Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible.
Claimer: I do own any OC's in this fic.
Okay, last chapter was action packed, well, not really, but it had its highs and lows. There are some spelling errors, since I wrote it at three in the morning and I was tired. This chapter is just as action packed, with the advent of Kim finding out just who Nate is looming over us. The person who asked what's Shego's purpose, well that will reveal itself in later chapters, you should have known that.
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***** scene change
The Assassin
Chapter 5
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Nate walked calmly through the halls Tuesday, noticing a few of the people who jumped him missing. He thought they might have had ISS (In School Suspension), or they had simply skipped, or (he smiles) they're in the hospital. Nothing really had phased him about the whole ordeal, even though people kept asking him if he was all right.
'Feh,' he thought, 'those small-minded people don't know the type of power I posses.'
The first class he had was English, with Kim and Ron. He wasn't sure if Kim had seen him with his sister or not, so today was the day of truth. If she had, she'd probably give him a suspicious look, and if she didn't, she'd probably do nothing.
He sat down in his seat, saying hello to Ron. Kim waved to him, which answered his question; she hadn't seen him. As soon as the first bell rang, students loitering in the hall began to file in, taking their seats and instantly falling into the stupor that usually overtook them in class.
"Nate," Ron whispered, "did you hear what happened to all those guys yesterday? One of them, his face was just broken."
"Yeah, I know what happened to them," Nate whispered back.
"What?"
"Me," he said with a small smile.
A shocked, surprised, and confused look covered Ron's face, as he turned slowly around to face forward. The teacher wasn't disturbed from his lesson plan, even when Ron made a small sound, much like and 'eep'. He just kept spewing out whatever he knew about Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain for those of you who don't read).
"Does anyone know what mark twain is?" Mr. Matthews asked abruptly.
Everyone looked rather confused at that question. Mr. Matthews looked from left to right, till a single hand was raised in the air. It was Nate's hand that was raised.
"Ah, Nate, please, enlighten us."
"Mark twain is the term used by old riverboat pilots that signals two fathoms, or twelve feet," he said bringing his hand down. "It was a way of telling the deepest, and safest, point in a reef along the Mississippi."
"Very good, I didn't think anyone would know that."
Nate didn't respond to that, he just returned to pretending to do something constructive. Mostly what he did in class was draw; nothing in particular, just what came to mind.
*****
After school Nate walked to the gym. Once in it he found that the cheerleaders were, again, all ready and doing their warm ups, but one was, again, missing. He walked past them and waved, they all waved back. In the corner, where he left it, was the pole. He picked it up, removed his shoes, and stepped out onto the floor.
As soon as he raised the pole above his head something just had to happen. And it happened in the form a giant robot crashing through one of the gym walls. He turned around to look at it, at the hole it made. The robot was about 20 feet tall, with four arms that looked like tentacles, with three claws at the end. It stood on two massive legs, also having "claws" on them.
The cheerleaders started running away from it, screaming. All of them except for Tara, who seemed to be frozen on the spot. She stood there, mouth gaping open in a silent scream.
"Dammit," he said running forward as one of the claws extended toward her.
When the claw was nearly five feet away, Tara decided she should move, and crouched down, covering her head. But the fatal blow from the claw never came. She slowly cracked an eye open and saw Nate standing over her, holding the arm at bay with the pole.
"You okay?" he asked shifting his arms to be able to push the claws farther away. She just nodded. "Good."
About that time Kim came running out of the locker room fully dressed in her cheerleading outfit.
"Where were you?" Bonnie asked.
"I wasn't gonna run out here naked, who do you think I am?" Kim retorted.
Nate was ignoring the little dispute behind him, and decided to show them a bit more of his strength. He slowly began to bend his arms, letting the claw get closer, and fooling the robot's A.I. into thinking he was weakening. When the claw was only about six inches from his face he gave an almighty shove, sending the robot's arm back. In that split second he raised the pole, and sliced back down, cutting the claw, and some of the arm, in half. The pole, being made of the material it was made of, finally cracked and split under the pressure.
