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 XX…

Dramatic Bondian action music for the entry of high tech equipment…

Drones swooping in…Laser sighting reading being taken. Various human and synthodroid henchthugs in in red tights swinging in through the darkness to take up positions in trees, behind fences, one raising head from garbage dumpster…

And on read out image…

Imaging Target: Kimberly II (Potential Drakken)

Drakken beaming at the readout…The new id added at Shego's smiling suggestion.

Location: Possible home, Middleton.

Threat Level: None (to us)

Status: Active ally (our little Kimmy)

Action: Protective surveillance. Scan for any potential threats.

"Drop drone #41 two inches, camera angle 25 degrees." Drakken told the control unit. The image shifting. "Magnify. Magnify. There, hold."

"Everything ok?" Shego, looking at image...Placing hand on his arm.

"There she is…" he tapped the screen.

"She ought to be in bed and asleep. She's had a long day." Shego frowned at the image... Kim Potential at her counterpart's vanity table, pulling out cell phone.

"Ah, there she is…" Drakken pulled his cell phone out. "Kimberly?"

"Hey, Kim…!" Shego hissed.

"Daddy? EstepM?"

"We're here, sweetie." Shego beamed.

Literally…

Though no need for her to know that…Wouldn't want to undermine her confidence.

"Is everything all right, Kimberly?" Drakken asked. "Did you infiltrate the Possible home without problems?"

"Copacetic, dad. They bought me lock, stock, and goody-goody."

"Excellent." Pause. "And…Uh…How did it go with…?"

"Ronald.." Shego hissed.

Right… "…Ronald? Did you have a nice time?"

"It was nice. He's funny. Can't say I care for his taste in pets…Urgh. And that goes for Kimmy as well as me…Though honestly, I don't know how she managed to put up with the little hairless thing. I get sick just thinking about him."

"He was…Nice?" Shego, a bit anxious.

"Ron? Oh, sure. He's a peach. Say, Dad…I got an idea at school. I'm thinking of getting him to run for student president. With me insuring the win and as power behind the throne."

"Really?" Drakken stared.

"Yeah…It's a great way to drag him down. You know, get the taste of power in his mouth."

That better be all that kid gets there….Shego, grimly.

"And I can let it be known I'm leading him on…Like Lady Macbeth in the play we read the other night after dinner?"

"Was that 'Macbeth' or the Chekov play, Shego? We did both this week for our play reading." Drakken turned to her.

"I'd say Shakespeare."

"Yes. Very good, sweetheart. But no one has any suspicions?" Drakken returned to the phone.

"Well school went fine. Ronnie, no problems. Mom and Pop the Stiffs Possible accepted me. I did blow up at my brothers, the dweeb twins when they got on my nerves…Mom Original got a bit freaked…But I made it up and I think it actually works as a starting point for the turn to…Is Walter around?"

"…the Dark Side." Walter intoned from his spot by Drakken. Shego grinning at him.

"Ay, Walt! Nice to hear your silky Evil voice again!" happy tone.

"How are you, Kimmy? We miss you." Walter called.

"A-Ok! Got 'em eating out of my Evil hands. So, uh Dad?"

"Honey?"

"Any chance you could send someone over with some grub? Ms. Dr. Mom Original here is trying to foist leftover ala microwave on me. Did you guys have something nice tonight?"

"Eehew." Drakken frowned. "Well, we had turkey and a very nice casserole of potatoes and truffles with raw veggies… I'll try, sweetheart."

"Don't let her eat too late." Shego noted. "It's not good for her."

"We'll have one of the droids go back right now. #531?" he addressed a waiting droid in red. "Return home and fetch Ms. Drakken some of the leftovers from tonight's dinner. Make it snappy."

"No…Wine." Shego, firmly. "Bring her some juice."

"Aww…" faint sigh on phone.

"Right, ma'am." #531 nodded and headed off.

"So? Aren't you guys home?" Potential had caught the order.

"Uh…No…" Drakken, carefully. "We're taking a little after dinner stroll."

"Like in my yard, Dad?" light tone. "I can see the laser sighting on the drones and two of the guys in our trees." Chuckle.

God, what a daddy…Beam.

"Just keeping a little surveillance, darling." Shego, hurriedly. "We just wanted to be sure the first night goes ok."

