Disclaimer: Kim Possible is property of Disney. Lyrics excerpted from FutureSex/Lovesound by Justin Timberlake. A fan fiction by Six String Samurai.

Make me Believe

Chapter Two

"-- all I need is a moment alone / To give you my tone / And put you out of control / And after you let it in / We'll be skin to skin / It's just so natural / Wait a second / She's hopped up on me / I've got her in my zone / Her body's pressed up on me / I think she's ready to blow / Must be my future sex love sound / And when it goes down / Baby all you gotta do is--"

Shego popped the CD out of the dash and cut the ignition. God, she loved this album…it fit the mood she'd been in all day, despite the headache Drakken had made of himself over the past weekend. Or maybe because of it. After all, tonight she would have a good chance to put her own plans into action. The thief couldn't help but grin as she pocketed her keys and got out of the car.

Flipping open her sunglasses, the pale woman slipped them on and gave herself a once over in the side view mirror. Yes, someone was smoking today, that was for sure.

Oh, she had a good feeling about this.

Part of it was due to the fact that she'd run into Kimmie not once, but twice since the mess Doctor D. had made at Karaoke Night. Two times in less than five days…must be some kind of record, or a sign, especially since Shego hadn't been doing anything illegal on either occasion. While the first had been a little embarrassing, the second hadn't been too out of the ordinary, considering the circumstances.

The first time, the pale woman had been under the impression that it was supposed to be a normal night off on the town, until Drakken sprung his surprise plan on her. It was pretty stupid, not even counting the fact that the blue dork admitted it was all completely last minute inspiration. Create an army of mindless slaves using the power of his altered Karaoke mic. Beyond lame, and plus she thought they'd already tried it.

It had taken a supreme amount of willpower not to shove the mic down his throat when he tried to go through with it even after Shego turned it down. The dolt hadn't even given her anything to counteract the effects of the mic. When she realized that, it had been a little too late and she'd been forced to go along with the rest of the club members in a ridiculous rendition of the 'Zombie Dance,' at Drakken's whim, just because he thought it was a requirement for his new horde.

In hindsight, as much as she was loathe to admit, they'd actually done a pretty good job. Two things she did not like, however, were that the effects of the microphone had been similar to being Mind Chipped, and everyone was forced to obey Drakken's commands while still fully aware of the stupid things he started telling them to do, that and everyone's favorite teen hero showed up just in time to catch Shego leading the horde in an encore performance.

Honestly, that was the last time she would be letting Drakken near the bar while she was anywhere in the vicinity.

Thankfully, once Kimmie understood that Shego wasn't actually involved in Drakken's scheme this time, the redhead had let her alone, dragging a soused Drew Lipsky off to prison by one of his blue ears. Of course, Shego couldn't just let her boss stay locked up. Not too long anyway, not after he'd started docking each day he spent in jail out of her vacation time as an incentive.

So, she'd left him in there overnight and all of Saturday. Losing a day was worth it to watch him groan and whine through his cell window for making her do that stupid dance.

But, if there was one thing Drakken knew how to do successfully, it was bounce back from defeat. Locking himself in his lab all day Sunday, he'd told her that this time, his plan was Possible-proof. Shego could only roll her eyes, figuring she could get a little shopping out of the way since he wouldn't be needing her around, not when he'd holed himself up. Besides, she had her cell on her, and if he wanted something, chances are she'd have to go out to get it anyway. It was easier to just kill two birds with one stone.

Off to the mall it was.

She'd heard about an early morning sale at Club Banana, and if she hurried she could avoid the Church-going crowd if she got there as the mall opened.

Apparently, the thief wasn't the only one with that idea, and she found out there was already a line forming out in front of the Club Banana doors. She'd gotten there early enough to be seventh from the front, and apparently just in time to beat a crowd of giggling high-school girls that bunched up the rear of the line a few people behind her. Girls that wouldn't shut up for two seconds.

As she stood there, stewing in silence, she fought down the urge to turn around and tell them where they could stick it if they didn't zip it. Then the talk turned from the clothes they were hoping to find, to a group of boys that passed by, heading to the food court. It turned out that the girl just behind her recognized two of the guys and waved them over. They didn't disappoint and the talk turned into something about an upcoming football game on Friday night.

"Tara, you up for some extra practice after school tomorrow? I think Bonnie has a new routine she wanted to try out," one of the voices piped up.

"Yeah, sure! Did she say what it was," the girl Shego could now unfortunately identify as 'Tara,' replied a little too enthusiastically for the raven haired woman's taste. "I bet it'll totally rock!"

Lame-o.

Shego realized that the girls were cheerleaders as the conversation droned on, interspersed with more stupid comments from the boys that had joined in. So, all of them were from Middleton High. That bugged her for some reason. Cheerleaders, hmm. Kimmie was on the cheer squad. But, she hadn't heard the redhead's distinctive voice among the other girls, and Pumpkin wasn't exactly a wallflower, which meant that Shego had probably just lucked out.

The pale woman let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding as relief washed over her. Meeting her rival here would have been just a little on the wrong side of awkward.

"Hey Kim! Over here! We saved you a spot," one of the girls yelled out past the growing crowd.

Shit. Maybe the redhead wouldn't spot her. Hello! Shego was less than ten feet from the rest of the cheerleaders!

The thief glanced down at her outfit, the khaki Capri's she was sporting along with a lime green v-neck shirt was different enough from her normal attire that it could work. Then she looked at all her exposed skin. Yeah, Kimmie wouldn't notice a thing. Right, and Shego owned beachfront property in Arizona.

"Open the doors, just hurry and open the doors," she repeated the mantra in her head. If she could hurry and get in, it would be easy to disappear among the racks, especially with how many people were going to be flooding the store. It was either that or leave her spot and get lost in the crowd of mall goers.

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A/N: I dug this out of the scrap heap, mostly because I don't have too much interest in trying to finish this story. But, as least you all can see that it was going nowhere fast. So, feel free to milk whatever enjoyment you can out of this garbage.

If anyone has a fresh idea for a better follow up to the first part, send it my way, and I'll see what I can do.