Bad Moon Rising
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A Kim Possible fanfic.
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"No matter what the future brings you're booked, and lawd you're bound
Be steppin softly when you know the deal is goin' down"
Deal going Down, ZZ TOP.
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All across the web, the right and left sides of the blogosphere was starting to pick up and circulate the information that had just came out about the parents of recently deceased heroine Kim Possible. Posts were put up either tearing down or defending the Possibles, comments were made, trolls were banhammered, and much was said.
/b/ picked up the story and went places with it that no sane person would ever want to go.
The legacy media picked up the story at a slower pace, and much hay was made about it.
And all of this pontification mattered not a whit to Dr Drakken, who was immersed in sorting out the details of his latest plan. He had four new Sicarius clones, each loaded with the memories of Three reach maturation and it was time to decant them.
There was a staccato of thuds as four bodies hit the floor of the cloning lab. Coughing, one of the clones wiped a strand of hair from her eyes as she pushed herself to her knees.
"Ohhh... getting shot sucks..." she said, getting a chorus of agreements from the other clones.
Then they all stopped suddenly and looked at one another.
"You all remember-" the clone who first spoke asked.
The other three nodded.
"Oh. " she said. "So how the hell are we going to tell each other apart?"
"I don't know." the clone to her left said, looking at her hand. "We don't have tattoos." she added, holding up her hand for emphasis.
"That's because I haven't given you them yet." a voice identical to theirs said.
All four clones turned and saw a woman, identical to them, standing in the doorway holding a laundry basket full of robes.
"Sicarius?" the first one who spoke asked.
She nodded. "Yes." she confirmed. "Here. Put these on." she added, putting the basket down. "We need to get you cleaned up before we mark you. And be quick about it. For we have a lot to do today."
Carefully, and with some help from each other, the four clones got to their somewhat shaky feet, donned the robes, and followed Sicarius out of the cloning lab.
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Ron awoke to the sound of retching coming from the bathroom. Half asleep, he instinctively looked around for his alarm clock but found it absent from it's usual place on his bed stand. Puzzled, he rubbed his eyes and wondered just where the hell it had gone to when his sleep addled brain finally kicked into gear and he remembered where he was.
Patting around on the night stand, he found his cell phone and flipped it open. Squinting against the sudden glare of the LCD screen, he saw that it was 5:42 AM. Flipping the phone closed, Ron flopped back onto the bed, intending to get back to sleep.
Then from down the hall Shego flushed the toilet, and Mother Nature insisted on giving him her two cent's worth.
"Oh, fer crying out loud..." Ron grumbled under his breath.
Flipping the covers back, he swung his legs out of bed and staggered to his feet.
"Hey, Ron."
Ron stopped and looked up to see Shego leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door, holding a hand to her stomach.
"Hey." Ron answered, and rubbed an eye. "You done with the bathroom?" he asked.
Shego gave a minute nod. "I think so, for the moment." she said, her voice roughened from throwing up.
"Okay." Ron grunted, and shuffled into the bathroom. "I'll be just a moment." he said before shutting the door.
Shego remained where she was while Ron went about answering natures call. Finally, after flushing and washing his hands, the door opened and Ron staggered out.
"Ron." Shego said, grabbing his arm as he went past her. "Wait."
"Uh?" Ron grunted, his brain still not fully awake yet.
"I want to apologize for what I did earlier." Shego said. "That was way out of line."
Ron goggled at her for a moment, then pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "You're actually apologizing?" he asked.
Shego smiled weakly. "Yeah, I thinks it's the hormones messing with me, but, yes I am." she said. "I had no right to go off on you like that. I was the one who got you drunk, I was the one who seduced you."
Ron nodded. "Apology accepted." he said. "I was going to point that out to you at the time, but I figured you would've killed me."
Shego chuckled. "I don't blame you- URP!" she started to say before her eyes bugged out. Putting a hand to her mouth she dashed back into the bathroom.
Ron stood there for a moment and listened as Shego did the Technicolor Yawn, then sighed and followed her into the bathroom.
"Hey." he said. "I'll hold your hair."
"Thank you..." Shego croaked.
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Wade arched an eyebrow as he read the title to an email he had received.
"Heads up." he murmured "You had better take a look at this..."
Clicking on the link, the email opened and he scanned through it.
"Wade, saw this on a forum I visit. You might want to check on it- Larry." the email read.
At the bottom of the email were some attachments. Clicking on them, he waited as the appropriate programs downloaded them, unzipped them, and scanned them. Once they were declared safe, he opened the first one and his eyes nearly popped out of his skull.
