Darev: Orignally intended to be a oneshot, I've decided to spread this story along two or three chapters. Possibly three but we'll see. In honor of Monkey Fist Appreciation Day, I wanted to pay homage to that eccentric monkey man we all know and love. Well, not all of us (don't particularly love him myself) but he's one of the few tough male villains in the show and dammit, we guys need to step up.

Thanks to VampireNaomi for her support in my other fics and for giving me the idea to begin with. I also needed this. Working on the same story for so long can be really tiring.

Kim Possible and all characters are a product of Disney and (in the words of Future Dr. D) blah-blah blahblahblahblahblah.

Monty, you've really hit an all-time low.

When Dr. Drakken came to him with the offer to join forces to capture the Tempus Simia, he had no delusions that everything would go smoothly or without incident. Naturally he expected Kim Possible's interference because, well, she was Kim Possible. Her existence demanded she make life difficult for those attempting to realize their destiny. To be honest, he hated her shambling, clumsy sidekick more than he hated her. He was the reason Monty was still trying to achieve his rightful status as Monkey Master while he, a poser, merely managed to steal some of the power—all of which rightfully belonged to him.

The plan seemed simple enough: uncover the Tempus Simia and use its power to shape the world in any way they saw fit. Monkey Fist once had the mystical item in his hands when he used it to go back to 3rd century Japan to bring back the ancient gorilla guardian which he assured himself would destroy Kim Possible. Why had he not just skip out on Drakken, his smart-mouthed female assistant, and that annoying Scotsman when he had the chance was beyond him. Perhaps a misplaced sense of honor which he thought he discarded years ago demanded he make good on his promise. He could have used the Tempus Simia and go off into the time stream, changing history as he saw fit.

He briefly mused on the idea of going to the exact point in time when Ron Stoppable arrived at his castle the night he attempted to infuse himself with the Mystical Monkey Power. By putting the boy out of his misery then, Monty would have become the greatest martial artist the world had ever seen and no one, not even that disrespectful red-haired teenager would have been able to stop him.

But then he realized that if they destroyed Possible and her friend in the past, there would be no one to foil his plans in the future; hence Monkey Fist did return with the gorilla guardian with the belief that it would remove these ulcers from his life once and for all.

His one opportunity to become the Monkey Master and he skewered it. What's worse he was now forced to share a cell with the two biggest idiots he had ever met.

"I want my lawyer!" Duff Killigan shouted, rattling the bars with his fat hands.

Drakken who was sulking on the bed, turned a resentful glare on the mad golfer's back. "Killigan, try to remember when we are. Your lawyer is probably just starting college. He won't even recognize you."

"Aye. But I need t' talk t' someone. Anyone. I was a victim of circumstance here."

At that, Drakken sat up straight. "A victim? You helped us try to take over the world by manipulating the time stream. That's guilty by association at the least."

"Ack, yer right." Duff hung his head in defeat. Then he perked up. "But wait. I don't have a police record yet. Maybe the judge will be lenient."

"I doubt that. Afterall all you were part of a scheme that nearly killed two teenagers and their preteen counterparts. I can guarantee you that won't go well in your defense."

"I didn't do it!" He pointed an accusing finger. "It was his fault."

Even without looking back, Monty knew he was pointing at him. The martial artist was looking out the one window in their cell. He imagined he looked quite pitiful from the other side. Just another monkey trapped in a zoo he did not ask to be in. He recalled how sad those poor simians appeared; their freedom taken away by a system that persecuted those society deemed less equal than others. Monkey Fist was no one's equal. He was their superior! He had the courage to do what few ever could. He had a destiny to fulfill. A destiny that could not be questioned let alone insulted. Least of all by some overweight pansy who enjoyed dressing in skirts.

"Are you insinuating that it was my fault we were captured?" Monty turned around, hands folded behind his back, his face as stoic as the bust of a statue.

"Twas your monkey statue that failed t' get rid of Kim Possible. And t' think I actually complimented you."

"First of all, it was a gorilla. Second, I need a compliment from you about as much as I need to listen to one of Drakken's hair-brained schemes at world domination."

"My schemes aren't hair-brained," Drakken complained.

"What is it with you and monkeys?" Killigan went on as if Drakken hadn't even said a word. "The darn things are smelly and they wreck up the place. What can ye possibly fine so appealin' about em?"

A dark shadow overcame Monty's face. "For one thing, I find their company infinitely more desirable than the two of you put together."

