This is my first fanfic...please bear with me. (You can already tell how much confidence I have in this)
I apologize for any lame euphemisms that don't quite have the same effect as the genuine article.
Also, if you don't like girl/girl pairings, you probably will not like this. Feel free to pick a different story that better suits your interests.
For those that do like some girl on girl, I hope you enjoy it :)
Mandatory Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or any name brands that may be mentioned.
Kim nurses a Dr Pepper in the middle of the busy food court. She pays no attention to shoppers as they walk past perusing the menus of the variety of venues. She is entirely captivated, entranced, by one single thing.
A pair of full shapely lips.
"Kim...Kim!" Monique says raising her voice, resorting to volume to get through to her best friend.
The words flowing out of those beautiful lips finally reach her. "I'm sorry, what?"
Monique squints an eye at Kim and unconsciously slides a hand across her mouth. "Girl, I was hoping you could tell me. You've been staring for a while now. Is there something on my face?"
Just a pair of gorgeous lips, is what Kim had to almost slap herself to keep from saying. What actually came out was surprisingly believable. "Sorry, I was totally zoning out there. Wade called earlier. Drakken stole a bunch of Tesla coils from a vintage electronics shop. I was just wondering what kind of insane oversight he's going to have next."
Monique shrugs "It doesn't really matter, you're just going to blow it up anyway." She smiles and adds "If you need help getting shrapnel out of you hair again, I got you, Girlfriend."
Kim loves it when Monique calls her that. It gets her heart pumping, gives her a sort of thrill she can't explain. She hasn't really thought about it until this very moment.
The smile on Monique's face hasn't faded. No matter how hard she tries, Kim's eyes settle back on that wonderful display of delight. As her look becomes a stare, Kim is finding it harder and harder to think clearly.
What is wrong with me?
Kim shakes her head breaking free from the hold the smile had on her. "I'm sorry, Monique. I just...I don't feel right."
Kim is polite, but Monique does think it is odd that Kim has apologized to her so many times in one sitting. Kim doesn't just throw them around. The tone of genuine concern makes her best friend's heart flutter "What's wrong? Do you want me to call Ron to pick you up?"
"I don't even know." Kim feels so strange, almost uncomfortable. What she does know is that she wants to stay with her friend, the friend, she realizes, that is making her feel this way.
It hits her, slams into her like she just ran full sprint head first into a brick wall. The impact leaves her completely stunned, dazed, and half way to denial.
Oh my God...I'm in love with Monique...
That coherent thought, that silent articulation of her feelings, completely overwhelms her.
Now Monique is the one who is confused. She watches intently as Kim's eyes dart from right to left then back again. She has no idea what is going on in there and isn't sure if she wants to. "Kim?" Monique gently inquires as she reaches for the hand of her obviously distressed friend.
The touch of her newly discovered love abruptly calms the disquiet of her realization. However, it quickly causes something else to stir. "Thanks. I'm okay." Kim gives it a little squeeze before letting go, wanting to savor every second of the warmth of Monique's hand in hers. Once the warmth is gone, Kim feels a cold sweat stipple her forehead.
How did this happen? What am I supposed to do?
Monique has never seen Kim act like this. "I know you said you're fine, but I think we'd better get you home."
Kim takes a long sip of her soda. Monique wonders if her friend might be stalling, but Kim just likes Dr Pepper, her favorite soda proving to be a welcome distraction. While Monique waits she calls her Dad for a ride, not exactly trusting Ron to get Kim back safely. Its not that Ron can't, Monique simply feels better with Kim in an enclosed vehicle versus the death trap of a moped he rides.
Lost in her own head, more like drowning in it, Kim doesn't say much during the ride home. Monique watches her, visibly worried. Before Kim gets out of the car, Monique grabs her by the arm. "Hey, are you sure you're alright?"
Kim looks at her for moment, not sure how to respond. "I...I'll be okay. This isn't something you need to worry about." She gently shrugs off Monique's grip and gets out. Kim feels safe with that statement. She wasn't lying. Kim really thinks that she can sort out her feelings, eventually, without having to involve Monique at all.
She doesn't realize how wrong she is.
...9-10 Hours Later...
Kim and Ron stalk through the night long past most teenagers' curfews. They circle the perimeter of Drakken's lair strafing along narrow ledges and rusted fences.
Wade had no luck figuring out what Drakken has planned for the Tesla coils. Apparently, they can be used on virtually any doomsday machine. Villains tend to use them for aesthetic reasons, the coils serving no practical purpose whatsoever.
Usually Kim would make a quip about how stupid that is, but she is rather preoccupied.
Ron notices immediately. Admittedly, he is pretty dense most of the time, but he cares about Kim, she's his best friend, and right now his best friend senses are tingling.
"Hey KP, what's the deal? We've been walking around in circles for an hour. You okay?"
Kim is sick of being asked that. Of course she's not okay! She has fallen in love with her best (girl) friend and has to deal with all the problems that dredges up. Normally, Kim has Monique to talk things like this through with, but she can't go to Monique when she's the source of her troubles.
