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 XVIII…
History class…Middleton High…
The class stared…
Miss Benson stared…
"So, like I say…" Kim noted. "While George Washington has his guys freezing their kaboddies off and losing battle after battle, Benedict Arnold tries to cut a deal that ends the war and gets us a few new rights under Brit law and amnesty for anyone smart enough to take the deal. Plus we'd've had the protection of the Royal Navy, the best on Earth back then, hello…Talking firepower…And if you like a fairer policy toward the Native Americans 'cause the Crown didn't want the colonies settling on Indian lands…And the slave trade was winding down and slavery ended in the Brit Empire in 1833. I say…Say what you will about him being a bad guy…The package deal he would've got wasn't that bad all around."
"Hmmn…Well…" Miss Benson, carefully. "Interesting points, Kimberly."
"Just saying…The supposed 'bad guy' isn't always the worst way to go in History. Now if ya take Napoleon…"
One of Daddy's favorite dudes…She beamed.
The bell rang. Rats…I was really starting to make a case for the other team, here.
Dad would be so pleased. Drakken-Lipskys…We know our bad boys' History.
"Perhaps tomorrow…" Miss Benton urged. "But thanks for your participation, Kim. Class dismissed."
"Going for class nerdlinger, Possible?" Bonnie teased as she passed. "Don't forget practice…I wanna see if you got those routines down, so don't hand us some 'Oh, I gotta go and save the world' stuff."
She eyed Potential's slight, benevolent smile.
Oh, yeah…I am so gonna like sliding down the path of Evil to where I can carve you into separate packages, girlfriend.
"What's with you, Possible? Brain freeze up?" Bonnie sneered.
Hmmn…Actually, by now…I'd say. Potential eyed the room clock.
"Just thinking about something nice…See you at practice, Bunnie."
Bonnie frowning but letting it slide.
Couldn't be…Possible being sarcastic? She doesn't have the equipment.
"Hey, Kim…" Monique had reached her as Bonnie sauntered off.
"'Bunnie'?..." she hissed. "You burn today, girl." Grin. "In class participation, too. Though I don't know if I quite go with your review of those guys. That Ben Arnold was a pretty rough guy in his time…And Genghis Khan"…I've heard a load of bad about that one."
"Just tryin' to be a little more objective…Offer a new perspective."
"You did that…Aren't you going to Study Hall?" Monique paused as Kim took a turn into the wrong hallway.
"In a bit. I've got to check in with Wade and see what's up. Catch up with ya later." Smile
And when I do, from now on it'll be "yes, ma'am?", loser. She waved as Monique headed off.
But that's cause we don't tolerate equals among the non-Drakken servile population…Not meaning anything racial, natch. Dad's totally opposed to all forms of discrimination. Everyone will bow to us, equally…Sneering leer.
Now…She pulled out Ron's communicator, moving down hallway. Lessee, new frequency…Hmmn?
"Kim?" Wade's face on screen.
"Hey, Wade…What's the sitch?"
"This is Ron's communicator, isn't it?"
"Lost mine in the warehouse we searched at lunch…I'm going back for it later. What's with the flipping frequencies, Wade?" she eyed the changing readings.
"I figured I'd better randomize the frequencies since Drakken seems to be locking on to them somehow." he explained.
"Great idea." she nodded.
Dad woulda done that right away, geek boy.
"So…You called, Wade?"
"Yeah…I managed to get a line on some of the reagents Drakken or whoever ordered. Definitely intended for mammalian cells."
"Hmmn…Maybe he's growing a wooly mammoth? Didn't I read something about them finding DNA samples in China? Maybe he figures a herd of them could make him ruler of the world?"
"I dunno…Wooly mammoths?" Wade shook his on screen head.
Right, belittle the female's opinion. And you guys call yourselves the "good guys". Dad would never belittle my opinion. Not his lil' Kimmy…
"Anything else?" As in, I bet not…Loser.
"So far nothing as to anyone selling the stolen museum pieces. There was a delivery of some chemicals to that warehouse near your school that could have been associated with the freezer unit taken from that military facility. But you didn't see anything there today?"
"Not a thing…Except Ron. " she shook her head. "Place was empty."
