Disclaimer: This story is a piece of fiction on my part, with no intent on making money or anything other kind of gains on this, except to have others enjoy my writing. Anyway, all the characters are the property of their respective owners and Disney. It should also be noted that this marks a change in my works, as this is non-crossover, so the disclaimer is appropriately short.
A/N: Okay, it should be noted that this is an Alternate Universe fanfiction, or AU, where the characters we know so well are different from their canon portrayals, and things unfold in a different manner than we know them. A good example of this in 'official' fiction are such things as "What If?" stories published by the likes of Marvel and DC comics, and other companies, as well as being the occasional TV special or what not. In this case, Shego and Kim and company will be different from their standard portrayals. It must also be noted that this fanfic isn't meant to be all that humorous, but an experiment in being more psychological and exploring a darker side to the pairing of Kim and Shego, or at least how I see it.
It was a dark night, a Thursday night, on the outskirts of a simple American town called Middleton. But on those outskirts was a 'secret' government laboratory working on new, futuristic weapon designs, as a result of building supervillian efforts to do the same, in a manner fitting the saying "survival of the fittest." However, this Thursday, that lab was torn apart from the inside by a strange young woman, who snuck in via the airducts and heating system, and broke into the weapons vault. Right now she was sprinting through the halls, slicing her way through the barred doors thanks to her handy energy powers and razor-edged clawed gloves.
"Damnit…this is a lot of security for a simple doomsday device…" she griped, picking up speed and kicking off the ground to land on top of two guards, smashing their helmeted heads together with her hands, and somersaulting down to the ground. She wore a striking green and black PVC suit with bands around the ankles, wrists, and neck, all either black or green, depending on which side of the suit they were on, her long green hair flowing behind her as she ran and ran, heels clicking on the smooth metal floor as she continued to move. She had pale green-white skin, deep green eyes, and dark green lips, a furious expression on her face when, all of a sudden, a group of soldiers appeared, and began to open fire on her with assault rifles and handguns. "Oh, now that was a stupid mistake, boys…real stupid…" she said in a snarky, brusque manner, and lunged forward, clawing and punching and kicking the men in a flurry of motion, spinning through the air and just bouncing from one solider to another.
When she touched down, she resumed her running, clutching a metal tube in one hand, and occasionally using it to bash someone over the head. Inside the tube were the plans she had stolen, for her employer. The base was on high-alert as the description of her spread, as she still had to go down about two floors, as all the windows were now sealed off; she was Shego, freelance supervillian mercenary and assistant, and one dangerous lady. So, as a result, the soldiers were being issued more high-power guns and ammo, in an effort to try to shoot her down – she was currently in the employ of the semi-competent villain Doctor Drakken, who had made numerous attempts to take over the world, but was always foiled by the agents of Global Justice, or his own errors in judgment. Secretly, the reason for his failure was, as with many others before him, lay in one person – Shego herself.
The green woman was secretly employed by Global Justice, and the American Government, to serve as a counter-operative within various terrorist and super villain groups, acting as a voice of wisdom and reason, but also secretly interfering with the plans and foiling them with her quick wits and cutting humor. More than one villain had fallen to her biting remarks and her sarcasm, unable to cope with her. Drakken was proving to be a tough customer in that regard, however, but he was still failing as a result of his own incompetence with his plans. That was why he sent Shego to steal the stuff from the military. However, this meant she actually HAD to steal them – she was deep cover, with only a select few knowing the truth about her, such as agents of Global Justice and high positioned members of the US government…meaning that the men she fled from had no clue she was really on their side, and were shooting to kill, while she had to restrain herself so she wouldn't seriously hurt someone.
So, as a result, the green woman was very cranky, and wishing she had never accepted the offer to 'play the field', as it were, and had stuck with working with Team Go, her adopted brothers, and secretly being the daughter of a Middleton couple, the Stoppables. It was times like this that Shego regretted stopping being Shannon Emily Stoppable Go, the respected school teacher and part-time superhero. But she had changed a great deal from her early, idealistic days, and became more rough and abrasive, and violent as well. She no longer fit in with either family, so she had nothing to lose by becoming a double agent.
Well, except her life, at this moment.
So needless to say, she was pissed.
After about another ten minutes of dodging Teflon-sprayed, armor piercing rounds, she made it outside by breaking through the one open window left, which had conveniently made so by her support technician with Global Justice, a ten year-old genius named Wade Load – a name that could make her laugh whenever, as proven by the soft chuckle that escaped her lips as she hit the ground in a crouch, shattered glass landing all about her and getting in her long hair. She promptly resumed running, suffering a few light, non-scarring marks to her face, and nearly made it to the hole she had melted in the gate when…
BANG!
"AGH!!" She let out a cry as she was shot, a bullet piercing her PVC suit and sticking in her side, while another grazed her left thigh. Cursing, she struggled to stand, bleeding from the back and blood dribbling down her lips, and made it out the gate, sprinting as best she could, making soft sounds of discomfort as she continued to sprint, despite the burning white hot pain that ran through her, and threatened to numb her limbs.
