Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible.
Claimer: I do own any OC's in this fic.
Last chapter ended with you, the reader, finding out just who has hired Nate. Like I said, Killmen became the director of the GJ after the old one died, it's a lifetime job. You also learn that Killmen is willing to have Nate do anything to honor his contract, even kill Kim Possible.
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"You're asking me to kill Kim Possible?" Nate asked rather coyly. "If that's my next target, then I guess I'll have to abide by my contract."
"Wait, I meant for you to treat her as an obstacle in your way, not as the direct target," Killmen said quickly, his job was the protection of the innocent after all.
"I see," Nate said fiddling with the large gold ring at the end of his braid. "Fine then, I'll be going now."
He let go of the ring, which swung back and struck the oak desk, leaving a small scratch.
"Not so fast."
"What now?" he asked obviously annoyed by this person's persistence, he hated those kinds of people.
"I want you to take this file with you," Killmen reached into the file cabinet next to him and pulled out the folder.
Nate took the folder from him and looked into it. It was pretty basic profile of an old man, on the next page, a young man. Both had the looks of people from the Mediterranean coasts of Spain. Neither of them looked too dangerous, but most people don't look dangerous.
"One Senor Senior Sr., and Senor Senior Jr.?" Nate asked looking over the profiles. "Goal, take over Europe, motive...boredom?"
He just shrugged and placed the file into a bag he had at his hip, the strap slung over his shoulder. He flipped the flap back over the opening and latched it. With a cruel look on his face he turned around and kicked the heavy doors open. Walking up to the many tubes that lined the walls, he saw one that seemed familiar.
The doors closed and he was whooshed back up through the network of tubes, and dispelled just outside Bueno Nacho. He reached up and adjusted his hair, which had flown around a bit in the tube. He ran his fingers through it a few times, stopping them as the hair converged into the braid. Looking up the street he saw the fast food restaurant and remembered he hadn't eaten all day.
"Why not?" he shrugged and walked towards it.
He opened the door and walked up to the counter. He ordered just a pate of nachos, and when he had them, went and sat down at a table in the corner. While he ate, he opened up the file he had received and looked it over.
"There is a way I can do this without having to kill him," he thought out loud placing the file back in his bag. "If this is just from boredom, then maybe I can get him on a new hobby."
"Get who on a new hobby?" came the now familiar, and slightly irritating voice of Kim.
"My uncle," Nate quickly lied, "he likes stamp collecting too much, and it really annoys the rest of the family."
"Oh," she said, "is this seat taken?"
"No."
She stared at him for a moment before saying, "Well?"
"Oh, I'm sorry I thought it was implied that you could sit here," he said sounding a little embarrassed. 'That's it Nate, just keep up the little act.'
"What was it that you had to take care of?"
"Just a phone call, from my dad," he said grabbing a nacho. "He's in Italy right now, and won't be home for a few weeks."
"Ah, I see, so you're alone a lot?"
"Yeah, but I've learned to cope. It's really not all that bad, so peaceful and quiet."
"I was wondering..." she started.
Nate's eye started to twitch, and his breath grew slightly more rapid, not enough to notice, but rapid nonetheless.
'Shit, did she figure it out? No, of course not, she has nothing to go on,' he thought as his eyes darted from her to the door.
"Since you seem to know so much about me me, I want to know something about you," she said and he let out a breath he had been holding.
"Not much to tell really, nothing special about me," he said slid the bag off the table, letting it hang off his shoulder.
"I'm sure there's something," she said leaning on the table.
"The only thing I'm good at is the lance," he grabbed another nacho. "And I can cook, that's about it."
"Oh, well, that's something," she reached for a nacho from his plate.
"If I tried I could probably do something like save the world," he pushed the plate towards her, and slid down in his seat. "It can't be that hard."
*****
A few hours later Nate arrived home after walking around the town for a little bit.
"Dear god, that was the most boring afternoon of my life," he said pulling out his key, only to find the door unlocked.
Opening the door he looked one way, then the other; no one in the room on either side of the door. So he proceeded forward looking in every room on his way. Finally he reached the last room in the house, the spacious kitchen, and sitting at the table was the last person he expected, or wanted, to see.
Her black, green-lined, hair fell down around her back, the color matching her black lipstick. Her outfit, half green half black. Dark green eyes flicked at him across the room. Everything dark on her was accented by the fact that her skin was extremely pale. In front of her sat a half-drunk glass of water. She was the only person in his entire family to ever be found out, and to have a record. In his kitchen was...Shego.
