"Kids, are you almost finished in there?" Mrs. Possible called out from within the kitchen.
"Just finishing up now, Mom." Kim called out as she and her brother Jim swept up the last of the broken glass, dropping it down into the trash can.
"Could've finished ten minutes ago if Ron and Kim would have stopped staring at each other's butts." Tim grumbled bitterly.
Kim and Ron shot each other twin looks of embarrassment, before Kim turned to throw her dustpan straight at her brothers.
"Tweebs!"
The young twins dodged their sister's attack, only to turn and flee upstairs, chanting yet another rendition of "Kim and Ron sitting in a tree".
"Good to see some things never change." Ron let out a relaxed sigh as he plopped down onto the large sofa in front of the TV, stretching himself out comfortably. All things considered, he had had a fairly full day.
"Oh sure you would say that. You spend all summer in Japan, and come back for less than a day and think that they're just adorable in their own way. I get to live with the little freaks." Kim sat down across from Ron, removing her shoes and letting out a wide yawn. She'd had quite an eventful day herself.
"Kids, we're going upstairs. If you end up watching TV, keep the volume down." Mrs. Possible called out.
"Sure thing mom."
"No problem Mrs. P."
The two looked at each other with a tightly restrained look of glee. All that was needed now was patience.
"So, Ron, spill. Japan. Everything. Now."
The footsteps of Kim's parents could be heard all the way upstairs.
"Oh you know KP. Ancient kung fu secrets, centuries old architecture, neon signs and spiky haired cartoon characters as far as the eye could see and not a Bueno Nacho in sight. Nice place, but I wouldn't move there."
The bedroom door of the Possible parent's room could be heard closing. Thirty seconds to go.
"Oh, that reminds me. Bueno Nacho finally unveiled that Taco thingy of yours."
"The Super Taco Split! How was it? Did you try one?"
"Uhmm, yeah. Monique and I ordered one the other day at its launch."
Fifteen seconds.
"Oh man, how was it? Tell me it was mouth-watering-on-sight. I was going for mouth-watering-on-sight."
"You'd have to ask Rufus, he did a nose dive straight into the thing before Mon and I could touch it." Kim indicated over to the slumbering Mole Rat, snoring deeply over on the dinner table.
Five seconds.
"Oh by the way, Sensei sends his best. He said it would be his honor if we stopped back for a visit sometime. Free pass to a super secret ninja's club with a centuries old "Members Only" policy. You can't beat that, KP."
Time up.
Kim practically leapt across the couch, straight into Ron's waiting arms. The two locked lips instantly, their mouths receiving one another readily. An entire summer of pent up desire exploded right on the Possible family couch as Kim and Ron pulled themselves as close to each other as physically possible. Even as their kissing continued, Kim's hands went underneath Ron's shirt and up his backside, her fingers feeling up the tight muscles of his back with unrestrained desire. Ron's hands did some exploring of their own, one staying over the backside of Kim's head, pushing the two of them even closer together, despite the physical impossibility of this, while his other hand moved down her slender backside, feeling up her soft skin.
"This'll make a great documentary." Jim's voice came from the side.
"Cooties, the deadly killer. You think mom and dad will like it?" Tim exclaimed with sinister glee.
Kim and Ron looked up to see the tweebs holding the family video camera, the lens turned upon the two with deadly implications.
"TWEEBS!" Kim shot off the couch and straight after her brothers as they ran up the stairs screaming, leaving Ron to lie back on the couch.
"Ahh, this is the life." Ron whispered to himself with a wide grin. For an instant, Ron could feel his body temperature returning to normal levels, when a knock from the front door caught his attention.
"Kim, door. KP?" Ron called out, but when no one answered, Ron let out a disgruntled grumble as he lifted himself up from the couch, moving across the house towards the front door.
As he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of a seemingly familiar looking man standing outside in a white lab coat with formal brown pants and neatly combed hair. Ron knew he had seen this man somewhere before but couldn't quite place the face.
The man on the other side of the door seemed visually shaken by Ron somehow, but seemed to suppress it beneath a veneer of civility.
"Good evening. Do I take it to be upon the Possible residence?" The figure asked.
Ron wore a blank look on his face.
"Is this where Kim Possible lives?" The figure amended his question upon noting the reaction in Ron's face.
"Oh. Yeah, sure. Hey KP, you got a visitor." Ron called up the stairs. He looked up to see Kim running towards the door, only to look at the scientist again closely.
"Coming Ron, who is… you!" Kim exclaimed. The face was not its usual color, his hair had changed, and he was even missing his scar but Kim instantly recognized the face of Doctor Drakken.
"Good lord." The man at the front door whispered in a mixture of awe and terror. "You look so much like her."
Kim had had enough unwanted visitors in her home for one night; she had no intention of letting one more through the front door. Grabbing the man by his jacket, Kim slammed him forcefully against the side of the front door.
"Drakken!" Kim exclaimed.
"Drakken?" Ron paused for a minute, before recognizing the resemblance. "Ahh, Drakken! Kim, Drakken's here."
