Chapter 6 - To Render Them Redoubted
"You'd be surprised what won't break your ribs after years of impact training," Kim said. "You just need a few years of conditioning."
Ron winced from one of the jet's rear seats. "But my ribs aren't broken! They're just… mildly tenderized."
Rufus whined and patted Ron's side.
Ron winced. "Ah-ah!"
Ron pulled back and Rufus seemed to cringe.
"It's alright, buddy," Ron said, easing back down. "Just a little bruised."
"Very bruised," Kim said. "How were you even moving around after that fight? You'll be lucky if you can move without pain in a week, much less go on missions. So, again, no, you're not coming with us."
Ron sighed. "Fine. But after the mission, we're making a run to Bueno Nacho! Wade checked: 17 intact and open locations in Turkey and all certified halal!"
"Deal," Kim said.
Ron bent down and picked up his back pack. "Look, I brought you a few things. Since the battle suit's out of commission, I guess it's a good thing I did."
Out of the pack, he pulled some black pants, a purple shirt, and a pair of black shoes.
"My mission gear!" Kim said.
"The very latest," Ron said with a bit of fanfare. "Wade made them a bit better."
Kim hesitated. "Wait. Wade 'improved' these? They don't —"
"No muscle enhancement!" Ron said. "Wade said he didn't have time. He said it'd be more like your stealth suit. The parachute-y one?"
Kim sighed, happily took the clothes, and put them on over her still-only-spandex clad body. "Thank you, Ron." She leaned down and gave him a wonderfully warm and comforting kiss.
They broke apart, and Ron started laying out other equipment; her hairdryer grapple, the lipstick laser, mini-rebreathers, and a some snack bars, along with even more equipment.
"Aaand I forgot your backpack," Ron said. "It's okay! You can take mine."
Kim looked at the week-old-naco-smelling thing and crinkled her nose. She wished the thigh pouch on the battle suit could be removed. "Maybe I'll just take what I think I need."
Shego emerged from the cockpit, unslung her own backpack, and pulled out a green and black roll. She gave it a flap, and it unfurled into an identical backpack to her own, which she handed to Kim.
"Here," Shego said.
Kim looked at the gift. "You got me a backpack?"
Shego rolled her eyes. "Well I wasn't going to carry all our supplies myself."
"So you did intend to come with me from the start!"
Shego scowled and shook the pack. "Are you going to take this or what?"
Kim smiled, accepted, and took to a knee to stuff it full of her gear. Her hands were still twitching whenever she moved them.
"It's not like it matters anyway," Shego said. "I think the lair is underwater."
Kim sighed and stopped packing.
Shego shifted her weight. "Look. Maybe… maybe you should just let me handle Dementor while you stay here."
"Not a chance, Shego," Kim said, raising from the floor sans the new backpack. She wobbled, her legs shook, and she had a curious case of vertigo.
"Like you can fight right now," Shego said. "I could take you with all my hands and my legs tied behind my back. Blindfolded."
Kim smiled. "Then I guess I'll just have to trust you to protect me."
"Fine, you know what? I tried." Shego slammed a fist into a button in the rear. The boarding plank lowered and Shego swept out. Kim flashed a smile to Ron and followed.
-o0O0o-
"Did you have to set us down so far away from the signal?" Kim said.
"If you wanted to stay hidden instead of parking on a road, yes," Shego said.
"There's plenty of forests closer—"
"No clearings that weren't too close to the roads," Shego said. "Do you want to fly next time or should I just crash the jet and save us the trouble?"
Kim pouted and crossed her arms. The sun had already risen and shined light through the tree tops. "This wouldn't be so bad if you had just woke me up when we arrived instead of letting me wake up on my own."
Shego shrugged. "You looked like you needed sleep, and I am not going to work with a half-dazed teenager all day." Then Shego shot her a glance and grinned. "Besides I was enjoying the view." Kim blushed and scowled, but Shego gestured around them at all the greenery of the forest. Kim uttered a quiet, "oh." They were still trekking through the undergrowth when Shego spoke up again.
"You know, if this is Proffesor Dementor, he may not attack you." She hopped down a natural stone step. "You're suppose to be a villain now, remember?"
