Here we go again. First, let me thank all who have sent a review for the previous chapter: RealityBreakGirl, John Chubb, Aphamech, and mooneasterbunny. What happened to the rest of you? Hope I haven't done something to turn you off from this story. I apologize for not responding quicker with review responses, but I try to do so before I post a new chapter.
Disclaimer: I could say "Refer to previous chapters", so I guess I will…
Chapter 6
Dr Leonard walked to his car after eating at his favorite establishment, keys jingling in his hand. His belly full of good Italian food, he was now ready to go home to his one-room apartment and crash on the couch with the golf channel played on his little TV.
He never knew what happened just as he was about to place the keys in the door of his Chevy Tahoe.
Dr. Eugene Leonard, noted Dr. of Cybernetics and Biology, woke to find himself strapped to a simple wooden chair. A naked white bulb hung over his head. Being somewhat of a movie buff, he couldn't help but mutter his first words.
"Ya ain got nuttin' on me… copper!"
"Hmmm… We have a joker in our midst." A low voice resonated in the room with an accent he couldn't quite place. He looked around as his eyes began to finally focus and he could make out two distinct human shapes, but they were quite heavy set.
"What do you want from me?" Dr. Leonard demanded.
"We want… information." The other figure said. "Who is Quinn Probable?"
"Who?" The doctor answered, his intense training kicking in as a result of the situation. A jolt of electricity went through the bands that were strapped over his wrists. "Owww…!"
"I'll ask again… Who is Quinn Probable?"
"I tell you, I have no idea who this person is!" Another jolt of electricity, but this time, through the bands on his ankles. "Aaaaiiiieee…"
"We know you are associated with her. Now who is she?" The voice was now getting quite irritated.
"I keep telling you… I… don't… know!" This time the bolt of electricity went through the band around his chest, rendering him unconscious.
"I don't think he knew." One man said to the other.
"Gee… do you think so?" The other responded, sarcasm dripping from his words. "Take care of him in the usual way."
…x x x x…
The last thing Dr. Leonard remembered was opening his eyes as he was behind the wheel of his truck as it went off a mountain cliff.
…x x x x…
"Kim? Are you OK?" Betty Director said as she noticed Kim walking down the hallway with her head down.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, Betty. I'm fine." Kim put her head back down and started to walk off again.
"Funny, you don't look fine. Want to talk about it?"
"It's just that… I wish I didn't have to keep the fact that I'm alive from my parents. You know I talked to them at Ron's funeral?"
"I heard. Your disguise must be pretty good if they didn't recognize you."
"Yeah… almost too good." Kim had a forlorn look on her face. "I also saw Shego there."
"Shego? Really? Any idea why she would attend Stoppable's funeral?"
"No idea. But I think she was wary of me."
"Would you like to do something to take your mind off of it for a while?" Betty said with a smile.
What do you have in mind?" Kim asked wondering why Dr. Director had a mischievous grin.
"This way." Betty said taking Kim's hand. "We need to get a hold of Dr. Leonard and see if he can adjust the warmth of your hands. They feel as cold as ice."
She led Kim to a set of double doors and opened them, but she didn't go in. She just motioned to Kim to enter, who walked in being very alert and aware of her surroundings. She couldn't see anything, as it was pitch black.
Suddenly the lights came on and she was standing toe-to-toe with something that made her jump back out the door in shock, and drop into a fighting stance.
"It's OK Kim. They're turned off." Betty said as she slowly led Kim back into the room. With the lights on, Kim saw row upon row of Bebe robots!
"Wh… what are you DOING with these?" Kim asked, flabbergasted.
"Watch this." Was all Betty said, and walked up to one in an alcove, and punched in her personal code. She then started to type on an attached keyboard, and the eyes lit up. A few seconds later, the face and body began to change, and became an exact replica of Kim!
Kim was shocked, flabbergasted, and awed, all at the same time. She also felt a little sick that technology like this existed. "Are they…?"
"Smart? No. They only do what we program them to do. We took the technology from Drakken, and used it to develop what we affectionately call… PAL. Programmable Automated Life-form. We use them to hone our fighting skills, both in combat, and deadly tactics. They are quite… expendable.
"Try one. There are many personas programmed into the database. It utilizes Drakken's syntho –goo to change appearance. I'm sure you could find one you would like to…"
Before Betty could finish her sentence, Kim had already figured out what to do, and programmed one to change.
