Author's Notes: First off I need to apologize to my beta reader for not thanking them for their help in working on Pure, so I'll do that now. Thanks, Rebelrsr, for your help, none of my writing would come out nearly as nicely without you. Next comment is I do plan on continuing this fic for a while, in fact I'm already working on the next chapter.
At Kim's command Ron took off for the demented genius. Tackling the Draken before he could hit the button on the pedestal, the two went tumbling away from the women. When the men separated, they both assumed martial artist's stances. After a moment of staring at each other's faces, they rushed one another. Once within arm's reach, they both began pathetically slapping at each other.
The blond sidekick closed his eyes as he continued to let his arms windmill in front of him, forcing Draken down a side corridor even further away from the real combatants. His assault, if one could call it that, caused the blue scientist to trip. Without opening his own eyes, Ron quickly followed.
"Gah! You stupid buffoon. Get off me!" Draken commanded.
"Hey! Hey! I really want to get up, but with you constantly moving I can't!" Ron yelled back at the downed scientist.
Ron rolled away from Draken and regained his footing first. Rufus finally decided to make his presence known by popping out of the blonde teen's pocket. Scampering across the floor towards the blue man, he looked over his shoulder and spoke in his strange accent. "Ron, 'utton' there" the small rodent said, pointing behind Draken at the large red button on the wall.
"You got it little buddy," Ron agreed. Knowing that his small friend could handle Draken the sidekick ran by the blue scientist for the button that had self-destruct written above it.
Turning and reaching out to try and grab the blonde teen, Draken was quickly assaulted by the naked mole-rat. Climbing around on him, Draken had no chance of snagging the small perpetrator. Finally shaking his leg hard enough, Rufus went flying away - just in time for Ron to hit the button.
A small blast sounded and Draken drooped in defeat. "That was my greatest invention yet," he whined.
Looking at the depressed and sad scientist, Ron just couldn't bring himself to attack him. Sighing, he went over and stood before Draken. "Ok, Dr. D, either we can fight and I send you to jail, or we could just talk and then you go to jail." Rufus quickly clambered up his owner and perched on his shoulder, nodding his small head vigorously.
Draken nodded. "Very well. I just don't understand it; my plots seem to be in a downward spiral lately."
"Hey, don't worry, Draken. We all have our good weeks and bad. I mean, even KP has her own," Ron said in attempts to try and cheer up the blue man.
As the two continued talking, they wandered aimlessly. Eventually, they found themselves in the lair's security room. Many screens showed camera views all across the base. One screen in particular caught Draken's eye. It showed the building fight between Kim and Shego from a side view. Ron spotted another that showed the two fighting but from a view that was above them. However, it wasn't the fight that caught his attention. In this specific screen Ron could see several armed men sneaking around the catwalk.
"Um, Draken, did you order armed henchmen to surround Kim and Shego?" the blond hero asked.
"Henchmen? There's no one else here other than me, you, Shego and Possible," Draken answered. At an irritated squeak, the scientist included Rufus in his count.
"Then if they're not yours…" Ron took another look at the screen and saw the armed men wore Global Justice uniforms. "They're GJ, but what the hell are they doing armed?"
"I wouldn't have a clue. Wait, are they aiming at Shego?" the doctor asked in a frightened tone.
"No… Holy shit! They're aiming at both of them. Please tell me you've got an intercom in here, Draken!" Ron shouted.
"Ye-yes. Over there," he said, pointing at a microphone sticking out of the counter near the security screens. "Quickly warn them!"
The sidekick moved with speed driven from fear and switched the mic on. "KP! Above you!" he yelled out over the comm system.
Ron watched on the security feed as the two arch-nemeses fought to protect one another against the hoard of Global Justice soldiers. Turning around to face the blue scientist, Dr. Draken, the teen sidekick asked in a desperate voice, "Isn't there anything we can do? Like activate some traps or something?"
Shaking his head sadly, Draken only shrugged in response. "There were no security devices set up in the main antechamber. I was strapped a little on cash, so I only set up the Super Nova Ray. Shego was supposed to take care of the rest."
"Well, Shego can't take care of the rest! Even with Kim working with her, they won't be able to beat all of those guys!" Ron yelled. "We should just go back up there and help them."
"And do what, buffoon? Act as a distraction and get shot?" the blue scientist asked. "No, the best we can do is try and devise some plan to help them."
Ron let out a scream in aggravation. "Come on there has to be something, anything. Bebes?"
"No, they were all destroyed in the last lair," Draken calmly answered.
"Hand held ray guns?"
"Hmm, the only one I made blew up in my face."
"Syntho-drones?"
"Haven't had time to set up a new batch."
