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Once Burned - a Kim Possible/Shego spy thriller

One year ago, Shego went under a deep cover mission with the Bermuda Triangle. Things turned sour fast and Shego betrayed Global Justice. In a desperate Hail Mary, Kim tries to retrieve her, and learns that things aren't quite what they seem.

“Kim… um, I—I can’t go with you.”

“Ron?”

“I… can’t do this anymore. You a-and me, it’s not working, I know you know that—”

“...Ron. Please don’t do this.”

“KP—I don’t want to do this. They’re—they’re making me.”

“Making you? R-Ron, we need to go stop the Seniors. Can you just—”

“You can handle the Seniors, Kim. All that we do, you got it. I’m—I’m Class A and you’re Class B…”

“But… no, Ron.”

“Betty wants me doing… I don’t know, bigger things, bigger things I can’t tell you about. I’m sorry, I… I have to do this, Kim. My powers need me to do this and… it’s just—the mission stuff. It’s all we have that’s making us work, and I’m… sorry, KP. I don’t want to hurt you, I just…”

“Ron, I love you. Whatever you need me to do to keep you here, I’ll… I’ll…”

“KP, it’s over. And I love you too. I love you more than you can understand.”

“So why are you doing this?!”

“God, I’m sorry, I… I gotta go. You gotta go too. You gotta go save the world now. Alone.”

“No… no! Ron, I can’t—I can’t do it without you, I—”

“No Kim. You can. Remember: you can do anything.”

“Kim, are you with us?”

~~KP~~

10 Years Later

Kim snaps out of her reprieve and takes a moment to collect her surroundings.

Rumbling all over. The steel plated floor vibrates against her palm. Her breaths are shallow and she feels cold. She pulls her winter coat closer to her purple tunic and looks to her right, where the friendly yet concerned voice is coming from.

Wade Load. Now twenty five years old, he’s as plump as ever with some facial scruff. Still weird seeing him in person.

“Finally awake, eh?” he jokes.

Kim frowns. She’s in a Global Justice aircraft, with a parachute loaded backpack strapped tightly to her torso. By this point, they should be soaring over Colorado. Over Middleton. She hasn’t been there in years.

Too bad it’s for a mission.

“And they call me a space cadet with my head in the clouds,” a nasally voice whines from her left. That surprises her. Who else could be here—Drakken. Doctor Drakken. A blue man with a ratty ponytail and scar below his left eye. He wears his traditional lab coat and a thick winter coat like her. She looks ahead.

“Sorry, yeah, I spaced out,” Kim mutters. “Which one of you am I working with again?”

Wade raises an eyebrow. “You don’t know? Kim, c’mon.”

“Oh no! No no no no no no!” Kim gasps in a panic, simultaneously whipping her whole body against her hips to look at Drakken, her apparent partner. “Not you , right? Please tell me I’m not—”

“I’m crushed!” Drakken moans.

Kim rolls her eyes. “Who thought this was a good idea? It’s a joke, right?”

“Aw geez, Kim, dude,” Wade frowns. “He’s right there. And for the record, this is on you for not playing nice with Team Impossible.”

“Those guys suck,” Kim grumbles, looking back over at Drakken again. “I’ve worked with them, you, Hego, Will Du, Felix, Monique, Bonnie, I mean, guys, I’ve worked with Junior of all people! And the one time, the one time I worked with someone who could actually keep up with me—uh, no offense Wade.”

“None taken,” Wade frowns.

Kim continues, throwing her hands into the air, “The one time I worked with someone who could actually keep up with me, she turned out to be evil!”

“Evil?” Wade echoes with confusion. Drakken raises an eyebrow with a similar energy. “You mean Shego? When did you work with Shego?”

“Yes, I don’t recall that, Kimberly Ann,” Drakken frowns.

Kim winces; she wasn’t supposed to bring that up. “Uh, sorry, I must have been thinking about the Lowardian Invasion or something… heh heh.”

Wade observes Kim carefully, then shrugs. “Okaaaaaay.”

Drakken leans forward with a sharp intake of breath, as if he’s about to say something important. But instead his face falls and he leans back into place. “I’ll have you know, Kimberly Ann, that I’m much geniuser than Shego! I think you’ll be quite surprised by my abilities on the field.”

Kim stares blankly at him. “Uh huh… okay, Wade, how about you sitch us already?”

