(Notes: Yes! I know, I know, I've been working on a lot of pieces lately.
But this one just popped into my head and I couldn't let it go! Yes, yes,
it is another D/S one as I usually favor to write. Please read and review!)
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"Keep very quiet." An impudent female voice instructed a tall gentleman. The gentleman snapped back at the woman, "I'll be as loud as I like!" The woman groaned and lowered the cable wire. The man hanging from the cable wire was none other then Dr. Drakken. The woman grasping onto the cable was his assistant Shego. Although, Shego was more of the boss in most situations, Drakken had convinced her not to butt in on his latest scheme. But this time it was far from sinister. Drakken was stealing some ancient pottery for his mother's birthday. "Can you take it already?" Hissed Shego who had lowered the cable as far as it would go. Drakken's nose was almost touching the vase at this point. "Oh sorry," Drakken apologized scooping it in his arms quickly. Instantaneously an alarm sounded!
Shego reeled up the cable quickly, as soon as she had Drakken's hand she pulled him over the balcony. "What were you thinking?!" Shego roared as she dragged him down the quickest route out. 'Why can't there be a skylight or something?' Shego thought angrily dragging her boss along. She had forgotten that Drakken had wanted full charge of this charade. Shego kicked on the door and twisted the knob irately. It was bolted shut. "Oh for crying out --- open! open!" The alarm had obviously triggered the magnetic doors. Shego slammed her glowing fists against the door and watched in delight as they began to melt. "Yes! Yes!" She hissed eagerly between gritted teeth.
"Hand back that vase Drakken." A familiar voice called. Shego's attentive ears immediately recognized the voice. "Kim Possible!" Shego kicked the remainder of the door down and started rushing away from her foe. Perhaps if she ran fast enough, they might actually get away! It was her newest tactic. Making great haste she rushed straight through the museum display window feeling the glass shards cut through her battle uniform. She ignored this, and just kept sprinting. She wasn't sure where she was sprinting to, she just HAD to get there! Her entire body was aching and was bleeding badly but it had been her only option. She couldn't have melted another door in enough time!
Shego gazed wearily across the highway, and looked for a way across. No, there was too much traffic. Fortunately, Drakken had chosen rush hour to perform the deed. She could hear Drakken's hoarse voice imploring her to slow down but she paid no attention. A pick-up truck was drawing closer and it was going to be her escape vehicle. "Get ready to jump Dr. D." Shego commanded leaning over the edge of the sidewalk. "But Shego . . ." "Now!" Shego screamed springing from the sidewalk onto the back of the truck. Before she lost her balance she dug her claws into the side of the vehicle. Drakken had made the jump but didn't have Shego's amazing agility skills. Shego used her free hand to help Drakken onto the truck. Shego then took another leap to the driver's side. In a split-second she was inside and in another, the driver was thrown out. Shego glanced into the mirror to see how Kim Possible was doing on their trail. Much to Shego's astonishment, she wasn't in sight. She wasn't any where near them! They were going to get away with the crime! This was the most satisfying aspect of being evil!
Shego's pride and glory was interrupted by her cell phone. It was ringing loudly. Shego groaned and reached into her pocket and groped around for her cell phone. As soon as she had her headset on she screamed into it, "WHAT?!"
To her surprise it was Drakken. "Oh. . . hey come into the driver's end and we can celebrate!" Shego said cheerfully while keeping her eyes on the road. "Shego, I can't get over there, plus, I don't have the vase!"
Shego's face turned from its usual misty clover color to a pale pearly ashen. New blood cascaded down her face. She regained awareness and whispered lifelessly into the phone, "Y-you don't?" "No I don't, I dropped it long before you went through the window." He reported in a disappointed voice. "I saw Kim scoop it up just before we went through the window. I . . ." Shego had already hung up her cell phone before Drakken had continued. No wonder Kim hadn't been coming after them! Drakken had DROPPED THE VASE! How stupid was he anyway? Shego took the next turn and sped towards their lair. Good thing it was far away, she needed to blow some steam.
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In the Lair . . .
