A/N: Wow, it's been a while since I wrote anything. I had two other stories that I need to write but my muse isn't letting this idea go.

I don't know how long I'll be able to keep this one up, I have an awful track record when it comes to completing my projects, but I'll do my best! :D

WARNING: This story contains graphic violence and gore which I'll try to keep to the minimum but honestly, I guarantee nothing.

Love & Peace,
WhiteWorms

Chapter 1

"Are you happy with your life, Shego?"

The mellowed voice echoed through the dark empty lounge like a ghostly presence, its words hanging between its two occupants heavily. Shego peered over the magazine in her hands with a raised brow, the enticing details of the adorable sugar-lime bean-couch she'd been eyeing rapidly receding to the back of her mind.

"Come again?" She asked, genuinely questioning her need for a hearing aid.

"Oh, I don't know." Drakken sounded beyond dejected. He absent-mindedly stirred his steaming cup of coco-moo while slumping lazily on the coffee-table. "I just don't feel it anymore. It's the same thing every day, same business every week. Today, I'll think of an idea: Something spectacular, a scientific genius that others would no doubt marvel at in awe."

"What, like your Three-Tailed-Sharkanator 4000?" Shego couldn't help but remark snidely, the sheer stupidity of the mechanical abomination still plaguing her mind. The stupid thing couldn't even swim due to its extra tails getting in each other's way like three manic housewives reaching for the last carton of discounted eggs. Three tails? Why not three heads? What the hell was three tails going to do? Bitch slap their enemies to submission?

The doctor turned to his side-kick with a smile so heart-warming she wanted to rip his face in half like a sheet of paper. "Exactly Shego. Today, I'll think of a brilliant idea. And tomorrow I'll have it made, a dream made reality. It's miracle I'm making, you know? I mean who can honestly say that they have the capacity to create a three-tailed, great-white shark robot in the span of two days? I sure don't know anyone. I make children's dream come true, Shego. I'm like a... a blue santa!"

"Uh-huh. Right." She deadpanned as her eyes turned back to her magazine. Oh look, a polished darkwood bookshelf for $39.99. Look at that emphasis on the 99, those teasing harlots.

"But then what happens?" With a loud huff the blue scientist's blissful expression turned to that of a scornful distress. "That... That Kim Possible and her dribbling sidekick... Ruh... Ro... Rooo?"

"Rufus?"

"Rufus!" Drakken snapped his finger. "That Kim Possible and that Rufus kid drop out of the ceiling and mess everything up! I mean, what is the point? Every invention I make, those two smug elitists just pop into my lair, my secret lair mind you, and stump on them like bugs! It's infuriating! I mean they don't have any consideration for other people's feelings. I should be charging them for property damages. Do you know how much money it takes to build those things?"

In fact, Shego did know. She was the one who stole them for him after all. She frowned at him, not liking where the blue doctor was going with this. "Doc, we don't use our own money. We steal them from banks and stuff, remember?"

"That's not the point." Drakken waved her off, his mood turning solemn again. "It's just... We've been doing this for years now. We've gone into this pattern. It's become boring, Shego. All this world domination thing has become silly. I'm silly." Shego raised her brow at the admission. Masking a troubled look, Drakken inhaled deeply before he continued. "I... I want to quit Shego. I... I don't want to be a villain anymore."

A silent pause.

The magazine slipped out from Shego's hands and landed on the floor with a loud smack.

"Whoa doc, what the hell?" The green villainess began with a shaky laugh, getting out of her seat to approach the doctor carefully. "I don't know what brought this on, but stop right there. Let's sit down and think this over."

"But I did! I did think this over. And realized, Shego: I'm no villain. I'm just a sad blue college dropout who played at being a world dominator because he has accomplished nothing, absolutely nothing in his life." Dr Drakken brought both his arms up in a dramatic pose that screamed 'woe is me' before burying his face in his palms. "All those mean things you call me, they are all true! I'm a big dolt, a moron, a clueless idiot and a pompous twit!" -Shego blinked at that last one, but let it slip past for now.-"I'm a nobody, Shego. No, I'm less than that. I'm just... pathetic."

It was then the doctor began crying, loudly, and pitifully. Wailing with tears, snots and all. Shego scratched the back of her neck awkwardly as she stood utterly perplexed at the usually arrogant doctor's self-loathing attitude. 'Weird' was the term she used to describe Drakken when he was normal. This? This she had no idea.

She had seen Drakken do a lot of debasing things before: begging, whining, cowering, screaming, trembling, shrinking and, well, she'd seen him crying before as well. But this wasn't crying. No. This was a complete and utter breakdown of pure human woe. She'd never been in this kind of stroppy situation before. She was honestly at a loss.

"Hey... Hey, come on doc. You're not that bad." She began with slight difficulty, moving to –she paused to keep the rising bile down from spilling out her throat- to comfort the weeping old man.

