Authors Note: Thanks to everyone who's following this story. Your support is truly appreciated. And a big thank you to Brandon for beta reading. You are a king among men.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible.
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"Does it feel good tonight, hurt me with nothing,
Some sort of sick satisfaction you get from mind fucking,
Oh stripped down to my naked core,
The darkest corners of my mind are yours,
That's where you live, that's where you breathe."
~Apocalyptica, 'S.O.S.'
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Numerous pairs of eyes were staring in amazement at the figure that was standing over the screaming body of Monkey Fist. They saw Shego, but that couldn't be. She was already standing in the room next to Dr. Drakken. They looked back at her as if expecting some kind of explanation. She didn't have one. She merely continued staring at the person who looked and sounded exactly like her. With a low growl she turned to look at her employer.
"What did I tell you about cloning me!" she screamed.
Drakken's grip on the Tempus Simia tightened as he was chastised. But he knew he had done nothing wrong. Still though, old habits were hard to break.
"Shego, I didn't do this. I didn't make a clone of you," he said in his defense.
The villainess put her hands on her hips as her eyes narrowed on him.
"Oh yeah? Then who did? You think monkey boy did this? Or the psychotic sidekick? As much as it pains me to say this, you're the only one here smart enough to get away with cloning me. In fact screw the getting away with part; you're the only one smart enough to clone me period."
He normally would have taken that as a compliment. Compliments were not something you could pass up when they came from Shego's mouth. But right now he was in no position to be feeling smug about what she had said. There was a second Shego standing in the room, a Shego that he had not made.
"I don't know who made her, but it wasn't me…" he said before lowering his voice. He sidled up next to her and moved his hand to shield his lips from the rest. "And if you ask me, I don't think we can trust a clone of you that I didn't create."
Shego nodded in agreement as her eyes reverted their gaze back to her doppelganger. Whoever, whatever she was, she could not be trusted. If Drakken didn't make her who did? She figured she would resort to her usual tactic to find out, being blunt.
"Hey, you," she said pointing to the Supreme One. "Who are you and where did you come from? Whose ass am I going to have to kick for making a clone of me?"
The Supreme One chuckled softly at the question.
"Ya know, you'd be amazed at how little you'll change in the next twenty years," she said.
Shego's brow furrowed in confusion at the response. Clearly this imposter wasn't about to answer when asked verbally.
"You know what? That's okay," she smirked. "I have ways of making you talk."
The Supreme One waved her hand dismissively at the threat.
"I'm not here for you, dear," she said as her eyes focused on Drakken. "I'm here for that."
Shego looked to see her pointing at Drakken. More specifically at what he was holding.
"Oh yeah? And why do you want it?"
"What would you do if I told you I wasn't a clone?"
"You know she does look a bit too old to be a clone of you," Drakken said. "Or if she is, whoever did it did a real shoddy job."
A pair of fists angrily ignited with emerald energy upon hearing these words. The Supreme One unconsciously took a step forward towards him.
"I had forgotten how lippy you could get without an obedience collar around your neck," she told him. "It's been too quiet these past few months. I've even missed your little quips. But it's okay. Soon everything will be back to normal."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" he asked, moving a step sideways to stand behind Shego.
"It means give me the Tempus Simia. If you do then nobody will get hurt. Well, nobody except him," she said as she glanced down at Monkey Fist.
He wasn't screaming anymore. He wasn't even moving. Shego figured that he had probably passed out from the pain. It was understandable; a person who got their arm snapped in the completely wrong direction probably wouldn't be able to take too much of that torment. For a brief second she felt pity for the disgraced nobleman. But those thoughts vanished when she remembered who he was. She also had to keep her mind on the task at hand. She and Drakken were in possession of the Tempus Simia. Apparently two people wanted to take it from them. She glanced over to see Ron still standing there. He was injured but far from out of the fight. But he had by now learned his lesson about facing her so openly.
