The Kim Possible characters are owned by Disney: Shego, Kim, Ron, Rufus, Wade, Global Justice, and any other that has or will appear or be mentioned. The only original character are Sheila Go, The Corrupted Supreme One, Duane Tiamat, and Assistant Sherry

Awakenings

Chapter 4 - Makin' Bacon

"One-hundred-ninety-eight... one-hundred-ninety-nine... two-hundred!" cheered out Hego with victorious glee as he lowered the weights back on to the bench's clasp. He slowly sat up and ran a towel across his face and neck. It's been a long time since Hector Go had to lift anything without his super-strength but it did feel satisfying to know he could bench press nearly two-hundred-fifty pounds for so long. "Well, I guess that's pretty good for a normal person, huh Mego?"

Mego rolled his eyes and walked around from the back of the bench, glad that he no longer had to spot his behemoth of a brother. "Why do you bother working out so hard anyway? It's not like we're going to do any crime fighting now that we don't have powers."

Hego stood up, looking down at his brother with a stern gaze. "I might not be an invulnerable wrecking machine anymore but I'm still able to be a hero. Even if I can' foil super villains and such, I'm still going to do everything I can to make a difference. I can't believe you would give up so easily."

Mego shot an expression of complete and sincere surprise. "Easily?! I had the most useless power! I was never really a hero, I was just doing it for the fame. But now none of us have powers, we're useless! Face it, Hector, Team Go is finished."

Hego shook his head. "I'm severely disappointed in you Melvin... but not surprised."

Hego walked away from his brother, trying not to let his negativity get to him. He didn't have to walk too far to notice the crowd of Global Justice grunts watching intently at the boxing ring. Being as tall as he was, Hego got a good view of what was going on; his mother sparing with GJ agents. The more senior agents in the audience must have been feeling embarrassed to witness Sheila manhandle one of their own so easily. Years of martial arts training, practice drills, field exercises, and real life mission experience didn't seem to account for much as Sheila not only wove between his attacks but also tossed the agent around like a training dummy. "Is that all you got, little man?" she mocked

Her opponent in that friendly practice bout made a final charge toward her only to find himself lifted up off the ground before he even knew he was off his feet. There was a sudden hush in the crowd; it wasn't everyday they saw a mother of five lift a grown man over her head with such ease. Spectators quickly stepped back from the east side of the ring as she tossed the veteran agent like a sack of potatoes. After looking at their fallen comrade for a while, one of the other agents turned to his friend. "Well... I guess you're next."

"Me? What about you, you have more hand-to-hand combat training."

"I'm not fighting her, she's crazy... and good."

Hego stepped forward, edging in between the two. "Well then, I guess you won't mind if I'm next."

One of the agents looked at him then back to the ring. "Sorry, looks like someone beat you to it."

Hego looked up. During the very short time he was talking, Yori had darted through the crowd and leapt into the ring, perching herself perfectly atop one of the four corners. "What drives you to fight with such intensity, if I may be so bold?" Yori asked with a playful smirk.

Sheila turned to the nimble ninja and returned the mischievous expression. "Yori, that's your name, right? Well I think it should be obvious; Global Justice is making a weapon to go after that psycho bitch and I'm going with it. I wanted to see if I still have the edge but I'm barely breaking a sweat from these scrubs."

"Then it seems our destinies are intertwined. I, too, will be assisting in the apprehension of the evil Shego. Perhaps it would be best if we see what we are both capable of before we face our mutual enemy."

Sheila moved into a fighting position. "You challenging me, girly?"

Yori flipped off the post and landed in her own stance. "It will be my honor to defeat you, Go-san."

The two went at it in their own pace. Sheila, though not without her own knowledge of the martial arts, relied on nothing more than pure power and a more western approach. Yori was trained her whole life to be stealthy and precise so she concentrated mostly on dodging Sheila's attacks and exploited any openings. After seeing Sheila manhandle one of their own so easily, the agents were stunned to see Yori darting around Sheila like she was standing still and wearing her down with quick jabs. Sheila growled audibly, holding her side. "Little brat, stop bouncing around!"

Yori took a cautious step back and started circling her opponent. "You charge in like a blind ox, trying to trample your enemy with just your strength. You lack focus, you lack discipline, you will lose if you face that monster fighting like that."

