Dr. Drakken has severely upset Shego by announcing the time and location of Kim Possible and Shego's wedding ceremony on the In-Terror-Net. Now Drakken must not only prevent some of Kim's old foes from crashing the ceremony, but he must face down and defeat the deadliest, most powerful villain of them all... the Alchemist. -KIGO-
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Kim Possible: TSOD – Wedding Elements, Chapter Five
Kim Possible and Shego each turned to face each other with their hands interlaced. Olive eyes met emerald eyes and each woman couldn't help but smile. It had been an incredible journey during the last six years. When they had first met each other, Shego was a dark and brooding woman full of anger and spite, lashing out at a world that had done nothing but wrong by her. Likewise, Kim had been a wide-eyed dreamer who truly believed that one teenager could indeed change the world. For that, they were bitter enemies. Now, six years later, Shego had developed a dark and sardonic sense of peace that allowed for certain acts of heroism while Kim had grown into a much wiser and smarter leader and hero. And the two had grown to be truly, madly, and deeply in love with each other.
It had been a strange year and half journey of love. In a twisted sort of way, they had Electronique to thank for it. It was a mixed blessing, to be certain. Ron Stoppable—hero, brother, friend, lover—had died at Electronique's hands, prompting Kim to nearly kill herself by starvation and isolation. Shego, not wishing to lose the only true equal she recognized in the whole world, would have none of that and forced Kim to stand back up and take the fight back to Electronique. Along the way, Kim came to terms with her budding bisexuality and Shego opened up about her previously hidden lesbianism. The two fell in love and, after defeating Electronique, proposed to each other. They set the date of the wedding for almost exactly a year later.
And that wedding was where they were now. Kim Possible was in a gorgeous white and pink lady's tuxedo while Shego was in a radiant black and green wedding gown. Kim was playing the role of the 'groom' while Shego was playing the role of the 'bride.' They were standing in front of an altar in a prominent church in North Vancouver that had recently enjoyed extensive renovation thanks to donations made by Señor Senior Sr. In front of a large gathering of friends, family, and loved ones, Kim and Shego were about to exchange vows and dedicate the rest of their lives to each other.
Olive eyes and emerald eyes told each other that each of them wanted nothing else in the world with as great a passion as they wanted their commitments today.
The reverend presiding over the wedding smiled down at the two women. He then took a deep breath and began to speak.
"Friends and loved ones. We are gathered here today to celebrate one of life's greatest moments," the reverend said, addressing the congregation and speaking loud enough to be heard by everyone in the church, "and to cherish the words which shall unite Kimberly Anne Possible and Sheila Marie Goldberg in marriage. Marriage is the promise between two people who love each other, and who trust in that love, who honor one another as individuals, and who wish to spend the rest of their lives together."
The reverend then turned his attention directly to Kim and Shego. "This ceremony will not create a relationship that does not already exist between you. It is a symbol of how far you have come in the past six years. It is a symbol of the promises you will make to each other to continue growing stronger as individuals and as partners, no matter what challenges or successes you encounter together in the years before you. Today, your lives, which began on separate paths, will be joined as one."
Suddenly, a loud explosion rocked the church and caused the wedding party to stumble slightly. All eyes shot back to the doorway, where the ushers, Dr. Elizabeth Director and Special Agent Will Du, were standing. Betty grit her teeth, waved at the reverend to continue the ceremony, and quietly exited the church chamber. Will Du remained behind to keep vigil on the congregation.
After a moment, the reverend nodded and turned back to Kim and Shego, both of whom were smiling apologetically.
Betty stormed out into the hallway and touched the earpiece in her ear. "Talk to me, Delgado!"
"We have all available personnel scrambling as we speak, Director," a Hispanic voice replied over the comm link. "All available hardware is being primed and implemented. We have visual confirmation of a Code Red threat."
