This story started as and idea from Boris Jeltsin, I hope you enjoy.

Drakken has a new plan to defeat Kim Possible, because what would be beaten more easy than a cute, innocent kitten?

Disclaimer: Kim Possible and related are the property of Disney which, contrary to common belief, I do not own.

Chapter 1: Drakken's plan

"…And that is how we finally get rid of Kim Possible once and for all," Drakken finished his rant, a gloating grin on his face.

The grin quickly fell though, when he noticed no one was in the room with him anymore, "Shego!"

"Relax," the green skinned henchwoman said as she walked back into the main room while chewing on a hamburger, "I'm back, did I miss something?"

"You got to the kitchen and made a snack while I was in mid-rant?" Drakken almost shouted.

"Indoor voice," Shego told, not really making the situation any better, "And no, we were out of buns so I went to town to buy some take-away, you wanted some too?"

For a moment, Drakken was struck silent, "You went away to get a snack while I was explaining our next master plan?"

"And you just finished?" Shego retorted, "I've been away for over an hour and you didn't even notice?"

"NJAAH!" Drakken growled angrily, "Don't do that anymore."

Shego shrugged, "Only if you cut down on the long rants. So, what's the plan? Just give me the boiled down version."

"Hmpf," Drakken muttered, "maybe I don't want to tell you anymore."

"Fine," Shego shrugged and walked away.

"Let's just say a little kitty will be thrown at the dogs very soon…" Drakken chuckled evilly before he noticed Shego had left already again, "Shego!"

"Hey Kim," Wade greeted from the monitor inside the redhead's locker, "You're later than usual."

"Yeah, Ron got down with a cold," Kim explained, "I had been waiting for him for a while already when he called to tell he couldn't make it to school."

"I thought his fortress of immunity held back any germs," Wade smirked.

"Well, from what I heard over the phone, he got it bad," Kim told, "It seems only the full blown, clogged nose and hard headache ones get him, and I know how those feel."

"I bet it's not great," the computer genius sympathized; staying in his room most of the time kept colds and the flu safely away from him, but he could imagine how someone hit with a cold would feel.

"So, any sitch going on at the moment?" Kim asked, "And no, I won't take on anything big before Ron is back in the game," she added after a frown from Wade, rolling her eyes.

"Well, you got one weird message on the site from DNAmy," Wade told, "but I was going to discard it anyway. Apparently her changeling machine was destroyed last night and she wanted you to investigate."

"She's done with the fusing?" Kim frowned, "Now she's just changing animals into other animals?"

"That's pretty much it," Wade nodded, "I looked up the specs and I think that was its main use."

"Well, if it's destroyed it won't cause trouble anymore," Kim shrugged, "I don't see why I should look who has done this."

"Maybe, but if you go there, you might be able to convince her to give you the blueprints," Wade suggested, "That way we can counter the effects should she ever build a new one."

"That actually sounds like a good idea," Kim smiled, "I'll look into it this afternoon, you rock Wade."

"Hey Ron," Kim said after she had called her best friend, "I'm going to pass by a little bit later; I've got a small mission errand."

"Nobbing dangeroub, right?" Ron answered in a very nasal voice, "Sorry, by dose is clobbed."

"No big," Kim smiled – almost chuckled actually, "Just take good rest and get better quickly. And yes, the mission is just a small investigation… at DNAmy's house, okaygottago, bye," she closed the connection before Ron could say anything back. She felt a bit guilty for cutting her friend off, but she wanted to do this mission and hearing half an hour of Ron's – almost inaudible – objections wasn't great for both of them.

Seeing as the somewhat off-worldish genetic scientist lived in Upperton, it only took Kim a short time to get there.

"I'm so glad you could come," DNAmy told as she opened to door for the redhead, "I don't feel safe in my own home anymore."

"They broke in through the window and threw over several tables before they headed into my lab and destroyed even more there," the heavyset woman continued, "fortunately I was only working on one project."

"Yeah, a real relief," Kim deadpanned, "can you show me the lab?"

