Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible. It belongs to Disney and its creators. If it was in the show, I don't own it. Any songs mentioned are the property of their respective owners and artists. I am not doing this for compensation, simply for enjoyment and practice.

Claimer: Krista Ruthie Stoppable is my OC. If you want to use her, please ask. Krysta-L (aka Krystal) was created by StormChaser90 and used with permission. If you want to use her, please contact him for permission.

After All This Time: Revenge

Chapter 6

Several Hours Later

Remains of HenchCo Training Facility

Red and blue lights pierced the otherwise dark night. First responders milled around, some picking away at the wreckage, others dousing what remained of a fire in the facility. An armored truck pulled up to the ruins, uniformed agents spilling out. A woman with short brown hair and an eyepatch over one eye exited the passenger side. Arms clasped behind her back, she surveyed the damage. The stench of smoke and burnt flesh made her wrinkle her nose in disgust.

A police officer approached her, irritated at the newcomers. "No press until the crime scene has been cleared."

Dr. Betty Director turned towards the man and eyed him up and down, unimpressed. "We aren't with the media. Now if you'll excuse me, this is my crime scene now." She walked away, leaving the baffled police officer to look after her.

Dr. Director made her way throughout the damaged facility. Several of her agents were photographing key pieces of evidence. Just as she turned a corner, her best agent, Will Du, approached.

"Dr. Director." Will saluted. "You're going to want to see this." She followed her subordinate through the maze of damage. Du stopped near a fallen support beam, where a slew of Global Justice medics congregated in a tight circle. The group parted, and shock settled on Dr. Director's face.

"Fukushima." Her eyes narrowed with contempt at the traitorous ninja. Yes, Global Justice knew about the Yamanouchi School. They were informed of many of the world's best-kept secrets. Fukushima was trapped under the support beam, his face contorted into an expression of sheer agony. The medics had already strapped a neck brace on him, but had yet to administer any painkillers.

"Dr. Director," Fukushima gritted out through clenched teeth.

The leader of GJ knelt down in front of the convict. "I suppose you don't feel like telling us exactly how you ended up in this predicament?"

Fukushima took several shallow breaths, the pain nearly unbearable. "I'll tell you… whatever… you want. I… have no duty… to the… Imposter… anymore."

A medic tapped Director on the shoulder. She leaned close as the medic whispered, "A preliminary scan of his condition shows that his spine is broken in the exact place to cause maximum damage but not death. He'll likely never walk again."

This intrigued her. Who had the skills and knowledge to inflict that kind of injury? Certainly someone with a grudge against the ninja. "Give me the timeline of what went down here tonight."

It took several minutes for Fukushima to relay the details. The pain made it difficult to speak. Finally, though, a medic administered a strong painkiller, allowing the ex-trainer to relax.

Dr. Director's mind was reeling with all the information. What had become sufficiently clear through Fukushima's story, as well as through the investigation of her team, was that the Moores had escaped. There was no trace of them in the facility, and the only bodies to be found were those of scientists, researchers, and the occasional unfortunate guard.

"So how did this Prototype-L escape without transport of her own?" Dr. Director asked as Fukushima was being loaded gingerly onto a stretcher.

The ninja stared for a moment at the agent, the effects of the painkiller quickly taking over. His words were slurred as he spoke. "She made a deal with Dr. Drakken and Shego. They cure her, she'll work for them."

A stone of dread dropped into the director's stomach. If this bioweapon was half as strong as the damage she was seeing made her think, and if she was truly working with Drakken and Shego now… the consequences made her shudder.

Just before he was wheeled away, Fukushima made eye contact once again. "That thing has the mind of a soldier and the personality of a cold-blooded killer. She doesn't have a decent bone in her body. We trained her that way. You should be scared." GJ's leader was left standing amongst the damage, pondering the warning.

"Agent Du!" Dr. Director snapped. "Get me the Stoppables on the phone ASAP."

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Stoppable Home, Middleton, Colorado

It wasn't easy getting Krista admitted to the psychiatric ICU. Just the sight of the hospital was enough to send her spiraling into a panic attack. Despite all their reassurances, Kim and Ron had been unable to calm her, and she had needed to be sedated.

