I do not own Kim Possible or any other characters from the hit Disney Channel show. If I plan to use any songs or anything that is not mine, in this fiction,

I will give a brief disclaimer regarding it at the beginning of the chapter.

This ffis a response to Serpent King's challenge on the KP Slash Haven Forum. This is my spin on what he or she is requesting. So without further ado, I present to you:

Security Blankets or Security's Blanket?

This will be a Kigo Slash, so if you are not into it, leave, now!

Chapter 1 Distraction Leads Only to Failure

"Once I have gotten rid of Kim Possible, using my teleportation module, I will become the greatest genius in the world because all of the other geniuses will not be able to stop me. Their precious Kim Possible will be dying due to alack of oxygen," a blue-skinned man, with a scar running under his left eye, exclaimed. His mullet swayed as his evil laughter shook the lair.

"Hey, genius. 'Your' teleportation module is not yours. You had me go jack it off of Dementor," a black haired woman replied. As she relaxed on the couch, she filed her nails, which had grown surprisingly faster this time.

"Oh? Again with the hurtful words, Shego?" the man asked the woman.

"Only when they're true, which is pretty much always," Shego replied.

The man growled, deeply in his throat; both turned their attention to the door when the bell rang. It rang a second and third time before either one commented on it, "Aren't you going to answer that, Dr. D.?"

Dr. D. or Drakken, as he was also known, walked to the door, grumbling. When he opened the door, his foul mood vanished as he recognized who it was.

"Hello, sir or madam. I was just in the neighborhood and thought that I would drop by to see if you were interested in buying some of my delicious Pixie Scout Muffins," a blonde haired little girl read off of a cue card. She gave him her best smile which showed two missing front teeth. Shego came over, a look of annoyance masking her pale face.

"I'll take 10 boxes," Drakken answered the little girl.

"That'll be $30.00, mister," the girl said.

Drakken grumbled but pulled out his wallet anyway, "All I have is a 50 dollar bill. Do you have change?"

"Let me check, sir," she said. She pulled out a wad of bills from her pocket. "One... two... three..." she looked up and past the evil duo; Kim and Ron had retrieved the teleportation device without problems. Drakken and Shego were oblivious to this motion as they had begun to bicker. The girl counted the money faster, "Four... five... ten... fifteen... twenty. Here you are, sir." She handed him his 10 boxes of muffins and his correct change; he gave her his money.

"Thank you, sir. Did you know that 90 of this moneygoes to the Middleton Home of the Innocent? Bless you, sir. You can't know how much this will mean to them." Again she looked into the lair, past Drakken and Shego who had begun arguing again. She received a thumbs up signal from the red headed girl as her and the blonde haired boy with her were exiting the lair through the back door. "Thanks again sir and madam." She left the doorstep, tipping her Pixie Scout hat as she did so, and she ran to catch up with a couple of teenagers on the street who were walking toward the setting sun. One of the teenagers held some type of device in her right hand.

Drakken and Shego could barely make out the red and yellow haired people, but they heard the little girl's voice and the replies, "Did I do good, Mr. Ron, sir?"

"Cindy, you were awesome!"

"Yeah, we couldn't have done it without you," a feamle voice replied, "Thanks Cindy."

"It was no big, Kim," Cindy replied.

Cindy, Kim, Ron, and Rufus walked toward the setting sun, a smile on each face.

Drakken and Shego turned around to go back into the lair but stopped. Shego was in anoutrage; Drakken was slightly upset, but it didn't matter that much anymore because he had Pixie Girl Scout Muffins. Shego, on the other hand, fumed, "That little brat! She let the bigger brat just waltzin here like she owned the placeand take that... that dang modulator. And it's all your fault, Dr. D!"

Drakken didn't care what Shego said about him as long as she didn't take his muffins away. He thought, as an inspiration struck him, 'now, all I need, is a tall glass of cocoa moo.'

This is not in any way connected to any of my other stories currently posted.