That caused Betty to stop dead cold in her tracks. Global Justice used a 'threat level' system similar to the terrorism threat level system used by the United State's Department of Homeland Security to classify enemies of worldwide security. Most henchmen and villainous agents were classified Code Green, being of very low threat individually. Some highly skilled agents or particularly weak supervillains were classified Code Blue, possessing a slightly guarded level of threat. Most supervillains and would-be mad scientists were classified Code Yellow, possessing an elevated level of threat, but nothing that a well trained and coordinated squad of Global Justice agents couldn't handle. Some individual supervillains and mad scientists, such as Professor Dementor, Duff Killigan, and (at one time) Doctor Drakken were classified Code Orange, possessing a high level of threat to any individual nation and perhaps even the world. Even very dangerous villains, such as Monkey Fist had proven to be a year ago, were Code Orange.
Only an extremely small and select handful of individuals in the entire world had ever been classified Code Red, capable of possessing a severe and immediate level of threat to the entire world. Two of those individuals had been considered killed when Ron Stoppable had used his Mystical Monkey Powers to throw them a mile into the sky into their extraterrestrial mothership. Another was currently in hot sleep confinement at the Crate, Global Justice's maximum security prison in southern Florida, after she had attempted to use the Mystical Monkey Power to take over the world a year ago. A fourth was currently inside of the church, standing in front of an altar and preparing to marry the only civilian in the entire world certified by Global Justice to be able to counter Code Red threats on her own.
"Um, Delgado," Betty breathed hesitantly. "All of the Code Red threats are currently accounted for."
"We have visual confirmation, Director," Delgado's voice replied. "We are dealing with the Alchemist."
Betty's face turned pale white. "Delgado, we haven't encountered the Alchemist in twelve years. He was killed by the Go City hero, Sidestep, in 1998!"
"That's correct, Director," Delgado replied. "But he's here now. He's already killed Summer Gale and is engaging Doctor Drakken, who is—for whatever reason—being aided by Motor Ed, Professor Dementor, Duff Killigan, Adrena Lynn, and Camille Leon."
"So, we have three Oranges and three Yellows trying to handle a Red," Betty sighed. "And the one Blue who was in their midst is now a casualty. Okay, Delgado. Get Lynn and Leon the fuck out of there. They are way out of their league. Do not arrest them. We'll worry about them another day. I want all other resources assisting Drakken, Dementor, Motor Ed, and Killigan. While I don't trust Dementor, Motor Ed, and Killigan as individuals, I will trust that they will not give the world over to the Alchemist gladly. As long as they're fighting the Alchemist, give them everything they ask for. Try to draw the action as far away from the church, and preferably all civilization, as possible."
"Yes, Director," Delgado confirmed before cutting communication.
Betty sighed to herself. "We do not need Shego finding out about this. The knowledge alone will ruin her wedding completely."
"Perhaps we may be of assistance, Director-sama," came a masculine voice behind her.
Betty spun around, pistol in hand, and aimed it straight at the forehead of the person behind her. A handsome, Asian man stood there calmly, his arms folded in front of him.
"Hirotaka," Betty breathed, putting the safety back on her pistol and holstering the weapon. "Yes, any assistance that the Yamanoichi clan can provide for this threat will be very much appreciated. You have no idea how dangerous the Alchemist is."
"It shall be our honor to aid in the battle against this Alchemist," Hirotaka nodded. "Especially to protect Possible-san and those whom she loves."
"Who all saw you leave the chamber?" Betty asked the Yamanoichi ninja, suddenly concerned. If too many people left the chamber to handle a threat, it would prompt Kim and Shego to investigate directly...
Hirotaka smiled. "We are Yamanoichi ninja, Director-sama," he assured the one-eyed woman. "Who do you believe saw us leave?"
Betty nodded knowingly. She knew the answer to that question even as Hirotaka spoke it. "No one."
With that, Hirotaka snapped his fingers. Eight black ninja-suit clad individuals appeared around him, dropping down from the ceiling into a cat-like battle stance. In unison, Hirotaka and the eight ninjas leapt back up to the ceiling and disappeared.
