Where Did the Time Go? Chapter 46: Part XLVI, a kim possible fanfic

Where Did the Time Go? : Part XLVI

Darkness and light.

First the former, then the latter.

Then came the pain.

Somewhere she had heard that feeling pain meant you were alive. At that very moment she wanted to take that platitude and do something unmentionable with it involving whoever originally said it.

Pain just plain hurt!

Danika sat up, trying to sort out where she was and what she was doing. She was sitting on the ground and it was night out, though the place she was in seemed to be bathed in light. It was so bright she couldn't make out any of the stars in the sky. She straightened herself out and took stock of her situation.

Nothing was broken, just bruises, and from the feel of it, quite a few of those to boot. She would be sore for days to come, that much was certain. Then she checked her head, realizing only then that she was wearing her super-suit hood and mask.

It all came back to her in a rush.

Hoping she could get away from the robot before anyone else knew she was there, she had cut the cable, hoping to use the power of her suit and her own tumbling abilities to land on the roof just outside the hatch. What she hadn't figured on as she leaped away was the length of cable wrapped around her midsection. It nearly snapped her in half, sending her spinning away just as the mechanical beast cleared its entrance.

The only thing that saved her was the training she had done with the suit. Firing the defense shields, she bounced a couple times on the roof before falling the rest of the way to the ground. Either she had released the field too soon or it had become damaged since that final hit had knocked her cold.

Stupid damned newbie mistake. Kim wouldn't have forgotten the cable like that!

Reaching up she retracted the visor and pulled the hood off, if for no other reason than to feel the night air on her face. It was warmer than she expected, though the air was dry. The air itself smelled somehow…different than she was used to. That at least helped clear her head just a little better.

She was sore all over, and not only because of the fall. The suit wasn't a set of armor after all and it could only protect her so much. As she stretched she could feel some stinging that went beyond bruising, as if she had lacerations all over her upper torso and lower legs. At first that didn't make a lot of sense to her. The suit seemed perfectly intact. Then it hit her. The suit was intact because it had repaired itself. That didn't do a bitty bit of good for her flesh except for the fact it served to keep all her wounds covered.

Checking to make certain she was alone, she unzipped the front of the suit and gave herself a quick once-over. There didn't appear to be anything worse than just some simple shallow scratches and there was very little blood. The same proved true of her legs. It was uncomfortable and stung a little bit, but she was relatively none-the-worse for the wear.

That left her to try and make some sense of her situation.

Back at the dance, she sent Chad off to get them something to drink once she noticed the tall, muscular man sitting with Kim. At first she thought he must have been somebody's college age date. The way he was looking at Kim as they spoke made her think he might have been actually hitting on her. The confused and distraught expression on the older teen's face did much to confirm that, as did Ron's reaction.

Then she got a good look at the guy's face. Hour upon hour of studying Kim's files came back to her as she realized he was the younger of the two Spanish gentlemen she had tangled with over the last couple years.

What was a super-villain doing at the Prom, apparently hitting on his enemy, a girl who, by all descriptions, was the most unavailable female in the whole school, if not the Tri-City area?

All thoughts of the after-party and a little personal time with Chad were thrown out the window when Kim started shouting at the Spaniard and pointing at the door. Something was about to go down and it was not going to be pretty.

Not being pretty wasn't quite supposed to involve being dragged to some unknown location at supersonic speeds by a twenty foot tall red and black robot.

Trying to get her head around the sitch…sitch?...the situation she checked out the suit itself. It looked perfect to her but she had already learned better. That night Kim Possible almost caught her at the warehouse she later realized just how quickly the suit could burn up its power supply while performing its most impressive functions. The repeated use of the defense screens and the near constant use of the strength enhancements left it almost completely depleted. A few more minutes in the fight and she would have just been a semi-talented cheerleader in black tights.

She almost popped herself on the side of the head, thinking the better of it since it still hurt slightly. What was that cheer Kim had them doing before the squad shut down for the year? That annoying, incessant chant taken from a song played to death on the Mouse Ears channel…

…Get You Head in the Game.

That's precisely what she needed to do.

The power meter built into the wrist read forty five percent. The suit wasn't dead, but if she needed the force screens again she needed to find a way to power up. That might be less of a problem here than it was anywhere else she had used the suit. Everything around her was lit up like daytime.

At least she was inside the compound itself. There was a forty foot wall surrounding it, with motion detectors and security cameras and some kind of emplacements that looked like swivel mounted guns of some sort. If that weren't enough, the builders of this place had added good old fashioned concertina wire and guard towers.

Strangely enough, there didn't seem to be anyone in those towers. In fact, she couldn't see a single living person in the whole place. There was a large swimming pool outside what must have been the main dwelling, itself a gaudy combination of Modern and Faux Mediterranean.

The gigantic light bulb glowing like an artificial sun over the pool made her realize what she was looking at. She had read about Kim and Ron's adventures enough to know she was in the middle of the Senior Estate, though she was certain they had never been over the ocean. She couldn't have been on an island but all the other familiar features were there. The only thing missing were the two Seniors themselves, and one of them had been left back in Middleton.

Frantically trying to remember all the pertinent details of the compound, she raced across the open courtyard toward a utility building. Those gun emplacements on the wall must be the self-activating, motion-sensitive lasers. So far she hadn't seen anything that looked like a piranha filled moat but that should be pretty obvious. Since they were land-locked a speedboat grotto (wasn't grotto kind of an awful sounding word?) was out of the question.

Grinning as she found an American style power outlet, she wondered just what in the heck Spinning Tops of Doom were.

Kim struggled against her restraints while Senior was busy attending to his scheme. The large door at the end of the hanger-like structure did not lead outside, but into an area that had been hollowed out beneath the compound.

