Disclaimer:
I DO NOT OWN Kim Possible, it belongs to Disney. This is a re-boot of the original story entitled "Identities" by Neoalfa. id: 6672773. I have gotten the A-OK from Neoalfa to continue.
"We should really go downstairs, Kim. Your mother is worried sick about you." she blinks a couple of times before answering, shaking the sleepiness out of her system.
"Yea. Right. Uhh give me a few minutes." And without waiting for an answer she slips into the bathroom. Of course it takes 10 minutes for her to get ready. She comes out with her hair groomed into a pony tail, that leaves her pale neck exposed and she's wearing a new set of shirt and pants, her haunted look is till there, but she no longer resembles a ghost.
"Nice job, Kim." I give her my approval wit a thumb up and she smiles back "Can we go now?" I turn around and head for the hatch when there a sudden pull on my shirt stops me dead in my tracks. Kim is tugging my shirt while looking down. "You ok, Kim?"
"Umm. Ron?" Still not looking at me.
"hm? What's wrong?" she takes a moment before answering.
"Do… do you want to give us a try? As a couple I mean…" I freeze. "Yes! Oh yes! Tell her yes!"
"I… I don't think that would be such a good idea, right now, kim." "WHAT!? You fucking idiot say yes! For the love of god say yes! Are you insane? Oh. Right. We are"
Her head snaps up. She has a dejected look in her eyes.
"Why? I thought you said…Oh. Of course why would you I mean of course you don't like me anymore after all I did." No. Great she is looking sad again.
"Kim. Kim look at me." I raise her chin with my hand. "Of course I still like you."
"Then why? I mean if…"I cut her off.
"For too many reasons, Kim. First and foremost we just went trough an emotional storm. Right now, if I were to give in to my feeling we would be laying on you bed, sans clothing." If her blush is any indication, that picture went right to her head, "but that's just me being a guy. And you? You just came back from a bad place. And you are trying to make things up to me. Easy choice remember?" she nods. She looks a little shamed. " We are not thinking straight right now. We are changing too fast, Kim. Both of us. We need to come to term with us as individual first, before diving into a relationship. Heck! I never been to a proper date and… I don't really want to point fingers, but your experience with boys so far sucks. Not counting Erik you only went out with Josh only, and that lasted what three dates. You know for such a hot girl..." another ferocious blush."… You suck with the opposite sex more than I do. Was I wrong at any point Kim?" she shakes her head while looking down, trying to hide her blush. I won't take any of it. Once more I raise her face to look at me. "I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, perhaps never will be, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that I love you, Kim. And you feel the same. I know it. You wouldn't have gone to such deep end if you felt anything less for me." her skin matching the color of her hair, but she isn't denying it. Good. " We are in love with each other, but we need to let thing settle down first, and get confortable with each other again, try to date someone else and understand what we really feel and what we want from ourselves. We owe each other more than a rushed up relationship made to cover up some guilt. I love you too much to hurt you this way. I don't want to hurt you, Kimberly, ever."
She smiles and light up her features. God, I want to kiss those lips so badly. But I most hold on. " The hell are you saying? Kiss her you dork! Common I know you want it badly remember I am you."
She embraces me sweetly before whispering in my ears.
"Thank you, Ron. For saving us from a big mistake. Thank you." We pull apart. As her arms leave my shoulder. I can't help but notice her wrist. I grab her arm before she has a chance to pull it away. She looks at me strangely before realizing "Ah! That is…"
"Also… if you love me or anybody in your family… Don't ever hurt yourself again. I don't want to live in a world that has no Kim Possible in it, ok?" I kiss the scar gently. The blush conquered her face more despite the few drops of tears in her eyes. I find myself in that hug again.
"I promise. I won't do it again." We pull apart again, and the tears are gone. Only smiles and happy faces from now on. Good. That's how things should always be.
"Shall we go?" I hint at the hatch with a nod of the head.
"Sure." She releases my hand that she was still holding from before." Tell me one more thing, Ron. Since when do you understand girls so well?" oh boy. She didn't get it, did she?
"I don't understand them at all, Kim. I understand you. And I've been running away for the better part of my life, so pretty I tell when someone is doing the same." This brings out a chuckle.
