Yougo Hugh Go
Chapter 4
By: The Incredible Werekitty
Kim Possible and related characters are owned by Disney and have been used in this work of fanfiction without permission. Hugh Go/Yougo and Heather Go/Dee Jay Hergo were created by The Incredible Werekitty and may be used with the appropriate amount of begging. Not that I've heard any, yet, but one can hope.
I would like to thank the few reviewers I have had so far. I enjoy receiving feedback, and am glad you have enjoyed the story, so far.
I would also like to thank I Am The J. A. M., and Aero Tendo for some assistance with some detailing in this chapter. Additional thanks go to Abel DuSable for assisting me with some of the writing of this chapter. He rocks heavy.
If I keep plugging it, he WILL write. Who is he, you ask? Why Abel DuSable of course. If enough people want to see it, he'll write The Full Ronnie. Now on with the show.
At Global Justice headquarters, Drakken and Shego followed Dr. Director to an observation room. Agents scurried about from one monitor to the next, checking on various bits of data. On one screen was a grainy picture of the lair's interior. Drakken recognized the multiple windows that showed his various projects. Shego simply smirked, remembering the Teenaged Wasteland project that she had thought so silly. Dr. Director gestured the two villains to a pair of chairs, out of the way of the personnel.
"I thought you would like to watch Team Possible's progress with me," she said, nodding to the one monitor. The picture seemed to bounce, making Drakken a bit seasick.
"I thought you said that you couldn't get the security cameras, because of that hacker scrambling the computer," observed Shego, as she watched the transmission.
"We couldn't. Instead we wired a tiny camera into Ron Stoppable's clothes. It is something we have done before, so he did not mind," replied Director.
"Ah. That explains the up and down motion," Drakken noted.
"That's correct," nodded the head of GJ. "We needed to know if and when Team Possible encountered trouble."
"Couldn't Kimmie just call you on that doohickey of hers?" Shego asked, raising a brow.
"No. It seems that the lair has been outfitted with jamming devices that block most communications frequencies," Dr. Director replied, as she watched Kim say something to Ron. The teen hero looked a bit uneasy. Apparently she had good reason to have been, for just then a virtual swarm of synthodrones decended upon Team Possible, attacking viciously, obviously going for the kill.
"Merciful heavens," breathed Dr. Drakken, as he watched the drone's actually attempt to kill Kim Possible. Even Shego only could stare at the fight, dumbfounded. True, she disliked fighting fair, and true she knew some dirty tricks, but the tactics that the drones were using, now, were the type to which she would never resort. Drakken, himself, was disgusted to see his inventions used in such a manner.
"You look ill, Dr. Drakken," Dr. Director noted.
"I am ill, Dr. Director. My synthodrones have been turned into killing machines," Drakken replied, sounding sick. He noticed that he was receiving a very confused look from the woman, and sighed. "I know. I'm an evil genius, and I use death traps and dangerous situations upon my foes all the time. Still, I prefer to give my opponents, should they discover my lair, a fighting chance. Most of the death traps can be escaped, if one does not lose their wits. Same with anything else through which I may put a hapless hero."
"Kimmie's in trouble," Shego observed, watching as Kim and Ron fought the drones with lasers, but were still badly outnumbered. Then the synthodrones paused. "Wha? Why'd they stop?" The constructs restarted their onslaught, but they had changed their tactics.
"New orders?" queried Dr. Director.
"They… they're trying to capture them," Drakken said.
"Oh… no," Shego muttered. "He's read them."
"What?" Drakken asked, turning to Shego.
"Look, Hugh's power is weird. He has this ability to… 'read' somebody. Not like mind reading, or anything like that, but somehow he can discover the quirks that make a person who they are," Shego attempted to explain. "It's almost like he can see into your soul."
"So you think he's discovered something about Kim Possible, and Ron Stoppable that he can exploit to his personal benefit?" asked Dr. Director.
"Yeah, I do. Especially since I heard that one of Hugh's kinks is torture," the raven-haired mercenary replied.
"He's… going to interrogate them?"
"No. He's going to hurt them, because it gets him off."
