Kim Potential…

Summary: A desperate Dr. Drakken has sensibly reviewed his Files of Past Plots to find the most effective weapon yet used on KP and improve it with unexpected results. Ron and company find they have a new partner.

Disclaimer: No infringement intended.

Part XVII…

So…This is my high school. Kim Potential stared at the building before her, a few fellow students entering the front door.

Yep, same ole dump I remember.

"Kim?" Ron eyed her. "Are you feeling better? Maybe you should go to the nurse?"

"Huh? Oh, no…I'm ok."

Or, am I? Lets see…Thursday, Thursday…History, Study Hall, French, and God, cheerleading practice.

Yeah, makin' a fool of myself jumpin' around leading a bunch of self-important princess types to praise a bunch of dunderheads playin' a stupid game I've never liked…

Hmmn…Well, Dad did say to be as Kimmy as Possible…Hee, good one, dad…Today and for the first few. And dear ole Kimmy wouldn't cut class unless she were really heaving her guts out for a legit reason.

"I'll be fine…But it's sweet of you to be worried, Ron." she beamed.

"Kim?" he jumped a bit, startled by her sudden hug and kiss.

"That's for being so sweet I could eat you up…"

And spit your good side out…

Though lets remember bucko…You're mine. And Evil takes commitment seriously.

That's why Evil marriages are so long-lasting…When we commit, it's a total union, a complete partnership of harmonious views forged over desperate encounters with our foes…Like Dad and Mo…EStepM.

"We'd better hurry if we're gonna make class…I have to get my tuba," he noted.

Tuba? Oh, right, Dad mentioned that…

Take an interest…A good girlfriend does that…

Besides, Dad encourages an interest in music. He was a little startled that Kimmy's parents never exposed her to much classical.

But then, we of the Evil side do tend toward the classical…That dramatic touch, so appropriate to a battle, or the Speech…

"How's that goin', tubawise? Are you getting it?"

"Not bad…Not bad…" he nodded, rather pleased at her sincere interest. "I'm starting to get a good sound out of her. I was able to get most of 'Home on the Range' last class."

"Well, you'll hafta do me a concert sometime soon." she smiled.

"Sure…But you don't hafta say you like it, you know. "

"I'll be honest, Ron…" sincere smile.

Ehhhh…We'll see.

"I'm actually gonna try to get into a little more music myself. I think I'd like to broaden my musical horizons beyond pop."

Pop…Please…We Drakken/Lipskys have a little more taste than that, even if I can't help liking most of what Kimmy likes. I mean, God, the kid had never even heard Toccata and Fugue in D Minor outside a horror movie till Daddy played it the other night at the new lair…And it's a classic…So delightfully evil and beautifully chilling on the organ.

"Really? That's nice, Kim. Good for you." Ron beamed. "I think everybody should try to sample a little music outside their comfort zone."

"Maybe sometime we could do a concert? Middleton Symphony has student rush seats," she noted.

"Sure…" he nodded eagerly. "Well, I gotta run. Do you want to get together before or after cheerleading to decide which warehouse we hit next? I could try and check one on my own while you're at practice. Oh, and what about finding the Kimmunicator, and the interference?"

"Lets deal later…I'll see you before cheerleading. Ron?" she pouted.

"Huh?"

"No hug? No kiss?"

Uh…

"Come on, show me I got a boyfriend…" she smiled. "You're sweet to take it slow, but I shouldn't always hafta take the initiative."

Uh… "Well…" He eyed her as she inclined a cheek his way, opening arms.

He nervously pecked cheek, gave quick hug.

"That's my boy," she beamed.

MY BOY. Lets remember that.

"Have a good one!" she called, hurrying off.

Wow. Ron blinked. Rufus, emerging, eyed him.

"She is really having a good day, Ruf…" he noted. Smiling.

"She's ok in there?" Shego eyed Drakken as he consulted with Barclay at the freezer tank control and monitoring panels.

"Oh, yeah. Perfectly stable. We'll be pulling her cylinder out for transport to the lair in just a mo…Barclay?" he indicated the public address system, taking microphone.

"People…Friends…Colleagues…Let me have your attention a mo? My heartiest congratulations on a job well done! Phase one, acquisition of materials went perfectly…Phase two, well, we all know how much we love our new Kimmy…" Pause as clapping and cries "Eh, Kimmy!" were heard. "Phase three, capture of our original foe, now a triumphant success!" More respectful applause, though not much of the hooting one might expect.

