Ratigan stalked through the halls, looking for the door Shego told him about. He carried Kim on his back, her arms over his shoulders. "Where was it?", he thought.
Suddenly, a light breeze rose up, flitting Ratigan's cape covered in mud and stained with Kigo-Lynn's blood. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone dash past. Someone all too familiar. He followed the figure around the corner, and there it was. The door was open as Shego had left it, and the goon, who had recovered from being knocked out, ran at the sight of him.
He walked past the suspended animation chamber, and walked into the room lit with the strange ocean blue light. There was Kim, exactly how he saw her in his fight with Kigo-Lynn. Aligning Kim's inert form with the Kim-specter, he lowered the body onto the gurney. "Come on", Ratigan muttered as the two forms merged, "Let it work, let it work, let it work..."
Slowly, Kim's eyes fluttered open. "Ratigan?", she asked groggily.
"Kim?", Ratigan asked hopefully in reply.
Slowly, Kim sat up. "Did it work?", she asked.
"Apparently", Ratigan mused as Kim tried to stand up. She stumbled, and Ratigan instinctively caught her, setting her back onto the gurney.
"Maybe I'd better sit for a minute", Kim said, sheepishly, "before I try standing again."
"Good idea", Ratigan said, smiling affectionately.
There was a moment of embarrassed silence before Kim asked "Ratigan… How long, exactly, was I gone?"
Ratigan stared down at his feet. "Several weeks", he admitted finally.
"Huh", Kim said, unfazed by this revelation. "I suppose Bonnie did cartwheels at my 'funeral'."
"Actually", Ratigan admitted, "Bonnie cried the loudest there."
"Really?", Kim asked, truly interested.
Another moment of silence. Ratigan sighed. "Should we find the others?", he asked. "They must have contacted GJ by now."
"All right", Kim replied. She tentatively set a foot on the ground, then slowly stood up. Together they walked back towards the main hall.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Shego leaned back against the wall, filing her nails. "Does anyone aside from me think Ratigan should've been back by now?"
"True", Basil said, frowning. "Those instructions you gave him weren't exactly the world's hardest equations."
"Don't worry", Veeken said reassuringly. "I know Ratigan, and he'll be back."
"And true to my word", Ratigan called from the doorway, "Here I am."
Standing next to Ratigan was Kim. "So, Kimmy", Shego said, regaining her usual tone of dissent, "How was your out-of-body experience?"
"Ratigan, are you going to change me back now?", Ron asked hopefully. Ratigan just walked past, ignoring him. "Uh, Ratigan? Ratigan?"
"Hey", Kim said suddenly, "Where's Dementor?" Shego shrugged, but Drakken pointed, shouting "There he is!"
Dementor was trying (and failing) to discreetly get to the door, open it, and escape.out the door. But before he could get there, a black blur leapt into the air, landing in front of him, cutting off the escape route. "And where are you going, Dementor?", Ratigan asked, pointing a flaming claw at the criminal.
"Well" a familiar female voice called from the doorway, a voice that wasn't Shego, Kim, or Veeken, "If it isn't my favorite reprobate back from the dead." Dr. Director was standing in the doorway, her hands at her side and a triumphant smile on her face.
Dementor chuckled nervously. "Ah... hi... Dr. Director..."
To Be Continued...
Suddenly, a light breeze rose up, flitting Ratigan's cape covered in mud and stained with Kigo-Lynn's blood. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone dash past. Someone all too familiar. He followed the figure around the corner, and there it was. The door was open as Shego had left it, and the goon, who had recovered from being knocked out, ran at the sight of him.
He walked past the suspended animation chamber, and walked into the room lit with the strange ocean blue light. There was Kim, exactly how he saw her in his fight with Kigo-Lynn. Aligning Kim's inert form with the Kim-specter, he lowered the body onto the gurney. "Come on", Ratigan muttered as the two forms merged, "Let it work, let it work, let it work..."
Slowly, Kim's eyes fluttered open. "Ratigan?", she asked groggily.
"Kim?", Ratigan asked hopefully in reply.
Slowly, Kim sat up. "Did it work?", she asked.
"Apparently", Ratigan mused as Kim tried to stand up. She stumbled, and Ratigan instinctively caught her, setting her back onto the gurney.
"Maybe I'd better sit for a minute", Kim said, sheepishly, "before I try standing again."
"Good idea", Ratigan said, smiling affectionately.
There was a moment of embarrassed silence before Kim asked "Ratigan… How long, exactly, was I gone?"
Ratigan stared down at his feet. "Several weeks", he admitted finally.
"Huh", Kim said, unfazed by this revelation. "I suppose Bonnie did cartwheels at my 'funeral'."
"Actually", Ratigan admitted, "Bonnie cried the loudest there."
"Really?", Kim asked, truly interested.
Another moment of silence. Ratigan sighed. "Should we find the others?", he asked. "They must have contacted GJ by now."
"All right", Kim replied. She tentatively set a foot on the ground, then slowly stood up. Together they walked back towards the main hall.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Shego leaned back against the wall, filing her nails. "Does anyone aside from me think Ratigan should've been back by now?"
"True", Basil said, frowning. "Those instructions you gave him weren't exactly the world's hardest equations."
"Don't worry", Veeken said reassuringly. "I know Ratigan, and he'll be back."
"And true to my word", Ratigan called from the doorway, "Here I am."
Standing next to Ratigan was Kim. "So, Kimmy", Shego said, regaining her usual tone of dissent, "How was your out-of-body experience?"
"Ratigan, are you going to change me back now?", Ron asked hopefully. Ratigan just walked past, ignoring him. "Uh, Ratigan? Ratigan?"
"Hey", Kim said suddenly, "Where's Dementor?" Shego shrugged, but Drakken pointed, shouting "There he is!"
Dementor was trying (and failing) to discreetly get to the door, open it, and escape.out the door. But before he could get there, a black blur leapt into the air, landing in front of him, cutting off the escape route. "And where are you going, Dementor?", Ratigan asked, pointing a flaming claw at the criminal.
"Well" a familiar female voice called from the doorway, a voice that wasn't Shego, Kim, or Veeken, "If it isn't my favorite reprobate back from the dead." Dr. Director was standing in the doorway, her hands at her side and a triumphant smile on her face.
Dementor chuckled nervously. "Ah... hi... Dr. Director..."
To Be Continued...