"So, Ron managed to cheer you up again, Kimmie." Anne is waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs. "It's good to hear you laugh again, Kim. I've missed it." the two embrace.
"I'm sorry if I made you worry, mom. It wont happen again."
"Silly girl. Worrying for their children is what parent do." Then she turns to me. "Thank you Ron. You saved my girl as usual. I really don't know what we would do without you." I can feel sincerity in her voice and takes a great effort not to hug her again.
"And you are never going to find out if I can help it, Anne." She saves me form the trouble of hugging her by hugging me first. Kim is looking at us with a questioning look. She isn't used to me calling her mom by her first name.
"Thank God for that Ronald. Thank God for that." I'm about to answer her when the door burst open by a worried James Possible.
"Anne! What happened? Is Kim all right? You didn't tell me…Oh my God!" .P is looking at me like Anne did before I showed up in her door. Well at least he doesn't faint. She releases me from her embrace and I stand in front of the man that I've some to think as a father. "Ronald?" he look at me then glances over my shoulder where Anne is standing, searching for confirmation. He must have found the answer he was hoping for because he looks back at me his eyes watery. He grabs my shoulder in an iron grip as if to confirm, that I'm not a ghost. "I don't know how this is possible, son but I'm glad that you are here."
"I'm glad as well." It's a whisper that only he can hear, but it's good enough. We guys don't like too much mushy stuff between us, and the hug is quickly broken.
"Oh! For the love of God. You can cry once you big softy." Anne is mocking her husband mercilessly, but she's trying to hold back the tears herself.
"Please Anne. I'm trying to keep some dignity here, and you're not helping at all."
"Don't bother .P, you can live pretty much without it. I'll guarantee you that. I mean, look at me. I gave up on mine after the third time I dropped my pants on Tv." The room goes into silence before everyone starts laughing, me included. The Buffoon is back and the audience is having fun. Now I really am at home. "Right! And with the funny interlude gone we can finally get down to business. I owe you guys and explanation and it's going to take some time. It's better if we get ourselves comfortable." They all nod.
"I'll make some coffee. Kim, would you mind grabbing some drinks? Jim,Tim. The snacks! This is a story that I don't want to miss." They all bolt in different direction while James leads me to the couch.
A few minutes later we settled ourselves in the couch and begin telling them the story. I tell them the whole story with a little more emphasis than the last time. I don't think they would heave believed me if I didn't have the scars to prove it. When I show them the scar on my chest that Legacy left behind after he got inside me, Anne goes in surgeon mode. I'm floored by questions about the test result that the hospital ran on me.
"All I know is that Legacy isn't acting like a parasite. Well it is acting like one, but he isn't hurting my body. It's actually keeping me healthy. Legion asked me to take care of it, they knew I had to die that night to do it. I mean, I was outnumbered and outclassed. It wasn't that hard to imagine. Thanks to Legacy I survive the whole event." I pat my chest. "I don't think it will harm me. I feel like its actually going to help me in the future. Right this is the reason why I can't have an artificial arm or eye. Dr. Stevenson told me that Legacy is working like my white cells; it might react badly to the presence of another artificial part. They are still looking into it."
"I can't believe that my Hephaestus is the source of this thing. Dear God Anne. I can't believe that our research were combined into… this." I don't want them to blame themselves for this.
" .P… James. It's not you fault. This might have been the best thing that ever happened to me. It saved my life. If it hadn't been for Legacy I would have died that night. Now I feel like I'm really your son." They are touched by my words, but they don't seem to take my opinion well.
" Thanks Ron, but you were part of this family before you had that thing in you body. If I had never created that stuff and Anne never published her work than…" I had enough with the guilt trips.
"I don't want you to blame yourselves for the Smurf crimes, ya hear? You are not responsible for his mistakes more than Kim is responsible for mine. Are we clear? Good." Their answer is a numb nod. They are all looking at me slaw jacked. Oh right. They aren't used to me being this assertive. Ah well. No use in worrying about it now. "Good. That's should be everything. I'm sorry that I can't tell you anymore about the sword, but it's safe. Trust me. Kim knows about it, well partially al least. I'd like to tell you about it but…"
"It's okay Ron. We understand that you were entrusted with a secret, and the fact that you are willing to keep it from us just proves how trustworthy you are. Don't worry about it."