Thankfully, before she built up enough courage to lay a reassuring hand on his shoulder, Drakken leapt out of his seat with dramatic vigour.

"Oh but I am!" The blue man wailed. "I am that bad! And not the usual 'Evil-Bad' either. I'm just plain bad. I'm a failure!"

Shego scratched her neck again, finding that she couldn't deny his claims. She had no idea what brought this on but she did need to tell him something, anything. If not the moron might actually quit the whole villain gig. And then where will she go? She'll have to look for another job, a job where she would actually do work. Yeah, as if that was going to happen. She'd go mad within hours.

"Alright doc, I don't know what the hell happened inside that screwy head of yours but you need to stop. This isn't you."

"Oh Shego, don't you understand?" Drakken sniffed. "This is me. I'm just a… sad, poor excuse for a villain."

"Hey, don't say that. It doesn't matter if you're bad or not. You can't quit now. The amount of time you've done this, the perseverance, that's what really matters."

"How does any of it matter, when I simply fail every single time?"

"Well," Shego stuttered a bit. She really, really had to think for this one. "You're getting better aren't you? Remember that Nakasumi robot you made when we first started out? And then the Lil' Diablo thing you did? Put those two together back-to-back. Can you see how far you've gotten? I mean, sure Kimmie won that round as well, but the Lil' Diablo was almost a success. You've improved, and some day you might even get there. But it's never going to happen if you give up now."

Turning, Drakken toned down to a sniffle. "You think so?"

"Yeah, sure. I mean, Pumpkin can't win every round right? You just keep on with those wacky invention stuff and someday you'll get there."

Drakken pouted, "Hmph... I guess so." He nodded, albeit half-heartedly. "I did make a new invention this morning that I didn't think I'll ever get around using."

"You see? There you go." Shego grinned and gave a light slap on his back. "Now why don't you tell me all about it while I go and take a seat?"

A bemused silence passed by for a moment. "You... You want me to tell you about my work?"

"Yeah, go ahead." Shego waved him off, already lounging back on the couch with her magazine in her hands. "Show me how this one works. Heck, I'll even help you test your inventions for a day if it'll keep you from being all moody again."

Drakken almost 'squee'-ed at the declaration. "Can I? Really? Can I? Oh Shego, I'm so glad you said that!" Sticking his hands into his pocket, he whipped out a rocket shaped ray gun from his inner pocket and, to Shego's surprise, pointed it directly at the pale green woman. "I've been wanting to use this on you since the moment I've thought it up!"

There was an uncomfortable pause as the situation sunk in.

"Uhh, Drew? What the hell do you think you're doing?" One could taste the growing rage in Shego's words.

"Oh, don't be such a worry-wart." Drakken giggled, a putrid sound to any functioning ear. "This is a Super-Ray! One shot from this little baby and you'll turn into a Super-Human!" He explained excitedly.

"If you haven't noticed, Doc, I am a super-human." Shego grinded out between grit teeth.

"Yes, I know! That's why it's going to be so interesting! I mean, what happens when a super-human becomes even more Super? Do they become Super-Super-Human? A Hyper-Human? A Mega-Human? Think of the outcomes, Shego. The possibilities are endless!"

"The only outcome of this situation is the one where you end up with your head shoved up your ass with the entry welded shut around your neck."

"Oh don't be like that. It was you who said you'd be willing to be my lab rat for the day."

"I said I'll 'help' you with your testing, and I didn't really mean it either."

"Eh, no matter," Drakken shrugged. "I just activated that couch's paralysation function. You're not going anywhere."

Shego blinked. "You what?"

"Yes ma'am," Drakken puffed his chest out proudly. "I had that sofa rigged with a paralysation mechanism since the beginning. It was originally intended to be used on Kim Possible, but she never likes to sit down when she's here, unlike you." The Doctor frowned. "Which is really weird now that I think about it. I thought America was all about 'lounging on the couch.' Which means Kim Possible, the 'All-American Girl', should be unable to resist sitting on it at least once. How strange that it never worked. Maybe she isn't as 'American' as I thought. Maybe she isn't 'American' at all. *GASP! That's brilliant! Maybe be I could dig up on her heritage and-"

The rest of Drakken's words fell on deaf ears as Shego attempted to free herself from her binding. However, true to the rambling doctor's words(for once), her limbs refused to move. She could feel her muscle tensing up at her command in all the wrong way. They were held in place, stiff as a board. The only parts on her body she had control of were from the neck up.

With a loud growl, she turned to the mad doctor with teeth bared. "You god-damn weasel! I'll have you castrated for this!"

Gasping, Drakken stopped his incoherent babbling mid-sentence and placed his hand on his chest in hurt. "Why, Shego, how could you? And here I was trying to be nice by giving you extra super-powers." He huffed, turning away with his arms crossed.

