Kim sat on the end of the hovercars cargoarea. Which made a good transport since it had three rows of always two seats.
"Ron why did you cut me out earlier?" She asked Ron, who sat beside her.
"I heard something and missed it because you said something in that moment." He explained.
"And why did you do the call anyway?"
"Because...look KP Henry said I should phone that chief and...you aren't me right? I mean you were once but not now."
"But I told you to give me the phone!" Kim said while sounding a bit confused.
"I...(he looked down) didn't want to disappoint Henry. I mean cause of not doing what he says and stuff."
"Really? Why?"
"You saw what he was about to do with Shego! And I mean if that guy can make Drakken and me work together?"
That confused her even more. "So you think he's a better leader than me?"
Ron staggered for a moment: "Ummm. No. It's just... he seems to know what he's doing and-"
"I don't know what I'm doing then?" She narrowed her eyes at him. Again.
He waved his arms and sought for words. Then he stopped. "No...yes-I mean. Look KP it's just that-"
"I'm listening Ron."
He sighed. "It's just...you're...a good chearleader."
Kim frowned. "So?"
"It's just... he makes me do things whose sense I understand without bossing me around all the time an- I mean you don't bos-"
"Aha. (She looked away) So it's true what Wade said. You're braking up with me then?"
His eyes widened: "NO! You're the best friend in the world! KP... Our world saving stuff is just not the same you see?"
"Oh. (She rolled her eyes) We're not saving the world then?" She let her chin sink on an elbow and looked at the landscape.
"Ummmmm. Just not the way we usually do. And... we don't fight against weird scientists! I would never leave you alone!"
"Oh." She still didn't look at him. Until a hand carefully touched her chin. She turned and looked into Ron's very worried face.
"KP I saw...very bad things happen to people and I don't want the same happen to you. You're my best friend! I couldn't live without you!"
Her face softened a bit. "What do you mean bad things?" He looked a bit to the ground at that. She followed with her head and saw a small tear forming in his eye. She came a a bit closer and he looked at her a bit shocked. "Ummm. KP...just..."
"What Ron? You can tell me anything you know that." He straightened his face, took a deep breath and spoke: "That...that big thing-and-it-came closer...and I kept shooting at it and..." Shooting? You shot at something?
Kim looked at him with softer eyes at that moment. Then he suddenly hugged her and started to sob: "It...Killed Lonnie and Bonnie's mom and almost us all too and we ran and it slashed at Lonnie and shot Helen and and..." She closed her arms around his back and started to pad it carefully. Her face was still filled with surprise at Ron's outbreak. Ron cries? Now THAT is something unusual.
"I-I don't want to lose you Kim!" So that's why he did that all... and stupid me thinks he brakes with me. How should he?
"And and Henry said more come to town and stronger and more and-" Kim made a shhh sound and laid his head on her shoulder. After a minute Ron stopped sobbing and she let him sit again.
"Sorry Ron I over...reacted. Wade's right that I boss you around too much. And... I saw weird stuff too, Ron."
He sniffed. "What for stuff?"
Kim closed her eyes and brought back the pictures. "Cops who were no cops, attack that criminal and..."
"Just take a deep breath that helps." Ron suggested. She did as said.
"And then these cops get butchered by that criminal but before it gets to me the criminal comes and shoots himself!"
Ron arched a brow. "How?" You're not asking why? Maybe he's beyond saying I'd be crazy. One good thing from that bodyswitch.
"First he was faster and stronger than Shego and killed the swat-men and took a shot without stopping. Then it gets hit by something and that guy stands there with a shotgun and shoots at...itself!"
Ron nodded and kept looking at her. I love these eyes...always so nice and caring and- NOOO! Focus not now and not again!
Kim looked to the ground and then up into his eyes again. Before losing herself inside them she went on: "That thing got hit again and then he slammed his rifle into it, shot and it died. And on the ground lay some sort of...skelleton with SOOO long claws!"
She moved her hand from an elbow to the other. Ron's eyes widened. He doesn't believe me!
"Mine had a 2 meter long scorpion's tale and a huge blade that cut through concrete." He said. Oh yeah great Ron. Sarcasm won't help!