"WHAT!" Drakken yelped, then turned to Dr. Director. "You've got to DO something!"
"You… care about what happens to them?" she asked in utter shock.
"Of COURSE I care what happens to them! My worst enemies are being carried to a fate that even I would not wish upon them!" Drakken ranted, wildly. "Can't you send in your agents? I thought you had recruited Team Impossible, thanks to Kimberly Anne! Could they not go in and effect a rescue?"
"It's not that simple," Dr. Director sighed. "I doubt that they could get past the sentries, especially with their new programming. The only reason that Kim and Ron had gotten so far before their capture was that they had prior knowledge of that lair…"
"Well, then, send us!" Drakken exclaimed.
"What?" uttered both Shego and Dr. Director in shear disbelief.
"Send Shego and myself. If what Shego said is true, then you don't have time for me to reminisce about my alpine lair. That… Hugh creature could start performing unspeakable acts upon the persons of Stoppable and Possible any minute, now," Drakken explained. "I doubt that he's found the escape tunnel, and it is obvious that he hasn't found any of my weapons stashes."
"What makes you… Ooooh… The synthodrones would be using them," Shego said, answering her own question.
"So, Dr. Director?" asked Drakken.
"It… looks like I don't have much of a choice," Dr. Director said, slowly, shaking her head in disbelief.
"We-ell, not if you don't want to explain to their parents why you sent them in to face a psycho with an army of homicidal synthodrones," Shego quipped.
"I did not need to hear that," uttered the leader of Global Justice.
Later Dr. Drakken and Shego were found trudging through the snow. It was steep going, but the mad doctor knew where they were headed. Shego remembered making sure that this tunnel was included in the construction, but it was never used. It was small, somewhat cramped, and undetectable by most scanners. It was an escape tunnel of absolute last resort for when a plan really went south. With some careful heating via Shego's plasma bursts, the manual locking system was disengaged, and the two villains made their way into their former lair.
As they crawled up the escape tunnel, Drakken leading the way, Shego had a brief distracting, and slightly disturbing, thought. Understandable, really, considering the distinct lack of scenery, as they were working their way through the passage. She found herself observing that Drakken had a cute butt. When she realized what she was doing, she shook her head, making a disgusted noise, which drew Dr D's attention.
"What's wrong, Shego?" he asked. She blinked at the azure man for a second.
"I miss my jumpsuit," she blurted, that being the first thing that had come to mind. The two villains had exchanged their prison orange jumpsuits ones in Global Justice blue.
"Nnnng… I know how you feel. It's just not the same without my overcoat. And you have always looked your best dressed in green," Drakken muttered, as he resumed progress. Shego smirked a little to herself, and followed. That had been a bit too close.
Once they had reached the main floor of the lair, they stealthily made their way through the corridors, Drakken leading them to a remote storage room. They avoided both synthodrone sentries, and hidden cameras, sure that Hugh would use both to note any intruders or escapees. Once they reached the storage room, the pair relaxed a bit, as Drakken retrieved one of his multiple weapons stashes.
"So what's the plan, Dr. D?" Shego asked.
"I figured you could take Hugh down, while I freed Possible and the Buffoon," Drakken mused, as he sorted through the weapons, trying to find something useful.
"That won't work. Once Hugh sees me, he'll expect me to attack. Anyway, Hugh's always been something of a wimp in the physical conflict department. Never had the patience to learn actual fighting," the mercenary uttered, shaking her head.
"Are you saying that I could take this guy?" the mad doctor asked, as he selected a pair of shock pads.
"In your sleep, Dr. D."
"Okay. I'll take down Hugh, then, and you free our teen foes," Drakken said, as he slipped on the pads. "We'll approach the control room from the hangar bay. This way we can see if we can use any of the vehicles to get out of here."
"Not a bad idea," Shego observed, as they moved out. "You know, this hero stuff is kinda fun, in a way. Kimmie's going to owe us big time."
"Heh… That is a pleasant thought," Drakken noted, as they made their way to the hangar.