"You're not just giving me super powers; you're making me into one of your 'lab rats' for your experiment!"

Drakken had the galls to look flabbergast. "I am not turning you into a 'lab rat', that's just absurd."

"It was you who said it!"

"I did not, Shego. Stop putting words in my mouth. Now, hold still while I set the dial of this Super-Ray's mutation setting to 'Fantastic',"

Shego's eyes widened. "Drakken! Don't you dare-"

"-and set the output setting to 'Awesome',"

"I swear, when I get out of this I'm-"

"-then place the power setting to 'Max-Power'."

"I'm going to kill you, Drew! I'll have you-"

"-and voila!"

With a loud sizzling crack of air, a squiggly ray of deep purple snaked around another, straighter golden ray, beamed out the gun's muzzle and flew straight for the wide eyed Shego.

Despite knowing she was paralyzed, the green hued villainess tried all her might to jump out of the beam's way. There must be something about the paralyze ray that would allow her to escape. Drakken's inventions never worked the way they were supposed to. There must be a glitch somewhere, a fault. Maybe if she ignited her hands she could... Okay, so her abilities were disabled as well. Alright, maybe there are some switches on the back seat and she could press them with the back of her... Her head couldn't stretch that far even if she tried. Crap. That Super-ray or whatever was going to fail. She knew it in her guts it will, and once it does it was all going to-

The ray struck her in the chest.

At first she barely felt a thing. The only reason Shego knew the ray struck her was due to the sparkling swirls of dark purple and gold dancing around her entire being. It seemed as though time had slowed down for her: The dual colored lights flowed and surged about her lazily like a thick haze. It was beautiful, mesmerizing enough to make Shego temporarily forget about her dilemma.

And then the pain began.

Excruciating was not the term she wanted to use to describe the sensation, for it was an understatement on par with describing the pacific ocean as being 'moist'. But it was the only word Shego's mind could conjure up before it too was drowned in the waves of horrid pain.

Her muscles clenched in on itself, hard, then snapped, shredding under its own tension, while her bones broke and shattered to tiny pieces in the process. The blood in her veins stopped in their track, sending a wave of deathly chill through the villainess's body, only to begin moving again a moment later a thousand times faster, pumping her heart with so much blood that it had no choice but to explode under the pressure. Her nails lifted off its place, her hands splitting in half from the middle, and her hair tried to snake its way back into her scalp, through her skull. And all the while, her regenerative ability was on overdrive, successfully fixing her body just long enough for her to remain alive another moment before her body destroyed itself again.

Dr Drakken watched the process with a mix of horror and fascination behind the safety of the dining table. If his sidekick's gut wrenching screams were any indication, the mutation process was far more… uncomfortable than he had anticipated, which was absolutely unacceptable in his book, but it was precisely this that made him so entranced by what was happening.

The Super-Ray was a failure, or at least that's what he wrote in his notes anyway. Every test subjects he used the Super-Ray on came out as normal as they had been going in. They showed no changes from their initial state, neither did they ever show signs of being in discomfort during the process, much less pain. The reason he had used the gun on Shego may have been to sate his curiosity, but he did it with the knowledge that the test would be entirely harmless. Obviously this was not the case. He could only guess that Shego's already mutated biology was reacting unusually violently to the ray's effect. It was quite fascinating indeed. Terrible for Shego though.

At some point during the past few minutes, the green hued thief had broken free from her paralyzed state and now lay writhing on the floor. The purple gold aura swarming around her were thick as ever and hid the true going-ons underneath, but the occasional snaps and the accompanying screams were information enough to make the doctor wince every time. Drakken did not dare speak for fear that any external stimulus may exacerbate the process, and that it would lead him to being roasted alive by certain someone's plasma blast.

Exactly three minutes and seventeen seconds after, according to Drakken's watch, the ray's haze dissipated as quickly as they came. What was better was that there were no more screaming, snapping of bones or ripping of flesh; a fact the blue doctor was glad for since he didn't think he could keep his lunch down any longer.

There on the ground, lay Shego curled up into a little ball, quiet and unmoving, with her back turned to Drakken. If he had to admit, there didn't seem anything different about her aside from the multiple rips on her cat suit where he assumed her broken bones ripped through the fabric as well as her flesh. Through the punctures, pale green skin lay bare, perfectly unblemished and clear of scars. Her lush black hair weren't even frazzled despite the violent spasms. If he hadn't been here to witness the whole event, Drakken would have thought that his sidekick was sleeping. Though, people tend to breathe in their sleep. Unlike Sheg...

Oh...

"Sh... Shego?" Drakken called out from he's place under the table, unable to conjure up the courage to approach the unmoving villainess directly.

There were no response. No angry outburst, no snarky retort or insult. Not even a grunt of acknowledgement. Drakken tried again, louder this time, and was again answered by the horrible silence.