"Thanks. That means a lot and… Oh shii… Err… look at the time. Betty is going to give the announcement any time now. This might be the only chance I'll get to sneak inside my house unnoticed. If our bets are right the reporters are going to be at the conference looking somewhere else. Kim, I hope you are ready for next Monday, school starts next Monday. When school opens again you can bet those wolves will be there to get a piece of us. I'll call you later. We should come up with a story. I don't want the media to chew you more than they already did." My concern brings a smile to Kim and Anne faces.
"Thank you, Ron. You are always looking out for me as usual. I appreciate it."
"I've got you back Kim. Don't ever forget it. Well, Possible Clan, I will see you some other day." I walk to the door with Kim. "Oh, Kim take this." I give her a brand new cell phone. "GJ newest gimmick. It's nowhere close to you Kimmunicator, but it has a high level encryption key. Only calls to the same type I mean. Sadly Wade's lair was trashed and it will take him a while to get back to the same point as before. Last I've heard GJ was sponsoring him, but I'm not sure how long it will take him."
"Yea. Thanks Ron. Again and Again for everything."
"Don't mention it." I give her a chaste kiss on the cheek. A slight blush rewards me. That's extremely cute. "Possible Clan, I'll see you soon. Later!" And I slip out the door before James can threaten me with a trip to the closest black hole.
Finally I'm outside my house. Home sweet home. I open the front door. I have a dread feeling as I enter my home. And I was right.
"OH FUCK!"
Possible House
Kim
He left. I'm standing here in the hallway with my face burning from the embarrassment. That…that…argh!. He had to kiss me in front of my family.
"Kimberly?" Mom is calling me and she seems worried. Dad on the couch has th every same look. The twins don't want to even look at me.
"What is it, Mom?"
"Come, follow me into the kitchen." And we head into the next room. "Listen Kim, I know that you are happy that Ron is Okay, and that you are feeling certain emotions right now, but…" Uh? What is she getting at?
"I'm not following you, Mom."
"What I'm saying is… well you shouldn't rush into things, ok? Feeling are tricky, and the two of you…" I can't help, but chuckle.
"Mom. You got it all wrong."
"Oh? Don't give me that. I saw the way you looked at him." I can feel my face flared up.
"MOM! It's not like that. Well it is like that, but we spoke up there, ok? Not only about what happened, but the future as well. About us."
"Reeeally? And what conclusion did you guys reach, exactly?" she crosses her arms, and look at me with a smug look waiting to hear some juice gossip.
"Well, he pretty much said we shouldn't rush thing and... and…." I can't help, but recall his face and his words. My face is burning.
"Yes..?" she raises an eyebrow with an enquiring look.
"I... I actually asked him to date me and he… her turn me down." Not exactly what she expected.
" Really? That's odd. I'm pretty sure that he had a thing for you. And that kiss before leaving…"
"Mom. Please. It's not… it's not that he doesn't like m. At least that what he said… it's just… he said that we were too confused about each other to get into a relationship. Ah! For the moment at least." My voice is nothing but a whisper, so only mom can possible hear. " He actually said that he loves me too much to hurt me in a rushed relationship." If I get any redder I'm going to burst.
" For real? Did he say it like that? Ron?" I know. It surprise me too.
"Yeah. He was actually pretty smooth with world up there. He said that he had been thinking about it for at least a few weeks. Mom, I'm so confused. When he told me that he loves me… I felt… I don't know what I felt but it was wonderful. I was happy… and I was scared. I'm actually ok about thinking things slow, but I'm nit! Do I even make sense anymore" she smiles at me softly.
"You do Kim. Its call being in love. I'm relived that Ron was wise enough to take the time to sort thing out. You should do the same as well, ok? He's alive Kim. you have all the time to make thing tight. In whatever direction you are going with him." I nod. "Good"
"He… saved me, Mom. He saved me. From myself. He always did. He.. He's my hero." She looks at me with such love in her eyes.