"Yes, Ron. I got it." Kim turned back to the white coated man. "What are you doing here Drakken? You must know something about that other Ron, its too big a coincidence to see you so soon after he showed up."
"First, my name Dr. Andrew Lipsky." The doctor corrected even over the rough of his own collar being forced up. "And second, that young man is precisely the reason I wanted to talk to you, if you'll permit me."
Kim gave the man a sharp look. "Listen, if this is one of your tricks, Drew…"
"Andrew Lipsky." The man corrected again. "And I assure you, I mean you no deception. I'm here to help."
A large part of Kim didn't want to take the chance. That part of Kim would have been happy to tie him to a chair and let the tweebs have him until he was willing to talk. But just as with the other Ron, there was something in this man's eyes that she had never seen in the eyes of the original, something that told her there was more going on then she knew.
Kim's grip on the man's coat relented as she backed away slowly, affording him the chance to straighten himself out.
"Ok, 'Andrew.' Spill." Kim crossed her arms.
"Uhmm, actually, might I trouble you for a bit to eat as we talk. I did cross an entire dimensional threshold just to reach you, and I'm feeling rather famished." Dr. Lipsky asked rather embarrassed.
"Its ten thirty at night, and someone just cleaned out our entire fridge full of leftovers." Kim replied, looking over to a certain blond haired young man over to her side.
"Hey, I've been living on fish and rice for over three months solid. I'm excused." Ron replied defensively.
"Oh dear. I don't suppose there's some establishment nearby that's still open where we might grab a bite." Lipsky inquired.
"Hey, I know." Ron exclaimed.
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Kim and Andrew looked at each other with a mixture of revolt and wonder at the sight before them.
"Well now, you're young man certainly has a healthy appetite." Andrew offered.
"I'm not sure that can be considered 'healthy.'" Kim replied.
The sight to which the two were referring was that of a young man and his naked mole rat as they proceeded to messily devour a massive supply of Mexican delights. Ron had practically ordered half of the entire menu and more than two of everything ordered. Fortunately, the Bueno Nacho establishment was virtually empty, save for the staff and the threesome, and so the staff didn't have any other orders to fill. When it was all done, the order was enough to feed a small platoon, or a Naco deprived super hero and his pet.
"You know, I could swear I saw you polish off half a steak for dinner." Kim recalled to Ron.
"Maybe you saw the steak as being half there, but my stomach saw it as half gone." Ron pulled himself up from his feasting, a splash of Nacho cheese spilling down the side of his chin before his face returned to its gorging.
Kim looked a second longer in disbelief at the Mexican massacre before her, before turning over to their guest. "So, you mentioned something about a dimensional…"
"Dimensional threshold. Yes, I'm afraid its how both I, and the unpleasant young man you described earlier came to your world." Andrew finished whipping off the last remnants of his Super Taco Split from his mouth, which he had actually found to be quite delectable, before continuing. "You see, I come from another dimension, a world where the greatest threat that the world has ever known…" Andrew paused in preparation of the reaction his next words would undoubtedly elicit "…is the both of you."
Kim and Ron looked up, wide eyed at each other in disbelief before turning back to Andrew as he continued.
"On my world, there's law, but it's all either corrupt and paid for at worst, or too afraid and terrified at best. Global Terror has managed to infiltrate just about every level of every government to one degree or another, and it's all been through the direct intervention of Team Possible. You."
"Us?" Kim asked in shock.
"You know I think I saw this episode. Wait a minute, something's not right. If that was my evil 'me', where was my goatee? Evil alternate clones have to have a goatee, it's a rule." Ron declared matter-of-factly.
"It all began when you, or rather, they, went on their first mission when they were fifteen. After that, bad became worse, and worse and worse as time went on. The two of you… them I mean" Andrew amended with an apologetic look on his face. "… went around the world, unleashing all manner of punishments and calamities on anyone who wouldn't do what was demanded of them. Heroes eventually rose up to challenge them, including my humble self and my wife, but no one has ever been able to stop them."
Kim and Ron looked at each other, paralyzed by silence, unsure of what to say or how to react to a situation.
"So, how did the other Ron get to our world?" Kim finally asked.
"It started several months ago, when my Ron and Kim stole a device known as the Pan-Dimensional…"
"Pan-Dimensional Vortex Inducer." Kim finished with a sigh.
"Ah, so there's one in this world too?" Drakken inquired.
"Oh yeah." Kim rolled her eyes as unpleasant memories flashed before her.
"Well, then it probably performed the same function here that it did in my world, which was to literally beam people right into their own television set. Obviously, once they figured out what it was capable of, team Possible tried to have the thing destroyed, and rightfully so, I admit. I mean, can you imagine anyone reckless enough to experiment with such a device?" Andrew asked.
Kim and Ron shot each other wide eyed looks, both agreeing not to say anything as Dr. Lipsky went on.
"But before they could completely destroy it, my wife and I managed to steal it. You see, I realized that the device had the potential to send people to alternate realities, provided the proper modifications were made."
