Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kim Possible. These characters belong to Disney.
Disclaimer #2: I'm NOT a writer, I'm an artist. I'm extremely inexperienced in writing fanfics, so I'm so sorry for any inconsistencies in the characters or plot!
Author: iycewing
Story developers: iycewing, PonyCrown
Rating: PG-13
Notice: This will eventually lead to KiGo in later arcs! This is the 1st arc of 6! If you don't like LGBTQ+ pairings, please don't hate. In this story, Season 4 of the show doesn't happen.
Author's preview notes: My irl friend wanted a chapter to see the dynamic between Kim and Shego at something as mundane as school. I delivered as best as I could ;0;
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Chapter 31
Kim wanted to bang her head on the desk. Again.
While she was glad her injuries had been steadily healing the past few days, going on missions sounded much more exciting than being cooped up in a musty classroom. Her mom, being a doctor, had restrained the teen from doing anything even remotely dangerous or that could reopen her stitches.
Her parents had also decided she wouldn't be going on any missions anytime soon, even though she hadn't been going on any in the past 4 months; it was a strange sort of grounding punishment. While other rebellious teens would be confined to their room, get their electronics taken away, or forced to do extra chores, Kim was restricted from saving the world.
As abnormal as it was, it sounded about right to Kim.
With a deep sigh, she glanced at the clock.
5 minutes until class starts.
"You ok, KP?" Ron asked, sounding even more bored than Kim felt. He sat in the desk next to her, mindlessly twirling a pencil around his fingers.
"I'm fine, Ron. Thanks," Kim managed a halfhearted smile.
"I'm bored too," Ron sympathized, reading Kim's mind.
"So bored," Rufus agreed, hanging his bald head lazily out of Ron's backpack.
"Careful you don't get seen, buddy. Don't want to go to detention again," Ron warned. Rufus chittered vexedly but slipped back into the backpack pocket without a fight.
"After breaking Shego out, I guess I realized just how much I missed going on missions," Kim said with a small shrug.
The thrill she felt on missions was something she craved and wished to experience again, regardless of the consequences.
I guess that's how Shego feels when she commits crimes or steals. I can understand the thrill and excitement and not caring about what happens afterward. Kind of.
Hey, she was Kim Possible. She ate danger for breakfast and villains for snacks.
"We'll get to kick some villain ass soon, don't worry!" Ron assured with a cheeky grin.
"I know. But it's not that I'm worried about," Kim chuckled.
Ron looked at her perplexedly, but she waved away his inevitable questions that she didn't even know the answers to.
How would Shego react to seeing DNAmy again? How're we going to break Lucifer out? Can we even return a mutant scorpion tiger to the zoo he was stolen from? Everything's so messy right now.
"You'd think things would be more interesting around here after what happened yesterday," Kim remarked as she sank lower into her seat.
Though the school administration didn't have any solid evidence the students pre-meditated the plot, Kim and Ron knew the truth. Of course, they wouldn't snitch on their fellow peers, even if they weren't a part of the plan to get rid of their resented ex-English teacher. The class was very gossipy and fervent about the successful scheme, but Kim couldn't share their enthusiasm.
I wonder what Shego's doing right now… She's probably watching TV or digging through all my stuff, not that I really have anything to hide. Well, from her anyway.
"I can still smell the peanut butter and jellyfish," Ron shuddered. He leaned over slightly to nudge his bored best friend in an attempt to lighten her mood. "At least we won't be seeing Mr. Fredrickson anytime soon though!"
"That is a major plus," Kim agreed with a light laugh. "I don't think I would've survived till graduation listening to that god-awful song every day."
"I'd rather listen to screeching monkeys," Ron said with a grimace.
Kim shared his expression. "Any idea on who the new sub will be?"
Ron stopped twirling his pencil and used the end to tap his chin thoughtfully. After a second, he shrugged with his usual goofy grin. "No idea. Hopefully, it's someone fun."
The classroom door opened and a hefty man walked through, interrupting what Kim was about to say. The tardy bell rang, but the class's excited conversations didn't waver as they kept chatting about the crazy events from yesterday.
"All right, all right. Settle down, kids," Mr. Barkin ordered, stomping over to the teacher's desk.
The class whipped their heads around to look at the principal, loud ubiquitous groans echoing throughout the room.
"I can't believe Mr. Barkin's our sub," Kim grumbled to Ron.
"Yeah, he's definitely not someone fun," Ron pouted like he was genuinely upset. "Doesn't he have principal-stuff to do?" he asked, sharing the class's distaste for the stern man.
Kim shrugged helplessly and turned her attention back to the front of the classroom. Their principal stood rigid as a board and addressed the students as if he was a drill sergeant to a military division.
