A/N: There will be some parts of dialogue from Graduation in here to set more up for the scene.

A/N: I have a different version of Graduation but this is not an AU so, here's my hot take on furthering the narrative.

Mutations and Aliens Part 1

Shego leaned on her hand as she put the hover car on autopilot. She'd stopped trying to hide the smirk on her lips when they'd reached the ocean. Drakken was brooding in the corner and glaring off over the side, his arms crossed, and yellow petals around his face blowing in the wind. She felt the laugh build up from her stomach slowly before it burst from her lips as one petal blew back and slapped Drakken in the face.

"Stop it!" yelled Drakken. He growled and yanked the petals out again. "My most humiliating defeat to date...and these horrendous petals won't go away!"

There was a full three seconds before another popping sound and they were back. Drakken resumed his brooding position. She knew he might have been in a less foul mood if she hadn't hosed him down the moment Possible and Stoppable left... It hadn't helped that it encouraged the flourishing of the plants now invading their new alpine mountain lair.

"So when were you going to tell me about renovating the tropical lair?" asked Shego, choosing to change the subject.

"When it was done," he grumbled. "I don't even know if the power's on."

"So we're flying and having all our stuff brought to a non-functioning lair?" asked Shego. She scoffed. "Figures."

There was another silent pause.

"I can't believe you told Kim Possible, on me?" hissed Drakken. "I don't know what's worse, these petals or the fact you didn't even hesitate to message Possible...which...is that a new thing?"

"Uhg, I only messaged her because Junior is getting ready for his girlfriend's graduation and is unavailable... And Mego was in surgery and I didn't want to talk to Hego about it... Oh they finally decided to answer my calls," ranted Shego.

"Well I'm glad," smiled Drakken. His frown returned. "You still blabbed to Kim Possible and ruined my plans."

"You know, she called me. Apparently she was checking in on any and all villains as her graduation is this weekend," grumbled Shego. "Honestly, it would have been super lame to ruin her graduation."

Drakken scoffed and his scowl deepened.

"I was going to wait until Monday," he crossed his arms even tighter and pouted.

Shego bit her lip in thought before rolling her eyes before forming a gentle smile.

"Think of it this way... It failed. We know it failed...but it was in our own lair and not publicized. Plus Kimmy couldn't even have us arrested because we didn't technically do anything yet," Shego reasoned. She watched as Drakken's pout slowly faded and he gave a slight shrug. "Last thing you want is your new fashion accessory on broadcast television."

The slight accepting expression fell into one of contempt as Drakken rolled his eyes and stared off over the side of the hover car and yanked out the petals again. Another popping sound came and they returned once more. Shego snorted and Drakken pushed her shoulder so she would slide to the other side of the seat away from him. It only fueled her amusement as the sight of their yet to be finished island lair beeped on their coordinate map. She was about to take over the landing when Drakken slid over and took it off autopilot. Shego fought the laugh building in her gut again as she watched the yellow petals flurry in the wind.

The image of toxic chemicals spilling even more over Drakken as he'd ducked under the tanks when the glass had broken...that made her amusement fade. It was sheer luck that the chemicals had only given him a mild petal mutation. Until their lab was set up and he was able to actually check, it could have caused more issues than they both knew.

He's fine. He's always fine.

She rolled her eyes and let out a soft sigh. His eyes darted to her for a second but then were back on the nearing tree tops. Shego felt a wave of deviousness run through her and she sat up and slid closer to Drakken. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion and she sat back and relaxed until he focused once more. She smirked and leaned over casually and touched the soft petal near his neck. His eyes darted to hers and she snickered.

"He wins," she plucked a petal, "he does not." She plucked again.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" growled Drakken as he swatted her hand away. "That's not even the right words."

Shego paused for a second and after a quick mental conversation over where to draw the line, she ignored it altogether and reached again.

"He loves me," she sang and plucked another, "he loves me not..."

Drakken yanked out the rest of the petals and turned to land the hover car in front of the lair.

"Aw, now I'll never know." Shego let out a dramatic sigh. Her smirk never wavered as she jumped out after him.

"It's not—" the petals appeared again, "funny...grr!"

Shego clapped her hands together and gave a devious grin as she followed behind him into the darkened lair.