"Yeah, sorry. Not happening," Shego chuckled. "You're going to have to take it from us. And clone or not, I don't think you can take me."
"Did everyone just forget about me or something?" Ron bellowed. "Pay attention to me! I am not a sidekick anymore! I am not a number! I am a human being!"
Shego knew that to be true. While he was quite obviously insane, he had proven to be a threat. He had broken out of Drakken's lair while neutralizing her in the process. Sure he may have had Camille smack her in the head with a wrench to do so, but it was the result that mattered. Like it or not he may still have some tricks up his sleeve. And that meant he could not be ignored.
"Yeah yeah, whatever, sidekick," she taunted. Though she may have taken him as a serious threat, she knew that addressing him like that would make him angry. And letting your emotions get the better of you in a fight could spell disaster.
"I am not a sidekick!" he repeated.
He rushed at her again, sending a fist flying at her face. She blocked the strike with a forearm before sending her own fist into his chest. The blow slammed into him like a hammer, sending him stumbling back to catch his breath. She had been right about his anger making him sloppy.
Ron quickly recovered from the injury and was back upon her in an instant. Another punch was deflected by the villainess. She tried to counter him the same was as before. But this time he was ready for her, and brought his own free hand to block hers. With both pairs of hands busy he took the opportunity to thrust the top of his forehead into the bridge of her nose. Shego's head snapped backwards as she stumbled away from him. Her eyes were widened in shock as she looked at the salivating former teen hero. His own eyes too were wide, but she figured it was for a far different reason than her own.
Shego ignited her claws and leapt at him, prepared to tear him apart. A slash with her right hand was caught at her wrist by one of his large hands, while her left succeeded in tearing a large gash in his black mission shirt. He moved a leg behind her and kicked her feet out from under her, all the while maintaining his grip on her right wrist. As she fell backwards he came down with her. She recovered quickly however, and used the momentum of the fall to kick him up and over her as she landed on her back. His grip was finally released from her as he was sent flying through the air several feet before landing on his stomach and chin.
He growled angrily as he stood up, more saliva dripping from his red chin. He embodied his mad dog mascot head perfectly at this moment both in appearance and demeanor.
The Supreme One was momentarily caught up in the moment as a wave of déjà vu hit her.
"Fighting… you know, it's fun to watch," she said softly to herself.
Knowing that this was the perfect moment to get the Tempus Simia, she began making her way toward the now vulnerable Dr. Drakken. He would be absolutely no trouble in convincing to hand the idol over. But then an all too familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Shego!"
The Supreme One slowly turned to face the entrance of the temple. Kim Possible strutted into the room calmly. The teen's face was relaxed, and she thought that there was even a tiny hint of a smirk on it. The Supreme One narrowed her eyes at the newcomer as she clenched her fists.
"Well well, it's so nice of the princess to finally show up," she said mockingly. "I was beginning to think this wasn't going to be a challenge at all."
Kim brought her fists up into a defensive position as she stared down her foe.
"You're like, totally going down," she said. "And wait, why are there two of you?"
"Oh there will be plenty of time for explanations later. After all, soon I'll have nothing but time on my hands."
Kim looked past her to see the portal next to the altar still open. She didn't know what exactly it was or where it led to, but she was certain that it was bad.
She strode over to stand near the shaft of light from the ceiling that illuminated the room. She extended her arm towards The Supreme One and motioned with her fingers to come and get her.
"Bring it," Kim said arrogantly. "Unless you're scared to get beaten by me again."
The Supreme One was not afraid. She had never been afraid of Kim in her life. And to see her, hear her taunting her like this only enraged her. That child needed to know her place. She needed to be taught what happened when someone dared to defy the Supreme One.
Her hands blazed with fury equal to what she felt inside her for her old nemesis. It had been too many months since she had actually fought against another person. It had been even longer since that person had been Kim. She was going to enjoy this.
