So Merry Christmas, I think that's about the nicest thing I can say to anyone so I'll say it again; Merry Christmas. I hope everyone is having a good holiday, but won't be freaked out too much by my little tale which was written because Tito Mosquito's 'For the Pride of Lowardia' screwed me up more than a little. Congratulations Tito, I think only whitem has done that to me.
I want to thank everyone who has read, followed, faved or alerted 'DMS' so far and I hope I don't disappoint. Again, CajunBear73 has done the beta so thanks to him. As I stated before this is based on Tito's tale and since I am verbose I tend to take my time getting to a point.
To the reviewers: Invader Johnny, yeah, the sidekick did; Tito-Mosquito, yes, it is, and the lottery is how the locals decide to do it…more on that later; CB73, yeah horrible, and he is.
Ajw, thanks. You do know there are twists inside…right? Jimmy1201, Tease? Read the tale it's based on Jimmy. The L's….they are more evil, the Klingons had honor; Daccu65, yea extra stuff going on. Those on top making sure those who are subjugated know their place.
Uberscribbler, relax dude, it's just a story. Take a chill pill and relax. Nothing as it appears, man one of these days I'll have to show you the roughs before we ease them out.
Okay let's get this back on the road before I make any more 'adjustments'.
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Dead Man Switch
Chapter Two
At an ancient, mostly unused medical facility in Utah:
"He's waking up.", observed a short man with an ugly haircut and a German accent.
A vine scratching his forehead, the blue scientist known once as Doctor Drakken, "And it's about time too, Johann. He's been out almost ten hours."
"Doctur Smed said the surgery was more complicated than he anticipated. Will this cause any changes to the schedule of the operation?"
A groan interrupted their bickering, "Are you two going to talk all day? Gawd I feel lousy.", Ron, aka Arson, observed.
"Good, you still have your sense of humor, buffoon. Welcome back to the living.", as Drew beckoned the blond back to a waking state.
"Yeah for the time being, you mean. It seems like I've been out for a month…"
"No, just most of a day. Once the painkillers are out of your system we're going to teach you how to operate this monstrosity that you've turned yourself into."
"Something tells me I'm going to be hurting a lot, shortly.", Ron observed.
"More than you know.", Drakken said under his breath.
At that point the doctor who had done most of the surgery entered the recovery room, "Well, Mr. Hemingway, it seems you are still with us."
"Yeah lucky me. When am I going to be able to eat?"
"In three days, but there is something you should be aware of."
"Yeah, what's wrong? If I have cancer or something, it won't make a difference to me.", Ron replied.
"We had to remove a good portion of your small intestine and one of your kidneys to make everything fit so that your improvements would be inconspicuous."
"Lucky me…So, are the improvements going to be noticeable by being scanned or anything?", Ron asked.
"No you will have an appropriate mass and nothing will show up on scans to alert anyone to the possibility that something is awry with you."
"Good, hate to be found out too soon…"
"There are complications to this you know…"
Ron frowned, hoping that whatever they were they wouldn't slow down his recovery so that he could complete the 'mission', "What are the complications Doc?"
"Your bowels will be messed up and you will have to learn to eat much smaller meals. We also had to run fiberoptic cables through your arms and legs."
"A great sacrifice that's going to be.", Ron replied sarcastically, "I'll survive long enough to see the mission through."
"I, uh, wish there was more I could do for you…"
"Doctor, you have ensured the completion of the mission. I want to thank you from everyone involved. But you might want to leave here as soon as possible.", Ron advised, "The less people here the better, in case our Masters get wind of this."
"I understand. Now you should be able to travel in one or two days. Good luck to you."
Ron smiled and offered his hand, "Thanks again Doc."
After Smed left, Ron asked, "Is he gone?" Seeing the nod he continued, "OK we'd better get to moving."
"Why?", the blue scientist inquired, "You are supposed to recover…"
"The less people who know what when on here the better. Get my clothes and a wheelchair, we're acing this place…You don't want to end up like Shego do you?"
Drakken's eyes hardened, "You need to recover sidekick and that takes time…And she didn't suffer that long you know."
"I know…but we do need to get going and I would guess that you still have a lair to fall back on."
"I do…"
"It's time to call in favors Doc, we don't want to get caught before we're ready."
"Very well, I can signal a hover car…"
"Nope, we need to be under the radar if we're even going to get a chance at this, so we take ground transport and we might want to get the staff out of here while we're at it.", the former sidekick urged the two.