Blushing furiously, he closed the window and took a few moments to get his breathing under control. Finally his breathing calmed down and the heat left his cheeks.
"Wow." he thought. "That's.... heavy."
He looked at the other files listed, and his molars ground together as it finally connected in his mind as to what these files meant.
"Those bastards." he seethed, his anger burning away any last lingering traces of embarrassment. "Those unbelievable-"
Grinding his molars, he began to compose a message to Larry.
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After she had finished throwing up, Shego had went back to bed and managed to get a couple more hours of sleep before her alarm clock rang. Growling in annoyance, she slapped at it and silenced it on the first try.
Sighing, she rubbed her eyes before reminding herself that yes, she had to get up and out of bed today before throwing back the covers. Swinging her legs out of bed, Shego pushed herself into a sitting position and sat there for a few moments before getting to her feet.
Once she had gotten herself vertical, she felt a wave of nausea pass over her, and she took a few moments to breath deeply and pray that it would pass.
She managed to get through it without having to call for Ralph, so apparently someone was listening to her. Shaking her head slightly, she brushed some stray hairs out of her face and shuffled off towards the living room.
In the living room she found Ron sprawled out on the couch, out cold. Jealously, Shego stared down at him for a few moments before poking him in the ribs with a finger.
"Hey, sidekick, wake up." she said.
Ron's response was to groan, mumble something about school and oysters, and shift position. Shego sighed, put her hands on her hips, and glared down at the sleeping blonde.
"You are not making this easy on yourself, you know that?" she said to him.
Leaning down, she stuffed a hand down his boxers and grabbed hold of him.
"Oh, Ro-on..." she said in a sing song voice. "Time to wake u-uup ..."
Ron's response was to mumble unintelligibly and flop his head over to one side. Shego looked at him, arched an eyebrow, and squeezed gently.
"nnnNNNGAAAH!" Ron said as he suddenly became fully awake. "What the hell?"
"Morning sunshine." Shego said sweetly.
"Owowowowowow..." Ron said, grabbing hold of her arm. "I'm awake! I'm awake! You can let go now!"
"But I don't want to." Shego said as she felt him stiffen in her hand.
"But I gotta pee!" Ron protested.
That killed the mood. With a sour look, Shego let go of Ron and he scrambled off the couch and ran for the bathroom.
"Well, so much for that." Shego muttered as the bathroom door slammed. "I think I'll go start the coffee."
Turning on her heel, she headed for the kitchen.
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Shego had just gotten the coffee started when Ron came into the kitchen, still in his boxers.
"Morning sunshine." she greeted him.
"Morning." Ron returned her greeting. "Question."
"Yeah?" Shego asked as she got down a couple of mugs.
"Why are we up at oh-dark-thirty?" Ron asked.
Putting the mugs on the counter Shego turned to look at Ron. "We're going to go see my parents." she answered. "Remember?"
Ron winced at the memory. "Oh, yeah, that's right." he said. "Forgot. Sorry."
Shego shrugged. "It's okay. We're all sluggish in the morning." she said. "Anyways, like I said, we're going out to California, so you might want to stop by your parents-"
She was cut off by Ron's violently shaking his head. "No." he said. "Bad idea. Very bad idea."
"What?" Shego asked, arching an eyebrow. "Your parents seemed to like me..."
"That's because they were glad to see me alive, Shego." Ron explained. "We tell her this now, my Mom is going to completely lose it."
"You sure?" Shego asked. "'Cause like I said, your parents seemed okay with me, once you explained things..."
Ron gave Shego a deadpan. "Uh huh." Ron said. "Oh, hey, Mom, Dad, I forgot to tell ya: That supervillianess I've partnered up with got me drunk and I knocked her up. Thanks, bye." he added sarcastically. "How do you think they're gonna take it?"
"Oh." Shego said. "When you put it like that... so, when are you gonna tell them?" she asked.
"When the kid's graduated college." Ron answered, rubbing his eye with heel of his hand.
Shego folded her arms and gave Ron a look. "I'm serious, Ron." she said. "When are you gonna tell them? They need to know that they're going to be grandparents."
Ron sighed, looked down at the table for a second, then back up at her. "Hey, why are you so insistent on this?" he asked.
Shego chewed on her lip for a second before answering. "I just think it's important, that's all." she said. "I think that they should know."
"Since when have you ever cared about anything like that?" Ron asked.
Shego shrugged. "You get knocked up, it changes your perspective on a few things." she replied. "Anyways, back to my question, you gonna tell 'em?"