Sheila narrowed her eyes and readied herself. "So, is that why you wanted to fight me? To tell me I have no business being part of the team that hunts her down?"

Yori didn't let the conversation distract her as she continued circling Sheila, waiting for the right moment. "You can learn more about yourself in battle than you can training. If you can not defeat me, what hope do you have against such a demon?"

Sheila cracked a smirk. "Well I never seen a fight won by yapping the other girl to submission. So are we doing this or what?" Yori sprang into action and drove her knee into Sheila's side, seeing as her stance made her more vulnerable in that spot. But what she didn't realize that it was exposed on purpose; Sheila wasn't focusing on blocking Yori, she was bracing herself for the next attack. Before Yori could pull back, the mature adversary countered with an arching elbow across her chin. The younger woman staggered back, reeling from the attack. "Well cupcake, looks like I'm teaching you a lesson today. You can have all the style your want but it's skill that pays the bill and muscle to back it up."

Yori rubbed her jaw and straightened herself upright. "That was merely luck."

"Luck? Alright then, if you think it's luck then let's take off the kid gloves right now," Sheila said, cracking her knuckles. "We've both been holding back so far, let's just go all out and play queen of the mountain."

Yori rolled her shoulders and neck, limbering herself for round two. "You will regret your arrogance soon enough."

Just when it seemed the two were ready to start again, something began beeping in one of the Global Justice gym bags Sheila had procured for herself. "Oops, saved by the tone. Guess I'll take a rain check," she said before darting off to the corner of the ring where the bag was and sliding under the ropes with the bag in tow.

Running down the corridors of the top military facility, Sheila was worried she wouldn't find her way. After a few turns and backtracks, she slowed down to a stop, recognizing that she had made it to the fairly isolated south wing of the complex. Looking around, she had a feeling that she might have made a wrong turn or came there too early until she began to notice a distortion of the air in front of her. "Sorry, just wanted to make sure you weren't followed," a somewhat childish voice said. The distortion was actually caused by the deactivation of a personal cloaking field, an invention Wade was always willing to test, even on GJ.

Sheila smiled. "Hey, this is me you're talking to. If I was followed, I'd make sure they'd regret it," she proclaimed with a chuckle. Wade scratched the back of his head, only able to give nervous, forced laugh. Sheila just shook her head and reached into her bag. "So, did you get into the house alright? No problems?"

Wade nodded and set down a carrying case he had slung over his shoulder. "No problem at all and they were right where you said they would be. Do you have-"

Before Wade could finish his question, Sheila pulled out Tiamat's gold necklace with the yellow meteorite adorning it's clasp. "Right here, dear Duane's yellow Go meteor piece."

Unbeknownst to either of them, Hego became suspicious of his mother's sudden departure and decided to shadow her. It was difficult for a man whose super strength always made the direct approach the best approach. But for now, he decided stealth was his best option. As he turned a corner and slowly tried to approach his mother from behind, he was pulled away and pressed against a wall, out of sight. "What's the big-" he tried to complain until he was muffled by a hand over his mouth.

"Do not speak," Yori instructed before slowly removing her hand.

Hego furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of why and how she was there before him. "I left before you did and I had to follow my mother while she zigzagged across the entire facility. How did you get here first?" he asked in a whisper.

Yori arched an eyebrow, as if perplexed by Hego's confusion. "I'm a ninja, I do this all the time. Now silence," she hissed. She resumed watching Sheila from around the corner as Wade pulled out a device about the size of a bulky laptop out of his sling bag. "That is Wade, Kim Possible's inventor friend. But why is he here meeting with your mother?"

Hugo shrugged. "Mom usually keeps to herself. What are they saying?"

Yori signaled him to lower his voice as Wade popped open the device. "Just place the meteorite in that empty slot and it'll analyze it automatically," Wade told Sheila.

Sheila nodded and freed the stone from it's gaudy chain. She placed it on slot as instructed, pulling her hand back as the device clamped onto the yellow rock, as if acting on it's own will. "How long will this take?" she asked.