"He saved us all Kim. This family. We still have a long road ahead of us, but we can make it. So yes. I guess he is our hero, isn't he?" he is. He really is." Let's get back. That press conference is about to begin. I swear I'm going to strangle that women for not telling is about Ron."
"Me too. Let's go. I want to hear what they say."
We reach the others waiting in front of the TV. Dr. Director is talking to the press. "… for these reason we could not divulge the fact that Mr. Ron Stoppable is in fact alive and well." Ack. We missed the beginning. The conference room is in uproar. The reporters are screaming questions over question, but Dr. Director doesn't seem willing to feed the sharks. Finally order is restore and the conference proceeds. "For security reason we cannot divulge his location at the moment. Questions?"
A woman in the crowd stand up and asks "What about the involvement of Miss Possible? Is there specific reason why she did not participate in that night's event? What about the rumors about he fallout between team members." A familiar feeling of guilt creeps up in my stomach.
"I'm not in the position to comment on that. As far a I know there has been some kind of miscommunication between Mr. Stoppable and Miss Possible. Furthermore, Miss possible was being held captive along with her schoolmates during that night. I don't see how she could take part in the raid at Bueno Nacho HQ." Did…did Ron worry about me? even after I hurt him? oh God. I have really been a fool.
Another person, a man this time raises from the crowd.
"I have on a very good basis that Mr. Stoppable and Miss Possible had a 'very heated discussion' earlier that night previous to that night's even, and the involvement of another boy. Care to enlighten is about that?" Ouch. The mention of Erik still hurts. How could I have picked that…that...thing over Ron.
"I don't have anything to say about that. The sentimental interaction of teenagers is not the concern of Global Justice." Way to go Betty. But you are right is none of their business after all.
"then what exactly is the concern of Global Justice lately? It strike us as mildly ironic the fact that one of those teenagers you don't concern yourself with, had to merit of closing the gap of you shortcoming." Too true. Luckily the focus seems to drift away from Ron and me.
"While I don't wish to deny our responsibility in the nights event, I'm saddened to say that Global Justice was not able the respond to the threat until it was too late. While Mr. Stoppable informed us about Dr. Lipsky plan, a very unbelievable plot if you think about, we were not able to act until he had made his move. All transaction made by Dr. Lispky in the acquisition of Bueno Nacho enterprise was legal. It gave us no ground to proceed leally until it was too late. We are extremely grateful to Mr Stoppable for his contribution that night. While we cannot repay him in any way, we are actively working together to prevent any similar threats." A new buzz goes through the crowd.
" Are you saying that Mr. Stoppable, a minor, has join the ranks og Global Justice?"
"Absolutely not. No minor can join Global Justice Mr. Stoppable will cooperate with us as a consultant in dealing with non-standard threats."
"And what exactly do you classify as a non-standard threat?"
"We define a non-standards threat to individuals who do not associate themselves with known terroristic groups, and therefore harder to track. I'm saddened to say that Mr. Stoppable had developed valuable skills in tracking and neutralizing threats such as this. His cooperation will be fundamental in creating new laws that will allow Global Justice to act under circumstances where we would be otherwise be unable to do, without compromising that rights of the citizens."
"What about Dr. Lipsky? Do you think he will be given the death penalty?" Eh? Are they going to kill him just like that?
"It's not my place to make such statement. He will be on trial in front of the UN in the next month. He has been charge with 'crimes against humanity'. Should those charges stick the consequences will be extreme. But that decision is left to the jury. Any other questions?" another women stands up from the crowd
"You said that you could not confirm Mr. Stoppable was alive due to safety mesures. Yet the criminal know as Shego, Dr. Lipsky most trusted operative, is till at large. How does it fit your statement that there are no more threats against Mr. Stoppable Life?"
"Miss Shego is merely a hired hand. Her loyalties don't go so far as to risk capture for the sake of revenge. While she is till wanted for her involvement in the Diablo Invasion she is not considered a high priority target. Next question?"
"Is there any chance that Mr. Stoppable will be available for an interview any time soon?"