"That was a one time white lie with Senior," Kim said testily as she navigated the same step. "I'm not going to pretend to be something I'm not."
Shego shrugged again. "And Hench, but suit yourself. Still, are you really going to have time fight every villain along the way? Are you really ready to have both most of the world and the underworld against you?"
"Why do you care so much?" Kim said.
Shego frowned. "Fine. Forget I said anything."
"Why are you coming along anyway?" Kim said.
"I'm just coming along because you seem to find info."
"Uh-huh."
Shego huffed. "You know, you still could be wrong about all this."
"What are you talking about?" Kim said.
"The grand conspiracy thing," Shego said. "You might actually be fighting your good guys and not your bad guys."
"No," Kim said. "I know that's not the case."
"And why's that?" Shego said.
"Because you told me."
Shego's rhythm in her walk faltered for just a second, but she said nothing. The underbrush rustled as they stepped through it.
"You know," Kim said after a time, "it's weird you never asked about the specifics of why you were caught."
"Because it's always the same," Shego said, taking a plasma swipe at an unfortunate tree branch in her path. "Either past crimes or false accusations, but what's the point? I stopped keeping count about the time you showed up in Drakken's lair. Now I just keep track of which countries don't like me." They walked on. Then, "what… did they tell you, anyway?"
Kim almost laughed. "Now you want to know? Really? Almost three days later?"
Shego growled. "Forget I asked, then."
Kim did laugh that time. "Well, according to the president of France, someone who looked exactly like you attacked the delegation and stole a diamond necklace."
"Are they blind and stupid?" Shego said. "If I don't use the plasma, then —"
"They had your plasma apparently," Kim said innocently.
Shego stopped dead and turned. "What?"
Kim shrugged. "What? Something wrong?"
"If that blue moron," Shego said through her teeth, "plucked so much as one hair from my head, made even one clone —"
"Uh, past problems?" Kim said.
"No," Shego said, "but he keeps asking about it despite me spelling it out for him in our contract. Let's go! I need to broil someone."
"That's what your problem is, you know," Kim said. "You go in too fast and too hard. Warmonga was stronger than you and completely took you out of the fight the first time."
"Maybe there's some things I don't go into at all, Kimmie," Shego said.
Kim cocked her head to the side, but Shego didn't offer an explanation. They kept walking.
"I don't hate you, you know," Kim said.
"Mm-hm. Mm-hm. Yeah. Kimmie?" Shego said. "I am not a radio talk show. Try confessing your feelings to someone who cares."
"Before, at the lair," Kim said, ignoring Shego, "we were talking about the Little Diablo incident. There was a radio tower. You might remember."
Shego held up a flaming hand with her middle finger raised, but Kim reached out and took it. Shego extinguished her flames right before Kim could touch them and looked at her.
"I don't hate you, okay?" Kim said.
Shego stared, then yanked her hand away.
They walked on. Shego occasionally checked the Kimmunicator tracker since Kim had given it to her when she insisted on doing something.
"Yeah," Shego said. "Okay."
Kim smiled. A little extra bounce went into her step. Shego gave a disgusted grunt and sped up again.
The walk was mostly quiet after that. They were nearing the edge of the forest when Kim spotted the black shore ahead. She stepped down off the stone slab she was on and held a hand to steady herself on two enormous roots to either side which poured over the edge. Her arms were still trembling, but she got to bottom and turned around.
Ahead of her, Shego swayed her hips through the forest's edge. Even with all the debris, she still managed to sashay.
"Does it freak you out?" Kim said.
"What?" Shego said without stopping.
"Bonnie," Kim said.
Shego's form stopped moving. Kim was only vaguely aware at first, but then her eyes darted up to Shego's. Shego was giving her an peculiar look, then perked a brow. "Huh?"
"W-well," Kim said, "I know it's… not normal. To feel that way about… you know…"
Shego turned around and put her hands on her hips. "Didn't you just say last night that it was perfectly normal, Princess?"
"Well yeah," Kim said. "It… it is. I just…"
Shego lowered her chin, narrowed her eyes, and stepped forward. Her voice took on a husky quality. "Just what, Princess?"
Kim blinked and slowly cocked her head. "What are you doing?"
