Notes: Hey y'all, hope this clears things up for you a little bit... Last chapter was supposed to leave you hangin', but now you'll see. Language picks up sorta but nothing much.

"Where am I?" A disoriented Kim Possible groggily questioned. She was dazed, and felt as though she had been hit very hard in the back of the head. Or been resurrected from the dead... or some similar thing. She couldn't see much more than a sea of cloudy white, and her memory, though slowly returning to her, was for the moment, as good as gone. It seemed as though hours had passed before she heard a seemingly disembodied voice answer her question.

"In hell, princess. Welcome home." The voice sounded familiar, but there was no chance that Kim could place from where at the moment. She instead concentrated on registering the meaning of the foreboding message that she had just received. Of course, she wasn't really in hell, was she? She couldn't be, not for this stupid...

And that's when it started coming back to her. Slowly the memory of the events leading up to her present was returning, and soon after, her senses were returning to normal. She was able to realize that she was strapped down to an approximation of a hospital bed, situated an end table away from another, identical to it. And upon it, she discovered the owner of the earlier voice. Well, now she'd found what she'd come for, but she couldn't see what use that would be to her considering her own instability.

"Shego?"

"No, um, actually, Drakken finally succeeded in cloning me-"

"Seriously?" Kim was pretty sure she'd believe just about anything at this point.

"No. Doi... Never, ever with the cloning. Note to self: sarcasm is lost on Kimmie." A scowl took over the woman's flawless face, as though the mere suggestion that Drakken had that much power over her was the deepest insult. It actually pretty much was, but screw that.

Kim rolled her eyes, hardly able to lift her head enough to look straight at her enemy. This was just too weird. She didn't need Queen Chartreuse and her chiding comments to complicate the crazy circumstances. And now she had fully succeeded in sounding like a bad episode of The Fearless Ferret. She was less than proud.

"So why are you here, anyway, Possible?"

"To rescue your sorry ass. Shego. Don't you have a last name? It's not fair that you can distance me by using mine, but I have to call you Shego all the time." Kim found herself guilty of thinking too hard, something she'd been doing a lot of recently. Shego, however, ignored her statement.

"Let me guess... Drakken sent you. Count on him to send the enemy in. What an idiot. Then, hmm... you looked around for me, down where all the goodies are. They found you... but what'd they bring you in for?"

"Breaking and entering. Or something stupid. But how'd you-" Kim stared incredulously (as much as her restricted position allowed) back at the other woman suspicious of her knowledge.

"Riiight. Then uniformed officers handcuffed you, threw you in the backseat of a cop car with very dark tinted windows, and 'drove you to the station'. You got out-"

"How do you know all this?" Kim was yelling furiously, the unique sound of the hurt pride brought on by betrayal riding on her every word. "This is a trap, isn't it." It was a statement, not a question.

"Mmhm, yeah, it is. Ten points for Kimmie."

"Damn you. You and that blue-faced piece of... Only he could think of something so damn complicated and stupid."

"Nope, wrong there. Drakken, actually pull this off? He draws ponies and dogs and calls it genius. I'm thinkin' no. It's a trap, just not Drakken's. How do I know everything they did to you? They did it to me about a week ago. So, continue. I suppose next they did the-"

"Yeah." The cheerleader's cheeks neared the color of her fiery hair. She fidgeted uncomfortably on her bed. She felt violated, knowing that Shego knew every detail so well. It was like she'd been there when they'd searched her, seen it all.

"Ha! They must of had fun with you. You've never gone to jail before, right? That's usually not standard low-security procedure. But you didn't know what to expect, so... Hmm. So right, then you would've been asked to drink a cup of funny-tasting water, which knocked you out, and now you're here."

"So we're still at HenchCo? These guys are nuts..."

"Yeah, and you've been unconscious for two or three days. It's hard to keep track of time in here."

"Why did they want me here? What's this all about?"

"Hey, chatty time's over. Just because we're both trapped in Psychoville doesn't mean I'm your new best buddy. As soon as they unstrap me, it's back to the same ol'."