Not exactly a lie…I never went in. And it was empty last time I saw it.
"Ok…Are you going to try the others later?"
"After practice…I'll let you know if we find anything."
Which we won't…There being nothing in them.
"Right. See ya, Kim. Good luck."
"Right back at ya, Wade." she smiled. The image winking out.
Guy really needs to get out more. Walk off some of that kiddie chub.
Hmmn…Alternating frequencies…Gotta pass that on to Dad. Though, if I try to get through now, the little geek might lock on. Well, there's always the more primitive technology…She pulled out a cell phone.
"KImmy? Drew? I think it's Kim." Shego's voice…
"Hey, She…Put Daddy on, will ya?"
Nice to hear her voice…I'm already a little homesick. God, that's right…I gotta stay at the dump tonight.
"Kimberly?" Drakken's voice.
"Yo, pop!" eagerly. "Sorry to go the Stone Age route but that geek Wade's flippin' frequencies around and I was afraid to use the communicator. So? How'd it go? You're not in a van on the way to prison?" anxious tone.
"No, no…We won, sweetheart. Kim Possible is frozen solid. We're hoisting her out as I speak. Have a look."
"Wait a mo…Lemme get the video feed on this dinosaur." she fiddled with the keypad.
"I can't believe it." Drakken shook his head, tapping on the frozen cylinder of fluid around the equally frozen Kim Possible. Holding phone for Potential to view.
Though careful avoiding a clear view of Kim Possible's terrified face and clasped hands. Bit unnerving even for those of us hardened in years of Evil…Terrible for our Kimmy to see. She might have nightmares.
"Believe it, baby." Kim Potential leered at the screen. "Daddy, we done bagged one Kimmy Not Possibily…Ha, ha…"
"Shego? Isn't it wonderful?" Drakken turned to her.
"Yeah." Coolly. "The tops. Shall we wait for her to cut herself out or surrender right now?"
Oh…I know this is gonna end in tears. Mine and Drew's. I feel it.
"With that kind of emotional support I can see why you've been losing them all." Kim Potential frowned at the screen. "But you guys are ok, right? You do got her secure, Dad? She can't cut her way out or anything?"
"We've got her, honey. Don't worry. She's not going to be bothering you." Drakken, reassuring tone.
"Well…Don't take any chances, pop. Make sure you keep her on ice." Kim Potential told the phone. "EStepM? Make sure Dad doesn't take any chances with that twin of mine."
"No way, sweetie." Shego's voice.
"Ok…I gotta get to Study Hall before I buy myself some after-school detention."
"Right…Ok, boys…Pull her out and lower away!" Drakken called to the henchthugs who stood by controls. A cable attached to a round-top hook imbedded in the frozen fluid now lifted the cylinder of frozen fluid and swung it over a metal cylinder just a bit larger.
"One Kimsicle, to go!" Kim Potential called, merrily. "Bombs away, boys!"
The cylinder descended into the metal one and after settling down on the floor of the tank was released from the cable. The cable being raised, the roof of the tank sealed shut. "Very good, boys! Now fill 'er up." Drakken called. The tank filled immediately with freezing solution.
"And that…Is that." Kim Potential nodded, grinning. "Ok, Dad…Really gotta go. Great job, you guys! See ya later, love ya!" she started to close the phone.
Oops…Didn't mean to include all in that. Oh, well…What the hay.
"Daddy?"
"Kimberly?" Drakken eyed his phone.
"Do I really gotta stay at the…Eehew…Original's place tonight? Couldn't I say I got tied up all night at the warehouses? I miss you."
"Oh, Kimberly…We miss you too." Shego called.
Absolutely…The henchthugs noted.
"I think you'll have to, sweetheart." Drakken told the phone. "The Possibles might worry…But we'll check in as we can."
"O…K…" sigh. "Bye." She closed phone.
Might is right as to worrying…Those stiffs the Possibles never even call me…Us…When we're away on a mission.
"She's homesick." Drakken eyed Shego. "Poor thing."
Hmmn…Potential eyed the gym door. "Go Middleton!...To the Semifinals!" poster taped on it.
Right…Sigh…Time to join the few, the vapid, the cheerleaders.
