I have finally restarted Night of the Were Monkey. This chapter used to be 2 chapters, so don't expect them all to be this long. Cannon is pre-STD though I may throw in some season 4 elements minus the cannon KxR relationship. This will include alot of KiGo and KxR as part of the story includes a battle for Kim's heart between the two.
Night of the Were-Monkey
Chapter 1: The Monkey's Tooth
It was an ordinary day for Kim Possible, which is to say that by any normal accounts of such it was a rather abnormal day. She had not only defeated a blue skinned megalomaniac and his green hued accomplice who had been trying to take over the world with another over complicated scheme, but also managed to finish her homework, chair the yearbook committee, and finally had just flawlessy executed a difficult cheer move, buch to her rival's chagrin.
It was really no big. All she had don was a triple flip through the center of the pyramid, landing in the splits. Anyone with years of cheerleading practice, and a little luck, could have pulled it off. Of course, Bonnie, who now scowled from the top of the pyramid, had tried and failed for three practices to do whar Kim ad accomplished on her first try. It's amazing what kind of skills a girl can pick up when she spends her days dodging henchmen and lazer blasts.
"Awesome moves KP!" The Middleton Mad Dog, also know as Kim Possible's best friend and sidekick Ron Stoppable, cheered.
"So not the drama." Kim said as the giant head of the mascot began spraying banana cream from its mouth.
"Your boyfriend's drool help you to squeeze through?" Bonnie asked snidely.
"He is not my boyfriend." Kim scowled. She and Ron had been best friends since pre-k. To think of him that way would just be sick and wrong, no matter how cute his ears were. Kim quickly focused her mind back on the practice. The Mad Dog gave Bonnie an extra spray of foam, ensuring that he hit Bonnie's perfectly groomed hair.
"Ugh, loser drool."
"He not a loser... He's just different."
"Yeah, what do you think I meant by loser?"
"At least he can do his part of the routine without knocking the rest of the squad over." Their little spat, which was how the practices usually ended, was ended by the equally common chime, 'Boop-Boop-De-Boop' "Wade! What's the sitch?" Kim asked her tech guru slash web developper slash travel agent. She turned her back on Bonnie and entered mission mode, giving Wade her full attention.
"Something strange is going on. There's been a hit on your site from, get this, a Sir Montgomery Fiske!"
"That is sick and wrong!" Ron chimed in.
"Why would Monkey Fist contact me?"
"We foil every one of his schemes, and now he's calling us before hand? You have got to hand it to the man, he finds ways to make things more efficient."
"Thats what is strange. It's not his style. He wrote that an ancient relic known as the Monkey Tooth is going to be stolen tonight from a small cultural museum in Africa."
"How sick and wrong can one man get. Monkey Fist Monkey Tooth, it's probably in a monkey museum! How much monkey can one man take!"
"Actually Kim, he's right abou that." Wade said, "The museum is called The Simia Sanctuary and is near the western border of the Congo. Their website say that they have the greatest collection of simian artefacts in the world. There doesn't seem to be much more to it than that"
"This feels like a rap." Kim said.
"Almost certainly. Theres no other reason Fiske would tell you his objective."
"It could be a trap-trap." Ron said, knowing how complicated villainous schemes were. He had in fact been a most difficult villain for Kim to defeat, unfortuneately his natural abilities in mad science did not transfer over into his algebra homework where he was barely achieving his usual gentleman's C.
"Ron!" They had had this argument before. Kim was of the mind that no matter how many levels of complexity, that traps were traps, whether you knew about them or not. "Ok, Wade, set up a ride.We'll spring Fiske's trap..."
"Or trap trap,"
"Like we always do." Kim shot Ron an irritated look.
Nine hours, a jump from a plane, and a ride on a garbage scented barge later, they found themselves only a few miles from their destination.
"Thanks for the ride, Mr, Palatine." Kim said, as she disembarked from their odorous transport.
"It was the least I could do, Ms. Possible." Th jolly, mustached, man said, "If it weren't for you, that infestation would have destroyed my banana plantation."
"No big. Besides, I only delivered the solution, it was wade who figured out how to kill the mould without harming the trees."