Drakken and Shego entered the control room, stepping carefully around the debris of the "killer" death ray and the melted synthodrones from Kim Possible's prior visit. From across the room, they could hear Hugh's calm voice explaining the functions of various implements, apparently getting his subjects ready for his tender mercies. The duo looked grim, as they crossed the room, their footsteps alerting the yellow psycho to their presence. He turned, observing their entrance, and raised an eyebrow.
"Why cousin Sheila, what a pleasant surprise. And you brought along Doctor Drakken. How ever did you get in here, cousin? I could have sworn I had the security codes changed," Hugh said looking them over, his eyes glowing briefly. "Global Justice must be desperate to have recruited you two," he added, indicating their jumpsuits.
"It's only a temporary gig, Hugh," Shego said, frowning at the use of her given name.
"Oh well, you're just in time to see your arch foes be broken," the cerulean man said. "Seeing one another in pain should do the trick, don't you think?"
Ron shivered and lifted a hand as much as he could. "Uh… if it's all the same to you, I'm not sure I'm really into the whole suffering thing."
"That's all right, Ron," Hugh said smirking. "I like it well enough for the both of us."
"Oh," said Ron, his desperate grasp at a straw proving to be tenuous at best. "Don't suppose we could a least get a good villain rant in before you begin? You know… Explain your master plan, gloat, lay it all out so we can bask in your genius sort of thing? It's tradition, you know."
"I think I may have mentioned this, Ron, but I'm not a villain, nor am I an evil genius. I have no intentions of taking over the world. I have no plans to hijack the world's supply of nacos, oil, currency, or any other valuable commodity. I also have no plans to hold you two for ransom, or, for that matter, any other typical villainous scheme," Hugh said, as if explaining things to somebody of very limited intelligence. "I am doing this because I like to hurt people."
"Yeah… you did, but what can I say? I'm a sidekick to the end."
"Ah, so true. I'm glad you are being as devoted to your calling as you are to your Kimberly. However, it is on you I have to begin," Hugh said as he lifted a particularly nasty looking blade. "Kim has always been the strongest person on your team. I'd love to see how she will break, when she sees you in pain."
Drakken gently nudged Shego to the left and walked over to the slabs. His face was one of genuine interest as he looked his captive teenaged foes over. "You… You're really going through with this, aren't you? You're going to vivisect them alive."
"Well, not exactly, Dr. Drakken," Hugh said, momentarily surprised at the evil genius's interest. "I was planning on using a variety of techniques to induce as much pain as I could. If I was gratified by Kim's reaction, I would switch to her, and see how much it hurts Ron to see Kim in pain." Drakken looked up at the jaundiced man with a somewhat passive look on his face and nodded.
"I… suspected as much," he said before suddenly lashing out with his left hand in an attempt to grab Hugh's arm. Hugh dodged, casting a surprised glare at the blue man. From their slabs Kim and Ron blinked in surprise at Drakken's actions, then looked at one another in sheer disbelief. With a growl of outrage Drakken held up both hands in a claw-like manner. Coaster-sized silver disks on his hands crackled with blue lightning, his hands well protected by his gloves.
"How dare you turn MY lab into a charnel house! You… MONSTER!"
"I thought you had abandoned this lair," Hugh said, backing away from the electricity. He had never tested the limits of his physical endurance, since his power did not involve physical contact. Hugh was fairly sure that he was a wimp compared to even Mego, who had the power of simply shrinking. Drakken looked positively angry, and Hugh was sure that Shego was not too happy about his actions, either.
"Excuse me? I'm sorry, but whose name is on the lease? I don't think it's Man-go, or whatever you're calling yourself… It's Doctor DRAKKEN! Drew Theodore Patrick Lipsky, Pea Aich Dee! This is MY Secret Lair… This is MY lab… and those are MY Teenaged Foes!" Drakken ranted, viciously swiping his electrified hands at the retreating Hugh. "Oh yes, and before I forget… That's my most trusted assistant behind us. Freeing Kim and the Buff… -cough- ur… Ron stoppable."