Go, Middleton.
Rah.
Right. She pushed the door.
"Possible?" Bonnie with the other girls eyed her. "You're not in uniform and you're two minutes late."
"Really sorry, Bunnie." Potential put on winsomely innocent look. "I'm afraid I'll have to go. There is something up this afternoon. Really sorry, guys. But I'll be there for the semis, don't worry."
"Priorities, Possible!" an outraged Bonnie fumed. Partially at the snickers over "Bunnie"…But nah, can't be intentional… "This is about your school…Your team."
"I'm sorry, Bun…I really gotta go. Can't tell ya how bad I feel having to cut like this…" sigh.
Not…Heh.
"She'll make it up, Bunnie…Bonnie…" Monique cut in. "It's ok, Kim. We understand."
"You better have those routines, down, Possible!" Bonnie, annoyed. "Or we'll be rethinking our captaincy."
Yeah, yeah…Right. "Sorry, guys. See you at the semis." she went back out the door.
Well, wasn't that a special practice…Not?
First step on the road to Evil Kim…Accomplished…
I'd rather be in something sensible anyway…Say like, the Science Club?
Hmmn…She eyed the poster on the wall next to her…
Elections for Student President.
Hmmn? Not bad. Yeah, there's an afterschool activity that makes sense, confers a little real world responsibility. Yeah… Kim Possible for Student…Dictator.
Dad would be so proud.
"Kim?" Ron, carrying tuba. "Aren't you supposed to be in practice?"
"Eh, I blew it off…More important things to do with my time." she shrugged.
"Did Wade come up with something?"
"Hmmn? Uh, yeah. He wants us to check the other warehouses, soon as we can. So…I figured that was more important. World saving beats cheerleading, right?"
"I guess…But aren't the semifinals coming up?"
"Ronnie…" smile. "If the day ever comes I can't win the semifinals while saving the world without time for practice, call me Kim Lack Possibilities."
"Well…I guess you know best on this priorities stuff." he nodded.
"That's my boy." she beamed.
"Say, Student Elections…" he eyed the poster she was staring at when he'd seen her. "Are you by any chance…?"
"You never know…Might be time I exercised my executive abilities."
"But…" he paused. "You're a superheroine. Superheroes never get mixed up in politics."
"That's in comic books, Ron." she frowned. "I rather think our class could use some guidance…And order…"
"But…Everyone knows the elections are always won by one of our three political students…" he noted…
"Anna Eleanor Roosevelt Kennedy…" he pointed to a poster of a young Eleanor Roosevelt, smiling with slightly bucked teeth.
"John Kennedy Junior Roosevelt…" he nodded at the beaming poster of a young John F. Kennedy, smiling broadly.
"Or…Dwight D Eisenhower Nixon Taft." nod to poster of a frowning young Richard Nixon.
"Though he's always lost…"
"Maybe it's time for new blood." she noted.
Or to spill the blood of these losers…She eyed the posters.
"How would you ever have the time?" he shook his head… Rufus emerging, shaking head likewise.
OH…Bwwhr…She desperately held it in. Fortunately having lost nearly all of it earlier, she managed.
I can deal…Just gotta get used to the little…It. Possible did…So can I…She avoided looking at Rufus.
Hmmn…Point there, boyfriend. Might be hard to tyrannize our class, besmirch my original's rep, conquer the world, maybe deal with a last foe or two…Say like Dad's competition…Grrr…Professor D., You are so dead…And keep my boyfriend in line.
Hmmn…You know…There's nothing like politics to corrupt even the purest of nice guys. Especially with a vicious, scheming Evil partner running the show behind him.
"Well, you could be right, Ron." she noted. "But, maybe it's time you put a step forward…A hat in the ring…You've got that certain something they call Charisma. And a passion for reform…And order."
"I do?" he stared.
He do? Rufus stared.
"Oh, yeah…And with a little help and advice from your honey, namely me…" she beamed.
Oh…Can't…She eyed the molerat, currently shaking its head…Oh, yuck…
No, can't see it…Rufus sighed.
Bwwwwhhh…
"Kim? I really think you better see the nurse about that." Ron shook his head. A concerned Rufus nodding in agreement.