New story. Its multi-chappied, and maybe good...later.
Disclaimer: I mean really...
Chapter 1
She didn't know why she did it. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that someone was actually taking her seriously (or as seriously as Shego could take a person) and not making fun of her for her chosen path of villainy. Sure, she never wanted to take over the world…and most of her schemes were purely selfish…and she didn't want to kill Kim Possible…but really, who made up the rules on modern villainy anyways? Whatever happened to Larson on a grand scale for personal gain? Was that not evil enough? The Fab life was all she wanted, and Shego was helping her get it without laughing in her face like the Seniors, or that walking fashion don't Killigan…So why was she so depressed? Currently, she was enjoying (or trying to) a massage from one of Shego's men. His name was Millie, or Melvin…(or something of the sort), in a gorgeous spa somewhere off the coast of nowhere, all expenses paid by lord knows who. And yet she found herself unable to enjoy it. But before she could go off about the reasons for her misplaced unhappiness in her head, her cell phone rang.
"Hello?" She answered, slightly annoyed at the caller.
"You free tonight Blondie?" The voice on the other end drawled. Camille sighed. She couldn't say no. She really couldn't.
"Yeah…where?" She replied, silently shooing Millie (or whatever) away.
"The new lair. Everyone's going to be gone. You know Drakken and the guys with their Karaoke. Bring the outfit." The phone went dead on the other line and Camille couldn't help but be angry. The outfit. She didn't even know why she still had it. It was some stupid fad from way back that she was banking on when she was famous…it shouldn't even matter now. But It did. To her.
The stupid outfit, the stupid hair…the stupid everything. The whole thing was a little creepy, and if you looked at it the right way, totally statutory. But she as going along with it. Because it mattered to stupid Shego.
She changed, and as always, Shego had a ride waiting outside for her. Even that bit was weird, what with the favors and all. But she never questioned it.
The ride itself (to add insult to injury) was very fast and efficient, and she was at the alpine lair in less than fifteen minutes. At the door In her signature green in black stood Shego, hand on her hips, smirk in place.
The smirk faded however, and was replaced with a hard look.
"Morph." And so she did. Red hair, slightly rounder face…take an inch off the height. And alas, Shego had her very own Kim Possible.
"So you want to fight first or what?" Camille said, bitterness dripping from her voice.
"Hostile much?" Shego had not moved from her spot, and now had one eyebrow cocked.
"You would be too if your girlfriend wanted to fuck some bossy teenager all the time." Camille retorted nastily.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, who said anything about a girlfriend?" Camille couldn't believe her ears. Her lip trembled, her eyes watered.
"Go home. I don't need this." Shego began to walk back into the lair, waving her arm dismissively to make a point.
"Go home? What do you mean go home?" Shego stopped and turned around.
"I mean go home. This is over. I don't have a girlfriend. Not interested in one either."
"You would be if Kim Possible was asking you. Because you just love her don't you? That fucking bitch Kimmie. You never once in all the times we made love said my name! Its always her! What's so great about her? I can look like her, I Can be like her. Hell," The ex-star screamed, "I CAN DO ANYTHING. I mean, everything except love you." Camille laughed. A hallow laugh that made her sound slightly deranged.
"And you know what the kicker is? The big kicker is Shego?" Camille screeched, eyes blazing. She was half way between Kim and her usual appearance.
"That I'm right here?" Shego and Camille both froze.