"Mom always told you to cut your hair," she said with s smirk.
"She always told you to cut your nails," he responded also smiling.
Shego stood and walked over to him, giving him a hug.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"What, I can't visit my baby brother?" she pinched his cheek.
"Cut it out," he knocked her hand away.
She just laughed and went back to her seat. He stared at her, wondering just why she was here. It couldn't have been just to visit him, it couldn't be that simple.
"Come on, you expect me to believe you came all this way to see me?"
"No, but then again, you're not suppose to."
"You're slipping, I shouldn't have even known you were here, till I saw you," he laughed a little, "you left the door unlocked."
"I did that on purpose."
"You do a lot of things 'on purpose'. So," he sat down next to her, "why are you here, really?"
"Drakken's just getting too insistent, like a spoiled brat," she said gulping down the last of her water. "Just a few days ago he wanted to use me as a guinea pig."
"I don't know why you signed a 10 year contract with him."
"Eh, pay is good, plus I get unlimited vacation time."
"Yet you rarely use it."
"I know, like just the other day I..." she stopped there, looking at him, the look on his face.
He looked disappointed, like she had let him down. It was strange to see him looking like that. Given she hadn't seen him in almost a year, that look seemed almost alien to her. The only other person to look like that was her mother.
"So, who are you working for these days?" she asked, changing the subject off her current employer.
"The GJ," he said and noticed the look on her face, "don't ask why."
"If I can't ask why, then how much?"
"Eight million a head," he said noticing the bag still strapped to his shoulder.
Getting up, he put slung the shoulder strap over one of the hooks on the wall. As he did, the back of his shirt rode up his back, revealing the pike handle attached to his belt. The blade and pole were retracted, waiting for him to summon them.
"You're still using the pike?" she asked noticing it.
"Yeah, so, at least I'm not using gloves," he retorted.
"They work just fine for me," she removed the gloves and placed them on the table.
"And mine for me," he said, placing the handle, which looks something like a swords handle, on the table.
They watched as the gloves slowly moved across the table to touch the handle. It was as if the gloves and handle were attracted to each other like magnets.
"I've been following you," she said abruptly.
"Yeah, I know," he moved to the sink and got himself a glass of water.
"How did you know?"
His eyes glowed green for a brief moment, creating a small aura around them. The glow disappeared and his eyes returned to normal. The pupils returned to their normal size, they had dilated to fill his entire eye for that brief moment.
"I forgot what that pike did to you."
"I could show you everything it did to me, but I don't feel like it."
They laughed together for the first time in a long time.
*****
Sunday came and went, now it was Monday, and Nate had decided to pay a visit to this D-Hall. Besides, one of his classes was in that hallway. As soon as he stepped into it, he seemed to have been spotted by every bully there. He wasn't in the hallway for two seconds when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Yes?" he said turning to face whomever it was.
It was someone who seemed that could possibly play football, but he hadn't seen him at the game.
"Hand over your lunch money," he said punching his hand with his fist.
"Um, no," Nate said and turned back around.
There was the expected hand on his shoulder that he was waiting for. His legs bent slightly, and one was moved forward for leverage. He then thrust his elbow back, pushing it along with his other hand, and rammed it into his attacker's abdomen, sending him to the floor. He stood to his full height and looked down at the teenager now clutching his stomach.
"Idiot," he said turning back to walking to his class, which would be calculus.
*****
Lunchtime rolled around in no time, and Nate was sitting at the table he was at the other day. He could feel the eyes of others upon him, mainly the one he had put in his place earlier. Eating slowly was really starting to get on their nerves, he could tell. To attack him in the cafeteria, with all these people watching, would be just stupid. They knew to wait till he was done and out of the room, but by eating slowly he knew he would drive them insane.
So, with a smile on his face, and a mocking look to boot, he continued eating slowly. He toyed with them a bit, pretending to finish and get up, and then sit back down; enjoying them mimicking his movements. Then he thought that maybe he had played with them enough, and should finish this. He finished eating and stood up for real, almost laughing when they got up and sat back down, thinking he would do the same.
After throwing his tray in the trash, he stepped through the door that led to D-Hall. They followed, massing in the aisles as they went. When they reached the door and opened it, they saw him standing a little ways down the hall. He just stood there, arms crossed over his chest, and eyes closed, waiting. One particularly bulky one stepped up to him, and was sent to the floor by means of a forehead to the face.
Nate's eyes were open now, and waiting for them to attack. But they didn't. Instead they huddled together, discussing what to do.
