Notes: There's an interesting (read: quite amusing, if you ask me...hahaha) reference made in this chapter that I suppose might be a little offensive to some people if they thought about it too hard, but I'm sure if it bothers you you'll get over it. Don't get too excited now, it's nothing like what's to come. Also, love to my reviewers, I appreciate it like no other, so thank you. I'll show my gratitude by attempting a longer chapter, and shutting up.

"So... The Project."

"Yeah, the boss is brilliant, en't he? This'll bring in a lot of dough."

Kim, oblivious to the conversation being held between the guards, peered boredly into the room directly across from hers, hoping for something interesting to happen. The most drama that had occured was a small spat between her neighbor and herself over her own stupidity. The argument was that she hadn't brought her sidekick or Kimmunicator. Kim truthfully stated that even if she had, they would be no use to her now, as all of the tools she'd had on her had been confiscated right away. As it was, she'd pointed out that Shego's powers had been taken from her as well, so she had no room to talk. Regardless, she did feel kind of stupid for going along with the whole arrest front. She was too cocky; she relied on her reputation to carry her through any sitch- and as everyone kept reminding her, she could do anything.

Escaping from the businessman of evildom, however, did not appear to fall under the category of 'anything'. It was ridiculous. The only person who had ever come so close to besting Kim Possible was now in a cell, helpless as the heroine herself. How had someone she'd met only once know enough about her to plan such an intricate capture? She could only blame her slip-up on her recent state-of-mind. As it was, she knew she needed to escape soon, this was lost time that she could never make up. And senior year was starting in just weeks. She hadn't finished school shopping yet and... And she'd gotten exactly what she'd wished for.

How could that stupid teenager keep herself occupied for so long. Sitting there, doing nothing, wasting time away. She wondered if the idiot girl was even thinking of escape. It was pathetic, seeing the listlessness causually set in, watching her demeanor grow more and more lethargic. It was no wonder; the girl was a social creature, unlike her observer, who was quite used to the complications of solitude. However pathetic it was, however, it was five times more so entertaining, and what with the lack of other things to amuse herself with, the onyx-haired woman could only find it in her heart to escalate the situation.

Regardless, after the two had been held captive in their inescapable chambers for a few more than several days, Shego found it necessary to break her vow of silence towards Kimmie. It was of the utmost importance.

"Hey, Possible, do you have a nail file?" A simple question, something that she thought even this lamebrain could handle.

"You know, Shego, I don't think a nail file's gonna break you out of this place."

Wow, she was returned with sarcasm, from Mrs. Save-the-World. She must really be pissed off. Shego then proceeded to remind herself that when she broke out of her, and it was going to be soon and without the help of a nail file, she owed herself a treat. Something big. Like maybe that Sr. Senior Jr. boy that she'd tutored. No, she could do way better. But for now, back to Miss Thang.

"Yeah, I know you haven't done the prison thing, but do ya really think that that's my big plan? Some women like to keep themselves up, and uh, yeah, I don't know if you'd noticed, but my claws, they're getting dull."

"Hmm, well let me see, I'll just pull one out of my ass and you can borrow it."

"Tell me you at least knew enough to put it in plastic first."

"I was being sarcastic. Something I thought you'd recognize."

"Yeah, you're right, I should have known, poor, prude, sheltered little Kimmie wouldn't know about those methods of hiding things. Of course there are other places... safer, if you ask me..."

"You are so wrong. You know, even if that in some way could have worked, don't you think they would have found it? You know, I think I liked it better when you weren't talking."

"Like I said, prude little Kimmie. But have it your way, this isn't exactly engaging conversation for me." If it was possible, a look of equal parts amusement and utter boredom crossed the face of the villianess, and she shook her head slowly. She heard the other girl continue to drone on about something, but she just used the approach that Drakken was very familiar with, and tuned her out.
Ron hung on his new guardian's every word, as was the favor returned. He couldn't remember why they'd been fighting him in the first place. You know, sure, he'd tried to take over the world a couple of times, and his sidekick had almost sidekicked his ass a few times, but that was just a chick thing. That was another thing Drakken and him talked about, the wide world of girls, and moreso, the gigantic window that was unavailable to them.

"So, Dr. D. Livin' with Shego all this time, you know you got a little sumthin'-sumthin' once or twice, am I right? She's fi-ine."

"You most certainly are not! She's less than half my age. And besides, she's like family to me." His face flushed a violent purple, which Ron didn't understand until a half hour later, by which time he'd forgotten what had caused it in the first place. It wasn't an uncommon occurence around the lair.