"Despite what you may think, I'm not Mr. Stoppable agent. However I am aware that he is schedule for a press conference next week. That's all I know. Anything else? Then we are finish. Good day"
The press conference is over. There is going to be a lot to deal with in the coming days. He will need my help. Now more then ever, and I am not going to let him down this time. I owe him that much.
But I have to deal with my own problems first. The tweebs are still avoiding me like the plague. I pin the down before they go into the basement. A gesture they don't appreciate.
"What do you want?" their tone full of hatred.
"I-I'd like to speak with you guys."
"Pity. We don't want to speak with you."
"B-but…" they slam the door in my face. This is going to be difficult. I can't complain I deserve this. Their grudge might be childish but they are right. No matter how Ron tried to take responsibilities upon himself I can't deny my share. But I wont give up. I need to face the consequences of my selfishness and arrogance. It hurts, but I wont let it hold me back. Ron is depending on me, and I wont let him down a second time.
"Kimmie-cub." Dad is calling me from the hallway. I make my way to him leaving the twins room behind. I see him on the couch waiting for me. His holding two cups of coffee one for him and the other one for me. I'm about to take a sip when dad speaks." Give them some time Kimmie. They will come around eventually." His words bring me some comfort. Not enough to dispel the cold feeling inside my stomach.
"I certainly hope so dad. I screw up big time. I-I don't know any of you are still able to look at me. What I did was…" he cuts me off.
" A mistake Kimberly. One of those thing all humans make. But no matter how many you make we will still love you. Don't question that kimmie."
"Thank you dad. Thank you. I-I want you to know that I'm really sorry about…you know"
"Yes I know. Listen up Kimberly and listen well. I lost my job due to Drew inability to grow past juvenile grudges, and I almost lost a son and a daughter as well. I don't want you to punish yourself anymore than you already have. Ron is back, and like he always has he will protect you no matter what. I owe the boy a lot. He brought you back when I thought I lost you forever. Never forget how much we love you." I give him a bone-crushing hug. I never realize how lucky I am.
Mom is looking at us the happiest face I've ever seen. The road ahead is long and difficult, but I'm not alone anymore. I know that now.
Shego
Two weeks in this hellhole makes me want to kill myself. There is nothing interesting on Tv. Always with the same song, Dr. D trail and the whole Diablo's invasion. The plan was actually good, I couldn't figure it out so is must have been good. Then the sidekick came. He played me. The fucking sidekick played me. Deception should be my weapon and yet a teenager who never shined for intellect beat me at my own game.
….
But it's not the I lost that hurts. The cheerleader kicked my ass plenty of time. No, what really pains me is that I begged. Me I've never begged. By he made me beg like a dog. Twice. Shit! I've got nightmare about the day for month after it.
"Sidekicks need to know their place. Riiight?"
I couldn't get close to a pool for months after without trembling.
"let's make things clear Shego. I don't lightly to those who oppose me. You either work for me or you don't work at all. Are you with me here?"
"*SPLASH* GASP* Yes!*COUCH*Yes! Please… I'll do whatever you want… just… please! Let me out of here."
I loathe him. the only person I hate more than myself. How could I allow him to turn me into that… that…Grr… but what can I do bout it? He's dead. Even if he wasn't there is nothing I could do. That night when I saw him coming down the stairs I wanted to burn his ass, but I couldn't. Something told me if I took things too far I wouldn't even have the chance to regret it. There was something in his eyes that reminded me nothing of the buffoon or even Zorpox. I hate myself. I hate myself. I can't believe myself. Did I actually felt attracted to that… clown? Still, I can't deny it. When out eyes met on stairs, before leaving, for a split of a second I wanted to…urgh!
I got away lightly compare to Dr. D. If I had dragged his ass out I would be sharing a cell with him. I have never seen such mobilization. I guess we went too far this time. I just hope I won't be found here. I can pretty much slip out at night and be back here with food and drinks.
Ah! How the mighty have fallen. I use to break in the most guarded place in the world and steal the most priceless artifacts. Now here I am. Sneaking like a dog just to get some food. With the bounty on my head I can't go anywhere without being shot first. I guess we had it coming. Trying to break up Team Possible was the worst idea ever. There is no use crying over spill milk he is dead.
