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.

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Part XIX…

Drakken's mansion lair…

The said Toccata and Fugue in D Minor filling the air with its deliciously chilling notes…On massive organ in center of far wall of gigantic hall…

Drakken and Shego at bottom, happily playing side-by-side as the henchthugs watch, appreciatively.

You know, that's a hard piece for two, Walter noted to Barclay. But they pull it off.

To left of organ, the freezer system with metal cylinders containing first, Kim Possible, then test subject henchthug Sydney to her left. Who, as Drakken had explained to a puzzled Shego, had volunteered to be kept frozen as long as possible to test the system while his paycheck was deposited in the bank…Partially to let compound interest work its magic and leave him, should there be sufficient time, a billionaire…Partially to see, should the system and he endure long enough, if the world would go all Star Trekie over time.

And after all…Drakken had noted…No reason once we've ground all opposition to our despotic global rule under our iron heels, we can't try to make the world and the universe a nice place to live for our little girl.

Crashing finale…Applause…

"Thanks, folks…" Drakken beamed.

"See, I told you you could master the organ with a little practice." he noted to Shego.

"Yeah, whatever…" shrug…

God, we're so great together…At parenting, at music…She beamed as he went over to the tanks.

Ok, Evil world-conquest, generally not so good.

But looks like all we needed to be perfect there was to have our little girl...Though…I still can't quite drive this gnawing fear thing out of my mind.

Hmmn...

"Drew?" she looked over.

That gets sweeter every time she calls him that, Walter noted to Sally.

Yeah…Sally, sighing.

You could stop calling me, Ms. Prescott, Vader-boy, she eyed him sidelong.

"Yes?" Drakken, from the freezer instrument panel. "Everything's fine. Alls normal. Don't get all ominious again. "

"Great, great. I was just wondering if we could check on Kimmy?"

Hmmn? He stared at the control panel.

But I just…

Oh…Right…Our Kimmy…First night away from home...

"You know she spent the whole evening with Ronald…" Shego eyed him. "And Drone #36 over the Possible house hasn't picked her up yet, while Drones #11-32 have failed to locate her anywhere in town."

"Shego…" Drakken sighed. "She called before they went out and said they'd be going through the warehouses. The drones can't follow them, not without the buffoon boy catching sight of them. Don't worry, our Kimberly is a very level-headed Evil girl pretending to be a noble superheroine. And whatever else the sidekick is, as you yourself said, he's a nice boy."

"Uhnnn…I just wish she'd check in…It's 9pm and…"

"It's that late? She ought to have had plenty of time to pretend to search the dummy warehouses and find no trace of us." Drakken, nervously. "Perhaps we'll better go and have a looksee."

"Lets go. But…" Shego paused. "Of course we don't want to let her think we don't trust her. We don't wanna just go crashing through a roof and all."

"No? Uh, no, certainly…We'll be very discreet. She and her, I'm sure, merely platonic (or else, grim look) sidekick will never know we were there." Ok, alls well here, he nodded to Barclay… "Maintain stable sleep mode." He returned to stand by Shego at the organ.

"Platonic? Drew, they've been dating. I mean…Original has been. And so Kimmy has her memories."

"Oh…Really? The buffoon and Kim Possible?"

"For some time now…I told you that."

"Hmmn…Guess I was so busy I didn't catch it. She? Just…How nice is this 'nice boy', pray tell?"

"You've been fighting him for years and you don't know?"

"He shows up, makes some stupid remarks, stumbles into throwing a switch or dropping something that blows my nearly perfect plan and he and Kim go home…He kindly refraining from referring to the 'and kicks your green butt' part…I've never really had a conversation with him outside business sos I could form a real opinion of his character." Drakken frowned. "You know, maybe letting her go off with him tonight wasn't such a good idea at that. She is very young…And did you ever get round to…That conversation? The one we discussed?"

"I tole you…It was too soon…I just gave her a general bit about going slow with boys."

"I think you're evading it." he eyed her suspiciously. "When did your mother?"

Shego?...He blanched at the sudden tears…

Oh…

"Shego? Did I say something wrong?"

"No…It's just. Mom and I never had that particular conversation. There wasn't time."

"Shego?" he hesitated, anxious. "Shego?...Did your mother…?"

"She and Dad, that damned multicolored comet that gave my brothers and me our powers…" Shego, downcast.

"Shock wave…" she explained. "It totaled our old place…And Mummy and Daddy."

Oh…Drakken, startled…

"Oh, Shego. I never knew. Why didn't you ever tell me?" Drakken, shaking head.

"Long time ago." Shrug. " The boys sure got over it quick…" frowning glare. "Two weeks after the funeral they were all…'Whoa, lets go be superheroes and kick some supervillain butt'. Not a thought to Mom and Dad." Sad look down.

"Oh, sweetheart." Drakken patted her. "I wish you'd told me before about this. It would have explained so much."