"Yeah, thanks..." Ron said, as he stumbled woozily down the gangplank to the shore, which he hoped would not be moving as much as it appeared to be. A few rough waves and the smell of garbage had given Ron an acute case of sea sickness., which resulted in him regurgitating his travel-nacos all over the deck.. The half digested brown mush had not made the boat smell any worse.
Kim clicked her heels together and her rocket skates appeared from what had once been her shoes. Ron, somehow, managed to reproduce this action, but he was still on the incline of the gangplank. His rocket skates flew from under him, sending him tumbling to the ground. His rocket skated then activated, dragging him kicking and screaming back up the ramp and depositing him in a hold full of rotten bananas, which were the source of the garbage smell that pervaded the ship.
"Ron! Stop fooling around."
"I'll be right there, KP!" He said, after slipping on a banana peel and landing back in the pile. Eventually, he made his way out, brining the stench with him. Luckily for Kim, Ronald's tendancy to lose his pants had resulted in him always carrying an extra set of clothes with him. As he rinsed the smell off in the river, the Kimmunicator beeped.
"Kim, I've marked your position and your destination on the map. You should see a town nearby. The eastern road out of town should take you straight to the museum."
"You rock, Wade!" Kim said, turning to see Ron holding the tattered remanents of the clothes he had been wearing. Apparently, pirana were an issue in he local waters. "Come on Ron, let's go!" Ron tossed the remanents of his clothes into the river's water and came up beside her, using the rocket skates as if they were more traditional in-line skates and still having a bit of trouble. Kim pressed a sequence of buttons on the kimmunicator, bringing up the map.
"You better hurry." Wade urged from a small segregated corner of the screen. "Someone just set of the museum alarms."
"We're on our way." Kim raced towards the red dot on the screen indicating their target with Ron stumbling along behind her.
"Kim! Monkey! Evil!" Ron screamed when the giant statue of a monkey that hovered over the museum's entrance came into sight. The head of the monkey hovered over the entrance, bearing fangs that created the ominous entrance pillars. It's tail had a stranglehold around the building. Its face leered menacingly at them, as if taunting them to enter its gaping maw. This monkey exuded creepy. The building itself, however, was a picture of modern design with its gentle curves that raised above the roof. The shape was almost reminiscent of a throne that the creepy monkey statue sat upon.
It was no easy task convincing Ron to enter the building. Once in, he cowered in fear at every corner as new monkey artefacts came into view. There were neither guards nor any security whatsoever that Kim could detect, at least not until they reached the center of the museum where Monkey Fit was seated, meditating on a pillar whose plaque read 'Monkey Tooth'. The item that had occupied the pedestal now hung from a leather strap around Fiske's neck.
"Put down the tooth and leave quietly, and maybe you'll leave here in one piece." Kim threatened. She looked around for traps, but did not see any.
"Isn't this where you yell something like 'monkey ninjas attack'?" Ron asked, more wary than Kim due to the evil of the Monkey decor and artefacts that surrounded them. This was surely a bad place to be.
"Not today I am afraid." Monkey Fist replied, "They discovered banana candy, and have all come down with some nasty cavities and taken an emergency trip to the dentist. I thought I would help out by collecting a few extra teeth in case they needed replacements." He pulled another leather strap from his gi. It was covered in real monkey teeth. It hung just below the one that surely belonged on the pedestal. It was longer and sharper than the others. It was more of a fang than a normal tooth. Around the base of the tooth were glyphs in a language that was most likely long dead. "This necklace however is for myself. It was created by one of the original mystical monkey warriors. It focuses the poer of the mystical monkey power, increasing it tenfold. It was said that the warrior could weild the monkey power for days without rest and was more powerful than any of the others.
Kim sighed. It was another monkey king plot, as usual. She waited for the maniacal monkey laughter that ensued. She dashed forward, delivering a powerful knee to the simian man's gut while she ripped the tooth from his neck.
"Ron, catch!" She tossed the tooth towards her sidekick as she used the knee she had given Fiske to cartweel away, dodging his counter attack.
"I've got it, KP!" Ron yelled as he ran towards the flying tooth. He dove for it, but was grabbed by the collar and hurled away by a pair of green and black gloves that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"Better watch out princess." Shego taunted as Ron rolled into a display, knocking the contents on top of himself. "Your sidekick has a habit of taking museum artefacts that don't belong to him."
