Chapter I: A Different Shade of Green

Kim felt the heavy rain saturate her battle-suit as she fell helplessly. A thousand thoughts raced her mind at that moment. It all happened so quickly; the stool, the fire, the loss of her friend and first lover… then, all at once, Kim Possible felt a great pain, causing her entire body to grow numb in an instant. Kim lay spread across the asphalt staring up twenty five stories at her culprit. Then it was lights out.

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"AHH!" Kim awoke in a cold sweat, panting wildly!

She looked around her room, them down at her own hands. Kim realized that it was a dream…

"Just a dream." She told herself.

Kim slammed her head back into her pillow, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. It had all seemed so vivid, so real. She breathed heavily, deciding it best not to mention her dream to Ron, who was superstitious and had the tendency to over exaggerate.

"Wakey wakey, Nacos and Bakey!!" Ron sat by Kim in at booth table.

They were at Bueno Nacho eating breakfast-Nacos, their before school tradition.

"What's wrong, turtle-muffin?" he asked.

"I dunno, have you ever- wait; did you just call me 'turtle muffin?!" her face scrunched in confusion, "Anyway, have you ever, yanno, like dreamt something so real that you were scared it might come true?"

"Like being pinned under a heap of drooling rabid monkeys?"

"Yes! Good, now picture that dream again, only it's so real that…"

"Kim..."

"Yea?"

"IT WAS REAL!!!" Ron echoed throughout the restaurant.

Kim recalled the sitch on Jump City Beach a year prior where Ron had been attacked by Monkey Fist's furry ninja minions. "You're right, Ron."

Ron lifted a brow and lowered his jaw, "You are aware of what you just said, right?"

"Of course I do, I'm saying you're right. I can't let a little nightmare work me up. Why sweat the little things?"

"LITTLE THINGS?! They drooled on me, Kim! Drooooled!"

Kim no longer had an appetite for her breakfast-Naco.

Senior Mansion, Spain:

"But Father! You can't remarry now! Where will all of our fortune go?!" cried Junior.

"Our fortune? I have earned this money with my own two hands! Junior, I love this woman and she loves me. The doctor said that it won't be long before my condition takes over. Don't you wish your father to leave this world in peace, my son?"

Junior's eyes began to well. He ran out of the room sobbing.

"Senior, your mistress is here." announced the nurse.

"Ah, bring her in. Nothing sooths an old man's bones like the sight of a woman." he replied.

From the door entered Shego with doey eyes and a convincing smile.

"How's my hansom stallion?" she asked the old Spaniard as she kissed him on his leathery cheek.

"Wonderful, darling, simply wonderful!"

Shego cleared her throat and presented Senior with a small stack of papers, "I couldn't bare the thought of you leaving us with all of your belonging in question. Just sign on the lines that I've highlighted for you, baby, and I'll see to it that the Senior fortune, your life's crowning achievement, doesn't lay to waste."

"Uh, Nurse, please hand me my glasses. They're on the night-stand." Senior requested.

Shego slammed her fist on the nightstand before the nurse could reach the glasses, "Hun, you don't need those silly old things. Just sign where it's highlighted. You trust me, right?" she obligated.

"Of course I do, darling. I should never have second-guessed you." Senior said apologetically.

As he signed the papers blindly, the nurse shot a worried glance at Shego. Shego stared daggers at the woman, silencing her with intimidation. Señor Senior Sr. finalized the papers and handed them to his lover.

"Thank you, dearest. I can hardly bare it to see you lying there so feebly in bed." a tear escaped Shego, rolling down her cheek.

"There there, honey. Take one of my cards and go buy you something nice to take your mind off of things." Senior smiled weakly.

"If you really think that will help… I suppose I could. There is this priceless book that would make an absolutely stunning addition to the library!"

"Well there you have it! Don't let an old geezer like me slow you down." he said with a forced laugh.

Shego ran over to him, kissing him on the lips, "You're a wonderful man, Señor."

Shego withdrew one of Senior's many credit cards and left through the door, masking a cheshire smile.

Middleton:

Kim and Ron hopped in her purple stylish car and drove out of the Middleton High School student parking lot. Kim rested one hand on Ron's leg as she drove with the other.

"Still thinking about that dream?" asked the boyfriend.

"So not the drama. I'm not going to worry over some silly dream."

"A Boo-ya on that one!" Ron agreed.

"Want to run by Bueno Nacho?" she suggested.

"Like you have to ask!"

A monitor pulled from the middle of her car. It was Wade.

"Hey Kim."

"What's the sitch, Wade? A new hit on the site?"

"Not quite. Remember the Anubis Script? "

"Now could I not?"

"You're not going to like this…" Wade warned.

"Continue…"

"After all that you went through to put Anubis' book of the dead back in the Jump City Museum, an anonymous buyer just purchased the script right out."

"Hold the Kimmunicator, someone bought the Anubis Script after it nearly caused the end of the world?!"

Wade nodded his head solemnly. "Nobody can prove that the script was the cause. You've read about it yourself, in Jump City there are super villains capable of just about anything, including necromancing."