While the robot was distracted by its arm, Nate picked up Tara and ran to the other side of the gym, depositing her amongst her friends. He stood and looked at Kim in a disappointed way, like she had failed. Turning to inspect the condition of the robot, he found it to be gone, and behind where it was standing was massive hole. He ran across the gym and looked down into the seemingly bottomless hole. After a few minutes he walked back to the group.
"I don't get it, they've never attacked here, at least not like this before," Kim said looking at the massive hole in the gym wall.
"And what about your friends Kim, don't you think you should have been out here first, like the captain you are?" Nate asked. "If you had been, I wouldn't have had to get involved."
"I'm glad you did, though," Tara said smiling a little even though she was still shaken up, "thank you."
"How did this turn into an attack on me?" Kim blurted out stepping towards him.
"It's not an attack, I was just stating a fact," he turned towards the door and left with a small wave of his hand; not even a wave, more like an over- the-shoulder flick.
"I just can't figure him out," Kim said to no one, yet the whole squad heard.
"Kim, maybe its just his way of saying he likes you," Tara suggested while struggling to stand, her legs still wouldn't work properly.
"You're starting to sound like Ron."
"Where're we supposed to practice now?" one of the cheerleaders asked.
"I guess, out on the field," Kim said leading them out of the gym.
*****
When Nate arrived home Shego was still there. He still didn't know the real reason as to why she had come, but nonetheless he was glad to see her. She had already told him that it wasn't Drakken that made the robot; that she knew of. It had been almost a week since she had left Drakken, and it was possible that he could have made it.
"Everyone has to make a living," Nate said to himself. "It's just a matter of doing what your good at."
He was sitting on the roof, looking over the file for Lord Monty Fisk, AKA Monkey Fist. It would really be no trouble at all to take him down. There were other things that a monkey man could do that didn't involve "monkey power". Right now he was trading secrets, the best secrets to the highest bidder.
"Sometimes it's just too easy, isn't it?" Shego asked.
"Sometimes? Try most of the time."
She laughed a little and then fell silent.
"If he tells me to, then I will kill Drakken," Nate said placing a hand on her shoulder.
"So, it'll get me out my contract a few years early," she said forcing a smile.
*****
That night, over the ocean in England, Nate was stalking his prey. Monkey Fist was awake, and walking through his home, heading for the basement. He stopped walking for a moment, and looked around, unaware that Nate was concealed in the shadows only a few feet away. When he was about to open the door, Nate stepped forth, raised his pike, and sliced off his head. The blood left on the blade was in instantly evaporated by the heat of it.
"Too easy," he said, and a wave of green energy blasted out all around him, incinerating the surveillance cameras.
This time, he had decided, this time would be different. There would be no clues left for her to find. No tapes, no record that he had even been here; besides the whole blowing up the house thing. He was sure that she would already know it was him. The only thing that he was worried about was her putting the pieces together. But he knew she wouldn't anytime soon.
He walked the halls, past the headless torso of Monty Fisk's assistant (I don't know his name), and into the control room for the entire mansion. He looked over the controls, very complicated, but he wasn't looking for anything in particular. Ramming the pike into the console, he moved it around, slicing up the insides of the panel. He then proceeded in slicing it up completely, and he didn't stop till it was ripped to pieces.
"There, now they'll have no surveillance records of me ever being here," he pulled the pike out of the shredded pieces of metal.
He left the mansion through the front door and walked to a safe distance. Turning, he raised the pike, and pointed at the open door. A green ball of energy quickly began to gather and grow larger. The ball launched straight through the door. A massive explosion ensued, sending boulders and other small pieces of shrapnel flying through the air. Nate was at a safe enough distance not to be hit by anything too big.
*****
Kim stood at her locker, getting her things for second period when the screen on the computer flicked on. Wade was there, per usual, and he looked like he had news.
"Hey Wade, what's up?" she asked.
"You remember Lord Monty Fisk, right?" he asked.
"Guy with the freakish genetically engineered hands and feet?" Ron said holding up his hands. "Are you daft man, of course we remember."
