Lighting and thunder chased one another in the background as a bright flash gave image to the woman at the door.
“Dr. Director?”
Dr. Director, head of Global Justice, at her front door? Kim Possible stood shocked, watching the proud pride filled woman stand out in the rain, shivering, flushed, and tattered but still upholding the air of a military drill instructor.
“Ah, Ms. Possible,” Dr. Director slurred, “Sorry to drop in on you like this, but you must allow me entrance to your home.”
“Of course!” Kim stuttered, watching the sopping wet adult wander past the threshold and cough, hand balled up and placed politely to her lips.
“Thank you, Ms. Possible.”
“You’re welcome, Dr. Director.”
There was a short silence as Kim closed the door, watching the Director give her home a glance over before the older woman looked up, her one eye narrowed in thought.
“Ms. Possible?”
“Yes?”
“Your holding Ms. Shego here aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Kim said, determined, “I don’t agree with what Global Justice is doing concerning her, it’s indecent and–“
“Spare me,” Betty interrupted, lowering her gaze toward the couch as she brought her hands out from behind her back, “That was not my doing, I hope you realize.”
“Yes well,” It was only then that Kim Possible began to really notice the condition the head of Global Justice was in.
Of course! Wade! I need to contact Wade!
But that could wait. The head of GJ was here, now, in her living room and from the looks of things she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“Dr. Director,” Kim began, moving into the short hallway to retrieve a bundle of towels and return with them, “Just what is going on? Why are you here and just what the heck happened to you?”
“Right to the point I see.” The Director replied, reaching out to take the towels she was offered once Kim returned and collapse with a heavy sigh upon the couch. “I’m sorry to trouble you, Ms. Possible. I just need to settle here for awhile.”
“Here? Why here?”
Betty sniffed then, lifting a hand to rub at her nose. She began to use the towels to dry herself off in the meantime before she answered Kim.
She’s so sickly looking, Kim thought. Has she been running around in the rain?
Dr. Director frowned, watching the thoughtful expression on Kim’s face grow into concern.
“Well, for reasons beyond my control and as my last resource I have decided that staying here until the tomorrow morning would be best for me.”
Dr. Director paused then and suddenly found a point above Kim Possible’s head to be very interesting.
“I also can’t seem to contact my mother.”
Kim snickered, though quickly hushed herself from the flushed glare GJ’s head sent her way.
“Oh. I-I see.”
Kim sighed, watching Betty slump over the arm of the couch with an exhausted sigh.
“You don’t look so good.”
“I don’t feel so good.”
Kim stood, grabbing the damp and soggy used towels up from off the floor before sighing.
“This is so not the drama, Dr. Director.”
“You may call me Betty.”
Kim almost tripped over her own two feet as she moved to leave after hearing that.
“Betty?”
“Yes,” Betty mumbled, “Might as well…”
“Alright, this is so a 9.9 on the Weirdness Factor. I need to check on Shego and Ron. But when I come back, you spill.”
“As you wish, Ms. Possible,” Betty yawned, closing that one eye with another cough.
“Just call me Kim.”
Shego cackled, her tall imposing figure looming dangerously over Ron’s pathetic person.
“Shego, now you stop it right now! Bad Shego, b-bad!”
“What’s wrong sidekick? Getting scared are we?”
“It’s Ron, not sidekick! And scared? Of you? Hah! As if. You’re not afraid, are you Rufus?”
“Nuh-uh! Hah!”
“Oh really?”
“Oh well maybe just a tiny bit…Ah now what are you going to do with that?”
“We’re only gonna have some fun, Mr. Sidekick.”
“Ron! R-O-N! Put that down! Oh no, Rufus!”
“Put down!”
“You will all obey The Supreme One!”
“What is going on in here?”
Shego laughed nervously, turning tossing a look over her shoulder to find a peeved looking Kim Possible standing there in the room.
“Uh-oh.”
Kim didn’t know what she’d walked in on. Shego had apparently backed Ron up and into a corner, for whatever reason Kim was sure she didn’t want to know, Shego had put on one of her black robes and was now sporting it like a cape or cloak of some sort. She had Ron held up by his collar in her grasp, and Ron, being Ron, was being very…well, sidekick like by not doing anything to provoke the insane villainess who held him.
“Shego…”
“It’s not what it looks like, Kimmie.”
“She’s crazy, KP!”
“Let Ron go, Shego.”
She did, and he hit the floor with a thud.
“Just what did you think you were doing?”
“Having some fun?”
“Corner!”
“Aw! Kimmie, you can’t blame me. I…couldn’t help it! He was just…sitting there begging for it.”
“No excuses, corner!” Kim mumbled, pointing in that general direction.