"My name is Hugh Go. Believe it or not, Hego decided my, heh, super hero name should be Yougo. Not much of a difference," Hugh said, as he turned to see that, yes, Shego WAS freeing Kim and Ron. "Well well. So they are your best of foes. I'm surprised that cousin Sheila is so willing to free them."
Shego snorted and raising a fist sheathed in green flame, smashed open yet another of Kim's restraints. "Yeah… tell me about it. Then again, I suppose it's so hard to find a good physical challenge, these days."
Hugh dodged a particularly nasty swipe that Drakken had aimed at him, and jabbed at the bad doctor in return with his knife. "You say that aloud, but you really did not wish to see Kim dissected like a high school science project."
Drakken yelped as the blade bit into his skin, drawing blood. He lunged again, trying to get inside the arc of the blade where his own weapon would be of best use. Upon retrospect it was a poorly plotted attack on his part, but it was the best he and Shego could come up with on short notice. Hugh would, of course, have expected Shego to be the one to attack while her boss busied himself with 'managerial' skills (giving advice from a point of safety). However Shego had assured him that Hugh had no patience for learning how to fight, properly, wanting to get to the hurting as quickly as possible. So Drakken had gotten an uncharacteristic surge of bravery. Bravery that was beginning to wane. "Shego!" he shouted. "Any minute, now, would be nice!"
"Yes, dear Sheila, do join the fun," Hugh said, slashing at the cyan scientist, and laughing evilly. "Just in time to see your precious Drew meet his end." Shego brought her fists down again, and again, shattering the metal clasps holding the two teens down, before glancing back at Hugh's comment.
"Come again? Dr. Drakken is many things… but 'precious' is not one of them."
"Your heart says otherwise, Sheila," Hugh gloated, his eyes glowing gold. "Just as Drew, here, would do anything for you. Kind of sweet, in a way, like Kim and Ron." Drakken chuckled in an unconvincing manner as he tried to grab Hugh's knife-hand.
"Ignore him, Shego!" he called to his assistant. "He's trying to distract us! Make us get sloppy!" Hugh dodged his grab, catching a hold of Drakken's wrist, instead. With a malicious grin, the jaundiced man bent the cyan doctor's arm back at a very painful angle, causing Drakken to yelp.
"Gnnnaugh! When I get my hands on you I'll… NNGH!"
"You'll do what, exactly?" Hugh chuckled, wrenching Drakken's arm, again. Drakken dropped to one knee as he felt the leverage threatening to tear some of his ligaments. Eyes wide, and tearing up as he felt his resolve weaken.
"They… should have given YOU to that crazy G. J. doctor," he grunted. Shego gritted her teeth, as she worked at freeing Ron, hating the fact that Hugh had seen through her. That was something she was not exactly ready to admit to herself, let alone Drakken. In the meantime, she watched Hugh gloat over her employer, for the moment following Drew's orders to ignore the yellow maniac. Kim stood to the side, rubbing life back into her wrists looking for an opening, so she could take on the psychic psycho without harming Drakken.
"Crazy G. J. doctor?" Hugh asked. "You mean there was somebody at Global Justice who was wanting to use extreme measures? That's priceless!"
Ron shook his hands, after the constrictive cuffs were demolished, to get the feeling back, his eyes narrowing. "Every organization has its nutjobs, Hughie. Although you seem to have that personally covered."
"Why thank you," Hugh said, grinning at Ron as he drew back his knife hand. "Now say goodbye to Dr. Drakken." Kim, Ron, and Shego gasped in shock, as Hugh was about to stab Drew through the heart.
Drakken's eye grew wider as he realized what was about to happen. Then he shut them, muttering to himself: "This is gonna suck," before swinging his free hand downwards to the only thing he could reach in this position… the smooth metal floor that both he and Hugh were standing/kneeling upon. Shego, Kim, and Ron experienced bad hair days thanks to the diminished charge at their end of the room making their hair stand on end. Drakken, and Hugh Go, however, shared a brief electrical shock that was strong enough to send them both flying.
"Arrgh! Frizzed AGAIN! I'm SO going to kick Hugh's yellow butt!" growled Shego.
