Yougo-Hugh Go

Chapter 2

By The Incredible Werekitty

Kim Possible and related characters are copyrighted to Disney, and used without permission. Hugh Go/Yougo, and Heather Go/Hergo are copyrighted to The Incredible Werekitty and may be used if you ask very nicely, keep them in character, and bribe the kitty with grilled yellow-fin tuna on a bed of butter parmesan angle hair pasta. The scene where Drakken and Shego talk about the mind control chip was thought up with the helpful assistance of my good friend, Abel DuSable, who will be contributing a very mature humor story to these very archives.

Yes, I am using the "Rewriting History" idea of a last name for Shego and her family. I figure that they are descended from the founders of Go City, the (well) Go's who would be the richest and most influential family in Go City. This explains why Team Go is able to afford that big honking tower in Go Bay and how the Bueno Nacho Grande can get by without selling the naco.

Meanwhile, back in Middleton, a pair of teen heroes was sitting in their favorite booth at Bueno Nacho, sharing a plate of nacos and ruminating over their change in status. Before last night, and its incredible events, things had been a bit more clear-cut. She was the hero, and he was the sidekick. She was one of the most popular girls in school, cheer squad captain, and good candidate for valedictorian; and he was the goofy 'looser', the supremely laid-back outsider, and the best friend known since preschool whose presence was tolerated. She had been dating the newest guy in school, who was confirmed a hottie by all that saw him, and had allowed herself to feel the heady glow of infatuation. He had kept his feelings under a tight lid for the sake of their friendship, until a betrayal and near-defeat left his beloved friend downhearted and depressed. Even so it had not been a true confession, but like a true friend, she understood what he had meant. She then realized that she felt the same.

So here they were, the day after that incredible prom. Ron Stoppable watching as Kim Possible delicately ate a nacho chip to keep the melted cheese from dripping on her shirt, and pondering what changes will come from this. Kim glanced up at her best friend/boyfriend, and gave him a dazzling smile, as she pushed the plate towards him.

"You look unusually serious," she observed with a small chuckle. Kim tucked a strand of her red hair behind her ear, and looked at Ron who blinked and smiled back.

"Oh, you know, KP, I was just wondering this would change things," Ron said as he picked a chip, and shifted the other nachos around with it. "You have the most to loose, after all. Oh, sure they cheered last night, but that was after you came through and saved the world again."

"So? I don't care what they think, Ron, and you should know that," Kim asserted, giving her blond friend a stern glare. "The so called 'food chain' is just so much bunk, followed by posers. If they can't see that I've found something far better than some angsty high-school romance, then it's their loss."

"Good attitude, KP," Ron chuckled. "Though, this might change some of the stuff we do together…"

"Not really, Ron. We do so much, together, anyway that I don't see that much of a change…" Kim paused, considering things, as a slow smile spread on her face. "Though, I would consider any kissing that happens a very pleasant perk." The couple grinned at one another over the nacos.

"Perks are good," Ron asserted. "Perks are very good. We might want to be extra careful on missions, though."

"Oh, you're right," Kim murmured, thoughtfully. "We don't need to get distracted on a mission."

"Yeah, that, and you'll never know when some villain will try and use our relationship against us," Ron added. "Even though some of them may have thought we were already dating…" Kim chuckled at this last statement.

Be-beep-beep-beep!

The communicator's signature tone startled both Kim and Ron out of their thoughts, and the teen heroine was quick to pull the blue device out of her pocket. She held it so both she and Ron could see the screen, as it flashed to life. On the viewer was their friend, Wade Load, who gave them both a happy smile when he saw them.

"Hi, Wade. What's the sitch?" Kim asked, grinning at the preteen super genius.

"Hi, Kim. Dr. Director needs to get in touch with you, and thought she'd call, first, rather than just whoosh you away through one of their tubes," he replied, typing rapidly on his keyboard.

"That was nice of her," observed Ron.

"I'll patch her through, now," Wade added, as he pushed a button.

"Please and thank you," said Kim, cheerfully. The view screen flashed briefly, showing an older woman with brown hair, a blue uniform, and an eye patch over her right eye.

"Ah. Good afternoon, Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable," she said nodding at them both. "Something has come up that I thought that might be interesting for you two."

"What's happened?" Kim queried, curiously.