With a mumble Shego made her way to one of the corners of Kim’s room, sitting down with a hump and a brooding look.
“Oh man, thanks a lot KP.” Ron muttered. That was scary.
That was weird…Kim thought, actually surprised Shego had obeyed her. Taking the Kimmunicator from off the dresser before taking a seat on the bed.
“Who was at the door, KP?”
“You’ll never guess.”
“Dr. Director.”
Kim and Ron both glanced at Shego, who was still very much sitting in her corner.
“Face the wall, Shego!”
“Oh, damnit Kim!”
“What have I said about language?”
Shego turned to face the wall, muttering about Dr. Drakken and how her criminal career had been flushed down the toilet.
With a sigh Kim brought her attention back to Ron.
“No joking?” Ron said.
“No joking.”
“But why?” Ron asked, frowning up as he tried to think seriously on the situation. “Is she back to find out more about The Ron Factor?”
“Oh heavens let’s hope not!”
“Hey!”
“I mean…I think it’s something a tad more serious this time.”
“What could be more serious then The Ron Factor?”
“Anything!”
“Shego!”
Ron pouted, “Maybe I could go talk to her?”
“To Dr. Director?”
“Well yeah. I could ask her why she’s hear and everything.”
“Uh…well, I guess that could work,” Kim mumbled, rubbing her chin as she contacted Wade.He just wants to help. “But we better let Wade know about it first.”
“Okay, KP.” Ron said, smiling as he petted Rufus.
“We should probably tell Monique at school tomorrow too, maybe she can help with the clothes thing.”
“I’m not wearing any cheap crap from Smarty Mart!”
“For your information she works at Club Banana…and wall Shego! Wall!”
“Wade here, whatcha need, Kim?”
“Oh, hi Wade.”
“Tell ‘im I said hi! Tell ‘im!”
“And Ron says hi.”
“Well tell him I said hi back.”
“He says hi back, Ron.”
“Yay!”
“Oh shoot me now.”
“Wall, Shego!” Kim and Ron said in union, causing Wade to wonder just what was going on over there.
“So?”
“Oh Wade, you won’t believe whose crashing at my house.”
“Dr. Director?”
“It’s Dr–…Oh wait, yeah.” Kim grunted, resting her head against her hand. “Way to take all the fun out of it, Wade.”
“Heh, sorry Kim. But that is what being a genius is about.”
“So do you know why she’s here? Or what we’re going to do about this?”
“Well, I’m still scanning the security camera records on clues about what happened at Global Justice. Hey, where is Dr. Director anyway?”
“I left her in the living room, Wade. She was pretty beat up looking, and she may be coming down with a fever. She asked to stay till tomorrow morning. I’m guessing then she’ll try to contact her mother.”
“Her mother?” Ron and Shego asked.
“Hah. The head of GJ counts on her mommy to save her.”
“Shego…do I need to get a newspaper…”
“Oh! Speaking of Shego, I got some of the veterinarian papers faxed to me and you didn’t fill out the type of animal she is section on it.”
Shego groaned, as if she needed to be reminded of that particular visit.
“Well…What do you think, Ron?”
“Hello?” Shego muttered.
“Maybe she can be a naked mole rat?”
“Shego doesn’t look to much like a naked mole rat.”
“Uh, excuse me?”
“Well, how about a lizard?”
“Yeah! Lizard’s are green!”
“Wade, Ron…just no.”
“Damnit, don’t I have a say in this?”
“No,” The trio of friends responded.
“How about we name her as an exotic?”
“What sort of exotic?”
“Like a special cared for animal.”
“You may need to buy some extra things and we’ll have to fill out more papers for it.”
“I’m ready for it, Wade.”
“So then, what should we call her, KP?” Ron asked, giving an irritated looking Shego a look over.
“Think we could classify her as canine and wing it?”
“If so, then she could be a wolf.” Wade suggested, already filling out the appropriate sections of the papers.
“Wolf it is then, what do you think about it Shego?”
“Woof woof, baby.”
“What is your pet's name?”
“Shego.”
“No.” Kim replied, giving Shego a wary look.
“If we called you that then GJ would know about it too soon,” Wade said, tapping his chin in thought. “How about Pookie?”
“Pookie?”
“I like Pookie, what do you think Rufus?”
“Right, uh-huh!”
“I refuse to be called Pookie!”
“Mmm…”
“Well, what about Snowflake?” Kim suggested.
“Or we could call her Simba!”
“Or… let’s not, Ron.”
“Anything, anything but Pookie!”
“I find Pookie to be a very adorable and respectable pet name.”
“I also find fried Ron-ka-bobs to be a very appealing subject right now.” Shego growled.
“Bad Shego! You put away those glowing hands, no frying people!”