"Not long, just a few seconds." And, sure enough, it wasn't long until the device rang out a tone, signaling it's success. Looking at the screen of the device, Wade smiled as his hypothesis was being proved correct. "See, that yellow pattern represents the yellow meteorite we just scanned and the other patterns are from the meteorites I found in the scrapbook at your house."

Sheila nodded. Even though she never had much science education, she could make out the pattern easily enough. "So they all fit together like a puzzle?" she asked.

Wade nodded. "Basically. It looks like the stones carry a harmonic energy signature. Interestingly enough, those signatures are almost identical to those found in the color spectrum, going from violet to red. See, right there, that gap?" he asked, pointing to a blank spot on the screen. Sheila nodded. "That's what we're looking for. This harmonic range between yellow and red is where we'll find the orange meteorite."

Sheila grinned. "And the perfect bait to lure out that murdering clone of my daughter."

Hego couldn't allow himself to stay hidden and stepped into the open. "Mother!"

Yori tried to hold Hego down but his reckless entrance simply dragged her out of her hiding spot. Wade and Sheila turned to them, unsure of what to make of those two being together. Sheila pressed her palm to her forehead and shook her head. "Hector, this is exactly the reason why I don't take you on reconnaissance with Melvin and me, you're to damn prone to noisy entrances."

Hego flustered a bit form the remark and Yori didn't exactly rebuild his confidence when she nudged her elbow into his side. "If I heard you two correctly, that device will locate an orange stone similar to the yellow one Tiamat had? And we can use it to lure out the Corrupted One?" Yori asked

Wade nodded. "All I need is access to a satellite uplink and I can find it anywhere on the planet with no trouble."

Sheila leaned her head aside, motioning toward a set of sliding double doors. "Well their surveillance center is right over there. Thankfully, they've spread themselves so thin with creating their ultimate robot and covering up the TiamaCorp scandal that they've stopped using the place for awhile now."

"Perfect!"

The room was made to monitor and analyze anything from a border skirmish between militant groups to a mad scientist making a grocery run. There were several substations constructed back to back along the sides of the room with the main system housed at the far end. Three large screens hung over the main system and they were displaying several lines of code and statistical data as Wade hacked into the system. Hego felt a bit uneasy about the situation. "Is this even legal?" he asked.

Sheila just laughed to herself, still watching the screens. "Well, legally Global Justice doesn't exist so I would say so."

"I got it!" Wade shouted out as the screen switched to a map of the world with a red, circular cursor narrowing toward a section of the United States. "Just a few more seconds and I'll know it's exact location."

The others moved closer, watching as the map zoomed in closer to where the red cursor was going. Each zoom gave more details; general region, general area, state, county, city, neighborhood, street, and finally a house. "It looks like a suburban home. Why would the Go meteorite be there?" Hego asked.

Yori arched her eyebrow as she surveyed the overhead display of the house. "So strange. So many unusual creatures adorning her property," she commented. She pointed at one of the lawn ornaments. "That one, it looks like a bear with parts from a dolphin."

Sheila's eye widen just then, a flood of images going through her mind. A pendant made of a Cuddle Buddy, genetically spliced animals in the subway, the color orange, a ray that rejuvenated injuries and reinvigorates the body. "My god... I know who has the stone... and I know what it does!"

Everyone turned to her except for Wade who was printing out the results of the search. "What do you mean, mother?"

Before she could answer, the double doors slid open and Dr. Director with two Global Justice guards stormed in. The guards were armed with standard sidearms while Betty was aiming her personal wrist-guard tazer at the intruders. "None of you are authorized to use this equipment. I'm placing all of you under arrest," she stated coldly, as if reading off a notepad.

Sheila turned to her and took a step forward. "We don't have time for this crap, DNAmy is in serious danger!"

She lowered her arm. "What are you going on about?"

"Her rejuvenator, did you try recreating it yourself?"

Dr. Director furrowed her brow, she didn't like being interrogated in her own facility but she was curious where this was leading. "Our scientists may have tried duplicating what was on her notes. She's a convicted felon, we can't take chances here in Global Justice."

"And what happened?"

"From what I've been told, no satisfactory results; a few of our top chemists think that the formulas in her notes were either decoys or failed experiments."

