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Kim Possible: Dark Destiny

By LJ58

5

It took nine days to get ready for the planned attack on Dementor.

Nine days to prepare, plan, and then craft the equipment she anticipated needing.

To her surprise, the lab Drakken gave her for her use was very well stocked. It just didn't have anything even remotely resembling a pan-dimensional vortex inducer in it. Of course, it wasn't his main lab, as she quickly learned, which meant she still had to find a way to get into that one without anyone thinking it odd, or suspicious.

For now, though, she had a mission.

Which was best carried out incognito.

Because the last thing she needed was announcing her arrival wearing Shego's colors. So she crafted a set of 'mission gear' as best she could out of available garments, and got ready to depart on a hired jet.

She went in low, and under a fog off the Normandy coast, which was rather ironic considering the history there, and used that fog to cover her as she flew low over the blasted terrain that looked as if France, and much of the surrounding landscape, had been hit by a nuke.

It wasn't radioactive, but it was still pretty bad.

It made her mad when she saw the extent of the damage, and the countless graves. Didn't these idiots realize what they were doing to the world?

Well, she had a plan of her own in play, and it was going to take some split-second planning, or she was not going to survive to worry about the rest of the planet. Because this Dementor, like Drakken, had obviously gotten a lot darker, and didn't mind just outright killing his enemies either.

She flew through the night, landing in a rare, surviving fortress just outside the city where Dementor, now calling himself The Chancellor, had a grand palace. To his credit, she could see Demenz was slowly rebuilding the shattered cities around him, and trying to terraform wastelands left by the fighting.

Even Drakken wasn't bothering with that one. He was apparently just wiping out enemies, and leaving the survivors to fend for themselves. Usually without any infrastructure, or support. Let alone resources.

She used the remaining darkness to creep into the city, and used the allies to get closer to the palace walls.

Just before dawn, she used her new grapple to carry her up, and over the walls, and crept into the palace using magnetic gloves to scale his walls, since Demenz obviously built high, and with steel.

There was, after all, a lot of scrap metal left lay with all the ruined weapons, robots, and more used by both sides. She checked her VR GPS, and quickly slipped into a window, and scrambled down a hall she knew led to Dementor's private quarters according to their best Intel. She reached the door, and froze, diving into another open room when she heard men approaching with the steady, methodical march of a patrol.

Henches, soldiers, or goons in general, they all had the same walk.

She listened from behind the door, hearing them approach, then walk on by. Then fade.

Opening the door, she peered out into the hall, and started to leave when she heard someone clear their voice.

"Come now, fraulein," a snide tone drawled. "After that rather surprising entrance, you're not going to just slip away, and leave me guessing now. Are you?'

She spun around, and exclaimed, "Professor Dementor," and realized someone had reversed the floor plan.

Accidentally, or not, it had gotten her to his room.

Only he had the drop on her, and he was aiming what looked like a very nasty device her way.

"Drop the gun," he ordered.

"It's no gun," she smiled blandly, and pulled out the device that was a mini-grapple.

"How clever. I am guessing that is how you gained entrance to my humble home?"

"It helped," Kim nodded, not moving as she holstered her grapple again, not seeing any reason to drop it now that he saw it was no real weapon. At least, not likely to his eyes.

"Indeed. So, then, fraulein, the only remaining question is…..why are you here," he said, his eyes glittering with malice as he aimed that weapon at her chest.

KP

Kim limped out of the VIT Room after what felt like days of training. In fact, it had only been an hour. It only felt like an eternity.

"Whoa," she rasped, and almost fell before a lanky blonde boy caught her. "Thanks. Uh…. Ron. You're Ron."

"That's right," he said with a nod, but he wasn't smiling as he did in most of his pictures. "And I've always had Kim's back. Guess I have yours now. You okay?"

"I feel like I just went ten rounds with a truck. And lost."

"Close," Dr. Director smirked. "We'll let you rest, and then give you another download. You have at least a week to even get close to our Kim's level of skill. Until then, you can't be seen. Ronald is going to make sure of that."