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"I can't believe you! How could you drop it?" Shego ranted menacingly stomping around the room. "It was an accident Shego." Drakken said in a timid voice staring at his shoes. "Well it sure was a stupid one!" Shego remarked flopping back into a chair tiredly. Blood was still rushing out of her cuts. Shego ran her glove against them watching her own blood with fascination. Drakken himself hadn't cleaned up either. He was still trying to catch his breath. 'Loser.' Shego thought to herself crossly.
Drakken rubbed his chin and started to pace the lab, he was thinking again. "What we need Shego is a way to defeat Kim Possible." "No cloning!" Shego immediately shouted. Drakken snapped his finger, "You didn't even let me say it yet!" Drakken complained. Shego smirked, "I can read your mind." "Really? Mind reading powers . . . we could use that!" Drakken exclaimed suddenly lost into new planning. Shego decided to humor him for a few minutes. "Yeah! I could read Kim's mind and know EXACTLY when she's coming!" "Yeah! And by the time she gets here, we'll be gone!" Drakken jumped up and down excitedly and actually started to skip around the lab. Shego's eyes widened and she fell off the chair in laughter. He looked so funny, bleeding cuts, just lost his mother's birthday gift, and here he was skipping around the lab. He looked like a really tall, ugly toddler. "What's so funny?" Drakken demanded stopping his amusing dancing. Shego looked over him again and burst into deeper giggles. "Shego! Tell me what's going on RIGHT NOW!" Drakken thundered at her ferociously.
Shego threw her hands up in the air. "I don't have mind reading powers." She informed him collapsing back into the chair. Drakken took a seat at his computer, obviously frustrated. "Look Shego . . ." Drakken just couldn't bring the words to his mouth of how he felt about her right now! Shego stared at him waiting for him to finish his sentence. Drakken changed his mind. No, he couldn't fire Shego. She was needed too much. "Just go into the healing room. It should have you healed in 30 minutes." "Don't you want to go first?" Shego offered him graciously. She didn't want to be the lab rat for his newest invention. "No, Shego. I need to be able to teach you to operate this." Drakken said pointing at the control dial. Shego shrugged. Once again, she was the test. He already had long scared the henchman out of doing it. Shego opened the door to the enclosed space and stripped off her clothing so all her wounds were exposed.
Shego turned on the nearby microphone. "Kay. I'm set." "Did you remove your clothing?" Shego heard through a booming speaker. "Yeah. And there better not be any secret windows here!" Shego warned him looking around the room cautiously. She was DEFINATLY hesitant about this whole procedure. "I assure you with confidence there isn't. Please unwind; the gas will fill the room within a few moments." "Whatever." Shego said still looking for openings that someone might peek through. She sighed when she realized there were none. 'Nothing to fear.' She promised herself, 'I'd trust Drakken with my life.'
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Two hours later . . .
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"Finally!" Drakken exclaimed optimistically. The heavenly blue light had come on revealing that Shego's healing process was complete. He went over the checklist. All the right portions had been distributed into Shego's blood stream. Her healing process that would have normally taken a month or two had actually only taken about an hour and forty minutes. Longer than he had anticipated, but at least it worked. He touched the surface of the button to turn off the gas. He could shut it off and then Shego would awake and ready to rant at him some more in about fifteen minutes. Drakken hesitated then went back over to his data sheet and read over his results. He couldn't concentrate. Shego was lying defenselessly in his private room, and he was just going to shut off the gas? Drakken shook the thought out of his mind. He COULD easily clone her. No, no, he had to respect Shego's wishes. But there had to be something else he could do.
Suddenly, heaven gave him a sign. Okay, so maybe it wasn't heaven. Heaven probably would have killed him. But it was defiantly a sign. The text book from his far left shelf fell onto the floor and opened to the page he had been looking for. He just never looked far enough. It was the page after "how to make a clone", titled "how to create a cyborg". Drakken looked over the page, his eyes widening. He had an idea. It wasn't a good idea. It was a bad idea. But Shego had never said anything about turning her into a cyborg. What if? Drakken looked back at his control panel. The gas was still on. He could easily turn her into a cyborg before she woke. Then she would be unstoppable. Maybe if he asked her first . . . no, Shego would surely forbid it . . . but if he just did it . . . he couldn't be blamed for anything. That settled it. Drakken snapped on a gas mask and pulled open the door.