"Wade, can you find me the name of the anonymous buyer?"

"It's tricky business following the financial path of a nameless consumer, Kim."

"Are you telling me it can't be done?"

"Already did it." Wade smiled triumphantly, as if the whole time he had been waiting to say that. "If this name doesn't ring a bell then I don't know whose will…"

"Donald Trump?" Ron guessed.

"Or not. Try Señor Senior Sr." Kim said surely over Ron's gag.

"Right, but be careful Kim. He actually bought this artifact, as in its legal."

"That's exactly what worries me. Since when does Senior buy what he can steal? Wade, keep an eye on his purchase record, please and thank you."

"You bet."

She switched off her car monitor

"You know, maybe Señor Senior Sr. just turned over a new leaf." Ron shrugged.

They both shared a good long laugh.

Senior Mansion, Spain:

"Hey sweetpea, I have a favor to ask." Shego looked innocently at the withered man.

"Speak, my beloved." Senior said in a low smoky voice.

"I keep hearing about this new archeological discovery, the Carpeter's Stool and-"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, you may buy it if you so desire."

"Are you sure? It won't come be cheap, I mean it was carved by-"

"Shego, we are kindred spirits. As our souls merge, your wants become. If you want it, then I want it for you." He closed his eyes and smiled.

"You truly are a blessing." Shego said, caressing the wrinkled skin of Senior's fragile hands in hers.

Everything was falling into place.

Middleton High School:

Ron and Kim walked to the parking lot, passing the school welcoming sign which read 'Detention: Sure to Cure your Senioritis.'

"You know, KP, senior prom is just around the corner."

"Of course I know, Ron. You remind me at least five a day." She giggled.

"Just making sure, I mean… you're cool going with me?"

"Cooler then Bueller." She gave a warm smile.

"Most geeks end up with nothing but a stack of comic books, a knowledge for useless gaming strategies, and a cheesy haircut. But I'm different, I have you."

Kim lifted a brow.

"Ok, so I have a stack of comic books, knowledge for useless gaming strategies, a cheesy haircut, and you, but I still have you and that counts for something!"

Kim ran her fingers through his hair, stirring it wildly.

"Your hair cut is just fine, hop in."

They both got in her car and not a second sooner did Wade interrupt.

"Kim, big news!"

"You're pregnant?" she asked with facetious excitement.

"Funny. This is serious, I'll patch through the live newsfeed..."

Live news streamed through Kim's video monitor, "It appears that world renowned archeologist, Dirk Malonie, has just forfeited the most prized artifact every known, the Carpenter's Stool, a wooden stool said to have been crafted by Jesus Christ himself! I am here with him now. Malonie, what could possessed you to hand off such a priceless piece of history?"

"Money, what else?"

"Money, you say? Isn't it true, however, that you have denied countless other museums and individuals of trying to buy this very stool?"

"This is true, but never has anyone offered such an uncompromising amount."

"There you have it, folks. This is April O'Neal, channel 6 news."

Kim looked at Ron who looked at her, "Senior."

"How'd you know?" Wade asked.

"Luckly guess. How much of his fortune did he drop on this one?"

Wade was looking at the figures on his own computer with a look of astonishment, "...trust me, you don't want to know."

"I don't see why it's such a big deal anyway. It's just a stool." added Ron.

"Yea, just the stool of Jesus Christ." Wade said with sarcasm.

"Bogus." Ron crossed his arms and looked out the window.

That's when Wade remembered Ron's Jewish heritage. He dropped the argument then and there.

"I have a hard time believing that anyone can prove it was constructed by Jesus Christ and even so, what benefit would an ancient wooden stool have for anybody other then serious collectors?"

"The dig site where Malonie found this is where historians estimate Jesus would have lived during his days of adolescence. That usually wouldn't indicate much, but Jesus carved his name on one of the stool's inner legs. That's all archeologist have to work with for now but, whether or not this can be proven, the media is throwing out the red carpet. There is no reason to believe that it hold any mystic power, but to own the ultimate artifact gives you the ultimate power."

"Power as in…?"

"Controversy is everywhere, Christian or not. Wars are started over this kind of stuff, Kim. We need to be on the look out."

"Looks like I'll be paying Señor Senior Sr. a little visit. Set me up a flight, Wade. We leave tonight."

Senior Mansion, Spain:

Kim followed the layout of the mansion that Wade sent her.

"Ron, the directions lead to that window." She looked up at a window in the highest tower of the immaculate castle-like mansion.

"Yea, let me just grow a pair of wings and fly right up." Ron said in a cynical tone.

"I think it's time you grow a pair of something else." she sternly suggested, "Wade put two pairs of suction-gloves in your backpack, now come on."

The window creaked as Kim cautiously pushed it in. The room was shrouded in darkness. It reminded her of Castle England, dark and abandoned. She was puzzled to find that not only was Wade wrong about this being Señor Senior Sr.'s bedroom, but he neglected to mention that Senior was entertaining a lady guest. The room was pained a vibrant shade of green with black marble flooring and bed sheets to match. On a night stand, there was a variety of nail polishes and a sudoku book.