"Yeah." Ron said. "Just not now. When Drakken's dead."
Shego nodded and looked back at the coffeepot, which now had just over two cups worth in the pitcher.
Pulling it off the burner, she poured them each a cup and put it back to finish perking.
"Sounds like a good idea." she said. "You gonna wait to tell the cheerleaders parents that your alive when the Doc's dead too?"
"Might as well." Ron said. "Sounds more appropriate, anyways."
"That's true." Shego said as she brought the mugs over. "Giving the parents of your best friend closure by bringing vengeance to her killer- you can't beat that."
"Yeah." Ron said as he took a mug from Shego. "So when do we leave?"
Shego looked at the clock on the kitchen wall. "I'm figuring about eight, nine o'clock." she said. "Gives us plenty of time to shower and pack. "
"Good."
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Evans sat up when his computer dinged, alerting him to a fresh e-mail. Opening it up, he read the contents, frowned, and got up out of his chair.
"Hey, LT, you got a moment?" he asked, knocking on Lt. Mendez's door.
"Sure." Mendez said, looking up from his own computer. "What is it, Sargent?"
"I got an interesting email from Mr. Load." Evans said as he stepped into the Lieutenant's office. "Apparently Dr's Anne and James Possible had some interesting hobbies when they were younger."
"Huh?" was Mendez's reaction. "Care to elaborate, Sargent?"
"Porn, sir." Evans said, his expression a perfect poker face.
"Really." Mendez said. "And I take it this relevant to the matters at hand?"
Evans nodded. "Yes, sir." he said. "Wade thinks it's Drakkens work."
Mendez leaned back in his chair and arched an eyebrow at Evans. "What do you think?" he asked.
"I think he's right." Evans said without hesitation. "It fits with his previous actions; it's aimed right at the Possibles. It drags them down into the mud."
"Not to mention damaging their professional reputations." Mendez pointed out. "Remember, Mrs Possible is a neurosurgeon and Mr Possible is an aerospace engineer."
"That too, sir." Evans agreed.
"Alright." Mendez said, leaning his chair forward. "Tell him to follow it up. We might get something from it."
"He already has." Evans said. "He said he's hit a brick wall."
That made Mendez look up. "Really." he said.
Evans nodded. "Yes, sir." he said. "Mr Load is asking to enlist outside help."
"What kind of outside help?" asked Mendez.
"The Yamanuchi, sir." Evans answered. "He says that they have the resources he needs."
Mendez smiled at the Sargent's answer. "Well, then, how fortunate for us." he said. "I think it's time that Mr Load, Mr Stoppable, and Ms Goizargi's paths crossed, don't you think?"
A slight smile ghosted on Evans lips as he nodded. "Yes, sir." he said. "I'll be right on that, sir."
"Dismissed." Mendez said, and Evans turned to leave. "Oh and Sargent?"
"Yes sir?" Evans asked, looking over his shoulder.
"That porn any good?" Mendez asked.
Evans shrugged. "Dunno." he answered. "Load didn't provide any links- but I imagine it is pretty good. Mrs Possible looks like she could suck start a Hemi Cuda. "
"Well, make sure you get copies- for investigative purposes, of course." Mendez said.
"Of course, sir."
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Wade's brows creased when he heard the chiming of an incoming call. Clicking the icon in the lower left corner of his screen, a media bar popped up on the center of his screen, indicating that it was an audio only call.
"Yes?" Wade asked.
"This is Keeper of the Keys." an electronically distorted voice said.
"Oh." Wade said, straightening up slightly. "You got my email?" he asked.
"Yes." Keeper answered. "And we want you to go ahead with it- but under these conditions: You're contact with the Yamanuchi is to be through Stoppable."
"Wha- how?" Wade asked. "I can't contact him. He doesn't have his cell phone or his Kimmunicator on him. All I have is intermittent transmissions from his tracking chip."
"We have forwarded the number you can reach him at via an anonymous email." Keeper told him. "It also contains your cover story on how you were able to find him."
"Oh." Wade said, and deflated slightly.
"You are not to tell him that you work for us, understand? Under no circumstances is he to be told that information." Keeper told him.
Wade nodded. "I-I understand." he said."I haven't forgotten that..."
"Good." Keeper told him. "We just wanted to make sure you remembered that."
Wade gulped nervously, remembering how he had contacted MHI first with Ron's whereabouts rather than telling GATEKEEPER about it first.
"T-thank you." he said, stuttering slightly. "Is that all?"