As she moved to strike her teenage foe, she hesitated when she saw Kim raise her arms to shield herself from the blow. That wasn't like her. But why would she…
The answer hit her hard. Literally.
A boot smashed into the back of her head, knocking her forward as she crashed face first onto the floor of the temple. Looking up she was sure that she was hallucinating. It was her worst nightmare. Two Kim's stood over her. The one she had spoken with had a smug smirk on her face while the other appeared to be all business. But how could there be two? It all became clear when she saw the first Kim morph into an all too familiar face.
"Way to wait 'til the last moment, Kim," Camille huffed.
Kim threw her an annoyed look at the blonde.
"Yeah, I almost felt like letting her knock you around for a few seconds," she said before looking back at the Supreme One. "Then I remembered that I'm nothing like you. I'm a hero. And I wouldn't let anyone, not even someone as messed up as you get needlessly hurt."
Camille's fists clenched as she gritted her teeth.
"Shut up, Kim," she growled. "At least I'm not wearing that crime against fashion."
Kim did not look the same as she had on the plane. Her black top and dark green cargo pants were gone. Instead she wore a skin-tight white outfit that left no curve on her unexplored. Camille figured that this was what must have been the unusual white clothing underneath the mission outfit. Kim must have removed the unneeded mission clothes when she was on top of the temple waiting for her cue. But what exactly it was or what purpose it served she did not know. All she knew was that she thought it looked hideous.
The blue rings that ran around her arms as well as the patches that covered her elbows and knees glowed softly as she turned to face The Supreme One. The villainess had by now recovered from the surprise attack and was only even more infuriated. Kim was more than willing to add onto the anger.
"Hey Shego, are those crow's feet I see by your eyes?" she grinned.
Rather than showing a reaction to the verbal jab, the Supreme One merely flipped her hair back over her shoulder before speaking.
"So the real Kimmie actually did show up. That's fine, though I would have liked to teach blondie a lesson," she said nodding toward Camille. "You've turned out to be a second rate pawn and a real thorn in my side."
"What are you talking about?" Camille wondered.
"What, you think you're clever or something? You think that all of this was your plan? Or Drakken's plan? Do you honestly believe that either of you are smart enough to conceive the brilliance of bringing all of this together?"
"Um, can you be any vaguer?" Kim asked.
"You, Camille, were just my puppet. You danced to my tune, you did exactly what I wanted you to do. You got with the sidekick and broke up Team Possible. Just like I wanted. But then you had to go and prove what a complete failure and loser you really are. You couldn't even seduce that pathetic boy properly. So I had to step in and use the attitudinator on him to give Possible here a nice little distraction until I completed my plan. And you know what? It worked! Look at my other little puppet dance for me over there."
Kim and Camille saw Ron fighting Shego. It was a lot more even than it should have been. Kim knew from her experience with him and Yori that he had some kind of power that she couldn't even imagine. But she had never truly seen it manifest itself. Was he really some kind of master of mystical kung fu like Monkey Fist? If so why hadn't he ever shown it before? But watching him in action made her questions seem irrelevant. Seeing was believing. And right now she believed that he did possess some kind of ability that she knew next to nothing about.
As Camille watched this she began shaking her head. She was no one's pawn. She was the manipulator. Other people didn't control her. She didn't let them. It was the main reason why she lied. It was one of the reasons she kept other people at arm's length. Not only did she know for a fact that she was superior to everyone else, she knew that letting them get close to her would only result in pain. That's what life was all about. She knew that letting herself get attached to something or someone would only end with her losing it. It was better to use and manipulate everyone around her for her own benefit than to open up to them. When people opened up they only got hurt because of it.
Now she was hearing that she was the one being manipulated and controlled all along. She refused to believe it. She would deny it until the day she died. Camille Leon didn't get used. Camille Leon didn't get played. She played everyone else. That was her strength. That was her pleasure. That was her drug.
The Supreme One noticed the look of horror on the blonde's face and began laughing.
