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Every Bond You Break

The police circled the pair, guns pointed at Shego and feeling foolish because the thief was unarmed and any shot risked injuring Kim. On the other hand, they had just seen Shego do serious damage to a building in her frantic rush to get out and they felt the need of extra caution.

"What was only supposed to affect me?" Kim demanded. "Some kind of fear ray?"

"Not exactly," Shego agreed, "but close enough. Fear, paranoia, anxiety, whatever else you got - it's there."

"Why?"

"Notice that when we're close together - no problem?"

Kim rolled her eyes, "Well, Duh."

"Yeah, well Drakken figured you'd either bust me out to keep from losing your mind - and then I'd bust him out - or they'd have to let me walk because they can't risk the mental health of Middleton's resident hero - and I'd bust him out."

"Back up, losing my mind?"

Shego shuddered, "Don't know what was going on in your head just now, but I know what was going on in mine." Kim grimaced at the memory.

One of the police officers spoke up, "Uh, what's going on?"

"Kim and I are going back into the jail and talking with Doctor D. And if I don't like his answers I'm going to rip him in half." The angry woman spun around and marched towards the police station, the officers parted like the Red Sea when Moses led the Israelites through.

Kim, unsure what had happened and hoping for better control now that she understood Drakken's plan, stood still. Shego got about six meters, around twenty feet, and Kim began to feel slightly anxious. As the older woman got further away Kim's fears grew worse. Shego got about sixty feet away before she stopped and came back, "Move it, Princess, unless you enjoy being stuck with me better than I like being stuck with you."

"No."

"You like this?"

"No, but I don't want you hurting him."

"Trust me, Princess, I won't need to hurt him. One good threat and he'll cave in."

Kim hesitated, "Let me think about this."

"Now," Shego insisted and headed back towards the jail.

The police had gathered a clue from the women's conversation and wanted to see how it would play out. Kim had no intention of moving, but the fear grew as Shego moved away. It appeared to be a test of wills, and at the moment Shego's desire to question Drakken was much stronger than Kim's desire to resist. "And I do want to know what happened," Kim told herself as she followed the green woman.

Ron pulled into the parking lot before Kim reached the jail. Kim stopped abruptly, forcing Shego to pause, "Okay, Pumpkin, what's the problem now?"

"Let me talk to Ron." The green woman's face looked exasperated as Kim called, "Call my mom, ask her to come down to the jail."

"Your Mom?" an officer asked

"She's a doctor."

Then Shego plunged ahead and Kim followed with the police escort.

"Where's Drakken's cell?" Shego growled at one of the policemen.

"I don't think I should--"

She grabbed him by the front of his uniform, "I said, where's Drakken?"

The green woman was not so angry that she lost track of everything else. From the corner of her eye she noticed the police circling her, with pepper spray canisters pointed in her direction.

"Unless you enjoy a face full of pepper spray you should let him go," Kim suggested. "The police are your friends."

"They're not my friends."

"Well, they're mine." Kim turned to the officers, "I'd like to find out what Drakken did to me."

"We'd like to help you, Kim, but," the officer jerked his head in Shego's direction, "someone seems a little dangerous."

"Dangerous? You want dangerous?" Shego snarled.

"Keep the pepper spray out," Kim suggested. "I don't think she wants to hurt him. We just want him to stop this… Whatever it is."

The police led the women to the holding cells. A handful of prisoners in the various cells moved to the bars to see the source of the commotion. Drakken responded by trying to hide under his bunk. He had heard the earlier chaos and guessed its source, which meant that…

"Drakken, come out from there," Shego roared. "Stand up, you yellow dog."

"Oh, Shego, I was, um, looking for a quarter that fell out of my pocket."

"We empty--" a policeman began.

"I know that!" Shego snapped at the officer, then turned back to Drakken. "You knew that ray would effect me too! Why didn't you tell me the truth!"

"I, ah, did tell you the truth. I told you there was a slight chance that the ray would affect you also, you do remember that."

"Yeah, you said slight chance. So you're telling me this is like a one in a million fluke?"

Drakken appeared a little frightened as he said, "Actually the chances were about one in five."

"There was a twenty percent chance it would affect me and you didn't tell me?"

"Nineteen percent, actually, and... It, uh, was an eighty-one percent chance it would affect you, with a nineteen percent chance it wouldn't. I was, uh, hoping that it would be the nineteen percent that happened."

