Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible or anything to do with it, so please don't sue me for anything I mentioned in the story, as it was purely for the sake of fun.
This is my first Fan Fic, so please no flames. I'm just warning you, it might become kind of bad, so watch out.pls read and review.
Shego sat, feet dangling, in an old oak tree somewhere in the middle of a forest. Her sleek jet was still radiating heat, causing a thermal effect that rustled the leaves and needles of a nearby patch of forest. She pondered over her un-answered question as she observed this common effect. She pressed the red button on the small black remote in her hand and the beautiful craft melted into the shadows of the undergrowth. Why do I all the sudden feel…needed? For the past month, she had taken many a beating from Kim, her concentration being taken up by other thoughts. I won't give in to these crazy ass feelings of mine, she decided.
But still. Why do I all of the sudden have this terrible feeling of loneliness in the pit of my stomach? She climbed a few branches higher as a way of sort of venting frustration. It shouldn't be this hard to appease my needs. I may be the bad-ass super villainess Shego, the one who can flick you off and kill you in the same motion, but I am a woman. A green tinted woman with the strength of a T-Rex, but still a woman. Sometimes, I don't even know why I bother. She felt the stinging of her eyes. I don't cry. She turned her head as so to hide her face with her hair, as if she was hiding from someone's gaze. You know what? The hell with it. She suddenly sprung from the branch, did a back flip while traveling in the forward direction (which looks cool as crap just in case you're wondering) and stuck the landing perfectly. Shego gave a couple of bows to an invisible audience, while beaming to non-existent cheers.
She laughed at this, something which she seemed to do more and more often since she started spending more time away from Drakken. The laugh quickly turned to a scowl as the hair on the back of her neck prickled. She sensed a presence in the shadows, and heard rustling in a nearby bush. She slowly and gracefully coiled into an offensive stance. A squirrel bounded out into the semi-scorched clearing and stopped, transfixed by the pale green figure in front of it. Shego exhaled and stood up just in time to see a very freaked squirrel's tail flick through the bush it came through.
Again she laughed, but more nervously this time, and began to uncamouflage her personal fighter. Shego pressed a green button this time, and the jet shimmered into existence once again. She vaulted the side, landing in the cockpit and busying herself with the controls. The fighter whirred to life and leapt into the air, roaring off into the distance.
A lone figure standing on a branch of another tree in the clearing (now fully scorched) heard a snap and found his self tumbling through the air. He hit the ground with a muffled thump that completely winded him. He stood up feeling sheepish and tried to walk it off. As soon as the terrible feeling of the fall left his body, he fished in one of the pockets of his khaki cargo pants for a black metal box, which he strapped onto his wrist. As soon as it made contact with his wrist, the box seemed to liquefy as it stretched to cover his entire body. "Nice, Wade", he mumbled as he fumbled for the controls to the jetpack that had just materialized. "I'll never get how he does this stuff", said Ron Stoppable. As the quiet engines of the jetpack parted his feet from the ground, the question of the nature of Shego's visit to his remote retreat resurfaced. What the hell was she doing blasting up the clearing I worked so hard to clear? And the weird behavior? Definitely not Shego's style. Come to think of it, I've never heard her laugh without the source of the humor being related to someone else's pain. Oh well, at least she didn't see Ron spying on her.
For the past few weeks, Ron had been tailing Shego whenever she wasn't at work. Even for someone of Ron's level of klutz, it had been a simple matter to just steal a tracker from KP's bag, and slap it on to the invisible jet that happened to be sprouting out easily detectable fumes of heat from nowhere. Her behavior has gotten more and more odd… The hard part was not the fact that if Shego caught him, she would completely mutilate him with plasma from the genitals up. He winced at the thought. It was keeping it a secret from Kim long enough to justify his reasons for spying on her, such as when she swam in the river with only her undergarments on. That afternoon was one he couldn't easily forget. Even for a super-villainess, Shego was very, very beautiful. Something about a pale green woman in a black bra and black lacy panties, soaked to the bone, swimming with her beautiful raven-black hair flowing in the river, with….well, you get the idea.
As Ron fantasized about this, Shego punched the afterburners in order to give an extra boost to…where? It didn't matter. She was flying surely for the sake of flying. Being slammed back into the aero-foam seat from the sheer force of acceleration kind of adds an edge to whatever you happen to be doing at the moment, don't you think? But as she was slammed back into her seat, the thought of the reason that she was actually out in the first place.