"Ron, settle," Kim said putting a hand on his shoulder. "What about Fisk?"
"Well, he's dead. In much the same way as Killigan," Wade said sending pictures of the ruins.
"Oh my god," Kim said covering her mouth.
"Wade, were there any surveillance records?" Ron asked hiding Rufus' eyes.
"Not this time, they found the control room, and all the computers were shredded," he said as a picture of that covered the screen.
Kim and Ron stopped and looked at the pictures as they appeared on the screen, listening to the PA calling students to the office. One name stuck out from the others.
"Pat Rork, Drew Rubbuk, Nate Sindel..." the announcer went on with the rest of the names.
"I still say you should ask him out Kim," Ron said getting his things out of his locker.
"If you and Tara keep that up, I just might," she said closing her locker. "Speaking of Tara, why haven't you asked her out yet?"
"I will, I was planning on asking her to go to Monique's party with me tomorrow night," he said closing his own locker.
"Well, there's no better time than the present," she pointed past him at Tara who was walking towards them.
"I'll make you a deal," he said in a whisper. "If I ask Tara to go with me, then you have to ask Nate."
"Fine," she agreed, she was sure that Ron wouldn't chicken out.
Don't you just hate it when things go wrong.
*****
Nate sat by himself again at lunch, even though he probably could have sat any table he chose. He was already sure that Kim was still oblivious to the fact that he was the assassin. Even if his little show the other day had gotten her suspecting, there were ways of getting her to forget. But these methods called for certain measures to be taken, measures he wasn't sure he wanted to do (no, not that...perverts).
He couldn't help but smile, though, at the thought of her. Something was wrong, he thought, why was he having these feelings. She was nothing but an obstacle to him, or, at least, that's what he told him. Maybe making her forget, would be a good idea. Another smile crossed his face (no lie, it's not that).
"Back to the issue at hand," he said to himself. "Who was it that sent the robot. It couldn't have been Drakken, even he gets credit for being a good programmer. If it was him then the robot would have gone straight for Kim and ignored everyone else. Someone who was careless, almost a little off their rocker."
"Hey Nate," Kim said sitting across from him, interrupting his train of thought.
"Huh, oh, hi," he looked up quickly at her, then back down.
He looked back up at her, like a delayed double take. The look on her face was the look of someone who had lost something. Her eyes seemed to wander, instead of focusing on one thing, and she was playing with her hair more than often. Let's just say that she is so nervous that if she was wearing that centurion project thing, it would be at Defcon 1.
"Yes?" he asked tentatively.
"Well, I was wondering if you were doing anything tomorrow night?" she asked slowly, trying to find the best words for this.
"Let me think...nope, why?"
"Well, there's this big Holloween party at my friend's house, and I was wondering if you wanted to go?"
He looked slightly surprised at her, not really knowing now to respond to something like that. No one in his entire life, in all the schools he'd been in, in all the countries he'd been to; no one had ever asked him that question. It wasn't as if the question was alien to him, he had heard people say it, just never to him. Still, this situation wasn't what he had expected when she came over to his table.
"Yeah sure, why not?" he said wondering what spurned her onto this.
"Thanks for saving Tara from the robot yesterday."
"No problem. I'm sure it was nothing you couldn't have done yourself."
"I don't think I could have done what you did."
"I'm not so sure, you never know what you can do till you try. And that's becoming harder and harder isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing, I was thinking out loud."
"Oh."
'So trusting,' he thought as he grabbed the empty tray and stood up. "I'll see ya later Kim."
"Kay," she nodded.
He threw the tray away and left the cafeteria, the feeling of several pairs of eyes on him followed him. It was nothing unusual to him, wherever he went people always stared at him. He wasn't sure if it was his hair, or his face, or both, but he knew it was one of the two.
*****
Shego sat at the table, a bowl of soup in front of her. Nate was still at school, and with him gone she could find nothing to do in Middleton. He had always somehow been able to make her smile. The kind of smile that doesn't come from doing something wrong, the kind of smile that only family can induce.
The front door opened and she stood up, looking down the hallway to the door. Nate stepped in and threw his bag into the living room, landing it on the couch.