She glances back at Ron, whom she still hasn't answered, and almost laughs. Ron is definitely off the table. Kim is certain he doesn't understand girl stuff or relationships. Telling him will only force her to listen to him freak out about it, fuss about it, probably joke about it, without being the slightest help.
"KP!"
"I'm fine!" Kim snaps back stunning Ron into silence.
The flare of anger clears her mind long enough to realize that Drakken's security is practically nonexistent as usual. Kim crouches down and makes her approach, Ron following close behind.
The duo, trio if you count Rufus, soon have a clear view of what Drakken has in store for the world.
Kim furrows her brow "Is he serious?"
"I sure hope so." Ron says licking his lips.
Drakken is using the coils to produce the static needed to make large amounts of cotton candy. Not only is Drakken not using the Tesla coils to take over the world, he is actually making use of them as a clever design aspect.
Kim's expression hasn't changed. "This is just too weird."
"I don't know, KP, a man needs his cotton candy."
"At 3:00AM?"
"To each his own, Kim, to each his own." Ron replies sounding oddly profound.
Kim rolls her eyes. "Come on, there has to be more to it than that."
Ron shrugs. It's not outside the realm of possibility. It doesn't seem like anything is for Drakken, no matter how fundamentally flawed or ridiculous. The guy's blue for crying out loud.
Kim spies any easy way in. "Let's get a closer look."
"Aw, this was only supposed to be a scouting mission." Ron whines. He really doesn't feel like losing his pants. It's way too early/late for that.
"It is, I'm just going to scout a little closer."
He frowns "You and I both know it isn't going to end there."
Kim doesn't deny it, much to her friend's displeasure.
The hero drops down from the ceiling landing softly without a sound. Ron, not so much. His scream is clearly audible as he fumbles and falls unintentionally after her. Kim takes a step back just in time to avoid his wriggling body hitting the floor.
Ron groans. By the time he gets to his feet and makes sure Rufus is alright, they're surrounded by a dozen henchmen clad in red.
Kim realizes why Drakken doesn't need an alarm. Ron's the alarm. No big. It's not like I haven't beaten them before.
A surly female voice cuts through the air "Back off boys, this one's mine."
The henchmen part to reveal a beautiful woman with wavy black hair. She has a green tinted pallor that complements her emerald eyes. A flattering green and black cat suit hugs her slender figure.
Kim's eyes narrow, she says one word tersely under her breath "Shego."
The villain graces Kim with her perennial smirk "You came to crash the party?"
The hero arches an eyebrow "Party?"
"Why weren't we invited?!" Ron yells in misplaced indignation.
Shego feigns an apology, her tone laced with sarcasm "Oh, Im sorry, your invitation must have gotten lost in the mail." She turns to Kim and says more seriously "As if we didn't expect you and polka dot here to drop by."
Ron tilts his head "Polka-wha?" He looks down to see a blue spotted pair of yellow boxer shorts. "Dang it!" His pants are hanging from the ceiling, an unused belt loop entangled in a window lock. Ron does a classic facepalm. "It's just like one of those nightmares..."
Kim's response provides little comfort "I really thought you would have gotten used to it by now."
Ron hangs his head " Me too, KP."
"You should bring an extra pair."
Shego flings her hands up in impatience "Enough about the pants!"
"Fine," Kim says "let's get this party started."
Shego hesitates "You usually have something better to say than that, something, you know, slightly less horrifically lame."
Kim sighs "It's been an off day."
Shego can tell. As she and Kim exchange blows, Shego frowns. None of the hero's punches or kicks have any real power behind them. Kim is just going through the motions. Shego hasn't even felt the urge to ignite her hands.
Kim has done something terrible. She has made the one thing Shego truly enjoys doing (that isn't illegal) boring.
Shego is immensely annoyed that the thrill of a good "spar" with Kim is being withheld from her. She pins Kim down and yells in her face. "What is wrong with you?! Come on, Kimmie!"
Kim flinches. She is very aware her heart isn't in it. She doesn't know how she can focus on fighting Shego when she can't even think straight. The confusion over her feelings, the shock of it all, lingers, hanging over her thoughts like a thick fog. She can't get anywhere.
She's startled by her head suddenly whipping to the side. One side of her face stings horribly. Warm liquid drips back over her ear and down into the nape of her neck.
Kim's eyes widen. "You did not just..." Her voice trails off.
Shego smiles wryly "I did. So what are you going to do about it?"
Kim kicks the villain off her and jumps to her feet. She presses a hand against her cheek to stop the bleeding, enraged that Shego would actually claw her face.
If this scars I'm gonna-
Her train of thought is cut short by a green ball of plasma hurtling toward her head. Kim ducks and dodges several more before lunging at the older woman.
Shego relishes the change in Kim. She lets Kim tackle her hoping to get a chance to grapple. Kim is more interested in strangling Shego.
"My face? Really?!" Kim shouts as she straddles her enemy. "That's off limits!" As a woman, Kim always thought Shego understood. Punching and kicking is fine, but burning and clawing, no, heck no.