“Kimmie,” Shego whined, pouting as she huffed. “I don’t want to be called Pookie, no way.”
“Then we’ll call you…Pookaroo?” Kim said meekly.
“That’s even worse, damnit!”
“Would you make up your mind!”
“Kim, Kim!” Ron yelled, trying to be heard over the sound of Kim and Shego’s current argument, “I’ve got it!”
“What?” Ron flinched as Shego and Kim both placed their full aggressive attention on him.
“How about…,” Ron gulped from the look Shego was sending his way. Please don’t let this get me killed. “How about The Supreme One?”
“Now you’re talking, sidekick!”
“Ron, I’m not going to walk around calling Shego The Supreme One!”
“And why not?”
“So not the drama!”
“Well, let’s see. I’ll just enter all our suggestions into a name generator and see what comes out.”
“Alright Wade.”
“Well?” Shego muttered, expectantly. She was feeling very impatient and agitated. Why did she need to be called something else anyway?
“Wait amoment,” Wade muttered, disappearing off the tiny screen before returning with a sheet of paper in his hand, “Shego, it says that your new name will be…Sheeroo.”
“What is that, like some weird mutation of my name and Pookie?”
“Sounds like Pandaroo got in there too.”
“Whatever you guys, it’ll have to do!” Kim said, exhausted as she flopped back onto her bed.
“So Shego’s new name is Sheeroo Possible.” Wade confirmed, scribbling down the needed information with a sigh. “Right, now that that’s taken care of–”
“Dr. Director!”
“Yeah, I was getting to that, Kim–”
“No!” Kim interrupted, “I mean, I forgot all about her!”
“Oh yeaaaah,” Ron whispered.
Kim stood up and rushed down the stairs of her room and moved back on toward the living room as fast as she could, Ron and Shego on her heels.
“Hey slow down, KP!”
“Heh, no more corner time!”
As Kim emerged from the hallway into the living she paused from what she saw. Apparently Dr. Director had decided to take a small nap, but if so then how…
“Looks like Mom went Dr. Possible on Betty.”
“Betty?” Shego snickered, coming up beside Kim and draping her arm about the younger girl's shoulder.
“Yup, that’s her name.” Ron said, coming around with Rufus in his grasp.
Dr. Director had passed out from the looks of things. Passed out right on the couch and in one of those long t-shirts Kim’d given Shego the first time around. Kim set the Kimmunicator down, allowing Wade to face the unconscious woman.
“I’m guessing your mom came in here and tended to her?”
“Yeah.”
Shego wandered over soon enough, looking fairly innocent. She whistled slightly, giving the woman on the couch a good look over.
“Somebody kicked her butt good.”
“For your information I was severely outnumbered by Gemini troops and my own.”
The trio yelped, Ron leaping up into Shego’s arms ala Scooby Doo style.
“You’re awake?”
“Your all are rather loud, so yes, I am awake.” A sniffling Dr. Director responded, sitting up sluggishly and rubbing the top of her wild haired head. “I could hear you three pounding down the stairs.”
Kim blushed, rubbing the back of her head. “Sorry about that.”
“Beat it.” Shego growled, dropping a startled and surprised Ron at her feet.
“Hey!”
Wade watched the commotion with mild amusement, finding the situation that was slowly playing out at the Kim Possible residence to be way more interesting then any online game he could have played. Keeping KP and the others on one screen he allowed them to talk with one another while hacking back into the GJ security systems. Let’s see what Mr. Mamoru Scar is up to…
Dr. Director sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she reached out to grab a peice of tissue. The sound of her nose being blown seem to bring silence to the room once more.
“Sorry, did I interrupt you’re childish argument?”
“This coming from the woman who wants to call her Mommy?”
“Now you see here–“
“Shego, Betty, please let’s not go there.” Kim muttered, plopping down on the floor near the couch. “So, spill.”
“She’s letting you call her Betty?”
“Hush Shego,” Kim grumbled.
“Well, “ Betty started, “It all started when I first found out about the new reports concerning Ms. Shego…”
Kim, Ron, and Shego listened intently as Dr. Director retold the little encounter she’d had with Mamoru Scar.
“So you threw him out?” Shego said.
“Literally?” Ron squeaked.
“A grown man…”
“It wasn’t that complicated.” Dr. Director muttered, finding the cuffs on the shirt Dr. Possible had forced her into (saying something about flu season and how being in wet clothes wouldn’t solve that particular problem) very interesting. “I suppose it set him off. So he decided to gather himself a mutiny against me. Somehow, he got some of the agents to try and throw me out. One thing led to another, and after Scar saw that that wasn’t going to cut it…”
“He called in some of Gemini’s henchmen?”