Wade rolls his eyes, and pulls a remote out from his GJ uniform. He clicks a button, and the hatch before Kim and Drakken opens up, revealing the cold night sky. Vicious winds rush through, whistling and howling.

“You both have five seconds to make the jump,” Wade says carelessly.

“Oh okay,” Kim chirps.

“What?!” Drakken blurts out, going pale in the blue face. “Wait—can we, erm, do a flyaround—”

Wade smirks. “No.”

Kim pats Drakken on the shoulder playfully. “See you in a few, Drak.”

She jumps. Her ponytail whips behind her head, and the wind rushes into her face. She grits her teeth through it, forcing her eyes to stay open.

Down below, she sees what looks to be some kind of military compound. There’s gray warehouse after gray warehouse, all arranged in a grid. From up high, the streetlamps appear to her as blips and they are beautiful.

She smiles and spreads her arms like wings. Despite the circumstances, she feels calm.

Behind her, she hears a distant shriek. 100% it’s Wade physically shoving Drakken out of the plane. But soon it fades as the wind overcomes her. Until Wade starts talking in her earpiece.

“ Montgomery Fiske, also known as Monkey Fist, has threatened to level the entire state of Colorado with two nuclear bombs …” Wade monologues. “ ...unless Ron is to sacrifice his powers to him, which is not an option. ”

Kim narrows her eyes; from her understanding, Ron is off-world right now, defending Earth from invading Lowardians. The Lowardian Invasion back in ‘07 was just the beginning.

“ We have managed to pinpoint the location of the bombs to the Villain Timeshare Labs located in Middleton ,” Wade explains. “ Your mission is to defuse both. We don’t know where the bombs are, so Kim you should take the West Side of the compound and Drew, I think you should go East.”

“ Which way is East ?” Drakken moans, only able to be heard through her earpiece.

Kim rolls her eyes. “It’s behind you, Big D.”

“ Don’t call me that. ”

Kim smirks, and focuses on what’s ahead. The timeshare lab complex gets closer, and closer, the ground enlarging and giving way to more and more detail. Tiny black dots patrol the warehouses, they must be Monkey Fist’s army of monkey ninjas.

She aims her body like a rocket, falling and falling. The skylight to her chosen warehouse grows near and at the last second, Kim flips mid flight, and she pulls the string on her parachute.

Fwoomp!

The parachute pulls against her, dragging her out of her dead fall. She lands on the roof beside the skylight, and drops a knee. Waits for some change in formation from down below, but there’s nothing. Apparently none of the Monkey Ninjas saw her. (She assumes the black dots are Monkey Ninjas… though from her vantage point the troops look awfully tall to be Monkey Ninjas.)

The timeshares are arranged in a grid, unfortunately too far apart for her to go roof jumping. Without proper intel, she can’t even ‘skip’ this warehouse so she tiptoes to the dead center of the roof where there’s a skylight. Quietly she goes for her laser lipstick, and starts blasting out the bolts to the skylight. It’s something that she’s done a million times over, so she takes a look around and notices two problems right off the bat.

Firstly, Drakken has already unleashed his parachute… practically one mile into the air.

Kim growls into her earpiece. “Drakken, what are you doing?!”

“ What am I doing? ” he repeats sarcastically. “ I’m not Tom Cruise, Kimberly Ann; I’m playing it safe! ”

“Safe? You’re like a sitting duck up there!” Kim seethes. “If they see you—”

“ Kim ,” Wade interrupts. “ I’m with you, but he can’t exactly fold his parachute back in—we’ll deal with it. Move on. ”

Kim grinds her teeth then shrugs it off. “Tell me about the ninjas—oh shit, hold on—” The final bolt skips out of its socket, and the skylight falls… but Kim catches it. Heavy, the massive piece of glass dips into the warehouse. Awkward to hold, Kim tenses and manages to lift the skylight up through the gap, and set it aside. She throws one foot through the gap, and readies her grapple line. “—I’m back. But the ninjas… those aren’t monkeys, right?”

The ninjas aren’t monkeys at all, she noticed while yelling at Drakken that they were walking, talking humans.

“ No, I think those are people, which as you know isn’t Monkey Fist’s M.O., ” Wade sighs. “ I’m trying to ID them, but I got nothing. ”

“No ID, huh,” Kim sighs to herself. That sounds familiar to her, but she can’t quite place where it’s coming from. But out of her vast rogue’s gallery and network of connections, she knows someone who Wade wouldn’t be able to ID… but who?