"Okay," Kim nodded. "Then what?"

"Then, we hunt Drakken," Ron said so ominously that even Kim grimaced.

"You do know he's probably the only guy that can switch us back," she asked.

"I don't kill," Ron told her. "Neither does Kim. That doesn't mean we can't make someone wish they were dead," he added.

"Remember, we do need him in one piece, Ronald," Dr. Director told him. "Wade is still tracking him, but so far, he seems to have vanished again. All we can do is wait, and get this Kimberly ready to face him."

Kim straightened up, and drew a deep breath.

"I'm okay. I'm good. Let's do this," she said.

"Well, she's got our Kim's spirit," Ron smiled only then.

"Let's hope she's got more than that," Dr. Director told him, and turned to leave. "I suggest you rest. You're going to need it," she told Kim before leaving.

"Wow, she's….."

"Yeah. She's not as bad as Will, though."

"Will?"

"Will Du?"

Kim shuddered.

"You know him?"

"In my world….. He's one of Drakken's executioners. He...likes his job. A lot."

"Figures," Ron muttered, having been briefed already by Wade on this Kim. "By the way, Wade got the Roth out of the landslide. Other than a few scrapes, and dings, it's still good to go."

"The Roth? Dad's old car? Survived a landslide," she gaped.

"I'm guessing your Roth didn't have the upgrades we gave Kim's Roth."

"Upgrades," she frowned.

Ron smiled.

"Let's talk," he said. "I have nacos in our room."

"Our…..room," she frowned. "Uh, and what's a naco?"

"It's not like that," Ron held up his hands at her expression. "I'm just staying close to….keep an eye on you. Totally separate beds, and all. And you'll like nacos. Trust me."

"Okay. That's cool. I don't know about your Kim, but just so you know, I'm lesbian."

Ron stared at her.

"You know, that could explain a few things," he remarked after a moment as he led her down the hall in the opposite direction Dr. Director had gone.

"What?"

"Never mind. This way. We don't want the food to get cold."

"Nacos are….food?"

"The perfect food," he smiled. "Seriously, you've never had one?"

"Not in my world," she told him.

"You, Kim-Two, are in for a treat," he declared.

Kim just shook her head.

He was silly, but still seemed formidable, too. Actually, he seemed kind of nice.

In her world, nice was rare.

In fact, it was practically extinct. She couldn't help but wonder what had become of her world's Ron. She certainly didn't recall meeting him.

KP

"You made it," Shego grinned as the jet landed, and the hatch finally opened. She smiled up at the redhead standing there, looking genuinely relieved as Kim stepped off the jet. "What happened? We haven't heard a word out of Europe all this week."

"It was close, but…. Dementor is gone," she told Shego as Drakken, lurking back by the limo, just stared at her.

"Oh, sure, I'm expected to believe that you waltzed into the most heavily guarded palace in the world, next to mine, and just put a bullet in his head? I didn't think you could kidnap him. Or take him. Yet you claim..."

"No bullets. I used this," she said, and held up a small, yellow pistol that looked like a water pistol.

"A shrink ray? You only shrank him?"

"Right out of existence," Kim smirked at Drakken. "No one will be seeing him anytime soon. So, yeah, he's gone."

"I'm proud of you, Princess," Shego exclaimed, and threw her arms around him, and swung her around before pulling her into a very passionate kiss.

Kim kissed back, and the select spectators allowed to be present applauded on cue as the women embraced.

"What am I, chopped liver," Drakken muttered sourly. "This is my victory. Mine!"

"No," Kim cut in after Shego released her. "It's mine. Remember that. What I did once, I can do again. So, who's next?"

Shego smiled, and looked at her with a very warm gaze.

"Gah! As if one willful woman wasn't enough, I get saddled with two!"

Shego only laughed now as she led Kim to the limo behind him as Drakken stalked off without waiting.

"So, what did you do? Step on him?"

"See the charge setting? Empty. I fired it until the power was gone. I'd say anything, or anyone hit by that much power at point-blank range is so small, you'd never find them to step on."