She sighed and he touched her shoulder. She looked up in confusion and he continued:
"I'm serious! And some huge cannon on its shoulder that shot a beam through the wall and into town! And strange crab's legs, too!"
Kim quietly whistled. "And... the two cops that helped me in hun- finding that fugitive...they..." Kim stopped. Ron sensed that he would see Kim cry for the first time in his life. She took a deep breath and he said before she could speak: "It's okay Kim you don't have to-"
"I want it out. They hung at the ceiling without organs and only skeletons and everywhere blood and everywhere...blood."
Silence came for over a minute. Kim didn't cry what surprised Ron. Instead she only lay her head on his shoulder and said:
"Let's never fight again okay?" Ron nodded and lay and arm around her. Then he quickly withdrew it but Kim held it there and leant a bit closer to Ron. He'll understand it isn't meant... that way. I mean we switched brains once! And he's so smooth. She sighed happily.
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"Hey where's Drakken?" Shego shouted from the drivers seat. The three GI's didn't respond because they were engulfed in some sort of cardplay that required three players. Ron and Kim where sitting closely and the two GJ agents sat there and looked around quietly. The man with the sniperrifle and Dr. Director sat in the last row and held chitchat. She giggled at something he said. Where is the idiot?
"Where is Drakken?" She repeated while looking back to the front.
"The blue man right?" The cook shouted from what seemed to be a bench she hadn't seen into. "Not here." Director said. NOT HERE?
Shego hit the brakes hard enough to make everyone crash into the frontseats and one of the old soldiers was about to complain when she shouted: "Everyone out I'm driving back to get Drakken!"
"What? We are to walk?" The other gang-boy with the rifle shouted.
"Right and if you don't hop off now I'll-"
"Shego that wasn't among the deal!" 'Commander' Ron said angrily.
"Oh sorry for interrupting your cuddling!" Shego snapped back and smiled as Ron quickly took seat with a red face. Yeah yeah teenboy.
Everyone except Shego jumped off and Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator. The last thing Shego heard before she sped away was:
"What do you mean Gunfire-"
"I swear I'm gonna KILL that idiot! This is the last time I let him go with that!" That moron why the hell did he stay? He should know I drive as soon as I'm in the car! Shego was truly pissed. When earlier would have been just "one of her moments" this was the worst one.
Or maybe he stayed because I shouted at him so much... Maybe- She flicked the radio on to get her thoughts away.
"This is Ann Rider LIVE from the Middleton Hospital where a huge Gunfight takes place! Terrorism? Stay tuned and you will know!"
Huge gunfight? Oh no Drakken is there- "Police is on the scene! Obviously this is a major attack of an unknown force! Multiple sounds of firearms are comming from the upper floors. Officer what do you say?" Suddenly the voice changed: "Ermmm we-" Old voice again:
"There you have it! Police is clueless and ceartainly outnumbered! But where are special forces? Occupied with another part of this series of heavy attacks on Middletons innocent residents? Stay tuned!" Shego switched the radio off.
I hope Drakken is safe. He wouldn't be there if I hadn't shouted at him! Stupid me! Why do I always shout at him anyway? He only tried to be nice this time... he only talks nonsense every other time. And why would he bother about if I get embarrassed or not? I'm always at the bad end because of his not working stuff. Although... I always shout at him when something doesn't work.
An unsettling feeling spread out in her stomach. She drove over a crossing without watching on the traffic. Uhh bad I almost crashed. Should keep my thoughts from Drakken away. I wonder if he's injured? Or maybe even...de- NO no the doc's fine. I hope... Oh why didn't I look around to count? This isn't the first time I forget him somewhere. And that time at smartymart was the harmless one.
---
"Shego I told you to HALT them both and not to concentrate on HER!" Drakken shouted at Shego. She quickly snapped back:
"Your stupid thing wouldn't have worked anyway!"
"WHAT? I made SEVEN testruns and it worked everytime!" He shouted back as they slowly moved through the cold snow. Both shivered and they only had one blanket. The one Drakken had grabbed before the selfdestruction blew up the lair. Of course, Shego had token it from him. But it was still freakishly cold.
"Why the heck do you always have to buy lairs somewhere distant like in HIMALAYA?" She screamed at him.