"As you chicken nuggets might've figured, I will fill in for Mr. Fredrickson today. A new teacher for your English class will be present tomorrow, but for today, you will defer to me," Mr. Barkin informed, his face steely as usual.
That earned another round of irritated groans from the class. The cheery mood that radiated off of the cheeky students earlier had transformed into something sour.
"And to make sure you kids don't pull anything funny-" Mr. Barkin narrowed his eyes as he scanned the classroom like a battlefield. "- the school has hired a TA to help out today."
"What's a TA?" Ron whispered.
"Teacher's assistant, I think," Kim replied.
"Oh. Do you think they got a college student or something-"
"Mr. Stoppable and Ms. Possible!" Mr. Barkin hollered. The two teens in question snapped their heads up in surprise. "If you have something to say during my announcements, then why don't you say them in front of the whole class?"
"No no, we don't. Sorry, Mr. Barkin," Kim mumbled as Ron ducked his head to avoid the other student's stares.
"Hmph," Mr. Barkin huffed before continuing. "As I was saying, the school has hired someone to make sure you kids behave today-"
"Where are they then?" A curious student asked as the classroom door opened.
Before Mr. Barkin could snap at the student for interrupting his speech, a lithe, pale woman sauntered into the classroom. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the newcomer. Kim's jaw dropped to the floor while Ron covered a hand over his mouth, muffling a snort that escaped his lips.
Rufus peaked his head back out from the backpack and gawked at the villainess. "Shego!" He squeaked as Ron ushered him back in to avoid being seen.
"What's Shego doing here?!" Ron asked in an urgent hushed tone.
One look at Shego and Ron pursed his lips tightly to stifle the laughter threatening to explode out of his mouth. Guess the day wasn't going to be so boring after all.
Kim didn't answer as she stared disbelievingly at the pale villainess.
Shego had on a long, gray-ish coat over her blue undershirt. The locks of wavy, raven hair that usually fell over her face were now pushed back by a blue headband. She still had on the stylish choker that Kim gifted to her, and the redhead felt a warm glow blossom in her chest at that.
Her face rested at its usual expression of mild irritation as she let her twinkling emerald eyes scan the classroom. It was almost like she was searching for something.
And she was.
When her gaze landed on a shocked Kim, her mouth curled up into a devilishly charming smirk. Kim would've returned the expression if it wasn't for where they were and how nervous it was making her feel.
Oh no. God help me now, please. I know that look anywhere. She's got something planned, and I probably won't like it. What's she gonna do to me?
Kim swallowed as she smiled tentatively back, hoping that her olive eyes didn't give away the growing apprehension she felt. Shego only continued to grin at the teen hero as if Kim was the only person in the room, completely ignoring the many stares targeted on her.
Mr. Barkin added to the dozens of eyes glued to Shego as he turned towards her. Adding more to Kim's shock, he actually smiled fondly at the pale thief. It was unnerving, to say the least since Mr. Barkin never smiled.
"As you can see here, the lovely Miss Go will be assisting class today," Mr. Barkin said with an unusually content expression.
Lovely?
As Kim was about to cringe at her principal's abnormal behavior, the class erupted with shouts. A few arrogant jocks even had the nerve to whistle and catcall at Shego.
"Aren't you a villain?"
"You're that green lady who can throw fireballs, right?"
"Don't you have superpowers?"
"A criminal's going to be teaching us today? That's awesome!"
"Are you gonna set the school on fire?"
"Is it true you're living with Kim?"
"SHEGO'S AT OUR SCHOOL CAUSE' SHE'S GONNA DESTROY US ALL!" Ron shrieked.
Kim whipped her head around to glare at her best friend, who added to the clamor of voices by screeching that last comment. She looked at him incredulously and mouthed the word 'seriously?'
Ron just shrugged and gave a cheeky grin, obviously finding the whole thing hilarious and wanting to add to it. That earned an eye roll from Kim as she realized her best friend was just looking to spice the day up.
The teen hero turned her attention back to Shego and noticed she wasn't bothered in the slightest by the harsh accusations being hurled at her. In fact, she was still grinning up a storm, or an evil scheme most likely, at Kim.
Ron missed the nefarious glint in her emerald eyes, obviously blinded by the irony that their former arch-nemesis was doing something as mundane as helping out at their school. Kim his her face in her hands, dreading what Shego was going to do.
