"Evil Has its Ultimate"
by Rigel7Sold
Chapter 1: Death in the Family - Shego
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own any of these characters. Literally, I'm not even going to make any new ones.
The new lair was empty. Shego didn't understand why, she'd just been out for half a day. The mountain climate and angular, outward-jutting architecture didn't agree with her at all. She already hated today. Opening the front door tenuously, she found nothing. Calling out his name, she recieved no reply. 'Ugh,' she thought, 'he didn't really forget me again, did he?' It was more a playful jab than anything else; she needed a rise in her spirits. It wasn't until she noticed there weren't any henchmen that she began to worry. She continued to check every room, growing ever more frantic. Where the hell could he be? Finally reaching his personal office, she found a video tape labeled "answers - Dr. D". She'd never noticed that he had a TV in his office. No wonder he spends so much time in there. Popping the tape in the VCR, she was somewhat relieved to see him, sitting at the desk she was sitting at. He began to speak in a very serious tone. She picked up immediately that she might want to pay attention.
"Shego," he began, a look of intense sadness across his blue face, "If you are positive that I am not in the lair, then you are probably right. By the time you'll be watching this video, I'll have already died." Tension had filled her before, but the surprise of this revelation was staggering. She hadn't noticed that she'd ripped the armrest off the chair when she stood up. "You are my only survivor and, more importantly, the only friend I ever had. Time is short, and the cause of my demise will become painfully apparent in short order. Follow my instructions to the order, and all will be well. Please, Shego, finish my work, or everything will be lost."
Her eyes darted nervously around the room, though she remained aware of the message being relayed to her. This couldn't be happening, he's not supposed to die, what is she going to do? The emotional impact of the news hadn't quite reached her yet, though she was flattered by the 'only friend' remark. She had to stay on task. He's counting on her. This might actually be important.
"I was unsure if it could really be done. If you're watching this, it couldn't. I fear that in dying I will have unleashed a greater threat than I ever had in life. I implore you to contact Dr. James Timothy Possible in any way..."-his voice holding that 'y' sound while he searched for a suitable word-"possible. First, however, you should grab the blueprints on my desk and my notes. By the notes are written instructions on where to go from here. Shego, I leave my life with many regrets, most of which involve you or Kim Possible. I treasured your companionship, a lot. Thank you for your services. I love you, Shego."
Shego wasn't used to sadness. By now she was only angered by the situation. Taking the blueprints, notes, and instructions, she set out, reinvigorateded, filled once more with purpose. She knew where Kimmie lived. Finding Dr. Possible would be a snap. Middleton wasn't too far; especially not with a personal flying craft. Her emotions run wild. She doubted she was going to be able to approach the situation rationally. And suddenly, she was touched by his last words to her. He kind of mattered more than anyone else in her life, she realized for apparently the first time. Nagging at herself inwardly, she neared her target. Deep breath, Shego...
A/N: Okay, first Kim Possible fanfic. I'm probably going to edit this sometime, but I have to put it up or it'll never get done. This'll probably run for several more chapters, depending on stuff. Okay, great, later.