"Because... regular police can't go to that far places! You know we lose to their guns!" He said in a defending tone.
"YOU maybe slow boy! Not ME!" She kept yelling at him all the time.
"But Shego! What if you get...shot?" He said with concern in his voice. Before she could snap back at him another heavy wind punched pure hatefilled cold into them. Both shuddered much. It was still way to go to their hidden hangar.
"And why the hell do we have to WALK one MILE to our hangar?"
"Ummm... So that they don't find our car and...cut off our retreat!" He remarked carefully. She just rolled her eyes. They marched on for a few minutes when she noticed that Drakken wasn't at her height anymore. She turned around and couldn't see him through the snowstorm. Shego narrowed her eyes. Still no Doctor. She was about to panic when a thin shape trotted towards her and suddenly fell. She ran to it and saw Drakken only more a few meters away as he weakly tried to get up again.
"Maybe I should let him have the blanket for the rest..." She thought loudly.
"C-Can I hav- blanket? Just for a m-mminute?" He stammered through gritted teeth.
"No." He looked devastated at that.
"Maybe we can share I-It? Would be good 'cause of bodywarmth a-"
"No. Now move, YOU put the hangar there not me!"
They quietly marched further while the cold ate into their bodies. Shego had lit up her hands a bit and warmed herself by that. And by the blanket. While Drakken had none of both. Finally they reached the hangar and Shego got into the car. She shivered heavily and closed the roof by pressing a button. Without moving around or looking she sped on. She had noticed that he was off when the henchmen contacted her over Radio:
"Doctor? Did it work?"
"This is Shego, NO!"
"Shouldn't the Doctor operate the radio while you drive?"
"No the doctor isn't...isn't...oh no-"
Six hours later she found the unconscious Drakken lying inside the hangar underneath an overthrown hovercar. The deathray pistol, a few pieces of working bench lumber and some seatfurniture lay before him shining a weakly red fire among many burned corn-beef doses that he hadn't been able to open. Not even with hits from his deathray. A distress beacon weakly glimmed its red light among the badly done fire that had burnt down. Drakken had, more by luck, somehow survived that day. But that took its price: He almost lost his hands and feet due to frost, had lost about fourteen kilogramms of weight and 3 of muscle because his body had have had nothing to burn. Also he had been in coma for over one month and had still been very sick after that for two weeks. And everytime one of the henchmen saw Shego hatefilled looks greeted her. Sometimes even "Murderer!" shoutings came. During these one and a half months Shego had been nothing but a ghost with a constantly lowered head and sad face. She knew it had been her fault. And, for maybe once in her life, Shego had not been sarcastic and mean to everyone she met.
To her luck Drakken pretended to don't remember anything except that he had been very sick for two weeks.
And Shego had never appologized for that, neither had she thanked him for his forgiveness.
---
Maybe I should be a bit nice to him. And a "Sorry" won't be that difficult to say...I just hope he's still allright. I couldn't stand losing him. I still don't know where to go to... Wait! I am THAT depending on him? Maybe I should show him a bit more that I need him too. And I can still not believe he didn't take advantage of me during that mindcontrol thing. AND while that moodulator was on me. AND when I was in hospital...and...all the other times I needed him. I never thanked him for that...instead I just shouted at him all the time. I still don't get it why I'm not fired. Sure he doesn't have good henchmen and lairs but...
The car arrived at the hospital's parkinglot, which lay behind the building. Sirens filled the air with terrible howling. Loud noises came through the floors every now and then. It didn't sound as terrible as Shego had imagined. Sometimes a krrrrrrr and from time to time something that resembled a dry whiplash.
"Well Doc, here goes nothing." She went in and was amazed from what the hall looked like. Absolutely clean. Before her was a T-crossing. She sneaked towards it as something moved into view among the corridor. It was a black shape. Isn't that...yes I remember...
"HEY! You saw Doctor D?" She shouted and it turned the head, looked at her with red blazes, turned its body and raised a hefty weapon. Oh shit! Shego jumped to the side as loud noises came and grey lances sped past where her body had been earlier. She rolled and went into fighting stance.
"But Shego! What if you get...shot?" It ringed in her head. If that guy still hates me fine, but shooting is out of the line.