"Yes, follow me," Amy led the redhead down the stairs to her basement laboratory.

The first thing Kim noticed was a deep dent in the lowest stair, "Was that here before?"

"No," DNAmy shrugged, "one of them must have fallen down when they got down here in the dark… serves them right for destroying my stuff."

"I guess," Kim decided against mentioning the damage DNAmy had caused to Middleton when she and Drakken had teamed up to create a monster, "Do you have some blueprints of your machine? So Wade can make a better estimation on how it was destroyed."

"Yes, of course," Amy handed Kim a memory stick that contained the data about the device; Kim plugged it into the Kimmunicator and sent the data to her computer technician.

"Wow, a small an neat machine for once," Wade told after he'd taken a look at the blueprints.

"I know," Amy said proudly, "this one I could carry with me without much effort."

"Wait," Kim looked around the room once more, "did you have more machinery in this room?"

"No," Amy shook her head in thought, "this was the only project I had going on, and I was in the middle of cleaning out the lab, why do you ask."

Kim pointed at the piles of debris in the lab, "If whoever got in here only destroyed your machine, how could they leave that much scrap material?"

"You got a point there," Wade acknowledged, "Do you think someone tried to make belief that the device was destroyed."

"Yeah," Kim nodded, "they were covering up the theft with this."

"Who would do such a thing?" Amy asked.

Kim knew lots of villains who would do that; it was more a question of narrowing down the numbers, "We'll figure it out. Wade, can you look for traces of the burglars?"

"Already on it," Wade told with a smug smile, "Give me a little time and I have them."

"I am a genius," Drakken gloated, looking at his newest theft; the changeling machine stood on the blue villain's work desk, ready to be used.

"If you say so," Shego said indifferently from the couch where she was filing her nails.

"Hmpf, you would never have though to create a diversion so no one would find out I had stolen the device," Drakken retorted.

"I also wouldn't have fallen down the stairs," Shego smirked, "Besides, I don't care that people know I steal stuff, it's what I do."

"Well… this gives me time to prepare my plan," Drakken muttered, "I bet you are just bursting with curiosity on what my plan will be."

The green skinned villainess made a popping noise with her lips, "There, I burst, now you're too late to tell me."

"Shego!" Drakken snapped, "Stop being sarcastic."

Shego grinned as she looked at her employer, "It's also something I do… in fact, you pay me for it."

"I don't… do I pay you to be sarcastic?" Drakken frowned confused, "That wasn't in the contract, just the 'no cloning', and the 'Christmas off' as far as I know." Nevertheless, he walked to the vault that held the employees' contracts and began reading through Shego's file.

"Aha!" he shouted triumphantly after a couple of minutes of mumbling while he read, "There is no such thing as me paying you to be sarcastic."

"Wow Dr. D, you really got me there," Shego smirked.

"That's right, you can be all sarcastic and I won't have to pay you a dime extra for it… wait, that doesn't sound right."

Shego's smirk grew into a full-blown grin, "Well, the next dose of sarcasm will be on me then; smart work Dr. D."

"Hggrr… Shego!" Drakken shouted, but his henchwoman had already lost her attention to him, as she was once again busy filing her nails… or her gloves, Drakken was never sure.

"Well, I'll just do this on my own then," Drakken huffed, "I don't need your help, even if you beg me to help me."

Shego's indifferent silence was somehow even more annoying than a mocking retort, but Drakken didn't know anything he could say more. Growling to himself about employees needing to know their place he got back to work on the changeling machine.

"Hey Ron," Kim said when she passed by the Stoppable house to check up on her friend, "How are you holding up?"

"Better," Ron smiled; his nose was still red and his eyes poofy, but he could speak coherently again, "How did your mission go."

Kim shrugged, "Like I told you, just some information gathering. Apparently someone stole one of DNAmy's machines and made it seem like they had destroyed it."

"Any suspects?" Ron asked.