She drops down into the warehouse, her grapple line unspooling. She lands on a hard cement floor and the lights turn on in her presence, shining through the windows like a beacon. “Oh great.”

Slamming at the door. Kim scans her surroundings: lots of golf clubs and barrels of exploding golf balls. Not much else. Definitely Duff Killigan’s. How classic of him to be so one-note. She snags a golf club from one of the duffel bags and spins it in her hand. Looks like a Driver club, at least, as far as she knows. Her only experience with golf is from Wii Golf, which she played with Ron before the break-up.

The steel door flies off its hinges, and smoke pours into the room in a flurry. Two black-hooded heads that just peek over the top of the smog rush into the room, running in opposite directions.

Kim leans into her heel and lets the two ninjas surround her.

She grins, and the ninjas charge her with a series of kicks and punches. Kim spins the golf club around her like a bow-staff in figure-eights and precise spins. Clack! Clack! Clack! Flesh strikes steel in precise jabs.

Kim blocks every blow coming her way. Trained as the ninjas might be, they telegraph their movements immediately.

“It’s amateur hour, fellas,” Kim snarks.

A kick to the hip, a punch to the chin, a swipe at the neck, it doesn’t matter, she spins her golf club where she needs to, and emerges unscathed.

The ninja on her left goes by a high kick to the chin. Smirking, Kim slashes her club into the air and manages to hook the Driver against the man’s ankle. He whines in pain and she drags his foot higher into the air then spikes the club downard, whipping the ninjas into the cement.

Kim whirls around and faces the second ninja. He scuttles backwards, hands raised for defense, and she charges him. Cartwheels forward and tries to kick him in the chest with both feet. He throws his body backwards and she lands before him, leaving her wide open. She spins the club horizontally at his head, but he ducks the blow—but before he can fully slip away she flips the club in an underhanded spin, and precision jabs the goon in the face. His body shoots backwards and falls flat on the ground.

Kim smiles at her handiwork, but the moment is short-lived. From the skylight, another ninja drops down. With two sais in hand, he swings at her. With the hilts to each sword as pointed as the blade itself, curved like a trident, it’s a deadly weapon. He swings and swings and swings. Kim dodges and dodges and blocks! But the sai cuts clean through the golf club and the top half tumbles to the floor. Frowning, she tosses the broken club aside and goes for a daring move. Her hands snap forward and grab onto the ninja’s wrists. She pushes and he resists, but his arms shake more than her. She’s stronger.

With the ninja’s arms locked in place, it leaves the guy’s front wide open. So Kim takes advantage, she swings her head down and bashes her skull against his. He falls backwards, hands losing their grip on the sais, which clatter to the floor.

Kim kicks high and nails the ninja in the face. He collapses, down for the count.

Kkkkk! A boot scrapes against cement behind her. Kim tries to whirl around to face the incoming ninja, the first one she downed, but she’s not fast enough. She hears the blades cut through the air, so instead Kim focuses on dodging. She playfully dodges to the left, hands folded behind her back. Another shwing! and she bobs to the right. She bobs about, dodging blow after blow. When he swings at her ankles, she hops into the air.

Again and again, the ninja pursues her, but he can’t hit her, and somehow, despite not being able to see him, Kim knows each and every move he’s pulling.

How does she know? she wonders.

The ninja swings both sais at her neck. She knows that move. Ron used it sometimes when his powers were recharging.

Kim ducks the blow and her hands snap upwards, clamping onto the ninja’s wrist. She struggles, holding the ninja’s arms high in the air. Simultaneously, her arms stiffen, locked into place just like the ninja’s. Deadlocked and stuck, neither have the advantage… until Kim grits her teeth and manages to twist her hips enough to kick the ninja in the stomach. He doubles back, and Kim—unable to resist—yanks the ninja’s hood off his face.

Hirotaka. From Yamanouchi.

Yamanouchi gave its sword to Monkey Fist?

Yamanouchi is a secret; of course Wade wouldn’t be able to ID them! It makes sense.