She looked around the corner to see that it was gone. She frowned. Then something happened behind her. She turned to see black dusk coming up from the ground. It rose to a pillar of a man's height and she stepped back. Then the black shape seemed to form out of the dusk. Her eyes widened and she stepped around the corner. What IS that thing? Why is it so fast? And how does it that dusktrick? Shego realised that it might be better ro run this time. If that thing has the same armour and better guns...
"Oh yeah If this would be a real battle I wou-" "Be dead." Whatever that thing is it's stronger and faster than that guy.
She ran towards the floor and heard small clucking noises. Instinctivly Shego threw herself to the ground. It proved to be the right thing since a loud krrrrrrr came and lances flew over her head. She felt them whoosh by with ugly whistling noises and a mean airstream marked their flightpaths. Something she had once seen in a movie came to her mind. She obeyed the memory and rolled to the left. Again the sound and ugly lances came and hit marble and plaster, smashed holes into the ground, threw up scatters that platsched into the walls with unnervingly tenacious sounds and left only a devastated line of a dozen fist-thick holes. She rolled further when lumber scattered behind her and rounds crushed through the wood- and plasticmade movable closet behind her. Something hot ran through right shoulder and lower leg making her impact on the ground immediatly. A painfull scream came as she felt the searing fire in her body. Noises came closer:
"Survivors!"
But the noises were further away than the ones her nemesis made. Shego tried to move on the ground but it didn't work. Every time any of her muscles tensed it felt more painfull then anything Kim had ever done to her. With an uplit left hand she lay there, the right was numb and hang from the shoulder like a piece of lumber. Any thought of escape was passed away by the numbing fire in her leg. But not only that numbed her out.
It came around a corner and just stared into her. Something cold gripped inside her, fighting the pain inside the body. And fighting her. Shego tried to concentrate as something made her cry: A picture of Drakken lying in snow, unmoving and more blue than unusual. A small tear started to run down her cheek as she screamed for Drakken to come and save her. It seemed to feast, to feed on her outbreak of emotions.
"I won't let you see me like this!" Shego spat at it as another picture of her, as a theirteen year old girl crying on a bench, appeared in her. Again she screamed for her blue doctor while she shot a green bolt into its red flaring eyes. One of the red orbs vanished and showed blank darkness behind where it had been earlier. Any emotion inside her, any memory, everything she had controlled and held away from everyone, came to strange life. Inside her. It felt like a small and almost dead flower blossomed in hyperspeed. Somewhere she had tried to lock it all away, far away from everyone. Even from Drakken, who she learned to trust over the years. Again she called his name this time more desperate. Whatever it was, and however it fought, it was close to victory. A dry sound, somewhere in her far far away mind, rang.
The shape came closer to her with a constantly raised weapon. Shego felt the pressure inside her getting higher the closer it came. Another bolt flew, which costed her another big chunk of concentration and willpower, and molt the front of its long weapon. It didn't care. Instead it kept staring at her, radiating no emotion but a sense of hunger for what she had while it didn't. Not even sounds did it make as it stood there and seemed to suck everything through the air between them. First it seemed to slow the more she resisted, but after a moment it continued, getting faster every time she fought back. It was some sort of mind-battle. Again she screamed his name, hoping he would come in time.
"Mpd freeze!" Came among the noise of readied weapons as multiple steps suddenly stopped. It's head turned away and Shego sensed displeasure from the interrupt. It raised one dark and foggy arm towards the noises, and lowered it after a few moments. She used just that short break to throw another bolt at it. Also she got back a little of what seemed to be energy from it. More steps came, from left and right. It turned towards her, half of its "face" molten away, and was about to look at her again. But it was kept from that by a dry whiplash which echoed loudly through the hall. Whatever it was, it made the thing's head move a bit among the strike and lose one light. She quickly got an idea and threw a green bolt into its other red flash. It vanished, just as the other flash had and the thing kept standing idly.
After calling his name again she fell on her back and breathed hard. Red and black rings flashed infront of her eyes. But Shego had won.