"What're you doing here early?" she asked walking down the hall to him.
"Two study halls third and fourth period," he said removing his outer shirt, leaving just a tank.
"I didn't know that you could leave."
"Neither did I till today," he said walking to the kitchen and taking his other bag off the hook.
"You need to get some better food around here," she poured the soup down the drain.
"Yeah, I know, what do you expect the stuff's been in there for about a year," he said slinging the bag over his shoulder.
She dramatically placed her hand over her mouth and made a gagging sound. He just laughed at her little show.
"That's over a year old and you didn't tell me?"
"I forgot," he shrugged.
"That's bullshit, you don't forget anything."
"Fine, you wanna know the real reason?"
She nodded.
"You never asked," he leaned in so his face was a few inches from hers, smiled, and pulled back.
"You little..." she trailed off and started chasing him.
He got to the end of the hall, his back against the door, reached behind him and pulled out the pike handle. She had donned her gloves in the process of chasing him and was about to slice when he held up the handle. Like two magnets whose polarities were reversed, her gloves stopped. But they weren't stopped for long. In an another second she was shot back from him. Meanwhile he was slammed back against the door.
"You forgot these repel from each other, didn't you?" he said rubbing his back where the doorknob had jabbed him..
When being held the two weapons repel, when not being touched, they attract. It'll all come together a little later in the story, you'll see.
"I guess I did," she kicked out and flipped to her feet. She rubbed the back of her head, and being rewarded with slight pain.
TBC
Okay, that's the end of the chapter 5. The voting time for how Kim finds out is now over. She'll find out in an indirect way in the next chapter, or maybe the one after that. What I need now is ideas as to how she should find out. I already got a few from a reviewer, and I need more. I have one on my mind now, but it might not be good. She'll actually find out twice, because he will make her forget the first time. Anyway, next chapter is Holloween, I could some ideas for that. One more thing, Peacemaker Aqua, great story, keep the chapters coming, and please get to the F/F part soon.
Claimer: I do own any OC's in this fic.
Okay, last chapter was action packed, well, not really, but it had its highs and lows. There are some spelling errors, since I wrote it at three in the morning and I was tired. This chapter is just as action packed, with the advent of Kim finding out just who Nate is looming over us. The person who asked what's Shego's purpose, well that will reveal itself in later chapters, you should have known that.
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' ' thought
( ) author's notes
***** scene change
The Assassin
Chapter 5
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*
Nate walked calmly through the halls Tuesday, noticing a few of the people who jumped him missing. He thought they might have had ISS (In School Suspension), or they had simply skipped, or (he smiles) they're in the hospital. Nothing really had phased him about the whole ordeal, even though people kept asking him if he was all right.
'Feh,' he thought, 'those small-minded people don't know the type of power I posses.'
The first class he had was English, with Kim and Ron. He wasn't sure if Kim had seen him with his sister or not, so today was the day of truth. If she had, she'd probably give him a suspicious look, and if she didn't, she'd probably do nothing.
He sat down in his seat, saying hello to Ron. Kim waved to him, which answered his question; she hadn't seen him. As soon as the first bell rang, students loitering in the hall began to file in, taking their seats and instantly falling into the stupor that usually overtook them in class.
"Nate," Ron whispered, "did you hear what happened to all those guys yesterday? One of them, his face was just broken."
"Yeah, I know what happened to them," Nate whispered back.
"What?"
"Me," he said with a small smile.
A shocked, surprised, and confused look covered Ron's face, as he turned slowly around to face forward. The teacher wasn't disturbed from his lesson plan, even when Ron made a small sound, much like and 'eep'. He just kept spewing out whatever he knew about Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain for those of you who don't read).
"Does anyone know what mark twain is?" Mr. Matthews asked abruptly.
Everyone looked rather confused at that question. Mr. Matthews looked from left to right, till a single hand was raised in the air. It was Nate's hand that was raised.
"Ah, Nate, please, enlighten us."