"What's wrong Camille? Did I strike a nerve? Is hearing the truth of your sad little existence really that bad for you?"
Kim hated to admit it, but she was actually getting a good deal of satisfaction from seeing Shego tear Camille down like this. She couldn't stop the smile from spreading on her lips. Someone had finally put that horrible sociopath in her place. She was just upset that it couldn't have been her doing it. But then another thought struck her. All of this manipulation, all of these ploys and games were the result of Shego's plan. But how was Shego standing right before her if she was fighting Ron at the same time?
She looked over at Ron and Shego once more before returning her attention to the Shego that stood before her.
"Who are you?" she asked bluntly.
"I'm Shego. From the future."
Kim sighed as she shook her head.
"Wow, I'm just surrounded by crazy people…" she said as she glanced at Camille.
The blonde's hands were gripping the top of her head as she stared at the ground with wide eyes.
"Shut up…" Camille whispered. "Shut up… I don't want to hear you…"
Kim blew a strand of hair from her face as she raised her arms in preparation to fight Shego.
"Whatever," she said dismissively at Camille before looking back at The Supreme One. "The important thing is that you said that you're responsible for what happened to Ron. And that means that I am going to bring you down. You don't know what you've put me through. You don't know the torment I've had to live in for weeks because of you. Mark my words Shego, I am going to end you."
Kim saw The Supreme One's teeth as she grinned widely.
"Out there… in here…" she said softly.
"What?"
"What? Oh, nothing. Just words you'll never hear in this timeline. I made sure of that. You'd be amazed at how many different universes are out there. It all depends on when the timeline split."
"Okay, what's all this stuff about the future and timelines? Are you some unstable, and might I add really old clone of Shego or something?"
The Supreme One looked past her at Dr. Drakken who was still standing next to the altar watching Ron and Shego fight.
"You still haven't figured out what the Tempus Simia does yet, have you?"
"No, but if you and every other villain wants it I figure it can't be good."
"What if I told you there was a way you could make all the drama and angst that's invaded your life in these past few weeks just disappear?"
"Then I'd say you're even crazier than you've made yourself sound."
The Supreme One knew very well how potent psychological warfare could be. She also knew how effective distracting a person was. If she could get Kim's mind focused on something else, wishing for something, she would be even easier to defeat. Having Kim think about getting the Tempus Simia to save Ron would throw her off her game. And it had a few extra perks as well.
"With the Tempus Simia you could travel back in time to before Camille came and completely ruined your life. Think about it. No Camille, no turning Stoppable against you, no attitudinator, no sexy adventure time for the sidekick…"
The words hit Kim like a sack of bricks. It made sense. Sort of. Time monkey. Did the time monkey really have the ability to travel through time? She couldn't think of any other possible explanation for its name or why the super villain community sought it so desperately. But then again why would Shego tell her this? Telling her what the idol only helped her.
"What's your angle here, Shego? Why are you telling me about that thing?"
"Okay I've had enough of the Shego talk. First of all, my name is the Supreme One. Well actually it's my title, but you will address me as The Supreme One regardless. Got it?"
"Someone's arrogant."
"Yeah, uh huh. I get it. You like your snippy little remarks. Second, I told you this because I want you to know the opportunity you're about to lose. It's not enough to just beat you. You have to know that there was a chance you could have saved your best friend, a chance you could have made everything right, and you let it slip through your fingers. I want to see the look on your face when I'm standing over your broken body with a boot on your neck and triumphantly holding the Tempus Simia idol before I go and get my rightful future back."
The words sounded disturbingly familiar. Her thoughts flashed back to the gymnasium where Camille told her that she got off on watching her world crumble around her when she knew it was coming. It was the same sick, twisted pleasure of watching a person suffer and knowing that they could do nothing to stop it.
Her thoughts turned to Ron now that she knew this information. If what Shego was saying was true then all of this could be erased. All of this could never happen. She and Ron could still be best friends. Ron would never get together with Camille. Ron's life would never be in danger. It was like a dream come true. She turned to see Ron still struggling in his fight against the other Shego. It was a painful mistake.