"Somebody has taken over one of Dr. Drakken's old lairs, and reprogrammed the syntho-drones," replied Dr. Director. "We are unsure if this person has stolen the technology, or if it had been given to them. What we are sure of, however, is that this person is not your typical villain."

"What makes you say that?" Ron asked, furrowing his brows.

"Because the syntho-drones have been programmed to kill," Dr. Director stated, causing Kim to gasp, and Ron to drop his naco. "We have already brought Dr. Drakken and Shego to a GJ holding facility to obtain any information they may have. I was wondering if you would join me, there, to see if you can be of any help. You, with your extensive experience with Dr. Drakken and his schemes, may be able to obtain information that we might not normally be able to get."
"We would be glad to," Kim asserted, as Ron nodded in agreement.

"Excellent. I'll send Agent Du with the hoverjet, immediately."

The dynamic duo quickly finished their lunch, throwing away their trash, and stepped outside the restaurant. Ron had been surprised that the Bueno Nacho had opened, today, after the fiasco at the home office. Still, he was happy to see Ned reinstated as manager, and it was through the bespectacled Bueno Nacho loyalist's force of will that the place was opened for business. They stood outside; waiting for the hoverjet that arrived with surprising swiftness. Ron and Kim said their hellos to Agent Will Du, careful to try and not show one another any more affection than they would normally on a mission. Their new relationship was neither Agent Du nor Global Justice's business. As the hoverjet made its way to the GJ holding facility, Kim made sure to call both her and Ron's parents so they would not worry.

As they neared the Global Justice holding facility, Kim could not help but be reminded of another remotely located island. Here, however, she was not going to thwart one of Drakken's schemes. From what Kim knew about her arch foe, she was sure that he was no killer. Sure, he had death traps, but if one kept their head, they were easy to escape. Agent Du carefully landed the hoverjet, due to the wetness of the landing area. It was obvious that they had just had a storm on this distant isle. Kim could see Dr. Director striding out to meet them.

"Greetings, Kim Possible," she said, when they exited the jet. "And to you, too, Ron Stoppable. I am glad you two could make it. Agent Du, please return to your duties." Agent Du saluted, and stepped back into the hoverjet.

"So Dr. Drakken and Shego are already here?" Kim asked, as they followed the older woman into the building. Rufus, Ron's naked mole rat, had finally woken up, and was now happily splashing in the puddles on the landing deck. Dr. Director paused, turning to watch Ron chase his little friend around the deck, a smile of amusment evident on her face.

"Yes, he is. Agents caught them attempting to escape from the Middleton State Penitentiary," she replied. Ron finally caught Rufus, who had grown cold, anyway, and heard this.

"Wow. Lucky break for you, Doc. Not so lucky for Drakken, though," Ron observed, as he gently tucked Rufus into his pocket. Dr. Director chuckled, and led them inside. They walked through the clean corridors, quickly finding a free conference room.

"Have Dr. Drakken and Shego brought to Conference Room Eight, please," Dr. Director said into an intercom, once Kim and Ron had settled into chairs.

"Ah. Agent Practice had taken charge of the prisoners, Dr. Director," uttered an uncertain voice from the speaker. "He said that he would be preparing them for interrogation."

"'Preparing them for interrogation'?" Dr. Director queried, sounding suspicious. "Do you have a location on Agent Practice?"

"Yes, ma'am," the other agent replied. "He is in the medical ward, operating room twelve." The head of GJ frowned, and nodded to Kim and Ron.

"Follow me. I've had difficulties with Agent Practice before," Dr. Director said grimly, as she led them to the medical ward. They ran through the halls, the older woman's since of urgency palatable even to the usually clueless Ron. Quicker than one would think, they reached the medical ward, Dr. Director bursting through the door of operating room twelve, and startling the surly-looking man in surgical scrubs who was inside.

"Dr. Director!" he sputtered, looking up from his work. Kim could see a pair of very familiar looking microchips sitting in a couple of petrie dishes. She wondered what they were doing here of all places. The teen heroine could tell that Dr. Director did not approve of what this man's intentions had been.

"Agent Mel Practice," Dr. Director uttered coolly. "I see that you were preparing for an operation. Tell me, Agent Practice, when does preparing prisoners for interrogation involve surgery?"

"It involves surgery, Dr. Director, when you wish to be assured of a criminal's complete cooperation," Agent Practice growled. "Dr. Drakken, and that wench, Shego, will never willingly tell us their plans. With Dr. Bortal's compliance chip, that will change. An added bonus would be that we would never have to worry about their scheming again."

