Kim Potential…

Summary: A desperate Dr. Drakken has sensibly reviewed his Files of Past Plots to find the most effective weapon yet used on KP and improve it with unexpected results. Ron and company find they have a new partner.

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Dramatically evil music…

The new Lair of Dr. Drakken…Recently escaped from prison…

"Really like what you've done with the place…Not…" Shego's sardonic coo.

Hmmn…Both looked round…Drakken sighing at the bare walls, Shego shaking head and frowning.

Not the same old place…Gone the gloomy stone walls, the dank, damp floors…The various bottomless pits of lava, goo, and God knew what else scattered round.

Not to mention it's rather cramped…Being in fact a rented bungalow…An equipment-crammed, such as could be salvaged from the government warehouse where the components from the old place had been taken or newly stolen, rented bungalow.

"Sorry if you don't find it to your liking…Perhaps if you'd defeated Kim Possible last time and kept me out of prison we'd still have our spacious old castle lair…They don't come cheap you know." Drakken, glaring.

"Uh-huh…So what, 'stick with me, baby and in a few months I'll have stolen or blackmailed enough to buy another imported European castle with moat and dungeon'?" she frowned at him.

Nice way to greet me after nearly a year of prison…And not like you cared enough to visit me while I was in the slammer until you picked me up. He glared back.

Not to mention…"Baby?" Since when I have ever addressed you in such a derogatory, even sexist manner? Geesh…I may be an employer of the evil persuasion but I've never been that kind of evil employer…Heck, I wasn't the one who wanted me to stop calling you "Ms. Go".

"What? Mad cause I didn't risk my neck getting you out sooner?" she eyed him… "Oh, poor scar-faced blue lil' poopsie."

Oh, I've missed you so…She did not say.

"You might have written me." he noted. "Nearly a year, not even a card on my birthday…" pout.

What? She stared…Blinking.

You didn't get my card?

"I couldn't write you letters…You know that…Kimberly the Possible Pain in the Neck could have found out where I was in hiding." somewhat anxious tone…

Hmmn…Ummn… "And by the way…" hasty return to glare… "Thanks for writing me…From prison where your mail was sure to be monitored…With my name and address on the envelope."

I treasure every line…Save in my keepsake box, she did not say.

"I only used the PO Box and come on…" he shrugged. "What was the point of being secretive…Who else did I have to write to? Theyd''ve known even if I'll addressed it to Mrs. Drakken."

She Drakken…faint sigh…

"By the way, Mom is very well…And a bit miffed you never came to see her while waiting for me to escape."

"I'm your Evil partner." frown… "There's nothing in the contract that says I have to visit your mother while you're in prison."

"What 'contract'?"

When did we ever need a 'contract'? Geesh, you make it sound so formal, girl… On my first night back, too. Involuntary sigh…

"I was speaking figuratively."

He wanted me to see his mom? Does that mean…?

"Well, did you save the main computer files at least?"

"Of course…They're on the laptop's hard drive. Over there…" she pointed to a desk in the living room.

"Laptop…" he sighed. "Just a year ago I had a whole castle lair full of supercomputers."

"Wasn't my Evil Scheme that went down like lead when Steamboat Kim crashed our old place." Shego noted. "Don't blame me."

"I wasn't blaming…I was complaining." he noted, taking seat, turning on power. "There's a difference."

He doesn't blame me? Oh, Drew…Concealed beam.

"Well, I must see what's left…Hmmn…" he eyed the laptop screen. "A bit slow, isn't it?"

"It's a laptop, not HAL from 2001."

"Fine. First order of Evil business…We buy or steal a new supercomputer."

I would have got you one, she thought...Sigh…If as it so happens I hadn't spent nearly every dishonest cent I've saved on your legal case. Risking exposure at my hideaway contacting lawyers.

"Fine by me…" she noted.

"Ah, there we are…Looks ok. Shego, I'm sorry if I'm not being very good company. It's been a very trying time, this time, in prison."

"Oh, that's ok…I mean, I don't care." She hastily noted. "How…Trying?" slightly anxious.

"The other villains were unusually stupid…And rather mean. I think it was deliberate on the part of the prison authorities. I think they put me with non-genius villains just to mock…"

Slam of fist on the desk, green plasma ball hitting the wall nearest and going on through…

"Who mocked you?!"

Uh…

"I mean so I can get in touch with them and we can mock you together. Plus of course we have an Emperor of Evil image to maintain in public." She hurriedly insisted.