But it doesn’t matter\, at least for now. So Kim kicks Hirotaka in the face, and he collapses like a broken toy. Sais once again clatter to the floor. Kim looks ahead, throws off her winter coat finally, and runs out the door and into the open night air. Looks up and Drakken is still making his way down. She rolls her eyes and looks around in a panic.

“Where do I need to go, Wade?”

“ Cut through the two ahead of you ,” Wade chirps. “ That’ll get to you Monkey Fist’s, that’s my best guess. Passwords are going to be Coco Moo, Niener and Die Ron, Die. ”

“ Die Ron, Die is with spaces?” Kim notes.

“ And a comma, yeah. Monty’s has gotta be grammatically correct. ”

Kim stops at the first terminal to the first timeshare lab before her. Types it in rapidly. C-O-C-O M-O-O.

The door opens and Kim is greeted by a very familiar sight. Syntho-Drones lie dormant in their acid-filled glass containers, lined up along the walls. Kim hesitates, then sprints through. Takes in the sights. A death ray, a pool of electric eels, a few Weather Machines, and a mountain of cardboard boxes with cupcake logos.

She has to ask.

“Drakken, you—uh—still have your Timeshare Lab, huh?”

“ Hrm ?” Drakken hums. “ Do I? ”

Kim laughs under her breath. “It’s been twelve years, Drew, you might want to, uh, get rid of this?”

“ I was wondering what that charge on my credit card was every month …”

Kim opens the door opposite the one she came in through and charges ahead to another Timeshare Lab. Types in the password. N-I-E-N-E-R and… this one is filled with plans. Charts and diagrams are smeared across the wall, alongside blueprints of evil devices and corporate ladders. It rings a bell but…

“ Hank Perkins, ” Wade answers for her.

“Hank Perkins!” she cries out with mirth. “I forgot about that guy. Uh, the villainy consultant, right?”

“ The same. ”

“ Ooh !” Drakken cries out. “ Cupcake Hank? What’s it like in there? I’m in Dementor’s Timeshare right now —” He pauses and repeats the name with disdain. “— ugh, Dementor. But his Transportulator, WOW! Don’t tell him I said that though —”

Kim blinks. “Drew, um, not to burst your bubble, but there’s a bomb going off soon? Maybe you should be, uh, looking for it?”

“ Oh, erm, yes, I suppose…” Drakken mumbles, still in a trance.

“Drak!” Kim shouts as she exits Hank Perkins’s timeshare. “Up and at ‘em!”

“ Alright! ” he bemoans.

The next timeshare is up ahead, as ordinary as ever. She types in the password. D-I-E-R-O-N-,-D-I-E. The door opens revealing a dark space lit by torchlight. She slides to a stop and scans the space. Flickers of light illuminate aged and eroded monkey idols that are embedded into the walls. Kim keeps looking and at the center of the room she finds first of two bombs. The lid is already popped off, the wire exposed. She narrows her eyes and steps forward—

—only for Monkey Fist himself to drop down before her. Formerly raven black hair grayed with specks of white, his mutated skin aged and patchy, the years have not been kind to the monkey man.

Shuffling from outside as monkey ninjas crowd the entrance. Monkey Fist raises his hand, stopping the ninjas in place. He steps forward, the torchlight playing on his angry face.

“Where’s Stoppable?” Monkey Fist grunts, then looks at his minions. “Go. Find Dementor’s Transportulator, use it to escape.” He turns back to Kim. “Well?”

“Not coming,” Kim growls. “This is sick and wrong, Monty. You have to know that.”

Monkey Fist grinds his teeth. “What’s sick and wrong is that Stoppable child taking the Mystical Monkey Power from me ! What’s sick and wrong is Stoppable being unwilling to sacrifice his powers to save millions of lives.”

“ Don’t let him talk, Kim ,” Wade says. “ He’s stalling .”

Still though, Kim finds herself shaken. Because it is true. Doctor Director isn’t willing to give up Ron for anything . It’s unlikely Ron even knows this caper is going down.

Kim sprints at Monkey Fist, and Monkey Fist does the same.

“How long do we have?” she asks before shifting into a high kick at Monkey Fist’s jaw.

“ Three minutes ,” Wade says, anxiety creeping into his voice. Ever confident in Kim’s abilities, it’s unlike him to be so stressed. Three minutes is plenty of time to make magic happen.