"Shego!" The woman's presence surprised Kim. Shego rarely worked with anyone besides Drakken, and never with anyone like Monkey Fist. She had enough power that something like mystical monkey power would never appeal to her. "What are you doing with Monkey Fist?" She threw fiske into Shego's abdomen. Shego grunted from the impact, managing to deflect him away from her, managing not to be bowled over by the freakishly hairy man. Kim immediately turned her fighting skills against the green hued woman. The two began grappling, seemingly even in fighting prowess.
"Come on pumpkin, you can do better than that." Shego mocked as Kim did her best to avoid stepping on the tooth, allow Shego to gain the upper hand in the fight.
Ron noticed Kim's predicament. Fiske was laying against the wall, apparently dazed by the punishment he had recieved. Ron raced across the room to help Kim. He dove towards the tooth, intending to grab it and scramble out of the way. He did not really believe saving the item was worth the riske, but his best friend was fighting a villain and was going to lose if she couldn't fight to her full potential.
Apparently Monkey Fist was not as dazed as he appeared. He intercepted Ron mid flight and the two fell to the floor. Ron felt the fang dig into his chest as it scraped under him. His trajectory made him collide with Shego's shins while she was in the middle of throwing Kim. Both Kim and Shego went flying Kim landed on top of Shego with her legs wrappped around Shego's hips. Their bodies were pressed tightly, moulding into eachother as they slid across the floor. They slid into a wall, causing their face which had been inches apart to come together lips first. Two seconds passed and neither moved from this position as the tangled women worked out their shock at arriving in such a compromising position. The stillness was suddenly broken as Kim jerked away and pinned Shego's arms. What had awoken Kim from the shock was the other woman's tongue darting into her mouth. The woman was grinning impishishly up at her.
"That was sick and wrong!" Ron exclaimed. He was secretely jealous that even though he liked Kim, Shego had taken a kiss from Kim first. "What are you thinking?" He asked, "She is evil... and green..."
"And totally hot..."
"And totally...Hey!" Shego had almost got Ron there.
"It... It was an accident!" Kim stammered, looking away so that he couldn't see the blush that was creeping into her cheeks. If Ron had been the only one present, it would have ended there. Unfortuneately there were more in the room, and one was uncomfortably close to her.
"Don't be so modest Kimmie," Shego purred seductively. If Kim's blush hadn't been visible before, it was certainly visible now. She wished that she could just let shego go without the fight resuming, but Shego was never one to quit while here was still fun to be had. She was trapped in position as much as Shego was if she didn't want shego escaping. "You enjoyed it..." Shego said, slowly closing the gap between their faces once again, "You want to do it again... and again.. and again..." Kim couldn't move as Shego's lips pressed softly against her own for the second time. For a moment, Kim paniced. She had never had to deal with this before, certainly not with her legs stuck under her arch nemesis.
"Aargh!" Ron cried out. Kim released Shego's arms and turned to see Monkey Fist standing over Ron who was laying unconcious.
"Ron!" A hand began gently caressing her cheek. She tried to jump to her feet, but her feet were still wedged under Shego, making the effort futile. The hand was gently joned by its twin and they gently pulled Kim's face towards its owner.
"Nigh, night Kimmie." With a flash of green light, Kim was knocked unconcious.
When Kim woke up, she had a major headache. She groaned and rubbed her temples. She looked around. She was in her own room. She prayed that what she remembered of the previous day was just a nightmare, but the green and black rose on her alarm clock said otherwise. She flopped back into bed. Just thinking about what had happened made her feel weird.
'Boop-Boop-de-Boop' The Kimmunicator chimed.
Kim grabbed the kimmunicator from its charging dock. "What's the sitch Wade?" She grumbled. It was probably Drakken. He always started things at the most inconvenient times.If it was him, she would just pass the mission down to global justice. She couldn't face Shego after what had happened. How were you supposed to fight someone who was trying to kiss you? If they punch you, you simply return the favour, but using the same philosophy in this scenario would just lead to more trouble. She didn't know what she would do the next time she saw Shego, and was hoping that they would not have to meet again.
"Kim..." The computer genius covered his eyes and turned away.Kim glanced down, noticing that she was wearing nothing under the blankets. She never slept in the nude. Her parents, or the tweeb, or even Ron might come in at any moment. She wondered what had happened after Shego had knocked her out. She switched the kimmunicator to audio only mode.