A short chortle caught Ron's attention, and he glanced over at Rufus in his little cage, nearby pointing and giggling. The hairless rodent then made a show of running his paw over the smooth dome of his tiny head. Ron slumped and tried to mash down his frizzed up hair. "Okay… So there's advantages to being hairless. Big whoop."
Shego stalked over to Hugh's unconscious form, prying the knife from his fingers, and dragged him over to the slabs. "Hey, Kimmie, got some rope or something?" she asked slamming her errant cousin against one of the platforms.
"Of course I do, Shego," Kim said as she retrieved her backpack from where it had been unceremoniously tossed. She rooted through it, pulling out a length of silk cord. "You can keep it if you want to."
"Don't know if they'll let me keep souvenirs, Kimmie," Shego said, as she tied Hugh securely to the slab. "Don't know what G. J. has planned for us, after this." Shego then walked, with no little trepidation, to Drakken's still form. She, in her heart of hearts, hoped he was okay. Drakken smoldered, his skin a slightly grayer shade of blue, and his hair was well curled. Shego checked for a pulse and found him to be quite alive, much to her relief. In that moment he sat bolt upright, staring straight ahead.
"What blew up this ti… oh. Wait… I remember now," the mad doctor uttered blinking, and looking up at Shego. "I did something stupidly heroic, didn't I?"
Shego chuckled, and smiled at her longtime employer. "You sure did. Didn't know you had it in you." He winced as she chucked his shoulder, and giggled nervously.
"NNNGH… Yes… well let's not speak of this at the next Villainy Convention, shall we?" Drakken noted. "So… You're related to that… crazy person? I would have never guessed."
Ron laughed, and prodded Hugh with a toe. "Crazy is right. I mean it's no secret that Kim and I have a close relationship after working together all these years, but you two? Having feelings for one another? That's just too weird to be true."
"Wonder how we'll contact G. J.?" Shego mused, helping Drakken to his feet, and attempting to change the subject.
"I… ugh… think the communications hub is behind that one door," Drakken uttered woozily, pointing at a locked door at the end of the room. Ron had just came from releasing Rufus from the cage, and walked toward the door.
"Sounds good to me… I'll see if I can find the on switch," he said, looking at the door, only to discover that it was locked. It was a new-looking keypad style of latch that caused Ron to look puzzled.
"I'd call Wade," Kim said taking a look at it, herself, "but this place is lousy with jamming devices."
"So we've heard," Shego observed snarkily. Drakken staggered to his feet, and wandered over to the keypad, pushing Ron out of the way.
"One side… Mad Doctor coming through. Hmph… Hugh upgraded to the Pentathlon 350. Not bad, good overall security with over four thousand different combinations… but it's still mired down in corporate mentality," he said, tapping in a few digits. The lights flashed from red to green, as the locks disengaged.
"He goes through the trouble to upgrade the lock, and he doesn't bother to change the pass code?" Shego uttered, as Ron and Drakken started to open the door.
"Well… all of the pads of the Pentathlon 300 series have the same maintenance code. It's cheaper that way," Drakken explained.
"He did say he wasn't a villain," Kim observed as they opened the door, fully.
Instead of a communications hub, however, they found a cell. On a cot lay someone with orange hair, wearing very disheveled clothing. There was a scent in the air that told them that whoever it was had been in there for a while. Drakken covered his mouth and nose as he backed out of the room, cursing softly at the stench of an unemptied toilet bucket. Ron gaped in disbelief.
"Kiiiiim… we got a prisoner in here!"
The person in the cell moaned, moving a bit. "Hugh, if you want me to do anything else, especially if it involves movement, you have to FEED me," growled a feminine voice that sounded, oddly, similar to Shego. The figure weakly pulled itself upright, revealing that it was indeed a woman… A woman with shoulder-length wavy orange hair, light orange skin, wearing jeans and a T-shirt that advertised the Morning Mayhem show from a Middleton radio station, WTMI. She looked up, and her eyes, the color of tangerines, locked on Drakken. "You're not Hugh… Thank God!"
