Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, any characters used here,or any of it's affiliates.

For me, the holidays aren't complete without an embarrassing picture of Dr. Drakken. I've got pictures going back to Arbor Day three years ago, and each one of them is a bucket of laughs. My favorite has to be the one picture I took on New Year's where Dr. D got so drunk he thought he was a woman. I almost didn't get a picture, I was laughing so hard. Thankfully, there was a henchman on duty that wasn't stone drunk yet. I made sure to give him a nice bonus so he keeps quiet about it.

I got to give Dr. D some credit, though. He never runs out of ideas, despite how stupid they are. It's nice to have someone around to do the thinking. Don't get me wrong. I'm twice as smart as blue-boy. I'm just not motivated to think up all those schemes. I'd rather sit back and catch up on my reading than plan world takeover. So Drakken thinks, and I give the reality check. It's a flawless system.

It should be, anyway. My life should be a well oiled machine of world conquest, but something always goes wrong. It's always the same thing too. It's always Kim Possible. I gave up trying to count how many times she and her sidekick have ruined our plans. Being familiar with your foe has one advantage, though. It shows you all your weaknesses.

Take Drakken and the buffoon, for example. Neither is too bright. Both are a bit clumsy, but in two very different ways. The buffoon is physically clumsy. He trips over his own feet and right into whatever dangerous equipment Drakken just spent a miniature fortune on. Drakken's mentally clumsy. He doesn't think things through, and can't see the holes in his plans. Drakken and Possible's little pet are opposites in one very important thing: luck. No matter how hard he tries, I don't think Drakken will ever have a lucky day. The buffoon, however, manages to trip in the right place on the right things too often.

I've learned a lot from Kim, too. She's more sociable then I am. She brings people in, while I push them away so I can have more "me" time. We're both aggressive perfectionists when it comes to our work. We do it for the same reason, too. Kimmie would probably lie and say "it's the right thing to do" or some shit like that, but I know better. We do what we do for the adrenaline, plain and simple. I can see it in her eyes. They're focused, looking for a challenge; and when she sees me, she lights up. I feel it too. Sometimes, I've thought of going to steal something just so she'll come and try to stop me. I know it won't work, though. That stupid sidekick would get in the way without Drakken there.

Why have I taken all the time to think this out if I can't even put together a decent evil scheme? Well, my train of thought goes something like this:

'Shego,' I think to myself,' how are you going to take over the world today?'

'Don't care,' I respond. I've only had one sip of coffee at this point, so it's no use pushing myself.

'Then how are you going to take down Kim Possible?' I wonder.

That's when my brain fires up. Next thing I know, I'm knee deep in fashion mags trying to sort out what color my nails should be and how I can finally beat Kimmie. What would be the perfect victory?

Should I break all her bones and leave her to die? Then what would I do for fun? Besides, GJ would hunt my ass down faster then you can say "Aruba!"

Should I break her spirit and leave her crying? I picture it in my head, but it just doesn't seem right. A spiritless Kim Possible just wouldn't be the same Kimmie I have been fighting for so long.

Oh! This dress is to die for, but they don't have it in green. I wonder how this top would look on me. Am I ever going to actually buy something, or am I just going to wear the same outfit for the rest of my life? Well, you know what they say, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it." Get back on track, Shego! How badly do you want to pummel that stupid cheerleader?

That's how I spend a lot of my free time. Today, I realized something. What I really want is Kim's respect. I want to see amazement in those bright green eyes of hers, instead of the usual anger. I don't want to kill or even defeat her. I just want my arch foe to see how amazing I am.

That's when I ran one of my nifty reality checks. Why in the hell am I getting so sentimental? Since when was my multi-million dollar income enough? What happened to becoming a billionaire? What happened to world conquest? What happened to me? Am I going soft?

Ah,screwit.

I'll do what I want, when I want, and what I want to do right now is go see if Dr. D has a new plan for world conquest!

Notes: Please Review! I swear I will learn how to indent!