She hurriedly shoved aside her previous question and put on her most unpleasant face as she found herself coming to a gentle touchdown on the grey landing pad in front of what was supposed to be Drakken's new lair. Oh well, she thought, at least he gave me control of the self destruct button. Shego smiled and playfully slapped the Mark IV heat seeking missiles which hung menacingly from her fighter, but then scolded her self for being stupid enough to actually slap a heat seeking missile. She pressed the button for camouflage and stowed the remote in a pocket. She sighed and took her first steps into Drakken's new lair and next idiotic plan….
Kim possible was sitting on her bed, staring into space, when the phone rang. She instinctively reached for the Kimmunicator in her pocket, but then realized that it was the phone this time. She laughed and reached for the phone.
"Hey, Kim", said Ron's voice, a little distorted. He called me Kim… "What's up Ron?" "Just calling to try out my new cell phone." "Your parents let you have a cell phone? Why? Pretty much the only person you talk to is me, and we have the Kimmunicators." she said exasperatedly. "I know, I just thought it would be cool to have…so I bought one." "Where are you anyway, you don't seem to be getting good reception?" "I'm…uh…at my house. We…have bad reception here! Yeah, that's it." "Do you want me to have the Tweebs work something out?" "Nah, it's cool. Did you try out the new Wade design yet? It's pretty cool." "No, haven't had a chance to. Speaking of which, man, we haven't gotten a mission for a week, maybe someone's planning something big."
On the other line Ron swallowed as he made his descent into his yard. He new the real reason for trying out his cheap new cell phone that he had already tried out 500 times since he had gotten it. He wanted to ask Kim on a date. Just shove it up your ass and do it, man. "Ron? Ron? RON!" He snapped back into reality. "Uh, yeah Kim" There it was AGAIN. Why do I say Kim? Why? "The real reason I called you was to-"
"To what?" Just do it. Hey wasn't that a slogan for somethi-? "RON! To what?"
On the other line a knot formed in her stomach. She knew 'to what', but she needed it to come out of him for it to actually be true. "Kim," he said, voice shaking with emotion, "C-Can I take you out to dinner sometime? Not Bueno Nacho, someplace nice." "Sure Ron, but why so worked-" "As a date."
On the other line Kim's heart did a back flip. Ok. That wasn't the thing she would hope would come out of his mouth, but it was a start. "R-Ron, uh, wow, uh-" "If you d-don't want to I'm totally fine with that. I've been thinking about this for a long time now" "No Ron, it's just that I was surprised," surprised doesn't cut it "Yes, I would love to go out with you." The phone made a loud banging noise and Kim heard a curse, but then Ron's voice came back on the line. "Kim? You still there?" "Of course." "Good. So, how's Saturday night?" "S-Sure." She said, unable to fully believe what she was hearing over the phone.
Ron needed to go, barely able to contain his enthusiasm any longer. "KP, you don't know how long I've waited for this moment. But as I hate to say it, I have to bring this phone call to an end, in order to run in little happy circles on the ceiling." "Ok Ron," she said laughing "I'll see you on Saturday." "Ok, one more thing…. BOOYA!" Click.
Kim giggled, yes giggled. The kid, no, man, she had had her eye silently on for over two years had asked her on a date. The rumors were actually true. She plopped herself down on the bed and smiled. She was now eighteen and a half, which meant Ron was nineteen. They were going to begin their adult life together. Snap out of it, Kim! It's just a date… She sat up quickly and looked at her closet, spying nothing but mission clothes and her normal attire. If any of you girls out there are reading this, you probably understand the importance of looking nice for the person you like on your first date. She grabbed the phone and called up Monique. She was going to need some help.
Meanwhile, Shego stepped into the newest lair, impressed by its new décor. Instead of its normal slightly blue tinted metal sheets, the walls were sand colored, and had the distinct appearance of sandstone. The floor too was different, as it was covered in a deep maroon-colored carpet. Several comfortable chairs sat against the walls. At a semi-circular mahogany desk sat an older lady, from the looks of it about fifty-five or sixty, with platinum hair and a friendly smile. "Shego, I presume? Have a seat in that chair." She indicated to the last chair on the row. Shego shrugged and sat in the chair, pondering the meaning of this place. As soon as she sat down, the lady hit the corner of her desk, and the chair snaked long, thin wires around her feet, and a harness covered her torso.