Drakken's eyes widened and he shuddered at the sight of this woman. Not because of the condition she was in… he had seen far worse in his life. No… it was because of the striking physical similarity she had to Shego. The idea of the person who had been the closest to him all these years looking so… wretched left him with a sick feeling in his stomach. Despite the odor, he stepped into the room and gulped. "Are… are you alright?"
"Oh… aside from being kidnapped by my psychotic brother, held for who knows how long, practically starved to death, and left with this stinking bucket for a week, I'm just peachy," she said with a slight smirk. "You don't happen to have any food on you, by any chance? I meant it, when I said I was starved." Drakken hesitated, still caught off guard by the resemblance.
"Oh… oh yes. Uh… Shego? I think we found another member of your family in here…"
"Huh?" Shego uttered before looking into the room, herself. "HEATHER!"
"Hi, Sheila. Long time no see," replied the newly identified Heather.
"What are YOU doing here? Last time we talked, you were doing the morning show at some radio station," queried the raven-haired mercenary.
"Hugh kidnapped me to hack into this place's systems," the orange woman explained with a shrug. "Who needs computer skills when you can type really, really fast?" While Drakken and Kim watched the two cousins have their little reunion, Ron had started rooting through his backpack. Pawing through his stuff until the rustle of a paper bag was heard.
"Hi… I'm Ron. I was saving this for later, but I think this counts as an emergency," the blond teen said, as he dashed into the cell. "Hope you like nacos… Grande Style!"
"Did… Did you say nacos? I love nacos. Especially Grande Style! You carry emergency nacos?" Heather said, with an eager grin, as she took the Bueno Nacho bag from the sidekick. She opened it, verifying that there were, indeed, grande style nacos in the bag. "Ron, my stomach could carry you home, and cuddle you all night for having this!" She took out one of the taco/nacho confections and practically inhaled it. "Ah. Much better. Having an accelerated metabolism sucks, sometimes. By the way, I'm Heather Go. Nice to meet somebody who likes nacos as much as I do." Ron blushed and toed the floor with his shoe as he shook her hand.
"And I'm always glad to meet someone who enjoys my little creation as much as I do," he said with a smile. Heather blinked, and stared hard at Ron, as she processed what he had just said.
"Oh… wow… You're Ron Stoppable! You're picture is displayed at Bueno Nacho headquarters! Hall of Fame, baby!" the orange naco fan enthused, as she ate her second one. She made a pleased sound when she had finished it, then grinned. "Ron, you're a lifesaver. I mean that literally. In gratitude, I'm willing to take you home, and proceed to do lustful perverse lewd and possibly illegal acts upon your person."
Shego blinked, having forgotten how impulsive her cousin could be at times. The emerald woman then looked at the faces of her teen foes, and had to hold on to the doorframe to keep from falling down as she laughed herself silly. Ron's face had reached new shades of red… meanwhile, Kim was stuck between total floored shock, and "Gonna kick her orange ass so bad!"
"Ah… ah… ah… Rain check?" Ron yelped, looking a bit frightened at Heather's impish grin.
"She looks familiar," Heather observed, only just noticing Kim.
"Girlfriend!" Ron managed to blurt out with an almost desperate squeak to his voice.
"Girlfriend?" Heather asked.
"Girlfriend! Kim Possible! She can do ANYthing!" Ron yelped then facepalmed. "Oh ghawd that sounded so bad…"
"Wow… Kim Possible, too? Neat, I've been rescued by Kim Possible, the inventor of the naco (whose picture did not do him justice), my cousin Sheila (AKA Shego), aaaaannnnnd… Oh, that's Doctor Drakken, Sheila's boss," Heather observed, ticking off all her rescuers on her fingers. "Didn't recognize you, there, at first, Doc."
"Er… Pleased to make your acquaintance. So… You're orange. Does this mean that you, like many of your other family members, also got hit by that comet?" uttered Drakken, with some uncertainty.
"What, he forgot, already?" Heather asked Shego.