The Supreme One's fist crashed into Kim's jaw. The force behind the blow knocked Kim to the ground and had her skidding on her back for several feet. Had she not been wearing her new, experimental super suit she was sure that she would have lost a lot of skin. But the suit endured. Wade's genius had paid off once again.
She was slow to get to her feet and surprised that Shego had not pressed her advantage. But seeing the arrogant smirk on her opponent's face, Kim figure that she didn't think she needed to keep the pressure on. She would prove the villainess horribly wrong.
The Supreme One claws went ablaze once more as she threw a bolt of green energy at her hated teen nemesis. Kim was ready for such an event. One of the suit's defense mechanisms had been designed purely with Shego in mind. The suit's skin on Kim's right forearm morphed into a long basket similar to that of a lacrosse stick. She easily caught the energy blast in the basket and threw it back at its owner. The Supreme One had to leap out of the way of her own attack. She rolled neatly on the ground and was back on her feet in no time.
"Well well, I see that you got an upgrade in this timeline too," The Supreme One said. "Too bad you're still not in my league."
"Blah blah blah, stop talking about timelines. I don't break a sweat beating you here, and the same would apply to any other place."
"You go ahead and keep thinking that. But soon you'll learn that twenty years of practice goes a long way."
"Face it Shego. You're nothing without your plasma. Thanks to my upgrade as you called it, I don't even have to dodge it anymore. And I can throw it right back at you."
"Okay then," the villainess sneered. "Looks like we're doing this old school."
"You'd know all about old school wouldn't ya, grandma?"
The villainess snarled as she charged at him with her hands still blazing. She struck left and right with her glowing claws, only for them to be deflected by Kim's hands and forearms. Each time she struck Kim's battle suit erupted with blue energy of its own. Clearly her own energy was not about to penetrate the advanced skin of the suit. She would just have to find another way to crush her teen foe.
The Supreme One threw another punch aimed at Kim knowing it would get deflected. As this was occurring she lashed out with her leg intent on putting it into Kim's sternum. The blow caught Kim squarely sending her back a couple steps. Not one to be deterred, Kim returned the favor as she spun around to deliver a savage kick of her own. Shego caught her leg and spun around to throw Kim behind her. The redhead landed hard in a crouch and looked up just in time to see another surge of green energy coming her way. She morphed her battle suit to catch it again, and again threw it back where it had originated. This time Shego was not expecting her assault to be countered though, and the blast hit her midsection. But it would take much more than that to knocker her out of the fight.
"Still haven't learned your lesson?" Kim smirked.
The Supreme One grinned in return. She hadn't felt pain like that in years. It made her feel alive again.
"What can I say? Old habits are hard to break. But you, you'll be easy."
Once the two women had recovered Kim sent a fist of her own at the villainess' face, but the older woman had not gotten to where she had been by being weak. Shego grabbed the extended arm and pulled Kim toward her as she fell backwards. Shego had been expecting the fall and so braced herself to land on her backside. Kim however was unprepared for the development and had only a fraction of a second to brace herself for the fall with her left hand. She was only partially successful, for while she landed hard on her left wrist, her forehead too came crashing down on the ground.
The Supreme One twisted and wrenched the arm that she still had a grip on against Kim's own body. She had the perfect leverage, as Kim was lying flat on her stomach while Shego had picked herself up and was kneeling beside the teen. The redhead cried out in pain as she felt like her arm was about to pop out of its socket. And then it came. Kim screamed as she felt her arm separate from her shoulder. Shego continued to put pressure on her which only resulted in further audible agony. But when it seemed she was about to black out from the pain of it all she suddenly felt relief. She could no longer feel Shego's body against her own. She stood as quickly as she could and saw that new players had arrived.
"Sorry to interrupt your little game," Dash said. "But maybe you should let the professionals handle this."