"Umm… Kim? There are certain things that these things can't do." She looked at the facsimile of Ron Stoppable, and noticed that Kim had a small tear running down her cheek again.
"I'm sorry. I just had to look at his face again."
"That's quite alright Kimberly. But I think it would be more beneficial to use these for what they were originally intended for."
"And if I start destroying these things?" Kim asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Replicator technology we took from the Bebe's Hive creates another as soon as one is destroyed. Since we have hundreds right now, and it utilizes a recycling method, they are virtually inexhaustible."
Kim typed on the keyboard again, and Ron's form changed into a certain cheerleader that Kim thoroughly despised. "Inexhaustible, you say?"
"Don't go too crazy with it… if you know what I mean."
…x x x x…
After Kim had fought and destroyed about 25 fake-Bonnie's, and 20 fake-Shego's (too bad they didn't have her glow power though), she was thoroughly spent. She walked out of the room while worker-bots cleaned up the mess and began to replicate more to replace what she had destroyed.
If this technology got in the wrong hands… Kim thought, but didn't finish it, as she didn't want to think what someone could do.
…x x x x…
"Feel better now?" Betty asked as Kim toweled herself off from her shower. She was surprised to see Dr. Director in her room, but not mad. Betty could pretty much go wherever she wanted in the entire complex.
"Yes… much." Was all she said.
"Would you feel up to a reconnaissance mission?" Dr. Director asked as Kim put on her clothes.
"Where at?" Kim asked as she let her black hair fall over her shoulders.
"Ummm…" Betty hesitated.
"Don't tell me…" Kim said, looking at the reflection of Betty in her mirror as she put in the hazel-colored eye contact.
"Yeah… Drakken's latest lair."
"What kind of information do you need?" Kim asked shaking her head and fluffing her hair with her fingers. She then took a bottle of spray jell, and liberally applied it to keep it from getting frizzy. She ended up with sort of a "wet look", and Betty approved.
"Well, guess I'm ready." Kim said, and Betty just shook her head side to side. Kim looked down and realized that she had regressed to her previous habits and had thrown on her old mission outfit.
"I say put on black cargo pants, and a matching mock turtle-neck." Kim readily agreed and made the change. Betty then left Kim alone to get the rest of her stuff together.
"Wanna go with me Rufus?" She asked the small rodent who she had been taking care of in her room after much discussion with Dr. Director. Everyone else in the world also assumed he had died, or disappeared with Ron, so it was agreed.
…x x x x…
"Shego! What have I told you about hurting with your words?" Drakken had just been burned again by one of his green sidekick's insults, and he was quite… vexed.
Quinn had been able to make it into the lair with no problem. Her bionics were working flawlessly, and carried her past all of Drakken's lame excuses for defenses. She couldn't help but grin as she hid behind a stack of crates, hearing the exchange between the two.
Quinn had finally gotten down most of the attributes of her eye as well, and she was scanning a stack of discarded boxes that were labeled from a small country in France. They all had a peculiar symbol. It looked like the capital letter 'B', but with the bottom hump lighter and thinner than the rest of the letter.
Suddenly Rufus began chattering excitedly in her cargo pocket, as he seemed to be sniffing the air. "Ron!" He squeaked out.
"Huh?" Quinn said, glancing down at the small animal in her pocket.
"Now who might this be?" A very familiar voice said behind her, and Kim turned to see someone who she thought was dead, brandishing a glowing sword!
…x x x x…
"I… can't believe he would commit suicide." Betty Director replied after she read the email sent to her by Oscar Goldman. Local authorities in the area that had found Dr. Leonard's crushed and burned car.
"Either way, we need to find another person capable of working on micro electronic systems and is also a whiz at Biology." The encrypted message came back almost immediately.
"There may be two people that fit that bill." Betty typed, and then continued. "Are you willing to try something really radical?"
"What did you have in mind?" Oscar responded back.
…x x x x…
"Ron…" Quinn breathed, she thought to herself, but he had heard.
"The names Roscoe. And you are…?" He pointed the blade he held right at Quinn's face. She stayed silent.
"What have you found Roscoe Honey?" Shego walked up behind him and draped an arm over his shoulders.
"Looks like an intruder, Babe."