"What now?" Duff challenged.

"They are smart. Loyal. They respect the chain of command. But most of all," his voice lowered. "I know I can always rely on them in a pinch, which is more than I can say for you."

"Ye mean t' tell me that you think I'm an idiot?"

"If the shoe fits."

Killigan growled like some feral animal. He took two dangerous steps toward Monty who didn't seem unnerved in the least. Drakken cringed in his bed. He picked up a pillow to use as a flimsy shield. "Now let's not do anything we'll all regret," He chuckled nervously. "We're a team, remember?"

"Blast you and yer team, Dr. Drakken. This ape thinks he's better than the rest of us simply because he knows a few of them fancy kung-fu moves. Well I'm about to show em' it ain't the club that makes the golfer but the man behind the kilt."

"That doesn't even make sense," Monty pointed out.

"Of course not. I'm bloomin' mad, man. And I have you t' thank for it."

"Please try to breath downwind. There isn't enough ventilation in this cell to alleviate the rest of us from your foul breath."

Killigan rolled up his sleeves. "It ain't m' breath ye have to worry about, y' bleedin' Brit."

"Jealousy does not suit you, Scot."

"Grrrrr." Killigan took menacing steps toward Fist. The latter simply stood there though he shifted his genetically altered toes slightly to prepare himself. Monty may have had a hand in their incarceration, but he was still a skilled fighter. That Killigan even considered fighting him proved just how out of his mind he truly was.

Drakken backed away into the bed until his back hit the wall. He didn't want to be anywhere near those two when the fur started flying. And between a hairy golfer and a man who combined his DNA with that of an ape, there was sure to be plenty of that flying around.

A sudden gust kicked up as a portal appeared within the cell. The three men threw up their hands to cover their faces, more to shield them from the glare of the portal, which brightened up the dimly-lit cell, than for the wind. A slender figure with long dark hair with a white streak along the upper half entered. She was wearing a black and green suit that was remarkably similar to another vixen to which they all knew well, except this one seemed more formal. A flowing green cape completed her adornments, fluttering about as the portal stayed open.

When it closed, the trio lowered their hands. Drakken was the first to speak up once he recognized this new visitor for who she was. "Shego?" His eyes widened and a big smile came across his face. He leaped off the bed. "Shego!" Running towards her, arms spread. "I knew you wouldn't let m…." A gloved hand stopped him in his face, ceasing his advance.

"Yeah. Stop. See this?" She motioned to her body with her other hand. "Is off limits to those not better acquainted."

Drakken pulled back, eyeing her in bewilderment. "Acquainted? Shego, you and I worked together for almost five years. We're an evildoer team."

"Were an evildoer team. I've moved up the ladder, Dr. D. Left your rung behind a long time ago."

"Ladder?" He regarded Monkey Fist and Duff Killigan. "What ladder? What is she talking about? I don't see a ladder."

"She means she's no longer your sidekick," Monty clarified.

"Oh." Drakken scratched his head. "Wait. How can that be when you came to bust me out of prison? That's what evil sidekicks do. They spring their bosses from jail."

"I'm my own boss now. Just came here to offer you chumps a job."

"A job? Shego we have far too much work to do. Kim Possible is on our tail and if we want to break her spirit then it is time to move on to the next part of my brilliant plan." He rubbed his hands together excitedly.

"Which is?" A slender eyebrow curled up.

"We go into the future just as Kim Possible is about to start her first day of high school. We'll use my juvenator to pose as teenagers, sneak in, and humiliate her so much that her spirit will be broken once and for all."

A joint "agh" went up.

"What? What are you all unisoning for?"

"That's the same plan you we tried before and it failed. Miserably." Shego told him. "Didn't I tell you that breaking her spirit wouldn't be an issue if we just broke her? See this is why you never manage take over the world. It pays to learn from your mistakes. Take me for example." Shego reached behind her and pulled out an ancient artifact.

"Is that the…" Killigan began.

"…Tempus Simia," Monty finished.

Drakken's eyes beamed. "Ooh you have it! Great. Now…give it to me." Drakken's attempt at swiping it from her grasp succeeded in him falling to the floor as she sidestepped.

"Did I mention anything on my person is also off limits?"

Grumbling, Dr. Drakken turned himself around. Still on the floor he glared up at Shego who was smiling at him. "Shego, stop fooling around and give me t….uh….why is your hair white?" He stood up. "And what's with the new threads? Capes went out of style years ago."