Kim saw Dash and Burn standing side by side as they faced down The Supreme One. A look to her right showed that the third member of Team Impossible, Crash, was with Junior kneeling down beside the still Monkey Fist. Kim remembered that he was skilled in emergency medicine. He was going to do what he could to help the injured super villain.
"I had everything under control," Kim protested. "Leave her to me. This is way too personal."
Dash slapped Kim on her right shoulder which resulted in her crying out in pain. Kim looked embarrassed that she had displayed such weakness in front of both Team Impossible and Shego. But there was no hiding the fact that she was indeed injured.
"You should get that checked out by Crash," he said calmly. "You're no good in a fight with a dislocated shoulder."
Kim hated letting her enemies and equals alike see her like this. She hated letting other people do what she felt was her job. And it was her job. This involved Ron. She had to save him. They didn't care like she did. They didn't understand the direness of the situation.
"But-"
Dash cut her off before she could continue.
"Do you want me to hit your arm again?"
Kim shot him a dirty look. It wasn't because of his arrogance. It was because he was right. She was useless against someone as powerful as Shego without one of her arms. Like it or not she had to sit out, at least for the moment. She had to let Team Impossible help her in more ways than one. She had to get her shoulder back into fighting shape before she could continue the struggle.
"Fine. You just hold her off until I get back."
"Hold her off? Please, Ms. Possible. Burn and I are going to wipe the floor with this second-rate villain."
Kim could only nod before she jogged over to where Crash was kneeling.
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Ron ducked the swinging fist of Shego and sent one of his own in return. It too failed to land its mark. The two warriors had been fighting for several minutes now with neither able to gain an upper hand.
He lashed out with a hard kick, but rather than avoiding or deflecting the attack, Shego caught his boot. Ron stood there hopping on his left foot for a few moments before deciding to take a gamble. Imitating a professional wrestling move he had seen all too many times, he jumped up with his left leg to swing it at Shego's face. The blow connected with the side of the villainess' head sending her down to her hands and knees. Ron too landed on the ground but was much quicker to recover.
While she was still kneeling on the ground he swung furiously in hopes of knocking her out of the fight. She caught the fist with both of her ignited hands, searing the black leather off of his hand. His charred, ruined glove fell to the ground in ashes as he yelped in pain. He took a step back blowing on his burned hand. It was all that Shego needed.
A fierce uppercut was delivered to his gut. He doubled over gripping his abdomen. The same fist came crashing down on the side of his head, sending him down on all fours. He knelt there coughing and wheezing as he desperately tried to catch his breath. But she would have none of it. She viciously kicked him in his ribs, forcing him down onto the ground on his side. He clutched his body as he continued coughing.
Shego shook her head sadly at her fallen opponent. He had been doing well enough for a few minutes. But in the end he didn't have the stamina or experience needed to take her on. When she looked up she saw Kim next to Monkey Fist, Junior, and another man. Two other strangers who wore the same blue uniform as the other were currently battling her twin. She still didn't know exactly what was going on, but whatever it was it couldn't be good. She was still regaining her breath as she moved next to Dr. Drakken.
"Do you have any idea what's going on over there?" she asked.
He scratched the side of his head with his hand that wasn't holding the Tempus Simia.
"Well I only heard bits and pieces of it. Something about timelines and plans and crow's feet. But I'm sure I heard something about the Tempus Simia and time travel."
Shego frowned when she looked down at the grinning monkey idol. It reminded her of Monkey Fist. That arrogant, psychotic freak. Only he would be so deranged as to want something like this. She had heard his explanation about time travel. She still didn't want to believe it. But seeing a copy of her standing before her eyes said more than Monkey Fist ever could. It was real. It had to be.
"So what are we going to do with it?"
"I really don't know. There's that portal thingy back there," Drakken said pointing behind the altar. "Do you think we should go in it?"
"Hmm, the two of us walking into a mysterious portal, not knowing who or what is on the other side? Are you nuts? There's no way I'm going into that thing."