Monkey Fist leans back and his hand snaps at Kim’s ankle. He grabs it tight, and with all his might, he turns on his heel, and lifts Kim into the air. He swings her like a ragdoll, and throws her behind where he stood.

Kim spins through the air and soars over the bomb. It all happens fast, but in her mind’s eye things slow to a crawl. She looks down, and sees the matrix of wires looped over and over each other, and the sequence plays in her mind. Red-Purple-Green-Yellow-Brown-Blue-White. Her hands reach down and just as she passes over the bomb, she snatches the Red, Purple, and Green wires from their spots. Lands on her haunches and stares at Monkey Fist.

“Stoppable’s not here, Monty. Because he’s Class A and you’re a Class B Threat. But I’m here,” Kim growls. “And I’m going to stop you.”

She vaults forward and flips over the bomb. It plays in her mind again as time slows. Yellow-Brown-Blue-White. She snags three of them, leaving the lone white wire behind and cartwheels over to Monkey Fist to—

—it doesn’t matter, Monkey Fist strikes first. Sends his leg crashing into her back as she flips forward.

Crack!

Kim hits the floor, dust from the flooring smearing her tunic. She tries to boost herself up, but Monkey Fist presses one bare foot against her stomach. She squirms under his hold. He smirks and, before she can recover, he stomps her face in, heel of his foot nailing her in the nose. Her head bounces back, striking cement and rebounding up, blood squirting out of her nose, her face bruised.

Monkey Fist goes for another stomp.

This time Kim reaches into her utility belt and comes back with a pistol. Aims it right at Monty’s face. He flinches and so does she.

Twelve years of being a Global Justice agent and she’s still never killed someone.

Monkey Fist takes advantage of her lapse in judgment, and snatches the gun from her hands. Points it at her face.

“Well, Miss Possible,” Monkey Fist tuts. “You’re quite the worthy adversary, and I do not enjoy our play, but if you die… well, they’ll just have to send Stoppable, won’t they?”

Kim presses her teeth together, trying to suppress the smile itching at the corner of her lips.

And Monkey Fist fires.

Click! A hollow sound. He frowns and raises the gun to his eye level. Presses the trigger again and nothing.

“What?” he exclaims.

In Monkey Fist’s lapse of focus, Kim strikes. Hits him like a freight train. Snaps her legs around Monkey Fist’s waist and flips him onto the floor. He hits it hard, the gun sliding out of his hand, not that it matters. She never loaded the thing so that she’d never be able to use it. Makes for a good sleight of hand at a moment’s notice however.

Before Monkey Fist can regain his footing, Kim charges him. Grabs him by the waist and flips him completely upside down over her shoulder, then piledrives him headfirst into the floor. She feels him crash into the cement, his body twisting and contorting as she squeezes his body in like an accordion. Finally, when he can take no more abuse, he collapses in a heap, and so does she, at least briefly. She stumbles back up, and runs at the bomb, plucking out the white wire.

The bomb shuts down with little fanfare.

“Alright, that’s one down,” she barks into her earpiece. “We’ve got eyes on the other one?”

Wade answers immediately. “ Yes, it’s in DNAmy’s, but uh—we’ve got a problem. ”

Kim thinks for a second and starts her jog to DNAmy’s—wherever that is—and responds. “He forgot the sequence?”

“ Kind of, I’m trying to talk him through it, but the bomb sprayed him with some gas. Made his eyes like a dog’s or whatever, he can’t see color. Look, I’d talk it through with him, but I don’t know where the wires go. I only know the colors and I was thinking —”

“That won’t work, I don’t trust him to follow directions,” Kim charges into the open night air and turns. Her limbs snap against their joints, pushing her ahead as quickly as possible.

Then Monkey Fist rounds the corner behind her, giving chase on all fours. Kim looks over her shoulder and sighs.

“ But Kim! You have one minute !”

“One minute is plenty.”

“ No it’s not! ”

“I don’t care,” Kim snaps. “Directions, I need directions.”

“Kim, you’re killing me over here,” Wade growls. “You’re going the right way. Pass by three more timeshares and it’ll be on the right.”

Sweat beads on her forehead. She wants to have faith in herself, she always cuts it close like this… but something about this whole caper feels… off. First, the Yamanouchi Ninjas. Then Monkey Fist’s point about Ron being a no-show. But that is what they do at Global Justice; they don’t negotiate with terrorists.

