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Disclaimer:
I do not own Kim Possible or Smarty Mart; those entities and any other licensed parties both real and make-believe would be under the ownership of Walt Disney and Martin Smarty respectively. After the “restructuring” of KPSlash I, unfortunately, lost quite a bit (Okay ALL) of the lyrics I had planned to use for this story. IF you have some song lyrics or want to write some lyrics for this fic please PM them to me. I will try to use them all if I can. Oh and yeah, in Barkin’s voice: THIS IS KIGO PEOPLE! - Enjoy!
Chapter 3: Rhythmic Breathing
The linoleum floor of the Timeshare Lair’s biochemistry lab:
To say that you could hear a pin drop in the laboratory was an understatement. Had such a pin fallen there was a chance that the vibration of the minute sound would have measured on the Richter scale. The silence was so overpowering that even the lack of noise created its own eerie sound.
The cold, white room was like an amplifier magnifying the volume of even the most mundane things. The clock on the wall steadily ticked away seconds while rhythmic breathing echoed from below accompanied by the florescent lights as they quietly hummed overhead. The soothing yet clinical symphony suited the stark whiteness of the walls and made the non-noise all the more unnerving as it lulled the sleeping scientist.
A tiny whimper followed by a thunderous partial snore turned snort broke the blaring silence as the blue villain slowly regained consciousness. Even though it had been several hours since Dr. Drakken commenced his impromptu slumber on the cool, polished linoleum his brain immediately recalled the last waking event it had witnessed as if it had just happened nanoseconds earlier. A blinding flash of green plasma followed by a cold rush of pain like brain freeze penetrated the madman’s frontal lobe. That was the last thing Drew Lipsky could recall feeling before the chilling puddle of drool roused him from his sleep.
The college dropout wiped the small bit of offending spittle from his cheek with the back of his glove and rolled over to his side. Slowly he opened first one eye, then the other and surveyed the lab. Everything’s intact, he acknowledged with a sigh of relief. Closing his eyes again and twisting his body around, Drakken slowly pull himself up into a standing position. He was stiff, shaky and still slightly disoriented from the concussive jolt of Shego’s sleepy time touch.
The blue hued man swooned ever so slightly as he tried to right himself and several vines spurted out from his cuffs to stabilize his tipsy frame. “Thanks,” he replied to the mutant vegetation and in response one little vine sprouted a tiny yellow flower. Drew smiled wearily at the little bud then scowled as he remembered Shego’s pointed words and her utter detestation of his accidental overgrowth. Just the mere thought of contempt for the foliage caused the tiny flower to wilt and the vines to hastily retreat back into his body. As they recoiled, the vines knocked over a small vial sitting on the table.
Drew braced himself hunching over the stainless steel counter and his eyes focused on the small vial of dirty, sand colored goo that had toppled over. He smiled at the tiny mess as if it had just performed some sort of miracle. Slowly his smile broadened. One short snort of a chuckle followed… then another and another. A slow succession of several more rip-snort snickers emitted from the visibly mad scientist as his eyes flashed with a gleam of pure satisfaction. He dipped his gloved finger in the spilled solution and held the specimen up to his face to examine it closer.
His snorts of laugher continued until the quiet buzz of the florescent lights had been swallowed by the classic, “Muah-ha-ha-ha!” cackle of a madman. He smeared the light brown goo over his fingertips rolling it between his thumb and index finger. “This is brilliant!” he proclaimed to the lights overhead as he raised his finger to the ceiling so that it could inspect his latest achievement.
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The Stoppable family’s VERY comfortable couch.
The girl that could do anything was presently doing nothing as she drifted in and out of sleep on the plush sofa. Hana murmured softly as she napped on top of Kim’s chest. The pair was exhausted from their very busy day of summer boredom. It was unseasonably hot in Middleton and the heat wave had kept the two girls inside all day.
Kim had given up on daytime talk shows sometime around noon and Hana had decided that she was through learning from brightly colored puppets sometime around two which lead to snack time followed by nap time. The TV was muted and tuned in to one of the national satellite news networks. The silent images were dancing on the screen as Kim’s Kimmunicator rang.
BEEP BEEP BE-BEEP
“Go Wade,” the redhead mumbled as she stirred slightly and continued to snore softly on the couch.
Hana awoke immediately and looked at Kim’s outstretched arm to the chiming device on it.
BEEP BEEP BE-BEEP the Kimmunicator repeated.
The toddler gasped and her onyx eyes widened. She sat up and pulled a tuft of red mane as the littlest Stoppable mimicked Kim’s voice, “’o ‘ade, ‘o ‘ade.”