Shego didn't answer. She was still looking at Kim with that odd expression Kim couldn't place and took several more languid steps towards her.
Without thinking about it, Kim stepped back… right into the stone slab she had just hopped off of. Roots to either side blocked her path, and Shego was now close enough to block her way forward as well.
"Shego," Kim said, a bit warningly. She pressed her back into the stone.
The barest of smirks tugged at Shego's lips, but her eyes were half-lidded as she raised her arms — first one, then the other — and planted each on the tree to either side of Kim's face. Then that feeling of being prey crept back into Kim's head.
"Shego?" Kim said again, barely above a whisper.
She should move. She should move. She should move. The thought screamed in her head, but her mind was focused on the sounds of the leaves crunching under Shego's foot, the roughness of the raw stone underneath her fingertips, and the rustle of Shego's hair as she leaned in. Kim could smell the scent of vanilla. Her throat seized up when she felt Shego's breath glide across her lips.
And in that moment, she she lifted her head from the stone…
… just as Shego chuckled and whipped around. Some of her hair brushed against Kim's nose and the smell of vanilla mixed with the sea lingered.
And Kim finally realized just how labored her breathing had gotten. Her heart was hammering, and her face felt hot enough to burn the sun.
"S-Shego!"
Shego turned around. "Aww, disappointed?" She chuckled again and kept walking.
"Y-you — ugh!"
Kim tramped through the forest and Shego's laugher filled the time.
-o0O0o-
"Here," Kim said shortly.
"What's this?" Shego said.
"Mini-rebreather," Kim said. "Lasts 15 minutes."
"It's tiny," Shego said.
"Just —" Kim threw up her hands, put her own rebreather in her mouth, hit a button on her belt to constrict her clothes around her like a second skin, and dove into the water.
Shego followed, still holding Kim's new Kimmunicator, but it was hard to miss the glowing building on the seabed just a few hundred feet out from the shore.
When they arrived, Kim easily found the hatch underneath one of the arms of the structure; the giant glowing 'exit' sign had, of course, helped. She pulled her way up into the lair — which was thankfully fully lit — and heard the overloud squeaky voice as soon as Shego broke the surface of the water.
"I still don't see what the big deal is about 'strudels'," it said.
Shego groaned. "Don't tell me."
Kim peaked through the door into the larger chamber, then stepped aside and gestured. Shego gave her a look as she walked up beside her, peaked out, and sighed. Then she threw the door open.
"Alright," she said, "what are you two idiots doing here?"
"Shego!" Dr. Drakken said. "How did you get in here?"
"And what's that suppose to mean?" Shego said.
"It means," Professor Dementor said, making a pinching motion with his fingers, "that you are, shall we say, SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY!"
"Mm'yeah," Shego said, "you really think I'd be in bed with Kimmie if she wasn't a villain?"
"New metaphor, please!" Kim said, red-faced. "And I'm not ev—"
Shego pointedly cleared her throat. Kim glared. Shego glared right back. Kim growled. Shego growled and yanked her head towards the two mad scientists. Finally, Kim turned towards them, but still leered at Shego out of the corner of her eye.
"I'm not her employer," Kim said. "We're… partners." She spoke the last word through gritted teeth.
"Forgive me if I remain unconvinced," Dementor deadpanned.
"Well, I'm certainly convinced!" Drakken said. He walked forward and started furiously shaking Kim's hand. "Welcome to the team, Kim Possible! Can I interest you in some cocoa-moo?"
"Hot. Chocolate," Shego said between grit teeth behind Drakken. Her hands flared, but Drakken remained all grins and oblivious.
"Uh, thanks?" Kim said. "T-thank you, Dr. Drakken. It's… it's good to be a part of… evil?"
"I still do not believe it," Dementor said when Drakken allowed Kim to extricate herself from his grip. "Where is that blonde boy you always are coming with?"
"The buffoon!" Drakken said. "Er, you and he aren't still really…"
"Yeees," Dementor said. "It was a most odd… thing."
"Are you," Kim said, "taking about Ron?"
"Ah," Dementor said. "She's already forgotten him!"
"I have not forgotten Ron!" Kim said.
