed into the hatch and looked up. There was the ladder leading to the upper cockpit. She clambered up and pulled herself into the seat. There was a momentary whoosh as sensors adapted the cushions to her body dimensions. The console lit up, the screen displaying: "Pilot, Dona Argus – Computer assist mode active."

The stupid computer thinks I'm this other woman! Super. Plus, despite the extreme high-tech cockpit was still arranged just like any other fighter jet she had ever seen. Computer assist or not, she felt she would be able to pilot it. Fools even had everything labeled! She punched the three engine start-up switches and popped the canopy.

"Dr. D! Get your sorry blue butt over here! We're getting out of here before your favorite cheerleader gets back!"

Drakken didn't waste any time. He managed to dodge Ron one more time before grabbing the lower edge of the open hatch as the Valkyrie lifted off. Waves like heat rising off hot pavement bent the light as the artificial gravity generators came to life, effectively counteracting the Earth's pull, causing the bulk to lift slowly as control jets took over, sending it further into the air. The nose pointed skyward and a bright stream of charged metal particles shot out of the wing-tip pods, blasting the hole already in the ceiling even wider. Triple ion engines flared to life as the ship blasted into the open sky.

The four fighters stood there dumbfounded among the now-unconscious goons and not a few piles of syntho-goop. Their jaws hung open, not noticing Kim returning with a dazed Jimmy Argus.

A/N Revised 2-25-06