The flower growing former villain replied, "Here let me help you, buffoon."
The blond sat up in bed and gasped as he tried to lift his right leg off to get into a sitting position, "Johann, you get them moving while blue boy helps me get dressed, we don't want a bunch of Warmonga's goons searching this place before we can get out of here."
"My vines could protect us…"
"Did they protect Shego?"
"No, I see your point. I will get the van."
"Good, have Dementor take my car and drop it off somewhere where it won't be noticed for a long time."
"Sure sidekick, but why?"
"If I go missing for a long time some of Warhok's goons might start looking for me. We don't want them to find me till it's too late.", Ron explained, "We don't need them tearing the whole planet apart."
Drakken frowned in thought, "I see your point. We'll get you a chair and get everyone out of here."
"Good.", Ron said as he tried to slip a leg into his pants.
After trying and mostly failing, Ron finally accepted help from Drakken when he returned with a wheelchair. The much older blue scientist realized at that point just how much energy the operation had taken out of the main operator of the upcoming mission. 'At this rate it will be months before S…..Stoppable will be fit enough to take this on.'
Finally, the former Middleton Mad Dog was able to stand, turn around (with assistance) and sit in the wheelchair. After he plopped down, Ron urged, "Let's get moving. The longer we remain here, the bigger the odds are of them finding us."
(Sob)
As Doctor D rolled Stoppable out to the curb, an old blue van pulled up. "Hey Professor, nice wheels.", Ron snorted painfully.
Drakken observed, "You could have stayed in your hospital bed a little longer…"
"And risk being caught before we…errrr I can complete this? Get real, Doc. Remember what they did to Shego…we all had to watch it too. That was medieval torture, more than anything."
"She didn't suffer long…"
"Except for being starved for more than a month like KP…no I guess she didn't."
"Sidekick I am going to move your transportation…"
"Where are you stashing it Dementor?"
Johann replied cryptically, "Somewhere safe where no one will find it for years."
X
Dr. Drakken's communications device beeped. He spoke into the thing as Ron asked, "What was that?"
"We have to pick up Johann."
"Well, do it then."
XXX
The older red haired surgeon watched her Son as he scanned over some data on his portable minicomputer, "Timothy James Possible, there is something going on with you…You should talk about it with your Mother or Father."
"I…I can't really do that Mom."
"Does it have something to do with Ronald?", Anne asked her third born.
"Mom, the more people who know, the easier it's going to be to break the operation down. All I can say is that most of the nightmares we've been living since…since Kim…", he faltered and sighed, giving her a kernel, "Should be over and we'll have closure of some kind."
"Does it have anything to do with those machines that James and you boys have been using?"
"Mom, you took an oath…Listen, you just don't want to know."
"I see, or I hope that I don't see, Tim. Have you seen Ronald lately? He usually shows up some time during the month and we haven't seen him in close to six."
"I have spoken with him Mom."
The red haired (with a little grey) surgeon asked, "Is he well? He hasn't been sick has he?"
"He's been in Japan again Mom. He said he had business there."
Anne had heard some rumors and had put two and two together when a Japanese man and woman showed up at her home to speak with her one day.
"Is he still having those nightmares?"
"He never really stopped, Mom. He still blames himself for what happened."
Anne frowned, having gone over this with Ron Stoppable until she was blue in the face, "I'm afraid that it's one scar that will forever be over his heart. I suppose trying to get through to him is a lost cause."
"Yeah…I think you're right about that Mom, but he said that he's almost done with the plan he's been working on. And don't forget you did all those surgeries on us that helped us to help him…"
Anne wanted to make a point, "I think if he had gotten involved we would have lost him as well, Tim. He should never have doubts about what he did."
Tim frowned, "Or…what he wasn't able to do?"
"You will not hear me speaking badly of him…Kimberly loved him with all her heart."
"Shit Mom! He vowed to have her back and when it counted, he wasn't there! She was all alone.", Tim grit his teeth, "But this is bigger than Kim, this is also about all those other girls. Kim would never have allowed something like that to happen no matter what."
"Watch your mouth Tim, those two loved each other…"
"Then why didn't he stand up for her? He could have made a difference…and things would have been good for us even with the destroyed house.", Tim had gone through a lot in the years since Kim had been taken captive by the 'Master Race' and their cronies. He figured he could swear once in a while because of that.