"Nice one. He always did have issues about his height," Shego smirked.

"I could see why. I never understood that silly helmet, though. Oh, speaking of which," she stopped, and whistled.

A man came running off the jet, holding a box.

"I thought you'd like a souvenir. Or…..proof," she added, taking the box as they climbed into the limo, and opened it. Inside was a very distinctive helmet.

"So, my longtime foe is finally gone," Drakken smiled. "Then Europe is….."

"Mine," Kim told him.

"Now, see here!"

"Of course, I'll let you borrow it, but it's mine. I got it on my own, fair and square."

Drakken stared at her, muttering about fairness being overrated.

"Just what have you been teaching her," he finally demanded of Shego as they climbed into the armored limo.

Who only chortled.

Drakken muttered as the door shut, and he eyed the helmet.

"I swear, if you put that on, I'm going to hurt you," Shego glared knowingly.

"I wasn't…..!"

"I know you aren't. I'm putting that in my room. My Princess' first trophy," Shego said proudly. "A real chip off….. Well, you know," Shego smiled at her, pulling Kim close in the seat as Drakken sat in the other seat, just glaring at the pair.

"It was my technology that let her win."

"And my plan," Kim told him. "Honestly, most times it is the simplest approach that is best. Not the most convoluted," she added, knowing his initial plans had made her own seem childish in their simplicity.

"You'd know," Drakken muttered sourly. "You Possibles. I should have just killed all of you from the start."

Kim's left eye twitched, but he didn't notice. Shego, however, did.

"Princess?"

"So, we can't kill him," she finally said. "But can we hurt him?"

"A lot," Shego agreed.

"Now, Shego," Drakken whined.

The driver didn't bat an eye when Drakken howled from the back seat. He was used to the emperor being abused by his own Enforcer.

KP

"You think this ploy would work with the others," Shego asked as she, and Kim lay in bed that evening, relaxing after an intense sparring session that had them all but attacking each other in bed afterward, too.

Kim had never really considered the draw of her own sex, but here, with Shego, it just felt right.

It felt better than right.

Maybe, she even dared muse, there was a reason she never did that well with boys.

"I don't know. Copying the same ploy this soon might only tip our hand," Kim told her. "Honestly, I don't want anyone to guess what we're doing, or how, until too late. Let the others wonder about Demenz vanishing for now, and I'll figure out how to keep them guessing while we neutralize the rest of the boys' club."

"Boy' club," Shego grinned. "I like that. It's probably true, though. A bunch of wannabes all playing big man, and stomping all over the rest of you."

"Not you?"

"Let's face it, Princess. Until you, I never met anyone that could face me. Even my loopy brothers didn't have the balls for that."

"What happened to them?"

"Let's just say, they had no place in this world," Shego said quietly, but with a tone that suggested she wasn't completely happy. When Shego didn't elaborate, she didn't press. The green-skinned woman had a strange look on her face, but Kim had a feeling she knew what was in her head now.

"You know what I think," Kim told her as she stroked her near breast as they lay entwined.

"What's that," Shego murmured, smiling down at the little redhead resting against her side.

"I think you've been lonely. I think, in spite of all the power, and all the wealth you have here, you're still lonely. I think that's why I'm really here."

"You think so," Shego huffed. "Maybe I recognized a potential threat that might just beat even me, and rather than risk losing to her, I chose to make her an ally."

"Dangerous ploy. I might still undermine you, too, and just take over myself," Kim suggested.

"That only makes me even more interested in you," Shego grinned. "Treachery is something I do understand."

"Do you? But do you understand that there are still some things are worth sacrificing your own happiness for, even if you really don't want to lose it?"

"Kimmie," she called her for the first time in many days, not liking the redhead's tone. "What are you talking about?"

"I think, Fraulein Shego, she is referring to me," a snide tone cut into her reverie as Shego tensed, turning to see the mad dwarf standing there with a shrink ray in hand. It was, she knew, the only time she had seen the bearded man's face.