The old lady started laughing as the chair flipped backwards and rocketed her into an opening in the wall. Shego let out a startled "ugh" and disappeared. She flew through what seemed like miles of tunnels, until she slid off of the track and across a polished floor. As soon as the chair came to a stop, the bondings released her she sat up and rubbed her sore neck. But then the side of Shego that kicks your ass 'kicked' in and she sprang into a fighting pose. Drakken's voice startled her from behind, "Enjoy the ride? It is my new failsafe way of preventing Possible and her idiot sidekick from entering the lair. The seat scans your DNA, and unless you are a member of the preprogrammed list will not send you into my new lair." Shego walked over and picked him up by the front of his lab coat and shouted in his face, "Next time, warn me dammit! If I didn't recognize your whining drawl I could have put a fist-sized hole in your ass!" She set him down panting and realized he was scared. She smiled inwardly to herself. The ability to terrorize others had always been a gift of hers.
Drakken was surprised at this brash behavior. When she was done ranting he said in his most whining voice, "Shego, I thought profanity was beyond you… Oh well. Do you like my new lair?"
Shego was amazed by the blue man's guile. "It is pretty much the same, except for your idiotic carnival ride to get here. Why the old bat in the front area?" "To throw Kim Possible off of the trail! She would think she just walked into a normal business type thingy…thing." "Only one thing wrong with that, smartness, most small buildings don't have private landing pads, or are located on an island in the middle of NOWHERE!" When will he learn? Never. Never ever ever ever. "You know, sometimes, your idiocy ceases to amaze me. How am I supposed to destroy this place if in the event of a backfired plan if it is a mile under the GROUND!"
Drakken felt the all too familiar feeling of 'I am a dumb ass and shouldn't be allowed to reproduce, or even breathe for that matter'. He stomped off to try and wire a self destruct method and escape method for his most genius lair yet. Or so he thought…
Beep, beep, beep-beep. The Kimmunicator sang the only song it knew. Kim sprang off of the bed and answered the Kimmunicator. Wade's familiar face appeared and explained her assignment. "Drakken is trying to infiltrate Area 51. Again. He wants to steal any alien technology he can. Again. Although instead of rampaging after it with a giant poodle, he is planning a covert operation." "Well, he obviously wasn't that covert about it." "Again." they both said in unison. Have you called Ron?" Kim asked. "Yeah, but I had to explain it to him quickly. He seemed really enthusiastic about something" Kim blushed and smiled. Wade connected the dots and laughed too. "I figured it was something like that. So, what did he say?" Wade inquired. Kim wondered if she should tell him. After a pause she said quickly, "He asked me out." "To Bueno Nacho?" Wade retorted, with a hint of humour in his tone. "No. As an actual date. To somewhere nice, he said. At first I was really surprised, but then I kinda reflected on all of the rumors that have been going around forever." Kim's face went scarlet, and she smiled mischievously.
Wade was astonished. In the past he had known that eventually one of them would get sweet on the other, but it still came as a shock that Ron finally admitted his feelings for Kim. But aside for the surprised look on his face and the hint of the smile that was beginning to surface, all that came out was, "Cool." He punched a couple of buttons and typed a long string of words into a second keyboard and said, "I've got a ride that'll be over your house in about five minutes. Good luck with Ron. On the mission and your date." Wade chuckled and broke the link. Good for Ron. Now, at least, they would have some time after the mission to…he didn't want to think about it. Eewww…
Kim sat down on the bed, then remembered that the transport would be there in five minutes, and sprang up to dress, fast enough to be in a fashion show. She gathered the gear that she normally used on her missions, and packed it so that it wouldn't hinder her fighting skills. Each piece of equipment she packed she packed with care, as each one of them had either saved her life, or helped the success of her missions in one way or another. She did a series of simple stretches and then headed out the door. She stopped in her living room, and looked at the picture of her and Ron with his arm around her. She almost teared up and said, "Ron, if only you knew."
The transport resembled something along the lines of a harrier, with the jets that allowed it to hover and slowly descend into her yard. The only thing, in fact, that differed this craft from a harrier was the fact that a large area was set along the spine of the craft that must have been meant for more passengers, and it was abnormally quiet. So quiet, actually, that she didn't notice it until it had come to a halt directly over her yard. As it began its descent, she could make out Ron waving at her from the window. When it touched down, the pilot motioned for her to enter the hissing hatch that was now folding downwards. When she stepped in, her mouth dropped as she beheld the beauty of the passenger area. It was decorated in retro colors, violent purple and yellow, and had some of the most comfortable furniture she had ever seen. Think of the inside of a limo. Now add to it about two million dollars of very cool furniture and other stuff, and you got the inside of the plane. To confirm the fact that this was a limo plane, she glanced to the right to view the most magnificent drink bar she had ever seen.
Ron watched Kim take in the magnificent scene in front of her. He laughed and said, "I just called Wade and he said he wanted to give us a little style this time. He said that we would be in here for awhile, because Drakken has located his new lair in the middle of the Indian Ocean. We couldn't borrow a very fast transport, so Wade made up for it in style. Pretty cool, huh?" She stammered out a question, "Where the hell did he get this?" "He won't tell me. Just called it a present, or something."
