DISCLAIMER: The entire Kim Possible gang belongs to Disney. This story is written for pleasure.
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Chapter 12: Feelings
The red and black helicopter sailed in towards the snow-covered Appalachian mountains, where Dr. Drakkens newest evil lair was hidden.
The copter carefully flew through a small gap in the mountains, and settled down on the helipad hidden far within. Drakken himself got out of the vehicle, holding the second disc of Operation: Kabraxis. He was followed by his assistant, Shego, as they walked into the main chamber of the lair.
Drakken typed a password onto the large computor network he had placed there, and Operation: Kabraxis put itself onto the screen. Drakken placed the small disc into a slot on the wall, where there were four other slots, but two of them still had nothing in them.
That would change very soon.
After placing the disc inside its proper slot, Drakken tapped a few keys on the keyboard, grabbed a soda from the cooler by his feet and leaned back on his chair, pressing the Enter key. Suddenly, a spaceship, and graphical aliens came up on the large screen...
"Is that a video game?" Shego asked increduosly.
"Being a super-villian is hardwork, Shego." Drakken responded, taking a sip of his soda. "Video games releive the stress." There was loud beeping sound from the computor. "Oooh, level nine!"
Shego shook her head as she grabbed her Club Banana magazine from the table next to her and sat down on a chair, flipping throught the pages aimlessly, when she heard a loud boom, and she looked up from her magazine as Drakkens spaceship exploded.
"Argh!" He growled, banging his head off the table. "I can never beat level nine! And I'm a seasoned Gelactic Destroyer player!"
Shego sighed, and walked up to him. "Gimme a turn." She pushed him out of the way, and took control of the keyboard.
Within minuts, She was on level twenty-three and had doubled Drakkens high-score. She was finally destroyed by a flock of flying aliens, and she typed in her name for the high-scores. Drakken just stared at the screen, dumbfounded.
"Thanks for the game, Doc." She smiled, enjoying the look of confusion on Drakkens face. "It really does releive stress. Anyway, I'll be in your office reading, if you need me." And with that, she strolled out towards Drakkens office, feeling slightly better.
"Beginners luck." Drakken mumbled, and started another game, dieing instantly against a squad of destroyers.
Shego sat in the chair in front of Drakkens desk, once again bored. She tried thumbing through her magazine again, but soon got bored of that too. Finally deciding to go practice Kim Possible darts, she got up, and accidentally knocked over something on Drakkens desk. She bent to pick up it up, but froze when she saw what it was.
It was a picture of her.
Shego raised her eyebrows as she picked it back up, setting it on top of Drakkens desk. Then, she remembered Drakkens secret, and this was the perfect time to look around...
Opening the drawers to the desk, she found a folder of files with CONFIDENTIAL written on it. Shego snorted as she opened the file and started reading. The first few pages had nothing interesting on them, but her eyes widened as she found another page, filled with information. She quickly skimmed through it.
Why would Drakken have files on her brothers?
She quickly turned the page, and then found a page with her picture on it, but her file was different. Instead of only a small column of information, like her brothers profile, she had a whole page filled with personal information. It showed her birth date, the school she went to before she dropped out, and everything else that had to do with her, except her personal secrets. Curious, she continued leafing through the folder. She found her description, past events where she had been in trouble with the law before she had met Drakken, everything that had to do with herbut her past work as a superhero (Which was unknown to everyone but her family, Possible and Stoppable, and Drakken himself, which was just the way Shego liked it.) When she was sure she had finished looking through everything in the folder, she put the folder back where she had found it, her mind swimming with questions.
'Why did Drakken have profiles on her whole family? Why did he not tell her about that folder?' She sighed, and for some reason had an irresistable urge to look through the folder again, and brought it back from the drawer. After a while of reading, she sighed once more, annoyed that she didn't find anything new, and started to put the folder away for the last time when she tripped over the chairs leg, and the folder in her hand was sent flying. It landed on the floor with a thud, and as Shego bent to pick it up, she saw that a picture that she had not noticed before had fallen out.
She picked up the picture, and as she stared at it, her heart stopped cold.
"Well," Drakken yawned, opening the door to his office, "I guess it's time to hit the sac, eh Shego?" He asked, but all he could see was her back. "Shego?" Drakken asked, a bit concerned. When she still didn't turn, he was genuinly worried. "Shego, what is it?"
She turned towards him, tears streaking her face. "Why-" She snarled, her shoulders trembling. "Why... DO YOU HAVE THIS!"
Drakken look at her, and then at the picture in her hand. As he gazed at that picture, his heart stopped. He couldn't say anything.
"I asked you a question." Shego growled, gritting her teeth. Then, quite suddenly, she lost it. "WHY DO YOU HAVE A PICTURE OF MY MOTHER!" She screamed at him.
Drakken was at a loss for words. "Shego, I..." He tried, but just couldn't think of anything to say.
"ANSWER ME!" Shego was out of control. The picture of the beautiful dark-haired woman, with her emerald green eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of the room, as Shego dropped it to the ground.
Drakken was overwhelmed with emotions. Love, passion, and hurt all coursed through him, all wanting to come out, to lift the weight off of his shoulders, but Drakken wouldn't let them. He couldn't let them.
"Shego, I-" He could feel the tears coming. "I- Can't. I can't tell you."
Shego scremed, and her fists exploded into flaming, green fireballs. At that moment in time, Drakken wished, with all his heart, that Shego would unleash that green fire upon him. He wished he could die. He didn't want to live. He couldn't take it anymore. The secret that he was carrying was too much, and he longed to tell her, but knew he couldn't. That was all he wanted. But instead, Shego destroyed everything inside that room. His desk, his files, all destroyed. Except for one. That same file, the one that held all his memories, Shego chose to keep. And the picture of her mother stayed as well. When she was done, she collapsed onto the ground, and broke into uncontrollable sobbing.
"Shego-" Drakken tried once more. "If there's one thing I can tell you right now, it's that your mother and father cared for you so much, more than you can ever imagine. You need to know that. You need-" But he was interrupted.
"HOW? HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?" She screamed at him. "WHAT DO YOU KNOW? AND WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME?"
"Shego, please! Listen to me!" He pleaded. "I know what happened to you mother! And your father-"
Suddenly, Shego crying and gazed at him with the coldest look Drakken had ever seen.
"My father..." She whispered. "Is scum. He left us, as soon as that stupid comet his us in the tree-house. He ran away in our time of need. I hate him. He was never there for us. So if you want to do me a favor, you will never mention him again."
Drakken stared at her for a second, and then exploded.
"OR MAYBE HE THOUGHT YOU ALL HAD DIED! MAYBE HE THOUGHT HE HAD LOST THE ONLY PEOPLE HE HAD EVER LOVED! MAYBE, WHEN HE SAW THAT DESTROYED TREE-HOUSE, WHICH HE BUILT HIMSELF, THAT HIS WHOLE WORLD WAS GONE! HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT?"
Shego, shocked by his sudden out-burst, looked at him coldly. And just like that, she burst into sobs, running from the room.
Drakken watched her go, and picked up the picture off the ground. He looked at it, and, with a suddern urge of emotions, that one, single tear that had been itching to get out finally won the fight, and it rolled down his scared cheek, and onto the picture below, creating a single, solitary blotch mark.
To tell you the truth, I felt really bad about this writing this chapter. Anyways, R&R.