Dr. Betty Director sat behind her desk, files on various villains strewn across the top haphazardly. She sighed as she picked up one of the files and opened it, gazing intently at the picture of a familiar green skinned woman. It had been close to seven months since Shego had caused trouble, three months for all the other villains, and it was making the director antsy. She closed the file and slammed it down on the desk in frustration.
As if on cue, Agent Will Du barged into the office, frantic. "Director!"
Dr. Director shot out of her seat and leaned over her desk. "What is it Agent Du?"
Agent Du, remembering who he was addressing, gave a quick salute before answering. "It's Shego ma'am!"
"Where is she?"
"Here ma'am."
Dr. Director's eyes widened as she rushed from behind her desk. "She is attacking Global Justice Headquarters?!"
"No ma'am! She…" Agent Du paused, shifting uncomfortably between his feet. "She asked to speak with you ma'am. She even let us put anti-plasma cuffs on her willingly."
"What? Why would she do that?" Dr. Director asked, suspicion lacing her voice.
"I'm not sure ma'am. She has been escorted down to holding cell C. I just came to inform you."
"This has to be a trap of some kind. Perhaps she is wearing a GPS device."
"Negative ma'am. She came completely unarmed and with no electronic devices on her whatsoever."
Dr. Director placed her hand on her chin in contemplation. "Did she say what she wanted?"
"No ma'am, only that she wishes to speak to you."
"Well then, let's not keep the villainess waiting," Betty said as she marched out of her office.
In cell block C the green villainess sat on the wooden bench, her back leaning against the cold metal wall and her eyes closed, when the sound of approaching footsteps began to echo through the corridor. Shego kept her eyes closed until she heard her name spoken by a familiar voice. "Shego."
In the past Shego would have thrown a sarcastic smirk the director's way, but now she had important matters to discuss. "Hello Dr. Director. It's been a while."
"Just over seven months. I was beginning to think you had decided to leave the life of crime, but that would be wishful thinking. So what do you want?" questioned Betty, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I would like to leave my life of crime and figured here would be where I start," Shego responded flatly. A good minute of silence passed between the two women as Betty stared, mouth agape, at the green villainess. "Well?" Shego asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
Betty shook her head a bit to regain her composure before responding. "What brought this on? Why now after everything?"
Shego chuckled a bit before looking down. "I guess because I want what's best for my kid." When the director's eyes bugged out and she was clearly at a loss of words Shego continued. "Since your brain appears to be short circuiting let me spell it out for you. I'm pregnant, and because of that I want out."
"What...who….how…," stammered the director.
"What is, again, me pregnant. Who, shockingly enough, is none other than the great Kim Possible. And the how, well, that's a longer story."
"I've got nothing but time," stated Betty as she crossed her arms, irritation and disbelief taking over her previous feeling of shock. "Enlighten me."
Shego sighed in an exaggerated manner before beginning her tale.
Twenty-Four Hours Earlier
"Soon I will be able to defeat that annoying Kim Possible once and for all!" bellowed Dr. Drakken before falling into a fit of maniacal laughter.
"Drewbie, how can you be so confident? We've lost six already," reminded DNAmy as she looked over her charts with concern.
"Lost six what?" came a voice from the doorway, causing both evil scientists to jump in surprise. Shego strolled into the lab casually, stopping in front of a large cylindrical tube filled with fluid and what looked like a little sac with something inside no bigger than a mung bean. "What is this?"
"Sh-she-shego! Wh-what are you doing back? I tho-thought you were ta-taking off for at least another mo-month," stuttered Dr. Drakken as he tried, and failed, to act casual.
Shego turned her attention to the blue man, a scowl on her face. "Dr. D, what is this?"
Drakken tried to put on the most innocent smile he could. "What is what?"
Before he knew it Drakken was hoisted into the air by a very angry green villainess. "That better not be a clone of me. You know how I feel about that."
Drakken put his hands up in a meek defense. "No no, of course not Shego! I would never go against your wishes about clones." He breathed a sigh of relief as he was sat back down on the floor. "This is my ultimate weapon against Kim Possible! Using both her and your DNA I will create a super soldier. And that goody two shoes will never be able to fight it because it would be like fighting her own. It's full proof!" Drakken exclaimed before launching into another fit of laughter.