(Shudder)
XXX
Years before:
"Well you're finally back to being a sane dude.", a former sidekick observed to the younger of the Possible twins.
"Bite me, you jerk.", Tim grunted as others entered the padded cell.
"Son that is no way to speak of Kimberly's friends.", James told his son.
"Dad. It's his fault…"
"Timothy James Possible! What happened was no one's fault on this good Earth! It was the fault of those bastards who took her. Now do you want to pine away for your Sister or do you want to do something to make sure nothing like this happens ever again?", the rocket scientist asked.
Wade Load (who also had come into the cell) asked, "Do you want to be in on this or should we just cross you off? We have a lot of work to do over the next few years and we need your help."
"Who's all in this?", Jim inquired.
Ron frowned, "Not until we get a yay or nay, Tweeb."
"Asshole.", the younger twin hissed.
"More than you realize. Now, do you want the chance to get some payback on those assholes or do you wanna just stay here and slowly go insane?"
"Who do you want me to kill?", Jim asked.
James put his hand on his son's shoulder, "All you have to do is go through a few treatments like we all have and help us design and build a few things."
"I want to kill those bastards…"
Wade frowned, "You don't get the chance to kill anyone at this point, and that assignment has already been given out. Like your Dad said we need your brains, not your brawn."
"Who gets the prime job, then?"
Ron Stoppable frowned, "None of your business at this point. Once we get it mostly done and all the equipment built, then we'll clue you in. Now do you know what's been going on every year since we saw her last?"
"No…"
"Fifteen girls every year. They call it the Dragon's Lottery. Do you wanna know what it's about?"
The Possible male cringed, having read enough science fiction books that included that phrase. "They're still doing it?"
Wade's right eye twitched, "It'll make your stomach turn and keep you up at night…That's why I got the treatments and so has your brother and Dad."
"What are these treatments?"
"Do you want to know Jim? All you have to do is agree to our terms.", Ron offered.
"For the chance of getting back at those animals…I'll walk through Hell barefooted…"
Ron offered his hand, "You might just get the chance."
Two weeks later:
Anne Possible looked at her youngest, "Jimmy are you ready to begin this?"
"Yeah Mom…"
"This is your last chance to back out…I can wipe the memory of what we are doing out of your mind, but once I start, you are in until the project is finished.", Anne warned.
"Let's do this."
Anne glance at the doctor who was watching the drip, "Dr. Melson make my son sleepy, please."
XXX
Back to present:
"Hey Dr. D, where is this lair of yours?", Ron inquired as he tried to get comfortable in the back of the work van while the two former villains sat in the front. They had picked Dementor up alongside a deserted stretch of road two days before.
"Sidekick, this is one that neither you nor your girlfriend ever entered. Shego didn't even know where it is. It was my last refuge to lay low."
"So K…KP and I didn't push you hard enough to have to use your last resort joint?"
"You were close, but we have web access here and a basic place to stay with food and water. When you are done recovering, we will come out and reconnect with the team.", Drew informed Ron.
"Yeah when I get recovered, that Doc took out more than I thought he was going to…"
"Dementor and I looked over the design specs again from Tim Possible and Wade Load and we made a command decision…you were out of country at the time and we couldn't reach you.", Lipsky explained.
"Does it have a workout room?"
"Yes but it's not as expansive as one in a spa, it has a whirlpool, an exercise area for aerobics and some weight machines…I ordered them under Shego's recommendations."
"Good, it should be enough…w…when I get far enough away you guys can reappear."
Dementor turned around and informed Ron, "Not until the operation unfolds Sidekick. The animals will need to be exterminated as well as their human underlings here on Earth…If we reappear too soon, we will have them down on us while killing half the population."
"Sorry I didn't think of that, I'll just lay back here and get some sleep.", Ron muttered as he closed his eyes.
Dementor muttered to his colleague, "He got on his feet too fast, Drakken."
"It won't matter, this time next year he will be dead…Of course with our luck, we will be, too…"
"Then why did we try this?", the German inquired.
"Shego and my cousin…And they didn't do those women from your country any good, either."
"I know, but this may be the bloodiest time ever for mankind, Drakken."
XXXX
Ron Stoppable, Drakken, Dementor and all the rest of the 'canon' characters belong to Bob, Mark and the Disney Corporation and not myself nor CajunBear73. We just take the players out and toss them around a little bit.
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