---
"Shego!" Drakken shouted as he heard a voice call his name. Henry aimed at one of the cops after ejecting the old shell but was not fast enough. Max shot his brutal saw into the incoming five cops, tearing limbs off, seperating bodies, splitting skulls and painting the walls in crimson and no longer internal organs. It's loud rrrrr flew across the room just as deadly lead and empty cartridges, who bounced off the wall beside him and flew on his jacket's back, filled the air. "Go for her!" He shouted. Drakken did as ordered. Every cop had been utterly destroyed by the apocalyptic firestorm, but it was still there. Henry reaimed as it turned towards them with one reenewed orb. He shot and it vanished again. Drakken kept running and Max jumped up from the ground, heaving the heavy machinegun and its ammo with him. Both ran across the floor as Henry shot again. It seemed that its head reshaped to a black helmeted head and then got its eyes back one after another. But his shot interrupted that regenation of darknessfilled fog. The rifle was empty and he withdrew a new five round clip from his backpack while running to the heard, but not yet seen wounded Shego. He ran faster and approached just as Drakken screamed:
"SHEGO! NO-" The rest was overtoned by loud angerfilled screams that quickly became suppressed by another loud rrrrr. The woman before him looked very injured and already small piles of blood formed on the ground underneath the injured parts of her. Steps came from behind and he knew it would be three girls. He knelt down while Drakken did the same and took out a bandage from a firstaid box he had attached to his white patients clothing. Then he realised they had no time and was about to turn around when another sawsound came. A bit calmer he began to put a bandage around her bleeding shoulder and Drakken held her up so he could move over the shoulder too.
"Drakken?" She weakly said as her head rested in his hands.
"I'm here Shego don't worry you'll be fine! Just hang through! Please!" He moved her closer to himself and she spoke:
"I'm sorry Drew... I'm so sorry..." Drakken's eyes widened and tears began to flow as he pressed her closer.
"You don't have to be it's my fault! Just hang out like you always do, just this one more time!"
"I'll try...but when I left you in the Himalaya..." Shakily her left hand raised and he took it. Henry started to make a bandage around her bleeding right leg an arm grabbed for his rifle and took it.
"That's not important Shego you're important!"
A weak smile came over her face. "Thank you for everything Drew..." A loud whiplash erupted, Henry gripped her legs without putting pressure on the wounded one and Bonnie mumbled something too quiet to hear. Drakken slowly picked her arms in the rautik grip and they pulled her up. Another loud enraged scream came among the floor, sounding more like a battlecry but suddenly stopped as Henry saw Max slashing at the shapes head to keep it from "healing" while resting the rifle on a movable bed to aim halfly well. Bonnie stood behind him and tried to get the machinegun loaded together with Tara, who had a fiftyround box in her hand. Connie took another bed and shoved it over.
"Shego don't worry we'll get you somewhere safe!" Drakken promised and he knew it would be difficult, but not impossible. They moved to the floor they had come from because the way they had wanted to take was blocked. Another shot came, this time a loud and nasty Tuwumm from a ninemillimeter. Henry knew which one without looking. Shortly after that a whiplash came as Bonnie shot the carbine into another oncoming enraged. This time he turned around and saw what came towards them: Two doctors, one female the other male, two nurses and the janitor. The janitor was the only one not clad in white because he wore a grey workingsuit. Miss Doctor was the first one to be hit, straight into the chest by sevenninetwo from Bonnie's rifle. The effect was not spectacular but usefull, Bonnie's victim simply fell face first without making any noise.
One of the nurses, exactly the one who had took care of Henry, got a legshot by a niner, then another shot missed her chest and hit the janitor to the left behind her and he fell while screaming loudly. Bonnie didn't seem to know how to throw out the old cartridge and shouted at Max for help. He noticed it but was too needed by an attention demanding regenerative head and three remaining enraged. Their eyes glimmed weakly as the other nurse tried to jump but was struck into a shoulder which made him fall. Tara readied herself for bloody melee by taking the empty machinegun by its shoulderpiece and getting into a stance that resembled a scottish highlander with his claymore.
