Disclaimer: Refer to chapter 1 (default chapter).

Summary: Refer to chapter 1 (default chapter).

Disclaimer:I don't own the lyrics you will find in this chapter; those lyrics belong to Christy Carlson Romano.

Chapter 7 Alright, I'll Do It Part II

Early morning rays were filtering into the room by a sole window. The only occupant of the room was still sleeping but rolled over and pulled the blankets up over her head as the sun's rays hit her directly in the face. She began tossing and turning because she couldn't get back into the sound sleep she'd been in. At this point, the radio alarm clock came to life, startling the figure enough that she rolled out of the bed and crashed on the hard wooden floor of the room with a thunderous THUD. She got up, lay back down in the bed, and snuggled back into the blankets. "More on Middleton's heroine, Kim Possible, in a moment, after a word from our sponsors," the radio news anchor announced. The woman's head shot straight up. She had dreamt about the red headed cheerleader during the night, in an attempt to think about her current assignment. It had been a surprisingly peaceful dream where she and the cheerleader talked to one another about their feelings for the other in some dark cavern.

She was brought out of her daydream when the news came back on the air. The reporter began, "This morning, around 12:30 a.m., Middleton's own teen heroine was admitted into Middleton General Hospital. At this time, it is not clear whether she has any more injuries; all we do know is that her broken leg will be keeping her off of her feet for a while, but evil doers beware. Team Possible is still in action; a temporary replacement has been found for Miss Possible." The reporter commented on Kim's situation, then went back to the news around town, "In other news..."

Shego hastily leaned over and turned off the radio. She rolled back into the bed, then she remembered about the television remote; she leaned back over to the nightstand and picked up the remote, hitting the 'on' button.

The television was on the M.M.V.C., the Middleton Music Video Channel, and...

Chorus:

Could it be you and I never imagined Could it be suddenly I'm falling for you Could it be you were right here beside me,
and I never knew,
Could it be that it's true that it's you Oh it's you...

...blared from the t.v. speakers. Clips of Kim and Ron on their last mission played. Shego wondered about this singer, Christy Carlson Romano; she'd have to remember to ask Kimmie. Shego quickly hit the mute button and found the channel preview button, pressing it to filp over to a news station. The news was just coming on.

Shego turned the t.v. down to an acceptable decible and listened intently as the field reporter began her part of the broadcast, "This is Tricia Lipowski reporting for Middleton Network News (MNN). I have just been briefed on everyone's favorite heroine, Kim Possible. It seems Miss Possible was walking home late last night, early this morning when she stopped in the middle of the street, directly in the path of an oncoming tractor trailer. It would seem Miss Possible was daydreaming of something or someone." Tricia took a breath and continued, "At this current time, the only injury Miss Possible sustained in the accident is a broken leg. There was no internal bleeding or other injury as per Dr. Possible, a renowned brain surgeon at the hospital and also Miss Possible's mother."

Shego let out the breath she was not aware that she had held and looked at herself in the mirror across the room. 'I'm pathetic; i'm leeting kimmie get the best of me,' she thought. She focused on the screen once more as Tricia conitnued, "We were able to speak with Miss Possible's best friends who were walking with her from the movie theatre. We take you live to the press conference inside...

The screen that Tricia Lipowski was on switched from in front of the hospital to what appeared to be a news press conference room inside the hospital. The camera showed a crowd of reporters hanging in the back of the room , then panned to the front of the room where a podium stood on a stage. Two young adults, a blonde haired boy and an African American girl, stood on the stage with a slew of doctors and other hospital personnel. The press conference began with one reporter asking, "Mr. Stoppable, can we get your comments on your friend's predicament?" The blonde haired adolescent stepped up to the podium, struggling to hold back his tears and spoke, "We were walking home, enjoying each other's company when all of a sudden, Monique and I..." He paused and looked at the African American girl who nodded. He continued, "...realized that Kim had stopped, in the middle of the road. We tried to get her attention as we saw this semi getting closer and closer to her." The boy broke down into sobs. The African American girl walked up and stood beside him at the podium; she patted him on the back gently, and his pet naked mole rat popped up, out of his pants pocket to comfort him as well.