Betty took a deep breath and strode back to the ceremony chamber. Steeling herself, the leader of Global Justice put on her best game face and stepped back into the chamber. Everyone in the room paused and looked at the woman expectantly.
"False alarm," Betty declared, drawing on every minute of experience she had in covert operations to disguise the lie. "There is construction going on down the street. Please, continue the ceremony."
Drakken kept his blaster bazooka braced on the ground using the side of his boot. The bazooka was emitting a constant beam of energy that coned out and formed a semi-sphere in front of the mad scientist. Dementor was knelt at the base of the bazooka, fiddling with wires within an open panel of the weapon. Killigan, Lynn, and Leon all huddled behind Drakken.
On the other side of the semi-sphere, the Alchemist released a constant barrage of elemental attacks, one after the other, with no break or pause. Lightning followed by ice followed by stone followed by flame followed by steam. The assault was relentless. It was all Drakken could do to keep the bazooka steady. And sweat was beading on the mad scientist's brow.
"I am barely keeping ze calibrations in sync with ze Alchemist's attacks," Dementor declared, clearly trying to not panic. "He is changing his pattern too often. I don't know how much longer we can stay on ze defensive like zis."
"He needs ta stop attackin' us so we kin regroup," Killigan growled, plucking a golf ball from his animal skin pouch.
Leon placed a gentle hand on Killigan's throwing arm, narrowed her eyes at the Alchemist, and then turned to Lynn.
"Adrena, dear," Leon asked. "Do you remember where my condo is?"
"Hell, yeah, I do!" Lynn replied, daring to smirk at memories in spite of the battle raging around her. "You throw the fuh-reakiest parties. How can I forget?"
Leon's expression grew grim. "I need you to check on Debutante for me," she replied. "Three times a day. Make sure she is walked and fed each time. She will only eat the finest in gourmet puppy food. Let her know she is still loved."
Lynn looked at Leon curiously. "Camille, why are you asking me to babysit your damned dog while we're in the middle of fighting...?" Then Lynn noticed that Leon's normally crystal blue eyes had suddenly shifted emerald green. "What? Oh, no. Oh, no you don't, girl. Not today. Not on my watch. Don't you dare..."
Leon cut Lynn off with a gentle finger on the stunt woman's lips. "You need the Alchemist off of your back long enough so that you guys can regroup," she countered. "I can do that. If I don't survive this, I want Debutante to have the best that life has to offer. No matter what."
Lynn glared at Leon for a long moment. Finally, her expression softened and she sighed. "Okay. Fine. I promise. Debutante will not ever by left alone. But you better understand that I hate you for this."
"Thank you," Leon replied softly. She leaned in and kissed Lynn softly on the forehead before rising to her feet.
As Leon turned to run, however, she felt a hand wrap around her wrist. She turned to see Lynn holding onto her wrist, a mildly plaintive look on the stunt woman's face. The celebutante smiled knowingly in return. Emerald green eyes met dark eyes and the message passed between the two women needed no words to translate. After a moment, Lynn let go of Leon's wrist and the celebutante disappeared around a nearby corner.
"Where's Camille Leon going?" Drakken asked, grunting at the exertion of keeping the force field active.
"To buy us some fucking time," Lynn growled angrily, turning around. Tears were starting to well up in her eyes. "So get ready to take advantage of it."
"Right," Drakken nodded. He saw the expression on Lynn's face and knew that it was far better to simply agree than to ask any further questions.
Suddenly, the Alchemist paused in his assault and glanced to his right. "Ah, it would appear that our quarry has revealed herself to us. How delightful."
Drakken and Dementor glanced in the direction of the Alchemist's gaze. Drakken panicked instantly when he saw what the Alchemist was looking at.
"Shego?" Drakken gasped softly in disbelief.
Shego stood nearby, wearing a gorgeous white wedding gown, glaring balefully at the Alchemist.
"You said you wanted me, Alchemist?" Shego yelled, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Well, you've got me! You just have to catch me!"
With that, Shego turned and ran away, leaping across to a nearby building before taking off in a full-tilt sprint.