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Shego laid innocently on the floor. Her arms were crossed over her breasts, still a fighter. She was most defiantly asleep. She was curled up and quite motionless. For a brief moment, she almost looked dead. Her face was much paler than usual and her blue veins presented a turquoise color, they were very visible all over her body. Her soft hair fell in a soft puddle, blanketing her hips. Drakken truly would have thought her an angel if he hadn't known her. Drakken snapped a rubber band against his wrist and cried out. That was his punishment. He was doing it again; he was having naughty thoughts about his employee. Drakken had to keep reminding himself that he the boss. It was his responsibility to be civil to his employee. He hadn't come here to stare at Shego's body. He had come on business.
Drakken kneeled beside his assistant and examined one of her arms. The glass would have hit her left arm the most violently, he decided. Drakken gawked at her smooth creamy skin. It was pure, perfect, and flawless. Not a single scar remained. Drakken ran his finger along her arm. It was so soft to his touch. It was amazing. His healing invention had worked! It had worked so well! Drakken smiled and touched her face. It was so very warm. Drakken hesitated for a slight moment. Should he really do this? Shego would be fuming. More than fuming, she would probably kill him. But, it was a risk he would have to take.'Maybe, she'll learn to like it.' Drakken thought optimistically.
In a few moments Drakken had his surgical table out with the correct procedures and the correct weapons to achieve it with. Beside the table were the materials to build his artificial fighter. The gas was strong enough to keep Shego out of contact for weeks. Drakken laid his blueprint and grids out. He stared tensely at his white surgical gloves. If he were to fail, Shego might die. Did he really want to take that risk? Of course he did! But yet . . . She laid there so peacefully, so trusting, no idea of what he was about to do to her. If he put everything away, Shego would have never known. Drakken sighed. But this was a sure way to get what he wanted.
Drakken stroked the side of Shego's face and ran his fingers through her long ebony hair. Drakken stopped. Shego would still be here. He looked over the current Shego one last time. She would never be the same again after this. He was going to change her life permanently. He smiled and kissed her on the forehead tenderly. If Shego WAS aware of what was going on, at least he could provide some comfort to her worried soul. "I just know you'll be alright." Drakken assured her as he gulped and slipped on his ashen surgical gloves and blinked back one of his tears. It was time to perform the deed.
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"Keep very quiet." An impudent female voice instructed a tall gentleman. The gentleman snapped back at the woman, "I'll be as loud as I like!" The woman groaned and lowered the cable wire. The man hanging from the cable wire was none other then Dr. Drakken. The woman grasping onto the cable was his assistant Shego. Although, Shego was more of the boss in most situations, Drakken had convinced her not to butt in on his latest scheme. But this time it was far from sinister. Drakken was stealing some ancient pottery for his mother's birthday. "Can you take it already?" Hissed Shego who had lowered the cable as far as it would go. Drakken's nose was almost touching the vase at this point. "Oh sorry," Drakken apologized scooping it in his arms quickly. Instantaneously an alarm sounded!
Shego reeled up the cable quickly, as soon as she had Drakken's hand she pulled him over the balcony. "What were you thinking?!" Shego roared as she dragged him down the quickest route out. 'Why can't there be a skylight or something?' Shego thought angrily dragging her boss along. She had forgotten that Drakken had wanted full charge of this charade. Shego kicked on the door and twisted the knob irately. It was bolted shut. "Oh for crying out --- open! open!" The alarm had obviously triggered the magnetic doors. Shego slammed her glowing fists against the door and watched in delight as they began to melt. "Yes! Yes!" She hissed eagerly between gritted teeth.
"Hand back that vase Drakken." A familiar voice called. Shego's attentive ears immediately recognized the voice. "Kim Possible!" Shego kicked the remainder of the door down and started rushing away from her foe. Perhaps if she ran fast enough, they might actually get away! It was her newest tactic. Making great haste she rushed straight through the museum display window feeling the glass shards cut through her battle uniform. She ignored this, and just kept sprinting. She wasn't sure where she was sprinting to, she just HAD to get there! Her entire body was aching and was bleeding badly but it had been her only option. She couldn't have melted another door in enough time!
