Kim Possible and all related characters and indicia are owned by the Disney Corporation. This work of fan fiction is written for pleasure, not profit.
Triaxx2: Well, it's a reaction anyway :)
wildste: Glad you're enjoying it.
John Steppenwolf: That's something you and Triaxx2 have in common.
Kim kicked herself for not paying attention and letting Shego get the drop on them. She and Ron dove in opposite directions, juking wildly to avoid Shego's plasma blasts while they opened the range and gave themselves room to work. Shego was a top-notch unarmed combat specialist, and an almost even match for Kim. Unfortunately for Shego, Kim wasn't alone Even though Ron wasn't up to Kim's skill level, sheer weight of numbers would ensure a short, one-sided fight.
At least it should have. And it would have, if Drakken hadn't joined the fray. Kim had been barely paying attention to her blue-skinned arch foe, as he was usually little if any threat. Ron wasn't watching Drakken either, his eyes fixed on the main threat, Shego. So neither Ron nor Kim noticed what Drakken was up to until it was too late.
Kim gasped as a red hot spike stabbed into her thigh. At least it felt like a red hot spike. A look revealed a tiny, feathered dart. Shego, who had been closing in for an attack, backed off at once, a satisfied expression on her face. From behind the bikini clad villainess came a yelp from Ron. Even as she began to sway on her feet, Kim tried to turn and look. Her head didn't want to budge. Instead, it drooped forward. The ground came rushing up.
Shego, with Drakken's help, carried the members of Team Possible down the slight hill to the bungalow, where they placed Kim and Ron in patio chairs. Each wrist and ankle was secured to the chair frame, and a strap was put across their chests and pulled snug. Kim watched all this as calmly as she could, which wasn't very. A sensation close to panic was flooding through her, brought on by her inability to move so much as a muscle, at least not voluntarily. She was still breathing and blinking, so she wasn't completely paralyzed, but...
Dr. Drakken bent over her, placing two fingers on her neck. 'Checking my pulse,' Kim realized. Then Drakken produced a penlight and shined it in Kim's eyes. Whatever he was looking for, he seemed satisfied, and moved on to Ron, where he repeated his procedure. When he straightened up he looked down at the two and smiled.
"No need to be alarmed," Drakken said in an oddly reassuring tone of voice. "The compound in the darts temporarily shuts down the voluntary nervous system, but there are no lasting side effects, and it should be wearing off momentarily." He said nothing more, just stood and waited. Shego joined him, sliding an arm around Drakken's waist even as he settled one across her shoulders. The two shared a look, and smiles, that could only be described as 'sugary'.
'What the hell is going on here?' Kim wondered silently. 'Shego has always hated Drakken, or at least, despised him. Why is she suddenly unable to keep her hands off him?' Sensation, and control, were returning now, and Kim tested her bonds. Too tight. She wouldn't get out of them easily. 'And Drakken. He's never shown any interest in girls at all, that I've ever noticed. He's always been focused on taking over the world. Why is he suddenly interested in Shego?' That was a real puzzle. For all that Drakken was a mad genius, and Shego was his sidekick, she was the dominant half of the duo, and most of the time Drakken seemed more afraid of Shego than anything else.
Finally Kim regained control of her voice. "I don't know what your scheme is Drakken, but you won't get away with it!" she growled.
"Please, Kim, there's no need to be hostile," Drakken appealed.
"Oh really?" Kim asked sarcastically, glancing at her bonds.
"Well, you did interrupt our honeymoon," Shego interjected.
"What is up with that?" Kim demanded. "Are you two really married?"
Shego seemed to glow. "Yes," she answered, favoring Drakken with an almost shy smile. "Six days now."
Kim made a face. "Uh, well, congratulations, I guess, but, uh..."
"But what?" Drakken inquired politely.
Kim floundered. She couldn't think of a way to put into words the question she wanted to ask. Ron came to her rescue.
"I think what Kim is trying to say is, this would be a lot easier to deal with if you two weren't acting COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM NORMAL!"
"Oh, you mean the whole 'angry Shego, crazy Drakken' thing," Shego said calmly. She turned to Drakken. "Do you want to tell them, or should I?"
"You go first, my love," Drakken answered. Shego smiled, kissed him lightly, and turned back to Kim and Ron.
