O.K, usual disclamer: I wish owned Kim Possible.. but I don't. I am also poor so don't sue me. Some of these characters are mine but if you wish to use them I'm O.K with it as long as you give a shout.
GREENLAND BABY: PROLOGUE
The single engine plane rocked violently as another icy crosswind bashed it. Curled up in the back seat, her arms wrapped tightly around her legs, the little girl cried. Her mother was screaming while her new daddy let out a string of curses.
"I thought you knew how to fly!" yelled the raven haired woman, her emerald eyes flashing.
"I could do it a lot better if, Emma, you would SHUT UP AND LET ME THINK!!"
It was supposed to be a family outing. He had vested intrests in the western oil Fields that had come good, leaving him a multi-millionaire. He had brought the two of them up to see the Eskimos at Qeeneek and wanted to fly them their in his new plane.
A low pressure pocket caused it to drop like a rock for a few seconds before slamming back into the winds, tossing sideways and rolling. Red lights lit up all across the dashboard as the wings shuddered, groaned.. and fractured. The little girl ripped off her bright yellow parker and wrapped it round her head and knees, desperate to block out the noises. They started yelling again, the packed lunches flew loose and her coco-mug shattered.
"YOU STUPID STUPID STUPID AAAAARRRGH!!" Her mommy had gone insane and was now beating 'daddy' with her parachute, swinging it over her head like a club. Ignoring her as best he could, he strained at the unresponsive controls. "Almost there, almost there," he gritted his teeth, "just a little.." The tail whipped back around to the left, slapped the wind and righted. "VICTORY!" he shouted and hauled back on the stick.
Forced to stop by the sudden G-Forces, the woman came to her senses. Parachute still held overhead, she relaxed a little. "I.. I'm sorry Hector, I was scared." As the plane leveled out, he turned to make his own apology. He never got the chance. They hit the bluff of frozen ice dead-center, just below the propeller. Instantly the nose crumpled, forcing shockwaves through the sides of the chassis, crushing the cockpit and shattering the fractured wings. Never meant for a child, the rear restraints lost hold of the girl and she shot forward like a cannonball, still in fetal position. She slammed into the parachute, crashed through the windscreen, flew for 30 metres before slapping onto the snow like a skipping stone. As her unconscious body rolled to a stop, the wreck ignited, sending flames high into the howling winds.
KPKPKPKPKPKPKPKPKPKPKPKPKPKPKPKP - inspired by NoDrogs, might as well show it :)
"You two"
Minions #34 and #17 jumped, fear on their faces. "We' jus' w-w-w-warming our frickin' fingers!" chattered #17, shivering. "I's b-b-b-bloody freezin miss! Jus' give us a-a-a-a minute pleeeaaase"
The loading dock lit a dangerous shade of green for a moment, reminding the two that there was a third option.
"Just stop bitching and get back to work, Dr Drakken wants these crates loaded by sunset." When they did so, Shego turned and walked calmly back inside.
The moment she was out of sight, she burst into a sprint to her cabin, flipped the heaters on max and wrapped herself in blankets. "Damn stupid Drakken. Arizona, fine. Nigeria, no problem. Tasmania, why not? But Greenland! Why the hell Greenland?!" She pumped her arms vigorously, trying to warm them.
Her comm beeped. "Yes?" she snapped, still pissed of at the world in general. It was Dr Drakken. Shego briefly wondered if he had heard her. "Shego, my sensors just picked up a strong heat signal not too far away," he sounded panicked, "it might be .. Them." She weighed it up. If it was Team Possible, little Kimmie was freezing her ass off too and fighting her would no doubt warm Shego up.
She pictured it, the younger readhead wrapped in layer upon layer of fur, waddling across the snow, and immediately cheered up. "Very well Dr Drakken. I'll check it out."