"Mark twain is the term used by old riverboat pilots that signals two fathoms, or twelve feet," he said bringing his hand down. "It was a way of telling the deepest, and safest, point in a reef along the Mississippi."
"Very good, I didn't think anyone would know that."
Nate didn't respond to that, he just returned to pretending to do something constructive. Mostly what he did in class was draw; nothing in particular, just what came to mind.
*****
After school Nate walked to the gym. Once in it he found that the cheerleaders were, again, all ready and doing their warm ups, but one was, again, missing. He walked past them and waved, they all waved back. In the corner, where he left it, was the pole. He picked it up, removed his shoes, and stepped out onto the floor.
As soon as he raised the pole above his head something just had to happen. And it happened in the form a giant robot crashing through one of the gym walls. He turned around to look at it, at the hole it made. The robot was about 20 feet tall, with four arms that looked like tentacles, with three claws at the end. It stood on two massive legs, also having "claws" on them.
The cheerleaders started running away from it, screaming. All of them except for Tara, who seemed to be frozen on the spot. She stood there, mouth gaping open in a silent scream.
"Dammit," he said running forward as one of the claws extended toward her.
When the claw was nearly five feet away, Tara decided she should move, and crouched down, covering her head. But the fatal blow from the claw never came. She slowly cracked an eye open and saw Nate standing over her, holding the arm at bay with the pole.
"You okay?" he asked shifting his arms to be able to push the claws farther away. She just nodded. "Good."
About that time Kim came running out of the locker room fully dressed in her cheerleading outfit.
"Where were you?" Bonnie asked.
"I wasn't gonna run out here naked, who do you think I am?" Kim retorted.
Nate was ignoring the little dispute behind him, and decided to show them a bit more of his strength. He slowly began to bend his arms, letting the claw get closer, and fooling the robot's A.I. into thinking he was weakening. When the claw was only about six inches from his face he gave an almighty shove, sending the robot's arm back. In that split second he raised the pole, and sliced back down, cutting the claw, and some of the arm, in half. The pole, being made of the material it was made of, finally cracked and split under the pressure.
While the robot was distracted by its arm, Nate picked up Tara and ran to the other side of the gym, depositing her amongst her friends. He stood and looked at Kim in a disappointed way, like she had failed. Turning to inspect the condition of the robot, he found it to be gone, and behind where it was standing was massive hole. He ran across the gym and looked down into the seemingly bottomless hole. After a few minutes he walked back to the group.
"I don't get it, they've never attacked here, at least not like this before," Kim said looking at the massive hole in the gym wall.
"And what about your friends Kim, don't you think you should have been out here first, like the captain you are?" Nate asked. "If you had been, I wouldn't have had to get involved."
"I'm glad you did, though," Tara said smiling a little even though she was still shaken up, "thank you."
"How did this turn into an attack on me?" Kim blurted out stepping towards him.
"It's not an attack, I was just stating a fact," he turned towards the door and left with a small wave of his hand; not even a wave, more like an over- the-shoulder flick.
"I just can't figure him out," Kim said to no one, yet the whole squad heard.
"Kim, maybe its just his way of saying he likes you," Tara suggested while struggling to stand, her legs still wouldn't work properly.
"You're starting to sound like Ron."
"Where're we supposed to practice now?" one of the cheerleaders asked.
"I guess, out on the field," Kim said leading them out of the gym.
*****
When Nate arrived home Shego was still there. He still didn't know the real reason as to why she had come, but nonetheless he was glad to see her. She had already told him that it wasn't Drakken that made the robot; that she knew of. It had been almost a week since she had left Drakken, and it was possible that he could have made it.
"Everyone has to make a living," Nate said to himself. "It's just a matter of doing what your good at."
He was sitting on the roof, looking over the file for Lord Monty Fisk, AKA Monkey Fist. It would really be no trouble at all to take him down. There were other things that a monkey man could do that didn't involve "monkey power". Right now he was trading secrets, the best secrets to the highest bidder.
"Sometimes it's just too easy, isn't it?" Shego asked.
"Sometimes? Try most of the time."
She laughed a little and then fell silent.