"Earthquake machine?"
"Never built one, actually," Draken paused a moment before his whole face lit up with an idea. "But, we can destroy the lair."
"Whoa, hold on how does that help?" Ron asked, clearly confused.
"We can't act directly to help them but by having the lair start exploding it should give both Shego and Kim enough of a distraction to make it clear," the mad doctor explained.
"I'm not sure." Ron glanced back at the video screen to check on the two warriors. Focusing on Shego as a bullet ripped through the air and into her leg, Ron could only let his gaze follow her as she fell from the catwalk. "Shit, we're out of time. Where's the self-destruct, Draken?"
Turning on his heel, the doctor called over his shoulder, "Right down this way. It's near the secret exit I had installed last month."
Quickly the three, including Rufus, made their way through the lair to the exit the evil scientist spoke of. There it was, at the far end of the corridor, hardly bigger than Draken himself and sealed shut with a large heavy bar across it. To the right of the door was a red button that had a warning above it: DANGER! SELF-DESTRUCT BUTTON. NOT TO BE USED BY KIM POSSIBLE OR THE BUFFOON.
"Dude! Come on! You can't even remember my name for a sign?" Ron asked in a disgusted tone.
"Well… since I couldn't remember it, and the henchmen weren't of any help, it came down to what you see," the doctor said uncomfortably.
"It's Stoppable, Ron Stoppable! Just remember it for once!" the blond sidekick reminded Draken, for the thousandth time. "Gah! We don't have time for this; just hit the damn thing and lets get outta here."
"Gladly." With that the blue genius hit the button causing the heavy bar to lift and the door to swing open. "Quickly now, things will be coming apart even before we clear the tunnel to the outside."
Once again the trio sprinted off, this time into a dimly lit tunnel with a small light at its end. Even before they'd covered a quarter of the distance, the ground began shaking, and rumbling noises reverberated off the narrow walls. As they passed past the halfway point, the beginning of the tunnel began collapsing and larger explosions could be heard. Picking up the pace as the falling ceiling began gaining on them, the three burst through the tunnel's end just as the exit collapsed in on itself throwing a cloud of dust.
Coughing and trying to regain their breath, Ron, Rufus, and Draken slid to the ground and took in their surroundings. The first thing they noticed was that it was still night, and they appeared to be on the slope of the mountain the lair was built in. Noticing they were rather out in the open, Draken got up and started to move to a place that would offer more concealment or a way to rapidly clear the area.
"Hey, where are you going?" Ron asked the departing blue man.
"To a better hiding place or to the hanger," Draken replied.
"What about Kim and Shego?"
"What about them?" the doctor asked in return. "I know they can take care of themselves. So, if they made it out, then getting in contact with them again will be easy."
"I can't just leave KP in there by herself," the blonde sidekick said.
"Well, sitting outside a collapsed tunnel is certainly going to help her a great deal," Draken argued.
While their little argument waged on, a small scout helicopter flew overhead. The two humans would have missed it entirely, but a small naked mole-rat spotted it and warned his owner. Scurrying up Ron's leg and torso to his shoulder, Rufus tapped the blond hero on the cheek. Vigorously pointing to the sky, the rodent made out, "'ky chopper."
Both sidekick and evil genius looked up and saw the helicopter. "Well, Stoppable, looks like we have our answer. We have to leave, now," Draken informed the teen.
"Yeah, that might be a good idea. Where- hey! You remembered my name," Ron said happily. Hastily getting over his moment of joy, he went on, "Where are we going to go?"
"To the hanger that houses my hoverpads. One of them has cloak technology built into it," Draken said. Turning, he made his way to the hanger with Ron and Rufus on his heels. Crossing a very large open area, the three moved as quickly as they could to try and reach the safety of the hanger that was now in view.
The building was not overly large. Just a little over two stories tall, it stretched half the length of a football field, and about the same width. Painted the same as the ground surrounding the hanger made it easy to miss with a casual glance. Once inside, Ron spotted two hoverpads, both large enough to fit four people comfortably. Draken made his way to the one that was further away and started powering it up. "You sure the girls will be alright?" the sidekick asked, uncertainty coming off him in waves.
Looking over at Ron, the doctor simply shrugged, feeling that words would do nothing to assuage the younger man.
Rufus mimicked the blue man's response then boarded the craft. Not seeing anything that could be done, Ron followed his pet and strapped himself in. "Head for Middleton. We can contact Wade from there and get Mr. and Mrs. P to help," Ron said in a quiet voice.
As the hoverpad lifted off the ground it shimmered then vanished from view. The door in front of the pad opened and soon the trio was flying out and away towards Middleton.