"Though, lets show our old foe a little respect…A moment of silence, please."

All silent, heads bowed. Shego a bit down, though pleased.

Nice, Drew…A touch of real class.

"Thanks, guys. I'm sure even in her frozen state, Kimberly appreciated it. Now, onto phase four, the slow descent of Kim Possible to Evil! And to a partnership with us, her worst foe."

Applause…

I meant Evilwise, worst…Did that come off as, worst in terms of competence? he hissed to Shego, setting down the microphone.

"Greatest might be more appropriate, next time." she noted.

"You can have a looksee before removal now, doc." Barclay had come over.

"Yeah, let me see." Shego turned toward the tank. "She's ok, right?"

"Oh…Fine…" Barclay, a bit hesitant. Er, boss…He eyed Drakken, slight sideways glance.

"Barclay?" Drakken, aside. As Shego stepped to the tank's closed viewport.

"Don't let her look right now." Barclay sighed. "I don't think it's a good idea."

Drakken stared at the hulking, somber henchthug. "Barclay? She really is ok, isn't she?"

"Yeah, but…Boss…It's not a good idea…I had a look by internal camera." Sigh.

"Shego?...She, a mo…" Drakken hurriedly turned.

"Yeah?"

"Maybe you should check on Kimmy. Drone #46 should be in position over the school. And she may have her communicator reset to the right frequency by now. We'll get Possible ready for transport."

"Ok…But I do wanna see that she's alright." Shego insisted.

"Of course…Soon as we haul her transport cylinder out."

"This way, ma'am…" Barclay gently urged, leading…

Hmmn…Shrug…She stepped back and went off with Barclay.

Ok…Drakken hissed to the remaining henchthugs at the controls… "Open her up and lets see…Oh…" he blanched…

"OH!..." a suspicious Shego had slipped back, eluding Barclay…Running to the open tank window…

"Drew!" she shrieked…Staring at the frozen figure…

Kim Possible, a desperate, wide-eyed, terrified, appealing expression…Frozen hands clasped in mute appeal for mercy.

"She's alright…She's fine…Oh, She…I didn't mean for her to be so frightened. I thought she'd freeze instantaneously."

Shego touching the open window…Closing eyes… "Oh…Kim…I'm sorry…" she whispered.

"It'll be fine…She, we couldn't leave her roaming about with our Kim. There can't be two Kim Possibles free, without a confrontation, you know. And this way, our Kim is safe. Cause it would have been a fight to the finish, you know that."

Shego, trembling…

Oh…This will not go well…And it's not going to be a fun, silly little ending with maybe a little prison for us this time. Oh, we have really gone over the edge this time…

And it won't be we who suffer directly…Somehow, I know it…

He put a hand on her shoulder…She calmed, nodding…He signaling for the window to be closed.

"You know…I'm thinking…It really isn't much of a triumph to gloat only every decade," he noted. "Maybe we could thaw her once a year…Have our Kim over to watch her and let them hang out a bit, under guard. That way we could be sure she's fine."

"Yeah…" nod.

"In fact…I'm thinking, once we finish the conquest of Earth…And everyone's turned against her…There's no reason we couldn't bring her out. Maybe do a little electroshock induced amnesia? By then Possible and his wife will have been convinced Kim has rejected them for us and Evil and they'll either be in one of our labor camps or have migrated to the Moon to escape our despotic rule. We could tell her she's Kimmy twin sis, Sim or something. Maybe even re-educate her to the ranks of Evil with her sis, avoiding the whole confrontation thing." He noted, encouragingly.

"Kimmy would like a sister, I'm sure of it." Shego nodded.

"Well, she has one. But even if Kim Original can't be turned…If she thinks she's our other daughter, we can get her into some profession where she'll never suspect she's a superheroine and try to oppose us."

"Teaching, maybe…?" Shego suggested, hopefully.

"I think she'd like that. As soon as we get our Kim well established on the 'Kim goes Evil' path, I'll put all the boys on the amnesia study. And I'm sure the girls will get on that way, even if they take different career paths."

"Ok…" nod… "Oh…Poor thing…" she sighed at the now closed tank.

"She's absolutely fine, I promise you, She…Dear." Drakken patted her hands.