BEEP BEEP BE-BEEP
The former cheerleader furrowed her brow and lazily swatted at the little ninja’s fist. The toddler smacked the sleeping hero on the cheek. “wa da sitch.”
“Sitch?” Kim snorted as she slowly roused with the singular thought that she had dreamt the Kimmunicator was ringing.
“Sitch!” Hana repeated and returned to tugging on Kim’s hair.
BEEP BE- Kimberly Ann Possible’s arm flew up to her face as Hana ducked to avoid getting hit by the incoming extremity. I wasn’t dreaming! The young hero answered the Kimmunicator with a breathless start. “So what’s the sitch?”
“Hey Kim, sorry to bother you but-”
“Don’t be Wade, I was waiting…” the redhead paused; she didn’t want to seem too desperate for a mission. “I was just… waiting for Hana to wake up.” she lied and in return Hana frowned and shook her head ‘no’ in response.
The boy on the screen laughed and Kim blushed, “Okay, so Hana was waiting for me to wake up, what-ever!” She rolled her eyes and smiled slightly purring, “So sitch me already.”
The junior genius smirked at busting his friend then continued to brief her, “It’s not much Kim but we’ve had several reports of hovercrafts flying around the Western region of the country, all of them originating from a small resort town in Central California.”
“Well the hovercrafts sound like Drakken but the location… Isn’t that where we usually find Professor Dementor when he’s in the States?”
“Exactly! Shall I call Ron?” Wade asked.
“No, don’t bother. He’s been working double shifts all week and did a turnaround shift today. If I know Ron he’ll crash out the second I pick him up. Then I’ll have two little bundles of joy to lug around.”
Hana made a squeal of displeasure and decided it was time to relieve herself.
“Oh sorry, present company excluded.” Kim added apologetically. “And I guess that means you’ll need changing.”
The toddler ‘humphed’ and tried to squirm away as Kim scooped her up with one hand and carried her into the nursery. “Come on Agent Stoppable we have a mission!” Hana gasped and started to babble excitedly. Kim nodded as if she understood her.
Wade watched the scene for a moment before clearing his throat to get the crime fighter’s attention.
“I’m still listening Wade. So what do you think?”
“Well, honestly I’m not sure. It could be nothing but… okay remember when I tapped into Shego’s credit accounts?” he prompted pulling up a credit statement from several months back onto the Kimmunicator screen.
“Yeah,” Kim replied cautiously as she began to change Hana intentionally ignoring the image on the screen. The young heroine usually didn’t mind Wade’s less than legal snooping but something about spying on Shego’s spending habits seemed wrong in the sick and wrong sense to her.
“Well, there’s been NO activity since the day after she was pardoned by GJ. Not even so much as a fill up at a gas station. Even her monthly reoccurring charges aren’t being debited from her accounts like usual.”
The redhead opened her mouth to speak but hesitated momentarily as she wondered, what on earth does Shego buy on a regular basis? “Well, maybe like with my folks she’s ah… homeless and doesn’t need cable, internet or whatever it is she pays for.” Kim pointed out while looking through the drawers of the changing table for a suitable mission jumper for the baby.
“Kim, did you really think someone like Shego actually PAID for cable TV and internet service?” Wade deadpanned. “Half of the law abiding public doesn’t pay for those things.”
“Oh ye of little faith,” Kim retorted as she selected an olive and black colored jumper that was eerily similar to her old mission clothes. “This will put you in mission mode,” she whispered to the pintsized ninja.
“Not faith Kim, just human nature.” the young computer mastermind clarified.
“So what were Shego’s monthly charges?” she questioned before she even realized she really didn’t want to know… Okay, maybe I WANT to know and it’s just Shego after all but it still seems so not right to know those things… Why does it not feel right to me? She continued to wonder falling deep into thought as she absently cleaned up the changing station.
“Um…” the young genius paused. Wade studied the strained look on Kim’s face and guessed the internal conflict. It was clear to him that ever since Shego had broken out of prison Kim had been treating her adversary differently although the whiz kid was willing to bet his friend would deny it if he even dared to point it out to her.
As the silence grew Kim realized Wade was waiting for her reply before continuing on. “Ya know what, I don’t wanna know.” She shook her head to dismiss the turn in the conversation. “So you think Drakken and Shego are up to something?”
“It’s not so much Drakken I’m worried about as it’s Shego. I uh,” he let his voice trail off as he nervously grimaced. “I know you and Shego uh, bonded?”