The Alchemist grinned maniacally, erupting into a nimbus of yellow flame surrounded by halos of stone, steam, and wind. "It shall be our absolute pleasure, Child of the Comet!"
With that, the Alchemist flew off after Shego.
Lynn sighed and wiped away a tear with one of her sleeves. "Camille's bought us some time," she choked. "Let's not fucking waste it."
Drakken pursed his lips in grim determination. He watched as Shego—or rather, Camille Leon disguised as Shego—led the Alchemist away. Motor Ed, still in his transformable jet, converged with several Global Justice fighter jets to begin a brutal aerial assault on the Alchemist.
"It will not be wasted," Drakken said, a sudden sense of conviction entering his voice.
"Vat vill ve do to defeat him?" Dementor asked. "Nothing ve have thrown at him has affected him in ze slightest."
"I say we go home, let the daft lad take care o' Possible, then bomb the whole damn town," Killigan offered.
"That is not an option for me," Drakken scowled at the Scotsman. Killigan saw the angry light in Drakken's eyes and took a step back.
"The Alchemist reeks strongly of arcane energies," came a voice from behind the villains. "He is literally a combination of the four basic primal forces of air, earth, fire, and water. And he is greater than the sum of those parts."
The villains turned around and saw nine ninjas standing behind them.
"Hey, aren't you...?" Drakken started to ask of the lead ninja. Then he furrowed his brow in frustration. "Bah, I can never remember the names of you stupid sidekicks. You're with Possible's friend, the ninja girl, right?"
"Indeed," the lead ninja replied. "I am Hirotaka and my brethren and I are of the Yamanoichi ninja clan, as is Yori-san, the 'ninja girl' of whom you speak. We are here to assist you in your battle against the Alchemist."
Drakken nodded and began to think. Something about what Hirotaka had just said started batting around in Drakken's skull. The sum of those parts? Drakken pondered Hirotaka's words. Come to think of it, the Alchemist does seem to have a habit of referring to himself as 'we' when speaking about himself...
Suddenly, a plan began to formulate inside of Drakken's head.
"Okay, ninja-boy," Drakken said. "I've got an idea. It's a brilliant plan, in fact. Perhaps one of my most brilliant plans yet! The sheer brilliance of it..."
"Get to ze point, Drakken!" Dementor snapped.
Adrena Lynn crossed her arms and glared at Drakken. Killigan simply shook his head in exhasperation.
"Oh, yes, right," Drakken laughed nervously. "Anyway, we might be able to weaken the Alchemist, at least, if not defeat him. But I need two weapons that are still in storage at my lair."
"Have ye leapt completely off o' the battlements, lad!" Killigan yelled. "Yer lair is clear on the other side o' the Rockies!"
"This is no hurdle," Hirotaka replied calmly. "Give me a description of these weapons, Drakken-san. It will be our honor to retrieve them for you."
"How do ye propose ta do that, lad?" Killigan asked incredulously. "His lair is thousands o' miles away."
Hirotaka grinned sarcastically under his ninja mask. "Ancient Japanese Secret," he assured the Scotsman.
"Kimberly and Sheila," the reverend said as he addressed the groom and bride, respectively. "True marriage is more than joining the bonds of marriage of two persons; it is the union of two hearts. It lives on the love you give each other and never grows old, but thrives on the joy of each new day. Marriage is love. May you always be able to talk things over, to confide in each other, to laugh with each other, to enjoy life together, and to share moments of quiet and peace, when the day is done. May you be blessed with a lifetime of happiness and a home of warmth and understanding."
The reverend smiled and continued. "Remember to treat yourselves and each other with respect and remind yourselves often of what brought you together. Take responsibility for making the other feel safe, and give the highest priority to the tenderness, gentleness, and kindness that your connection deserves. When frustration, difficulty, and fear assail your relationship, as they threaten all relationships at some time or another, remember to focus on what is right between you, not just the part that seems wrong. In this way, you can survive the times when clouds drift across the face of the sun in your lives, remembering that just because you may lose sight of it for a moment does not mean the sun has gone away. And, if each of you takes responsibility for the quality of your life together, it will be marked by abundance and delight."
