Authors Note: Thanks again to everyone who has taken an interest in this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible.

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"A problem is just a misunderstood opportunity."

~Hank Perkins

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Ron's emotions had been bottled up inside him since before his first class even began. He couldn't believe what he had seen, what he had heard. He had witnessed his best friend since preschool verbally assault his girlfriend. She had made Camille cry. He couldn't deny to himself or to Kim that he was furious. He couldn't believe the level of jealousy that Camille was bringing out of her. He hadn't even bothered to talk to Kim about it in their first three classes together. But in reality she would only have been able to talk to him during Latin and P.E. due to Mr. Barkin's strict no talking rules in American history. Either way he didn't want to hear any excuses at the moment. He would wait until lunch to get an explanation from her. He really hoped it was a good one.

He arrived later in the library than usual and saw Jill already sitting at their usual table. He made no attempts to hide his anger as he set his books on the table a bit harder than normal before taking a seat. The raven-haired girl looked up at him with curious eyes.

"Something wrong?" she wondered.

"Yeah. Everything," he said a bit loudly.

Ms. Hatchet looked up from her desk with a scowl on her face.

"Mr. Stoppable, Ms. Ishus, quiet down!" she yelled.

Jill smirked at the irony of her demand.

"What happened?" she asked as she turned her attention back to Ron.

Ron was about to go into full-fledged rant mode when he noticed an anomaly on the sophomore girl's face.

"Jill? You okay?"

"Yeah. But this is about you, remember?"

"I know, but it's just your eyes. They seem a bit red and puffy. Have you been crying or something?"

"Oh… that," she said hesitantly. "No, just allergies. You know, it's spring. All kinds of stuff out there to make eyes itchy and watery."

"Makes sense I guess."

"Yeah. Don't worry about it. I'm more concerned with you. You're not the kind of guy who gets mad."

"You noticed?"

"I think the whole school could hear you slam your books on the table."

"Right, that…" he sighed before continuing. "I saw Kim and Camille talking before school, and I thought they were getting along. But then I heard Kim say these really nasty things about her. I don't know Jill, I think Kim is really jealous of her."

"What did she say?"

"She called her manipulative and spoiled and some other stuff. It was horrible. I couldn't believe that she would say something like that to such a nice person, especially my girlfriend."

"Girls do tend to get really jealous and possessive," Jill added.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. You should have seen Kim when I became friends with Felix."

"So what are you going to do about it?"

"That's the thing. I have no clue. What can I do?"

"She's your girlfriend, Ron," she said seriously. "Your first girlfriend. This is special. You have to stand up for her."

"I know. But I just don't know how. I mean, Kim and me have been friends forever. And now that I'm feeling something for someone new it's all weird."

"You need to tell her to apologize to Camille."

"I guess that's a good place to start. But what if she doesn't?"

Jill frowned and looked down at the table. Her silence spoke louder than any words. It only made Ron wonder more about what her response would be.

"You can tell me," he insisted.

"If she doesn't… well… I don't know if it's my place to say this."

"It's your place. Trust me. I have absolutely no idea what to do here. I want your opinion."

"Okay…" she said cautiously. "I think that if Kim doesn't apologize, it will only show how selfish she is. It will prove that she cares more about controlling you than being happy for you. If she can't be happy that you have another girl in your life, then I'm not sure how good of a friend she really is."

He was surprised at the bluntness of Jill's answer. If someone were to have said that about Kim a week ago he would have instantly argued with them and said that Kim was the most caring and selfless person in the world. But to see her act so hostile to Camille, to see her insulting Camille without provocation, that caught him completely off guard. Could Jill be right? Could Kim really be a bit selfish and controlling when it came to him?

"That's… kind of out there, Jill," he frowned. "I've known Kim for a long time. She cares about me like a brother."

"It was just an idea. I'm not saying it's true or anything. But I think it's definitely something you should keep in mind."

"Keep in mind, sure," he agreed. "But there's no way I could believe something like that unless she starts to act really weird."

"Fair enough."

Ron noticed that she had the Shakespeare book that he had helped her get the day they met.

"So what are you reading?" he asked.

"A little bit of everything. Plays, sonnets, it doesn't matter. I've read pretty much everything, so I just go back and reread the particular parts I like the most."

"Ah. It's too bad you're not in my English class. We're doing Shakespeare right now. I think you would like it a lot."