The coils around her body were just tight enough to immobilize her without cutting off their circulation. That gave her hope she would be able to squirm out of them somehow or another. She quickly realized the nicely shaped hips Ron liked looking at so much were not going to be of any help in her current sitch.

She stopped squirming completely when she heard something in her dress rip. It was one thing to tear the sleeves of her crop tops or snag the legs or pocket of her cargos on something during a mission. Her narrow waist and round hips kept her from ever completely losing her pants the way Ron always did.

It was quite another thing to realize she was not wearing all that much under her Prom dress and there was only one person in the world she might consider letting see.

Though he wasn't paying attention to them at the moment because he was busy with a complicated looking machine, Señor Senior Senior was most def NOT that person.

Then she realized that one person was also the owner of a nice tight, narrow muscular…she put that thought out of her mind for the time being. Head in the Game, Possible. The operative idea at the moment was the fact Ron really didn't have much in the way of hips.

"Ron." Kim whispered as she tried twisting around so she could see him.

"Yeah, KP."

She noticed the way he was looking at her. "What?"

"Um, Kim, you're not wearing…uh."

"What are you talking about, Ron?"

He nodded toward her. "Your zipper ripped a little in the middle and, well, it doesn't look like you're wearing…"

"Ron!" She tried keeping her voice down as much as she could. "Get your mind out of the gutter for a moment. Try squirming out of these coils."

"KP. This tux was expensive and Dad had to help pay for it."

"Don't worry about that, Ron. We'll get you another one some time. Right now we've got to get out of this sitch before…"

"You should not feel you should whisper on my account." Senior said right below them. "Go ahead, struggle against your bonds if it makes you feel better, though it would be quite a shame if you did spoil your lovely clothing. Ah, but I am being such a poor host, you cannot possibly be comfortable like that. Here, now that we are ready to begin, let me make things somewhat more relaxing for the two of you."

The arms came to life once more, depositing them in the cab of the strange vehicle. Just before they were shoved through the hatch, both had a really good look at the machine. They had seen one before and that time had involved Doctor Drakken as well.

Kim and Ron were dropped roughly into bucket seat as the arms snaked back out of the cab before being retracted into the dome-shaped main body of the crab walker. They didn't get the chance to bolt, as automatic manacles snapped around their ankles, locking them in place though their arms remained free.

Reaching behind her back, Kim found the several inches long rip in her dress. The zipper itself hadn't failed, but the material itself had actually ripped along side. She growled slightly, knowing there would be no good way of fixing that kind of damage. There was a better chance of making something wearable out of her old dress than this and even if it could be patched somehow, she would always know it was there, as if it were about to rip and show the world everything.

She was so not going to have a wardrobe malfunction if she could help it. There was also something very wise about her mother's usual insistence she wear certain articles of clothes, whether she needed the support or not.

"Would the two of you care for some refreshments?" Senior asked as he climbed in the cab. "I trust the two of you are comfortable. I decided to spring for the model with the lumbar supports, though I cannot quite figure out why a subterranean tunneling crawler has a moon roof." He pointed upwards at the glass window set above the driver's seat.

The gigantic conical drill bit started turning as they approached a large hole in the rock wall. "I am so glad the two of you could join me tonight." Senior said as they inched down the tunnel. "I was beginning to grow impatient. It took many months to create this tunnel but it is very nearly complete. Only a few more meters and I will be inside the warehouse. Then I will be gone before the Mexican Government or Global Justice is any wiser. They have been expecting me to make a more direct approach for some time, so while I am once again borrowing from a poor, misguided gentleman I happened to meet while I was in prison, I think this plan is most ingenious, would you not agree?"

"The only thing I agree to is that you're turning into one serious whack job, Senior. Just what in the world are you going to do with a couple thousand Diablos? The moment you try to activate them you're going to have every nation on this planet gunning for you." Ron said, trying to squeeze one of his feet through the restraints.

"Why, my dear boy? First of all they would have to know they are even gone." He turned around and grandly gestured at the open bed behind the cab. Crate after crate with Mexican Government markings sat there. "I have even gone to the trouble of having the little plastic toys duplicated, right down to a mock up of the technology contained within them. If they ever try to activate them their selves they will simply discover they have been destroyed by Global Justice's signal after all. However, by that time I will have smuggled these remaining active Diablos into key locations around the world and everyone will be forced to give into my demands to make me the ruler of not only Europe but everything."

"And what happens when the world is not enough?" Kim asked bitterly.

"One thing at a time, my dear, one thing at a time."

The grating sound reached her first. It made the whole compound tremble under her feet. Danika checked her power meter. She was up to ninety percent. That would have to do. Whatever was going to go down was already happening and somehow she knew that Kim and Ron would be in the middle of all of it. Flipping the hood up she set off in search of the sound.

She did not encounter another soul as she tried to find her way into the large building the robot had entered. It was easier than she first imagined. As she approached a double door with a strangely jagged seam it simply parted for her with a quiet whoosh. It closed behind her with the same audible report. There didn't seem to be an pneumatic controls and the doors at the mall were certainly quieter so she had no idea why it made so much noise, but that was shoved quickly to the back of her mind as she made her way deeper into the building.

Danika reached the main chamber just in time to see Kim and Ron deposited inside the driller. It turned down the dark tunnel, followed by five robots that resembled the one that brought them there, but were less than half as tall. Checking to make sure her remaining grappler cable was ready, she started after them.

She got about half way across the floor when several doors opened in the walls around her. Large black shapes emerged, ripping the concrete floor and destroying everything in their path. They looked like huge versions of children's toys, studded with grinding blades around their outer edges.

So that's what Spinning Tops of Doom were!