Connie helped her sister by pulling the lever to throw out the old cartridge. Bonnie shot but narrowly missed the six meters away running male doctor. She found out how to pull the lever himself while Connie started to slash at the black shapes head with a lamp, which released Max from his bonding. He aimed better and quicker by taking his knifeholding hand for support. It showed to be usefull since the male doctor received a headshot after jumping up. He was dead before he hit the deck. The other nurse came at him and he made it to deflect her iron pipe's blow by turning his pistol and moving it among the swing while stepping sideways. Bonnie meanwhile stood up and ran to the injured nurse, who had limped and was slower. She raised her hand in a manner she had seen on tv but didn't hit because she got swing to early. That gave the nurse time to expect the blow and she just took the rifle into her hands and smashed it into Bonnie's stomach.
Tara screamed like a viking and slammed the rifle's barrel sideways at the nurses head. It made the angry woman scream and she tried to hit the blonde angel but a niner's shot kept her from that because it hit her arm while taking swing, destroyed her balance and made her fall facefirst, not dead. Tara's new downward swing made up for that. Another made the womans jaw brake as she looked up to Tara.
Max had to get his pistol up to fire, which had costed him moments. The still alive nurse aimed her pipe at his head and he narrowly slowed the downward swing with his blade and made it to make it on impact his shoulder instead of a nerveknot at his forehead. He suppressed a scream as he let himself fall to ground, she saw an opportunity to get him but he rolled away and stood up while she heaved the heavy piece of steel back to an attack stance. Henry knew it hurt much, because Max had thrown off his armour a few minutes ago. Tara ran towards him but would be there too late. His enemy was in a slow position and he let her attack a sideway strike which he evaded from by simply jumping backwards. Then he slashed his knife sideways which made her stumble and inable to defend for a few precious moments. His knife expertly went into the woman's forehead. More battlecrys were heard from the floor's corner and he ran to Bonnie who clutched her stomach while lieing stll on the ground. "Run for the ambulance cars and drive away! We buy you time and run ourselves! Where is the MCL?"
Henry shouted back while Drakken opened a door with one hand: "Warehouse district! South...west I think! Ask Bonnie she knows around! Get to the mall it has a gunstore! Carry as much as you can and get to mcl!" Max nodded and knelt down beside Bonnie, who had opened her armsling earlier to fire the rifle. They went through the door and Henry had a bad feeling about that. He was going to let his two daughters alone. But a heavily wounded person needed attention. And a new car wouldn't be bad too. They ran through a hall and another door. Suddenly fresh air greeted them and he heard Shego mumble something about that she'd be sorry and other things. And he saw something that could be more usefull than an ambulance: He saw the hovercar and only about onehundred meters away an ambulance.
"Drakken I'll crack up the ambulance after we brought her to the hovercar. Then I'll get all medicine I can carry and we drive off then!"
Drakken moved and asked: "Why the hovercar first?"
"In case there's no keys!" Drakken nodded. Henry felt that the blue doctor was deeply worried about that woman. And that he was exhausted. After a minute they arrived and put Shego up. "Give me your pistol!" Drakken obeyed, Henry threw his firstaid kit up, took the weapon and ran towards the ambulance. At hirst he looked at the frontdoor, it was locked. Just as he had expected. Henry started to freeze since he wore nothing but a patients' clothing and he wasn't running anymore. The backdoor was locked too but he made it to shoot up the lock. Hence the pistol. He couldn't see much without a flashlight so it all was a bit difficult to find. To the left was a bigger firstaid kit, certainly with more fresh bandages and painkillers. He made a mental note to take that together with a few small bottles. Then something interesting caught his eye. It was a lock that hung at a small box. He went closer and read:
"Medicine." And shot it open. His eyes had slowly readjusted to the darkness so he read a few signs. There was morphine and other strong painkillers.
"Great!" He muttered and stuffed as much as possible into the bag. Also he took another thing with him. It was a small bag with a breathing mask and two small wires for heartbeat rating. "Must be one of those squeeze- breathing helperthingys." After that he looked at the pistol.
It was a glock 17. Henry looked at the two bags and the Glock. He had three things but only two hands. He decid to carry the usefull stuff.
---
Drakken was near a mental breakdown. The shooting and that these two women died was hard but not the problem. That Shego was near the edge of life and death was a BIG problem. He put his hands to both her wrists and his ear close to her mouth. Small pressures, together with barely audible snoringlike sounds. He smiled.