"After the Moodulator incident, I was wiped out. Intense emotion has a physical price, and for a while after my Moodulator burned out, I couldn't get angry at anything," Shego explained. "Drew," she said, smiling at Drakken again, "took advantage of the calm to ask me about why I was always so angry." When Kim and Ron exchanged puzzled looks Shego chuckled. "He minored in psychology in college, you know, and dabbled in psychiatry too. Anyway, to get right to the point, I had a distant father. He wasn't close to any of us," Shego clarified, apparently referring to her brothers, "but he was especially distant to me. I guess he didn't know how to deal with me being a girl, and it only got worse as I got older. The more I'd try to reach him, the more he'd push me a way. Finally, when I was sixteen, he died. I was furious. To me it was as if he'd done it deliberately, to get as far away from me as he could." Shego was trembling as she finished, and her were misty, but she shed no tears. "I've never forgiven him for that," she added, her voice cold. Shego shook herself.
"Anyway, Drew reminds me of my father in a lot of ways, so I latched onto him as a replacement father figure. Part of the reason I was so angry at him at the end of the Moodulator incident was that he'd rejected my emotional advances, just like my father had."
Kim and Ron were both staring open mouthed. They weren't sure what they had expected to hear, but this certainly wasn't it. Drakken took up the tale.
"That all came out as we talked," he explained, 'As did the fact that I tried pushing Karen away because, well, I have a domineering mother. I've been trying to get out from under her thumb for forty-three years, and the last thing I wanted was another pushy woman in my life." Drakken said the last almost sadly, and gave Shego an apologetic smile. Shego just smiled and snuggled up against him.
"Anyway, Karen and I did a lot of talking. We're both psychologically scarred, but we figured we could help each other, so..."
"Well, that's great and all," Ron allowed, "But married? And don't take this the wrong way, but you two seem awfully chipper."
Drakken chuckled. Shego smiled.
"That's easily explained," Shego said. She turned slightly and lifted her hair off the back of her neck. A silvery object gleamed there. Kim goggled at her.
"A Moodulator?" Shego nodded. Drakken emulated Shego and revealed that he, too, was wearing a Moodulator.
"But, but..." Kim stammered.
"Oh, these are a bit different than the ones Bortel made," Drakken explained. "They only have one setting, and instead of inducing constantly high levels of emotion, they'll gradually taper off until they shut down a year from now."
"But why?" Kim demanded, her voice almost sick.
"Because they keep us calm around one another, which allows us to have conversations instead of shouting matches," Shego said patiently. "We're hoping that, by the time they wear off, we'll have worked out our respective issues, and can have a relationship built on friendship and mutual respect, instead of resentment and hostility."
Kim wasn't sure what to say to that, so she asked, "So what happens to us, then?"
"Nothing at all," Drakken said, smiling again. "You shouldn't have any trouble getting loose, eventually, and I'm sure your friends in Global Justice will check up on you long before you even get thirsty. As for Karen and I, we'll be on our way. You'll find the stolen jewelry in the bungalow. It was just bait anyway."
"Huh?" Kim and Ron exclaimed at the same time. "But why?" Ron asked. "Why lure us down here if not to try and kill us?"
"Closure," Shego answered. "Drew and I haven't reformed, exactly. Not yet anyway. But a lot of our past actions were fuelled by our issues with our parents."
Drakken nodded. "My attempts to take over the world were, at least in part, an effort to impress my mother and make her see that I'm an adult, a task I now realize is impossible."
"So we're going away," Shego concluded. "And we'd appreciate it if you didn't try to follow us." With that, the two turned and walked hand-in-hand into the bungalow. There was a bright flash from inside, then silence.
'They got out using a teleportation module that self-destructed right after. No way to trace where they went," Kim moped. Dr. Director, who had come along with the strike force, though only as an observer, nodded grimly.
"Well, we'll keep an eye out for them," she promised. "They're bound to turn up sooner or later. In the meantime, why don't you two go home and get some rest. You've had a long day, and Dr. Morrison says you need a good night's sleep to get the last of that paralyzing agent out of your systems."
Kim and Ron managed feeble 'Yes, ma'ams' before boarding a GJ transport for Middleton. They planned to do a little cuddling on the way back, but sleep overtook them five minutes after the plane left the ground.