"Go Wade." She said, wondering whether Wade was still looking as she began to dress. He was not exactly known for respecting peoples privacy.
"There is something strange about the mission you took yesterday."
"Other than the fact that I got knocked unconcious and yet somehow managed to return to my own bed?"
"Oh, about that, Shego's eating breakfast with your family right now."
"Shego's doing what?"
"She's eating your mothers eggs and bacon with the rest of your family." Wade repeated.
"Shego is in my house, and you think some oddity about the museum matters?"
"Kim you're a wanted woman now. The owner of the museum gave the authorities security camera footage of you breaking into the museum and trying to steal the monkey tooth."
"But I didn't..."
"Monkey Fist wasn't ever planning on stealing the tooth, he tricked you into trying to take it from him. He owns the museum. If you ever return to the Congo, you will be arrested."
"Will you be able to clear this up?" Kim asked, "You have the original request don't you? You can tell them that we were invited."
"I already tried. Monkey Fist has already bribed them. I can't make them change their mind."
"I guess this explains the serious monkey vibe the place had." Kim sighed. "Is Monkey Fist doing anything else in the Congo that we should know about?"
"As far as I can tell, he only did this to mess with you."
"Thats impossible, he never does anything that doesn't have to do with being the monkey king."
"If he starts moving, I'll tell you as soon as I can." Wade said.
"Now, about Shego," Kim said, putting the matter of Monkey fist behind her, "What is she doing inside my house?"
"She brought you back from Africa in a hover car that she took from Drakken for what appears to be a perfectly legal job as a security guard at Monty Fiske's museum." Wade said, "She even dropped Ron off at the Middleton hospital. It wasn't anything serious, but he got a cut on his chest that needed stitches. What's weird is that the cut was filled with monkey saliva and Monky Fist's ninjas were not there last night. Shego said she would take you to see him as soon as you woke up."
"What about her warrents?" Kim asked, "Isn't she still wanted? Why haven't global justice operatives stormed into my house to arrest her."
"It seems that all her warrants have been suspended. She must have made some sort of deal."
Kim sighed. It seemed that she had no way to avoid Shego. "Thanks Wade." She turned off the kimmuicator and went to take a shower.
Once dressed, Kim headed down towards the kitchen for te inevitable confrontation with her arch nemesis. She prayed hat visiting Ron in the hospital would be without incident, but she knew that if Shego was truely her transportation, the chances of it were slim.
"Kimberly Ann Possible!" Dr. James Timothy Possible's voice rang out the second that Kim stepped foot into the room. Even before he folded orning paper, she could feel the disappointment. He looked much angrier than Kim had ever seen him before. "What is this I hear about you trying to steal from a museum?" Shego was leaning against the doorway to the living room, nursing a large mug of black coffee and smirking at her.
"After that incident last halloween, Kimmie, I would have thought you had learned your lesson about dishonesty." Shego chided sarcastically, "It seems that you have started on the short road to becoming as bad as I am."
"It's not what it sounds like." Kim protested, "We were set up. We wanted to protect the artefact not steal it."
"Doing something bad for a good reason doesn't make it good." Her mother pointed out, "Good intentions and all." She referenced the popular addage.
"Mom!" Kim whined, unable to think of a decent counter argument. Anything she could say would just make things worse.
"Young lady," Her father said, "After you see ron this morning..."
"I sense the words grounnded and one month coming..." Kim said unenthusiastically. Her father sighed and returned to reading the newspaper. There was little else that could be said on the matter.
"Eat your breakfast." Her mother told her, placing a plate of bacon and eggs in front of her, "then you can go visit Ronald."
Kim grudgingly began to eat. She tensed as Shego sat down next to her. A hand inconspicuously grabbed hers under the table. Kim resisted the urge to squeal and pull away, and her parents seeing Shego holding her hand would raise question that Kim did not particularly feel like answering. At least the twins were already off doing their own thing. They would have noticed something immediately. If they found out what had happened, there would be endless taunting. She began to wolf down her breakfast in hopes that they could leave and see Ron before Shego could do anything else to compromise the trust her parents once had in her. At least during her visit with Ron, he'd take her side, perhaps he would even annoy shego into leaving them on their own.