"Not really, Dementor wouldn't be so subtle about it, Monkey Fist won't come near Amy's house and Duff Killigan isn't really into the type of work DNAmy does."

"Which leaves Drakken," Ron mentioned.

"Yeah," Kim wasn't too sure about that either from the look in her eyes, "But it's not really his style."

"Maybe it's a trap," Ron offered, "maybe he did destroy the machine and made it suspicious to lure you in."

Kim wasn't convinced, "Well, I'll just ask Wade to check in on Drakken and Shego first."

A few days passed in which Ron's cold slowly got better, but he still wasn't very fit. Meanwhile, Wade had looked into the evidence of the destruction at DNAmy's house and although he did find some tracks, he was not sure it was Drakken or Shego's.

"I can't say for sure Kim," Wade told, "it's because you told me it might have been Drakken that I found evidence leading to him, but at the moment it won't hold."

"Well, it's enough for me to go there and snoop around a bit," Kim said, "you know where Drakken and Shego are currently at?"

"First thing I looked up," Wade grinned smugly as he transmitted the coordinates.

"Will you be careful?" Ron asked as Kim got herself ready to leave for Drakken's current lair.

"Of course," Kim smiled reassuring, "you know what, I even promise to try and keep out of their sight, even if they do have the changeling machine."

"Thanks KP," Ron said, "you know what that means to me."

"But when I get backup, I will help them out in retrieving the device," Kim told.

"That's fair," Ron conceded, "though if you wait one or two days, I can come with an help you."

"Thanks for the offer," Kim smiled, "but we've already been waiting for way too long, if Drakken can get the machine running he may cause a lot more trouble."

Wade could easily find someone to check in a favor with seeing as Drakken's lair was in the mountain range not too far from Middleton.

"Thanks for the ride Mrs. Jarrik," Kim said as she disembarked from the helicopter that had taken her some part above the lair.

"It's the least I could do after you saved those mountain climbers," the rescue worked smiled.

"No big," Kim waved off the praise, "everyone could have rappelled from your helicopter with a bag of ration packs and a propane heater to help the climbers sit out that snowstorm."

Quickly descending the mountain, it took Kim only half an hour to get to the roof of Drakken's lair. This time she didn't even need the ventilation system to get in as the lair was built into a natural cave and several smaller caves just led right into the main cave where the lair was. Since Drakken had only just occupied this lair, he hadn't found the time to seal off al entrances to the smaller caves.

Kim carefully and quietly walked through the system of caves towards a more lighted area where some noise came from, by the sound of it Drakken's ranting.

"Good," Kim smiled to herself, "Maybe I can find out what he is planning with it."

But apparently the blue villain was not ranting about his latest theft but about the fact that there was hardly any food left.

"How can I do my villainy on an empty stomach?" Drakken demanded.

"Beats me," Shego shrugged, "guess you'll have to go down and do some shopping."

"Please," Drakken scoffed the idea, "I have employees for that… where are the henchman anyway."

"Out," Shego told with a smirk, "Some training seminar you wanted them to go to, and I'm not doing your shopping for you."

"Well… you have to eat too eventually," Drakken tried.

Shego grinned, "I've got a whole plate of salmon sandwiches… all for me."

The green skinned villainess walked off, immediately followed by Drakken who demanded her to share the sandwiches.

Kim could see the changeling machine standing on a workbench; she recognized it from DNAmy's blueprints. She knew she could just walk in and take the small device with her within a minute; it couldn't weight more than ten pounds.

However, when Shego or Drakken came back into the lair, they would notice the device missing and they would certainly chase her, and it would take her at least two hours to get down the mountain.

Weighing her options between taking the device or calling in Global Justice, Kim suddenly remembered from the blueprints that the part that made the device actually work was easily removable; Amy had even told her that she had taken the part from her DNA scrambler because she only had one.

Calculating that she would have at least five minutes in which Drakken would try to get some food from Shego - more if he succeeded and ate a couple of sandwiches - Kim quickly walked over to the device and opened the side panel.