"The rejuvenator isn't a scientific breakthrough, a nut like DNAmy could never pull off something that brilliant. She's been using orange Go meteor rock to somehow make the stuff that makes her rejuvenator... rejuvenate! There must be some in her house and that's where the Corrupted One is going to go!"

Betty slowly stepped forward, still unsure whether to trust her story or have them all arrested for trespassing. "Why the rush? As long as the Corrupted One doesn't know about it, we can wait until Sherry is fully combat ready."

Sheila scowled. "Because that whore can read minds as easy as a book and I know if I could do that, I would be keeping tabs on my enemies incase they found out something this big."

Tension was thick, Dr. Director knew about Sheila's past and had a hard time trusting her. They seemed to have been trying to stare one another down until Dr. Director turned to her two guards. "Tell those scientists I want Sherry up and active in five minutes."

The two looked at one another, a bit taken back from the sudden order but they complied, dashing out the doors. Hego walked toward Dr. Director. "We're ready to do our part and fight this evil before it hurts any more innocent civilians," he proclaimed. Sheila slowly rested her palm over her face, hoping it would help suppress the sudden feeling of embarrassment from her son's corn-ball hero talk.

Betty was a bit more straight forward with Hego's heroic attitude. "No, I can't risk sending you out there without your powers."

"Just because I can't bench press the Go Tower anymore doesn't mean I'm some child! I can still fight on my own strength."

"Let me be clear. The enemy can read minds and you don't have any powers to compensate for that. You would be a major liability and only get in Sherry's way."

This struck Hego like a slap to the face. He stormed up to Dr. Director and outstretched his finger to her. "Now you listen here. I might not have my powers or run a secret worldwide paramilitary group. But if there's one thing I am, it's a hero. And a true hero doesn't sit on the sidelines when he can help it. Even if it means my life, I will do all that I can to bring this monster to justice and keep the world safe from her evil."

Dr. Director slowly raised an eyebrow, the one over her eyepatch. "Are you done?" she asked. Hego stood with a blank expression for a moment but slowly nodded. With lightning speed, Betty Director grabbed Hego's index finger and quickly brought him down to his knee in great pain. "Global Justice tolerated Team Go and even Kim Possible up to this point because they provided a public image that helps cover up our own existence. My predecessor saw people like you as necessary evils but I thought I could change that. I thought of Kim Possible and Team Go as equals and that we could mutually help one another out.

"Not anymore. I finally see how short sided my ideals really were. I saw Kim Possible as someone I could trust to bring into this investigation and she went off half-cocked without telling us a thing to her own grave. I brought in Team Go to supplement our lack of man power and all you did was give power to a global menace. At first, I thought I was feeling guilty... guilty about sending Ms. Possible to her death. I even made a grave error in judgement because of that and used Dr. Hall's rejuvenator on your sister. But seeing you all here, accessing our systems without authorization, I know now what I've been feeling; disgrace.

"I have disgraced the good name of Global Justice. I have tarnished it's ideals because of my softheartedness toward people like you. But I see everything so clearly now. You're not equals, you're not necessary evils, you're vigilantes. Even when you fight crime, you're breaking the law, you are all as guilty as the maniacs and mad scientists you put away. There will be no more Team Go, no more Kim Possible website, and I will personally see to it that this recent rash of ninja attacks against Yakuza groups stop. You're all under arrest; you four, your brothers, Shego, and Ron Stoppable are going to be locked in the detention center, tried, and arrested for every law we can prove you've broken with your so-called heroics. Sorry Hego, but I'm not playing nice anymore."

As Dr. Director as wrapping up her impromptu speech to an agonizing Hego, Sheila grabbed a desk lamp from one of the substations. "Funny, I was going to say the same thing!" she shouted before hurling it toward Dr. Director. She let go of Hego's finger but couldn't defend herself in time, the lamp hitting her across the forehead, sending her reeling back.

Once she could plant her feet again firmly on the ground, Dr. Director threw out her arm toward Sheila with a snarl. "That's it! Sheila Go, both you and your daughter will not have the luxury of a trail. Since both of you have extended criminal records and a tendency toward violence that borders on the sociopathic, I can easily explain to my superiors why I felt that both of you required on-sight executions."