"Shego, I'm sorry about the whole super-ray thing. You can get up now." He chuckled without humour.

Silence.

"You got me Shego. You can stop that now. You're going to catch a cold if you lie down on the ground."

Again.

Silence.

Drakken stumbled, and placed a hand on the table's edge to support his body's weight where his shaky legs no longer could. The situation wasn't sitting well with him. It wasn't sinking in at all. He couldn't… comprehend what was happening. He felt like he should ask Shego for help, like he normally did when they were watching movies and he often had no idea what was going on in the scene. Shego usually gets really annoyed when he does that. But that wasn't going to happen was it? After all, Shego was… She was…

No wait.

No.

No no no no no.

Licking his suddenly dry lips, he tried again.

"Shego?"

And again.

"Shego."

Once more.

"Shego!"

And one last time.

"Shego! I demand that you wake up! You can't ignore me like this! I'm still the boss here!"

But all the same, he received only one result.

Silence.

Neverending silence.

Drakken fell on his bottom. The hard impact with the solid ground barely fazed the absolutely lost look the doctor had on his dazed face.

A sniffle scratched the air.

It was followed by a sob.

Then another, and another.

Before he knew it, Drakken was down on his fours bawling his eyes out as he cried.

If he thought he was a pathetic fool who deserved to be berated before, then he deserved to be put to death now. This was he's greatest failure. Not him dropping out of high school, not his buffoonery, his arrogance, his foolish plans nor his inventions; But this. His short-sightedness. His failure to see what was right before his eyes. And now that short-sightness got his partner killed.

He was a failure before, but now he had sunk below beyond points he didn't knew existed.

He wasn't just a failure, but a murderer as well.

"I'm so sorry Shego." He didn't know what else to say. "I didn't mean to do it. I didn't know." He looked towards the unmoving body with desperate eyes. "Please, just wake up. Say something. Anything. I'll d-"

A gasp grinded against the silence like sandpaper, slowly and painfully.

The sudden, strangled noise had the weeping doctor falling flat on his back on the ground. A hasty roll, and a few stumble and crash later, Drakken was securely behind the dining table once more, peering over the table top with terrified interest.

He watched as Shego's limbs flip in place languidly like a dying fish on dry land, and gaped as the air in her lungs slowly expelled in a toneless sigh.

She's alive. Drakken thought as a smile shyly crept across his face. He didn't think he's ever felt so relieved in his life.

Then, before he could even blink, she was standing; a single, unnaturally fluid motion that had her up so fast her joints crackled in protest. The doctor's jaw dropped at the feat.

Even a man like Drakken, who couldn't read the mood if he laid his eyes upon the contents of a book named 'Mood', could tell something was amiss after seeing such stunt. A human body was not supposed to bend in such erratic angles, lest they wished for a month long bed rest in a body caste.

A part of him wanted to call out to his subordinate, to make a meek attempt at reconciliation by asking for her wellbeing, and though the memory of the blood curdling screams ripping the air not a minute ago swiftly squelched the thought, it was revitalized just as quickly by his curious nature. After all this was an experiment, and he a scientist. Plasma burns or not, he had to know what had come of it, whether it be simply pissing off his hot-headed sidekick, or something phenomenal.

"Sh...Shego?" He squeaked. "Are you alright?"

A lightning flash would suited the situation so well just then.

The timid voice had alerted Shego, or at least what he had thought was Shego, to his presence. Whirling around, black, rectangular pupils wrapped around in flawless white iris leered at the Doctor, which then narrowed into feline slits. Black lips peeled into a snarl, revealing a row of shining, jagged teeth akin to that of a bear trap. When the green woman turned to fully face Drakken, the edge of her lips ripped wider and wider, splitting through her cheeks until they reached her ears.

The sound that ripped out of Shego's throat wasn't something the human vocal cord was capable of making. A roar, louder than any animal, wilder, fiercer, shook the air so brutally, Drakken, for a moment, felt his world go silent, a high screech ringing in his ears as though he had been too close to an explosion. Natural instinct told him to place his palms over his ears, to run away, but the doctor was frozen in place, his wide eyes fixed on the two rows of inner teeth that decorated the inside of Shego's enormous mouth.

Within a blink of an eye, Shego was in the air, her cold, unfeeling eyes fixed on him like a hawk.

Drakken didn't scream, nor did he run. He couldn't dream of outmatching Shego in terms of physical fitness before and it hasn't changed now. The only thing he could do as he watched his sidekick descend upon him, her inhumane mouth agape and teeth baring for all to see, was say two small words:

"Oh snap."

A/N: This is all self-edited, and I don't have any beta-readers, so feel free to point out any mistakes I've made.

I will kiss your toes if you could leave some reviews before you go, especially constructive criticisms.

I'm now off to work on the next chapter so, until then, toodles~