"Ok, so who then? I know that you have to have had a woman in your life at some point. I mean, you know, it's not possible to get to be your age and still never get a babe... right?"

"Well, no... Or yes... Or whatever. It's not that I couldn't, alright, I'm just very choosy about these things."

"Dang, Dr. D., no need to get all snippy. There's something you're not telling. The Ron knows all."

"Oh, well, there was this one... she was so special to me- I mean, you know I didn't even really like her, I just... She was a geneticist. A villainous geneticist, and she even saved my life. But I just wanted to tap that, yo. No strings attached thing, hmm? But she... I changed my mind."

"Yeah, I feel that way about a girl. Except for the tapping part. Well, not that I don't want to, because I do, I mean... What I'm trying to say is, I've never felt that way about anyone before. Not the not wanting to tap it, the way I feel about her. I think I might have you know l-ed her or something. But now I can't see her."

"You could have her here to visit. You know, I'm rather strict with Shego's visitors, but you're a boy, and you know it's different with boys..."

"No, no, it's not that. She's kinda long-distance. I met her in Japan one time at this- school."

"Public school?"

"No, a- a private school. And anyways, I have a girlfriend. She's pretty cool. Hey, have you ever seen Kim's mom?"

"Why do you ask? Oh, fine, do you promise you won't tell?"

"Of course. Ron Stoppable never tells a secret."

"Well then, yes, I've seen her. And there's a MILF if I ever saw one."

"Dude! I know! 'KP's mom has got it goin' on.' Wait a minute, you did not just use the acronym MILF."

"Straight up, yo."
"They're not exactly warming up to each other, now are they?" A black-suited man sat at a desk, leaning back in his executive chair, with his feet propped up on his desk. He looked quite unprofessional, especially for having one of his co-workers in his office. And he didn't bother to wait for an answer to his question.

"You know, maybe we should talk to them. They probably think that we're taping them, you know? As it is, I'm surprised that neither of them has attempted to escape yet. They both rely too much on their external help to get them out of things, what with Shego and her plasma hands, Kim and her silly little devices. They need to learn to get along, and moreover, understand everything about each other. Otherwise, it's too risky. We could end up- I shudder to even think about it. Yes, you know, I do think that I'll go talk to them. Thank you Kyle, you've been a tremendous help." The man was positively giddy over his decision, and had to stop himself skipping out of the office when he saw one of his henchmen patrolling the hall outside his office.
"Hey, Wade"

"Tyrone?"

"Yeah, man. That girl, Kim, she a total playerette, or what? I still ain't heard from her, man, and I called a couple times. And it ain't like me to call a couple times, yo."

Wade sighed, wishing he knew more about the situation to be able to tell his cousin. He'd lost all traces on Kim; it was as if she vanished into thin air. He hoped that didn't mean the worst, but he just couldn't be sure. Ron, he knew, was still with Drakken, apparently living it up, at least as much as Drakken's low budget would allow. He'd had to call both the hero's and sidekick's parents, trying to explain to them the current sitch. Kim's parents were more worried than anything, but Ron's reacted quite differently. His mother had been furious, demanding that Wade teleport him home that instant, to which Wade replied that if he had that ability he would have them both home already. Ron's father just looked sad, as though he were afraid that Ron's temporary caretaker would rub off on his son.

"Yeah, she's kinda busy right now. She saves the world in her spare time, and she's been at that a lot lately. I'm sure she'll call you back when she gets home."

"Yeah, thanks, cuz. It ain't no thang, you know, I was juss wonderin'."
"Dude, we gotta go rescue Kim." Ron looked thoughtfully out a window, a rare amenity in an evil lair. He was half expecting to see Kim's bright red hair breaking the monotony of darkness around him. He was getting a little homesick, and as much as he and Drakken got along, he wanted to talk to Kim, or Monique, or one of the girls that turned him down on a daily basis. Rufus had gotten jealous of his constant attention to Drakken, and run off to a part of the lair where Ron refused to go: Shego's wing. It was awful.

"And Shego. Don't forget her." The supervillain had to admit, he missed his sidekick. Her constant barrage of cutting sarcasm, her criticism of his every plan, her death threats whenever he mentioned cloning. No, it was all a part of caring for Shego, and as much as he hated to admit it, he did have a strong affection for her. Not in the way that the buffoon had imagined, but as if she were his daughter, the daughter he would never have. And she hadn't been home by midnight, or even one-thirty.

(Sorry, you all must think that I'm completely psychotic by now, and for this I apologise. And, for the record, yes, the whole 'mom got it goin on thing', it's sorta from a song, an obnoxious song from a genre of music that I detest. Just for the record, y'know.)