Ok, chapter 2. Thanks to all who reviewed chapter 1, I'm glad you're excited about the story concept. A few more prison moments (and a bit more mush) and it's on to the breakout plan itself. Look for the following in later chapters: Awkward phrasing, double dealing, low-rent villains, lactose-intolerance, shower action, caged heat, someone nicknaming Shego a "sexy orc", and a Bruce Lee reference or two. I think you'll be pleased.
I don't get what is up with some of these FanFic writers, trying to squeeze all the humor and joy out of Kim Possible. The lightheartedness of it all is what makes it so great! Not to harsh on anyone, I've read some of the dark and gritty stuff, and it's been good writing, but it just didn't feel like KP to me. So, very much more joking around here. Bluetooth (the Pirate) style, yarr!
Now to the business. I don't own crap if you saw it on the TV.
2 – What Changed, Exactly?
"So then Rufus takes a chunk right out of his ankle!" Ron was nearing the climax of his recounting of the evening's events. The collected parents sat in silence through the entire tale thus far, barring an occasional "ooh" and "ah". "And sploosh, all his syntho-guts come a spillin' out everywhere, and he's all 'Noooooooooo!'" He did a reasonable impression of a man melting into his own shoes. Despite the emotional connection to the moment, Kim couldn't help but laugh quietly.
"So he falls right on the transmitter, and the electro-thingy hits home, and zappo! That's all she wrote for the Lil' Diablos."
"And then?" Mr. Dr. Possible had grown impatient with the world-saving part of the story. He wanted to hear the important bit.
Kim supplied her part. "We packed up Drakken, Shego, and the henchmen, and they got carted off by the police."
"And then?" All the voices in the room were focused on the real meat of the evening.
"Oh, and then we came back to town, gathered up our respective wardrobe changes,"
"We must have missed each other with all the confusion," Mrs. Dr. Possible chimed in, before being gently shushed by her husband.
"And we went back to the dance. Together." Kim took Ron by the hand.
Kim's father was a bit perturbed by the whole story. "So, that's it? Eric wasn't even human?"
"Not even a bit."
"And he melted into a puddle?"
"Mmm-hm."
"And you've decided to date Ronald?"
"We decided together. But, yes."
The whole assembled extended family sat quietly, as the news sunk in. The silence was broken by a pair of identical voices crying out in harmony. "Kim and Ron, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S…"
"Boys!" Their mother's interjection short-circuited their childish capering faster than a large soda spilled on a cooling grate. "You get back in bed this instant!"
"Aw, Mom!" Jim spoke first. "We just wanted to see…"
"Who won the bet!" Tim finished for him.
Ron wasn't sure what to make of that statement. "Bet?"
"Oops! I think we just…"
"Let the cat out of the bag!" The tweebs retreated back into the den.
The doctors Possible avoided their daughter's gaze. Her father whistled a nonsensical tune.
"Mom, Dad, what is this all about?"
"Listen, Kimmy, sweetheart, we really all saw this coming." Her mother adopted a sympathetic tone.
"It was fairly obvious, since that whole rigmarole with that emotion manipulating microchip, that Ronald really did want to be more than just your best friend." Kim's father did his best to downplay the fun he was having at his daughter's expense. "Not that I blame him. You're clearly way too good for him."
"Daddy! So not true!"
He continued undaunted. "His fear of change is what got in his way. So, your mother and I made a little wager. I thought Ronald would never make the first move, he'd wait for you to go to him."
"And I thought he'd soldier forward like a trooper in spite of himself," Kim's mother put in. "But this whole Eric thing… well, if you're okay, we're okay, right Jim?"
"Absotively, posilutely."
"So, what'd I win you, Mrs. Dr. P?" Ron looked rather proud of himself.
"Jim here has to take his boys for a week this summer, so I can have 'alone time.'"
"How can you be so passive about this, Ron?" Kim was deeply tweaked by the whole affair.
