[First real fan fic ever, I'm pretty sure. xD Pretty lame, but this spurred from some conversations about KP with a few friends of mine.
Jack belongs to me; other original characters belong to their rightful owners.
There is no title to this Fic yet, but I'll come up with it as I move along.
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"Chapter One: The Ad"
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"And you're doing this…why?"
"BeCAUSE, Shego. We need more than ONE person carrying this 'team'. Our constant FAILURES are beginning to drill into my head, and I will NOT stand for it any longer."
"Uh huh. Yeah. The reason we ALWAYS fail is because of your stupid plans in the first place."
The man gritted his teeth in anger.
"Well maybe my plans wouldn't be so stupid if you could actually defeat Kim Possible for once!" He replied, clenching his fist.
"LISTEN, Blue Boy!" Shego retorted, getting right into her employer's face. This was the usual scene in the lair of Dr. Drakken. The employer-employee relationship clearly meant nothing to the mad scientist and the ex-hero as they constantly bickered amongst themselves. It was a rare moment when they didn't have a crowd either. Drakken's burly henchmen usually paused whatever they were doing to watch the action. Not that they were doing anything important, anyway.
The argument dwindled down to angry muttering from both parties as Drakken returned to his previous work. Before him on one of the consoles he had scattered about the lair, lay a piece of paper and an envelope. On the paper were scribbled the words "Want Ad!" in big, bold, messy letters. Below that were even more chicken scratches, though quite illegible to someone who had no patience to decipher it. Grasping the paper in his hand, he shoved it into the envelope and glued it shut.
"There; my ad is set!" He said, and he allowed a burst of less-than-evil laughter escape his mouth. Shego simply groaned in her usual manner, and went off to do her own thing.
"Here," Drakken grunted as he handed off the envelope to one of his burly henchmen. "Take that to the Kinko's around the corner and bring it back to me. I want forty copies." The henchman nodded and ran off out the door.
"Now…we wait." He said, and began to chuckle maliciously.
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"Ron, let it GO." Kim said, groaning.
"I CAN'T, KP, I just can't! That girl stole my naco! It is the crime of all crimes!" Ron replied, flailing his hands in the air like a mad man.
About an hour earlier in the infamous restaurant deemed 'Bueno Nacho', the couple had been enjoying a lunch off campus, attempting to make the short lunch break last. Neither of them wished to return to school for their end of the day classes, so they spoke about going back in dread. As they sat in the booth as they always did, it didn't take long for the large amount of food that Ron had ordered to catch the eye of a passerby.
She snuck forward, hopping over the booth seats, her eyes glued on the boy's food. She could feel hunger almost eating her from the inside out. She was glad that the red-haired girl who sat across from the freckle faced boy didn't notice her presence in the booth behind them.
The brunette sat in the booth, listening in to the couple's conversation. She fiddled with her hat, attempting to place it correctly and comfortable on her head before her quick heist. A deep breath prepared her and she gripped the seat. She had to be quick, and quick she was. Pushing off from the seat, she swung around, grasped the tray with copious amounts of food, and sped off.
"Hey!" Ron shouted, and took off after the naco thief, leaving his pink blob of a companion behind, as well as a befuddled and surprised Kim.
"Ron! Wait!" She shouted, and took off after him. The two ran after the strange girl out the double doors and out onto the street. A surprisingly fast runner, the girl put quite a distance between herself and the blonde boy who was flailing about as he ran after her.
"Oh jeez," she said, and quickened her pace as she realized that the red-head was gaining on her fast. She decided to shove the rest of the food in her mouth as she ran, though she knew she'd pay for it later. Rounding a corner, she disappeared.
Ron and Kim skidded to a stop and peeked around the corner. There was nothing but a few trash cans and what was more, a dead end. It perplexed the two as to how the girl escaped, when there was clearly no feasible way. In one of the trash cans, Kim got a glimpse of a small lizard rummaging through the garbage, but otherwise, she saw nothing.
"How did she..?" Ron said, looking around. Kim shrugged and turned to walk back to her car, which was parked in front of the restaurant.
"C'mon Ron, we have to get back to school. Barkin won't be happy if we're late." She said.
Ron simply looked at the trash can with contempt and followed Kim back to the car. He glared inwardly. Oh, how that naco thief would pay.
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With a groan, the trash can tipped, spilling out its contents. Along with them, a small lizard tumbled out, landing on its stomach. It groaned again.
"Not….worth it." It muttered, and rose to its clawed hind feet. Shaking off the dried banana peel that had been planted on its head, it made sure not one piece of garbage had stayed on its body. It dusted off the gravel from the fleshy flaps that protruded from its arms. In a swift flash, instead of the reptile, a girl stood in its place.
"Ugh. No more 'Nacos' for me, thanks." She said, and strolled out of the small alley. It wasn't often she had to steal food, but not eating in a day or so because of a lack of income made it difficult to keep herself satisfied.
Her name was Jacky, or Jack for short. A girl of fifteen, she found herself wandering the streets of Middleton, scraping for food and looking for a job. A few days earlier, an accidental two hour lunch break had cost her the previous job she held at a small movie theatre in lower Middleton. Needless to say, the loss of employment only hurt Jack's already low living standards. Now that she found herself without a place to call a shelter and no money whatsoever, she desperately searched the papers day in and day out for some kind of employment.
On this particular day, Jacky found herself strolling around Middleton, a bit at a loss of where to go after her encounter with the Naco man and his friend. Until she spied a traffic pole with a messily drawn poster taped to it. On the poster were scribbled the words "Want Ad!" in big, bold, messy letters. Below that were even more chicken scratches, stating the job.
Wanted: Assistant for a big job. Good runner, preferably strong, young and good with people.
Jacky gave an endearing grin. Finally! A job opening! The vague specifics somewhat piqued her curiosity, but that was no matter. She eyed the address on the bottom of the poster. Tearing off the flyer, she took off towards her so-called 'future'.
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To Be Continued…
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