"Evil Has its Ultimate"

by Rigel7Sold

Chapter 1: Death in the Family - Kim

Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own any of these characters. Literally, I'm not even going to make any new ones.

It was Friday, around 1:00 when it happened. It was about to rain outside. I hate the rain. It gets me all... sentimental. It's hard to think about it. I can do it, though. But we gotta go back. Way back.

Dr. James Timothy Possible was a very comfortable man. Over a decade ago he had proved to all naysayers that he wasn't some layabout loser: He got married. Since then, he's been very comfortable, and at times seems like a layabout loser. You can't win 'em all. But today, something was different. He had decided to take his vacation a few days ago, and it wasn't until he heard the knock at the door when he realized how much he appreciated the quiet. Peterbedly skulking from his resting position on the living room couch, he went towards the door and was soon glad he didn't make it.

The door was violently torn from its hinges and flung behind the aggressor. He knew the face, but he was never good with names. Shego took out a pen and crossed an item from the list of instructions: Rip door from hinges, appear hostile (optional). Taking note of Dr. Possible, she stepped inside.

"Hope you don't mind if you let myself in.", she said. It would've been a joke if she weren't serious.

"Get back! I'll call the, uh... What is that, glo... Global Justice, or whoever!" Yeah, he was scared. He literally never once expected anything even remotely similar to this ever happening to him ever. He's not too thoughtful like that.

"Uh-huh. Yeah. The problem with that is, I'm already in your house! No telling or I rip your throat out with my bare hands. 'Kay? Now let's just sit down and talk." No response. "Now!"

That last one got him moving. As he sat back on the couch, she got next to him and carefully laid out the blueprints to Dr. Drakken's whatever.

"Drakken was building this... thing but never got to finish it. Something happened and I need to know what to do. It's very important." She didn't want to antagonize him right now; She does need his help, after all.

His attention was undivided at this point. "Well, couldn't he just-"

"He's dead, Jim!", she shot out. Dr. Possible would've been on the floor laughing if she wasn't talking about an actual person.

"Oh, Drew," he said, struck suddenly with sadness.

Again he aroused her ire, causing her to stand, 'charge' her fists, and shout at him, "That wasn't his name!"

Realizing her mistake, she sat back down and looked straight ahead, muttering out a nigh-inaudible 'sorry'.

"Now, Dr. Possible, I need you to tell me what he was doing, what he did wrong, and how I can finish it. These are his notes." Again, she immediately got serious. She's been letting her emotions get the best of her lately.

Accepting the project as a favor to his friend, he took to the notes quickly. He let out a gasp soon into them. He knew Drew was a little wierd, he was never stupid. But this sort of undertaking... The fool! What has he done? Further along, he realized his earlier concern was largely unfounded; Drew had done an admirable job containing the shift, but... Good God...

With urgency, he pointed to a specific part shown on the blueprints. She didn't really understand what he was saying to her, but wrote down the jist for future reference. Apparently, Dr. D had to build a crucial part by himself, and it backfired while he was installing it. An accident... That sounds reasonable, but he must've known it could happen. This must've been even more important than she'd expected. One question pressed on her mind.

"So, what is this thing, exactly?"

"A Hyperconductive railgun, it looks like, but I don't see a flux capacitor on these blueprints... he must've been retrofitting it for another purpose."

Okay, she thought. This went well. She's not too sure where to go from here, but, whatever. Checking back on the written instructions, she crossed out the item Contact Dr. Timothy James Possible, discern what happened. Just as she was leaving, the next item on the list crossed her eye. She had thought of doing it, but not seriously. Now, however, it seemed like the only thing to do. Turning back to face him, she began.

"Dr. Possible? I'm sorry."

Looking up from the table, he responded somewhat dejectedly. "The door? Oh, it's alright, I can always-"

"No, not that. This."

She leapt at him with speed he thought impossible. Everything went red, then black.

Afterwards, she tore a piece of paper from the small notebook the instructions were written on, wrote a message on it and left it on the coffee table. 'That's what you get for messing with Dr. D - Shego'

She walked out of the house nonchalantly, quietly singing to herself as she crossed out Settle my business with Dr. Possible - Permanently.

She found that the list had practically read her mind. The problem was mechanical, and this was Dr. Drakken. Who else would she go to? Again setting off on her small flying craft (she forgets where she got it, but it was a gift), she left a mess for someone else to clean up. And that person was, of course...

"Uh, Betty?"

"Oh my God, will you please shut up? What, Sheldon, what?"

"Eheh... Someone killed someone at Kim Possible's house. At least, that's what the screen says..."

"Damn it all! I need a cleanup crew over there immediately, and-"

"Okay, we got positive ID here, it's, ah, James Timothy Possible. That's a wierd name."

"Will you please get serious? You! Call in a transport for Will. I've got a feeling Kim Possible can't do this one."

Chapter End

A/N: Edited out that last scene; It just didn't play out right. To be included later, I guess.