"I don't want the best day of my life brought down by a little familial discord."
Kim could feel the knot untying itself inside her. That wonderful boy. "You're right, sweetie. And such big words!"
"Yeah, I've been saving those." He turned to his own parents. "So, what about you two, any wagers settled tonight?"
"We're just thrilled, Ronald." Mr. Stoppable said without a hint of untruth.
"So, no flack about Kim not being Jewish?"
His mother waved her hand dismissively in his direction. "Have some faith in us, Ronald. I'll take 'female', quite frankly." She realized the full truth of what she had said just moments after, as five pairs of eyes fixed on her. "I mean, um…"
The conversation died after that. All involved blamed the slip on lack of sleep, and everyone shuffled off to bed.
Dinner at the GJ SCIDD-Mark I was a formal affair. All the gathered host of villains, in their matching suits, clustered around a massive dining table straight out of a Victorian mansion. All the inmates of the prison were present. Conversation was decidedly awkward.
Drakken chewed his roast pheasant with bitterness in his heart. His greatest scheme to date had been thwarted, and he couldn't even watch the aftermath on television. What was worse, none of the others would even believe how close he had come. "No, really! I almost did it this time!"
Duff Killigan would have none of it. He spat bits of haggis about the table as he spoke. "Oh, likely story, that. Wee toy robots almost handed ye the world." His Scots Gaelic brogue lifted into a mocking high-pitched squeal. "Oh, help me, Mum, it's gonna bite me ankles! Help!"
The rest of the guests had a good chuckle over this, even Shego. Okay, especially Shego.
"I agree," rang out the Teutonic tenor of Professor Dementor, "You could never make anything that worked on your own, you always resorted to TAKING MY THINGS!"
"Hey, that's not fair!" Doctor Drakken rose to his own defense.
"Yeah, he takes stuff from other people, too!" Shego just had to throw in one more mock.
Drakken was left to sulk over his meal. Just as he thought the laughter would overcome him, the far door of the dining room slid open, and two men entered the room.
"I still say this is all your fault, Father!" The younger man was in a foul mood, even for a prisoner.
"Now, Junior, it is clearly that Kim Possible's fault." His father's reassurances were bitter indeed. "Without her, we would be ruling the world, and not stuck in this low class prison like common millionaires." He turned his attention to the table. "Ah, new faces! How delightfully novel."
"Father, look! It is my old villainy instructor!" Señor Senior, Jr., helped himself to the empty seat across from his former teacher.
"Oy." Shego was clearly not looking forward to this reunion. "Hello, Junior. And you too, Senior." She stared down the table longingly at a large chocolate milkshake. She'd kill to have it at that moment. But without her medication, she couldn't risk it. Her intestines would revolt against her, spurred on by undigested milk sugar.
"Ah, Miss Shego. I see your clearly superior fundamentals were unable to keep you beyond the reach of the authorities." Señor Senior, Sr., stifled a chuckle. A true gentleman takes no joy at the suffering of a lady. "Ah, and this must be your current employer. Doctor, oh dear, the name escapes me, Dokken?"
"No, father, it is Dorgan."
"Drakken! Doctor Drakken!"
"No, that wasn't it."
"Nnngh!"
A silent figure swept through the Stoppable house. It was after midnight, and every other living soul had fallen asleep. The shadow made its way past the door to the guest room, and gently turned the knob to Ron's bedroom door. It opened without so much as a squeak. The shadow crept through the room, to the sleeping boy's bedside.
Ron was roused from sleep by movement next to him. He felt a weight shift on his mattress. He started, and turned to meet the intruder. His mind raced through all the possibilities: a vengeful Gill, monkey ninjas, burglars, maybe even broccoli, that treacherous veggie, always sneaking up on you…
"Shh! It's me." Kim hushed him gently, seated on the edge of his bed. She was dressed in sweatpants and a tee shirt, borrowed from his own wardrobe.
"Kim?" He whispered to her silhouette.