“Yes, Ms. Possible. My brother’s henchmen were there…I don’t understand it though, how Scar would have managed to get Gemini on his side unless…”
“Unless Gemini has been trying to get you dethroned all along and Scar is just a puppet in that plan.”
All eyes turned to Shego then, and she coughed lightly into the palm of her hand. “Yes a idea, I mean. What else have you got to go on? Besides, that’s what I would have done.”
“Shego’s right actually, you wouldn’t believe what I found out.” Wade soon reappeared, speaking gravely. “Kim, hook up the Kimmunicator to the television set and I’ll run the video file I got from the security cameras.”
Kim stood up and did as she was told, setting up the Kimmunicator so that it would play smoothly through the television set. After placing Wade down ontop of the TV she moved to sit on the couch beside a rather pale and exhausted Global Justice head.
Shego grinned, finding the situation to be rather amusing in her own dark way, but as she sat down beside Kim’s legs and saw the concerned expression she held for the tired ol’ GJ head she only sighed. Can’t save everybody…
Ron on the other hand plopped down right beside KP on the couch, squeezing in and causing the other two occupants to grunt with discomfort.
“Remember me?” Ron said, beaming toward Dr. Director.
The older woman nodded, quirking a brow. “Ah, yes. The Ron Factor?”
“Yup! That’s me.” The Ron Factor stretched out then, taking up even more space on the couch.
“Alright Ron, save some ego for the rest of us.”
“Shh!” Wade hushed, starting up the file.
Security File
The screen was static filled and fuzzy at first, the sound coming in close to zero before it all began to smooth itself out and play much like a recording on a camera would.
There stood upon a platform the tall imposing figure of Mamoru Scar, one hand placed within his suit jacket and the other around his clip board.
“My loyal subjects!” He called, addressing the several blue suited figures about him, who seemed confused as more filed into the room. Scientists and other agents seemed to stumble in as well, just as confused as the rest of the faculty was. “There has been a great loss among us! Our head of operations, Dr. Director, is gone from action.”
There were several cries of outrage at this, as Scar lifted his hand with a grin. “And do you know why she is gone? Because she has ran from the truth that I will now tell you!”
Several of these faces turned non-believing gazes toward Scar once more, though he knew he had their attention.
“Your beloved Dr. Director has been nothing more but incompetent and a traitor. She was not suited for this job that obviously only a man can truly handle. Why, if she were not a traitor, then why is it we are reduced to this, to allowing a simple teenager to handle our affairs?”
“Sir.”
“High Inquisitor Scar, Minion.”
“…Uh, Sir. Team Possible is a highly advanced last resort method. They’ve always solved the missions before.”
“How is it, do you think, a child and her friend and a…rat can solve such complex situations meant for adults, for men! It is obvious that Dr. Director was setting them up, making them look good. She had to be in cohorts with the enemy! The very enemy that we deem an animal.”
“But sir–“
“Don’t but sir me! I have spoken, and any fool who cannot see the light can calmly address me on the situation…” It was now that from behind the High Inquisitor several shadowy figures emerged, each baring the omega sign upon their chests.
“Now it is time for a new world order!” All around the GJ agents migrated the omega signed figures, crowding around their small numbers and taking up all the space. “An order where things are as they were meant to be! Where I shall guide this world into peace and perfect balance. Now, together, with my sources, GJ, and WEE will be one! For the better of this existence!”
Mamoru allowed himself time to cackle hysterically as Gemini’s henchmen crowded the GJ agents, one of them shoving a chained up Will Du against a fellow worker.
“We shall allow no weaklings to do what is needed. We shall destroy all who we see fit as animals, as dangers to humanity! And do you know exactly what an animal is? A person who only cares of themselves and their own well being, a coward who is afraid to face the truth. Indeed, you’ve guessed right my friends, a traitor is an animal!”
Stepping down from his platform the High Inquisitor would reveal a new official looking document, holding it up for all to see.
“Now here this, upon the approval of this new decree it hearby states that Dr. Betty Director is now a dangerous animal, and is to be shoot and destroyed through all possible legal means. Those very means that are used to destroy a wild rabid beast!”
After all, Mamoru thought as he smirked widely at the shocked and appalled faces of the GJ agents and beaming from the applause of Gemini’s agents, if it’s legal you can’t get in trouble for murder.
The footage was cut short as a plastic cup collided with the screen, bathing it in room temperature water.
“WHAT!”
“Whoa whoa! Dr. Director, let’s just chill here! At least you won't have to leave tomorrow morning eh?” Ron yelped, dodging a wild enraged swing from the older woman.
“Hah!” Shego yelled with triumph at the red face of Dr. Director. “Welcome to my world!”
“Should I call the Vet again?”
Kim sighed. This is so not the drama.
“Yes, Wade…”
To be continued…