Love Sickness
Part II
A Kim Possible Fanfic
By Brenna "Snakelady" Dawkins
Rating: PG13Disclaimer: Kim Possible and all subsequent characters are owned and copyrighted by Disney Studios. I have made no money off of this or any of my other fanfics... pity!
Summary: Drakken in love with Kim? And Kim used to think she had it rough before! The microchip rehabilitation doesn't seem to go as planned.
"Let me get that for you!" Drakken eagerly grabbed for the pitcher of apple juice before Kim could reach it and poured it in a glass. He placed the glass in front of her, blue face beaming.
"Um, thanks, Drakken." Kim found the once unfamiliar phrase getting to be annoying. Wherever she turned in the compound, the now reformed evil scientist was there. She couldn't even get her own drink without him hovering about ready to assist. "Uh, okay, I think I can get this done on my own, thanks." She tried to brush him off gently and get back to her business.
She watched his face automatically crumple and sighed inwardly, feeling guilty for some reason.
Drakken asked, "Are you sure I can't get anything for you before I go?"
At his crestfallen expression, Kim relented, she hurriedly tried to think of something, anything for Drakken to do--- anything to keep him from moping. "Um, sure." She saw his eyes light up at that and wanted to roll her own but refrained from it, "If you could get Ron for me, please? That'd be really helpful." She tried to put on her most pleasant face.
Dr. Drakken nodded and hurriedly set out to find Ron for Kim. She exhaled in relief at his exit. But he was back all to soon with Ron following him shoveling nacho's into his mouth from a tray he was carrying.
"Yo, Kim, The Blue Man minus the Group said you wanted to see me?"
"Anything else?" Drakken asked hopefully.
But Kim just waved him off, "No thanks, Drakken. You've been a great help."
A satisfied ex-villain finally left her in peace. Kim groaned. "He's driving me nuts, Ron! He wont let me alone when I'm here. I only asked him to get you so I wouldn't hurt his feelings about not needing his help."
"He just wants to be helpful." Ron reasoned. "Maybe he feels guilty after finding out about all the crummy stuff he's done to us in the past and wants to make up for it?"
Kim shook her head, "I didn't know they were going to erase his memory. I almost miss the old Drakken."
Ron shrugged. "Part of the reform process I guess. I dunno, I kinda like him better now. Man, can he ever kick butt at karaoke!"
"Glad your happy, Ron." Kim said sarcastically.
"He also makes killer nachos!" He offered her what was left of those he was eating. She declined.
"He's also on the world's most wanted lists." She felt the need to remind him.
"Geeze, you sure got your undies in a bundle over this thing, Kim. What's the big?" Ron wanted to know.
"It just doesn't seem right to me, is all. Am I the only one who's bothered by this?"
"Yeah." Ron said glibly and then continued to stuff his face with Drakken's nacho's as he walked away. Kim stared after him unhappily.
It did seem that she was the only one disturbed by the latest events. Drakken was downright cheery and pleasant to be around. So why'd she have this strong desire to strangle him? She almost had the urge to show him video clips of his former actions in hopes to see a little flicker of the old mad scientist. She wanted to see some sort of negative reaction. Let's face it, she hated the reformed Drakken more then she did the original. She supposed it might have something to do with the fact that the reform on Drakken's part wasn't genuine. It was forced upon him and that just didn't sit well with her.
When she went looking for Ron again she found him playing a video game with Drakken on one of the computers. Her eyebrow raised recalling how Drakken reacted to the sort of games her friend liked to play. She walked around to see just what those two could agree upon.
"Bunnies and Flowers?" Kim recognized the kiddy game, amazed that Ron would ever consider such a downgrade of graphics and substance in a video game. "I played that when I was six."
Ron nodded, "Yeah, it's about a hundred thousand polygrams less then the normal game. I never played it before, but it's kinda funny and Drakken is really pretty good at it."
"That's nice, but it's time to go Ron. I got that Physic's test to study for." Kim told him.