"Yeah, everyone else is asleep."
"So was I, actually. You spooked me a little."
"I thought I might, but it was worth the risk. I had to get out of that den; the tweebs are snoring in stereo."
Ron sat up, and made Kim some room. She slipped under the covers, and pulled herself close.
"This is, uh, nice." His voice was uneven and nervous, but he felt more comfortable with each passing second.
"It is. Real cozy." She wasn't quite relaxed, either.
Ron hesitated for a moment, but soon he began to gently stroke Kim's arm. "Y'know, Kim, I think I can really take to the whole 'boyfriend' thing."
"I think so, too. It means big changes, though."
"Like what?"
"Well, we'll have to do stuff together. Like the movies, dinner, travel…"
Ron cut her off. "We already do that, like, every day."
"I know, but doing stuff like that with your boyfriend is, well, different!"
"You're gonna have to explain that one, KP."
She thought about it. She knew there was a reason, some deep important thing that made a friend and boyfriend different, but she could not put her finger…
"I can't believe my own mom thought I was gay!" Ron changed the subject. His mother's statement had been circling in his mind for hours.
"Yeah, I have no clue how she could have – well…"
"Well, what?"
"There's the cooking thing."
"Most of the top chefs are men! Manly men!"
"There was that obsession with the O-Boyz…"
"Hey, they had real talent!"
"The dressing as a ballerina for Halloween…"
"I was being ironic."
"Not to mention the time you spent in my body. You really did enjoy the cheerleading outfit. What was it you said, 'The breeze is very refreshing'?"
"Hey, enjoying unrestricted access to a female body is every straight man's dream!"
Kim was a bit thrown by that one. "Wait, what did you do with my body?"
Ron had to backpedal. Damage control time! "You were watching me like a hawk, not to mention your dad! I never had a chance to try anything! Besides, are you telling me that you weren't even curious?" He raised a curious eyebrow, and flashed his most charming smile. It was just enough.
"Okay, maybe a little." Kim calmed back down, and settled back into his embrace. Then, after a few minutes had passed, her mind filled with a wicked, naughty idea. "So, do you want to try something now?"
There was no answer. Ron had fallen asleep. Kim was disappointed, but not for long. She settled into his chest, and soon her exhaustion overpowered her excitement.
His bed was nice. It had soft, clean linens, a good quality mattress, and a deep down pillow. But to Drakken, it felt like a pile of rusty nails. He tossed and turned, his mind consumed with the failure of a plan so carefully plotted out, and how it could go so wrong. He tried to let it go, but he couldn't.
It was all so perfect. How could it all have gone so wrong? I had her at my mercy! Was it the execution, the planning? Or that Syntho-drone. There must have been some flaw in his programming or appearance, something that stopped him from fully infiltrating her emotions.
Or Shego. Maybe Kim Possible really was smarter than she. Maybe it was her fault, she couldn't figure out the plan…
No, Possible didn't figure it out. We basically told it to her. We had her! We had everything! Ooh, next time Kim Possible…
Next time? Next time? Unless I can figure a way out of here, there won't be a next time. If only there was a way.
No, no one can just walk out of here, and if someone went missing, that insipid Will Du would hunt them down before they could escape. Besides, I have no clue where "Here" is. I just know it's colder than the north end of a southbound snowman!
Is it going to be roast pheasant every night? I don't think I could handle that; I'll just swell up like a balloon…
I've got to get out of here. Go where I want to go, do what I want to do…
That Kim Possible. She can go wherever she pleases, all she has to do is ask nicely, and BOOM! She's there. If only I could trade places with her…
No, not me. Someone with real skills. Someone like Shego! But how…
Drakken rolled back on his bed, and fell asleep. His dreams were filled with plots and plans. A seed had been planted in his mind. A dark seed that would grow into the weed of evil. And what kind of bitter fruit is borne by the weed of evil?
Really bitter, that's what kind! Yeah!