When Kim's breakfast was finished, Shego's coffee cup was still half full and she showed no sign of being in any hurry at all to finish. Kim tried to worm her hand out of Shego's without rousing suspicion. Shego's grip was strong. She was holding on with barely any effort at all. Kim considered telling Shego to leave, but feared that it would only earn her a lecture on appreciation and a hostess' duty, as well as jeopardizing her planned excursion. Shego had brought them safely home and even got Ron the medical attention he needed.
"Kim, why don't you lend Shego some clothes. She was wearing the same thing last night, so im sure she will appreciate freshining up a bit." Kim was ready to protest the strong suggestion her mother had just given her, but thought better of it an d merely grumbled under her breath. It would surely be a long and irritating day.
"That would be great!" Shego said with a smile, "Thanks Mrs. Possible. If you don't mind, I'd also like to take a shower. I don't want to get Kimmie's clothes all grungy." The happy, innocent tone set off alarm bells in Kim's head. Shego was a selfish, hot-tempered, and over all, sarcastic person. Either she had some sort of scheme, or she was not in full control of her faculties. Kim attempted innoculously to 'fix' some of Shego's stray hairs, checking for any moodulators or other gadjets at the base of her skull. Shego obviously had taken the action in a way that Kim had not intended and began tracing patterns on Kim's thighwith the index finger of the hand clutching Kims.
Shego quickly drained the cup of coffee, then shifted her grip from Kim's hand to her waist. "Come on, pumpkin," Shego said, "why don't you show me where the bathroom is?" Kim found herself yanked out of her seat and dragged to her own room that Shego obviosly already knew the location of.
"Are you done yet?" Kim asked, after several minutes of Shego dissecting her wardrobe in search of an appropriate set of attire, made all the more difficult by the fact that Shego's bust was at least double Kim's modest one.
"You really need to upgrade your wardrobe." Shego said as she critically examined an olive tee and onyx capris from Club Banana. "There really isn't all that much good to wear here." Despite Shego's mocking comments, she seemed reasonable pleased with the items she had picked up.
Kim growled. This whole situation was not only embarassing, but also insulting. She wondered how long she would have to cater to her nemesis. She grabbed shego and dragged her to the washroom. Kim practically threw Shego in before slamming the door. Shego didn't seem upset at all, instead she laughed.
"Really princess, I thought you were so impatient because you were going to join me." Shego taunted. Kim blushed. Her family had rather conservative values, so such lewd comments were really taking their toll on her.
"I just want you out as fast as possible."
"Are you sure you're ready for that pumpkin." Shego replied, "I'll come 'out' whenever you want, but as a Possible, I thought you'd much rather be a Go. Kigo really has a nice ring to it don't you think?"
"You know perfectly well that's not what I meant!" Kim retorted. She was glad that there was a door between them. Who knew what Shego was doing on the other side. Her actions probably mimicked her words. The sound of clothes hitting the floor pretty much confirmed that suspicion in Kims mind.
Ron had been surprised when he'd woken up in the hospital. He usually avoided injury on mission, and when he did get hurt, it was never more serius than a few scrapes. Even this time he didn't see what the big deal was. He had been knocked unconcious, and had a bit of a scrape on his chest where he had landed on the monkey tooth necklace, but it didn't even hurt anymore. He had no idea why they were keeping him in the hospital.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" Ron sat up suddenly. Kim was here. Her voice echoed down the hallways and into his room. Apparently she was annoyed with someone who sounded oddly familiar. When he recognized the voice that he never expected to hear outside of a mission, he grabbed the tray his sub-par breakfast had come on and held it up in case any plasma blasts would fly his way.
"You know you love it, princess. Besides, you mother practically threw us together." Shego's voice didn't carry its usual sassy violence. "She knows I'm such a good influence on you. After all, I am a reformed criminal who stopped you from stealing a riceless artefact from a museum."
"I was not trying to steal it!" Kim practically shouted as she burst into Ron's room and slammed the door in the face of the woman mocking her. "I can't stand her! It's worse than when I got stuck to Bonnie." She complained as she locked the door and walked over to Ron.
"Why don't you just kick her but and send her to jail?" Ron asked.
"No can do, Ron. I wish it was that easy." Kim said, "Apparently she did some favours for the government that got her record expunged."
