AN: Don´t worry people i am still writing on this. Only a few more chappies to go and this story is a wrap. Continue to Rewiev i love feedback (as long as it´s good feedback)
Chapter 24
Once within her cell again, Shego smiled down at Kim the kitten, who was right by her side rubbing herself against her leg, begging for Shego to pet her. "Hi there, girl. Did you miss me?" Shego asked, stroking the purring Kim gently. Shego sat down in front of her TV, fired it up, and began to play a little on her GameCube (Starfox Adventures) until Kim came to get her for dinner.
Shego frowned as Kim didn't seem to be acting like her normal happy self. "Um, something wrong, Kimmie?" she asked.
"You´ll see, Steph," Kim replied tersely. "You'll see…"
Once everyone had assembled in the dining area, and had eaten their fill, Kim cleared her throat and got to her feet. "All right, I have an announcement, folks," she said. "After you all had been brought back to your rooms this morning, I met---shall we say---some very freaky company back at my own room."
Drakken lifted a puzzle eyebrow at this. "Freaky?" he asked curiously.
Kim smiled weakly at him before continuing. "Um, okay. I guess some explanations are in order here. Okay, I know just how clever and innovative all you guys are, right?"
The ex-villains all nodded in agreement with Kim's assessment. Kim looked more than a little uncomfortable, then laughed a very soft, very unconvincing laugh. "Ha, um...well..." she began, pulling uncomfortably at her collar of her t-shirt…a most uncharacteristic gesture on her part. "Well…it seems that your future selves have somehow managed to come up with some kind of time travel device and---"
Drakken, obviously impressed, interrupted her. "Excuse me, a what?"
Kim glared at Drakken. "You heard me, Drew. And...well, they used it to...well, kind of...um, how do I put this exactly?" Kim paused a moment to collect her thoughts, and then inhaled in preparation to continue, but never got the opportunity.
"We used it to come back in time, people," a voice informed them from the door. Everyone turned their head to a group of eight people standing in the doorway, smiling in at them. The woman who had spoken had long black hair and a skin color that showed of her Latina features easily. But one thing was clear. Dressed all in black and green, with a green flame pendant about her neck, there was no doubt about who this woman was.
Shego stared in shock at her future self. She blinked several times, then looked at the future selves of her fellow rehabilitants.
"Hmm, cat's got their tongues, I think," the smiling woman remarked cleverly. "I suppose we really should introduce ourselves, hadn't we?" she mused aloud. Future Shego nodded to herself, then stepped in front of the others. "I am Stephanie Hortensia Emerald Gonzales," she informed them all, bowing theatrically, her long hair sweeping the floor before she stood back up. "At your service."
A blonde woman with long blonde hair moved up beside her. "Steph honey…you could of added 'The Most Famous Singer of the 21st Century', you know." She laughed and tunred towards the present ex-villains. "In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm Andrea Lynn," she said and nodded politely to them all.
The other woman, an older woman with short dark hair, moved forward to the other side of Future Shego. "Hello, dears. I'm Amanda Buddary. Though, many of you would know me as DNAmy," she said.
All the assembled ex-villains gasped in surprise. The woman that told them that she was DNAmy was fit and trim. Not too thin, but trim enough to that most boys would of looked her way more than once. "That's me?" queried the current DNAmy, placing her hands to her cheeks in wonder.
The future Amanda said nothing, but it was obvious just who she was when she smiled, for they could see the small gap between her front teeth.
The last female of the group moved over to the other side of the Future Andrea. "Howdy, peeps," the young woman said, her reddish locks could be found on only one person. "Hey, I'm Kimberly Ann Possible Stoppable. It's just great to meet you all."
"Stoppable, eh?" Shego said, turning a clever look toward a now tomato red Kim and a stunned Ron. Future Kim grinned at her namesake, then at the current Shego. "Yep!" She then jerked her red-haired head, beckoning a tall blonde-haired fellow to move up beside her. Every one of the current folks assembled frowned…not recognizing the tall, athletic, and good-looking fellow beside the future Kim. "It's not nice to tease them, KP," the young man remarked to future Kim. "Hello, everyone. Ronald Stoppable, at your service," he said and gave them all a polite nod.
A graceful middle-aged man with sad eyes and all the grace of a hunting panther moved silently up to the other side of the future Shego. "Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. May I introduce myself? I am Lord Monty Fiske…at your service," he said, politely, softly, and urbanely.
Current Shego couldn't help herself and whistled appreciatively. "Wow, now that's one great physique, dude," she muttered.
"Cute, Stephanie," Future Shego remarked with a snort. "You should be very thankful for that, girl, I'll have you know…"
"Oh? And why would she be thankful for that?" Drakken asked, curious about what the future Shego had alluded to.
"Ah, I suppose an example would be helpful here. Drew, do come here, would you?" she asked.
Drakken, still very curious, nodded and stood up. He moved over to come face to face with an future Shego. "Yes?" he added.
"Slap me," she requested.
"What?" Drakken asked, appalled at the prospect of slapping the beautiful girl. "I shall do no such thing."
"Now's not the time to go all heroic on me, Drew. I know what I'm doing. So…go ahead and try to slap me," Shego reiterated.
Drakken made a face, then raised an eyebrow. Finally, he steeled himself and brought his hand back then forward to slap her…as she requested him to.
However, halfway through his forward motion, Drew felt as if he'd been placed in suspended animation. His arm seemed to be rendered immobile, and when he looked down at it, he saw the large calloused hand firmly gripping his forearm. He looked up into the calm, collected face of the black-clad Lord Fiske, whose eeys frankly frightened Drew more than he cared to admit.
"All right, let him go, Monty," Future Shego instructed, and Monty gently released Drew's arm and moved back to his position, one step to the right of, and one step behind future Shego. "As you probably can now see, Drew dear, Monty here is my personal bodyguard. He has pledged that no one may come near me if I don´t wish them to. Now, enough on that…it's on with the intros, I think."
She nodded to the last two of the future selves, who had been standing in the shadows. A distinguished looking black-haired man moved up beside the future Monty´s left side. His skin color was normal…but the scar beneath his eye could be attributed to only one member of the crew. "Good day, Drew Theodore Lipsky, at your service," he said, nodding politely as the rest of them had done.
Last off all, the remaining broad figure moved into the light…it had to be Duff Killigan…but, well…he had changed. Now, he hadn't really changed his appearance all that much…though it was quite apparent that he had stopped wearing a kilt…preferring trousers now. He quickly introduced himself, just as the rest of them had done. After some quiet minutes, the future Stephanie broke the ice. "So, do you think we could find someplace to sit down? Traveling through time sort of takes a lot out of girl…or a fellow, I might add," she remarked with a grin. Everybody laughed at her wit, and before a moment longer a pair of GJ guards appeared with a folding table and eight chairs.
And so, with the introductions behind them all, the current rehabilitants began becoming acquainted with their future selves. Though, not with a little hesitation and some uneasiness…for, after all, just how often does one get to talk with their future selves?