"An organized mob, that's new," he said still standing at ready, he could hear what they were saying, and it was nothing new.
"I'll go for his right leg," one said.
"Alright, I get his left," said another.
"Bill, you grab his right arm, and I'll take his left," a third said.
"Gotcha Sam," said Bill.
"What do the rest of us do?" asked one.
"Punch him, kick him, hit with whatever you can think of," Sam said.
"Okay," they said stupidly.
"Great, grabbing my arms and legs won't really do much," he yelled to them, "and try whispering, it helps to conceal your plans."
They all rushed at him. The first two he clothes-lined, sending them down next to their friend. The next was sent down with an upper-cut, and the one on his other side he kicked in the face. One of them jumped on his back; Nate just reached over, grabbed him by his head, and flipped him over his head and onto his back. He snapped his head forward, and his braid whipped out, the ring smashing some guy in the nose. This continued till there was just one left, he stood stock-still looking around at his fallen friends. Nate ran forward, and did a quick roundhouse kick to his face, sending him flying through the doors and into the cafeteria. He just whipped his head around, sending his braid flying back over his shoulder, and behind him.
"Morons," he said walking through the bodies, stepping on a few, back into the caf.
He walked into a hail of applause, and that's when he noticed that most of the people in the lunchroom were freshmen. They had been bullied by those thugs since the beginning of the year, and had been waiting for someone to do something other than just give them detention.
"Sindel," came a very authoritative voice.
"Yes, Mr. Barkin?" Nate asked.
"I hope you realize that you have detention today, room one-twelve," Mr. Steve Barkin said.
"Yeah, fine," Nate said shrugging.
*****
At detention Nate sat with his feet up on the desk, his hands folded on his stomach, and his eyes closed. The eyes were on him once again, and he heard the whispers going around. All of the people involved in the mass beating were there. One of them had a bandage on his nose, from where Nate's ring had hit it.
'This is a lot more peaceful than I thought it would be,' he thought running his fingers through his hair.
The sound of fidgeting could already be heard, and it hadn't even been five minutes. While that happened, Nate kept completely still, being able to hold a position for much more than an hour. He opened his eyes though when the door opened, and in walked Brick Flagg.
"This is room one-twelve, right?" he asked.
"That's what it says on the door," Nate said sarcastically as Barkin shot him a look death look.
"Yes, take that seat over there, Brick," Barkin said pointing to the seat behind Nate.
'Wonderful, now I've got another idiot on my back,' he though, pulling his braid from its resting place on the desktop behind him, and bringing it over his shoulder.
As always in detention there were those that had made a career out of it. Junior, Vinnie, and Big Mike were all there, even though they had nothing to do with the incident. Barkin was so used to having them there, that he didn't even care to stop them from talking; he had given up on them a long time ago.
*****
After detention Nate walked through the halls, completely aware of the mob following him. He knew they wouldn't try anything now that they knew he could beat them all, so he walked along with his hands behind his head, and a small smile on his face. When he opened the door, he saw Shego standing next to her red convertible looking around for him.
"Need a ride?" she asked.
"Why not, but we should leave now, cheerleading practice will be over in like thirty seconds," he said looking at his watch. "You don't want Kim to see you here, do you?"
"I suppose, but that whole thing between us, it's just business," she jumped over the door into her seat.
He threw his bag in the back and placed his hand on the back of the driver's seat, flipping himself up, over Shego, and into the passenger seat. He hadn't noticed that the doors were opening, and the cheerleaders were exiting the school.
"Floor it."
"I always do!"
She pressed the gas pedal to the floor and the car went from zero to 75 in a matter of seconds. They went through the parking lot, up the drive, and out onto the street at that speed. As soon as they were on the road, Shego decided to act like to big sister she was.
"So, why were you out of there so late?"
"Eh, got into a big brawl, and had to put some of them into their places," he said nonchalantly.
"That's my little brother," she said punching him in the shoulder.
TBC
There, that's the fourth chapter. Now we know how Shego fits into all this. I'm sorry for the last chapter looking so crappy at first. I've been having some trouble with my disk drive, because I typed it on a laptop, and...I don't know what happened. But, here's something that I've been debating with myself over, and I figured, hey fans know best. I know, I know get to the point. Well, here it is, I need to know how Kim should find out about Nate? Should he tell her, or should she find out in a more...indirect way? I want you, the people, to vote for which ine you think would be best, because, frankly, I don't know.