"I understand..." Ron said, "But why don't you explain it for Rufus' sake?" Ron said, eliciting a squeal of annoyance from his hairless pet, who had somehow managed to stay hidden from the doctors and nurses who would not consider rodents to be an acceptable addition to a sterile environment.
"She made a deal. She did something for the government, and they in return cancelled her outstanding warrants. She's not wanted anymore."
"So, we can't do anything?"
"Not until we catch her doing something illegal," Kim said as she sat in one of the two chairs that adorned the room, "But she seems to have another way to pass the time. How are you doing?"
"Bon-diggity, KP. A little scratch and a bump on the head, but really nothing worth paying attention to. I have no idea why they wont ley me leave."
"I was told it was a laceration, not a scratch." Kim said.
"It's nothing. See," Ron lifted his shirt to reveal his chest. "Nothing to worry about." Ron was right. It was literally nothing. Kim examined his chest thoroughly and the only indication that he had ever been injured was a nearly invisibly faint red line from his collar bone to his ribs.
"This isn't even a scratch." Kim said as she looked incredulously at the mark. "It looks like it's been healed for days." She picked up the chart that hung from the foot of the bed. "This can't be right." She proded his chest with her finger. "The chart says you had a bloody laceration a quarter inch deep."
"Are you sure KP?" He took the chart himself. After a minute of him searching for the relavent information, Kim pointed it out. "How could the hospital make such a big mistake?"
The lock on the door clicked and the door swung open. Shego stepped into the room brandishing a hair pin and smiled. "I thought yu were a bit of a prude, after all only old ladies have these, but I guess they must have been useful for breaking and entering."
Kim could not object to this point, because she had used them for exactly this reasin on several occaisions. That she had no valid retort was even more irritating than the fact that Shego had just broken into the room. "Well, you learned to use it pretty quickly."
"Well, if I had proper tools, I probably could have shaved ten seconds of the time." Shego said as she advanced towards Kim who in response flipped over the bed to use Ron as a makeshift barrier.
"Kimmie, if I didn't know better, I'd swear you were cheating on me."
"Cheating would imply trust." Kim replied.
"And I thought it would take a lot more effort to earn that."
"I thought visiting hours were for friend and families. When did deranged lunatics get added to the list?" Ron interrupted. The hint of humor was hidden behind the icy tone of the words.
Shego's expression darkened. She looked at stoppable, noticing the lack of injury to his chest. "It's nice that you consider me a friend, but if you insist on calling my princess a lunatic, I may have to hurt you." Shego flared a ball of plasma around her hand menacingly to accentuate her point.
"Was Ron's chest like that last night?" Kim asked, in an attempt to diffuse the situation before her best friend had a valid reason for being kept in the hospital.
"Yep, he's still as scrawny as ever. He might be quite the looker if he filled out a bit though."
"His injury!" Kim's temper was flaring again.
"Oh, that. It was deep an bloody." Shego said, "They must have some good doctors here. My powers make me heal fast, but it's nothing compared to this." Shego opened the drawer in the small bedside table. She pulled out Ron's mission shirt. "See." It was torn and full of dried blood." "He bled all over the hovercar, it'll cost a fortune to get it cleaned up."
"Let me see that!" Kim reached out to take the shirt, but Shego caught her wrist.
"You didn't say please yet, princess." Shego pulled kim violently over the bed towards her. Shego also leaned forwards until their noses were almost touching.
A low growl sddenly erupted from the boy below them. "Let her go." Shego had never heard the buffoon sound so serious.
"Or what? You'll run away? I think Kimmie would like an audience, don't you? She likes it dangerous." She leaned in to kiss her prey, but yelped in pain a moment before their lips met. A strong hand had grabbed her wrist so tightly that it hurt. She could no longer pull Kim into the kiss because her arm was held so securely. The hand, which belonged to Ron, squeezed harder until shego was forced to release Kim. Kim used this time to back away, with the bloody shirt.
"Thanks Ron." Kim said, surprised that Ron possed the strength to stand up to Shego. Shego was just as surprised and also unnerved. It was not just that his brute strength exceeded hers, his look gave her the willies. His face showed such pure anger, and, especially his eyes. She didn't know what unnerverd her the most about his eyes, the fact that the pupils had expanded to fill the entire irises of his eyes or that they were glowing myseriously with an eerie blue light.