"Not that we have any doubts of you, Kimberly." Drakken added, equally hastily.

"It's ok, Dad. I'm glad you guys showed. But I think I got go patch things up for now with the dweebs. Don't wanna rush my descent into Evil, ya know? Oh and we got the semifinals in cheering tomorrow. I think I'll use it as my first big step Blueward. Be kinda glad to have an excuse to drop it, anyhow."

"Tell her we'll try and be there…" Shego hissed.

"That's fine, honey." he agreed. "We'll try and come to see if we can disguise ourselves…Well…You have a nice time with your brothers. We'll just hang for a bit until we're sure everything's ok and your dinner's here. Would you leave your window open? #531 will bring it in while you're downstairs."

"Sure…Thanks, Dad. Love ya."

"You too, sweetheart." Shego chiming in with Drakken.

"Don't take any chances tomorrow, ya know? I know you'll be there in spirit-like." Potential, anxiously. "Bye."

"Well…That's a relief." She sighed to Drakken. He nodding…

One always worries that first night they're away from home.

"I tole you the kid was a nice boy." she noted.

Fathers…She rolled her eyes at his sheepish look. Well…He shrugged. Won't apologize for caring about my little girl.

"Student President…Very clever." he mused, nodding.

"Chip off the ole scheming block…" Shego grinned.

Next afternoon…

Middleton High Stadium…The semifinals…

"I'm not your basic, average girl…I ain't here to save the world.." Potential hummed to herself, waving pompoms as the Middleton cheerleader squad awaited their call.

"Possible. I hope you got those routines down." Bonnie had come over, frowning. "You know we're counting on you, stupid as that is."

"No sweat, sistah…" Potential smiled…Arching pose.

Arrghh… Bonnie stomped off.

Well, at least she does always come through.

But what's with the attitude? Though, if she were such a thing as a friend of mine, I could possibly regard it as rather in…Were she not of the dweeb race.

"Kim?" Monique had followed over. "You are sure you're ready? I don't wanna put anything on you, like that snooty nosed Bonnie but…We really are countin' on you, sister."

"Copa…Cetic, girl." Potential waved.

"Hey, fellas…" she grinned at the passing football team…Marching by to provide support. She waved at several. "Make sure you guys show at my victory party." she called, gaily.

"Just projectin' a lil' confidence, bestie." she smiled at Monique's worried look.

This looks like hubris, Kimmy. Not always so good.

"Psst…Walter?" Drakken in suit…Orange makeup applied…Hat pulled too low for him to see, but using drone camera in hat to watch the field below. Better view this way, anyhow…He'd noted to Shego, beside him in dress, blonde wig…Large, somewhat 19th century hat, likewise pulled low.

Yeah, actually…She noted, eyeing her screen.

"Here, boss." Walter hissed back. He rather ordinary in appearance out of his henchsuit and in casual street clothes. A tall, thin thirties-ish type, a bit balding, with glasses and thin mustache. Sally, likewise in street clothes, a blouse and skirt, beside him. She a bit tall and thin herself, with dark hair, a bit angular but fairly ordinary in appearance. Synthodroids #531, 629, 5, and 114 on either side of them.

"Is everyone in position?"

"Barc and Syd are in the other bleachers…Droids 110, 9, 556, and 234 are with them. No problems so far."

"Excellent."

"I see her…" Shego pulled at his arm, pointing.

"Oh, yes…There she is, with the others. That's our girl." he waved, rising up. "Kimmy!"

"Careful." Shego hissed… "Don't attract attention. I'm sure she knows we're here."

"Right." he sat down, hastily. "Eh, just cheering on that famous little Kim Possible, world-saving cheerleading heroine!" he noted to several others in the bleachers about them.

"Eh, she's overrated…" One father of an opposing team member sneered. "She shouldn't even be here, it's not fair for them to…"

"What?!" Shego, furious. Eyeing him. Plasma bolt at the ready…

"Sweetheart…" Drakken, carefully…

"We've a daughter on the team…They're good friends. My wife gets a bit overeager about it." he explained hurriedly.

"You bet I do…So back off, pal." Shego, glaring. The receiving father nervously sitting back in his seat.

"Who's being careful now?" Drakken hissed.

"Sorry. Anyway good save, Drew." She patted him.