"Eh?" Dementor said. "You mean you're still —"
"Yes!" Kim said. "We're still together! Honestly, what's with you supervillains and this issue?"
"Well Kimmie!" Shego said in a cutesy voice. "We're all just concerned with your tastes."
"Speak for yourself!" Dementor said. "Although… it was very strange. And you are sure you two are still —"
"Yes!" Kim said. "We are! Thank you!" She stroked the wet hair out of her eyes. "Now what are you two doing here? And together? Aren't you enemies?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Dementor said, "let me get this straight. You come into my lair, interrupt my plans, and DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT I AM DOING?"
"Er, yes?" Kim said.
Dementor took a breath. "Dr. Drakken and I talked at the conference, got to know each other, he agreed to help me, came here to make plans to save the family strudel business after the invasion and then you showed up and get my new carpet SOAKING WET." He took another breath. "Really, I just had it laid in. There were towels!"
"Yeah, can we hurry this up?" Shego said. "We're kind of on a schedule."
"Yes, and we wouldn't want to keep the ladies waiting," said a voice.
Kim spun around; Will Du was standing on a ledge above their heads and just clicked off a video recorder. He pressed a button.
"It's good to be a part of evil," Kim's voice said.
"And… uploaded," Will Du said. "Thank you, Miss Possible, you've been a tremendous help in proving your guilt."
"You," Dementor said, pointing to Kim. "You lead him here!"
"As if!" Kim said. "I wouldn't lead Will Du into a trash compactor."
"Oh, that's so convincing," Dementor said. "DO YOU TAKE ME FOR A FOOL?!"
"Could you blame me if I said yes?" Kim said.
"Ah, already infighting," Will said. "Sad, really. Well Miss Possible, I must ask that you come with us now."
"'Us'?" Kim said. "You taking imaginary friends along on missions now, Will?"
"I think you'll find them far less than imaginary," Will said. From behind him, four multicolored uniforms stepped into view.
"No," Shego said.
"Yes, sister," Hego said.
"Great," Kim said. "It's a regular fiesta in here."
"The news cast in Cuba," Shego said quietly. "It said I was an ex-hero. You… you told them!"
"Technically, he did," Mego said. "Not me."
"We told him it was a bad idea," one of the Wegos said.
"I had no choice!" Hego said. "Everything else you've done is one thing, but using Kim Possible for your own ends right after an alien invasion? I had to draw the line. I couldn't respect your privacy any longer."
"You…" The edge in Shego's voice was palpable. "You've ruined everything. My entire career is going to go down the drain because of you!"
"It was for the best!" Hego said.
But Shego was already on top of him.
"Shego!" Kim said.
"Fine," Dementor said. "I may be slightly convinced that you are telling me the truth. On the other hand, RETREAT!" He turned tail and ran.
"Shego!" Drakken said. "We're leaving now!"
"Like hell!" Shego said, just before Hego smacked her into a steel wall. She went down to the floor with a grunt, leaving a large dent behind.
"Bro!" the Wegos said.
"Sorry!" Hego said. "I haven't fought her in awhile. It's hard to hold back."
Hego stepped towards her, but Kim did several flips until she was between Shego and Hego. Her legs threatened to buckle underneath her, but she planted her feet as firmly as she could.
"Miss Possible, I don't want to hurt you," Hego said. "I'm sure my sister is using you somehow, but I have to take you both back for questioning."
"Sorry, Hego," Kim said, "you're not taking her. Or me."
Hego sighed. "Then you leave me no choice."
He took a single step towards her, then a giant yellow beam engulfed his body and slammed him into the far wall.
Kim whirled. "Dr. Drakken?"
"Come on!" He waved his arms towards where Professor Dementor ran as he hopped off the laser turret.
Kim turned in a spinning kick as Mego approached her. He shrunk down to avoid it with a "woah!"
"Easy there!" he said. "We didn't come here to fight."
"Speak for yourself," Will Du said, having finally joined them on the ground floor. Kim gave him a swift uppercut to his chin and he crumpled, unconscious.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," Kim said.
"Oh yes I do," Mego said. "Look, just get Shego out of here before Hego comes around again! I'd hate to lose my only sister. Take care of her for me, okay?"