"That's why you came here, wasn't it? You wanted to find us." Kim concluded.
"Yes. You see, according to Quantum theory, there are a limitless number of universes, some very similar to each other, and others dramatically different. Supposedly, each universe is created every time a choice is made. Whenever a choice is made, an alternate world exists where a different choice was made for that particular instant, like forks in the road." Dr. Lipsky explained.
Kim looked over to Ron, whose face was totally blank.
"Lots of different worlds with lots of things different about them." Kim simplified.
"Ok, see now that I can follow." Ron admitted.
"I knew there had to be a world where the insidious team Possible hadn't become such a threat to mankind, where they might even be heroes, heroes who could help my world." Dr. Lipsky seemed to be looking directly at the young pair almost pleadingly.
"Wait, so if you had the Pans-Inducer thingy, then how did the other me get here first instead of you?" Ron asked.
"Uhmm, I'm afraid that was my fault. My first attempt, I tried to bring you directly into my world. Just one of you, in case I had picked the wrong world…" Dr. Lipsky's face began to blush as he admitted sheepishly "but I think I crossed my wiring."
"So instead of bringing this Ron to your world, you sent your Ron to our world." Kim concluded.
"I swear, I had no idea, and when we found out, we tried everything we could to undo the situation. Unfortunately, the other Kim and Global Terror burst in before we could try to bring him back. My wife…" Andrew began to stutter, a slight tear forming in his eye before he began again "My wife went to hold them off while I came through here to try and find you."
A hush silence fell over the trio, Dr. Lipsky looking absently down on the table as Kim and Ron looked at each other with somber faces.
"We need to find the Pan-Dimensional Vortex Inducer. If nothing else, we'll eventually need it to send you home. Plus, I have a feel that wherever it is, the other Ron will be." Kim finally spoke, hoping to bring renewed spirit to the table.
"Great idea KP. How?" Ron asked.
"I might have an idea about that. I knew I'd need to find a way back home eventually." Dr. Lipsky spoke up.
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Shego wheeled the last tray of equipment into the laboratory where their 'guest' worked, rather loudly in fact. Ever since returning from his private little side trip, he'd been in a furious rage, screaming and cursing with a mouth even Shego wouldn't kiss.
There was so much about this Ron that gave her the creeps. With the exception of the physical similarities, there was almost nothing that he had in common with the buffoon she knew. Attitude, behavior… it seemed almost impossible that this monster could have anything in common with that dork.
"Stupid, freckle faced dork. When I get my hands on him again, I'll serve up his little rodent and feed it to him through a straw." Ron swore loudly as he continued his work, an assortment of strange tools lay scattered about the room.
"Brought the rest of your stuff." Shego announced.
"And his girlfriend. Oooh, just give me five minutes in a locked room with her. I'll show her what a real man is like." Ron walked over to the tray, picking up one of the devices, not even bothering to acknowledge Shego as he returned to work.
"What's eating you?" Shego asked, happy to see him miserable for a change.
"I'll tell you what's eating me. My goody two shoes 'bro' throwing me through a glass window!" Ron shouted in seething rage.
"Wait a minute, you got your butt kicked…. by the dork?" Shego asked incredulously.
"Remind me again, and they'll be your last words." Ron shot Shego a venomous glance before turning back to the device.
"Wait, wait, wait a minute. We are talking about the buffoon here?" Shego decided to press her luck, determined to show this punk that just because he was the bad boy back home, he didn't run things around here.
"Loser. Looks like me. Dating the red head. Total dweeb. Yeah, it was him." Ron replied through gritted teeth.
"So, guess you'll be running home with your thumb in your mouth. Gee, what a shame. Be sure to forget to write." Shego smiled, waving mockingly.
"Oh I'm not going anywhere." Ron answered.
"Wait, what?" Shego paused.
"I'm not going to be satisfied till I throttle that twerp with my own hands. And if I'm going to do that, I'm going to need back up." Ron continued with a sinister grin.
"Back up? Hey wait a sec; this isn't what you said…." But Shego was cut off from continuing as Ron activated the newly modified Pan-Dimensional Vortex Inducer via remote. All over again, a familiar blue and white vortex appeared within the room over head, flickering brightly, illuminating the room in a shimmering glow, expanding ever outward from the center.
Shego tried to cover her eyes from the bright light needles stabbing outward, but she was still able to make out a slender outline, appearing from within the bright blue eye of the vortex, being deposited in to the room. The figure landed nimbly on her feet, perched down in perfect form. Almost immediately as she landed, the vortex began to dissipate, disappearing again with itself.
"Oh no." Shego spoke with a wide eyed look of terror.
"Oh baby." A wide grin crossed Ron's visage.
The figure brushed its wavy red hair to the side to reveal the face of Kim Possible. However, like the other Ron, this one too was dressed mostly in black, clad in tight leather pants and a light leather top that was small enough to be a sports bra.
"Dr. D is not going to like this."