Shego gazed wearily across the highway, and looked for a way across. No, there was too much traffic. Fortunately, Drakken had chosen rush hour to perform the deed. She could hear Drakken's hoarse voice imploring her to slow down but she paid no attention. A pick-up truck was drawing closer and it was going to be her escape vehicle. "Get ready to jump Dr. D." Shego commanded leaning over the edge of the sidewalk. "But Shego . . ." "Now!" Shego screamed springing from the sidewalk onto the back of the truck. Before she lost her balance she dug her claws into the side of the vehicle. Drakken had made the jump but didn't have Shego's amazing agility skills. Shego used her free hand to help Drakken onto the truck. Shego then took another leap to the driver's side. In a split-second she was inside and in another, the driver was thrown out. Shego glanced into the mirror to see how Kim Possible was doing on their trail. Much to Shego's astonishment, she wasn't in sight. She wasn't any where near them! They were going to get away with the crime! This was the most satisfying aspect of being evil!
Shego's pride and glory was interrupted by her cell phone. It was ringing loudly. Shego groaned and reached into her pocket and groped around for her cell phone. As soon as she had her headset on she screamed into it, "WHAT?!"
To her surprise it was Drakken. "Oh. . . hey come into the driver's end and we can celebrate!" Shego said cheerfully while keeping her eyes on the road. "Shego, I can't get over there, plus, I don't have the vase!"
Shego's face turned from its usual misty clover color to a pale pearly ashen. New blood cascaded down her face. She regained awareness and whispered lifelessly into the phone, "Y-you don't?" "No I don't, I dropped it long before you went through the window." He reported in a disappointed voice. "I saw Kim scoop it up just before we went through the window. I . . ." Shego had already hung up her cell phone before Drakken had continued. No wonder Kim hadn't been coming after them! Drakken had DROPPED THE VASE! How stupid was he anyway? Shego took the next turn and sped towards their lair. Good thing it was far away, she needed to blow some steam.
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In the Lair . . .
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"I can't believe you! How could you drop it?" Shego ranted menacingly stomping around the room. "It was an accident Shego." Drakken said in a timid voice staring at his shoes. "Well it sure was a stupid one!" Shego remarked flopping back into a chair tiredly. Blood was still rushing out of her cuts. Shego ran her glove against them watching her own blood with fascination. Drakken himself hadn't cleaned up either. He was still trying to catch his breath. 'Loser.' Shego thought to herself crossly.
Drakken rubbed his chin and started to pace the lab, he was thinking again. "What we need Shego is a way to defeat Kim Possible." "No cloning!" Shego immediately shouted. Drakken snapped his finger, "You didn't even let me say it yet!" Drakken complained. Shego smirked, "I can read your mind." "Really? Mind reading powers . . . we could use that!" Drakken exclaimed suddenly lost into new planning. Shego decided to humor him for a few minutes. "Yeah! I could read Kim's mind and know EXACTLY when she's coming!" "Yeah! And by the time she gets here, we'll be gone!" Drakken jumped up and down excitedly and actually started to skip around the lab. Shego's eyes widened and she fell off the chair in laughter. He looked so funny, bleeding cuts, just lost his mother's birthday gift, and here he was skipping around the lab. He looked like a really tall, ugly toddler. "What's so funny?" Drakken demanded stopping his amusing dancing. Shego looked over him again and burst into deeper giggles. "Shego! Tell me what's going on RIGHT NOW!" Drakken thundered at her ferociously.
Shego threw her hands up in the air. "I don't have mind reading powers." She informed him collapsing back into the chair. Drakken took a seat at his computer, obviously frustrated. "Look Shego . . ." Drakken just couldn't bring the words to his mouth of how he felt about her right now! Shego stared at him waiting for him to finish his sentence. Drakken changed his mind. No, he couldn't fire Shego. She was needed too much. "Just go into the healing room. It should have you healed in 30 minutes." "Don't you want to go first?" Shego offered him graciously. She didn't want to be the lab rat for his newest invention. "No, Shego. I need to be able to teach you to operate this." Drakken said pointing at the control dial. Shego shrugged. Once again, she was the test. He already had long scared the henchman out of doing it. Shego opened the door to the enclosed space and stripped off her clothing so all her wounds were exposed.