"Oh joy, I can continue my game," she snickered at his tensed shoulders. "Does it hurt?"

"No," snapped Drakken. She watched him rub at his neck. "It itches a little..."

She stepped around a box and watched as Drakken pulled the petals out several more times before finally leaving them alone. Shego sniffed the air, wondering if Drakken gave off a floral scent. She leaned closer to him but couldn't really smell anything over the tropical scents around them. She closed her eyes and sniffed harder, ignoring Drakken's grumblings, and not noticing when he fell silent.

"Are you sniffing me?" sputtered Drakken.

Shego's eyes shot open to see he'd turned around, and judging by his recoiled stance had stopped himself from colliding with her. She stood up and shrugged.

"Eh, just trying to see if we need to buy air fresheners anymore," she responded. "Too soon to tell."

"You know, I'm glad you find this whole thing amusing," he muttered as he began looking at the petals in a mirror. "Nice to know that if something serious had happened you'd take delight in it."

Shego rolled her eyes at this.

"I would have kept you watered and alternated your sunlight if you'd turned into a pot of flowers," she joked. Drakken muttered under his breath in a mimicking tone as he repeated it. "I would have even gotten you a really nice pot—"

Drakken seemed to have tuned her out as he began yanking at the petals again. She sighed and began looking around for her lawn chair.

The next few minutes Shego wasn't really focused on much, with the exception of trying to list all the things she could do to annoy Drakken about his petals. The list wasn't very long and she knew it would get boring fast before Drakken managed to make some hazardous solution to his brightly colored problem. She rolled her eyes as her mind went back over the whole ordeal. She knew very well that Drakken might not even look for a solution and jump right onto another insane idea. She was starting to miss the brief amount of time he'd slacked around the lair for a few months... Her inner musings fell silent as bright red light filled the lair's windows.

Now what?

The mental question had seemed simple and innocent. However in the few minutes that followed the day went from questionable failure, teasing, and an impromptu move to an unfinished lair, to Drakken being pulled up into a light beam and the blinking obnoxious device they'd gone to investigate...currently attacking the island lair.

Shego dove as a giant metal blade slammed down next to her. Parts of the lair had already been hit by the thing's beam of red light. She was smacked upwards by the thing and hard into the upper part of a tree. Shego's eyes narrowed and she growled under her breath as she looked down at the device and powered up her hands. She jumped down and aimed for the shining red light. Her hands ached after delivering a few powered blows but the metal hunk sparked and fell to the side. She let out a panting breath as her glow faded. The side of the lair was collapsed, and trees and stones lay in various places after being uprooted by the machine's attack.

She glanced around her for a few seconds before the adrenaline faded and she remembered Drakken and the light.

She'd froze.

She'd just watched him being pulled upwards, unable to process what she'd been seeing. By the time it had registered, the blinking thing had started to attack.

She looked upwards but all she saw was clear sky and starlight. The only sounds were of the waves crashing hard on the shore, the various insect noises, and the settling of the lair's support beams from the carnage. The questions flew through her head at such an alarming speed that she couldn't even process how to answer them. She didn't like the spinning in her head; it was causing the remaining adrenaline to swarm in her stomach in a nauseating, sick feeling.

"What happened?" she asked herself. "What now?"

She didn't like the empty and unsure feelings aiding in making her sick. Her mind kept telling her to leave and act like nothing happened... Go back to the lair...go back to Drakken. It was her go-to move when things got out of hand. What she'd always done... So the fact that this was the lair...and there was no Drakken... She finally let herself be sick as the swirling in her gut won out.

She could feel more emotions wanting to slip in due to her weakened state, but she wiped her mouth and glared. She needed to focus. It was troubling how fast her mind was able to do so as the adrenaline snuck back in. The questions faded into options... Without a fallback or safety net...her mind was a mixture of her villain years and her Team Go training. There was no time to focus on any emotions below the surface. She needed to act.

She crouched down and took her phone out of her leg pouch. The service bars were barely there and she wondered if that thing had jammed the signals as she saw it struggling. Her fingers clicked down the buttons. Even if she could find service...who was she about to call? Her brothers? Another villain? She looked at the metal thing on the ground. On the screen, her eyes fell onto the name of the last person she'd spoken to and she snorted before rolling her eyes.