She made it into the Middleton forest, slipping through the trees and managing to scale them, running and jumping from branch to branch, eluding her pursuers and making her way to the town proper – Drakken's current lair was actually a timeshare he had with another mad scientist, Professor Dementor, the latter not using it at the moment. However, to get to the lair, she had to make it through the suburbs. She still gripped tightly onto her stolen metal tube, checking to see if the plans were safe, and soon found herself in the town itself, touching down in a backyard. She then jumped fence after fence, gaining more distance between the MPs and herself.
However, it was now daytime, meaning she'd been running through the forest and trees for hours now. In fact…it was noon now, as she had carried out the first part of the op at about 11:30 PM Thursday, spent a few hours inside the base waiting, then stole the plans, and spent several hours on the run.
All of this and more ran through her mind, until finally, it distracted her enough that, as she passed by another, treeless backyard, her foot hit the fence and she crashed to the ground, falling down near the backdoor of a fairly larger than average, three story house. Grunting, she walked up to the backdoor, and smashed her entire arm through the window, and undid the lock, and headed inside, stumbling, and made her way into the kitchen, before finally succumbing to her wound, hitting the floor with a loud thud noise, one word escaping her lips as she tried to get up.
"Fuck…"
What could be said about Kimberly Anne Possible that hadn't been said before?
She was the Middleton High cheerleader squad captain, a irresistibly perky and attractive young redhead who could cheer up nearly anyone, a very smart girl, and dating her long-time best friend, Ronald Stoppable, a fact that baffled many of the other popular kids, especially her nemesis Bonne Rockwaller, who never stopped teasing the redhead about her choice in men. Kim merely ignored her, or tuned her out, or whatever else it took, until finally Bonnie got bored and left her and Ron alone. She had another friend in a young store clerk named Monique, whom she had met a short time ago, and worked at Club Banana, a store Kim frequented. Aside from all this, she was a perfectly average girl otherwise,with nothing of interest about her past.
So, quite often, she was bored with her lot in life, when she was alone, and trying to get to sleep at night, feeling as if she was missing out on something. She had that feeling again, all of a sudden, as she, Monique, and Ron left the confines of school, and made their way down the pathway from the main door, chatting and laughing and otherwise enjoying each other's company.
"So, Kim, plans for the weekend?" Monique asked, interested in what her friend had to say. For her part, the redhead shrugged, and smiled sweetly.
"Well, not much…I was going to get some cleaning done – my parents have been out of town for a few days, and will be gone for another couple of weeks…and the twins are gone with them…I guess they figured I deserved some alone time, and they left me here."
"So you and Ron are free? 'Cause I was thinking we could get together, maybe watch some movies…"
"Awww, come on, no more chick flicks…" Ron whined, his pet naked mole rat Rufus squeaking a bit in agreement with his owner and friend. Monique rolled her eyes a bit, and laughed.
"I was thinking action movies this time…considering how miserable you looked during the last movie night we all had." When he heard that, Ron perked up some.
"Really? Like Bricks of Fury?"
"sigh Yes, Ron, just like that one."
"Oh, sweet."
"Mhmm mhmmm, sweet!" Rufus chimed in.
Kim just laughed at the exchanged, leaned up against Ron, and pecked him on the cheek, sighing as well. "You guys…" she said, shaking her head some and tsk-ing, as they walked down the sidewalk towards Kim's house. "Anyway, like I said, tomorrow would be great for you guys to come over – tonight I want to get some cleaning done and chill for a while."
"Sounds like a plan, KP!" Ron nodded, putting his arm around her shoulders and grinning goofily, making her tweak his nose gently and playfully. "Hey…what was that for?"
"Just because…" she giggled as she detached from her boyfriend finally, and headed for her house, taking out the house keyring, and opened the door, waving to them as they continued on their way. "I'll call you both later, okay?"
"Sure!"
"Sounds like a plan, girlfriend."
With a smile, Kim headed inside, and decided to go to the kitchen. When she got there, her eyes went wide with shock as she spotted the pool of blood on the floor, and the broken backdoor window, and open backdoor. She headed to the phone slowly, and was about to dial 911 when she felt a hand close around her throat from behind, and a female voice whispered in her ear.
"Put the phone down, princess, and I won't snap your neck where you stand, got it?"
Her assailant was none other than the wounded, angry Shego, the plans tube hid somewhere in the house for the moment, most of the rooms in disarray as a result.
"W-w-w-what?"
"You heard me…now…I'm going to be staying here a while, to lay low…you're going to do as I say, without question, or you'll suffer…oh, will you suffer…" Normally she was more docile with civilians, but right now she was bleeding and in pain, and growing weaker fast, and had no time for politeness. She tightened her grip on the girl's neck, and waited for her reply.
"I-I-I-I got it! J-just don't hurt me!" The redhead practically whimpered, a smile of satisfaction spreading across the green woman's lips.
"That's good…now…where's the gauze…?"