"What are you working on right now?"

"You know Othello?"

"Know it?" she smiled. "I love it."

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Kim took a seat at her lunch table. Looking up, she noticed the strange looks that Monique and Felix were giving her. No one had said a word, and it was beginning to creep her out a bit. She finally broke the silence to try to get an explanation out of them.

"The staring. Is there a reason for it?"

"Well… yeah. Kinda," Monique answered.

"Don't tell me this is about that stupid incident from before school."

"Afraid so. It's all over school."

"What were you thinking?" Felix wondered.

"What was I thinking? You can't possibly be taking her side."

"Don't listen to him, Kim," Monique reassured her. "I totally believe you. One hundred percent."

"Thanks Monique."

"I just don't understand why Camille is being so hostile toward you. I mean, what does she have to gain?"

"I honestly don't know. She must have some major insecurity about me being Ron's friend or something."

"That's the other thing. I don't think Ron could land a girl like her," Monique added.

"Yeah, I seriously have my doubts too. My weirdar goes nuts when I see the two of them being all…"

"Groiny?"

"Not the word I was looking for, Mon," Kim frowned. "Intimate is what I was thinking."

"The boy is definitely thinking with the wrong head."

"Aw, lighten up," Felix interjected. "This is Ron's first girlfriend. Give the guy a break."

"Don't you guys have a saying? 'Bros before hos'?"

Monique's question earned a laugh from Felix.

"Normally yeah. But come on. This is Ron and Camille Leon. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for him."

"Exactly," Kim agreed. "Something's not right about this sitch."

"So you're with Monique? You don't think he could get a girl like that to like him?"

"No… it's not that. I really don't know what to think about it all. All I know is that Camille is out to get me for some reason."

The three of them went silent as they saw Ron approaching the table. Monique and Felix looked at each other and exchanged slight nods. They both knew that they shouldn't get involved in the situation before Kim had a chance to explain herself to her best friend.

Kim took a deep breath before Ron took his seat. The teen heroine was normally cool and calm under pressure. But super villains and doomsday devices were nothing compared to the pressure of facing her best friend since pre-k like this. She swallowed hard before she turned to face the newly arrived young man.

"Hey Ron," she said as confidently as she could.

"Hey Kim."

She was surprised that he hadn't sounded angry. But she was also a bit disappointed that he didn't sound as cheerful as usual. She knew exactly why. And she knew that she had to get it out in the open. Something like this couldn't be allowed to fester and threaten their close bond.

"Ron, about earlier today…"

He cut her off before she could continue.

"Yeah, about that. That was a really mean thing to do. You need to apologize to her after lunch."

"You don't understand Ron. She was the one who started it."

"Started it? You made her cry."

"She said that she was going to take you away from me! She's trying to separate us!"

"Oh so you really are jealous. You're afraid of another girl moving in on your territory or something?"

"Territory? What are you talking about? She said I'm going to lose you to her."

"Jill was right. This really is all about who 'owns' me. Well I hate to break it to you Kim, but no one owns me. Not you. Not her. Nobody."

"I can't believe how much she's messed with your head! Wake up Ron! She's just using you to get to me!"

"Of course. This is all about you, Kim. It's always about you. Why can't you just be happy that something good is happening to me?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what? I think I'm going to sit at the cheerleader table today. I'm sure that without Bonnie there they won't have a problem with it."

Ron stood from the table and grabbed his food before making his way over to the table that Camille was sitting at. His girlfriend greeted him warmly before he took a seat next to her.

Kim watched him the entire way to the table. After he had sat down, she noticed that Camille had turned her attention to her. The blonde winked at Kim before she returned to her conversation with the rest of the cheerleaders.

A look of hatred emerged on Kim's face. But she wasn't the only one who had seen the wink.

"Did you see that?" Monique asked Felix.

"Yeah. Yeah I did," he frowned.

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Camille yawned out of the sheer boredom she was feeling at the moment. It was early in the evening and she was alone at home. Ron had gone home to eat dinner with his family, leaving her without anything to do tonight. Of course she could easily round up the cheerleaders and hang out with them all night, but it was a school night. And while that held no meaning to her, it did to the other girls. They were far too scared to stay out late with her, both because of the wrath of their parents as well as any of the local authorities who caught them being out past curfew.