"No." Keeper said. "Keep up the good work."
And with a beep, Keeper disconnected. Wade spent several moments staring at the screen, trying to get his blood pressure below 80 psi. Finally, after a few minutes, when he had calmed himself down enough to be able to move his hand with it shaking like he was having an epileptic fit, he clicked over to his email program and opened the email that GATEKEEPER had sent him.
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They were about two hours to the Utah/Colorado border when Ron's phone rang.
"The hell?" Ron asked as he stared at the ringing lump in his pocket.
"You gonna answer it?" Shego asked.
"Yeah." Ron said, and began to dig around in his pocket. "I'm just wondering who the hell is calling me."
Shego frowned and kept her attention focused on the road ahead. "You didn't slip your parents your number, did you?"
"No." Ron said. "Maybe it's one of those GATEKEEPER guys calling."
"Knowing our luck..." Shego grumbled.
Pulling the phone out, Ron flipped it open and put it to his ear.
"Hello?" he asked cautiously.
"Ron?" a very familiar voice on the other end asked.
Ron's eyes grew to the size of diner plates as he recognized the voice. "Wade?" he asked. "How did you find me?"
"I cross referenced the signal from your tracking chip with cell phone signals." Wade explained. "But that's not important. Where have you been?"
"It's a long story." Ron said, looking at the hand containing his tracking chip. "Whats this about my tracking chip?" he asked.
"I used to find you-" Wade began.
"Tracking chip?" Shego asked from the drivers seat, not being to keep from overhearing Ron's side of the conversation. "What tracking chip -BAISE !" she screamed when she remembered what Ron was talking about. "FUCK! MERDE ! ¡MIERDA! Chết tiệt!"
"Who's that?" Wade asked, hearing the multilingual swearing of Shego.
"That's Shego." Ron said.
"SHEGO!" Wade exclaimed. "Ron, what's she-!"
"WADE! Long. Story." Ron interrupted. "I need to know just how deep that chip is implanted into my hand."
"Not very." Wade said, mentally switching gears. "It's just below the skin. You should be able to feel it as a slight bump..."
"Okay." Ron said, feeling around on the back of his hand. "There it is." he said when he felt it under his thumb. "Shego!"
Shego paused in her cursing to glance at Ron. "Yeah, what?" she asked.
"You got a knife?" he asked.
"Yeah, there's one the glove box- wait you're not going to" she started to say as Ron flipped the glove box open. "Dammit Ron, not while were driving!"
"Hey Wade, you mind waiting a second?" Ron asked.
"Uh, yeah, sure." Wade said, trying his level best to not understand what was going on.
He heard the thumps as the phone was put down, Shego yelling at Ron, a grunt of pain, a sudden spike in noise as what sounded like a widow being rolled down, then the phone was picked back up.
"Okay." Ron said as the road noise abruptly faded out. "I'm back. You were saying?"
"Ron..." Wade asked slowly. "What did you do?"
"I got rid of the tracking chip." Ron answered. "Cripes, that hurts."
"I don't want to know, do I?" Wade asked as Ron's tracking icon suddenly appeared on his map, the icon blinking steadily.
"No, you don't." Ron said. "So, tracking chip. How long have you been following me?"
"Not long." Wade answered. "I was able to follow you for a little while in Florida and through parts of Georgia, but it cut out and I wasn't able to pick it back up again until about ten minutes ago."
"So, for the last three or four days you haven't been able to find me?" he asked.
"No." Wade answered.
"Hold on again, would ya?" Ron asked.
"Sure." Wade said.
There was a scraping sound, like the microphone on the cell being covered by a hand, then there was muffled conversation followed by the sound of the hand being removed.
"Wade?" Ron asked.
"Yeah?" asked Wade.
"I know you probably have a million questions to ask me right now, but they're going to have to wait." Ron explained. "I need you to scramble us a private flight out of Go City International by tomorrow evening, to Japan."
On his end, Wade's jaw dropped open. "Wow." he said. "That's just weird."
"What? Why?" Ron asked.
"I think I may have found a way to find Drakken, but I was going to need the Yamanuchi's help." Wade explained. "I was calling you to ask for your help..."
On his end Ron laughed. "No Wade, that just means our luck has just taken a bon diggity turn for the better." he said. "You think you can get us that flight?" he asked.
"Oh, easily." Wade said as he got an instant message from The Prince. "Piece of cake."
"Good." Ron said. "Talk to you later."
"Later."
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Authors note: And now things start to get interesting... As always, read and review, please!