Okay, I apologize for the outburst at the start of last chapter. I realize there's most of you out there that understand writers on a fan fiction site don't write to cater to the whims of his readers, but rather writes to cater to his own creative desires. I also somewhat apologize to the person I was referring to last chapter. You're only trying to help, and I appreciate that, but I did say early on that I already knew how this was going to go.
Enjoy the story, and please do give me criticism. Tell me when I'm going out of character (I already know I am with Shego, but I wouldn't have complained if you told me so. I have things planned to snap her back, even though she never would have left character technically.) Tell me when my timeline has flaws. I know that at least 6 days pass between when the movie starts and the prom hits, I just took liberties to give Drakken time to do his thing. All in all, please tell me when I do something outside the confines of the story, but don't tell me how to do what with who to get what effect.
Small note... things are gonna veer from the movie more and more. Shego's had time to influence them; things will be similar, though a great deal will be happening differently.
STORY
Shego sat in the possible residence, fidgeting. She was now in the home of a brain surgeon, a rocket scientist, two twin geniuses, her arch nemesis, a syntho-drone, the goofy side-kick, and his pet mole-rat. She couldn't help but worry someone was going to see through her. "Pigtails, nice!" "Shut up!" Shego nearly hurled at hearing the new couple talking, seeing Ron and Rufus actively voice her opinion. She put her hand on his and gave him an awkward smile, which prompted a sigh in return. As Mrs. Possible asked who wanted what on their pizza, the lovebirds replied "Pepperoni!" in unison, followed by the syntho-drone's, "Jinx! You owe me a soda!" Ron started to make a comment when he noticed Shego's hand, still on his, give a small squeeze. He decided to drop it as they went to watching TV to wait for the Pizza to arrive.
After all the pizza had nearly been finished off, another round of jinxing passed between Kim and Eric, being too much for Ron to handle. He had kept quiet because the girl next to him had kept him somewhat calm, but that was the final straw. Picking up a discarded megaphone (left by one of the tweebs), he shouted "Cootie alert!" and tossed it on the table, walking out. Mrs. Possible gave him a funny look as Shego excused herself, following him out the door, following him at the only place he would have gone; Bueno Nacho. Finding him sitting at the booth fiddling with his food, Shego grabbed a drink and sat across from him. "Yeah, this sure beats having to watch those two play kissy-face, doesn't it?" She gave Ron a warm smile, which seemed to cheer him up a little. Moving to sit beside him, she patted his hand. "Come on, I know its rough. Just gotta hang in there for that girl that's right for you."
Ned came over and slumped across from them at that point, prompting Ron to stop what he was about to say to Shego. "Dude, your clip-on tie?" "Clipped off," was the response. "But you're assistant manager!" Ron's voice was showing some concern for his former employee. "Not anymore. They sent Lars in to take over," the young man with glasses said, pointing to a very buff man behind the counter. Shego recognized the minion immediately, having been hand-picked to run the operation in Middleton. She slinked behind the seat as he looked over, praying he didn't see her. "God, just what I'd need, one of Drakken's henchmen telling him I'm here when I'm heading the Diablo attack... though it'd be funny seeing him screen the surveillance videos for an hour and a half before deciding I was some sort of Shego fan-girl." Shego cut her musing short when Ron's little friend held up a beeper. "Kim? 911?" Ron grabbed Rufus and jumped out of the chair, waving a quick bye to Ned before sprinting out the door. Shego followed closely, finding that she already knew where they were going.
When they got there, the door opened hastily, with Kim grabbing Ron's shoulder, "Drakken has my dad." Ron and Shego stepped inside, Kim pulling her kimmunicator out of her pocket. "All right Wade, he's here. Ride ready to go yet?" Ron ran to where his spare set of mission clothes were at her house, changing quickly. "Almost, give them five more minutes. Starting to leave to change, she was stopped short, "Hey Kim, got a set of mission clothes for me?" turning to face Shego, she looked a little nervous. "I don't know Sheila, this is kinda a personal matter, and I'd rather not have to worry about someone..." Shego scoffed, "Worry about me? I can handle myself, believe me. Remember the ninjas in Tokyo?" Kim was a little more persuaded, though the last line made up her mind. "Look, I'll be showing up there whether or not I use your ride to get there. Wouldn't you rather I was right next to you in case of a trap or something, so you could warn me?" Kim sighed in defeat. Shego knew her bluff had worked as the teen heroine led them to her room, handing Shego a set of mission clothes.
In the base, Shego was tip-toeing, listening to the small talk of the two in front of her. "I don't like this... it seems too..." "Trappish?" "Not a word, but yes." Shego braced herself. Drakken had been through the surveillance videos enough she knew what was coming. The floor gave way beneath them, making them both fall several feet to a secret basement. Shego quickly identified the death ray and moved to de-activate it, more to avoid being seen by Drakken than to take out a future threat. As she finished pulling wires out of the controls, Drakken was just finishing up. "I'd save your energy Miss Possible, your father is in quite a pickle." Shego smacked her forehead; she forgot that the death-ray needed to fire for Drakken to deactivate his hologram. Quickly turning the machine to where it needed to be and firing up her hand, she fired a blast of plasma at the heroine's feet. "I must warn you though, my latest death-ray is killer." Quickly going back to the control panel to make like she was working to deactivate it, the Syntho-Drones rose from the floor. "Farewell, Kim Possible! Farewell... what was his name? You know who you are." Ron whined lightly, "Oh come on, after all the times we've battled him, he still doesn't know my name? Its not like it's a hard name to remember!" "Ron!" "Exactly!" Shego gave a thumbs up to Kim, who started after the syntho-drones. "Don't worry about them, I'll take care of them!" Kim half-nodded in reply, running off for her dad, who was hanging above the mutant tank. Shego quickly dove into action, surprised to notice Ron was holding one off on his own. Lighting a single finger, she poked small holes in as many syntho-drones as she could, getting a response from Ron, "Ew, syntho-drones!" Rufus popped out of his pocket to bite the foot of the one his friend was holding off, letting the syntho-goo flow from his foot. Taking out the last three drones, Kim returned with her dad, a little ruffled from her fight with the mutant. "What did Drakken do to you?" "I... don't remember." "Let's go home." Her dad put on a confused look, "Which is where?"
After she got back home, Shego laid down for a night's sleep. "Ugh, that was fun, playing duck n dodge Drakken and his boys... glad I wasn't seen." Shego sat up in her bed suddenly, grabbing her phone. She dialed quickly, needing to know. The other side picked up, "Yeah, who is it?" Shego grumbled; she didn't like talking to herself. "Its me. You haven't told Drakken about my being here, have you?" A scoff was heard from the other side. "Why does he need to know? You said you were here to help take over, so I figured I wouldn't ruin it by letting no-brains know about you. He'd probably want you here trying to help head up the operation." "Yeah yeah, got it." With that, they both hung up, the one from the future laying back again. "You know, its not so bad sleeping in this time. Nice clean air, anyway."