The reverend then closed the book from which he was reading and looked upon Kim and Shego. "I understand that you have written your own vows which you wish to give each other?"
Kim and Shego smiled to each other for a few moments. The amount of affection in each other's eyes was clearly pronounced even to the guests seated in the pews. Finally, Kim spoke up.
"Yes, Reverend. We have," Kim admitted confidently.
Holding each other's hands, Kim and Shego both bowed their heads slightly and took in a deep breath before looking back up into each other's eyes.
"Sheila," Kim began, "when I first met you, I was so blind. I had a whole wide world in front of me to explore and overcome. I was so shallow and self-absorbed, seeing only a comic-book supervillain and being blind to the depth of personality and character that you possessed. Yet, you waited for me and stuck by me, if even on the opposite side of every conflict we were in, even when you had grown to understand your feelings for me and I remained shallow and ignorant. Because of that, you were there when I needed you most. When I was at my lowest, you lifted me up and reminded me of the person I was and the person I could become. You opened my eyes and now I have fallen deeply in love with you. All I can offer you in return is my broken wings. Use them to learn to fly again. I have heard your voice sing and seen the book of love open up. Please join me as it lets us in. Please join me and become my wife."
"Kimberly," Shego replied, after a short pause as she collected her emotions—she fought to keep her tears in check, even though the two of them had rehearsed these vows just the day before, "when I first met you, I was a veritable wreck of a woman. I was burdened by so much pain, so much hatred, so much betrayal, that all that I knew to do was to lash out at the world. But once we met, you were there, every step of the way, to make sure that I did not hurt myself or anyone else with my bitterness and anger. You taught me how to not wallow in self-pity, but to instead seek challenges and enjoy matching them, if not exceeding them. You gave me purpose and meaning to my life. You helped me find myself again. You saved me. And I fell in love with you for that. I waited patiently as you journeyed down your own path and I was blessed to find that your path eventually met back up with mine. You have given me so much and all I can offer in return is my own broken wings. Like you have asked me of yours, I ask you of mine. Use them to learn to fly again. I too have heard your voice sing and seen the book of love open up. Please allow me to join you as it lets us in. Please allow me to join you and become your wife."
With that, the reverend motioned to Joss Possible, who was standing in the aisle just beyond Kim and Shego. Joss stepped forward and coo'd softly into the ear of the one-year-old boy in her arms, Jesse James Goldberg. The little boy giggled softly and held up the jewel case in his hands.
Mego and Monique stepped forward and approached Joss and Jesse James. Mego took the jewel case and opened it. Removing a ring, Mego handed it to Monique. He then removed a second ring. Mego and Monique then stepped back to their positions beside Kim and Shego.
The reverend then spoke. "Wedding rings are made precious by our wearing them. Your rings say that even in your uniqueness you have chosen to be bound together. Let these rings also be a sign that love has substance as well as soul, a present as well as a past, and that despite its occasional sorrows love is a circle of happiness, wonder, and delight. May these rings remind you always of the vows you have taken here today."
Kim turned and accepted the ring in Mego's hand. She then turned and held it before Shego. "Sheila, I have for you a golden ring. The most precious metal symbolizes that your love is the most precious element in my life. The ring has no beginning and no ending, which symbolizes that the love between us will never cease. I place it on your finger as a visible sign of the vows which have made us life partners and wives."
Kim then gingerly placed the ring onto Shego's left ring finger.
Shego then took a deep breath and smiled to Kim. "I will wear it gladly. Whenever I look at it, I will remember this day and the vows and commitments that we have made. I will cherish it forever, as I will our love."
Shego turned and accepted the ring in Monique's hand. She turned back to Kim and held the rign before the redhead. "Kimberly, I too have for you a golden ring. The most precious metal symbolizes that your love is the most precious element in my life. The ring has no beginning and no ending, which symbolizes that the love between us will never cease. I place it on your finger as a visible sign of the vows which have made us life partners and wives."