A different reporter piped up, "Miss?"

The girl looked in his direction. "Monique," she replied.

"Monique, take us further into what happened."

Monique, visibly stronger emotionally than the boy, took in a breath and replied in a soft voice, "The semi driver tried to stop but couldn't. Ron and I were forced to watch as it plowed into Kim. The semi driver finally got the rig stopped and Kim was under it, between the tires. Her leg was at an unnatural angle, and she didn't appear to be moving. At first, I thought we'd lost her, then I noticed that she was shallowly breathing. I prayed to and thanked the Lord right then and there." Monique paused to take a question. She pointed to the back of the room, "You?"

"What could you have done to prevent Miss Possible's injury?" a blonde haired woman asked, a mischievous grin settling on her face.

"If Ron and I had not been so far in front of Kim, one of us could have pushed her out of the way of the rig, but..." Monique was cut off by the same reporter.

"So you're saying that you and the boy beside you were virtually helpless to watch as the tractor trailer bowled Kim Possible over? If I were Kim Possible's parents, you two would not be allowed near my daughter ever again." the woman said.

Monique began, "Listen, lady! I have a half a mind to..." She never finished because a doctor showed up, and the woman's focus shifted to the doctor. Monique looked at the doctor and recognized Mrs. Dr. Possible.

"At this time, there will be no further questions taken," the red haried doctor stated.

Monique smiled at the doctor and said, "Thanks Mrs. Possilbe."

Dr. Possible put a hand on Monique's and one on Ron's shoulder and led them out of the conference room. This conference WAS OVER!

The reporter from earlier in the segment finished, "And there you have it. Statements from Miss Possible's friends. Back to you, Tricia."

Tricia reiterated, "Again, we have not received word on Miss Possible's condition, but sources have revealed that she is suffering from a broken leg. As many of you are wondering, Team Possible is still in action." Feedback in her microphone caused the reporter grimace in pain. "I've just received word that Team Possible will be growing in Miss Possible's abscence. The number has not been released for safety purposes. Doctors don't know how long Miss Possible will be in the hospital, what with multiple fractures in her leg; she may not be able to resume her world saving activities..." Tricia continued talking, but Shego turned off the television.

Shego got up, went to the bathroom, and took a shower. Afterward, she got dressed in her familiar green and black battle jumpsuit. 'I need to pay Kimmie a little visit.' she thought as she walked into the lab. Dr. Drakken was busy at his desk, a phone attached to his ear. Shego heard him talking to someone, so she gave him a questioning stare. Drakken just turned in his swivel chair, so that his back was to Shego, but she still heard him get angry and retort, "Well, you tell your boss, Hench, that he is a crook. I am willing to quadruple the first price, but I WILL NOT go any higher then that." He listened to the reply and became even angrier, "Well, see if I try to buy from you again!" he yelled into the receiver and and then slammed the phone down into the cradle. He turned back around to Shego with an expectant frown.

Shego spoke, "Your buying?"

"Don't be silly, Shego. Senor Senior, Sr. and I briefed this morning. I persuaded him to fund the project." Drakken said. He didn't clarify even after he noticed Shego's puzzled look. Drakken continued, "Well?"

Shego understood what he wanted but decided to fool around a little just to irk him. She said, "Well, what?"

"Don't kid me Shego!"

"Who's the kidder?" Shego asked, an inocent smile on her face, well, as innocent as Shego could muster.

"C'mon, Shego, we don't have time to play around. Are you in or out?" Drakken grumbled.

"Oh alright, I'm in; I'll do it," Shego relented just to stop his blubbering.

Overjoyed, Drakken said, "Now, all we need to do is lure Kim Possible to us."

"Don't worry Drakken, I know how to get in touch..." Shego said, "...with Kimmie."

ravenvixen says:
i am so sorry i haven't updated lately; a lot of activities have come up at school that needed my 'undivided' attention. my school schedule is only going to get more hectic as i will be graduating from high school in less than ten school days. plaese be patient with me. i will, however, try to get more chapters up soon.