"If he tells me to, then I will kill Drakken," Nate said placing a hand on her shoulder.
"So, it'll get me out my contract a few years early," she said forcing a smile.
*****
That night, over the ocean in England, Nate was stalking his prey. Monkey Fist was awake, and walking through his home, heading for the basement. He stopped walking for a moment, and looked around, unaware that Nate was concealed in the shadows only a few feet away. When he was about to open the door, Nate stepped forth, raised his pike, and sliced off his head. The blood left on the blade was in instantly evaporated by the heat of it.
"Too easy," he said, and a wave of green energy blasted out all around him, incinerating the surveillance cameras.
This time, he had decided, this time would be different. There would be no clues left for her to find. No tapes, no record that he had even been here; besides the whole blowing up the house thing. He was sure that she would already know it was him. The only thing that he was worried about was her putting the pieces together. But he knew she wouldn't anytime soon.
He walked the halls, past the headless torso of Monty Fisk's assistant (I don't know his name), and into the control room for the entire mansion. He looked over the controls, very complicated, but he wasn't looking for anything in particular. Ramming the pike into the console, he moved it around, slicing up the insides of the panel. He then proceeded in slicing it up completely, and he didn't stop till it was ripped to pieces.
"There, now they'll have no surveillance records of me ever being here," he pulled the pike out of the shredded pieces of metal.
He left the mansion through the front door and walked to a safe distance. Turning, he raised the pike, and pointed at the open door. A green ball of energy quickly began to gather and grow larger. The ball launched straight through the door. A massive explosion ensued, sending boulders and other small pieces of shrapnel flying through the air. Nate was at a safe enough distance not to be hit by anything too big.
*****
Kim stood at her locker, getting her things for second period when the screen on the computer flicked on. Wade was there, per usual, and he looked like he had news.
"Hey Wade, what's up?" she asked.
"You remember Lord Monty Fisk, right?" he asked.
"Guy with the freakish genetically engineered hands and feet?" Ron said holding up his hands. "Are you daft man, of course we remember."
"Ron, settle," Kim said putting a hand on his shoulder. "What about Fisk?"
"Well, he's dead. In much the same way as Killigan," Wade said sending pictures of the ruins.
"Oh my god," Kim said covering her mouth.
"Wade, were there any surveillance records?" Ron asked hiding Rufus' eyes.
"Not this time, they found the control room, and all the computers were shredded," he said as a picture of that covered the screen.
Kim and Ron stopped and looked at the pictures as they appeared on the screen, listening to the PA calling students to the office. One name stuck out from the others.
"Pat Rork, Drew Rubbuk, Nate Sindel..." the announcer went on with the rest of the names.
"I still say you should ask him out Kim," Ron said getting his things out of his locker.
"If you and Tara keep that up, I just might," she said closing her locker. "Speaking of Tara, why haven't you asked her out yet?"
"I will, I was planning on asking her to go to Monique's party with me tomorrow night," he said closing his own locker.
"Well, there's no better time than the present," she pointed past him at Tara who was walking towards them.
"I'll make you a deal," he said in a whisper. "If I ask Tara to go with me, then you have to ask Nate."
"Fine," she agreed, she was sure that Ron wouldn't chicken out.
Don't you just hate it when things go wrong.
*****
Nate sat by himself again at lunch, even though he probably could have sat any table he chose. He was already sure that Kim was still oblivious to the fact that he was the assassin. Even if his little show the other day had gotten her suspecting, there were ways of getting her to forget. But these methods called for certain measures to be taken, measures he wasn't sure he wanted to do (no, not that...perverts).
He couldn't help but smile, though, at the thought of her. Something was wrong, he thought, why was he having these feelings. She was nothing but an obstacle to him, or, at least, that's what he told him. Maybe making her forget, would be a good idea. Another smile crossed his face (no lie, it's not that).
"Back to the issue at hand," he said to himself. "Who was it that sent the robot. It couldn't have been Drakken, even he gets credit for being a good programmer. If it was him then the robot would have gone straight for Kim and ignored everyone else. Someone who was careless, almost a little off their rocker."