"Whoa! Now that is ferociously unethical!" Kim declared. "You just can't go around making people prisoners in their own bodies, just because they won't answer your questions!"

"I agree with Miss Possible, Agent Practice," Dr. Director uttered sternly. "Robbing people of their free will, even if they are considered criminals, has never been in the interest of Global Justice."

"What? 'Never been in the interest of Global Justice'? Why do you insist upon treating criminal scum like they're human beings? Once they deprive another human of their rights, then they are no better than animals! They don't deserve mercy! They deserve punishment!" growled an outraged Agent Practice.

"They deserve to be treated like they're humans, because they are humans," Dr. Director asserted, gesturing a couple of burley agents in to the operating room. "I guess you are, somehow, unable to see that. Take him away." The guards complied, pulling a loudly cursing Agent Practice after them. The woman took the petrie dishes to a safe, and locked them up. "We seized Dr. Bortal's compliance chips in order to keep them from being misused, again. I should have known, with his radical ideas about crime and punishment, that Agent Practice would pounce on the idea of using them on prisoners."

"I can see using them on, like, terrorists, and others that would rather die than give any information," Kim uttered. "But I can't advocate their being implanted to keep somebody in line…"

"I agree. Let's go and fetch Dr. Drakken and Shego, so we may have out little talk about their former lair. I'm sure they will be relieved to find that they will not be getting Agent Practice's little surprise," Dr. Director said, stepping out of the operating room.

The two villains sat in stunned silence for a few minutes after their captor had left. The mad scientist turned to his assistant, coughing nervously before he finally spoke.

"Um… Shego, it wasn't that bad being under the influence of that mind control chip, was it?"

"Well if you consider being trapped in your own body while you do stupid things at somebody's beck and call, 'not that bad', then no it wasn't," Shego answered with her trademark sarcasm. "I only count myself lucky that all you did was to tell me boring stories, and send me in search for extinct birds. You could have very well taken advantage of the situation."

"But… I would never do that!" Drakken said, shocked. "I may be evil, but that would have been just plain mean! Though… You have to admit, it was kind of funny to see Kim Possible in the same situation."

"Maybe, but I wasn't exactly in a position to actually enjoy it, Dr. D."

"Oh…" uttered Drakken, looking down at the table. He tapped his fingertips together, and traced the wood grain pattern on the tabletop, minutes ticking by. "Shego, I… I'm sorry." The mercenary sat up, a look of utter surprise registering on her face. She turned to her employer, and looked him over with concern.

"You… You're apologizing? For the mind control fiasco?" she said, worried. "Are you coming down with something, Dr. D?"

"I'm fine. Positively healthy," Drakken assured her. "It's just that I'm about to find out exactly how you felt, trapped in your own body, unable to control anything you did… And I wished to say something, while I still could, before we got our brains rewired. So… For what it's worth… I am sorry." Shego sat there, marshaling her thoughts, trying to figure out what to say to that. She looked at Drakken, her eyes softening a bit, and a small smile forming on her face. The door opening derailed Shego's train of thought, and both she and Drakken stared at the one person they did not expect to see.

"Kim Possible?" Drakken uttered. The evil genius then slumped in his chair with a defeated sigh. "I suppose you're here to see us get chipped."

"After I prevented it from happening it the first place? So not," Kim replied. Ron came in with a disgusted look on his face.

"That guy was a total wack job, KP," the blond boy said shaking his head. "And that compliance chip idea is just sick, and wrong."

"I tend to agree," Shego said dryly. "But that means that jerk that brought us in here was not on the up and up with the head honcho."

"That is correct, Shego," Dr. Director asserted, as she entered the room, and handed Kim a set of keys. "And now that we have taken care of Agent Practice, we'll go to the conference room to give you an idea of what has been happening while you two have been incarcerated." Kim unlocked the shackles, freeing her arch foes from the chairs. They rose, and started to follow Dr. Director, Kim, and Ron out of the room when Shego poked Drakken in the back. He turned, to see Shego leaning close to him, as if to share a confidence.

"Apology accepted," was all she whispered, before she nudged him to proceed.

And thus ends part two. In the next chapter, our fab foursome finally find out what's going on at Drakken's old lair.

Quick explanation: Heather is Hugh's sister, just so you know. And do I really have to ask you to review?