"Okay, Princess... Maybe you have a plan," muttered Shego as she made her way to the hover car.

Drakken looked around the empty room of a spaceship with his heart pounding in his throat. He tugged again on the restraint around his hands and wrists, but the searing pain around his wrists reminded him why he'd stopped the first time. The gravitational light had pulled him in, where metal appendages had restrained him and forced the contraption onto his hands. He'd known it was an alien ship immediately; he just struggled to narrow it down at that point with his prior alien experiences, none of which were exactly pleasant.

He looked at the stars through the glass in front of him and then to the control console. He tried to walk on instinct but the device on his feet made him aware he was still stuck, sharp electrical spikes tingling through the leather of his boots. He could hear movements and the echo of heavy footsteps. Then the circle next to him made a whirring sound like he vaguely remembered it making when it had pulled him in. His chest pounded as his immediate thought ran to Shego.

She got caught trying to rescue me...

His mind fell back on seeing Shego standing there watching him be pulled upwards without trying to stop it. He frowned, fully ready to snap at her about it once she was there...but his mood instantly soured as Possible appeared next to him. And yet, a strange sense of relief at not being alone mingled heavily with the sour feeling.

"Well, well, well. Even captivity can have an up-side," he said and gave his best cocky grin. "To see Kim Possible, helpless."

Possible seemed not to grasp the smugness of his comment as she looked around in confusion the same way he had when he'd first looked around. She looked less afraid than he knew he had looked. He felt agitation at that before she spoke.

"Drakken?" No fear, only confusion. Further annoyance. "Where are we?"

The loud stomping footsteps came closer and Drakken finally saw who had captured them. A mammoth of a man appeared from the shadows. His eyes were a dull white and empty of color, while contrarily he had deep colored markings over his skin. The giant form was intimidating in itself.

"Prisoners will be silent," he stated firmly. Drakken spoke against his better judgment.

"Hello, ohm," Drakken gave a nervous grin. "I think there's been a bit of a mix up..."

Drakken looked at the green skin and the high pony tail and tilted his head. Did he know him?

"Hmm, you look familiar. Have we met?" Drakken's actual curiosity faded as the man's face got close to his. The razor-edged teeth and odor from the man's breath made Drakken cringe away.

"Silent," he hissed before turning away.

"Enough said," confirmed Drakken. The scent still burned his nostrils as he watched as the man walk to the control boards.

More stomping sounds and a familiar voice caused Drakken and Possible to both look behind them.

"The blue one who deceived me..." Warmonga came into his sight range. Drakken felt a swirling twist of residual pain at being thrown through a roof filter through him as she continued her speech, "and the girl one who defeated me."

Drakken groaned a little in internal fear as he glanced between the two. Nothing about the situation was good, and it had just gotten worse. He was certain his ramblings and attempt at acting casual hadn't exactly encouraged more than a response of revenge. And he was getting a concerning amount of clarity over why he would have assumed her simply tossing him through a roof would have been considered 'moving on.' Her name had War right in it...

He felt like arguing that he hadn't deceived her. He had in fact just been the man in the video that had made her believe he was some sort of rumored warrior or sorts, all on her own. He also weighed the odds of throwing Possible under the bus, but neither seemed like a good response.

"Drakken, did you see anything on the way up here that might be a switch for this platform?" Drakken was yanked out of his thoughts as Possible whispered to him. "My hair was in the way," she continued.

Drakken looked towards Warmonga and her companion...Warbird or something... He hadn't been listening. Drakken looked around at the stars above and the platform below.

"Assuming I saw anything while panicking...I'm not really in the mood to be killed by open space anytime today," Drakken grumbled.

Possible raised a brow at him. Drakken backtracked.

"I didn't panic. I meant—"

"Do Earth-dwellers ever stop talking?" asked War-... Drakken tried to remember.

"What amuses me more is they think we cannot hear them, Warhok," snorted Warmonga. "Let them chatter. It will be short lived."

Drakken heard a hiss from Possible next to him and watched her shoulders move.

"Don't pull on them." He almost yelled at himself for telling her.

She shot him a look.