Kim snapped back into reality. I shouldn't have freakin told him. She knew what Wade was trying to do. Oh well, it's not like I didn't want anything like this. She was startled by the hatch closing behind her. She Smiled and plopped down beside Ron. "How long are we going to be stuck in this mansion on air? Personally, I could just stay in this place. For a long time. A very long time." She stood back up and walked over to the drink bar. As she did so, she made sure that she put a little extra flick into her hair and a wink in his direction. She observed the selection, pouring herself a glass of red wine. Not being of legal drinking age, she wasn't very familiar with what wines are good and what aren't, but the state and expense of the room around her ensured that whatever was on this table was of high enough stature that it should be very, very good. Her parents' words popped into her head about the dangers of alcohol. One glass. Why not? She was only A little bit underage. She poured another and carried them back to Ron.
As much as he liked Kim, he was remaining casual. He wanted to save any true activity for after the mission. Even so, he accepted the glass gratefully, as he was parched. He had never had alcohol before, but he heard that wine was not very effective in the field of getting stupid drunk, unless you had a lot of it. He took a sip, also bringing to mind that the majority of alcohol tasted like shit. This wine was surprisingly sweet, with a slightly sour taste to it. He downed the whole glass, and felt as its warmth spread through him. Kim sat down next to him and sipped her glass. He wanted to talk to her about having a relationship. He wanted to talk to her about her marrying him. He wanted to talk to her about his intense love for her. He wanted to…man he wanted a lot of stuff.
But all that came out was, "So where would you like to go on our date?" They both launched into a discussion about what places were good for the money, and what were just good. While Ron was concerned with the taste of the food, Kim was mostly concerned with how romantic the place was. As soon as Kim brought up that topic, Ron kind of drifted his conversation towards that. He of course thought that very smooth. Can you guess what word was circulating in his head right now? "KP? I'd really love it if you would be my girlfriend. I was going to wait until Saturday to ask, but under the present circumstances, I felt it necessary."
Ever seen a trail of gunpowder light? Imagine the janitor came buy and swept up all of it except three feet, and Ron's words just lit the pile. A series of thoughts fired in her head fast enough to cripple a person with little intelligence. Forget butterflies. This was pterodactyls! A split second decision led to her answer. She set her glass down and leaned over to Ron. She closed her eyes and planted a kiss on his lips that boldly showed him how much she would like to be his girlfriend. Ron set his glass down and pulled her close to him. When the kiss finally ended, Ron was stunned. She grabbed onto his neck and pulled herself up, straddling him. "Does that answer your question?" she said her voice full of emotion. He met her gaze with a look that was so full of need that it almost brought tears to her eyes.
As Ron looked into those emerald eyes so full of love he had a hard time producing his response. "KP," he said, "as much as I'd like to take advantage of one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, not to mention the woman I've loved since I can remember, we have to wait. I'm afraid that I would accidentally incapacitate myself…"
Where did he learn words like incapacitate? Oh well. "I fully understand. But after the mission, you are so mine." She planted one last kiss on him as she climbed off him.
The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful. Ron slept for awhile, and Kim checked out her surroundings, trying to keep her gaze away from the sleeping figure on the couch. She eventually slept also, surprised that the trip was so smooth.
Ron was awoken by the sleeping figure of Kim stirring in his arms, and a sudden feeling in the pit of his stomach, the kind you get when you go down a roller coaster. He sat up with a slight trace of a headache, which he shook off. He gently probed KP awake. "Kim," he whispered, "we're here." She rolled over and flashed the puppy dog eyes. "Five more minutes mommy." she said sleepily, as kind of a joke. She then sat up and stretched, before laying down back on top of Ron, smashing him into the back of the cushion. He laughed and ran his hands down her back, finding her favorite ticklish spots. To this, she also laughed, and stood up for real this time.
They both were startled by the sound of the hatch hissing open. They were surprised yet again by the fact that they were still very high up. They got the message and walked to the back of the magnificent plane, finding four parachutes hanging up on an old coat rack that was screwed into the ground. Both of them grinned, all too familiar with the use of parachutes. They strapped them on to find that they were Kim's favorite, squirrel suits, which had small flaps of fabric in between the legs and that connected the arms to the torso. This allowed for travel far beyond the drop point, in case you didn't want the people you were trying to visit seeing a massive black jet in the sky. They strapped the suits on and took a flying leap at a rolling doughnut, so to speak, out of the hatch, and into Drakken's idiotically planned treachery.
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