"Hey Nate," Kim said sitting across from him, interrupting his train of thought.
"Huh, oh, hi," he looked up quickly at her, then back down.
He looked back up at her, like a delayed double take. The look on her face was the look of someone who had lost something. Her eyes seemed to wander, instead of focusing on one thing, and she was playing with her hair more than often. Let's just say that she is so nervous that if she was wearing that centurion project thing, it would be at Defcon 1.
"Yes?" he asked tentatively.
"Well, I was wondering if you were doing anything tomorrow night?" she asked slowly, trying to find the best words for this.
"Let me think...nope, why?"
"Well, there's this big Holloween party at my friend's house, and I was wondering if you wanted to go?"
He looked slightly surprised at her, not really knowing now to respond to something like that. No one in his entire life, in all the schools he'd been in, in all the countries he'd been to; no one had ever asked him that question. It wasn't as if the question was alien to him, he had heard people say it, just never to him. Still, this situation wasn't what he had expected when she came over to his table.
"Yeah sure, why not?" he said wondering what spurned her onto this.
"Thanks for saving Tara from the robot yesterday."
"No problem. I'm sure it was nothing you couldn't have done yourself."
"I don't think I could have done what you did."
"I'm not so sure, you never know what you can do till you try. And that's becoming harder and harder isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing, I was thinking out loud."
"Oh."
'So trusting,' he thought as he grabbed the empty tray and stood up. "I'll see ya later Kim."
"Kay," she nodded.
He threw the tray away and left the cafeteria, the feeling of several pairs of eyes on him followed him. It was nothing unusual to him, wherever he went people always stared at him. He wasn't sure if it was his hair, or his face, or both, but he knew it was one of the two.
*****
Shego sat at the table, a bowl of soup in front of her. Nate was still at school, and with him gone she could find nothing to do in Middleton. He had always somehow been able to make her smile. The kind of smile that doesn't come from doing something wrong, the kind of smile that only family can induce.
The front door opened and she stood up, looking down the hallway to the door. Nate stepped in and threw his bag into the living room, landing it on the couch.
"What're you doing here early?" she asked walking down the hall to him.
"Two study halls third and fourth period," he said removing his outer shirt, leaving just a tank.
"I didn't know that you could leave."
"Neither did I till today," he said walking to the kitchen and taking his other bag off the hook.
"You need to get some better food around here," she poured the soup down the drain.
"Yeah, I know, what do you expect the stuff's been in there for about a year," he said slinging the bag over his shoulder.
She dramatically placed her hand over her mouth and made a gagging sound. He just laughed at her little show.
"That's over a year old and you didn't tell me?"
"I forgot," he shrugged.
"That's bullshit, you don't forget anything."
"Fine, you wanna know the real reason?"
She nodded.
"You never asked," he leaned in so his face was a few inches from hers, smiled, and pulled back.
"You little..." she trailed off and started chasing him.
He got to the end of the hall, his back against the door, reached behind him and pulled out the pike handle. She had donned her gloves in the process of chasing him and was about to slice when he held up the handle. Like two magnets whose polarities were reversed, her gloves stopped. But they weren't stopped for long. In an another second she was shot back from him. Meanwhile he was slammed back against the door.
"You forgot these repel from each other, didn't you?" he said rubbing his back where the doorknob had jabbed him..
When being held the two weapons repel, when not being touched, they attract. It'll all come together a little later in the story, you'll see.
"I guess I did," she kicked out and flipped to her feet. She rubbed the back of her head, and being rewarded with slight pain.
TBC
Okay, that's the end of the chapter 5. The voting time for how Kim finds out is now over. She'll find out in an indirect way in the next chapter, or maybe the one after that. What I need now is ideas as to how she should find out. I already got a few from a reviewer, and I need more. I have one on my mind now, but it might not be good. She'll actually find out twice, because he will make her forget the first time. Anyway, next chapter is Holloween, I could some ideas for that. One more thing, Peacemaker Aqua, great story, keep the chapters coming, and please get to the F/F part soon.
