Ya know, sometimes you just get tired of a good thing; that's what writer's block is. Been awhile, not that anybody's noticed or anything.
They sat around the cheap table in the dimly lit break room. Though she tried not to, Kim couldn't help but stare at her doppelganger. Everything about her was the same, from her physical features down to the way she sat, her legs cocked to the side, crossed at the ankles. And sidelong glances at Ron who tried to pretend he didn't notice her attention.
"So, um, Kim," he began, "What's your dimension like? Was there, like, a huge war or something?"
"I'd rather not talk about it," the visiting Kim said.
"Why not?" the local Kim asked. She got a slight glare in answer, and returned the same in kind.
"Hey, hey… now," Ron said sensing the tension between the two. "As much as it would turn me on, I don't want a cat fight between my fiancé and her twin."
"Ron!" Kim exclaimed turning to give him a sharp look then noticing his lopsided grin. She turned to herself, a contrite expression on her face. "Ack. Kim- boy that feels weird. Kim, I'm sorry I've been so random. This is just so strange."
"I know, I've been feeling…conflicted," her double replied. "About…"
"Ron and I? Did you feel the same way about- oh. I'm sorry…" Kim reached over and put her hand on her twin's shoulder as the girl began to tear up. With the tears eventually came sobs, and Kim hug herself tightly as the other Kim cried hard and long. Ron felt out of sorts, but reached over and put his hand on the back of her head and stroked her hair. It was what he'd done for Kim numerous times before, and it seemed the right thing to do. After all, this was Kim. Sort of.
Finally she sniffed and rubbed her eyes. Reddened, they looked back up at Kim and Ron as the couple withdrew and favored her with a joint sympathetic gaze. "It was Drakken," she began. "The night of the prom, I went with this…this bastard…" Her face contorted into a vicious grimace and she ground her fingers in her palm as she clenched her fists. "His name was Eric, at least I thought it was." The listening Kim scowled; she knew whom, or more accurately what, her look-alike was talking about.
"Punk pretty boy. I didn't trust him from the moment I set eyes on him," Ron said with a frown.
"And I was too wet to think straight," Kim added, eliciting an facial twitch from her fiancé.
"I know what you mean," the other Kim said. "It was a perfect night, you know? And going so good until Ron…" She wiped her eyes and steadied herself. "Until Ron barged in with some wild tale about Diablo-bots going on a rampage. I wanted to believe him, but Eric was incredulous. Like an idiot, I disregarded Ron and told him to beat it. That was it. Ron went off on me about how I was blowing him off for some pretty boy, and I lost my top. I told him to stop being jealous and making stuff up, that I'd never be more than friends with him anyhow." Kim winced at that; she realized the way Ron felt for her when they were tied up together in the Bueno Nacho headquarters, and how devastating it would have been to the alternate-Ron to hear that from her. She glanced at Ron and noticed that his face had paled slightly.
"As the night went on," she continued, "Eric was such a swell guy. That changed, fast. As we left, Drakken's goons grabbed us. Actually, just me really. Eric shook hands with them after he help them tie me up. It was the first time of many that I'd be unpleasantly surprised that night. By the time we arrived at BN headquarters, it was all over. Drakken's robots had swept the world. He made me watch as city after city fell to his minions. A day later it seemed that the world was conquered."
Then she smiled a little. "It was not to last. After the initial shock, NATO armed forces responded swiftly and violently. They traced Drakken's signal, and soon had him fighting a defensive battle to keep bombers away from Bueno Nacho HQ. Being closer to conquering the world than he ever had before and still losing cost him his sanity. He started to go a little crazy. Shego had slipped out shortly after the first bombing run managed to penetrate his defenses, and Ron had managed to slip in unseen amongst the chaos."
"It was the last straw. When he saw Ron coming to save me, Drakken lost it. He grabbed a gun from a dead henchman and shot him."
Within the huge fortress, Prince Wally strutted towards the research wing of his enormous palace flanked by four men each wearing the seal of Rodeghan. Not men really. Men were prone to weakness, or worse, morals. The House of Rodeghan had been all but eradicated after a bit of nastiness with them over the rulings of a long dead king. Of course, Wally didn't care much about the past, only that his cyborg guards were loyal beyond peer. They never complained about long hours or bringing him sweet young things from the surrounding city for him to have a bit of fun with.
Servants scraped and bowed as he passed, desperate to not be noticed by the unstable little man. He twisted his mustache and pretty much stared forward, occasionally glancing to see if there were any new and pretty maids, but mostly ignoring them. With a sweeping motion, he waved the guards stationed outside the laboratory aside. The scientists inside greeted him profusely, bowing and scraping. Now this was something he was used to, though the sincere appearance of their genuflecting should have been a warning. However, he wasn't terribly perceptive, and their genuine happiness simply didn't register.
The word was that his lordship, Emperor Wally the First and Most High, was interested in personally attempting to follow after Kim the Red. That was what she was called with some reverence. Kim Possible, as she had called herself, had suddenly appeared in the midst of a state dinner for the governors of the various continents. With her slender form and fierce auburn hair, she had instantly smote Lord Wally. He had tried to woo her by subtle means, but something had kept her distant to him. After a while she gained an understanding of the world the king ruled and how he governed. Immediately, she had formed a resistance group and almost swayed Princept Barkin, Commander of His Highness' Planetary Artillery to her side. Were it not for a cyborg assassin, they would have succeeded. As the person to come the closest to overthrowing the lineage of the House of Walls, Kim the Red was still thought of fondly in the week since her maddened dash through the country and subsequent escape into the ether by strange means.
Parts of her apparatus had been found and brought in a week ago. Though several researchers had been tortured and killed, the lab had barely begun to understand the workings of the device. With the aforementioned pressures, they worked feverishly to find its secrets and had been rewarded with a halting and intermittently functional gateway to where they assumed she had gone. Even now it sputtered and spat blue sparks every which way, occasionally igniting the carpeting.
"Well?" Lord Wally said, a raised eyebrow stating everything. A bearded scientist nodded and gestured towards to the jury-rigged portal, held together with various lengths of wire, rope, and wishful thinking. "It's about time."
"Simply step through my lord," the scientist said.
"And you will exit wherever Kim the R- er, Miss Possible did," another smaller and clean shaven man continued.
Lord Wally, who in a few moments would be forever known as Wally the Un-missed and various other less than flattering names, stepped into the blue glow that filled the aperture.