Now there’s this. Can she make it? Can she do it?

“ Remember ,” Ron said long ago when they broke up. “ You can do anything. ”

And she can. She knows she can. She can—she can—she sees the timeshare up ahead. Panics. She doesn’t know the password, she doesn’t know the—

Another line plays in her mind. Cuddle Monkey . DNAmy used to call Monty her Cuddle Monkey .

She types in the code.

C-U-D-D-L-E-M-O-N-K-E-Y.

“Kim, the password is—”

“I know what the password is!” Kim snaps. “I just need to… need to… yes, door’s open, we must have thirty seconds, right?”

“ You have ten, Kim .”

Her heart nearly stops. She sees Drakken crouched helplessly over the bomb, she sees the wires. Around them, animals float in tankards. Experiments-to-be. She rushes to the center of the floor, drops a knee. Starts plucking away.

Red-Purple—Blue? No, Green!

Her hands hover above the wires, her jaw drops.

“ Kim ?” Wade chokes from his end. “ Five. Four. Three …”

She remembers. Red Purple Green… she plucks them out as the colors flash in her mind. Yellow. Brown. Blue.

The final wire: White.

She reaches for it and—

—and—

Boom.

The bomb goes off. Heat pushes against Kim’s body, the light is blinding. She braces herself and—

—a globe of blue light materializes around the explosion, trapping the fire from escaping. Flame pushes against the blue light, and curls backwards like a wave. The explosion surges against itself, and Kim opens her eyes. Slowly, the globe of blue light shrinks inwards, and then becomes so small it crushes the explosion out of sight, out of reality.

“Nooooo!” Monkey Fist howls, snapping Kim from her reprieve. “Where’s the kaboom?! There was supposed to be an earth shattering kaboo—”

Boom.

Blue light explodes again, this time into a portal at least twelve feet tall. Light flashes from within, the light within the portal airy like storm clouds. Drakken and Monkey Fist both turn on the portal, jaws agape, not sure what to expect. But Kim? Kim groans and smacks her forehead.

Another distant boom, and a flash of light through the portal. A silhouette appears as a blip that becomes larger fast, and then Ron Stoppable swoops out of the portal, and soars right at Monkey Fist. Grabs him by the throat, and jettisons him across the room, smashing into a tankard holding a baby elephant. Cracks splinter the glass, and a foreign, green liquid spits out the cracks only to retreat back inwards. Blue light burns along the cracks, resealing the glass as nothing was damaged to begin with.

Ron has barely aged since their high school days, Wade’s theorized it has something to do with Ron’s powers. The only hint that he’s in the beginning of his 30s is the occasionally white hair speckled along his blond head, and even then, it’s mostly from stress.

And then there’s his eyes. Formerly brown and amber, they’re hardened now and a cold, steely blue. They glow like headlights when he uses his powers.

With some extra muscle caked onto his lanky frame, he fills out his navy blue Global Justice uniform well.

Kim wonders sometimes if Ron is even human anymore.

Ron stares Monkey Fist in the eyes. A crack of light and Monkey Fist’s body goes limp. Carelessly, Ron lets Monkey Fist’s body slide out from his grasp and hit the floor. He turns over to Kim. “Don’t worry, KP, he’s just knocked out, I didn’t kill him or nothin’.”

Kim stares at Ron, still on her hands and knees. “Who called you?”

Ron frowns, taken aback. Probably because she hasn’t seen him in months, and yet she’s still unhappy to see him. “Oh, um, Wade, called me like a few seconds ago. Heh.”

If it wasn’t for Ron, all of Colorado would be gone… all because Kim Possible wasn’t willing to give Doctor Drakken basic instructions. She can still feel the heat from the explosion singed on her body. It’s the closest she’s ever felt to death.

She quietly gets to her feet. “Wade, can you keep Ron’s appearance off the books?”

A long silence.

“ Sorry Kim ,” Wade sighs. “ I can’t. ”

~~KP~~

“For the last time,” Monkey Fist moans, handcuffed to a wooden chair in an otherwise empty interrogation room. “I didn’t mind control anyone from Yamanouchi, they willingly joined me.”

“Really?” Doctor Director scoffs. “You’re really sticking to this story, huh?”

Doctor Director is a tall woman. She towers at least half a foot over Kim and Ron. Over the years, crows feet have grown into her skin around the eyes, the creases particularly harsher from behind her eyepatch. A streak of white cleaves through her neatly cropped, chestnut brown hair.