Shego then placed the ring onto Kim's left ring finger as Kim gazed lovingly into her partner's face.
"I too will wear my ring gladly," Kim replied, taking Shego's left hand into her own left hand and holding them up towards their faces. "Whenever I look at it, I will remember this day and the vows and commitments that we have made. I will cherish it forever, as I will our love."
The reverend then spoke. "Now, by the power vested in me by the Province of British Columbia, I hereby pronounce you partners and wives. Kimberly Anne, Sheila Marie, you may now kiss."
Kim was caught be surprise. Up until that moment, she had been taking the lead, being the confident one, the bold one, as they spoke their vows and exchanged their rings. But, as the stepped to each other for the kiss, a familiar and warm fire lit in Shego's eyes as the ex-villainess smirked her trademark smirk. Shego then scooped Kim into her arms and boldly planted her lips on Kim's. Kim quickly melted into the kiss and held it for several moments.
Finally, all too soon in the opinion of either woman, they broke the kiss.
The reverend then motioned for Kim and Shego to turn and face the guests. "Family and friends, I now present to you Kimberly Anne and Sheila Marie Possible. Partners and wives."
Everyone in the church stood and began clapping for the newlywed couple. Kim and Shego looked to each other and smiled sheepishly. The deed was done. They were married. The rest of their lives were now officially dedicated to each other. They were both nervous, excited, happy, and embarrassed all in one maelstrom of a perfect storm. And they would never want it any other way.
"Check it, Cupcake," Shego smiled, squeezing Kim's hand reassuringly. "We made it all of the way through the ceremony without an incident."
"I know, right?" Kim smiled in return. "It's spankin'. Drakken held up his end of the bargain."
Shego laughed. "We need to send someone up to fetch that old coot and drag his lame ass to the reception now."
Just as Shego spoke those words, three bodies came crashing violently through the ceiling. Each body smacked violently into the wall behind the reverend and toppled down onto the floor near Kim and Shego. The center body landed directly in front of the newlywed couple.
That bad, a perfect simulacrum of Shego save for her wearing a far more basic wedding gown, stumbled painfully to her feet. "Fuck me, that hurt!" She then spit out a large quantity of blood before collapsing back down onto the ground.
"The hell?" both Kim and Shego breathed as they stared at the Shego copy lying on the ground in front of them. As they watched, the copy's pale green skin and raven black hair faded into pale peach skin and pale blond hair. Her muscles shrank noticeably.
"Camille Leon?" Kim asked, bewildered. Everyone else in the church had already risen from their seats and were either scrambling in a random direction or (in the case of several members of Team Possible) scrambling towards the newlywed couple.
"Delgado! Motor Ed!" Betty called out as she and Will Du ran up to the other two bodies that had crashed into the church.
Shego spun and looked at Betty angrily. "Construction down the street, huh?"
Betty looked up from Motor Ed's body. "We need to get you out of here. NOW!"
Before anyone else could move further, however, the ceiling exploded violently. A regal figure of a man slowly floated down into the church, surrounded by a nimbus of flame, stone, ice, and lightning.
"Ah, we new my prey was a decoy," the man declared triumphantly. "But we maneuvered the prey to lead us to our true quarry. Now the hunt is nearly over. We shall avenge our death twice over by not only killing the Child's second love, but also killing the Child of the Comet herself."
"K-K-Kimmie," Shego stammered, taking two steps back away from the man, her eyes wide with abject fear.
Kim looked at Shego's reaction and concern and fear of her own shot through her body. "Sheila?"
"It's him," Shego breathed. "It's... it's him."
"Him who?" Kim asked before turning back to consider the assailant quickly yet carefully. Realization then dawned on her. "Oh, God. It's the Alchemist."
The Alchemist grinned wickedly at Kim and Shego as they stood before his majestic might.
[END CHAPTER FIVE]