"Yes, me too. But still… what are we going to do with this thing?" he said as he hefted the idol in his arms.
"I suppose we should try to find out what Monkey Fist knows about it. And in order to do that we need to get rid of all these pests," she said as she looked at the numerous people who were inside the temple.
"I agree. But… how are we going to do that?"
"Easy. First we let them fight each other. Then when there's only one or two left they'll be weak. That's when-"
Her sentence was cut off as she screamed. It was more out of shock than actual pain. She looked down to see Ron on his stomach next to her. A syringe was stuck in her ankle.
"See you in two minutes," he grinned.
Shego was about to try to hit him but it was too late. Like the first time she had been injected with his tranquilizer, she fell to the floor and was out cold.
Ron stood up and brushed the dust and dirt off of his body. He looked at Drakken with a psychotic grin on his face.
"Looks like you and me have some alone time until she wakes up. Two minutes should be plenty for you to give me the idol. Now hand it over."
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Kim knelt down next to Crash. He was still examining Monkey Fist's injured arm. He had had to rip open the black gi to see the full extent of the wound. The sight made Kim sick.
His arm at the elbow was bent the completely wrong way. The joint was swollen to an unbelievable extent. Worse still, tiny shards of bone were poking through the skin. Kim had never seen a compound fracture up close and personal. She was thankful that her mother was a brain surgeon and didn't have to look at this kind of thing on a daily basis. It was vile. Even through the glistening blood she could tell that the entire area was discolored dark purple.
Crash shook his head in frustration as he began bandaging the injury the best he could.
"This is beyond what I can do with the equipment I have here," he said angrily. Apparently he took great pride in his first aid skills. "I'll do what I can to stop the bleeding, but this man needs surgery."
Kim nodded absentmindedly. She wasn't focusing on his words. She couldn't get her eyes off of the horrific wound. She didn't even know how it had happened. But she had a good guess as to who was responsible.
Crash tore off his bloody gloves and looked up at Kim. He noticed her right shoulder slumping.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked.
"Dislocated shoulder. Do you think you-"
Kim cried out once more as Crash gripped and manipulated her arm. She heard and felt the slight pop of her arm returning into its proper location in its socket. After the initial pain had passed she tried to move her arm at the shoulder. Crash grabbed her once again to stop her.
"Wait," he said as he reached into a small pouch on his waist. He pulled out a tiny syringe.
Kim unconsciously backed away at the object. She remembered what had happened the last time someone had stuck a needle into her.
"What's wrong? Is the great Kim Possible afraid of needles?"
"No… no it's not that. Just the last time someone stuck me with one of those I was unconscious for three hours. I can't afford to have that happen again."
"Relax. It's just morphine. It will help make the pain in your shoulder go away so you can get back in the fight. You won't have your full range of motion back and there will still be some pain, but at least you'll be able to perform."
Kim nodded as she rolled up a sleeve of her battle suit. Crash reached back into his pouch to grab a gauze pad and rubbing alcohol. Kim grabbed his wrist and shook her head.
"No time for that. Just do it."
Crash frowned as he took the needle and stuck it in one of her visible veins. Kim winced at the slight discomfort but otherwise did nothing to show that she had felt any pain.
By now Junior had gathered the courage to speak. Seeing the horrors in front of him had made him speechless, and witnessing Kim being stuck with a syringe did nothing to help. He hated needles.
"Kim, what is going on?" he asked.
Kim could hear the very real fear in his voice. She couldn't blame him. She saw that Dash and Burn were getting battered by the Supreme One. She saw that the other Shego was on the ground and not moving. And she saw that Ron was walking menacingly toward Drakken.
"I… I don't have time to explain."
Without saying another word she rushed back deeper into the temple. She saw an opening. The Tempus Simia was there for the taking. She could reset everything. She could make things right again. Now, ironically, only Ron stood in the way of her getting their lives back… and saving his.