Kim’s never seen her outside of her GJ uniform.

Standing besides Kim and still in uniform, Ron frowns. “You said Hirotaka was there, Kim?”

Kim nods. “I know, it doesn’t sound like the Hirotaka we know.”

Ron’s frown only sinks deeper. “Yeah…” he says with the air of someone who knows a little bit more than they’re letting on. “Betty, I think… Monty’s telling the truth on this one.”

Kim raises an eyebrow. What is it that she doesn’t know? She used to know everything but now that she’s stuck in Class B…

Doctor Director raises an eyebrow too. “Stoppable, if there have been issues at Yamanouchi, you need to be communicating that with me.”

“Sorry,” Ron bows his head in shame. “Sensei and I… had an argument, and I kinda interpreted it more as a personal problem than a saving-the-world kinda problem but I guess… yeah, I’ll do better, Betty, I swear it.”

Kim sympathetically reaches over to Ron and strokes his back.

Ron looks up. “Thanks, KP. Uh, so do you want me to round up the Yamanouchi peeps who got away?”

“It’s fine,” Doctor Director snips. “Possible’s got it.”

Oh, yeah, of course Possible’s got it.

Monkey Fist sneers at the three of them. “Some people in Yamanouchi felt that I had a point—that the Mystical Monkey Power shouldn’t belong to someone who isn’t willing to sacrifice their powers for the greater good.”

Ron sniffs loudly. “Dude, I didn’t even know about this shindig. I would have—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Doctor Director snaps. “God, you two… alright, I’ll take your word for it, Fiske. For now. You tell me where your people are hiding and we’ll be in better standing, got it?”

A twitch in Monkey Fist’s cheek. “Not a chance.”

“We’ll see about that,” Doctor Director growls, bending away from the chair. She shoves the door open with her elbow, and walks out into the hallway at a brisk pace. Kim and Ron follow.

The hallway is a pristine white. Not a speck of dust in sight. Immaculately clean, this is Global Justice DC, the homebase for most operations.

Doctor Director regards Kim harshly. “I don’t even know what to say to you.” She stares at her for a moment, her single eye burrowing deep into Kim’s soul. “You’re suspended for a week.”

She figured her punishment would be something like that.

Doctor Director turns on Ron. “Thank you for your work, Stoppable. While you’re still out here, I’d love a briefing on what’s happening in Lowardia.”

Ron glances over his shoulder at Kim. “Actually I was kind of hoping me and Kim could catch up, it’s been a minute for the two of us and um—”

“ Now , Stoppable,” Doctor Director says coldly.

Ron cringes and offers Kim a meek hand wave before walking away with his commander.

Once they’re out of earshot, Kim slouches and exhales.

“I know,” Drakken says suddenly, and Kim jumps. She looks back and sees the Formerly Bad Doctor staring at her from a few feet away. “Sorry, did I surprise you? Ha, who would’ve figured I’d be able to get the drop on the great Kim Possible…”

Kim winces. “I’m not great, I’m not even Class A.”

An awkward silence unfolds between the two, Drakken doesn’t seem to understand what she’s saying.

“Whatever, I’m just having a bad day,” Kim sighs, joining up with Drakken, nodding for the two of them to go to the cafeteria. “So don’t gloat about surprising me. Can you see colors again?”

He nods. “Could we… not go to the cafeteria? I actually wanted to speak with you. About a private matter.”

Kim stops in place. Blinks and shrugs. “Where to?”

~~KP~~

A few minutes later, they wind up in Drakken’s dormitory. It’s a messy room in need of a maid. Blueprints and schematics are scattered all over the floor. A half-filled mug of cold coffee sits at his desk.

“Apologies for the mess,” Drakken mumbles, using his heel to slide some of his paperwork underneath his bed. “Been working overtime on some… projects.”

Kim raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t think too much of it. She takes his desk chair while Drakken takes a seat on his bed.

“So?” Kim says when Drakken doesn’t say anything.

“Mm,” Drakken bites his lip. “It’s about… Shego.”

Read Chapter 2 today on AO3! Chapter 3 coming soon. : )

#kim possible fanfic #kim possible x shego #kigo #it's mission: impossible kinda shit #ron stoppable x will du

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