Claimer: I do own any OC's in this fic.
Last chapter ended with you, the reader, finding out just who has hired Nate. Like I said, Killmen became the director of the GJ after the old one died, it's a lifetime job. You also learn that Killmen is willing to have Nate do anything to honor his contract, even kill Kim Possible.
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( ) author's notes
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"You're asking me to kill Kim Possible?" Nate asked rather coyly. "If that's my next target, then I guess I'll have to abide by my contract."
"Wait, I meant for you to treat her as an obstacle in your way, not as the direct target," Killmen said quickly, his job was the protection of the innocent after all.
"I see," Nate said fiddling with the large gold ring at the end of his braid. "Fine then, I'll be going now."
He let go of the ring, which swung back and struck the oak desk, leaving a small scratch.
"Not so fast."
"What now?" he asked obviously annoyed by this person's persistence, he hated those kinds of people.
"I want you to take this file with you," Killmen reached into the file cabinet next to him and pulled out the folder.
Nate took the folder from him and looked into it. It was pretty basic profile of an old man, on the next page, a young man. Both had the looks of people from the Mediterranean coasts of Spain. Neither of them looked too dangerous, but most people don't look dangerous.
"One Senor Senior Sr., and Senor Senior Jr.?" Nate asked looking over the profiles. "Goal, take over Europe, motive...boredom?"
He just shrugged and placed the file into a bag he had at his hip, the strap slung over his shoulder. He flipped the flap back over the opening and latched it. With a cruel look on his face he turned around and kicked the heavy doors open. Walking up to the many tubes that lined the walls, he saw one that seemed familiar.
The doors closed and he was whooshed back up through the network of tubes, and dispelled just outside Bueno Nacho. He reached up and adjusted his hair, which had flown around a bit in the tube. He ran his fingers through it a few times, stopping them as the hair converged into the braid. Looking up the street he saw the fast food restaurant and remembered he hadn't eaten all day.
"Why not?" he shrugged and walked towards it.
He opened the door and walked up to the counter. He ordered just a pate of nachos, and when he had them, went and sat down at a table in the corner. While he ate, he opened up the file he had received and looked it over.
"There is a way I can do this without having to kill him," he thought out loud placing the file back in his bag. "If this is just from boredom, then maybe I can get him on a new hobby."
"Get who on a new hobby?" came the now familiar, and slightly irritating voice of Kim.
"My uncle," Nate quickly lied, "he likes stamp collecting too much, and it really annoys the rest of the family."
"Oh," she said, "is this seat taken?"
"No."
She stared at him for a moment before saying, "Well?"
"Oh, I'm sorry I thought it was implied that you could sit here," he said sounding a little embarrassed. 'That's it Nate, just keep up the little act.'
"What was it that you had to take care of?"
"Just a phone call, from my dad," he said grabbing a nacho. "He's in Italy right now, and won't be home for a few weeks."
"Ah, I see, so you're alone a lot?"
"Yeah, but I've learned to cope. It's really not all that bad, so peaceful and quiet."
"I was wondering..." she started.
Nate's eye started to twitch, and his breath grew slightly more rapid, not enough to notice, but rapid nonetheless.
'Shit, did she figure it out? No, of course not, she has nothing to go on,' he thought as his eyes darted from her to the door.
"Since you seem to know so much about me me, I want to know something about you," she said and he let out a breath he had been holding.
"Not much to tell really, nothing special about me," he said slid the bag off the table, letting it hang off his shoulder.
"I'm sure there's something," she said leaning on the table.
"The only thing I'm good at is the lance," he grabbed another nacho. "And I can cook, that's about it."
"Oh, well, that's something," she reached for a nacho from his plate.
"If I tried I could probably do something like save the world," he pushed the plate towards her, and slid down in his seat. "It can't be that hard."
*****
A few hours later Nate arrived home after walking around the town for a little bit.
"Dear god, that was the most boring afternoon of my life," he said pulling out his key, only to find the door unlocked.
Opening the door he looked one way, then the other; no one in the room on either side of the door. So he proceeded forward looking in every room on his way. Finally he reached the last room in the house, the spacious kitchen, and sitting at the table was the last person he expected, or wanted, to see.
Her black, green-lined, hair fell down around her back, the color matching her black lipstick. Her outfit, half green half black. Dark green eyes flicked at him across the room. Everything dark on her was accented by the fact that her skin was extremely pale. In front of her sat a half-drunk glass of water. She was the only person in his entire family to ever be found out, and to have a record. In his kitchen was...Shego.
