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In Enterprise of Martial Kind

Shego felt worse in the morning, the blue splotches had grown. Kim took a breakfast tray to her room. Ron and Shego came over while Kim was in the room. Even Shego had sympathy for Shego.

While they were there Kim called Wade, "Any luck?"

"I told you, there's no way I can figure out Drakken's stabilization formula. I'd need to know the process he used in the first place, and I don't. And even if I did it would still take weeks - and that's if I'm lucky."

"Why don't we just get some from Dr. Lipsky?" the younger Shego asked.

"Wha?"

"I mean; he must have some around - right? If it was something he needed to keep giving her he either needed to have it prepared or it must be easy to fix."

Ron and Kim looked at each other, then Kim barked into the Kimmunicator, "Hear that, Wade?"

"Heard it."

"Can you-"

"Don't know. But got a better chance of finding him than finding the stuff to stabilize her."

Wade set to work on his computers. "Good job," Ron complimented Shego.

Kim felt stupid. She was so accustomed to Wade being able to do anything she hadn't even considered other options. Overconfidence in Wade's abilities might have extended to Wade himself - he hadn't thought of looking for Drakken either.

By the early afternoon Wade's prediction of three more days began to look too optimistic; Shego was sinking fast. Wade called in late afternoon. "I think I've found Drakken."

"How fast can you have a ride for us?"

"On its way."

Kim looked at Ron and Shego and nodded, "You're going with me?"

"Absolutely!" "Sure thing, KP."

"Take me with you," the other Shego asked from her sickbed.

"No, you're not strong enough. We'll find the medicine and bring it back to you."

"Take me with you," Shego repeated weakly. "I might not be alive when you get back."

Inattention to detail had always been Drakken's greatest weakness. He had the big picture, or the grand idea, but never paid enough attention to the small details to make it happen. They reached his new lair with less trouble than anticipated, which made them suspect a trap. Knowing the older Shego was in no condition to fight the three teens ran forward, other than three henchmen who turned and ran at the sight of them they faced no opposition. They found Drakken, hunched over a table in his new lab.

"Stop whatever you're doing," Ron shouted.

Startled, the blue man looked up, "Sheg–" he started to shout, then realized he did not have a Shego coming to fight for him. He glanced at the ray gun he was working on. It wasn't ready for testing. He considered running. He looked at the trio in front of him, they looked faster. "Why is there never a good self-destruct switch around when you need one?" he thought.

"Where's the formula you gave Shego," Kim demanded.

"What are you talking about?" he responded.

"The one that keeps her stable."

"Don't know what you're talking about."

"She's suffering some kind of breakdown. You have to help her!"

He shrugged, "Sorry, no idea."

"They'll charge you with murder," Ron suggested.

"Shego is right there," Drakken reminded them, pointing at the teen. "My clones dissolve into sludge – no way a jury would convict me. Now, perhaps if you agree to let me go I might, emphasis on might, remember the formula – if you agree to never bother me again."

Kim hesitated and Drakken smiled, "A do-gooder like you wouldn't let even your worst enemy die like that," he told her.

The older Shego had arrived in time to hear some of Drakken's comments. She looked ghastly as she staggered into the lab, "Leave him to me," she panted. "I'll kill the bastard."

Drakken paled, "No, I–"

"Sounds fair to me," the younger Shego suggested.

Shego coughed, "I'll be a sludge in a day or two, no need for a trial."

"I don't like the sound of this," Ron said nervously.

Kim cast her vote, "I'll agree with the Shegos. Come on, Ron, we're leaving Drakken alone with Shego."

Ron hesitated. He hoped Kim was bluffing. He really, really hoped Kim was bluffing. "Okay," he agreed and turned for the door.

"No!" Drakken screamed in terror. "I have the formula… I must have the formula." He began to frantically search the lab table, throwing items of no value. "Here!" he gasped with joy and held up a small glass vial, "here it is!"

Shego lunged at him, and grabbed the vial.

"No!" he shouted as she uncorked the bottle and emptied it into her mouth. "That's too–"

The sick woman shuddered, and collapsed.

"What happened," Kim demanded.

"It was concentrated! There were hundreds of doses in there. In that level it's toxic."

Ron and Kim ran for Shego.

"No pulse," Kim told him. "Do CPR."

Ron knelt by Shego, placed his crossed hands on her chest and said a little prayer of thanksgiving for the hours Mr. Barkin had made them practice in health class.

Kim administered mouth to mouth.

After several anxious minutes Ron was about to give up when Shego coughed weakly and began to breathe on her own.

"Watch her," Kim barked and pulled out her Kimmunicator to call for help. After placing the call she turned to Ron, "How is she?"

"I'm not deaf, you know," Shego mumbled. "And I feel like shit."

"At least you're alive," Kim pointed out.

"Hey," Ron asked, "Where's Drakken? And Shego?"

"You stay with Shego, I'll find them."

Kim didn't need to look far. Drakken lay face down on the floor, his arms twisted behind him by the young woman sitting on his back, "Seven years," she kept repeating, "you stole seven years of my life. I wish she had killed you."

Kim hoped Shego didn't mean that and was only saying it frighten Drakken. If so it was certainly effective - he seemed genuinely glad to see Kim. On the other hand, Kim reflected, if someone had stolen seven years of her life, ruined her name, and separated her from her own family she might really want to see that person dead.