A/N: Zeda's favorite movie in this chapter is Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.
Zeda sighed as she twisted in her seat to look out the window of her jet. Unfortunately, she had had to buy a plane ticket to Italy, as she couldn't get one of Kim's allies to help her out.
Rufus peered out of her pocket. "We're over the Atlantic," Zeda whispered to him, as it was night and everyone around her was asleep. She sighed again and switched off her light to look out the window. It was nothing short of beautiful. Zeda had loved traveling ever since she was a toddler, and loved flying in planes especially.
But tonight, she noted, it was the prettiest she had seen it. The night sky was a midnight blue instead of its customary pitch black. The moon was full and cast a glow over the silver clouds, and Zeda thought she could make out the undulating waves below them. All the stars were out, and she thought she could see a nebulae, but doubted it.
"My eyes are playing tricks on me," she chuckled to Rufus, who had climbed up onto the arm rest on her seat to gaze out. All the stars were out, blazing in their glory. Far away, Zeda thought, they were burning bright and casting light on their own planets, just like the Earth's own sun.
Just then, a comet zipped past in the sky, leaving a trail of stardust behind. Zeda screwed her eyes closed and made a wish. When she opened them again, the comet was gone.
Rufus looked up at her with incredibly sad eyes. He looked almost as sad as Zeda's sister had looked when her dog had died. "What's the matter, Rufus?" Zeda whispered to him. "You lose your best friend?" As soon as the words were out of her mouth she could have bitten her tongue. Of course Rufus had lost his best friend. That's why they were on this plane in the first place.
"Sorry, Rufus," she murmured to him. He seemed to smile at her, then crawled back into her pocket, chittering softly. He buttoned the pocket and Zeda could feel him rummaging around in her jacket pocket, trying to get comfortable.
"He's got the right idea," Zeda said to herself. "A little sleep would do me good." She glanced out the window again. "So why is it I can't let myself go to sleep?"
IN THE VILLAIN'S DUNGEON...
"Okay," Kim hissed at her friends. "Stop fighting about Ron's fashion don'ts and focus with me here. We have got to get out of here first!"
Ron and Monique quickly grew quiet, and Kim sighed as she slid to the floor, trying desperately to think. "What are you thinking, Kim?" Monique asked her. Kim slowly smiled as an idea began to form.
"It's gonna be risky," she mused, "but then, so is everything else I do. Only this time, the risk won't be mine." She glanced slyly at Monique. "Why do I suddenly have a very queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach?" Monique asked nervously.
Kim shuddered as she glanced at Junior. "This is gonna be very, very, very gross," she moaned.
ON THE PLANE...
Zeda slowly awoke before anyone else. Even Rufus was asleep, and from what Ron had told her, Rufus usually awoke very early. She moved as little as possible, so as not to disturb the naked mole rat. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her eyes, and gasped as she saw something outside of the window.
The most beautiful sunrise was rising in the east. She could clearly see crystal blue waves several miles below, as red, pink, and gold painted the blue sky.
It reminded Zeda of a song she had heard once: "Paint the sky, paint the sky all the colors of my soul, paint the sky, paint the sky, paint the sky glorious." It had a beautiful tune.
Suddenly, cold fear struck Zeda. The jet was turning around. They were heading back to the United States for some reason! She tiptoed to the cockpit and glanced inside. She groaned silently. The pilot lay on the floor, blood oozing from his head, and a raven-haired woman was steering.
She looked around for a weapon, and found one. With a crooked smile, Zeda picked up a handy crowbar that had obviously been used on the pilot, and raised it over Shego's head. But she couldn't do it.
Zeda glanced at her trembling hand, and at defenseless Shego, who was unaware of her near demise. Zeda sighed in aggravation and disgust. Shego whirled around. Zeda smiled, shrugged, and tossed the crowbar out of the cockpit.
"You didn't hit," Shego noticed. "Yeah," Zeda answered. Shego looked momentarily stunned, then grinned wickedly as her hands blazed green. "Oh well, your loss!" she grunted, and threw herself at Zeda. Zeda dodged out of the way, and Shego bounced off of a cabinet.
Rufus woke up and peeked out of Zeda's pocket. Zeda fell into a defense position, awaiting Shego's next attack. Rufus scampered out of her pocket and dashed away.
With a mighty grunt, Shego lashed out. Zeda parried, although it nearly broke her wrist. Suddenly, without warning, Shego struck out with her foot, effectively tripping Zeda. She viciously twisted Zeda's arm, and Zeda cried out with pain.
Shego hissed in her ear, "Next time, take your chance. Just a hint." Suddenly a thought occurred to Zeda and she cried out, "Oh my God!" "What?" Shego yelled, a bit startled. "Who's flying the plane?" Zeda screamed at her.
Both women turned to look at the controls in utter fear, then sighed with relief as they saw Rufus somehow steering the plane back to Sicily-right altitude, right speed, right way.
Zeda took advantage of the pause, and swung her legs in an awesome side kick, right into Shego's gut. The woman let out a horrible guttural sound, and stumbled to the floor, holding her side in utter agony.
Zeda finished her with a swift hit to her temple, and Shego toppled over to the floor, unconscious.
Breathing hard, Zeda looked up to see at least fifteen people glancing fearfully into the cockpit. Zeda grinned and quoted her favorite movie: "No ticket." To her utter amusement, they all whipped out ticket stubs and waved them at her.
Still chuckling, Zeda took over for Rufus, hoping she could do this from watching movies. A few moments later, to her utter relief, the pilot awoke and took over for her. Zeda dragged Shego into the bathroom, tied her, and locked her inside. She only hoped it would hold her until they landed in Sicily.