For now she was just casually lying on her couch. Debutante was curled up and sleeping in front of her. The volume on her TV was soft enough not to wake her, but loud enough to hear. She couldn't imagine how people could do this on a regular basis. She needed to be out; she needed to be feeling alive. But with no good options available to her this was all she could do. Maybe tomorrow she would manipulate Ron into hanging out with her all night. She knew she would be able to do it without a problem. And she knew that Kim would probably get even angrier once she found out that she was corrupting her precious little Ron.

As she thought about these things she heard her cell phone ring. She reached over to grab it off the table. As she looked to see who was calling, she was surprised to find the number was blocked. Curiosity got the better of her and she pressed the talk button.

"Who is this?" she asked forcefully.

"Ah, Camille my dear. It is good to be speaking with you," the voice said.

"Who are you, and how did you get this number?"

"That information is not important. What is important is that I know who you are. And I know what you have been up to."

"Yeah, you and everyone else. Have you been reading the celebrity gossip columns lately?"

"No my dear. I mean your more… personal information."

"Personal information?" she asked disgustedly. "Listen you psychotic stalker freak, do you want me to call the cops?"

"I do not believe it would be in your best interest to call the police. They would be most interested to learn about your diamond theft last week."

This got Camille's attention. Her eyes widened as she quickly sat up and moved her feet from the couch to the floor. This startled Debutante, who jumped down from her spot on the couch and bolted into another room.

"What are you talking about?" she asked cautiously.

"You know exactly what I am talking about. I know about your ad on Evil Craigslist. And I have put two and two together to discover the true nature of your 'unique talent', as you put it."

Camille cursed silently to herself. If they knew this much there was no way it could be a random stalker. Whoever he was, he was a serious threat to her and her entire operation.

"Okay, why are you telling me this?"

She heard a deep, sinister chuckle on the other end.

"Oh Camille, I am telling you this because I want something. I am blackmailing you. And if you do not do as I wish I will tell Kim Possible everything I know."

Camille closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. She couldn't believe this. All of her work, all of her plotting, all of her manipulation was at risk. More than that, she was personally at risk. If anyone could prove that she was behind the diamond theft her life was over. She would go to jail. She would lose what was left of her quickly diminishing trust fund. She had no choice but to give in.

"What do you want?"

The man on the other end chuckled again, no doubt laughing at the obvious bitterness in her voice.

"What I want is-"

Before he could continue, she heard another voice in the background.

"Father, are you making the call to Camille Leon right now?"

"Be quiet Junior!" the man said hastily. It took a few moments before she heard him speak again. "No! What have you done!"

Immediately after this the man ended the call. Camille waited a few more seconds to confirm that he had indeed hung up. Looking down warily at her phone, she turned it off before taking a moment to think. This was bad. Someone knew exactly who and what she was. And he had at least some clue of what she had been doing. But there was a silver lining. She had found out at the very last possible moment who had learned her secret. And now she had a call of her own to make.

Flipping the phone back open, she called one of the numbers on her speed dial. Normally she wouldn't talk to Dr. Drakken unless it was absolutely necessary. This just happened to be one of those situations. It rang several times before the blue-skinned mad scientist answered.

"Hello Camille. Have you called to give me an update on the status of Kim Possible and the buffoon?"

"We have bigger issues right now."

The phone was silent for a few moments.

"Bigger issues?" he wondered. "What do you mean?"

"I just got a call from Senor Senior Sr. He knows things he shouldn't know. Have you been blogging again?"

"No! I have not been blogging again!"

"Well either way he knows about me and the diamond. And he said that if I don't do what he wants he's going to tell Kim everything."

"What!"

"We need to get rid of him."

"Get rid of him? What are you talking about?"

"I don't know!" she roared. "You're the evil doctor guy, think of something. I just know that we can't let him mess with the plan. Get one of your guys to come pick me up. We'll talk about it at your lair."

She heard indistinct grumbling in the background. Clearly he didn't like being ordered around.

"Fine. I'll have someone come get you. But it's not because you told me to. I think it's a good idea too. Got it?"

"Whatever. Just tell him not to take so long this time."

She hung up after saying that, not waiting to hear the super villain's response. The emotions surging through her body were playing havoc with her. She was angry, she was frustrated, she was even a bit scared. This situation had to be resolved, and it had to be resolved tonight. She couldn't let Kim find out about her true nature.

