Equivalent Exchange?

A girl with long red hair (and a figure not often seen outside of the cover of a playboy magazine) landed, easily detaching her chute and letting the wind carry it away into the sea.

A thin blond boy landed a moment later and duplicated her actions…almost.

Taking a pair of pants out of her backpack she tossed them to him.

"Thought I felt a draft," he muttered as his chute carried the pants he'd been wearing into the sea.

"Come on Ron, times a wasting."

"On it, K.P.," he replied putting on the pants and following her.

"Volcano lairs are so cliché," Kim said as she found a disguised air vent set into the side of the volcano and popped it open.

"Drakken's not exactly a font of originality," Ron pointed out as he followed her into the air duct. "But that just makes it easier to foil his numerous, unoriginal plans."

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"Unoriginal!" the blue skinned man exclaimed as he watched the two crawl through the air duct.

"Your plans to tend to follow similar lines," a green skinned woman replied as she filed her nails, unconcerned with the approaching duo.

"Well if Reggie-" he began.

"Ron," Shego replied without looking up.

"Whatever his name is," Dr. Drakken continued, "thinks everything has gotten boring and predictable, maybe I should add a little surprise for him!"

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"Are we there yet?" Ron asked as Kim examined her Kimmunicator and the blueprints it displayed.

"Five more feet," Kim replied as they continued to the appropriate vent.

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"Done yet?" Shego asked as she popped her neck and stretched, preparing for yet another match with Kim Possible.

"Just a minute," he replied as he made adjustments to some sort of ray gun.

"Times up, Dr. Drakken!" Kim Possible announced as she dropped from a vent in the ceiling, doing a completely unnecessary somersault to land on the floor.

"Kimmy, it's so good of you to come," Shego said, her hands dripping green plasma. "I was afraid you were hung up in customs."

Kim smirked and the two started circling each other. "You know I'd never miss one of our little get togethers."

Opening banter complete the two rushed at each other, Shego leading with a series of hand strikes while Kim stuck to dodging and foot swipes to try and wear her down.

"Oops," Ron said as he fell out of the vent, his pants catching on something and leaving him hanging there for a moment before they tore and he fell leaving them dangling from the vent.

"Why does this always happen to me?" Ron complained.

Kim's eyes darted to her partner, her momentary distraction unnoticed by Shego, who was checking out Ron.

"One of these days he's going to lose those boxers too," Shego muttered.

"I swear he glues them on," Kim cursed.

Shego and Kim froze for a moment as they realized what the other had said, then they both decided to pretend the previous five seconds hadn't happened and returned to fighting.

"Well Robert-" Drakken announced.

"Ron!" everyone chorused.

"Whatever your name is! I have discovered a way to rid myself of Kim's accursed presence once and for all!" Drakken continued before breaking out into maniacal laughter. "But first let me test it on you!"

"No!" Kim yelled, wondering why her voice echoed for a second.

"Yes!" Drakken cried as he pointed his ray gun at Ron. "This little beauty will…well I'm not quite sure what it'll do to you, so surprise!"

A bright white beam slammed into Ron, throwing him into a bank of computers, causing several to explode.

"Ron!" Kim yelled, ignoring the echo.

A figure stepped forward obscured by the smoke of burning computers.

"I told you past life regression was a piece of crap," Shego called out.

"I know," Drakken yelled. "But using the quantum stabilizer it should have done… something!"

The smoke cleared, showing a much changed Ron. His hair was a dark brown and was taller, with broad shoulders and muscles that had certainly been absent earlier, but it was the patch over his left eye that drew Kim's attention. 'What had that ray done?'

"Ron?" Kim asked worriedly, ignoring Shego.

"Yeah…" he trailed off frowning.

"Well that was a bust," Drakken complained throwing down the ray gun which shattered. "All that and Rodney is still here!"

"It's Ron… I think," the one eyed man replied.

"Well at least I put out one of your eyes," Drakken tried to console himself.

"You," Ron growled reaching into one of his pockets. "Say hello to my little friend!" he said in a fake Italian accent, pulling out a six inch tall figure.

"What is that?" Drakken asked staring at what looked like a mummified Viking warrior who had a series of wires cutting into the dried flesh on his skull like face.

"Fear me!" the tiny figure bellowed, its voice sounding like it should be coming from something twenty feet tall.

Drakken screamed like a little girl as the tiny figure leapt to the floor and ran towards him.

"Are you OK?" Kim asked worriedly.

"I feel OK, though still a bit… fuzzy," Ron admitted.

"What did Drakken do?" Kim demanded, whirling on Shego.

"You know as much as me!" Shego shot back. "What is that thing you sicced on Drakken?"

"Pet fear demon," the one eyed man replied casually.

"It's not going to devour his soul or anything is it?" Shego asked, over the sounds of Drakken's girly screams.

"Nah," he waved it off.

"I'll devour your soul!" the tiny demon roared, shaking the walls as it drug the blue skinned scientist down behind a control panel.

Shego shot a betrayed look at him.

"It nibbles," he assured her. "It's a nibbler; it's only saying that to scare him. It feeds on fear."

"Oh," Shego replied, ignoring the sounds of a scientist getting his ass handed to him coming from behind the control panel.

"So…you're still you?" Kim asked hopefully.

"Mostly…kinda," he replied. "I remember being Ron, but I also remember being someone else, and both lives have a lot in common."