Green plasma began to crackle around Shego, "I'm going to kill you," she threatened. Drakken backed as far away as he could, knowing it wasn't far enough. "You've really done it this time, I'm going to make you wish--"

Kim didn't hear any more. She knew she had to stop Shego, so she took off running - away from the green woman. The anxieties began, then the fear, but Kim ran. Behind her Shego suffered a panic attack and turned around, frantically looking for Kim. She saw the redhead's back disappear down a long hallway and took off in pursuit.

The redhead skidded to a stop in front on an emergency door that warned, "Alarm will sound if door opened." Kim didn't plan to use the door, but appreciated having it at her back. A couple seconds later Shego arrived.

"Don't do that," Shego warned.

"Save Drakken's life?"

"No, don't leave me." Shego's jaw dropped open in amazement, unable to believe her own words. Kim burst into laughter at Shego's expression, and a second later Shego joined her. They regained their composure as the police arrived.

"What's going on?" Officer Hobble asked.

"Can you prepare adjoining cells for Shego and me," Kim requested. "Drakken hit us with something that requires we stay close. The good news is, as long you're holding me she can't escape."

Forty minutes later an angry auburn-haired woman arrived at police headquarters. "Where is my daughter?" she demanded.

"Your daughter?"

"My name is Dr. Anne Possible. I received a call from my daughter's best friend saying--"

"Dr. Possible? Kim's mother?"

"Yes, where is my daughter?"

"She's in a cell."

"In a cell? Why is she in jail? I demand you bring her out, immediately."

"She requested we put her in a cell, and we can't bring her out."

"You can't bring her out?"

"No Ma'am."

"We'll see about that. I called Judge Richardson. He's on his way here."

"We can't bring Kim out, but would you like to go back and see her?"

"You still haven't told me why you can't bring her out. What has Kim been charged with?"

"She hasn't been charged with anything, Ma'am. Now, if you want to--"

The arrival of the judge, looking very non-judicial in blue jeans and a sweatshirt, ended the conversation.

"What's going on, Anne?"

"I don't know Tom, the police won't tell me anything."

"I'm trying, Sir," the officer told the judge. "But she won't listen."

"Well, what has she been charged with?" the judge asked the desk sergeant.

"Nothing," Anne snapped, "and they won't bring her out to talk with me."

The judge turned a baleful eye on the policeman, "I'm trying to explain, Sir. You and Dr. Possible are welcome to come back and see Kim. But she can't come out."

"And why is that?"

The desk sergeant sighed, "It will make better sense if you talk with her yourselves."

A female officer took the pair back to the women's cells. She pointed to a cell with an open door and Anne looked in. The brand-new sheets on the bunk were non-regulation. While Kim lounged on the bunk the jail matron adjusted a small television set to find a good angle for Kim to use while watching.

"Kim!"

"Mom!"

"Keep it down," Shego growled from the next cell: one without the special linens, television, or the bag of Milano cookies an officer had sent back.

"Why are you here?"

Kim finished her tale with, "…and that's why I need to stay here. Shego and I can't get separated from each other without major panic attacks."

"I don't want you in jail," Anne told her daughter. She turned to the judge, "What are the options?"

"Kim's right, she can stay here. Or… I don't like making the suggestion, Shego is dangerous, but releasing her on bail seems the only way to get Kim out of jail. And that would require you keeping Shego in your home so that she and Kim could remain close."

Anne though for a minute, "I'd rather have Kim home. Shego has stayed with us before."

"Well, Middleton certainly owes her for saving the Fourth of July parade last year," the judge began.

"It was no big," Kim claimed. "Anyone could have figured out that the Marching Minutemen needed to march in front of the Shady Vale Equestrian Club instead of behind them."

A medium-sized argument erupted at the Possible home. It was late when the women arrived home and Kim wanted to go to bed immediately. The guest room was far enough away from Kim's room to cause both women enough minor anxiety to interfere with sleep. James Possible couldn't locate the folding cot in the basement. Anne offered Shego a sleeping bag in Kim's room, and the green woman countered that the Geneva Convention required they provide her with a place to sleep at least equal to the bunk in her cell - a standard the sleeping bag failed to meet.

Anne pointed out that the Geneva Convention did not apply to being out on bail.

"I want the bed," Shego declared firmly. "Or you can take me back to jail."

"It's my bed!" Kim protested.

"Want to share?"

Kim slept in the sleeping bag on the floor. Shego had been correct - it wasn't as comfortable as the bunk in the cell.