Kim blinked. Five Wegos had picked up Shego's unconscious body and brought her over to Kim.
"Hurry up," one said. "Neither Hego nor Shego stay down for very long, and we doubt you'll be able to pry them apart if you don't get out of here fast."
Kim nodded and took Shego around her shoulders in a one-handed fireman's carry. Her legs should have buckled, but she knew what would happen if she let Shego get captured again. "Ugh. A bit heavier than Ron. Thanks guys. And thanks… thanks for believing in me."
"Go!" they said together.
Kim half-ran the way Drakken had and saw him waving her inside what looked like a small escape pod. She ducked in, and her knee popped, sending shooting pain through the area. She tumbled, and Shego slid off her back just as she was starting to rouse. Drakken slammed the latch shut, and Dementor launched the pod.
Shego groaned and Kim kneeled in front of her, checking her ribs.
"Are you hurt?" Kim said.
"Where's Hego?" Shego said woozily.
"Back in the lair," Kim said. "Now are you hurt?"
Shego swatted away her hands and propped herself off the floor. "I'm fine. Aren't you supposed to be mad at me?"
"Injuries now, anger later," Kim said.
"I told you I'm fine," Shego said. "Hey!" She waved at Drakken to get his attention. "You! Did you make any clones of me?"
"Shego, I'm hurt!" Drakken said. "You know it's not in our contract. And I would never —"
"Yeah, yeah, can it," Shego said. "Now tell me the truth before I blow up this tin can with you in it."
"Er, but you're in it too…"
Shego lit up.
"Alright, alright!" Drakken said. "No, I haven't made any clones! Happy?"
Shego gave a humph, got off the floor, and sat back into a seat.
Kim got up and sat next to her, taking care to stay off her knee. "I'm sorry."
One of those bushy eyebrows raised over Shego's eye.
"I know that you really didn't want the world to know you've been a part of Team Go."
"Che'yeah, well," Shego said, "it's done now."
Kim smiled. "You were kind of viewed as a hero after the invasion, though."
"ALL THREE OF YOU!" Dementor said from the controls. In the small space, his voice seemed to get even louder than normal. "And you all call yourselves villains. Pah!"
"Would you rather we let Warmonga take over the world instead of a human villain?" Kim said. "Seems to defeat the purpose of world domination, don't you think?"
Dementor shrugged without looking at her. "Eh, a fair point."
The pod swam on, through the water. In another minute, the craft rocked up and apparently beached itself.
"Alright!" Dementor said. "EVERYBODY OUT OF MY POD!"
"This looks familiar," Kim said as they waded out into the water and unto the beach.
"Yeah," Shego said. "The jet isn't too far away from here."
"A jet?" Dementor said. "Excellent! You may drop me off somewhere in Germany."
Shego lit up again, but Kim cut her off. "We're not your personal taxi service, Dementor. We just came here to find out what you knew about the attack at the conference."
"That?" he said. "Next to nothing. Shego left, we stayed, then we were questioned about it, and we left. Now if you will be excusing me, Fräulein Possible, I HAVE. A BUSINESS. TO SAVE!" He pressed a button, a jetpack unfolded, and he flew off, across the the Black Sea.
Kim sighed.
"Well this was a fantastic waste of time," Shego said. "Can we just go find your Wanda Wong now?"
"Wanda?" Drakken said. "She's vacationing in China after the attack."
Kim rolled her eyes. "Yes, we kno —" She turned to him. "How do you know that?"
"Know what?" Drakken said.
"That Wanda is in China," Kim said.
"Oh, we… talked. At the conference. Apparently liked my speech or something. She invited me to a scientific conference in Hong Kong, actually. I thought it a perfect opportunity to test my new Death Ray. It doesn't actually kill, you see —"
Kim held up a hand. "When's the conference?"
"Er, tomorrow," Drakken said.
Kim rubbed her forehead. "Okay, we are so past the weirdness scale right now, but… do you…" she cringed, "want to come with us?"
-o0O0o-
Ron tapped his knees. "So! How's evil treating you?"
"Who are you again?" Drakken said.
