Chapter 3: The Plot Thickens

A/N:Thanks to those who have been reviewing!And I know that the whole holiday thing was really vague, but I couldn't decide on a good holiday. Also, as we saw in the previous chapter, Allysin didn't really know too much about her mother. Ron has pretty much kept the information somewhat hidden, as he didn't want to endanger her. Honestly, I'm surprised I could come up with a plot like this, because it's not my typical style, but I think I like the way the story plays out. So enjoy the new chapter!

MEANWHILE
DRAKKEN'S LAIR - SOMEWHERE

Shego sat in her chair, legs dangling haphazardly over the arm, thinking about what to do. She had served her time for all of her crimes, and had spent the rest of the time after Kim's death moping around Drakken's lair, the same lair Kim had died in, because there was nothing to do. She had put some time into rebuilding it, because she could not think of anything else to do. So she spent her days thinking. She usually thought about the same things over the past three years: what Drakken was doing, possibly starting her own evil world domination syndicate, quitting crime altogether, Kim Possible. She was thinking about these things when she heard footsteps, which alarmed her: nobody was supposed to know where this place was. The only people beside Drakken and herself that knew this place were Kim, Ron, and their friend; Kim was dead, and the other do-gooders had probably forgotten, which still didn't explain this…whatever it was.

Shego stood from her armchair. "Show yourself!" she commanded, sounding as vicious as possible.

"Do you really think you could scare me?" sneered a familiar voice. Soon that familiar voice showed his familiar face.

"Dr Drakken! You scared me!"

"I often have that effect on people; can't imagine why," he said proudly.

"Were you released?"

"Released? Why would I wait to be released?"

"You were there fifteen years. Why escape now?"

"Let's see. After the trial – thankfully there was no proof we killed her outright – they put me in solitary confinement, and after being a 'good boy' for a while, I was moved to a normal cell, where I was finally able to escape... wait. It's been fifteen years!"

"Yeah. I spent ten in jail, was released, hung around here, got arrested for theft, served two more years for that, and I've been hanging around here since."

"Well, like you said, it's been fifteen years, and we've got work to do. Good job rebuilding the lair, by the way. Just the way it was…" Drakken trailed off, his mind already spinning in regards to his next "brilliant" plan.

Shego followed, knowing the lair was not just the way it was. She had seen Ron hold Kim the way he did that night and knew Kim, her favorite adversary, had died to protect him, and had been saddened by it. So, she took Ron and Kim's body back to Middleton that night. As Shego sat in prison for those ten years, she had felt guilty for what she had done. And so, as she rebuilt the lair, one stone, charred in the explosion, was re-laid unchanged. It would serve as a reminder to her not to take another life. She might have enjoyed being a villain, but she would not be a killer.

Drakken was eager to get started, and he worked through the night. The next morning, Shego awoke to see a large, menacing contraption, with lights, dials and buttons galore. In the center was a table, complete with straps for holding a person down at the waist, wrists and ankles.

"What is this?" she asked. "Don't tell me: You joined an acting company as prop master for their production of Frankenstein."

"The new plan, of course," Drakken explained, as though Shego was a child. "While I was sitting in prison, I thought of new, different ways of taking over the world. And I remembered my old mentor, Dr Lindwurm. Unfortunately, he died almost twenty years ago. So I came up with blueprints for a reanimation beam. I'm going to raise Dr Lindwurm from the dead, and we'll come up with an amazing plan together!

"Huh." Shego stated, somewhat startled at Drakken's revelation.

"What do you mean?"

"Okay, first, you can't raise the dead. It's just not gonna happen. Second, that's unethical!"

"Like you're one to talk."

"I haven't tried to raise the dead…not that I'd want to." She shuddered. She could handle just about anything, but dead things were something she wanted to avoid at all costs.

"Shego…" Drakken warned.

"Okay, okay. How do you even know this works? Have you tested it yet?"

"I don't know. But I do know the perfect test subject this time. Kim Possible. Shego..."

"Uh uh, no way."

"Shego, what do I have to tell you? Your job is to do what I say. Now tonight, go to Middleton Cemetery and get me Kim Possible."

"Hello! It's been fifteen years! I think someone's gonna notice something! And you of all people should know that a body decomposes after fifteen years! And what's gonna happen when you find out that it works?"

"What do you take me for, a med student?" he yelled angrily. "I know what happens, but teenagers then and now eat so many preservatives that decomposition takes forever to get started. And if it works, we just kill her all over again, and go get Dr. Lindwurm!"

"I think jail turned you into a psychopath. You don't care one bit what happens. The girl's got a family, for crying out loud!"

"Well, I think that you've gone soft, sitting around doing nothing for three years! I'm the boss, so you do as I say."

"Fine," she muttered as she slinked away.

"And no moping!" he yelled after her.