"Yeah, thanks. Got that," she muttered. "How about feet?"

"Shocking," retorted Drakken. Possible hissed in pain. "I said shocking."

"Clarification would have been nice... Listen if we keep them talking it buys us time," said Possible. "Bad guys always like to talk about their plans."

"...Did you suffer some sort of head trauma on the way up?" asked Drakken with a raised brow.

"Well I didn't know you were aware of it," smirked Possible. "I assumed if you did, you'd have caught on and stopped doing it every time."

Drakken glared and then looked away towards the window.

"I preferred solitude," he grumbled.

He watched the backs of the large chairs the two aliens had sat in, the pair now completely ignoring them. He glanced at the controls trying desperately to understand them. He didn't know exactly what they had planned but if he played his cards right, he could buy himself time.

Possible just suggested how to do that...

He internally grumbled to himself, knowing full well she was probably right in the options she'd stated.

"So, enslaving or mass destruction your sitch? What's the plan?" spoke Possible. She was ignored. "Winging it then?"

"They apparently talk to their captors on Earth," muttered Warmonga. "A custom of sorts."

"How odd. Why would one want to familiarize themselves with someone that will be mere décor later?" Warhok asked, sounding puzzled.

"I don't think they partake in similar customs as us," Warmonga responded. "Humor them Warhok."

"Must I?" There was a sigh. "If I must."

"What is the harm?" Warmonga sounded amused.

"Is it customary on your planet to tell your adversary the plan?" scoffed Warhok.

Possible and Drakken spoke at the same time.

"Yes."

"How foolish. Allowing your enemy to know the plan while they are still breathing." Warhok made a tittering sound. "Does no one train for the art of war on this planet?"

"Apparently not," responded Warmonga. "Warhok. I'm bored."

"My apologies, I momentarily lost focus on the objective." There was a low chuckle and the sound of a switch. "Objective. Total world domination."

Drakken felt a mixed welling of feelings at the statement, but the one that won over was agitation and he couldn't help the whine coming from his mouth.

"That was my objective!"

They watched as more large things went flying to a graphed image of Earth on the ship's screen. Drakken felt panic seizing through him along with anger; anger that he wasn't the one taking over Earth, panic at the fact...that this was far more problematic then he'd thought. There was no swaying or smooth-talking to be had. He kept forgetting what Warmonga had alluded to when he first met her: these weren't peace-loving people. The Lorwardians were conquerors. She'd come looking for The Great Blue to lead her people on to more destruction. His mind raced with alternatives and tried to piece together words, but instead his thoughts fell back on the fact he wasn't the one taking over his planet.

"Hey! We're a pretty tough planet!" stated Possible. Drakken glared and nodded.

"Yeah! Tough!" He was on the verge of fuming. Yellow caught his eye but he stayed glaring.

He needed to look intimidating and tough, if just enough to not let them know that as the time ticked...his other emotions were winning over. His bravado faded as he registered a groan from Possible. He raised a brow, only to see the yellow petals around his head. He was partially pleased they'd been gone for so long, but more bitter about the timing of their reappearance.

The sound of the two aliens laughing and congratulating each other pulled Drakken out of his thoughts. The screen showed blinking dots and numbers mixed with letters. Drakken squinted his eyes at them, attempting to make out codes he knew nothing about. Whether they were confirmation of landing or of destruction stats, he couldn't tell, but he felt fury eclipse any other emotion again. He cursed out loud, or he thought he did. He wasn't even listening to his own words.

"Nyn! You can't conquer the world in the time it takes to order a pizza!" snapped Drakken.

"Maybe you can't," muttered Possible. "They can."

Drakken shot her a glare, which was missed as the teen was squinting at the numbers as well. He heard movement and his eyes fell back to the large forms rising from their chairs to come over to them. He stood back as best he could as they approached them. He didn't like the shared looks on their faces as they looked between the two as if assessing trophies. Possible must have come to a similar conclusion as she finally leaned away from where she'd been standing her ground in a sense.

"Blue Imposter, such an interesting look." Warmonga touched the yellow petals. "Is this new attire or growth?"

"Do humans bloom like vegetation?" asked Warhok. "Perhaps a table piece instead of wall hanging?"