"Why don't you do Glowy Hands and get us out of here."

"Why don't you just shut up?"

"You don't ever shut up, do you?"

"Well, no, not really. You know, I was thinking, maybe I need, like, an alias or something. You know, like you have your real name, and then you've got Dr. Drakken. I need a name like that- something that people will remember, that will strike fear in the hearts of the masses!"

"Yes, well, you've come to the right person. I am the big man on the villainous campus, yo. We shall find a name for you... but you must earn it."

"Hey, this girl in Japan calls me Ron-san."

Drakken breathed a sigh of despair, for once feeling what his own sidekick felt every time he opened his blue mouth. Kim Possible was a lot stronger than he had thought, dealing with this buffoon constantly. But evidently not strong enough; she still hadn't returned with Shego, and if it weren't for the fact that the teen was to be rescuing his own, well, property, then he might of been a little bit concerned. Just a little.

"Boy! Where is your highly annoying teenage friend? You are not allowed to return home until she shows up, so I suggest you... do whatever it is that you do to get her to hurry back!" The man's shrill shouting echoed throughout his cavernous lair, earning a raised set of eyebrows from Ron.

"Chill, Dr. D. I'm sure she's fine. It probably takes longer, you know, minus the Ron Factor. Kim never loses. It's all good. You know, you shouldn't be talking. You made her late for the talent show once. Hey, can I get some Bueno Nacho up in the liz-air?"

"Oh, fine then. I'll send my henchmen for some...snackage. Gran-dee size?"

"No, no, no. You can't defile the name of Bueno Nacho by mispronouncing the order. Three orders of NAH-kohs, GRAHN-day size." Ron shook his head in disbelief. "Man, you've got mad wordage issues."

"So? No I don't. I just wanted to say it that way. You know, shouldn't you be like, hitting up your computer geek right now or something?" This buffoon was almost as bad as Shego. Did the taunting never end? He was destined to spend the duration of his life being made a complete fool of by all those he met. Why, oh why, was it him, always?

"You mean call him? Yeah, I guess I could."
They'd been moved to another part of the building, which didn't include strappy beds. They had also been given food, much better than what she'd been eating before Part Two had arrived. But that didn't matter. She wasn't speaking to Possible, and that was it; she'd find a way out herself. She still had no idea why she was there, but she kept hearing things about some project. She'd be damned if she was going to help Jack Hench do anything. That idiot had a death wish; and she'd be sure to grant him it the moment she next saw him. What kind of stuff was he on, this whole thing seemed incredibly stupid.

Like what was with the rooms? Her and that nosy-ass cheerleader were in conjoined rooms. Like she'd never seen before. Two of the walls in each room were solid white, shiny like plastic, and as hard as brick. Another wall, the front wall, faced a hallway, in which guards of one type or another could be seen through a large, unbreakable window, walking past every half hour. The fourth wall, the wall that separated their two cells, was probably the most bizarre. Halfway across, there was the same white wall, but it only came up about halfway to the ceiling. The remaining half was filled with vertical bars, made of some material that the villainess was quite unable to place. Towards the back, the entire wall consisted of these bars, making interaction between the two females almost inevitable.

Shego, being on the left, had a very small bathroom in the far, back left corner, and a bed in the opposite corner, against the demi-wall that separated her from the other cell. From what she could see, her rival's place was just a mirror image of her own, nothing incredibly exciting. The thing that seemed strange, however, was the seamlessness of the rooms. She had no idea how they'd gotten in, or how food was left, for that matter, because there were no doors, no air vents, nothing to give the slightest indication that they could escape, the very thing that she'd been pondering since her arrival.

The other girl was sitting on the floor across from the pale green one, seemingly glaring at her. It seemed though, that she was instead studying her, because she came to a realization. And she couldn't help but voice it.

"Shego! You're not wearing green and black!"

"Are you serious? Cuz' I didn't know that! Take a look at yourself, Possible, you're now part of the purple club too. Like every other thing in this damn place."