Sob...

"There, there...There, there..." he patted. She suddenly hugging him. "She...My poor, poor She..."

"Lets retire to the henchquarters..." Sally hissed to Walter. "I think they need some private time. We can get the dinner dishes later. Tell the guys..."

"Hello, Kim…Were you on a mission after school?"

"Yeah…Hi…Ummn…" Potential eyed the waiting, smiling face. "Mom. Yeah, Ron and I had to check a few places. Nothing much."

"Well, I wish you'd call next time and let us know. Supper's in the refrigerator, just heat it in the microwave."

The microwave? Excuse me?

God, Dad would never let me eat microwave. It kills the flavor and does a number on nutrients.

Geesh…

"Thanks, I'm not really hungry right now. Later, maybe…"

Gotta get the guys to bring me something edible…I bet Dad cooked up something great tonight.

"Hey!" "Hey!" shouts from the living room. "Gimme the remote!" "Get lost!" "MOOMMMM!"

Ah, yes…My delightful twin brothers. How nice to be home with them again, back in the bosom of my genetic family. God…

"Boys!" Ms. Dr. Possible called.

Geesh…Show the brats a little discipline, Dr. P. They run around like little animals.

My mo…Evil stepmom…Would never tolerate that kind of behavior. Though I always know she…

Eh…

"I'm going up to my room, Mom!" she called.

"All right, Kim…"

"Hey, Kim…" Dr. Possible gave a brief wave as she passed his open study door.

"Hey…Dad…" she called.

Geesh. Like lets show our daughter how much we care, stiff.

My dad's as busy and preoccupied as you…Heck, more so since he runs an Evil empire as well as doing research…But he always has time for me.

"Hey, Kim!" the twins were out of the living room and charging at her. "Aren't you gonna watch TV?"

"Later…I got some things to do."

"But we wanna hear what happened today…Did ya find the sequencer?" "Is it really cool as it sounds?" "Did Drakken clone a dinosaur?" "Huh, Kim…Huh, huh..Huh?!"

"I said, later…" she frowned. "I'm busy. I'll see ya later."

"Kimmmm…" whine…

"LATER! STUPID DWEEBS!" harsh glare, raised arm…They backing away.

"Kim?" Ms. Dr. Possible was staring at her. "Kimberly?"

"Uh…" she blinked at the startled face…Then the boys, equally startled and rather frightened.

"Kim…? What are you doing?! Boys, go back to the living room."

"Sorry…I've had a long day." Potential, sheepishly. "Sorry, guys." Winsome smile.

"Kim?" Ms. Dr. P had come up to her, taking her hand. "What's the matter, honey? Was there a problem today at school?"

"Sorry…No, no problem at school. Well, maybe…Just a little thing with Bonnie."

"And nothing went wrong tonight? Kim?"

"No…It was fine."

"Boys…" Ms. Dr. P, not even turning round to eye the boys hanging by the living room door. "I said, go and watch TV."

Not bad…Potential eyed the sheepishly retreating twins. But my mo…EstepM…Would have them hoppin'.

Though with no question about her carin'…But she has a degree in child development.

"Kim…Obviously something's troubling you. Was there something with Ron, tonight?"

Oh, yeah…We really made out and I think…Oh, Mommie…

No, not yet…Go slow, Dad said. And I wanna be able to work on Ron a little to drag him down the dark road to Evil with me, if I can.

"I'm just worried about what's up here with Drakken's plans, Mom." she offered. "He's really got some kind of dark scheme going this time and I'm afraid…I may not be able to deal this time."

You bet she couldn't…Game over, Kimcickle.

"Oh, honey." sigh…Pulling her in for hug.

Mmmn…

Not as nice as dad's, though…Or mo…EStepM's….

"You've never lost before…Don't worry."

Always a first time, sweetie…Potential thought, slight sneer.

"Ok?" Ms. Dr. Potential released her.

"Yeah…Thanks, Mom." she nodded.

Now, how's about lettin' me go and call my real family…

"Kim? Tell the boys it's ok and you were just a little upset."

Grrr…Ok? I'd like to stew them in oil, the bratty lil'…

"Sure…" pasted smile. Nod.

"Boys?!" Ms. Dr. Possible called. "Kim wants to tell you something…"

"Hey." Potential eyed the reluctantly approaching twins eyeing her cautiously as she gave a sheepish smile from the stairs. "Sorry. I had a bad day. I'll come watch TV and tell you about what happened in a little while, ok?"

They eyed each other…Still a bit uncertain.

That was real anger in her look. Not ole mad sis losin' it…

Still…

"Boys…Kim's sorry. And you were pestering her. Now, what do you say?"

"Sorry…" "Sorry…"

"It's copacetic, guys." she nodded. "Thanks, Mom." she hugged a relieved Ms. Dr. Possible and continued up.

Well, at least now they have a little inkling of the new order round here…

And a good first step on my way down…