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The door leading into the main control room of Dr. Drakken's lair whooshed open as Camille was escorted in by one of the red-clad henchmen. The villainess gave the large man an annoyed look before she strode over to where Drakken and Shego were sitting. The henchman merely shrugged and took his leave.

"So have you come up with a plan yet?" Camille asked.

"Indeed I have," Drakken said. "I plan on calling up the Seniors to negotiate a truce with them. I will explain why they must stay out of our evil plot."

"That's not good enough! We need to take them out of the picture for good!"

Drakken was a bit surprised by the forcefulness in her voice. While she was normally rude and demanding, she had never shown him such a proactive side of her.

"What?" he asked.

"She's right," Shego agreed. "As long as they know about whatever your plan is they're a threat to us."

"But Shego, how do you expect me to be able to neutralize them? Have you seen their island?"

"Yes I have. And that's exactly why I'm going to be leading this attack."

"Attack? What attack ?"

"Look, you have your laser thing right?"

"Yes… but it's designed to be able to destroy large urban areas."

"That's why we lower the settings. You can do that, right?"

"I suppose in theory…"

"Great. So we take out their defenses, blow a hole in their wall, and I go in and get them. Piece of cake."

Drakken nodded his head thoughtfully as he considered her plan. His eyes lit up as a new idea came to him.

"I can mount the laser on our jet!" he said excitedly. "This is going to be a great way to pass the time until Hawaiian shirt Friday gets here!"

Shego groaned at the thought of the upcoming festivities that would be taking place in two days. She was thankful that it wasn't mandatory, not that she would have followed that rule even if it was. But she didn't want to think about that right now. She, along with everyone else, had bigger things to worry about at the moment.

"Okay Dr. D. Let's go catch ourselves some billionaries."

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It took a couple hours to secure the laser onto Dr. Drakken's hover jet. The mad scientist walked slowly around the aircraft inspecting it and taking note of every possible detail. Everything had to go flawlessly on this mission. Once he was satisfied that the job had been done correctly, he turned to the two women who would be accompanying him.

Shego was making her final preparations before entering the cockpit. As usual she would be the one piloting the craft. It wasn't that Drakken didn't know how, it's that she simply didn't trust him to do it right. It wouldn't be the first time in their professional relationship that she took control of his invention.

Camille on the other hand was merely sitting in a chair and texting on her phone. She had requested that she be able to join them on the mission. Initially Shego had been against this idea. The girl had no combat experience and would only get in the way. But Drakken had insisted that they include her, and kept going on about how he wanted to make her feel like a part of their evil family. Shego sighed at his description of their team, but in the end accepted his decision. He was the one who wrote the paychecks after all.

Much of the trip was made in silence. Camille and Shego had nothing to say to each other, while most of what Drakken said was to himself as he formulated a plan of attack against the Seniors. Luckily the near super-sonic speeds of the hover jet allowed the villainous trio to reach the secluded island in a reasonable amount of time.

Shego slowed to a halt as the craft hung gracefully in the air. The island was visible to them, but they didn't want to move in until they went over the plan one last time. Drakken took charge of the situation.

"Okay ladies, here's the plan," he said confidently. "We will approach the island and neutralize the Seniors missile and laser batteries our my own brilliantly designed device. Once that is done we will land and Shego will go in and retrieve them for us. Then we bring them back to the lair and imprison them until our own plan is complete. Are there any questions?"

Shego didn't respond. She just glared at the blonde teen beside her who was examining her nails. The heiress looked up at the two super villains who were staring at her.

"What?"

Shego just sighed as she shook her head.

"Whatever. Let's go."

The jet's engines roared as the green-hued villainess brought them back up to full power. Within seconds they were in range of the Senior's island. Drakken took hold of the controls of his laser.

"And now I finally get to test out my latest invention!" he said gleefully.

As the jet made its first pass next to the island lair, Drakken began firing wildly at the locations that Shego had said contained weapons. The lowered settings on the laser still caused enormous damage, and it was not even necessary for the mad scientist to be accurate. Great chunks of concrete and steel were sent into the air as explosions tore through the building.

Those weapons that had survived the first attack run were soon activated and came into plain sight. Missiles and lasers screamed through the air, but every shot was evaded thanks to the piloting skills of Shego. She turned the craft to make a second pass at the island, and Drakken once more took great pleasure in firing his toy. Flames were now erupting from the compromised lair as Drakken's weapon annihilated what was left of the Senior's defenses.