Even though her room did not resemble a typical hospital room, Krista struggled with her treatment. It didn't matter that she had a normal, comfortable bed, access to toys, or her own TV. She was surrounded by unfamiliar people – doctors and nurses that brought horrible memories to the forefront. Her parents took turns staying the night with her. She attended therapy sessions several times a day.

But she wasn't getting better. She was only getting worse.

Nightmares ripped her from sleep several times a night. She was terrified of being alone. The less she heard about the Moores' escape, the more her mind was able to wander to terrible conclusions. No news was bad news. No news meant that they hadn't been caught yet. No news meant that they could be coming for her at any minute.

It was Krista's third night at the hospital, and Kim's turn at home. Though she hated leaving her daughter's side, she also knew she needed rest of her own. It was early morning when her Kimmunicator beeped, waking her from her sleep. Thinking it could be an update on the Moores' location, Kim jumped on it.

"Go Wa—Dr. Director?" she asked.

The Global Justice agent didn't smile in greeting. "Sorry to disturb you, Kim, but we have some bad news."

Kim's stomach churned. "What kind of bad news?"

"We were called to a situation at a facility in the middle of nowhere. Upon further investigation, the facility appeared to be one of Jack Hench's training warehouses. The place was completely destroyed. There were several casualties, but we did find one survivor."

"Who?"

"Fukushima."

It took a moment for the name to register in Kim's brain. "Hold up – Fukushima? As in Yamanouchi traitor Fukushima?"

"One and the same. He was severely injured and transported to our secure facility for treatment and containment, but not before he told us what happened."

Kim listened intently as Dr. Director relayed Fukushima's information. The Moores had been planning to auction off Prototype-L (an age-advanced clone, as it turned out, of her daughter) to the highest bidder. The demonstration of her abilities went wrong, an error in her system causing her organs to slowly deteriorate. Enraged at the knowledge that her creators were planning to let her die and start anew, she went on a rampage, killing most of the research team, destroying the facility, and severely disabling her trainer – Fukushima. The Moores had escaped, and no one knows where they went.

"So where did Prototype-L go? How did she escape?" Kim asked.

Dr. Director averted her gaze nervously. She swallowed before meeting Kim's eye again. "That's the really bad part… Kim, she joined forces with Dr. Drakken and Shego."

Kim felt as if a truck had slammed into her. No. This is bad. This is so, so bad.

"A weapon of that caliber in their hands…"

"I know. I have my best agents searching for them round the clock. We will find them."

A thought suddenly struck Kim, paralyzing her with fear. "Director, what if they go after Krista?"

"We won't let that happen. I'll send agents to reinforce the security at the hospital. We'll make sure she stays safe."

Kim made plans to go to GJ headquarters in a few days for a full debrief on the situation. When she hung up with Dr. Director, she lay awake for a long time, thinking about a mission from a few years ago…

Flashback

Kim and Ron were engaged in a fight with a group of Drakken's henchmen. It hadn't taken long for the villains to discover their presence. They had been much too loud and not nearly as stealthy as they usually were. It was their first mission without Rufus, and they were off their game. They hadn't realized how much they relied on the little guy until he was no longer around to help them out. Ron could barely function without his best friend. They usually worked together to form a distraction, but now… Now he had to do it alone.

Drakken had once again stolen the Attitudinator. His plan was to use it on Team Possible. He had made some major adjustments to the device and was already firing it at the distracted duo. Finally, the henchmen were dealt with, and Kim and Ron could focus all their efforts on getting the Attitudinator. The pair advanced on Drakken, but were intercepted by Shego.

"Not so fast, Kimmie." The villainess ignited her radioactive claws, stepping into a battle stance.

"Ron, get the Attitudinator!" Kim commanded as she began her face-off with Shego. Ron continued advancing towards the mad scientist, unsure of what he would do once he got close. He zig-zagged as he ran, dodging blasts from the device. He decided last minute to slide on the floor, kicking Drakken's legs out from under him. Drakken toppled, the Attitudinator rolling away from him.