Before she could steady her aim, Betty heard the sound of someone gently landing behind her and noticed that the ninja girl was strangely absent from the others after she recovered from the desk lamp. She tried to turn herself around but there was a sudden pressure on her neck and then everything went black. Yori released her grip and allowed her to fall. "Pleasant dreams. We can only hope your disposition brightens when you awaken in about ten hours." She turned to the others. "Come, we have much to do and little time to do it. We need to get to DNAmy before the Corrupted One."

Fort Wayne, Indiana

It had taken a few days but things seemed back to normal for Amy Hall. She had reorganized her personal lab in the basement, caught up on her bills and email, and, after she checks in on the Cuddle Buddy Collector website for anything new worth collecting, she was going to make more rejuvenator formula. So strange, all her troubles seemed to start when she found that weird orange rock in Go City while she attended the Cuddle-Con. It didn't seem like much at first but when it slipped out of her hands and cracked into two halves, she knew she had found something worthwhile when it began putting itself back together. She had spent months testing and experimenting with it and it never stopped amazing her. Anytime it broke apart, it would eventually bond itself together, any pieces that were missing grew back. It always repaired itself, no matter what she did. Only when she decided to grind pieces of it to dust and turn it into a gel-like solution did she find a way to use it's recuperative abilities on other things.

Of course, such discoveries bring unwanted attention, as DNAmy found out. Though she didn't expect TiamaCorp to come after her as quickly as they did, she did have enough time beforehand to create a secret hiding place for the rock. It also helped that the world considered her clinically insane; writing notes and formulas that don't produce anything useful can usually be passed off as scribbles from a disturbed mind. It seemed to have worked perfectly as TiamaCorp never really had a chance to find out the truth about the rejuvenator and even Global Justice seemed in the dark about it's true nature. Now she could focus on making as much rejuvenator formula as she needed and sell it off to every nation, pharmaceutical company, and fellow mad scientist that can afford it to fund her mad experiments for the rest of her life.

There was a knock on the door. Dr. Hall made her way to answer it but fell back as the door exploded into smoldering splinters. Stunned and on her back, DNAmy could only see the outline of whoever it was that destroyed her door. "Knock, knock. Is the mad scientist of the house in?"

The voice rang familiar in Amy's head. "S...Shego?"

As her intruder came into view, she could see that she was right yet dead wrong. "Once. But you may call me the Supreme One."

DNAmy quickly tried to scramble to her feet. "I heard about you! You're the one that killed Kim Possible, you're the Corrupted One!"

She laughed. "Oh no, not you too. Every time I take the time I check up on Global Justice, they're always calling me that. It's touching really, Kimmie-Cup coined that term right before I snapped her pretty little neck and now they all use it in her memory."

Finally back upright, DNAmy slowly started to back away. "You stay away from me you... you meanie bo-beanie!"

The Corrupted One threw up her hands, giving a mocking expression of shock. "Oh, such language Amy! You better be careful; if this was a syndicated kid's show on Disney, they might cancel us for that."

DNAmy backed away further, trying to blindly reach for something behind her until she felt her arm became forcibly restrained across her back and someone grabbing her around the neck. A voice whispered from behind her, it's breath hitting her skin, making her shiver involuntarily. "You weren't thinking of calling for help, were you?"

Dr. Hall tried to look back, needing to make sense of what she just heard. "What... that's impossible... two of you?"

The Corrupted One that entered her door slowly kept walking toward her, making two more copies of herself appear to DNAmy's surprise. She leaned in, her face hovering very closely to Amy's. She spoke in a quiet whisper with the tone of a seductive sadist. "I know you have the rock here Amy. I can read your mind and know exactly where it is. But I won't. Because I want to stay here as long as possible. I want to wait for Global Justice to send their hero brigade so I can kill them all and pile their corpses high for the whole world to see. So you're going to help me kill some time."

DNAmy tried to struggle but she was held fast in place. "I won't help you with...diddly do-do!"

The Corrupted One clasped her clawed fingers around DNAmy's face. "We're going to play a little game. It's my favorite game really. It's called 'makin' bacon'," she said, slowly dragging her claw down Amy's cheek, cutting the flesh. "And you're the piggy I'm going to skin... then fry."