"Uh-huh. Right along with trench coats."

"Classics never die."

"What he is trying to say is that you look different. Care to tell us where you've been since you mysteriously vanished after our last foray with Kim Possible?" Monty knew something was up the moment she arrived. There was something different about her. It wasn't the clothes or the attitude, but the way she carried herself. It was a look of absolute supremacy, as if nothing could touch her. All confidence aside, she was a brand new woman.

Glancing at him over her shoulder, she smiled. "Oh here and there."

"What about when?" He pressed.

"You were always the sharpest one of the bunch, Monty. Though that's not saying much with these two."

"Hey!" They said at once.

Shego strutted over to the bars. "I did what any super villainess would do if she had the ability to travel through time. Using the Tempus Simia I made it so that I would become the supreme ruler of Earth in the future." She looked at Drakken. "Which is where I got the new threads, by the way. Middleton. The U.S.A. The whole world is now my playground. Everyone pays homage to me." She turned around; her cape flew about her in dramatic fashion. "The Supreme One!"

Drakken wasn't buying it. "Please. You never wanted to take over the world. You only wanted to help me do it."

"And people say I have the ego. I only helped you because you were paying the dinero." She rubbed her thumb along her fingers—the universal gesture for money. "Honestly I didn't know why I hung out with you as long as I did. Maybe I was waiting for something. Maybe I had nothing else better to do. Or, and here's the kicker, I was just bidding my time waiting for the right opportunity." She held up the simian artifact to admire it. "Talk about knocking. It practically kicked down my door."

"You're not making sense, Shego!"

"Dr. D, please. Even you can't be that dense. I used the Time Monkey to take over the world. I rule the future, everyone worships me, and now I've come to break you morons out of prison."

"But why?" Monty dared to ask. "What reason could you have for wanting us at your side?"

"Aye. Monkey boy is right," Killigan received a glare from Monty which he missed. "What does a woman who have everything want with three jailbirds like us?"

"Isn't it obvious?" she said. When it was apparent it wasn't, she added, "I need lackeys."

"Lackeys?" Drakken repeated. "As in henchmen?"

"Lapdogs. Gophers. Whatever you want to call it. Let's face it. What good is it being the top dog if you don't have pups going around doing your ever whim?"

"You want us to serve you?" Monty asked, his voice a bit disbelieving. "That's preposterous."

"Beats sitting in jail."

"The green lass has a point."

A plasma blast nearly took off Killigan's head before he ducked. "That's Supreme One. I'm nobody's lass."

"Aye."

Monty felt a smile crease his face. "Give the girl the power to travel through time and she thinks she thinks she's earned the right to dictate orders." Shego turned on him, unflattered by the adjective. "I do believe you've let the Tempus Simia go to your head, my dear."

"Yeah. Like you and that monkey power of yours. Guess we have something in common."

The smile disappeared.

"No wait. Scratch that. We have nothing in common. You know why? Because I won!" She held up the artifact. "I did it. I am the master of the world. You aren't the master of anything…except fleas."

"Watch your tongue."

"Or what? You're going to pull some of that Ta Shing Pek Kuar garbage on me? Let me put it to you this way. If you couldn't defeat Kim Possible with that stuff, you do not stand a chance with me. Oh and by the way, I've had twenty years to perfect my training." She lit up a hand. "You don't want none of this."

"I daresay I do." Monty was gritting his teeth together. Who did this woman think she was talking to him like that? Such insolence deserved only one thing.

Luckily Drakken stepped in before any fisticuffs could be exchanged. "Now see here, Shego. You signed a contract and that means you work for me."

"What you mean this?" Shego reached behind her back again and pulled out a document. In the blink of an eye it went up in green flame.

Drakken gasped. "Shego!"

She let it drop. "Guess that makes me a free agent."

"I can't believe you did that."

"Oh puh-lease! I'm evil. I do what I want when I want. Besides, the Supreme One does not work for anyone but herself."

"But I thought we had an understanding."

"You want an understanding? Okay." She grabbed his collar and pulled him in to within an inch of her face. "Then understand this. I did NOT have to come back here. I could have just let left in the past and moved on with my life. Consider this a courtesy for the room and board. I don't owe you anything. I don't need anything from you. Everything I am I am because of me. Not you. Me. So stop talking like you pulled me out of a burning building on your back and nursed me back to health because you were nothing more than a paycheck." She threw him back. Drakken fell on his butt and looked up at her, whimpering.