Well let's check the news. I hope there is something juice. Let's see… News, news, news. Hey isn't that Dr. Director? Did something big happen again? Is it about Dr. D?
"… for these reasons we ca could not divulge that fact that Mr. Stoppable was in fact alive…." Eh the buffoon is alive? "For security reasons we cannot divulge his location at the moment…"
oh shit! I got get out of here.
*CLACK*
"OH FUCK!"
Stoppable's Home
Ron
"uhh… Hello Stoppable, good to see you alive and…ah….ah…" an intense moment of awkwardness, then my mind kicks is.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?" I step inside slamming the door behind me. "Have you come to finish the job? Well I'm not going to…..uh?" The image finally sinks in. she's wearing my red jersey, and what I assume black shorts. it shows her long smooth legs. "She looks good enough to eat. Why can't my clothes look that good on me." Yea I wonder why. "What is the meaning of this." I try my hardest not to stare at her long legs.
"Uhmmmm. It's a long story, you see…"
"Wait. Now that I think about I really don't care. Get the hell out of here!" she looks around trying to decided the best course of action. "I'm not kidding, Shego. Get the fuck, before I throw you out or I call GJ." Her lost look flicker away and replace by her usual snarling behavior.
"You sure got some ball to talk to me like that. Think you can order me around, Buffoon?" "ohhh? Is she looking for a fight?" "You think that you can take me on like that?" she point at my arm. "You can barely survive with all you limbs. You think you'll do better with one arm? Are you out…of you…mind..?" after a long time I finally have a reason to let the Jester have some fun. I let 'The Grin' conquer my face as ' The Buffoon' give up control to 'The Jester.
"As a metter of fact, Shego, I am! Do you want to discover how much? You really haven't learn you place Sidekick." The amusement in my voice is all the incentive she needs to trigger her powers. The room is washed by green glow.
"No! I won't let you! STAY BACK!" Despite her bold attitude she is obviously scared. I take in the sight if the bandages around her arm and legs. She winces when I look at her body. She's weakened and scared.
Sigh. I would like so much to smack her pretty face again. 'Even as the Jester I am still myself. I can't beat up a wounded person. " we are too much of a good guy. Fine spoil sport."
The Jester fades away. He won't come out unless he can have some fun. Shego looks at me oddly, like she is finally convince that I am insane. Took her long enough to figure that one.
"W-what are you doing? What the hell is wrong with you?" I step forward and closer to her. She shift a little lower not without some pain. I'm almost in front of her when I turn left and head to the kitchen. I come out a minute later with two bottles of juice. She is still standing there in the same position. She's probably expecting me to attack her at the last minute. I completely disregard her and walk to the couch. I place the stuff in my hands on the table before making myself confortable. In the meanwhile she must have understood that I won't be attacking her. "Stoppable…What are you doing?" she standing straighter now and her hands are glowing softer.
"Trying to prove just how insane I am. Sit I'll listen to your story. Kicking you out is wiser and easier; I'll take my chances by listening what you have to say. I would say make yourself confortable, but I can see that you already have." she's totally lost by my behavior. Is he still trying to figure out if this is a trap?. " I must admit messing with her mind is fun."
Finally she douses her flames. She walks around to sit in front of me. She sits legs crosses on the other side. It takes some effort not to stare at her legs. She's smirking. Busted.
"So… care to explain why you are in my house?" she looks at me with the typical 'Duh' expression.
"I was hiding, obviously."
"Hiding? Hiding form whom? Oh wait! Are you telling me that you came to hide from GJ? When you are wanted for the plot that supposedly killed me? And I'm supposed to be out of my mind?" she looks at me sheepish.
" Yeah well…. I found myself lacking better options and….. This is pretty much the closest thing to the crime scene without actually being the crime scene. Who would ever look for me here? I have almost been undisturbed for the past two weeks and a half." Ehhh?
"W-what? You've been hiding here that long? B-but this place should have been crawling with reports and GJ agents. Plus my parent must have come by sometimes before leaving for Europe… are you telling me no one notice you?"
"Pretty much. Like those reports could ever catch a glimpse of me. And you are actually expecting GJ to be competent at something. ? When your parent came around I sneaked out to you tree house till they left."