Warhok made a suggesting gesture to Warmonga who had plucked the petals with a bored look on her face.

Drakken cringed at the personal space invasion but he was also glad the petals seemed to be staying away longer. Though, he focused on the conversation in hopes to find an opening for bargaining in some way.

"It is an idea. But I thought we agreed on head mounts," smiled Warmonga. Her eyes fell to Possible. "I am not sure the red will match the décor but we can make due."

Drakken felt his skin crawl as he finally understood what they were talking about. Judging by the flare of wide eyes from Possible, she may have figured it out before him.

"Décor?" Drakken tried to hide the stutter and flexed a charming smile. "Perhaps I misheard."

"I don't understand how they casually talk to us." Warhok looked perplexed as Warmonga shrugged. The green man continued. "Such odd customs."

"It is Warhok's gift to me," Warmonga smiled warmly at Warhok. "Those who humiliated me vanquished, their planet acquired, and new trophies for our home. It will be the talk of Lorwardia instead of my failures."

Warmonga glared at them.

"Just so I'm clear—" Drakken was cut off.

"They're going to turn us into wall-mounts," stated Possible. He saw her give a nervous swallow, but her expression was unwavering. "I'd hate to see your place. It sounds hideous."

Warhok's eyes narrowed and Warmonga crossed her arms.

"Well then it's good you will never rest your eyes on it," snarled Warhok. "Save for them to feed the scavenger beasts."

Drakken didn't know what Possible was playing at, but making the two in front of them angry didn't seem like a good idea.

"I'm sure it's...very charming." Drakken gave a nervous laugh. "Perhaps if she saw it, her mind would change. Right? Possible?"

Possible seemed to be trying to convey something to him, but he wasn't about to try to decipher what the teen hero's logic was. She was far too confident and optimistic in the situation, he was sure. Probably a plan best-suited for Earth villains like himself or Dementor, but not for the beings standing before them. He ignored the sense of panic and fear trying to mingle inside him and pulled out his charm again. He didn't know what would become of it, but it was better than aggravating an already hostile situation.

"It matters not if she will see differently," said Warmonga. "After we have successfully overtaken your planet, your execution shall be broadcast to your people to send a message that we have defeated its protector and would-be conqueror to show our strength... According to the computers...a few hours at most."

"Our fastest was one day," grinned Warhok.

"A new Lorwardian record," grinned Warmonga.

"Ohm, perhaps there's been an actual mistake," cut in Drakken. "Getting rid of us wouldn't send any message."

Drakken looked at Possible, hoping for help. She seemed to be busy with her own thoughts so he continued.

"I mean...we are nobodies...nothing really. If it's some sort of credit you want with your people," Drakken muttered under his breath for a second before continuing, "not that we made you tell them... Perhaps simply broadcasting our defeat to them... Or better yet...we tell them you defeated us in minutes... Even more in your name."

Warmonga and Warhok exchanged a look.

"On Earth we have different customs," Possible finally spoke. "What Drakken is suggesting is...we could tell the Lorwardians that we were humiliated and defeated with ease. Bringing us as trophies wouldn't prove much. You could have just picked up any old...trophies...and said they were from Earth."

"Why would we want to do that? When we can show them a planet, trophies, and your public execution that your people will watch as well," Warhok chuckled. "Ah, now I see the chatter. They are trying to distract us and change our minds."

"Uhg. A whole planet of tricksters and deception," scoffed Warmonga. "Are all your people such a way? Or just to those above them?"

Drakken and Possible exchanged a confused look and Drakken tried to think back to anything he might have said to Warmonga that fit what she was saying. Possible seemed to have figured something out before he did and it further soured his mood.

"You say our people, and say our execution will be broadcast to show your strength," said Possible. "Did Drakken give you the assumption that Earth is under ownership?"

Warmonga raised a brow and looked at him. Drakken blinked rapidly and thought back. He'd made a very big deal about stopping Possible before they took over Earth; perhaps therein laid some misinformation. Drakken hesitated to speak in case he was wrong.

"Warmonga, perhaps there may have been a misunderstanding... Possible does not...protect or own Earth in some way... And I was not solely trying to defeat her to dominate it." Drakken watched the alien's head tilt. "Sure, Possible is annoying and causes endless migraines...countless incidences of destruction of property... And don't get me started on the minor inconveniences of her side-kick and the mole-rat—"

"Drakken," hissed Possible. He glared at her and then shook his head to focus.