There's no way Shego came to the school just to help out. That's not how she is. She wouldn't openly volunteer to do something unless it was fun or benefited her somehow. She probably came to tease and embarrass me in from of everyone oh god-
"That's enough, class. Settle down!" Mr. Barkin commanded over the dozens of raging voices. When the students didn't hear him or refused to listen, he clenched his burly fists and roared. "QUIET DOWN OR IT'S DETENTION FOR ALL OF YOU!"
The class smartly shut their mouths and listened intently, still casting hesitant glances in Shego's direction. During this whole ordeal, the pale villainess had not said a word, and she continued to stand with her hip cocked and arms folded.
Peeling her eyes away from Kim, she scanned the room with disinterest. "Yes, I'm a villain. No, I'm not a criminal anymore. Yes, I could roast all of your sorry asses with a flick of my fingers so don't piss me off. Yes, I'm staying at Kim's house temporarily," Shego listed vexedly. "I answered everything so shut the hell up now."
She wanted to satisfy the students' curiosity so they wouldn't hound her with more questions, especially personal ones. The class still looked at her with great curiosity, but they wisely stopped spitballing inquiries.
Mr. Barkin wrote a few things on the chalkboard. "Miss Go here will-"
"Just 'Shego's' fine kiddos," Shego interrupted with a shrug. "I'm not qualified to be a full teacher anyway so I could care less about dumb titles."
"Miss Go-" Mr. Barkin ignored Shego's request as he dropped a large stack of papers on the desk. "- will hand out your writing assignment for today while I take attendance."
Shego snatched up the papers and sauntered around the tables. Her swaying hips were basically a magnet for all of the guys' gawking wide eyes.
Maybe she'll just walk right past me if I don't acknowledge her.
Kim shrunk back into her seat and looked at the ceiling when Shego approached her desk, praying that the older woman wouldn't pay her any mind. But of course, her prayers went unheard and unanswered. The former sidekick grinned at Kim's unease and briefly stopped at her desk.
Don't make eye contact. Don't make eye contact. Don't make eye contact.
"Hello, Ms. Possible," Shego drawled low enough so that Mr. Barkin couldn't hear, but the classmates surrounding the teen could.
Kim groaned as she looked at the villainess, dreading the inevitable. "Can I help you, Miss Go?"
"Well, I don't necessarily need help with anything," Shego grinned mischievously.
"Jesus Christ. What do you want Shego?" Kim sighed in a hushed voice.
"A little birdie told me you have a rather large collection of Cuddle Buddies at home," Shego said with a sweet smile.
That got Kim's classmates' attention, and they turned to watch the two girls interact with interest.
Thank god Bonnie's not in this class. She would've been all over this.
"Shego," Kim whispered in a warning tone through grit teeth.
Keep cool. Keep cool. She teases me every day at home. Never in front of an audience but still. It's no big.
"Perhaps you can bring your toys in to show to your classmate buddies. Like for a little Show and Tell," Shego taunted with a daring smirk. Her emerald eyes sparkled with mirth as they beckoned for Kim to counter her banter like she usually did.
"Shego," Kim practically growled, feeling her cheeks flush slightly with embarrassment.
Ron and her peers snickered around her, obviously enjoying the free show Shego was providing for their rather boring day. Mr. Barkin continued to take attendance, oblivious to the scene unfolding before him.
"Or is Show and Tell and owning Cuddle Buddies only for children?" Shego tapped her chin with the stacks of paper, her expression mockingly thoughtful and innocent. "Sometimes I forget what grade you're in. Silly me."
I can't believe this is happening right now. Whose idea was it to have Shego come to my school and torment me?! This is so embarrassing.
"Shego, I swear to god-" Kim gnashed her teeth.
"I'm sure your teachers wouldn't mind if you brought in that Cuddle Buddy you always sleep with though," Shego remarked as she ignored Kim's urgent protests.
Her classmates only laughed harder as Kim seethed silently at her desk. Ron joined in on the laughter, understanding Shego always teased the teen hero so it wasn't something to be taken seriously.
I'm getting Ron back for that later. Hell, Shego won't even be alive by then to witness it.
"Don't you take that stuffed animal to school with you in your backpack every day anyway?" Shego went on.
"Shego!" Kim shrieked a little too loudly.
Shego cackled silently at her outburst as Kim puffed out her red cheeks in embarrassment. Steam was practically fuming out of her ears as she glared heatedly at the pale villainess.
She felt so exposed even though it wasn't even something to be that embarrassed about. Nonetheless, Kim was starting to wish the school day would just go back to being boring.
"Ms. Possible!" Mr. Barkin barked, causing all laughter to cease immediately. "Why are you shouting at our guest TA?"
"I-I wasn't! I uh-" Kim sputtered, clearly baffled.
"The day has barely started and you're already giving her problems. I expected better from you, Ms. Possible," Mr. Barkin said disapprovingly.