Ron wasn't impressed, "I never understood the whole Sudoku craze. What kind of sick minded weirdo does math for fun?!"

Kim dialed Wade, "Does this look like the bed room of a Senior to you?"

"Well, Junior does have rather nice nails so I wouldn't out it past him."

"Couldn't you have sent one of your little microscopic robot surveillance thingies ahead of time?" Kim was running out of patience.

"I can't do everything, some of us have a life you know." Wade replied.

Kim stared at Wade skeptically.

"I'm a level 59 druid on EverLot, thank you, and my fairy-enhanced 'blade of a hundred enchantments' could pwn you any day of the week!"

"I don't speak your language, I'll get back to you when I brush up on my geek-speak."

"LOOK OUT, KP!" shouted Ron.

Just then the tower door flew open. There stood Kim's mean green nemesis.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were here to tuck me in." Shego said.

"Turn you in' is more like it." Kim replied.

"Very cute, Kimmy, but you got nothing on me."

"What are you doing here, Shego!"

"Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing. You see, the irony is, I live here now. This is my room, that is my bed, and that would make you a trespasser in MY mansion."

"Aw man, did Wade send us to the wrong evil lair?" whined Ron.

"No, this isn't right. This is Senior's mansion!" Kim was sure of herself

"Very good. Now go on…"

"If Señor Senior Sr. owns this mansion, then it can't possible be yours unless…" Kim was horror-stricken.

"Right on the money, dollface. Señor Senior Sr. is my new hubby! That makes me co-owner of this property and unless you and that buffoon boyfriend of yours don't leave right now, you're both jail-bait!"

"What about Drakken?" Kim asked.

"Drakken? You put him in jail remember, or have you forgotten already?" said Shego refering to the event on Jump City Beach over a year ago.

"I turned in both Drakken and Mad Mod, but you are just as guilty as they are!"

"But here's the beauty; there isn't any evidence linking me to the crime!" Shego smiled. "Don't act so surprised. You simply aren't 'the girl who can do anything' anymore."

"I'll get down to the bottom of this, Shego, you can count on that!"

"Shego? It's Señorita Shego Senior now, Princess. And yes, you will get down to the bottom of this. You can start by taking the stairs."

Following her words, two security guards entered the room from the door and seized Kim and Ron.

"Show them the exit, boys." Shego said, "Oh and Kimmy, step foot on my property again and you'll find yourself sharing a cell with DNAmy."

The duo was forcefully ejected from the Mansion.

"Can you believe that?!" Ron yelled.

"Yes, and this is exactly why we can't afford to give in now. Whatever it is that they are up to has to be stopped!"

"No, I was talking about Shego dating Senior! What's Spanish for 'sick and wrong?"

Kim released a heavy sigh.

The next morning Shego sat up from her bed and stretched her arms. She wore a green and black swirled night-gown and had her jet black hair pinned up in rollers. She descended the steps of her tower and walked down the hallway. To her left, a nurse greeted her and opened a door to Señor Senior Sr.'s domain. Shego was outraged as she laid eyes on the very same teenager that she banished the night before!

"Alright brat, you've officially worn out your welcome!" Shego's hands burst with green energy.

"Calm yourself, my wife. I wish to hear the girl speak." Senior said.

"But in your state of rest, I can't let you be bothered by-"

"We are only exchanging words. I will be fine." He assured her.

Shego would give anything to plug Kim's mouth with a fist of plasma, but she couldn't let this get to her. Not yet.

"Hehe, nice hair!" Ron giggled, looking at Shego's rollers.

Shego left the room, slamming the door behind her. Kim didn't seem bothered by Shego, but rather the sitch all togather. All around her was signs of death. It was a hospital room with nurses and everything with one of her oldest rivals as the center piece. Senior looked old, older then ever before. He was hooked up to a nasal-injected respirator with IVs pinched into him all over. Kim related his appearance to a marionette puppet, and she knew then and there who was pulling the strings.

"Senior, I know we've had our… differences." She began.

"Yea like that 'We hate you, you hate us' kind of difference." Ron added.

"Not helping, Ron." Kim said under her breath. "Shego is draining your entire fortune!"

"Then let her! I love her and she loves me, if money makes her happy, than why shouldn't she spend it? It's not like I can spend it from in here. All the money in the world couldn't help my condition"

Kim sighed, "Look, Senior, I know you mean well here but this is Shego we're talking about"

"I know very well who you are talking about, child." His tone became more grim. He began to wheeze, "I trust in this woman as any husband should."

"But she's only using you! Can't you see that?!" Kim tried her best to convince him.

"Silence!" he demanded, "I will hear no more of it. You are dismissed!"

"But if you'll only hear m-"

"Dismissed, I say!"

Kim and Ron took each other by the hand and walked towards the door hearing only heavy breathing behind them. They let him be.