"What I mean is, neither of us have any real...pull on Earth as a whole," finished Drakken.

"Executing us publicly is pointless. I don't own Earth. Drakken doesn't own Earth. No one owns Earth... We just live there and protect it... Or in Drakken's case, try and fail to control it," Possible continued.

"I wouldn't fail if you weren't apparently doing checks on us all the time. Do you have no life outside butting into the lives of others?" snapped Drakken. Possible looked at him as if assessing for a second.

"I have a life. Just that you and the other villains keep interrupting it," scoffed Possible. "I'd much rather be enjoying Saturday night with Ron at Bueno Nacho than trying to foil some seismic ray thing."

"I never created a— Yet! I haven't...yet," snapped Drakken. "Here's a novel concept. Don't answer the phone. I do it to my mother all the time and it saves me a lot of mental stress."

"And let any of you take over? Hah, fat chance," retorted Possible.

Drakken's and Possible's argument was cut short as Warhok let out a loud groan.

"Enough! I tire of this squabbling." The large man stood and stomped over. "To the confinement area with you two!"

Their platform shifted and they began to move. Drakken panicked slightly at this, but he saw Possible's smirk before she whispered.

"Nice work, Drakken."

Drakken didn't get a chance to ask what she meant as there was no sarcasm in her voice or on her features. Warmonga walked beside him as they moved and he was more worried about not seeing the growing numbers on those charts and, he was certain, not being able to hear further plans of the fate that awaited him.

On the list of things Shego had not planned for the day—such as fighting off an alien invasion, having to play nice with Stoppable, and not to mention the constant swirling in her stomach while using her Team Go training to survive all the chaos—wrestling a grown man for a space suit was probably the mildest. She'd half expected Stoppable to intervene in her attempts at fighting his girlfriend's father, but the teen stood aside, his expression fixed elsewhere in thought. Possible swatted at her as she finally yanked his helmet off.

"Listen, I have tried doing this the easy way," scoffed Shego. "Don't make me use the hard way."

Possible blinked in confusion. His green eyes narrowed.

"This! This is the easy way?" he snapped. ''Wrestling me to steal a space suit?"

Stoppable finally spoke.

"Actually, this is pretty mild for her. Normally there'd be a lot more green lights and screams," nodded Stoppable. "I speak from experience."

"Ronald! Ahk—" Shego pinned him with his arm behind his back. His voice was muffled as his face was pressed into the ground. "A little help here."

"Sorry. No can do, Mr. Dr. P.," sighed Stoppable. "I'm going to side with Shego on this one. No offense, but she's kind of owning you right now and that's the level of energy needed when facing aliens bent on conquering the world."

Shego might have laughed at that or agreed but she was igniting her hand.

"You have five seconds," she warned.

"This is highly unnecessary—"

"Five."

"You don't even know how to operate the Kepler—"

"Four."

"This is highly dangerous and I am a rocket—"

"Three."

"Ow! That's my wrist there... This is not up for debate—"

"Two." Shego flared her hand more.

"Fine!" hissed Possible. Shego unpinned him, feeling a bit disappointed as she let the glow fade from her hand.

Shego ignored his mutterings as his space suit was handed over to her. She looked at her hand and then at the suit. Possible was rambling about logistics, fan-fiction, how it was his daughter in space...and lecturing on the importance of the mission... Shego's eyes narrowed. She looked at Stoppable, already in the ship waiting for her, then back at Possible. The idea that she would even entertain the thought of letting him go instead of her was almost laughable. Leaving the fate of Drakken in the hands of two Possibles and Stoppable.

Not a chance...

She yanked on the suit and as she entered the ship she shot a plasma blast directly at Possible's pants. She felt a little smug as the man was forced to toss his trousers and she closed the hatch. She had no idea what he was rambling as he beat on the glass and she really didn't care. She felt the wave of unease wash back inside her as her hands gripped the controls. She needed to keep her mind focused on other things than the feelings crawling within her.

She turned to Stoppable.

"Is he always this excitable?"

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