After he was finished, Drakken formed a pair of guns with his thumbs and index fingers and blew on both. Normally Shego would have groaned at the arrogant display, but she had to admit that he had done a surprisingly good job. While he hadn't been entirely accurate, the sheer level of devastation he had caused ensured that there was nothing left to threaten the jet. Now it was time for phase two of the plan.

She brought the jet down to an area that wasn't covered with flames and debris. After unbuckling herself she opened up the side hatch and leapt out. She landed gracefully in a crouch before turning back to her partners.

"I'll be back soon."

She rushed off to find her prey.

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Alarms blared in the main control room as Senor Senior Sr. walked as quickly as he could to his control panel. The lights above him had been knocked out when the attack had destroyed the power generators. Luckily the backup generator still provided power to his computer. The only illumination in the room was from it and the red warning lights that shaded everything in an eerie crimson glow. Why the backup generator provided power to them and not the real lights was a mystery to the old man. But this had been in The Book of Villainy, and so it was done.

He stared at the screen and saw the jet land. Moments later a familiar figure emerged from it. But how could this be? Two men of evil fighting each other just spat in the face of villain tradition. He looked back to see Junior standing nervously in the middle of the room. For once in his life the boy didn't have a mirror or magazine in his hands.

"Father… what is going on?" he asked. His voice was laced with fear.

The ever-calm elderly man turned and walked over to his son.

"Do not be alarmed Junior. They will not fire anymore now that Shego is inside."

Junior nodded but didn't seem entirely convinced. He then asked the question that was on both of their minds.

"But why are Dr. Drakken and Shego doing this? I thought that we were on the same side!"

Senior had no good answer to this question. He merely shook his head before shifting his gaze to the floor.

"I do not know, my son…" he said gravely. "But for now we must try to stop her. Unleash the spinning tops of doom."

Junior nodded before he went to the control panel and pressed a large red button. The lair shook once more. This time however it was not due to the external attack. Several large war machines emerged from their hiding places in search of their victim.

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Shego stalked through the lair as she did her best to remember where the two billionaires might be. She halted as the hall shook. Listening as best she could over the alarms and sparking cables hanging from the ceiling, she heard a distinct sound. It was the sound of mayhem and carnage incarnate.

She quickened her pace as she darted through the halls and eventually wound up in a rather large room. Unfortunately it was not the one she was looking for. It was dimly lit by only a few flashing red lights. She stood still for a moment trying to determine her next move. But all thoughts were cast from her mind when the entire wall to her right came crashing down. A massive spinning top of doom emerged from it and was on a collision course with her. She had to use all of the super-human speed and agility available to her to leap out of the way of the devastating device.

In an instant she picked herself up off the ground and turned to face the machine.

"No way…" she whispered to herself.

It had turned around. As if some malevolent artificial intelligence program was guiding its actions, the spinning top of doom reversed directions and once more sped toward the villainess.

Shego ignited her hands and threw bolts of green energy at the machine. Chunks were blasted off the menacing mechanism but it did not let up. At the last second she was once again able to dive out of the way of its path. The spinning top crashed into another wall sending sparks flying in all directions. Again it turned and came at the intruder.

She was incredibly irritated by now. What was supposed to be a simple retrieval mission had turned into a life or death battle against a spinning top of doom. Her frustration reached a boiling point.

"Damn it!" she screamed at the machine. "How do I beat you!"

It didn't answer her, not that she had been expecting one. It just continued to come at her, and could not be deterred or persuaded. The spinning top shrugged off the numerous impacts made by Shego's energy as it closed in on her. Yet again she jumped out of the way at the last possible second, but this time she was just a bit too slow. Her left leg was nicked by the spinning mass of the device before she had cleared from its path.

The villainess snarled in anger as she felt a stinging sensation on her leg. But she had no time to check the extent of the wound. The machine had turned around again and was already coming her way. At this point it didn't matter if she could successfully escape it or not. This was personal. She had to destroy this thing. It was a matter of pride.

She scanned it up and down searching for any kind of weakness. Her eyes were drawn to the top of it where she saw a blinking light. She assumed it was red, but couldn't tell due to the scarlet lights that lit the room. Readying herself, she ignited her hands once more.

"I really hope this works…" she muttered.