"Mom always told you to cut your hair," she said with s smirk.
"She always told you to cut your nails," he responded also smiling.
Shego stood and walked over to him, giving him a hug.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"What, I can't visit my baby brother?" she pinched his cheek.
"Cut it out," he knocked her hand away.
She just laughed and went back to her seat. He stared at her, wondering just why she was here. It couldn't have been just to visit him, it couldn't be that simple.
"Come on, you expect me to believe you came all this way to see me?"
"No, but then again, you're not suppose to."
"You're slipping, I shouldn't have even known you were here, till I saw you," he laughed a little, "you left the door unlocked."
"I did that on purpose."
"You do a lot of things 'on purpose'. So," he sat down next to her, "why are you here, really?"
"Drakken's just getting too insistent, like a spoiled brat," she said gulping down the last of her water. "Just a few days ago he wanted to use me as a guinea pig."
"I don't know why you signed a 10 year contract with him."
"Eh, pay is good, plus I get unlimited vacation time."
"Yet you rarely use it."
"I know, like just the other day I..." she stopped there, looking at him, the look on his face.
He looked disappointed, like she had let him down. It was strange to see him looking like that. Given she hadn't seen him in almost a year, that look seemed almost alien to her. The only other person to look like that was her mother.
"So, who are you working for these days?" she asked, changing the subject off her current employer.
"The GJ," he said and noticed the look on her face, "don't ask why."
"If I can't ask why, then how much?"
"Eight million a head," he said noticing the bag still strapped to his shoulder.
Getting up, he put slung the shoulder strap over one of the hooks on the wall. As he did, the back of his shirt rode up his back, revealing the pike handle attached to his belt. The blade and pole were retracted, waiting for him to summon them.
"You're still using the pike?" she asked noticing it.
"Yeah, so, at least I'm not using gloves," he retorted.
"They work just fine for me," she removed the gloves and placed them on the table.
"And mine for me," he said, placing the handle, which looks something like a swords handle, on the table.
They watched as the gloves slowly moved across the table to touch the handle. It was as if the gloves and handle were attracted to each other like magnets.
"I've been following you," she said abruptly.
"Yeah, I know," he moved to the sink and got himself a glass of water.
"How did you know?"
His eyes glowed green for a brief moment, creating a small aura around them. The glow disappeared and his eyes returned to normal. The pupils returned to their normal size, they had dilated to fill his entire eye for that brief moment.
"I forgot what that pike did to you."
"I could show you everything it did to me, but I don't feel like it."
They laughed together for the first time in a long time.
*****
Sunday came and went, now it was Monday, and Nate had decided to pay a visit to this D-Hall. Besides, one of his classes was in that hallway. As soon as he stepped into it, he seemed to have been spotted by every bully there. He wasn't in the hallway for two seconds when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Yes?" he said turning to face whomever it was.
It was someone who seemed that could possibly play football, but he hadn't seen him at the game.
"Hand over your lunch money," he said punching his hand with his fist.
"Um, no," Nate said and turned back around.
There was the expected hand on his shoulder that he was waiting for. His legs bent slightly, and one was moved forward for leverage. He then thrust his elbow back, pushing it along with his other hand, and rammed it into his attacker's abdomen, sending him to the floor. He stood to his full height and looked down at the teenager now clutching his stomach.
"Idiot," he said turning back to walking to his class, which would be calculus.
*****
Lunchtime rolled around in no time, and Nate was sitting at the table he was at the other day. He could feel the eyes of others upon him, mainly the one he had put in his place earlier. Eating slowly was really starting to get on their nerves, he could tell. To attack him in the cafeteria, with all these people watching, would be just stupid. They knew to wait till he was done and out of the room, but by eating slowly he knew he would drive them insane.
So, with a smile on his face, and a mocking look to boot, he continued eating slowly. He toyed with them a bit, pretending to finish and get up, and then sit back down; enjoying them mimicking his movements. Then he thought that maybe he had played with them enough, and should finish this. He finished eating and stood up for real, almost laughing when they got up and sat back down, thinking he would do the same.
After throwing his tray in the trash, he stepped through the door that led to D-Hall. They followed, massing in the aisles as they went. When they reached the door and opened it, they saw him standing a little ways down the hall. He just stood there, arms crossed over his chest, and eyes closed, waiting. One particularly bulky one stepped up to him, and was sent to the floor by means of a forehead to the face.