Shego turned on the nearby microphone. "Kay. I'm set." "Did you remove your clothing?" Shego heard through a booming speaker. "Yeah. And there better not be any secret windows here!" Shego warned him looking around the room cautiously. She was DEFINATLY hesitant about this whole procedure. "I assure you with confidence there isn't. Please unwind; the gas will fill the room within a few moments." "Whatever." Shego said still looking for openings that someone might peek through. She sighed when she realized there were none. 'Nothing to fear.' She promised herself, 'I'd trust Drakken with my life.'
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Two hours later . . .
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"Finally!" Drakken exclaimed optimistically. The heavenly blue light had come on revealing that Shego's healing process was complete. He went over the checklist. All the right portions had been distributed into Shego's blood stream. Her healing process that would have normally taken a month or two had actually only taken about an hour and forty minutes. Longer than he had anticipated, but at least it worked. He touched the surface of the button to turn off the gas. He could shut it off and then Shego would awake and ready to rant at him some more in about fifteen minutes. Drakken hesitated then went back over to his data sheet and read over his results. He couldn't concentrate. Shego was lying defenselessly in his private room, and he was just going to shut off the gas? Drakken shook the thought out of his mind. He COULD easily clone her. No, no, he had to respect Shego's wishes. But there had to be something else he could do.
Suddenly, heaven gave him a sign. Okay, so maybe it wasn't heaven. Heaven probably would have killed him. But it was defiantly a sign. The text book from his far left shelf fell onto the floor and opened to the page he had been looking for. He just never looked far enough. It was the page after "how to make a clone", titled "how to create a cyborg". Drakken looked over the page, his eyes widening. He had an idea. It wasn't a good idea. It was a bad idea. But Shego had never said anything about turning her into a cyborg. What if? Drakken looked back at his control panel. The gas was still on. He could easily turn her into a cyborg before she woke. Then she would be unstoppable. Maybe if he asked her first . . . no, Shego would surely forbid it . . . but if he just did it . . . he couldn't be blamed for anything. That settled it. Drakken snapped on a gas mask and pulled open the door.
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Shego laid innocently on the floor. Her arms were crossed over her breasts, still a fighter. She was most defiantly asleep. She was curled up and quite motionless. For a brief moment, she almost looked dead. Her face was much paler than usual and her blue veins presented a turquoise color, they were very visible all over her body. Her soft hair fell in a soft puddle, blanketing her hips. Drakken truly would have thought her an angel if he hadn't known her. Drakken snapped a rubber band against his wrist and cried out. That was his punishment. He was doing it again; he was having naughty thoughts about his employee. Drakken had to keep reminding himself that he the boss. It was his responsibility to be civil to his employee. He hadn't come here to stare at Shego's body. He had come on business.
Drakken kneeled beside his assistant and examined one of her arms. The glass would have hit her left arm the most violently, he decided. Drakken gawked at her smooth creamy skin. It was pure, perfect, and flawless. Not a single scar remained. Drakken ran his finger along her arm. It was so soft to his touch. It was amazing. His healing invention had worked! It had worked so well! Drakken smiled and touched her face. It was so very warm. Drakken hesitated for a slight moment. Should he really do this? Shego would be fuming. More than fuming, she would probably kill him. But, it was a risk he would have to take.'Maybe, she'll learn to like it.' Drakken thought optimistically.
In a few moments Drakken had his surgical table out with the correct procedures and the correct weapons to achieve it with. Beside the table were the materials to build his artificial fighter. The gas was strong enough to keep Shego out of contact for weeks. Drakken laid his blueprint and grids out. He stared tensely at his white surgical gloves. If he were to fail, Shego might die. Did he really want to take that risk? Of course he did! But yet . . . She laid there so peacefully, so trusting, no idea of what he was about to do to her. If he put everything away, Shego would have never known. Drakken sighed. But this was a sure way to get what he wanted.
Drakken stroked the side of Shego's face and ran his fingers through her long ebony hair. Drakken stopped. Shego would still be here. He looked over the current Shego one last time. She would never be the same again after this. He was going to change her life permanently. He smiled and kissed her on the forehead tenderly. If Shego WAS aware of what was going on, at least he could provide some comfort to her worried soul. "I just know you'll be alright." Drakken assured her as he gulped and slipped on his ashen surgical gloves and blinked back one of his tears. It was time to perform the deed.
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