Shego smirks " I don't play by the rules, Princess."
One of her eyes twitches "You're lucky that I do."
A shrill scream interrupts Kim's fantasy of throttling Shego. Ron! He's probably in serious trouble. Kim handsprings off the villain leaving her arch nemesis very disappointed.
Kim takes off running toward the giant cotton candy machine taking out several incompetent henchmen along the way.
"Kim! Kiiiiiim!" She hears her best friend wail.
Drakken's voice booms over Ron's cries. "Quiet you buffoon! Soon I'll make you the secret ingredient to my organic explosive recipe!"
Bombs? Kim races around a corner to see Ron dangling from a thin cord over a large vat of "cotton candy". Electricity arcs through the air dangerously close to the blond sidekick.
Drakken continues his monologue "A mere ounce of this 'candy' has the explosive force of a pound of C4! With its unassuming form, vast quantities can be smuggled into every country! I'll bring the world to its knees through sugary conquest!"
Taking a break from screaming, Ron pauses to ask "So does that mean I can't have some?"
"Of course, you fool!" The evil scientist rubs his chin. "On second thought, be my guest." He grabs a lever.
Kim leaps into action inferring exactly what that lever does. She fires her grappling hook. It latches onto a far ledge and yanks her off her feet.
Right as Drakken pulls the lever dropping Ron to his doom, Kim comes sailing plucking her best friend right out of the air.
"Kim Possible!" Drakken yells as if he is surprised.
I see you plans are as deranged and unpredictable as ever, Drakken." Kim replies calmly.
"That's Dr. Drakken you little brat!" He gets a hold of himself. "No matter, Shego! Shego, where are you?!"
His foremost employee waves to him standing below his platform. "Right here, Dr. D."
"Fly us out of here before the weasel finds the self destruct button!"
Shego smacks herself on the forehead "Wha- Why do you even have that?!"
Ron gets his two cents in "Hey! Rufus isn't a weasel!"
Rufus peaks out of his owner's pocket and nods vigorously "U-huh, u-huh!"
Drakken rebuttals very cleverly "Shut up!"
Kim looks down at the naked mole rat "Well Rufus, did you do it?"
Rufus smiles showing bits of wire and rubber stripping in his teeth. " Yep, self destruct."
Right as the words leave the rodent's mouth red lights flash and sirens blare.
Drakken looks a little more desperate now "Shego!"
She picks at her ear with the pinky tip of her glove "I'm coming, I'm coming."
She hops into her hover UFO thing and snatches Drakken. The mad scientist leans over the edge and calls down to the teenagers with a demented grin spreading across his blue face "I have already shipped thousands of pounds of undetectable explosives throughout the globe! You're standing in at least a hundred more! Get ready to be splattered across the ocean! I win, Possible! I win!"
The evil pair fly off leaving the younger heroes to die.
If the explosives are as potent as he said, forget splatter, we're going to get vaporized!
Kim turns to see her best friend knee deep in cotton candy bomb fluff. "Ron what are you doing?! let's go!"
"KP, there's no way we'd make it in time. Let a man enjoy his final moments with the sweet bliss of sugary goodness."
Are you kidding? "Ron, that isn't real cotton candy."
"Rufus doesn't think so."
Kim is surprised to see the rodent engorging himself by the mouthful. "What the-" An overhead explosion cuts her off. Embers and sparks rain down over the volatile explosive material. Kim flinches tensing every muscle waiting to be blown apart down to the atomic level.
Nothing happens.
Kim dares to let herself relax. She rips off a small tuft of the pink cotton and puts it in her mouth. It's sweet and quickly melts away in her saliva.
Her jaw drops. This really is cotton candy.
The so called deadly explosive is about as dangerous as the stuffing in Kim's pandaroo.
Kim drops to her knees weak from the flood of relief. Once that washes through, Kim is outraged. "What the heck is wrong with Drakken? How on earth could he mistake cotton candy for a bomb? How, Ron, how?"
Ron stuffed so much of the candy in his mouth he actually has to chew before replying "I dunno, KP. I've never really understood the whole mad science thing."
Kim shakes her head. "But I would like to see the look on Drakken's face when Shego tells him his thousands of pounds of world conquering explosives are completely harmless."
"I bet it'll be priceless." Ron looks up from his spoils. His eyes soon widen with concern "Hey Kim, what happened to your face?!"
"I'm fine it just looks bad." Kim knows that the face is an area that tends to bleed a lot with no serious implications.
Ron gently brushes the tips of his fingers under the swollen broken skin "I thought Shego didn't..." He doesn't want to finish his sentence.
"I ticked her off."
Ron doesn't remember Kim doing anything to provoke that. "How, why, KP?" Kim doesn't respond. He sees it. The distant look. The look that's been coming off and on all night.
Even with the high chance that she isn't listening Ron feels compelled to ask "So where's the party?"
His friend absently replies "It was a figure of speech, Ron." She doesn't notice his face fall.
Kim reaches and touches her injured cheek. A sharp intake of breath hisses past her teeth.
Monique.
To be continued...
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