"Oh, it doesn't matter now. Besides I've hired some of them as my new henchthugs. You can mock me with them."

"Oh…Great…"

Cut to shot of Shego tormenting and torturing various quivering henchthugs. "Make fun of my bel…my employer, will ya?!"

"Yes. It's what you do I suppose." Sigh…

"Yeah. Mock is my middle name… She Mock Go...That's me."

"Really? You know, you have the same initials as Sarah Michelle Gellar?"

"That's me…Buffy on my off hours. You've unmasked me, Doc, way ta go." Sneer.

Wonder if he likes Buffy? Blonde and all….But he's told me he likes brunette.

Hmmn…Drakken pondered.

That would be interesting. Evil villainess by day, world-saving vampire slayer by night…

Burning the candle at both ends, though, wouldn't it be?

Anyway, lets not be ridiculous. There are no such things as vampires or ipso facto, vampire slayers.

Unless…We just haven't seen them yet outside of TV and movies.

Now, Lipsky…Lets not get silly here…We are a man of science, however evil.

"Enough…" he put up a hand. "Lets see…Yes, the files seem intact, thank evilness. Good job, Shego."

"Thanks."

He's always sweet about thanking or good-jobbing me. Not a lot of evil masterminds go to the trouble…Even with their seconds-in-command or partners. But Drewsie always…

I really would have sprung you as soon as I'd exhausted the legal possibilities. I thought It'd be best to get you out via the legal system's gaping loopholes. Clean slate, fresh start, easier to get security clearance to slip into fortified secret governmental labs and bases, better credit score.

"Ok, yes, now I can begin…"

Gotta love that never say die or give up the plot to rule the world attitude…She thought. I mean I may never stop teasing him about it but…

"…Let Operation Review commence!"

"Operation 'Review'?" Shego stared…

"I've decided to be more methodical in my plans of world conquest." Drakken nodded. "And that requires first of all that I must review my past attempts. After all, there are no failures in Science…Only lessons learned."

Hmmn…Actually…

"Though on this system, it may take a little time…" he eyed the slowly uploading files.

"What about dinner while I wait for these files to come up? I haven't been near a kitchen except for potato peeling in months." He noted. "I'm itchin' to put my cooking skills back to use. Unless you want to order out?"

"Nah…" she shook head. Slight inward beam. "You better let me help you…"

"What? Since when have you cooked?"

Cut to shot of Shego terrorizing master class chef hired for private lessons… "I said I need to know how to cook a decent meal in six lessons!" plasma bolts flying…

Middleton High…

Hallway corner between class sessions…Kim Possible in blouse and slacks, on communicator…

"So that's all you've got? Drakken escaped his maximum security confinement cell by putting in a phony telephone call?"

"Well…" Wade on screen, pausing… "The call did claim his mom was sick. They brought him out to talk to her 'doctors' later that day. Naturally they were synthodroids."

Hmmphf…Sigh… "Well, he's out then…Naturally. Any idea of what he might be up to?"

"Nothing so far. He's probably laying low, rebuilding his criminal organization, and making plans…But as yet none of his usual glaring signs of activity…Massive power drains to one location, huge shipments of expensive scientific and technical equipment, vast transfers of wealth electronically."

"What about Shego? Any word on her?"

"She's managed to lay low all this year. Not a sign and unfortunately I can't trace her funds via the Billionaires' Club. They have even better encryption than I do. Probably since they can afford to hire a hundred super-geniuses for every one of me."

"I sure you could still out genius any one of them, Wade." Kim smiled at the screen. "But we need to try and get a lock on whatever Drakken's next scheme may be. Keep on it, will ya?"

"Absolutely, Kimberly." Wade nodded. "Hey, Monique." Beam on screen, Kim looking behind her to see her friend Monique, tall and lovely, eyeing the screen.

"Guys…I'm trying to keep a low profile here." Kim looked at screen, then Monique.

"No problem, Kimmy." Monique nodded. "But you'd best keep to Wadecomming in secure rooms, not out here. I mean no one is gonna believe you speak to lil' Wade here cause he's your so…You know?"

"I could pass for a friend…Gee." Wade, downcast.

"Sure you could…" Kim, reassuringly. "Any way, gotta get to class. Keep me up on the sitch, Wade. Bye."

"The little supergenius is touchy." Monique noted. "But you know I didn't mean to hurt his feelings?"

"I know…But he's not very used to dealing with people, Mo. And I want him to feel he's my friend as well as my tech guy."