A green flame was sent up at the blinking light. It made solid contact, much to her satisfaction. Gradually the top began to slow down. The spinning device stopped only a few feet in front of her and was now offline. Out of sheer hatred Shego swiped at the motionless metal with a glowing hand, leaving a scorched claw mark in it. It didn't accomplish anything, but it felt good. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she turned and ran toward one of the massive holes in the walls. She still had a mission.

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Watching on the monitor, Senior saw that Shego had escaped the spinning top of doom that had found her. Now she was nearly upon him and his son. There was only one possible option left. Merely thinking about it made his stomach queasy. But so many laws of villainy had already been broken on this day, what was just one more?

It was late so he doubted that his call would be answered tonight. But he had to try for the sake of both him and his son. He typed in the web address that he never thought he would. After only a few seconds of speaking, Shego burst into the room. Her hair was a mess and her left leg was bleeding. But the most frightening thing about her was the look of pure rage on her face. Her glowing fists were clenched as she approached the two wealthy men.

Senior was just able to hit the send button before his console was torn apart by a blast of green energy. He turned around to speak to her only for his shirt to be grabbed by one of the claws of the villainess.

"You," she said before turning her head to Junior. "And you. You're coming with me."

Neither of the men were in a position to negotiate or fight back. They simply accepted their defeat and went with her quietly.

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Camille was getting bored. She and Dr. Drakken had been sitting silently together in the hover jet for the past fifteen minutes. She let out a sigh as she turned to her employer.

"I thought you said that she was like, good and stuff," she complained.

"She is good. She's the best. I don't know what's taking her so long."

Camille blew a few strands of hair out of her face.

"Whatever."

"You just wait and see. She's never let me down before."

"Yeah? So why aren't you ruling the world."

Drakken was silent for a few moments. He knew that there was nothing he could say that would answer her question in a way that made him look good.

"Because shut up."

A tiny, mocking laugh slipped out of her mouth at his response. She went back to texting. Drakken stood up and opened the hatch.

"Well I'm going outside. I need to stretch my legs."

She didn't respond as he climbed down from the jet and stepped onto the sand. He stretched his arms and legs as he looked at the smoking building. By now the fires had been put out by the sprinkler systems inside. But the lair was a shell of its former glory now. It would be all but unusable should the Seniors ever decide to come back here after Drakken was done with them. After a couple of minutes he saw three figures emerge.

Shego was busy herding the two billionaires forward toward the hover jet. It took another minute for them to reach it.

Drakken looked them up and down before turning his attention to his partner. He couldn't help but notice that her hair looked like a complete mess. But even he was not foolish enough to tell a woman that, especially a woman who could, and would, hurt him.

"Get some cuffs on them," Shego ordered.

Drakken nodded and went inside to fetch a pair of handcuffs. He reappeared a few seconds later carrying a pair of them. He gave one to Shego, and the two of them took the Seniors into "custody".

"I never knew how good it felt to put these on someone!" Drakken exclaimed. "I've always been on the other end of this."

"Yup, I've missed this," Shego agreed.

He looked at her and noticed the nostalgic look in her eyes. It was obvious she was daydreaming about something.

"Are you talking about the days you spent with your brothers?"

This question snapped Shego from her thoughts. She sent a dangerous glare his way. He knew he had to back down.

"Nevermind!" he said hurriedly.

Camille climbed down from the hover jet and saw Senior and Junior standing there. Their clothes were filthy and Junior was obviously terrified at everything that had taken place. The blonde teen strode over Senior and viciously slapped him across the face.

"So we finally meet face to face," she sneered. "You have no idea how much I hate you."

The other four people standing around were confused about why she had just done this. Senior was the first to speak up about it.

"Camille, I do not understand. Why do you hate me? Why did Dr. Drakken and Shego attack me? What is the meaning of all of this?"

"You want to know?" she growled. "Oh right, I'm sure to you it was just another stupid little plan of yours that failed. But for me it ruined my life!"

Another stinging slap was sent across Senior's other cheek. But his eyes remained locked with her own.

"When you attacked the Billionaire's Club you did more damage than you could ever imagine. My family kept a lot of money there, as did a lot of the club's members. You know, illegal offshore accounts so that the American government wouldn't be able to tax them. When you did your stupid freezing thing, it destroyed a lot of money. I'm talking hundreds of millions of dollars! You ruined my family!"

Senior was deep in thought as he considered how to respond to the girl. Eventually he came up with the best explanation he could.