I know Shego snores. She'd kill me if I told her. Strange... I don't know much about her but that is one thing I know. And she uses blankets and pillows from smartymart. And she loves Lassie. I don't know what is so great about a stupid dog but she loves it. I hope she pulls this through. I never had an assistant like her. The rest were incompetent morons. Said I'd be easy to defeat! ME!
Drakken stayed like that for a few minutes. Then something was missing. He frowned. Hmmmm what is it? Heartbeating? There. Shego? There, too. Slow beautifull snores? Missing. Black beautifull hai- Suddenly he realised what that meant. He refelt the heartbeat at her wrists and couldn't believe it. He looked at her with disbelief. Her lips are so beatifull... should I? I have to...but still that... huuuu Drakken couldn't decide: Touch her lips or don't. He knew he had to do it. But it still hung above his head like the sword of damocles. He rarely dreamt about her, and there had been the moodulator thing. But that was different to him. Slowly his head moved closer and he closed his eyes to recall what he had learned. Seal the lips and blow air in. And hold the nose closed. With reopened eyes he looked at Shego. Her lips weren't closed at all, a small opening made them even more delicate to him. He pulled in fresh air and pressed his lips upon hers. It felt good. He was almost about to close his eyes when he realised one thing: This is not for fun it's for air! So he seperated his lips from her and took another breath. Then he did the whole thing again. And again it felt very good. He watched as her lips seperated a bit more and put his head to her chest. Also he checked at her wrists. Still heartbeat! And... (he waited a bit) She's breathing! YES!
At that moment Henry came running to him, two bags in hands. He threw them up and jumped on.
"How is she?"
"Ummm she had stopped breathing but now she's okay again..." He answered slowly. Henry nodded and passed him the bags. Drakken looked at them and found something good.
"Ahh!" He exclaimed.
Henry, who already sat on the driver's seat, asked: "What?"
"Heartbeat and breathing monitors!" Henry frowned at that.
"Close to ECG." Drakken said while already taking the spots out of the bag.
"Electrocardiogram right?"
"Right." Drakken was in a difficult position. He had to put those small circles on her body but that meant he had to take a part of her jumpsuit off. As much as the idea somehow interested him he hessitated. He knew that such a thing would violate her privacy. And even her intimacy. And that was something he would never do. But on the other hand it was his task as a doctor.
"We drive to the next clinic or whatever we find." Henry said and started the enginge. The vehicle drove towards southwest. Still Drakken couldn't really decide what to do. Again he put his head down and heard her soft snoring, barely audible, but one could find it if one knew what to look for. Again he smiled, it was music in his ears. And the snores were a slight little bit louder and more intense. But they were still quiet. Then he thought about something. Shego needed new blood since she had lost much of her own.
What bloodgroup does she have? Ah! A positive. I have...A negative. Fits! Haha! Maybe I should take over the world by eliminating all rhesus minus and positive and let the people obey me to get them back... hehehehe that would work...
He took one of the bottles Henry had brought among and examined it: After not recognising it he just put off the small tube, looked sharply if therewould be any fluid on it and found that it wasn't. Then he put one needle of it into his own arm's artery and connected the needle of another with a new tube. Then he put his arm high and connected that other tube with his own tube. At the end a small red flow came after the liquid, simple salt-waterstuff, was out of the straw. He smiled as he saw that Shego got his own blood and not that her's was pressed into the tube by her heartbeat. It was, basically, just a bloodpack with her straw at the bottom and his on top.
A refillable bloodpack! Maybe should I take the president captive, put something like... mindcontroling blood into him and let him go... Muahahahahaha! Great Idea!
"What's mcl by the way?" He asked Henry who concentrated on not ramming another car. It was bright day after all.
"Main-combat-line. That means that any enemy is supposed to die before it comes over that line."
"Aha."
"Tell me what happened while I was out of it." Henry demanded.
"Ummmm that director woman called someone else and then was a graphic display of two houses and the buffoon called someone named Chief."
"And what did he say?"
"That we all should go the warehouse district. Shego didn't want to but he threatened to say something about her past. And I don't know any clinic or something close." Drakken said and felt a bit embarrassed. Henry nodded.
"Well then: To the mall."