"Physics?" Drakken perked up, "That happens to be my specialty! Can I tutor you! Please? Please?"
Kim wanted to smack her head into the nearest wall, but that would be too obvious a response and it would hurt Drakken's feelings, not to mention her head. She sighed. Since when had she become so concerned over the blue man's feelings? It was ridiculous!
"Oh, alright. I'll have to call my parents to let them know we'll be late."
Kim pulled out her cell phone reluctantly and told her parents the news. She couldn't believe she agreed to be tutored by Drakken. It was hard for her to not feel uncomfortable about it. So uncomfortable that it was difficult to concentrate on what he was saying. Somehow he'd found the smallest table to work at and their heads were practically touching as they bent over her books.
She stared at the notes. She didn't need a tutor. She didn't want a tutor. Especially when that tutor was Drakken. Their arms were touching on the table. Kim moved hers away consciously. This was impossible!
"Kim? You listening to anything I'm saying?"
She jumped at the question and then guiltily looked up at a concerned scarred face. "Um, yeah, but we're not really at quantum physic's level yet, Drakken."
"Oh. You're right, I suppose it's not something covered at high school level yet. Sorry, guess I got a little carried away." Drakken sounded embarrassed.
She had to admit, he was almost enduring when he apologized--- which seemed to be rather often of late. "Look, it's okay. I think I got enough studying done tonight." Kim stood.
Drakken quickly stood, "You're leaving already?"
"Um, yeah. School night." Kim reminded him.
Drakken's mind raced, then flashed on an idea. "You hungry? I can make you some dinner!"
Kim hesitated, catching the desperation in his voice and wondered why he was so intent upon pleasing her and no one else. Then the ghastly thought hit her like a fist and she had to take a step back and a moment to regain her composure. No way! Drakken, her archenemy, scratch that, ex-arch enemy was crushing on her! She looked up and saw him waiting for her to accept his offer of dinner. Ugh, almost a date! The smart thing would be to say no. But again, she didn't want to hurt his feelings. Oy, she thought to herself angrily, was she going soft?
"Can Ron join us?" Perfect. If Drakken really wanted her to stay, he'd say yes. If she was wrong about how he felt about her, he'd probably decline the offer and let her go. So technically she wasn't saying no.
"Absolutely!"
Kim sighed again. Now THIS was awkward, but least she'd have back up on this one.
Luckily Ron kept Drakken occupied with inane conversation as she quietly ate her meal. Kim had to admit Drakken was a good cook. That was something she never would have guessed. Afterwards on the ride home, Kim was staring out the window lost in thought.
"Hey Kim, you've been real quiet all this way, what gives? Indigestion?" Ron asked in his typical manner.
"No, just weighty thoughts." Kim said.
But Ron kept pushing, "You still going on about the whole chip thing?"
"Well, something else now." She admitted and hoped he'd drop it.
"You mean about the crush Drakken has on you?"
Kim swiveled around and blinked at him dumfounded. "What?"
"Come on, Kim. It's kinda obvious." Ron told her.
Kim was mortified. "Really?"
Her friend nodded, "It's cool, Kim. I mean, you could do worse." At her scowl he raised his hands up as if to thwart her off, "You know what I mean. He's a nice guy now."
"Only because of the chip."
"Give him a chance, Kim."
She glared at him. Hadn't she been nothing but nice to him since the implant? What more did he want from her? Scratch that, she didn't think she wanted to know that. After all, he was HOW old?
"I just had dinner with Drakken, Ron." She almost growled.
"Okay, okay, it's a start." Ron admitted.
Angry, she folded her arms and stared straight ahead, willing Ron to silence. Luckily he remained so and the car ride home was blissfully quiet.
Once they rolled up to Ron's house and dropped him off, before the car moved off, Ron called out, "So, you'll invite me to the wedding, right?"
He coughed as he inhaled burned rubber.
To be continued---