Shego glared at Killigan. "And as for you." Shego stomped toward him. He held up his hands for fear that she might pummel him. Once in his face, Shego screamed, "I HATE SHEEP STEW! I didn't like when you told me about it. I didn't like it when you asked me to smell it. I sure as hell didn't like it when you forced me to eat it. I hate your clothes. I hate your accent. And for the love of God, take a damn bath!"

"It's a manly scent," he muttered.

"Ahhh!" Shego yelled at him and he fell down much like Drakken.

Finally, she turned on Monkey Fist who did not seem as ready to back down as the other two. "I take it you have something to say to me too."

"Sure do." She leaned her upper half over and scratched her sides. "Ooh-ooh, ah-ooh-ooh-ah." Imitating a monkey.

Fist was so taken aback he did not know what to say.

"Here's a rough translation. You are a freak. You're crazy. You're mentally unstable. Why any grown man would think it spiritual to imitate a monkey is beyond me. Let's face it, Fiske. Ron Stoppable kicked your ass. Ronald. Stoppable. The buffoon. The guy can barely keep his pants on straight but God Almighty he can mop the floor with Lord Montgomery Fiske."

"She does have a point there, laddie," Duff said as he stood up.

Then Drakken added, "For a guy who fancies himself the Monkey Master you don't seem to be able to handle one teenaged boy who's as much of a fluke as Kim Possible is obnoxious."

Shego smiled at Monty. "Hear that? You're not as good as you think you are."

"I am the Mystical Monkey Master."

"No you're not."

"Indeed."

"In theory, you mean. But we all know who the true monkey master is. And his name is Ron Stoppable."

"How dare you?"

"What? Did I hurt the chimp's feelings?"

Losing his composure, Monkey Fist balled his hands into fists. "I AM the Monkey Master! That boy was an accident. He foiled my plans when I could have been the greatest."

"Could have? Monty, you weren't half decent to begin with. I mean what's with those monkey ninja? Are you serious?" Shego stifled a chuckle. Then she laughed. "What a weirdo."

"Shut up!"

"Guy's a freaking millionaire and who does he hire to be his muscle? The cast of the Jungle Book. I mean come on!" She cracked up.

Drakken and Duff looked at each other—smiles slowly growing—and then joined in.

Fiske felt his anger growing. He could feel foam forming at his mouth.

"Okay, okay," Shego said through gasps. "Maybe that was a little too much." Then. "Ha! No it wasn't." She laughed even harder. The boys joined in.

"I will silence you all!" He launched into an attack, his open palm aimed directly for Shego's face. Before Duff or Drakken could even cry out in surprise he was sent flying back as a powerful blast from one of Shego's fists connected with his midsection. Monkey Fist hit the wall and slumped down. It was a full minute before he raised his head again, eyes groggy, body wracked in pain. "I…will…silence you…all." His voice came out in strained attempts to formulate sentences. Difficult as it was, he did manage to look Shego in the face. Her smirk remained burned into his memory and he wanted nothing more than to wipe it from her face forever.

"You're pathetic. I mean really."

She turned to face the others. "So. Who's ready to sign on with me? Show of hands."

Duff thought about it a moment. "Do I get t' have me choice of pars?"

"Duff old boy, when we get back, the British Isles are all yours."

That made him very happy. "Ye got yourself a deal, las," he stopped just as she grimaced. "Supreme One."

"Good. Drakken?"

The mad genius pouted like a five-year old. "But I don't want to be the sidekick."

"I don't want to be the sidekick." Shego imitated him in a baby voice. "Look I'm giving you a chance to get back at Possible. Don't think we won't see her again because we will. You can count on it."

"Wait a minute. If you're so powerful why don't you go back in time and stop her before she becomes a nuisance?"

"That's not the way I work, doc. Not anymore. Being in charge has helped me develop a taste for the finer things in life. I like to 'play with my food' sort of speak. Oh I will defeat Kimmie. But not the way you're thinking. I want to rub it in her smug little face. I want her to see that I did what no one else could. What she couldn't stop. That's why I want to be ready for so when that time comes I want to be there looking down at her, smile, and wave like this." She smiled and waved.

"Um…o-kay."

"Okay in that you agree with me or okay you'll come along?"

"Er…..the second one."

"Good. Now—wait, so that means you don't agree with me?"