"Wait, but I didn't-"
"I will see you after school at 3:00 sharp," Mr. Barkin stated. "For detention."
Me?! Detention?!
Kim gawked at the principal as the rest of the class suddenly became very interested in their writing assignment. Before the teen hero could grudgingly comply, Shego swiftly stepped in.
"Detention won't be necessary, Mr. Barkin," Shego said smoothly. "I don't think Miss Priss would be able to handle it."
"But-" Mr. Barkin frowned.
"Kimmie didn't do anything wrong. She's just not all there in the head today. Like every other day, I suppose," Shego sneered as Kim squawked in outrage.
Ok, being insulted by Shego to get out of the detention I don't deserve is so not the drama.
"Hmm… all right," Mr. Barkin conceded. "Consider this a warning then, Ms. Possible."
Kim nodded with a sheepish smile. "Understood, Sir."
Shego thinks she won this round. Well, she thought wrong because I can do anything, including beating her at her own game. And there's no way she's leaving unscathed.
Before Shego could return to handing out the papers, Kim's voice stopped her.
"By the way, Miss Go," Kim said with a slight purr. Her voice was low so that Mr. Barkin couldn't hear what she was about to say. "Which song were you singing in the shower this morning?"
If looks could kill, Shego's glare would've exterminated the human race. It was if the villainess was saying 'If you keep going, I'll slaughter you, barbecue your corpse, and feed it to the pigeons' solely with her expression.
Her emerald eyes glittered dangerously, and she tightened her grip around the stack of papers. That only encouraged Kim as she continued to look up at the Shego's enraged face with angelic olive eyes.
Gotcha. You're not winning on this Shego.
Understanding Shego's blood was already boiling and she had nothing to lose, Kim went on. "You have a beautiful voice. It's such a shame though how you only sing for the showerhead and bars of soap," she remarked with a daring smirk of her own.
The class did their best to hold in their snickers, and Ron clamped both hands around his mouth to avoid bursting out laughing. He held out his hand which Kim high-fived.
"Kimmie, you're so dead later. So very very dead," Shego snarled lowly so that only Kim could hear.
Fully knowing that Shego was usually all bark and no bite with her, Kim only smiled impishly back.
Not wanting her plasma to set the school on fire, Shego had to forcefully restrain herself from letting her hands instinctively combust into green flames. The pale thief noticed how much she internally struggled with keeping her temper at bay. It was much harder than before her experience with DNAmy, and she acknowledged that. Her cheeks were stained a dark green as she felt the reciprocated feelings of embarrassment.
And she was not liking it. Not one bit.
Shego opened her mouth to fire back a stinging verbal retort like she usually did, but she begrudgingly held back when she remembered she was in a classroom. She reminded herself that explicit language, especially the vulgar words surfacing to her mind at the very moment, would be highly inappropriate at a school.
She was a classy thief and a villainess, not an unsophisticated hillbilly.
"That's enough! Get back to work everyone," Mr. Barkin ordered, oblivious to what the class was all laughing at.
The students reluctantly began working on their writing assignment after a few more giggles, and with one last deadly glance at Kim, Shego went back to practically chucking her papers at the students. The petite redhead only grinned triumphantly, feeling somewhat accomplished over turning the tables on the cocky villainess.
"Oh, and Miss Go-" Mr. Barkin called as he turned back to a fuming Shego with an almost shy smile. "- please call me Stevie."
Shego's face twisted into a sharp grimace, her expression clearly repulsed by the request made by a guy probably double her age. She glanced at Kim and was glad to see the teen hero shared her expression. The tension between them disappeared as they frowned at each other, sharing the same thoughts.
Does Mr. Barkin LIKE Shego? He's as old as Drakken!
Shego reluctantly trudged back over to a beaming Mr. Barkin, and she looked over her shoulder at Kim helplessly. The villainess mockingly gagged, but the teen hero only gave an encouraging thumbs up and cheeky smirk as a response.
Mr. Barkin tried to spark a conversation with the evidently uncomfortable thief, and Kim couldn't help but snort at Shego's growing unease.
Well, I guess this day just got a whole lot less boring. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
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Author's notes: This chapter had to be split up into 2 smaller ones, so the next chapter will be a continuation of this "off-plot" little drabble. Yes, I fully understand these "fun" chapters are kind of irrelevant to the main plot, but I really wanted to write them and build on Kim and Shego's relationship. I'm sorry, I have no idea how to write a story tbh! There're so many plotholes, and it's been a long week of finals and I'm kind of disoriented right now so I'll shut up before this turns into complete nonsense *gay sobbing*