The young woman paused for a moment and let her arm fall to her side as Wade’s carefully worded accusation hit her. Bonded? “Wade, what does that have to do with anything?” she asked not bothering to bring the Kimmunicator back up to her face.
“It’s just that you know her better than I do.”
“I don’t think spending a week with the G rated Miss Go makes me an expert on Shego!” Kim snapped trying to sound offended by the thought that SHE knew Shego yet she was inwardly flattered by the statement and the slight smile on her face hinted at that.
“She could just be laying low.” Kim suggested and as the words came out she was finally struck with the same growing uneasiness that Wade had. “Wade, when was the last time Shego’s accounts were quiet like this?”
“That’s just it Kim, they’ve never been dormant like this.”
“So are we worried about Shego or about what Shego might be up to?” the redhead asked as she resumed gathering up baby essentials from around the nursery.
Wade sighed and decided to bring his concerns home. “How bored are you with no missions?”
“What, oh well, I, I’ve…” Kim sputtered as she tried to divert her attention away from Wade’s question. “I have… I’ve been reading, you know, a lot.” She stuffed Hana’s things into a little knapsack and slung it over her shoulder. “And uh, I have to babysit; I mean, you know, someone has to watch Hana. And, I still haven’t chosen a university and… and I’m…” The former cheerleader stopped abruptly and looked into the Kimmunicator with her chest heaving. “I’m going crazy from the boredom OKAY!!!” she admitted with exasperation. “I’m not used to doing nothing! It’s not me! Saving the world, that’s me!”
“Exactly… and Drakken and Shego?”
“Oh they are so up to something big!”
“It makes sense. Battle suit?” Wade suggested already knowing the answer.
“You know it!” Kim Possible beamed with a sly smirk as she grabbed Hana and exited the nursery.
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Timeshare lair:
Drew Lipsky had been waiting exactly 27 hours and 13 minutes from the time he had awakened on the floor in the lab for his sidekick to emerge from her sleeping quarters. Four hours ago he had made a general announcement on the lair’s loud speaker that he had secured a new lair and all henchmen were to immediately cease all operations and prepare to evacuate the quote, “accursed rent-a-lair!”
The evil genius was busy packing up the last of his personal lab equipment when he heard the hiss of the laboratory door slide open. He paused for just a moment as he listened to the intimidating click of heeled boots as the quick falling footsteps grew closer to him.
Shego set the gun down on the counter beside him. “Vial 2 worked best. It lasted for just over 20 hours before noticeably fading. Vial 5 had the best color. I’m somehow allergic to vial 3 and vials 4 and 6 were duds.”
Drew stood there motionless with only his eyes sliding from the direction of Shego’s voice to the empty gun on the table.
“Thank you,” they both said in unison. Drew nodded and Shego followed with a nearly inaudible, “Don’t mention it.” The super powered villainess wheeled around and stalked back out of the lab yelling some pointless orders at the henchmen in the hall as the door closed behind her.
Dr. Drakken breathed a deep sigh of relief and added the gun to the nearly overflowing box on the countertop. He picked up the overloaded box and headed out of the lab. As he neared the doorway he shifted the box to lean it against the frame for support. With his elbow he pushed the power button for the lights and just barely managed to get his hand up to the door scanner before the box started to slide down. He replaced his hand under the box just as the door whooshed open. The slight air pressure from the hydraulic door opening ruffled a few of Drew’s notes and as he stepped through the threshold one lone piece of paper fluttered out of the box, over his head and back into the lab.
The villain paused for a moment debating on whether he really needed to set the heavy box down to go back for it. What are the chances there’s something important on that page, he wondered as he scrutinized the mess of papers still in the box. He quickly rationalized that the paper left behind was just a few doodles along with a partial formula for the antidote to his mutant vegetation. “Like I’ll miss that!” he muttered to himself and continued his walk to the entrance of the lair.
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The Possible trailer:
Kim zipped up the front of her battle suit and fastened her utility belt loosely around her waist. “Still with me Wade?” she called to the wrist Kimmunicator buried under the tank top she had formerly been wearing.
“Still here Kim!” was the answer from the muffled voice of the junior genius. “I’ve sent all the coordinates to the Sloth’s navigation system. Travel time should be about 40 minutes. Did you want me to call Ron for you too?”
“Please and thank you,” Kim chimed as she ran a brush through her hair and checked out her teeth in the mirror. “How do I look?” she playfully asked Hana turning to the baby and striking Billy’s Demons mock pose by whipping her hair around her shoulders and cupping her hands into the shape of a gun pointed up.
