The Doctor and The Worst Villains
Summary: Seemingly falling to their deaths, Dr Drakken and Shego land in a bigger-on-the-inside spaceship.
11th Doctor pre-Pond's death but post-Pandorica
The Doctor Who/ Kim Possible crossover that no one asked for but I delivered anyway :)
One-shot
Dr Drakken scowled as he tried desperately to prevent his machine from blowing up at the expense of the buffoon while Possible fought Shego.
He was getting sick of Kim Possible and her annoying sidekick constantly ruining his plans. Honestly, he'd spent months and months working on his current world domination machine only for a teen girl, and her silly boyfriend and his naked mouse to come along and put a damper on things.
Was it too much to ask for them to just let him take over the world? Even a little bit? Sheesh. Teenagers, right?
Victory, however, would not come to him easily this time. He could sense it. That, and the fact that he could see plain as day that his machine was smoking heavily. Grey smoke billowed out of the top, and the beginnings of flames were peaking out of the bottom.
"God dam-" he began, fists clenched, eyes squeezed shut.
"Dr. D! Get down!"
His eyes flew open at the surprisingly alarmed voice of his sidekick, just in time to see her come flying at him. He grunted, the wind knocked out of him as she made contact with his torso and they both went flying.
They didn't stop. Flying, that is.
Drakken expected to meet the floor or the wall, or something solid, but instead they kept going. In fact, it was only Shego's screaming that alerted him to the danger he was quickly thrown into. Literally.
He saw his temporary lair getting smaller and smaller as they fell, and fear suddenly clawed at his chest, so he opened his own mouth to let out a scream when-
Splash!
Drakken's eyes squeezed shut as water appeared all around him. He waved his arms about madly, grappling for purchase or the ability to swim to the surface of the water, but it was only when someone grabbed his slender wrists that he broke it and he was able to breathe again.
He took in a deep breath, eyes flying open, and looked around wildly. What had just happened? One minute he was watching his machine go up in flames, then he was falling to his death, and then he'd fallen into water.
But there was no water around his lair! How-
"Shego!" He yelled, unable to do anything more.
"Ugh, I'm soaking wet," he heard Shego grumble behind him, "what do you want?"
Still in the water of what he belatedly realised was a pool in... somewhere, he turned around and saw Shego sitting on the side of the pool.
"Where are we? What happened? Are we dead?" The final question escaped him before he could stop it, but once it was out there, his eyes widened in fear. That must be it. They'd died falling to their death!
"What? No! Of course we're not dead, you moron!" Shego pulled a face.
"Then where are we?" Drakken asked then decided to pull himself out of the pool. It was an effort, his coat and his shoes weighing him down with the water absorbed into them, but he managed.
"I don't know," Shego admitted, "we were falling and then this... box appeared below us, and we fell into it and, well, here we are."
Drakken stared blankly at his sidekick who was squeezing water out of her hair. A box. A box had appeared out of nowhere and caught them.
"Yep, we're dead," Drakken decided.
"We're not dead, you buffoon!" Shego exclaimed with frustration.
Drakken slipped his shoes off and emptied the water from them onto the floor.
"She's right, you know."
Drakken startled, letting out an embarrassing yelp, and slipped behind Shego for protection. He peered over her shoulder to see a man in the doorway of the room. He hadn't even noticed the doorway, or perhaps there hadn't been one there until now.
The man was a little taller then Drakken and had pale skin. His chin was strikingly large, and his brown hair extremely floppy. His trousers were a touch too short, as were the sleeves of his tweed jacket. The odd outfit was topped off by a red bowtie and a fez atop his head.
The oddest thing to note about this young man was his eyes. Despite his youthful, childish appearance, the man's eyes were so old. And unrelentingly sad.
His thin lips quirked up into an amused smile as he stared at them.
"You're not dead," the man continued, gesturing at nothing with his hands, "at least, I don't think so. Though, I can't judge. That would be rude."
"We're not dead," Shego growled.
Drakken slowly pulled himself away from her and stepped beside her now that he knew they weren't in danger.
"Right, sorry," the man apologised, "anyway, welcome aboard the TARDIS. I hope you like it! I should think you do seeing as she just saved your lives."
"TARDIS?" Shego asked.
"She?" Drakken added.
"Yes, the TARDIS! My ship! You're standing in her," the man smiled then hopped on the spot.
Drakken noted an almost child-like excitement to the way he smiled, though the sadness in his eyes remained.
"Your... ship? As in, spaceship?" Shego asked with curiosity. Drakken was amazed. He'd never been able to capture her attention so easily when he spoke.
"Correctamundo!" The man confirmed.
"Are we in space?"
"Hovering above Earth."
"Wait, wait, wait!" Shego shook her head. "But this is a box. I saw it when we were falling! It was side ways, but it caught us and we landed in this pool! This isn't a ship. It's a box... But how did you fit an entire pool inside?"
"It's bigger on the inside!" The man exclaimed.
"Dimensional engineering?" Drakken guessed.
Suddenly the man's smile fell and he glared at Drakken.
"I like it when they say it's bigger on the inside," he told Drakken with a frown.
Drakken almost apologised profusely and would have done if not for the way Shego was snickering beside him.
Instead of apologising, he clenched his fists and glared at Shego with a pout.
He made a funny noise, one that he admitted sounded like a mix between a whine and a growl.
"Oh, how rude of me!" The man hit himself on the head with the palm of his hand, and Drakken's eyebrows rose. "We haven't been properly introduced! I'm the Doctor, and you are?"
"My name is Dr Drakken, and this is my sidekick Shego," Drakken folded his arms across his chest, doing his best to put on his most evil smirk.
"Right, okay," something flashed across the Doctor's face. It could have been confusion, and it could have been dislike. Either way, Drakken couldn't decipher it as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. "Let's get on with the tour, shall we?"
"Tour?"