"You buffoon!" Drakken yelled as he scrambled to stand.

Meanwhile, Kim was having a tough time keeping up in the fight. She was distracted, wishing Rufus were here to help, which caused Shego to land several blows she normally woulnd't have had a problem blocking.

"Someone's in la la land," Shego mocked, landing a blow to Kim's midsection. Kim stumbled back, catching her breath, ignoring Shego's comment.

Drakken and Ron both dove for the Attitudinator, pulling it back and forth between them.

"Where's your little weasel thing?" Drakken asked in an attempt to distract the blonde.

The comment made Ron pause, his eyes watering. "Rufus is gone."

Drakken stopped too, almost feeling sorry for the boy. A moment later, though, he resumed yanking the device, attempting to wrench it out of Ron's grasp.

Kim's wrist Kimmunicator beeped as she continued on the defensive, Wade appearing on the screen.

"Kim! Global Justice should be there any minute!" the super-genius said.

Shego heard the announcement, too, and furrowed her brow. She had no intention of going to jail… again. She executed a well-aimed kick, sending Kim flying across the room, at the same time Drakken managed to push Ron away from the Attitudinator. Shego sprinted towards her boss, pressing a button on her own wrist. An escape hatch opened in the ceiling, a rope ladder lowering towards the villains.

"Let's go Dr. D!" Shego yelled, grabbing the mad scientist by the collar towards their escape.

Kim regained her bearings, her eyes sweeping to the escaping villains. Thinking quickly, she aimed and fired her grappling hook in an attempt the rip the Attitudinator from their grasp.

It was a bad decision.

The grabbling hook lodged into the helmet, sparks of electricity flying out at the point of impact. A moment later there was a bright red flash as the device exploded. Kim and Ron covered their eyes, the light too bright. A low, maniacal laugh resounded through the room, causing the heroes to look back at the villains. Though their clothing was slightly charred and torn from the explosion, they seemed unharmed. A red glow was beginning to dissipate from around them. Drakken was looking back at Team Possible, and the look in his eyes caused them to freeze.

It was a look devoid of emotion… the look of a true psychopath.

The mad scientist laughed again, the sound sending shivers down the heroes' spines. "Oh, Kimberly Ann. You have no idea what you have just done."

The sound of a door splintering distracted the duo from the villains. A swarm of GJ agents entered, armed and alert. Drakken and Shego continued their sprint towards their escape, leaving the remains of the Attitudinator behind.

"Freeze!" one agent commanded as he aimed his weapon at the villains.

A sinister smile spread across Shego's face. Her hands flared brighter than they ever have with energy. Before anyone could react, several green blasts nailed GJ agents right in the chest. A few screamed. Several fell unconscious. Kim and Ron looked back at the retreating forms of Drakken and Shego as they ascended to their escape, their mouths agape. Shego had never before been that lethal or direct with her attacks.

"Farewell, Kim Possible. I can assure you, we will meet again," Drakken called from his perch above them.

More GJ agents entered the lair, a few tending to their injured comrades. Kim and Ron made their way towards the remains of the Attitudinator. They knelt in silence for a moment, unsure what to make of the situation.

Kim examined one of the pieces. "Drakken said he wired it to only remove the good. No reversing."

The gravity of the situation began to sink in as Kim and Ron realized what that meant.

"Ron… what did we just do?"

End Flashback

It had been years since they heard anything about Drakken and Shego. At first, Kim thought that maybe she had been wrong – maybe they did still have some good in them. But the news from Dr. Director confirmed her worst fear.

Dr. Drakken and Shego were still in the game, and they were planning something horrible.

A/N: To explain a bit here – yes, Drakken and Shego are now completely evil. The Attitudinator was wired to completely remove only the good from a person's personality. Therefore, the good side of the villains was completely erased, leaving only evil behind. Sorry if you don't agree with this story choice, but I thought it fit best with the development of my plot. There will be some OOC moments from the villains going forward, as the small amount of good they had previously possessed is now wiped out completely. Thanks for reading, and look for the next chapter coming soon.