The toddler cooed her approval and clapped a few times then reached for the petite heroine. Kim giggled and held out a finger to indicate that the baby ninja needed to hold on a little while longer.
“Kim?” Ron’s voice filled the small bedroom of the RV.
“Hey Ron, looks like I’m FINALLY getting called out on a mission.” the redhead responded uncovering the Kimmunicator and placing it on her wrist before slipping her gloves on.
“I wish I could go with you but I’d probably fall asleep the second I sit down.” he acknowledged with a hint of embarrassment on his face.
“That crazy at the good ole Smarty Mart is it?” Kim giggled glancing at her boyfriend’s face on the small screen.
“And how!” Ron shuddered as the loudspeaker behind him wailed out yet another attention to Smarty Mart shoppers. “Martin Smarty has started using hovercrafts to have goods delivered.”
At that comment the Kimmunicator screen split in two and Wade’s face came into view of both of them. “Hovercrafts?” both he and Kim queried in tandem.
“Yup!” the blonde boy brightly confirmed. “Just like-”
“Drakken!” the Kim/Wade choir groaned.
“Aww man! You thought…” Ron paused as he looked at his own split screen of his girlfriend and Wade as both of them looked away from the screen with clear frustration on their collective faces.
“I’m sorry Kim,” Wade immediately apologized as he furiously typed in a few searches and came to the breaking news of Smarty Mart utilizing, “alternative shipping methods” to get products to Smarty Mart stores in the hardest hit areas. “I normally check and double-check everything before I contact you but it was hovercrafts en masse… I just assumed…”
“I know,” Kim quietly replied and abruptly cut off the communication leaving both boys to silently look at each other on their respective screens.
“Sorry,” Ron apologized to Wade as they both shrugged also disconnected the call.
The young babysitter, turned hero, turned babysitter slumped down leaning against the faux wooden paneling of the RV wall and sighed deeply. “This sucks!” she dejected.
“Dis such!” Hana mimicked crossing her arms and plopping down were she had been standing on the cushioned seat opposite Kim.
“Hana!” the teenager scolded the child then sighed again as her eyes started to water. Ever since graduation she had felt this nagging feeling inside of her… this doubt… this fear. What if the world never needs saving again? What if that was it? What if I’m usel-...?
BEEP BEEP BE-BEEP
The young woman’s dark thoughts were interrupted by the tone of the Kimmunicator ringing again. She wiped her eyes with the back of her gloved hand and pressed the button to take the call growling, “I’m okay Wade!”
“You’re better than okay Kim!” Wade announced with zeal ignoring ominous the tone in Kim’s voice. He smirked slyly and polished his nails on his shirt.
“What do you know?” Kim asked incredulously with a slight curl making its way across her lips.
“Oh you know…” he paused and looked up letting his smile broaden into a full on gloating grin. “Those Smarty Mart hovercrafts are different from Drakken’s in a few ways and...”
“And?” Kim pressed pushing her shoulders off the wall to fully stand up as she looked intently into the Kimmunicator screen with uncertain hope in her eyes.
“And, they’re totally traceable… AND they are flying on preset routes… Annndddd…”
“And,” Hana interrupted Wade with a little cry as she reached out for Kimmie to pick her up. Without missing a beat, the teen wrapped her free arm around the insistent child and cradled her close to her side. “And,” the toddler repeated.
“She sure is talkative today.” Wade observed with a near giggle amused more by his friend’s mounting anxiousness than the articulations of the baby.
“AND?!?” Kim nearly screeched as she rocked Hana gently to keep both of them calm. The crime fighter felt like she was about to leap out of her skin from anticipation. She knew her webmaster was stalling on purpose and getting a kick out of watching her squirm.
“And they are coming from the East coast!”
“What about the ones from the West Coast?” Kim questioned as she hurried out of the RV pausing for just a moment to sling Hana’s baby bag over her shoulder.
“What about the ones from the West Coast?” Wade repeated as if thinking about that question. He waited for a moment before answering allowing the girls time to get to the Roth SL. Kim situated Hana in the baby seat in the backseat making sure the junior martial artist was securely strapped in. The redheaded crime fighter looked over the car towards the house mentally checking to make sure she had locked everything up and hadn’t forgotten anything before sliding into the driver’s seat.
Like clockwork, the dashboard Kimmunicator in illuminated and Wade’s voice filled the car as he talked over a seemingly benign live feed from a California Highway Patrol surveillance camera. “Totally cloaked, flying erratically and VERY Drakkenish!” he announced just as a fleet of black hovercrafts with red clad henchmen came into view.
“Looks missionish!” Kim Possible purred while revving up the engine devilishly.
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