Honey? Babe? And why does Ron think his name is Roscoe? Quinn thought as Roscoe placed the point of his blade under her chin, making her stand.
"Hey! I've seen this girl before!" Shego said. "She was at yo… I mean Stoppable's funeral! I KNEW you were going to be trouble! Take her out back and take care of this… intruder."
Roscoe placed a hand on Quinn's shoulder, stepped around her, and put the tip of his blade at the back of her head. "Walk." He commanded.
Faster than a blur, Quinn spun around, smacking Roscoe's hand and sent the sword flying. It embedded itself about 6 inches into a solid concrete wall! She wanted to get this… Roscoe away from Shego so she could tell him who she really was, and straighten out Ron's head.
Before she knew what happened, Roscoe planted two feet to Quinn's midsection, sending her out the door she was supposed to walk through. As Quinn stood, she saw the blade wrench itself free from the wall, and then fly out the door and into his hand!
With a running leap, Roscoe bore down on Quinn, who raised both hands and caught the blade by smacking her hands together as she had seen in the movies. Twisting her hands to the side, she flipped it out of his hands again sending it flying into a nearby tree.
Quinn was still stunned that she was fighting Ron, and it caused her to mis-judge Roscoe's next move. He lunged at her and caught her by the neck, his eyes blazing with blue energy. Squeezing with all his might, Roscoe had no idea he was working against a medtium skeleton, and enhanced muscles.
Quinn whispered just loud enough for Ron to hear. "Ron… it's me... Kim!" She locked her arms with his and tried to force him off, but was unable to, even with the bionics!
She dropped to her back, and placed her feet on his stomach thrusting out, throwing Ron about ten feet. She could have pushed harder… but she was fighting Ron! There's no way I'm going to hurt him!
Roscoe leaped up with a mule kick, and called the blade to him as he ran at this… this… who is this again? He thought as the blade sailed over her head, dodging what would have certainly cut off anyone else's head.
Quinn continued to dodge out of the way of each of his strikes. One finally connected with her forearm, and unyielding metal clanged on equally unyielding metal. Sparks flew out of her arm where the cut had nicked some circuits inside, and the syntho skin then re-sealed itself, while the internal circuitry re-routed itself.
"What… ARE you?" Roscoe said as he drew the blade back for another strike. This time Quinn was faster, and took a chance with a bear hug, pinning his arms at his side. Roscoe struggled, but he couldn't get away from her grip.
"Ron!" Kim hissed into his ear. "Is this really you? Why are you fighting me? I'm Kim! You know? Your friend? Your partner? Your… girlfriend?"
The last statement made Roscoe stop struggling. "What…?"
"I need to show you something, but I need to let you go first. Do you promise not to attack me for at least a minute?"
"I… guess…" Roscoe felt very confused at the moment. Quinn slowly released her grip, and then reached up to her real eye, and removed the contact, revealing her original green eye. She then closed both eyes, and matched the bionic eye color to her real one.
Opening her eyes, she then looked deep into Ron's deep brown orbs. "Do you remember me now?"
Roscoe was transfixed. He couldn't look away from those beautiful green eyes. Eyes that seemed to look all the way into his soul. Eyes that said he was the one that KP had loved, and will always love. KP. K… Kim. P… Possible. KP! Kim Possible!
"KP?" Ron said, his eyes starting to tear up.
"Yeah, Ron. It's me." She said smiling. "But don't tell Shego or Drakken. They think I'm Quinn Probable"
"What did they do to you, Ron?" Kim said after a heartbeat. He fell to the ground bawling like a child as he recalled everything that Shego had told him, and made him do.
"I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave me, Kim. The things I've done. The things I've…"
"Shh… shhh… shhh" Kim said as she knelt on the ground holding his heaving shoulders. "Ron? I think I know a way to make you feel better."
…x x x x…
Drakken and Shego whirled around as the back door came flying off its hinges. There stood what looked like a very… pissed off… Ron Stoppable.
"Shego?" Ron said with hands clenched, glowing with an aura of blue. "I think we need to have a little talk about our relationship."
"I think the jig is up, Shego." Drakken said.
"Gee… ya think so?"
To be continued…
Well… what did y'all think of the fight between Bionics and MMP? Let me know! Thanks…
I'll also take any guesses on what y'all think about the symbol Kim found on the crates...