Drakken sagged his shoulders. "Shego can we please just get out of here."

"Uh-huh. Not until you say it."

"Say what?" His eyes met hers and he understood. "Oh. Fine. Can we please get out of here………do I have to?"

"Yes."

"It's just that I've always known you as,"

"Say it!"

Drakken swallowed all of his pride in that one moment. God it tasted nasty. "Supreme One."

"Mmm, one more time."

"Supreme One," this time with a little more edge to his voice.

"Good boy." Now she turned to Monkey Fist who was just getting his second wind. "Last chance, Fiske. Me or the judge?"

"I will never submit to you."

"Pride goeth before the fall."

"Perhaps you should remember that."

"Be that way." She turned away from him.

"Yer not just going to leave him like that are ye?" Duff asked her. "He may be daft but he's still one of us."

"Never knew you had a sense of loyalty, Killigan. That will help you where we're going."

"It does seem kind of harsh, Sh—I mean Supreme One. I mean he could have just gone off with the Tempus Simia and leave us all stranded in the past but he came back anyway."

Don't remind me, Monty thought.

Shego began to think. "Can't argue with that. Tell you what." She turned to him. "If you ask me, I will forgive you. Go ahead. Ask if you can come along and serve me as your master for the rest of your days." She leaned toward him, ear raised. "I'm waiting."

"Never," he muttered.

"What was that?"

Fist looked up, rage filling his dark eyes until they were pools. "I said NEVER!"

Shego shuttered back. Her ear ringing. "Ouch." She regarded the others. "Well he made his choice. Let's leave him to suffer." Lifting up the Tempus Simia, she created a portal. "Next stop, the future."

Neither Duff nor Drakken moved.

"Are ye sure it's safe?" the mad golfer asked.

Rolling her emerald green eyes, Shego said, "Of course it's s….will you just get your fat ass in there?"

"Aye." Duff took a deep breath and went in.

Drakken paused to take one last look at Monkey Fist. He seemed to pity the man for some reason. There was no love lost between the two. They had never worked together prior to the Tempus Simia and knew each other only from reputation. Lord Montgomery Fiske. Heir to a vast family fortune. A noted archeologist and eccentric collector of all things simian. A footnote in his portfolio stated that he was a practioner of an ancient form of martial arts unknown to most of the world. Given his reputation for uncovering long-lost artifacts while surviving harrowing experiences in the countries he visited, Drakken felt he would make a fine addition to the team.

Seeing him brought down so quickly without so much as a last hurrah was almost sad. For the first time in many years, Dr. Drakken felt a pinch of sympathy for someone other than himself. But with villains, that never lasted too long.

"So long," he said, and disappeared through the portal.

Whether Monkey Fist heard him or not, the proud man did lift up his head. He wasn't looking at the portal though. Shego had not moved. She was still standing over him, gloating with her eyes. "What?" he spat.

"I swear you men are babies. Too proud to admit when you're wrong."

"This coming from a woman whose name rhymes with ego?"

"It's a moniker."

"That doesn't change the fact that you are the most arrogant individual I have ever met. Do you really believe yourself invincible? Your power comes from the Tempus Simia. It is an outside source. You do not wield true power. I on the other hand possess a magic so profound that it would make me a god among men. You could never understand how that feels." He snickered. "It's a wonder you feel anything at all."

"Are you done?"

"With you? Absolutely."

"Good." She knelt down so that they were face to face. "Because despite everything you've said to me, I am still going to help you out."

Unsure if he heard right, Monty's eyes widened. "What?"

"Yup. I am." Shego stood up and stepped away from him. "I'm going to teach you an important lesson." Reaching back a third time, Shego removed an object that at first appeared to be a child's toy but in reality was the crazy invention of an equally mad scientist.

Monty recognized it as soon as he saw it, but his mind was focused on something else. "Just how many things do you have back there?"

"Portable dimensional pockets. The future's a wonderful thing. You might get to see it if, when I return, you change your attitude."

"What are you…" He stopped when she activated the device. "No. Stop! Don't point that thing at me!"

Shego smiled. "Now be a good boy and hold still."

A brilliant display of light followed by Monty's scream and Shego was done. Admiring her work before heading for the portal, the Supreme One left without another word and the portal sealed shut.

Not a bad finish. Got to leave something for the next installment. Here's to Fiske hoping he'll give me a shot at next year's Fannies. Reviews are welcomed but not recquired (that last part is me being humble).