" I am surrounded by idiots…" perhaps associating with GJ wasn't the best choice.
"Welcome to my life Stoppable. Even if that sounds odd coming from you." I cant deny that.
"Anyway, why are you wearing my clothes? Where is you usual jumpsuit?" she seems a little embarrassed at that.
"You see… it had a few incidents and I didn't have anything else to wear."
"But why my stuff? Why not something from my mother?"
"Yeah. Because that would have been smart. Think Stoppable if she came by and finds something missing what would she thing? Now at the rate you loose your pants who would have notice." That actually makes sense.
"And the food? Wouldn't any one notice that missing?"
"Not at all. I usually sneak at night and grab a bite. I usually kept myself in the attic. When you parent didn't comeback I stated to relax, and that why you found me in front of the TV." We stare at each other in silence. "So what Now?"
"You have to leave obviously. I should rat you out to the authorities, but considering how that worked in the past I can spare myself the effort. Fighting you is out of the question. I just got out of the hospital, and I'm not planning going back there. There are some scary people I don't want to see anytime soon. So I'm giving you a chance to talk out."
"Errr….No?" uhh.
"Pardon me, but that wasn't a request."
"Hmmm…. Can I stay here?" then after a moment…"please?"
"Eh… Hellooo-oh! We are enemies remember. You wanted criminal. Me hero. Why the hell should I let you stay here."
"Because of you don't, ill die." Didn't se that one coming.
"what are you talking about."
"Take a look out there. There has never been a mobilization this big against me. If they get their hand on me I'm gong to be killed, instead of getting that mockery of a trail Drew is getting. All my account are frozen. The liars are exposed, and I have a bounty on my head so big that any contact with the underworld would rather rat me out than help me. Look at this…" she says it with disdain. "… to try to ask for help, and I found an army waiting for me." tough luck, bitch. There is still something she isn't telling me.
"Why should I care?" she's taken back by my response. "You obviously had it coming, why shouldn't I call GJ and cash in the bounty. There aren't many upsides in helping you Shego. So tell me what exactly do I gain from helping you? Should I remind you that harboring a criminal is a serious offence?" she looks around trying to find something worth to trade with me. looks like she came up with something. She's biting her lip trying to suppress her pride.
"I'll do whatever you want… if you let me stay here here….I'll even have sex with you.."
Ah.
Isee.
….
"WHAAAT!? Bu….but… are you serious?" she nods.
"It's not like I have much of a choice. Either I stay here or I'm dead."
"B…be it as it may… why would I even be interested?" poor attempt. She saw right through it. I am completely interested. She's smirking. Not the usual amused smirk. She gets up and walk over closer.
"Oh, come on. You think I didn't notice? The way you eyes kept running on me legs all this time. And all those times you kept staling glances while I was fighting princess. You know you want a piece of me." I'm shrinking into the sofa. "You might get some money or you could have…" she runs her hand on her side, raising her shirt almost to her breast, shoving a pale, alluring green skin. "…this." The last words is whispered in me ear. I can feel the blood flowing in all the wrong places. HOLD IT! HOLD IT! FLOW BACK TO THE BRAIN!
"Are you willing to go that far, Shego?" I push her back enough to look at her in the eyes. "Are you that hopeless that you would rather slut yourself with me?" I speak in an even tone. It's really difficult to keep the lust from dripping in my voice. She looks dejected.
"You think I like it? to do that with you of all people?" she's back on the couch and she's holding her knees to he chest, not looking at me. " there is not much I can do. I've lost everything. I'm alone."
"Have you done this before? Trading you body for favors?" her eyes snap at me with blazing fury. She didn't like my tone.
"So what if I have?" she's snarling. "Don't look at me like that you know nothing about me. I might have gone around trading sex for small favors, but it was my decision. Don't look down on me. I wont let anyone look down on me" she's back on her feet with her hands glowing. I stand up ready to defend myself, but she doesn't attack. The glow fades and she's back on the couch.
*SIGH* I've really hit rock bottom to be rejected even by you. Would you believe it? Ahh… forget it. I'm out of here." She get up and walks away. She's almost a the food when…
"Deal. I'll help you." id I really just said that.