"You must understand Camille, villain tradition dictated that I must-"

"I don't care about your villain tradition!" she screamed. "I care about how you ruined my life! It's because of you that I had to get this surgery and a house in Middleton with the little money I had left. It's because of you that I had to resort to being a criminal. It's up to me to rebuild the fortune and social status of my family and me. And it's all your fault. For that I'm going to ruin your life too."

"Not to interrupt… but I think it's about time we got them back to the lair," Drakken suggested.

The mad scientist motioned for the Seniors to enter the hover jet. Again they were in no position to argue and did what they were told.

Shego turned to look at her employer with a slight grin on her face.

"I gotta say, I like this chick's attitude," she admitted. "Maybe you should get her on the payroll permanently."

Shego took off from the island as soon as everyone was aboard. The plan had been a success, although there had been a few minor complications along the way. What mattered was that Camille's secret remained just that, a secret.

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On Thursday the entire school day had had gone by with relatively little conflict. Ron was still upset about the accusations that Kim had made about Camille. While a small part of her understood why he was acting the way he was, the much larger part was desperate to show him the truth. But so far Camille had played her perfectly. She had tricked her into making her seem paranoid and jealous. And because of this, of course Ron was going to be skeptical about anything bad Kim said.

The three of them were together at cheer practice at the moment. Ironically things were even tenser without Bonnie being there. While no one had said anything to her, Kim couldn't help but notice the vibes she was getting from the other cheerleaders. A glare here, a whisper there, it all added up to something that she didn't like. Had Camille turned them against her too? It was no secret that with the fall of Bonnie's reputation that Camille was the new queen bee of the school. Now the cheerleaders followed her as readily as they once followed the brunette.

Perhaps the worst part of Bonnie's departure was the emergence of Camille as a regular member on the squad. She was no longer a reserve. And because she was expected to participate in games and events now, she was able to show off even more to the other girls. The moves weren't nearly as good as anything that Kim could do, but because of her fame and popularity everyone adored everything that she did. It made the teen heroine sick. But she couldn't kick Camille off the squad now. To do so would be disastrous for her relationships with both Ron and the rest of the squad. For now Camille had her stuck in a bad situation. She was just happy that practice was nearly over.

"Okay girls, great job today!" Kim said enthusiastically. "We'll pick up where we left off tomorrow."

Tara was the only one who responded favorably. She had always been nice to everyone under Bonnie's reign. Kim was happy to see that she hadn't been changed by Camille.

As everyone made their way to the locker rooms, Kim noticed that Camille was still standing there. She frowned as she approached the heiress. What was she planning now?

"Do you have a question, Camille?"

"No questions, Kay," she smiled. "Just here to tell you that squad captain is next on my list of things to do. I thought I'd let you know before the girls make their decision."

Kim's fists clenched when she heard this. How dare she say a thing like this to her. Could she really be that arrogant?

"Hate to burst your bubble Camille, but I'm not losing my spot as captain."

Camille looked down to the floor and chuckled before bringing her eyes back up to stare into Kim's.

"Silly Kim, the girls are already mad at you for the horrible things you said to me yesterday…" she smiled. "It's only a matter of time before they turn against you completely. And when they do I'll be waiting."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I dunno. I guess I just get off on watching your world crumble around you when you know it's coming. Well, I suppose I'd be the one who's coming."

Kim couldn't hide the look of disgust on her face.

"You're sick."

Camille giggled at the intended insult.

"Just wait until Ron finds out how sick I can be. After I'm done with him you'll never get him back. You'll be lucky if he even remembers your name."

Kim took a step toward her. This was getting way too personal now.

"You leave him out of this. If you hurt him in any way-"

"You'll what? Insult me some more? Or are we going to get physical? I bet he'd like to watch that."

Kim wasn't sure if there was a double meaning to that intended to get her off her game. But this time she kept her reaction to herself. She kept her focus on Ron.

"I don't know what your problem is with me, but he's never done anything to you. If you want to hurt me, hurt me. Not him."

"You have a terrible poker face, Kim. And that's what makes this so easy. Kisses."

Camille turned after her sarcastic goodbye and glided toward the locker room. Kim took a deep breath to try to calm her growing anger. She couldn't do anything else that would alienate her from the squad or Ron. She had to choose her battles carefully from now on. Letting Camille manipulate her would only make things even worse.