"Demenz! You…..? Princess," Shego turned to stare at her as Kim climbed out of bed.

"You already know I'm not from this world," Kim told her. "Don't you?"

"Yes," Shego said, not moving. "Only I also thought we had something going here, though. Why…..?"

Kim sighed, and moved to dress when Shego simply lay there, staring at her.

"Will you listen to us, Shego? Please? Just listen."

"Was this all a game? Were you playing me from the start," she demanded, some of her anger rising as she sat up, though Dementor didn't move. Nor waver in aiming the innocuous device at her.

"Will you please listen?"

"Fine. It won't change anything, though….."

"It could," Kim cut her off. Chancellor Demenz listened to me. That's why he's here. Now, I'm asking you to listen. For all our sakes."

"Who are you," Shego demanded. "Just...who are you...really?"

"In my world, I'm a hero. I've helped save the world from….everything. Anything. You, the you in my world, have even helped me at times."

"I'm…..a hero," Shego asked in horror.

Kim laughed now.

"No. You're more of an indolent, hedonistic woman that favors being left alone at the best of times. But you….seem to like me. I guess that didn't change in this dimension."

"Drakken's machine brought you here, didn't it? I was right about that?"

"Yes. And I intend to find a way back, and let my doppelganger I obviously traded places with come back home, too. That, however, can wait. I wasn't wrong, Shego. Ask Demenz. His calculations are even more precise than mine. In less than twelve years, this planet dies. Us, with it. Drakken has to be stopped, or all of humanity is lost."

"I told you he can't be stopped! His failsafe…..!"

"Is something we can thwart," Demenz smiled now. "I know the technology he uses. I know the programs he favors. All we have to do is put him in stasis long enough to remove the pacemaker, and then his ploy is defeated. No nuclear fail safe. No threat hanging over our heads."

"And you want me to help you pull this off?"

"I'm asking you to be honest with yourself, Shego. Do even you want to see Drakken grind what is left of our world under his heel out of his childish spite? A coup is our best option. In fact, Demenz is willing to accept you as this nation's leader in his stead, provided you make peace with the rest of the world after Drakken is…..neutralized. No more wars."

"You'd leave me in power," Shego frowned at them as she sat in the bed as Kim moved around to stand by the dwarf's side.

"It's not really my world, Shego. But, more importantly, people need a face they know, and will listen to when you declare Drakken is really gone. They should listen even better when you show yourself a more….benign leader. Or do you really want to keep on as you are?"

Shego stared her knotted fists, and finally asked, "Are you really going to leave me?"

"Honestly," Kim said quietly, sitting on the bed after she finished dressing in her new mission gear. "I'm not even sure if it's possible yet. But I intend to try. I don't belong here. But, how long that may take, or if I will even succeed? Who knows," she smiled. "Meanwhile, we have a world to save, and a madman to thwart. If you are willing to help."

"That other me? Are you…..her lover?"

"No. At least, not yet. We've….been close. We both….dance around the issue, but that's about it, though."

"Then she's an idiot," Shego said, and looked at Kim with her heart in her eyes.

Kim only smiled at her.

"I'm in. Whatever you want, Princess, I'm in. Only you get to be the leader. I'm still just the hired muscle. Agreed?"

"And…..later? If I can get home?"

"Well, then maybe that other you, who does belong, would like a promotion," she said with a careless smile.

"And maybe she'd learn to love you as much as I do," Kim added.

"Do you mean that you….?"

"If you two are finished with the nauseatingly unnatural flirting, we still have a buffoon to depose," Demenz scowled, obviously uncomfortable at the sharing of emotions.

"He's got a point. You ready?"

"I take it you have a plan," Kim was asked.

"Always," Kim smiled now. "Want to hear it?"

Shego smiled.

"Let's do it. Don't worry, Princess. I've got your back."

Kim froze, and stared hard at her.

"I….. Thank you, Shego. That means a lot. Especially from you."

Demenz rolled his eyes, and reclaimed his helmet, before he, too, followed them out of Shego's room.

To Be Continued…