"But, but Drewbie!" squeaked DNAmy, who had remained silent up until then. "We haven't been able to keep any of the previous ones viable during the growth acceleration process."
"Well we will just keep trying until we succeed! We are not quitters, right Shego?" Drakken asked, turning to the villainess who was now staring intently at the tiny little sac in the tube. "Shego?"
Shego turned, the expression on her face dark, and marched right up to the female scientist. "Can you transfer it into me?"
DNAmy stared at Shego in utter shock. "What?"
"Can you transfer that embryo into me or not?"
"Well...y-yes...b-but but then you'd essentially be pregnant…"
Shego looked back at the tube before answering. "Just do it."
"Shego, think about what you're saying," said Drakken, in complete disbelief at what his sidekick was saying.
"I have," Shego answered as she began to stalk out of the lab.
"But Shego…" Drakken began before he was silenced by a plasma blast landing right in front of him.
"Shut it blue boy, I know what I'm doing," Shego stated between clenched teeth. Her hard gaze then fell on DNAmy. "I'll be in the infirmary. Don't keep me waiting."
A few hours later Shego laid back on a medical table, uncomfortable both physically and mentally, but the procedure was finally over. Her midsection was exposed, showing a tiny incision closed by just two stitches, as DNAmy squirted a cold gel onto the uncut area. The female scientist ran an ultrasound device over Shego's lower abdomen, staying quiet a few moments until she found what she was looking for. "There it is! Looks like everything implanted fine. I would still suggest you rest for a bit before moving again," she told the villainess with a nervous smile. A small nod was all she got in response.
For the next hour or so Shego's mind went a million miles an hour, racing between questioning why she had just done what she did and being absolutely furious at the feeling of being violated by this experiment Drakken had done using her DNA. Without thinking she had begun absentmindedly rubbing her lower abdomen in gentle strokes. Once she realized what she was doing she let out a small snort. "Hey in there, I'm not really sure what I'm doing. Kinda winging it at the moment. But I just couldn't let them hurt you...I never thought about becoming a mom but I guess here we are. So how about we make a deal? You stick with me and grow strong and I'll try to be a good mom." Shego paused for a moment, as if waiting for a response, before shaking her head and carefully getting up. Though her mutations also meant quicker healing, she still wanted to be cautious. After a few precarious steps, Shego's expression hardened and she ignited her hands.
"So I let out my frustrations by destroying that lab and leaving Drakken hanging, alive but a darker shade of blue," said Shego, concluding her tale.
By now Betty Director was squatting in front of the glass, face unreadable as she processed everything she had just been told. "You do realize how unbelievable that story sounds?" In response Shego lifted her shirt, as best she could given the plasma cuffs engulfing her hands, showing the director the small incision site on her lower abdomen. "I'm going to need more proof than that."
Shego growled a little under her breath. "Would you believe me if I told you where Drakken and his dumb lab are?"
Betty cocked an eyebrow. "That would be a start."
After a few minutes a team of Global Justice agents were off to the coordinates Shego had given. "So?" asked the villainess. "Does that win me brownie points?"
"Like I said before, it's a start," responded Betty Director. "But I will still need our doctors to check you out. We need to confirm if you really are what you say you are."
"You mean pregnant?"
"Yes...that."
"Well then lead the way director," said Shego, coming to her feet.
A little while later Betty Director and Shego were in an infirmary room, with Shego strapped to a bed, her hands once again in anti-plasma devices. Again she made no attempt to struggle, merely doing as she was asked. Two armed guards stood outside, more to prevent a possible escape than protect the occupants of the room.
The GJ doctor in the room gently lifted Shego's shirt to expose her abdomen. "This may be a bit cold," he said, eliciting a sarcastic snort of a response from the green woman as he squeezed gel onto the lower part of her midsection.
It took a few moments, but the doctor soon found a tiny pocket with what looked like a pea inside. "And there it is. This is a confirmed pregnancy Dr. Director." Betty moved closer to the screen, disbelief written all over her face. "Let's take a listen to the heartbeat, shall we." The doctor stated, and soon the room was filled with a quick pulsating whooshing as the sound of the fetuses heart came over the speakers of the ultrasound machine.
Shego let a small smile creep across her lips. "Hey there little bean."