"Ron Stoppable, man with the plan, and general awesome guy," Ron said. "I'm not surprised you don't remember. Cause, you know, you never do. Naco?"
"How did you get nacos out here again?" Kim said, bitting off the end of her own cheesy mess.
Ron talked through a mouthful of food. "Turns out the Bueno Nachos around here have great delivery service!"
Drakken, who's yellow flower had long since sprouted around his neck, reached for the offered item, but his vine shot out and took the naco for him.
"Okay, that doesn't freak me out at all," Ron said.
Kim smiled. Drakken had taken the seat closest to Ron's, so Kim was sitting opposite them, but she didn't really mind. There were still 8 hours from Hong Kong and the pair of them provided noise to help pass the time. She watched as Ron wrestled with Drakken's vine and Drakken gave out enthusiastic orders to restrain him.
"So why are we flying with the PETA poster boy, again?"
Kim bolted up. "Shouldn't you be in the front flying the ship?!"
"Autopilot," Shego said.
"But —"
"It's fine," Shego said. "You going to answer my question?"
Kim jerked her head away from her. "I thought you'd be happy your employer is back."
With her head turned, Kim hadn't noticed Shego leaning towards Kim's ear until her hair fell on Kim's shoulder. Kim leaned away, but caught Shego's hushed, "how's the knee?" Kim leaned back towards Shego just so she wouldn't get any louder.
"Fine," she said. "Now back off."
"Ah-ah," Shego said. "I seem to recall something else you might not want me to say out loud."
Kim flushed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, then I guess I should just stop whispering and just start shouting about how you almost kissed me."
"Don't you dare!" She said, a little louder than she intended. She glanced over to Ron, but he seemed too taken with trying to play patty-cake with Drakken's neck vine and it's owner was far too preoccupied with trying to teach the vine the game.
"I did not almost kiss you," Kim said.
"Keep telling yourself that, Kimmie," Shego murmured into her ear. "But I know the truth."
Kim's eye twitched. "What do you want?"
"Why me?" Shego said, her breath hissing in Kim's ear. "I don't want anything."
Kim shook her head just an inch. "You always want something."
Shego rested her lips on Kim's ear, and Kim felt a shiver run up her spine. "Maybe. For now, why don't you just enjoy the ride?"
Kim swatted at her and Shego, surprisingly, backed off a bit, but stayed close enough to whisper.
"And just let you blackmail me?" Kim said.
"If that's how you feel about it…" Shego turned away. "Hey buffoon!"
Kim let out a little, "eep," and clasped a hand over Shego's mouth. Drakken and Ron looked over, Ron's wrists now tangled in the vines. Shego licked the palm of Kim's hand, and Kim yanked it back.
"Fine," Kim said out of the corner of her mouth while she rubbed her hand on her pant leg. "Just shut up!"
"Never mind," Shego said to the guys, who had already resumed trying to untangle Ron.
Kim fumed for a moment, then it occurred to her to turn the tables. "I noticed you still haven't asked Drakken for that 'last paycheck' you wanted."
"Like he's going to just carry that around with him," Shego said.
Kim's voice was sickly sweet. "And I'm sure that logic stopped you from badgering him over the same thing several times in the paste."
"Oh yeah," Shego said easily. "Plenty of times."
Kim frowned. "Just… go to the cockpit or something."
Shego made a bit of a show of swinging her legs over and off the chair's armrests and stood up.
"Alright," Shego said. "But do not sarcastically suggest an evil plot to Drakken while I'm gone. He always does it."
"I'll try to contain myself," Kim monotoned.
Shego gave her a wink and strode into the cockpit again. It was all Kim could do to keep from strangling her.
A/N: Strudels? Not exactly Turkish, but I figured Dementor just had a convenient underwater base and didn't want to show off his real stuff to Drakken.
Fun fact #2, both knelt and kneeled are correct past-tense forms of kneel. Knelt is more common currently, especially in writing, but eventually, kneeled should overtake it. Fun fact #3, halal food isn't actually edible for someone strictly following a kosher diet, but I doubt Ron actually follows. He just thought it was cool.
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Oh, I made — or perhaps stole/refurbished from somewhere I forgot — new separators for time skips! Woot! Should be a bit more obvious now when time skips happen.
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