Did that lady turn green? The threatened father turned to his wife. "You shouldn't get so worked up…" she frowned.

"And now…Middleton's finest!" the loudspeaker blared.

"Ya! Go, Kim!" Ron called from his seat, waving.

The cheerleaders running out onto the field…Potential making up the rear…Moving rather casually…Languidly.

Bored…So bored… Her expression.

"Come on, Possible!" Bonnie urged, glaring.

"Yeah, yeah." languid wave…

Whoa. Monique stared.

Grrrrr…Bonnie frowned.

Huh? The rest of the squad blinked…As Potential began hopping round, shaking poms, arching body. Gyrating round, running to and up the goalposts…

Wow…Ron stared. That's new.

"Possible!" Bonnie howled.

Potential leaping and somersaulting repeatedly to suddenly land on the pyramid of cheerleaders and hopping off before they became unstable.

"What the heck is she…?" one Middleton parent near Shego muttered…

"Showing 'em how it's done." Shego, nodding to Drakken…Who nodded.

"Goooooo….Middleton!." Potential cried…Leaping again…Her cheerleading outfit dissolving to reveal her battle suit. She fired several bolts of energy into the air.

"Possible!" Bonnie shrieked…As Potential landed, bowing to the cheering crowd.

Gee…Ron pondered. How'd she manage to show her midriff with the suit on?

"That our girl!..." Shego cried, hopping up… "I mean…Our girls!" she cheered.

Drakken, standing with her, scanning the crowd as she hugged him. Hmmn?

Didn't Possible or his wife come? What the heck's the matter with them?

"Yeah…Call me or beep me…" Potential sang, waving to the cheering Middleton section of the crowd, hoisting the trophy cup…

"I'll be there!"

Right…

Several of the squad eyeing each other even as they raised victory fists.

The non-Middleton section of the crowd frowning, silent.

"Boy, Ruf…" Ron noted to Rufus. "I don't think the visiting teams' parents really appreciated Kim's using her non-cheerleading skills here.

Nuh-uh…Rufus nodded in agreement.

"Possible." Bonnie eyed her in the locker room. Coldly.

"As I tole you, Bun…No sweat. You're welcome." Potential beamed.

"You didn't follow the routines. Not even our standard ones…What was that hoppin' around out there?"

"We won, didn't we?" Potential shrugged. "I decided I didn't care for your loser moves and did what I always do…" rubbing nails against chest. "Pulled it out for you." She blew on her nails.

Hmmn…

Well…Gotta admire that attitude. Very much improvement. But, a challenge here, I'd say.

"Kim…It was a little…Much." Monique, carefully. "I mean, you didn't even let us participate."

"Sweetie…We won. Thanks to me. Who cares about the rest." Potential smiled.

"Some of the other kids' parents say you cheated, Kim." one of the other girls, Amelia, frowned. "What was that with that rocket suit thing?"

"I used a few props…Big deal." Airy wave.

"Well…Next time you pull that kind of stuff…" Bonnie began.

"Oh…Yeah…As to that…" Potential frowned… "I've been thinking…I've got other things I'd like to try…A lot of world-saving to do…A boyfriend to train…College to prep for. I kinda think…I've done all I can with you guys. Time for me to move on."

"Kim?" Monique stared.

"I'm not sayin' it wasn't fun carrying you guys to the championships…" Potential shrugged.

Carrying…? Various squad members glared…

"But it's starting to bore and it's time for a change…I'm thinking maybe…Science Club?"

"Science…Club?" Monique stared.

"Absolutely…" Bonnie sneered. "Just where you belong. If you'd hand over that trophy, we won't keep you from your entry to dweebsville."

"Uh-uh, sweetie." Potential pulled the cup away. "I won this one, as you say, all by my lonesome…And I'm keepin' her…All by my lonesome."

"Kim?" Monique, shocked.

"I'm tired of doing all the work and sharing the glory with you guys." Potential shook her head. "This time I'm taking what I earned. See ya in the losers circle next competition, Bunnie. Guys…" she smiled. Sauntering off and out the locker door, clutching trophy cup.

Gee, this is gonna look so good on Daddy's organ mantel back home…

All the squad open-mouthed…

"She…Meant…That…" Bonnie stared.

My…What is this strange mix of hatred and awe and gee, there goes my new hero…I'm feelin'…?