She spins around and looks at me. "What?"
"You heard me. I accept you deal." She walks back to me slowly grabbing the hem of her shirt. She's about to pull if over when my hand stops her. We look at each other for a moment.
"I said I don't want you pity." I shake my head.
"It's not pity. It's respect." She looks at me oddly.
"What is there to respect in this?" she's doesn't believe me. I can hardly blame her.
"It's not my place to judge you for your choices. I 'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I actually respect the fact that you didn't deny them. You didn't run away from your choices. You stood you ground with pride even when others might judge you. that's something I respect."
"That's just so cute, but then what are in for?" I smirk. 'The Jester' Kind of smirk.
"You said that you would do anything I'd want. Good. Are you still in." she nods if a little confuse. " Congratulations then. From now on, shego, you work for me."
"W-what? What do you mean? What do you expect me to do?" she doesn't like the fact that I'm in control.
"Whatever I ask you, whenever I ask. That's what you said, right? Eve-ry-thing! Staring now."
"W-what do I have to do?" I just love messing with her. Serves her right for messing with my hormones.
"My first order is…Trust me" She blinks a couple of times.
"I'm not good at trusting people."
"Well then… You'd better learn quick, cause I'm calling GJ." She jumps back.
"B-but you said…."
"I said trust me. Got it?" she's looking around for all possible escapes. Then she looks back at me, staring in my eye, and then she nods reluctantly. Good.
I push the quick call button on my cell. It ring a couple of times before some pick up.
"Betty? It's Ron."
"Ron. So good to ear you. Did you watch the press conference?"
"Actually, I didn't had the chance. I've barely got home and I've stumble into a level two threat. The green type. Right in my house. We really need to discuss security once more, you and me.
"WHAT? Is she still there? I'm SENDING A TEAM RIGHT NOW."
"Save it. I don't need a team. I need you. In person. Alone. And yes she is still here by the way. she's not hostile."
"Ron this is very irregular. Are you sure? The rules in this case are…"
"Screw the rules, Betty. Rules are the reason I had to do you job, so save it. since the conference is over drag yourself over here. There are some stuff we need to discuss, the three of us. I'll be waiting for you." without waiting for an answer I hang up.
"Was that Betty Director? As in GJ leader? And you speak to her like that? What wrong with the world?"
"I've been asking that same question lately."
"What's you plan?" she's definitely curious about it. I can't blame her.
"You can't hide forever. You'll have to go out eventually.
"So what? What do you expect me to do?" the grin on my face widens.
"You are going to turn yourself in."
"WHAT? Are you out of you mind."
"Calm down. I don't plan to let them take you to jail. We will come up with something better to keep you out. Something like cooperating with the good guys. It's going to be tricky, but I've been pulling off some very impossible shit lately. With the Help of the best chance we have"
"We"? Since when is there a 'WE' Stoppable?"
"Since I accepted you deal. Your skills are far too valuable to let them rot."
"Oh? Is this inly about my skills?" there is a playful tone in her voice.
"well… the fact that you are extremely hot might help you situation. Just a little, mind you." she's smirking again in full force now.
"Then tell me honestly. Why did you turn me down? I did not put a limit to the number of things you could ask me" There is curiosity in her voice.
"Shego, you might be ok with trading sex for favors, but it's not my style to trade favors for sex. That just not me. if I'm really going to do that with you sometime in the future I'd rather like you to do it of you own free will." now she is definitely amused.
"Oh, really? You actually believe that you can seduce me into having sex with you? are you even going to try?" Oh she's challenging me. ok ill play her game. I let some of 'the Jester' slip into my consciousness. I step forward and grab her by her waist, embracing her tightly, before whispering in her ear.
"Maybe I will, maybe I wont. It's not like I have anything to loose, right? Like it or not.. you belong to me and by you own admission, you can't run away. You are stuck with me." I let her go and she steps back wide eyes.
"You-you could simply ask me to…"
"Yes, Yes I could. But where would be the fun in that.?" I'm just so cool. "Cheer up, Shego. It's going to be a lot of fun from now on. I'll guarantee it."