"Sorry. I'll be nice to him next time to make up. We'd better get along." They headed off, Kim shoving communicator in her gym bag. "So what's the world threatening item today?"

"Drakken…Escaped…But nothing so far as to plans or threats."

"That blue freak never knows when to quit. When's he ever gonna get it that he can't beat you and go make cupcakes or something else he's good at?"

"Dad says he's got major self-worth issues." Kim sighed. "Well, we'll hear from him soon enough, may as well enjoy the quiet for now."

Loud blare from down the hall…Ron Stoppable approaching…Baring, to the girls'…And everyone else in the hallway's horror…

"Is that?..." Monique stared…

"Uh-huh…" Kim, shaking head…

"Hello, girl of the friendly persuasion…And girlfriend/superheroine partner…" beam. "Behold, my latest accomplishment. For I, Ron Stoppable, am now master of…"

"A tuba? Ron…" Kim sighed. "When you said you might try a musical instrument this semester, I thought you had settled on a harmonica…Which, admittedly, was annoying enough."

"Too many drooling issues…" Ron shook his head. "But, with my beloved tuba…No problems there…There's plenty of collection space inside."

Eehew…Kim, Monique….

"Hmmn…You know using that touch of tarragon was a brilliant idea, Shego." Drakken nodded happily, seated again at laptop. "That was the best chicken…Heck, the best meal I've had in a very long year."

Aww….You…She repressed a grin. Hmmn…. "Uh…Maybe we should go for a little walk, digest a bit, before you settle back down to it?" she suggested.

"Perhaps later…Too much chance of my being spotted outside right now. Besides, no time like the present to begin laying my…Hmmn…" he eyed the screen.

"Something…?" she asked, a bit eagerly.

Kinda wish he'd not get all caught up his first night back…He gets so focused and won't even talk to me.

"There seems to be a definite…" he continued to eye the screen.

"Yes?" Geesh at least finish your sentences…We were talking here… she sighed. Always the way…I end up just waiting while he spends hours and days…

Though I do always get the big rant.,, Our special time…

"Doc?...Wanna let me in on what's up sos I can shoot it down?" sarcastic tone.

My job to help weed out the silliest stuff, after all…

"…pattern…" he resumed suddenly. "Yes, we clearly do best when we work with Kimberly, not against her."

"Well, duh…" Shego, frowning. "If you mean when we've had to form a temporary alliance to fight off other villains or to save our necks, sure…Always helps to have three plus henchthugs on the team."

Kimberly? She blinked…What is that? Some kind of newfound respect?

"And our greatest near-success…"

"I.e, failure…" Shego cut in…

"Yes, well, we came very close…Was when I cloned Kim Possible."

"Uhhhnn…" Shego, sighing. "We gotta do this again? No cloning, doc…I done told you and told you. I can go to my lawyer, you know…It's notarized."

"Not you, Shego…" Drakken sighed. "I said 'when I cloned Kim Possible'…"

"Yeahhh…And all the Kim clones dissolved in seconds when hit with soda…Plus they were kinda more Commodore Puddles rather than Kim…Berly." Innocent smile to his frown.

Geesh, I was just showing the girl a little respect. What's she gotta be like that for, especially after we just had such a nice cook and dinner. I almost thought she was glad to have me home.

"That was a synthoclone…I'm talking the real thing…A human Kim clone…Soda-proof. Well, soda-resistant…There's nothing I can do about how sticky soda can be."

"A human Kimmy clone? Nice. Do you remember what our henchthugs said that day when you made the first clone in a flash of actual thought? 'We can't beat one Kim Possible, how we gonna handle an army of Kims?'"…Another innocent smile.

Just trying to save you from an obvious disaster, Drew…

"Not an army…Yet…Just one…One perfect Kim Possible clone…Bent to our way…" leer.

"You mean?..."

"Yes…An evil Kim Possible…All her goodness turned on itself…Making her, pure Evil…"

"Hmmn…Hello…?" Shego frowned… "An Evil human Kim clone? Isn't she gonna wanna run the show here? Aren't we gonna end up either dead, in prison, or worse, workin' for her?"

"I've considered that…Don't worry…Our Evil Kim will be a team player."

Well, team meaning me and her…Then everyone else…

Oh, I'm getting a really bad vibe about this one…Sigh.

Though is it, God, another miserable sure to fail scheme? Or, hmmn…Drakken and evil Kim and me? Somehow threesomes never work out in Evil.