"Well it was supposed to turn you into an alternate of yourself I think," Shego replied. "Of course I thought it was just another hair brained scheme that was going to backfire on him."

*Self-Destruct in Five minutes* a computerized voice announced.

"And that's our cue to leave," Kim announced.

"I guess I better save Drakken," Shego replied reluctantly.

"Yo, Gachnar!" he yelled out. "Time to go!"

The tiny fear demon scurried back to the one eyed man who stuck him in his shirt pocket.

"Kim clones!" Kim cursed aloud as they ran into the hall.

He strolled along behind her as she beat up her clones, sliding past them as he saw where the clones were being generated from and started working on it.

Kim frowned as the recent batch of clones attacked the existing clones, wondering what was going on. Seeing her friend monkeying with the machine that was creating all of the clones she walked over to him. "What are you doing?"

*Self-Destruct in Three minutes Fifteen seconds*

"Just making a few adjustments," he replied cheerfully as the machine churned out another batch of clones and they continued on their way with the latest batch clearing the way for them.

"So Ron and who?"

"My best friend, a red haired girl, gave me the name Xander in kindergarten because she couldn't pronounce Alexander."

"If we go by that your name should be Won," Kim said.

He laughed. "Xander was just so much cooler than Won."

"So what else was similar?" she asked as they calmly walked down the beach and stepped into an inflatable raft.

He thought for a moment as they rowed for the open sea, ignoring the explosions and smoke coming from the island. "Well I'm still the side kick and it's like you and me have split Willow's traits. See, we had me, Buffy and, Willow. Buffy was the blond cheerleader superhero, while me and Willow were the sidekicks. Willow had a crush on me and I had one on Buffy."

"Really?" Kim asked curiously, hitting the 'Busy' signal on her Kimmunicator so Wade wouldn't interrupt.

"Yeah, didn't really end well for any of us, but we were all still friends. My dates turned out to be demons or tried to kill me. Buffy insisted on dating guys we told her were evil and would end in tears," he shook his head.

"And Willow?"

"Became a lesbian."

"Wow," Kim said. "I don't think I share that trait."

"Yeah, I think I got that one," he said frowning thoughtfully.

"You're…" she trailed off.

"Seriously attracted to women," he said with a sigh.

Kim smacked him in the shoulder and started giggling.

"And we seem to have split Willow's brains, but then she always did have enough brains for half a dozen people."

"What's the deal with the demon?" Kim asked, pointing to the pocket Gachnar rested in.

"Someone accidentally summoned him during a frat party and Buffy smushed him. Later when I was racking my mind for something to help give me an edge, I remembered him and while he really isn't that big a help in combat, I kind of like him as a pet."

"A pet demon?"

He shrugged. "Pet cats and dogs get eaten or have accidents. We tried rats and fish, but that had mixed results. With him if anything happens I can just resummon him, plus it keeps people from stealing my boxers."

"That is all sorts of confusing."

"We have brand X and brand R cola, both made from the soul RX. We create both from the same soul, just mix them differently. Later we pour some into each. Brand R cola pours say sixty eight percent of itself into brand X who does the same back. Still brand R here, just with a different flavor."

"I'm more confused now."

"Ok, I lived a whole 'nother life in addition to my own, growing in various ways and now I'm back, same person more experienced and changed what I like to be called."

"Can I call you Ron?" she pleaded, afraid she'd lost her friend.

He sighed. "Ron is fine as it is my name."

"So you're still Ron?" she asked hopefully.

"I'm still Ron," he reassured her. "Or do I need to remind you of what happened that summer when we were eleven and you didn't think you needed a new swimsuit?"

Kim turned bright red. "You promised never to mention that!"

"Actually I swore never to mention that to your parents," Ron corrected her with a grin. "And I don't see them here."

"Ok, I better check in with Wade," Kim said flipping on her Kimmunicator.

"Kim," Wade greeted her from the tiny screen. "How'd it go?"

"Ron got zapped and is almost a new person, but everything else went as planned."

"Wade," Ron called from over Kim's shoulder. "Buy Drakken's island fortress for me. Use a cutout and make it look like a bunch of deep sea fisherman want it and haven't got the word it's been sunk. Drakken should let it go for a song."

Wade's fingers danced over the keys as quickly as Willow's ever did. A minute later he nodded. "Done."

"Why do you want a sunken island?" Kim asked. "I mean self-destructing bases are the only thing Drakken got right. That island should be underwater rubble by now."

"Nah, had the Kim clones disable the self-destruct and use his stored munitions to fake it."

Kim looked back but the island was still wreathed in smoke. "So you'll have your own private island?"

"Yep," Ron replied cheerfully. "And thanks to the volcano it has free geothermal energy, so I don't have any utility costs."

"How long have you been planning this?" Kim asked.

"since walking out of the smoke. I always wanted my own tropical island paradise and since we were going to make Drakken destroy it anyway, I decided to get one in mint condition at fire sale prices."

"He's probably long gone by now," Kim said. "But he's going to notice and check when he sees that the gate device is still intact."

"The clones were also ordered to change the gate frequency. If Drakken checks he'll find no gate and think it was destroyed."

"Too bad the energy costs for using a gate are so high or it'd be perfect for beach parties," Wade said with a sigh.

"Yeah," Ron agreed. "You'd need something along the lines of a geothermal tap on a volcano or something to make it affordable."

Wade and Kim stared at the grinning teen.

Typing by: The Last Primarch!

AN: A bit of a different setup to mix two different characters than the standard YAHF.