Nate's eyes were open now, and waiting for them to attack. But they didn't. Instead they huddled together, discussing what to do.
"An organized mob, that's new," he said still standing at ready, he could hear what they were saying, and it was nothing new.
"I'll go for his right leg," one said.
"Alright, I get his left," said another.
"Bill, you grab his right arm, and I'll take his left," a third said.
"Gotcha Sam," said Bill.
"What do the rest of us do?" asked one.
"Punch him, kick him, hit with whatever you can think of," Sam said.
"Okay," they said stupidly.
"Great, grabbing my arms and legs won't really do much," he yelled to them, "and try whispering, it helps to conceal your plans."
They all rushed at him. The first two he clothes-lined, sending them down next to their friend. The next was sent down with an upper-cut, and the one on his other side he kicked in the face. One of them jumped on his back; Nate just reached over, grabbed him by his head, and flipped him over his head and onto his back. He snapped his head forward, and his braid whipped out, the ring smashing some guy in the nose. This continued till there was just one left, he stood stock-still looking around at his fallen friends. Nate ran forward, and did a quick roundhouse kick to his face, sending him flying through the doors and into the cafeteria. He just whipped his head around, sending his braid flying back over his shoulder, and behind him.
"Morons," he said walking through the bodies, stepping on a few, back into the caf.
He walked into a hail of applause, and that's when he noticed that most of the people in the lunchroom were freshmen. They had been bullied by those thugs since the beginning of the year, and had been waiting for someone to do something other than just give them detention.
"Sindel," came a very authoritative voice.
"Yes, Mr. Barkin?" Nate asked.
"I hope you realize that you have detention today, room one-twelve," Mr. Steve Barkin said.
"Yeah, fine," Nate said shrugging.
*****
At detention Nate sat with his feet up on the desk, his hands folded on his stomach, and his eyes closed. The eyes were on him once again, and he heard the whispers going around. All of the people involved in the mass beating were there. One of them had a bandage on his nose, from where Nate's ring had hit it.
'This is a lot more peaceful than I thought it would be,' he thought running his fingers through his hair.
The sound of fidgeting could already be heard, and it hadn't even been five minutes. While that happened, Nate kept completely still, being able to hold a position for much more than an hour. He opened his eyes though when the door opened, and in walked Brick Flagg.
"This is room one-twelve, right?" he asked.
"That's what it says on the door," Nate said sarcastically as Barkin shot him a look death look.
"Yes, take that seat over there, Brick," Barkin said pointing to the seat behind Nate.
'Wonderful, now I've got another idiot on my back,' he though, pulling his braid from its resting place on the desktop behind him, and bringing it over his shoulder.
As always in detention there were those that had made a career out of it. Junior, Vinnie, and Big Mike were all there, even though they had nothing to do with the incident. Barkin was so used to having them there, that he didn't even care to stop them from talking; he had given up on them a long time ago.
*****
After detention Nate walked through the halls, completely aware of the mob following him. He knew they wouldn't try anything now that they knew he could beat them all, so he walked along with his hands behind his head, and a small smile on his face. When he opened the door, he saw Shego standing next to her red convertible looking around for him.
"Need a ride?" she asked.
"Why not, but we should leave now, cheerleading practice will be over in like thirty seconds," he said looking at his watch. "You don't want Kim to see you here, do you?"
"I suppose, but that whole thing between us, it's just business," she jumped over the door into her seat.
He threw his bag in the back and placed his hand on the back of the driver's seat, flipping himself up, over Shego, and into the passenger seat. He hadn't noticed that the doors were opening, and the cheerleaders were exiting the school.
"Floor it."
"I always do!"
She pressed the gas pedal to the floor and the car went from zero to 75 in a matter of seconds. They went through the parking lot, up the drive, and out onto the street at that speed. As soon as they were on the road, Shego decided to act like to big sister she was.
"So, why were you out of there so late?"
"Eh, got into a big brawl, and had to put some of them into their places," he said nonchalantly.
"That's my little brother," she said punching him in the shoulder.
TBC
There, that's the fourth chapter. Now we know how Shego fits into all this. I'm sorry for the last chapter looking so crappy at first. I've been having some trouble with my disk drive, because I typed it on a laptop, and...I don't know what happened. But, here's something that I've been debating with myself over, and I figured, hey fans know best. I know, I know get to the point. Well, here it is, I need to know how Kim should find out about Nate? Should he tell her, or should she find out in a more...indirect way? I want you, the people, to vote for which ine you think would be best, because, frankly, I don't know.