Moving aside a few cables she noticed the cube-like part that was connected to the rest of the machine with several attached cables.

As Kim began removing the cables she suddenly heard a noise from he direction that Drakken and Shego went in.

Shego shoved Drakken out of her room with one hand while she held a sandwich in the other, "Go get your own food."

"GHRAAH," Drakken yelled, but stopped when he thought he saw something move in the main part of his lair.

He quickly ran over there to see what it was, but the lair was empty except for his workstation and the changeling machine standing on top of it.

Shrugging, the villain turned back to Shego's room and began pounding on the door, demanding at least one sandwich.

Heart pounding, Kim looked up from her hiding spot behind the workbench; she had been sure Drakken would see her. Normally she wouldn't have had trouble fighting him, or Shego. But she had promised Ron not to engage, and she was already stretching her promise quite a bit.

Working quickly, the redhead removed the integral part of the device and quickly made her escape after closing the device up again.

"If I give you a sandwich, will you stop pounding on my door?" Shego groaned from her side of the door; it had been fun at first to anger her employer by refusing him the food, but his persistence was highly annoying. A normal person would have given up long ago and gone shopping to get something to eat.

"Fine!" Drakken snapped back, "Give me a sandwich and do the shopping and I will stop pounding on your door."

"Oh no," Shego shook her head in determination when she opened the door and handed Drakken one sandwich, making sure he could not get to the other ones, "I did the shopping last time; it's your turn."

Drakken muttered some more, but finally gave in. Still growling to himself, he grabbed some shopping bags and walked over to the hover car.

Shego was about to wave him off sarcastically when she noticed a sandy footstep near one of the still open parts of the lair; one of the few she hadn't found the time to seal off yet.

Immediately recognizing the pattern - its imprint had left a mark on her face not too long ago for over a week - Shego ran over to Drakken, "Dr. D, Possible has been in here, did you see anything when you were pounding at my door?"

"I saw some movement," Drakken told as he thought back, "but there was no one in the lair besides us."

"Well, Kimmie was here," Shego growled, "what was she up to?"

"The changeling machine!" Drakken screamed and rushed over to the device, which looked okay, "Good, she didn't take or destroy it."

"Maybe she fled before she could do anything," Shego pondered out loud, "no matter, we'll catch her anyway, and then we see what she and the buffoon were up to."

"Yes," Drakken grinned as he picked up the changeling machine, "and then we can commence my plan."

"Yeah, mind telling me the plan beforehand?" Shego asked, "Before we get in all kinds of trouble."

"You'll see," Drakken grinned, "Too bad you didn't want to hear it before, huh?"

"Yeah, whatever," Shego growled, putting her attention to driving the hovercar. She was pretty sure the redhead would get straight down in order to get as much distance as possible, especially if she had done something… or stole something, although Shego couldn't figure out what had been in the lair that was worth taking.

Kim took her time climbing down the mountain; it was nice weather and she was sure it would take Drakken and Shego hours to find out what had happened.

Unfortunately, she had no such luck; just as she scooted down a large builder, the redhead could hear the soft whine of the hover car.

"There she is!" Drakken shouted, pointing at the highly visible girl.

"Yeah, I see her," Shego deadpanned, "Here, take the controls." She stood up in the flying vehicle and began shooting bolts of plasma at Kim.

Hurrying down the rock, even falling the last bit, Kim quickly sough some shelter. Fortunately all the rocks lying around provided ample cover.

Shego was about to unleash another barrage of plasma when Drakken put a hand on her shoulder, "Hold up Shego, I got this."

"Really?" Shego smirked, but her grin quickly faded, "Wait, who's holding the controls."

The green skinned villainess could grab the controls just in time before the hover car would have crashed into the mountain, "If I tell you to take the controls, I mean you have to hold them." She snapped, trying to get her pulse back to normal.

"Sorry about that," Drakken shrugged as he aimed the device he had taken from the lair in front of him, "And now, Kim Possible, you shall feel my revenge."