Zeda sighed as she twisted in her seat to look out the window of her jet. Unfortunately, she had had to buy a plane ticket to Italy, as she couldn't get one of Kim's allies to help her out.
Rufus peered out of her pocket. "We're over the Atlantic," Zeda whispered to him, as it was night and everyone around her was asleep. She sighed again and switched off her light to look out the window. It was nothing short of beautiful. Zeda had loved traveling ever since she was a toddler, and loved flying in planes especially.
But tonight, she noted, it was the prettiest she had seen it. The night sky was a midnight blue instead of its customary pitch black. The moon was full and cast a glow over the silver clouds, and Zeda thought she could make out the undulating waves below them. All the stars were out, and she thought she could see a nebulae, but doubted it.
"My eyes are playing tricks on me," she chuckled to Rufus, who had climbed up onto the arm rest on her seat to gaze out. All the stars were out, blazing in their glory. Far away, Zeda thought, they were burning bright and casting light on their own planets, just like the Earth's own sun.
Just then, a comet zipped past in the sky, leaving a trail of stardust behind. Zeda screwed her eyes closed and made a wish. When she opened them again, the comet was gone.
Rufus looked up at her with incredibly sad eyes. He looked almost as sad as Zeda's sister had looked when her dog had died. "What's the matter, Rufus?" Zeda whispered to him. "You lose your best friend?" As soon as the words were out of her mouth she could have bitten her tongue. Of course Rufus had lost his best friend. That's why they were on this plane in the first place.
"Sorry, Rufus," she murmured to him. He seemed to smile at her, then crawled back into her pocket, chittering softly. He buttoned the pocket and Zeda could feel him rummaging around in her jacket pocket, trying to get comfortable.
"He's got the right idea," Zeda said to herself. "A little sleep would do me good." She glanced out the window again. "So why is it I can't let myself go to sleep?"
IN THE VILLAIN'S DUNGEON...
"Okay," Kim hissed at her friends. "Stop fighting about Ron's fashion don'ts and focus with me here. We have got to get out of here first!"
Ron and Monique quickly grew quiet, and Kim sighed as she slid to the floor, trying desperately to think. "What are you thinking, Kim?" Monique asked her. Kim slowly smiled as an idea began to form.
"It's gonna be risky," she mused, "but then, so is everything else I do. Only this time, the risk won't be mine." She glanced slyly at Monique. "Why do I suddenly have a very queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach?" Monique asked nervously.
Kim shuddered as she glanced at Junior. "This is gonna be very, very, very gross," she moaned.
ON THE PLANE...
Zeda slowly awoke before anyone else. Even Rufus was asleep, and from what Ron had told her, Rufus usually awoke very early. She moved as little as possible, so as not to disturb the naked mole rat. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her eyes, and gasped as she saw something outside of the window.
The most beautiful sunrise was rising in the east. She could clearly see crystal blue waves several miles below, as red, pink, and gold painted the blue sky.
It reminded Zeda of a song she had heard once: "Paint the sky, paint the sky all the colors of my soul, paint the sky, paint the sky, paint the sky glorious." It had a beautiful tune.
Suddenly, cold fear struck Zeda. The jet was turning around. They were heading back to the United States for some reason! She tiptoed to the cockpit and glanced inside. She groaned silently. The pilot lay on the floor, blood oozing from his head, and a raven-haired woman was steering.
She looked around for a weapon, and found one. With a crooked smile, Zeda picked up a handy crowbar that had obviously been used on the pilot, and raised it over Shego's head. But she couldn't do it.
Zeda glanced at her trembling hand, and at defenseless Shego, who was unaware of her near demise. Zeda sighed in aggravation and disgust. Shego whirled around. Zeda smiled, shrugged, and tossed the crowbar out of the cockpit.
"You didn't hit," Shego noticed. "Yeah," Zeda answered. Shego looked momentarily stunned, then grinned wickedly as her hands blazed green. "Oh well, your loss!" she grunted, and threw herself at Zeda. Zeda dodged out of the way, and Shego bounced off of a cabinet.
Rufus woke up and peeked out of Zeda's pocket. Zeda fell into a defense position, awaiting Shego's next attack. Rufus scampered out of her pocket and dashed away.
With a mighty grunt, Shego lashed out. Zeda parried, although it nearly broke her wrist. Suddenly, without warning, Shego struck out with her foot, effectively tripping Zeda. She viciously twisted Zeda's arm, and Zeda cried out with pain.
Shego hissed in her ear, "Next time, take your chance. Just a hint." Suddenly a thought occurred to Zeda and she cried out, "Oh my God!" "What?" Shego yelled, a bit startled. "Who's flying the plane?" Zeda screamed at her.
Both women turned to look at the controls in utter fear, then sighed with relief as they saw Rufus somehow steering the plane back to Sicily-right altitude, right speed, right way.
Zeda took advantage of the pause, and swung her legs in an awesome side kick, right into Shego's gut. The woman let out a horrible guttural sound, and stumbled to the floor, holding her side in utter agony.
Zeda finished her with a swift hit to her temple, and Shego toppled over to the floor, unconscious.
Breathing hard, Zeda looked up to see at least fifteen people glancing fearfully into the cockpit. Zeda grinned and quoted her favorite movie: "No ticket." To her utter amusement, they all whipped out ticket stubs and waved them at her.
Still chuckling, Zeda took over for Rufus, hoping she could do this from watching movies. A few moments later, to her utter relief, the pilot awoke and took over for her. Zeda dragged Shego into the bathroom, tied her, and locked her inside. She only hoped it would hold her until they landed in Sicily.