"Big words," Shego muttered, still angry with Drakken for almost crashing them, "Time for some action."

Kim had overheard the conversation but couldn't see anything because she was hiding behind a large boulder. However, when she peeked around the rock, Drakken got in a lucky shot and hit her right in the face with a beam from the changeling machine."

Nothing happened.

"Phew," Kim thought, "Good thing I removed that part." Then she took the confusion between the villains to make a quick getaway.

"What happened?" Drakken whined, "I got her."

"You failed," Shego snapped, "as always, and now she's getting away."

Drakken examined the changeling machine a little better until he noticed the loose cables inside, "She took something out of the device, we have to catch her."

"Yeah, too late," Shego pointed at the Global Justice jet that was just arriving at the scene, "Kimmie called for backup, let's get out of here."

"Thanks for showing up," Kim smiled at the Global Justice agents, "You made it a lot easier for me to get away from Drakken and Shego."

"Good," the agent nodded, "did you obtain the device?"

"Only part of it," Kim admitted, "but the most important part, without it the machine doesn't work… I know."

She took the cube-like part of the changeling machine out of her pocket only to discover it was badly damaged, "Oops, must have broken it when I jumped down that rock to get away from Shego's blasts."

"Too bad," the agent told, "we may have been able to put it to use, do you need a ride back home."

"Please and thank you," Kim smiled and climbed into the jet, as they took off she contacted Ron to tell she was okay.

"You promised not to engage," Ron pointed out.

"I didn't," Kim told, "I only took part of the device, without Drakken or Shego noticing. It was them who attacked me later."

"I guess," Ron muttered, none too happy about it, "When will you be back?"

"In a couple of hours," Kim told, "we'll pass by GJ first to see if they can salvage the part I took, it got a bit damaged."

"Okay," Ron smiled, "are you coming by later tonight?"

"I hope to," Kim said, "but I can't promise anything, if it get's too late I'll go straight home."

"But tomorrow is Saturday," Ron complained, "You can sleep in."

"I know," Kim smiled weakly, "but I really want to do some swimming tomorrow morning, and the kid's programs starts already at half past eight and I want to finish before they arrive."

"I got you," Ron grimaced; the few times he had gone with to swim laps he had been highly annoyed by people swimming in his way or swimming in the wrong direction and then bumping into him, "So, maybe tonight, or else tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yeah, and goodnight just in case," Kim smiled before closing the connection.

Shortly after arriving at the Global Justice facility Kim regretted that she had not just given the remains of the part to the GJ agent; even though Wade had filled them in on the blueprints, the researchers were still asking her loads of question on how the part was connected to the rest of the device, and what she remembered of being hit by the beam Drakken had shot out.

Eventually – finally - Kim was 'released' from the questioning and she took a tunnel exit closest to her home.

As she got out of the vacuum tube system, the redhead looked at her watch and noticed it was already close to midnight.

"Great," she muttered, "I hope I'm awake enough tomorrow to do some swimming laps."

Just as she walked into the last street before getting home, Kim noticed a streetlight that stood crooked; apparently a car had hit it and driven off afterwards.

In itself that would not have been very interesting, but the service access was bent open and a few cables hung out, one of them sparking a bit.

"That could be dangerous," Kim muttered to herself and made a mental note to make a call about it the next day; she doubted anyone would answer at this time of night.

Walking past the streetlight, the redhead suddenly felt something in her pocket scratching her leg. When she took it out it turned out to be a small computer chip.

"I guess it must have shaken loose when the part broke," Kim pondered as she dubbed whether to go back to the GJ tunnel to return this item as well.

Deciding against having another volley of questions launched at her, Kim shrugged and resolved to bring it over the next day. But as she put the chip back in her pocket, her arm brushed against the pole of the streetlight.

"Ow," Kim winched as she received a small shock, "That thing is dangerous…"

And then her world suddenly twisted completely.

In the dim light cast by the lights further along the street, a panicking black and red cat ran away from the street.

A/N: not much to say here, I hope you liked it.