"I guess so, cuz," Shego replied. "And could you call me…"
"Shego, I know. Well, since they don't know," Heather said, indicating Ron and Kim, "I'll explain it again. Yes, I was there when the comet hit. It's my guess that when the radiation hit Hugh and me, it was becoming unstable." Ron blinked and nodded.
"So… your powers are different from everyone else's?" he observed.
"Yeah. Hugh gained some weird ability to read people's personality quirks, and I was accelerated," heather explained. "Hego, Mego, Wego, and Shego all have some nominal control over their powers, and are able to turn them on and off at will. Hugh and I weren't that lucky. Hugh's… soul-sight kicks in when he least expects it, and needless to say having that sort of information dumped into your head will make you a bit unstable. With me, every aspect of me was, somehow, accelerated except for my aging and growth."
Ron pondered this for a moment and frowned. "So… in the time it took us to have this conversation, it must have seemed like forever for me to even finish this sentence? Right? Jeez… That's harsh."
"No, Ronnie, it's not like that. I'm not permanently stuck on hyper speed. I just have an accelerated metabolism, perceptions, and reflexes. Also, when I concentrate, I can move really, really fast," Heather explained, then grinned. "So… Kim Possible's your girlfriend?"
"Oh yeah… We just owned up to our feelings a few months back," Ron explained. "School dance, the whole Harlequin Romance thing."
"Kim Possible's your GIRLFRIEND!" Shego asked, as Drew blinked in surprise at this new tidbit of information.
"Yeah… GIRLFRIEND. You make it sound like a bad thing… Which it's not," Kim said, smirking, as she slipped her arms around Ron's right arm, and pulled him close.
"I don't think it's a bad thing, Kimmie, but I think you surprised Shego and the Doc," Heather said with a grin. She then winked at Kim, and slipped into a sultry smirk. "Actually, if I had known earlier, I would have included you in my –uh- invitation to Ronnie, here." It was Kim's turn to blush as suddenly a curveball of a comment swerved to hit her in the face.
"I… You… Wha… Ow. Brain pain."
"I love doing that," Heather said with a very impish grin. Shego just leaned against the doorframe, chortling, and even Drakken facepalmed and chuckled.
"As much as I like to see Kim Possible in emotional turmoil, I think we should get back to the crisis at hand," he said, trying to be serious in the face of a very distressed cheerleader. "Namely arranging for passage out of this place. I've found that my old weapons stashes are not yet found, but the transports have all been scuttled in subtle fashions. Apparently Hugh liked to keep people thinking they could escape… then dashing their hopes."
"Yup, that's my psycho brother to a T," Heather said, getting up, and holding the frame, looking a bit woozy. "He hid the one communicator in that teenager bedroom. Worked like a charm, too, because nobody even looked in there. Anyway, who put the passwords on those drone programs? Because, even though it's unexpected, 'Shego is a hottie' is still a pretty easy password to decipher…"
Drakken's face turned a bright purple as he received glances from everyone in the room. "I… thought it… I mean… Yes, she is, but who would think that I would risk a plasma appendectomy by using it?"
"Once I found that initial theme, it was easy to get all the other passwords, too," Heather observed. "Whoever put them in obviously has a thing for my favorite cousin."
"Uh… Did I mention that they had to be easy to remember?" Drakken asked desperately.
"Because there were so many of them?" Heather queried, herself. "I have to admit, though, that whoever came up with them all got pretty darned creative. But… Just how much praise can you secretly shower upon one woman?"
"Why Doctor D! You DOG you!" Ron laughed, punching Drakken in the shoulder, as the blue man slapped a palm over his face. In the meantime, Shego was giving Drakken a very speculative look, as they entered Teenaged Wasteland. Had Hugh been on to something?
They looked around the room, obviously made up to look like a typical teenaged female's dwelling. Kim smirked, looking at Drakken, as she sat on the bed. Ron immediately reached for the Princess Phone, and fingered the dial.
"Man… haven't seen a rotary phone except in old movies!" he exclaimed. "Where did you get this stuff?"
"Garage sales… lots of garage sales," Drakken replied.
"Ta-dah!" Heather said, moving the canopy of the bed with a flourish, revealing the communicator. Kim quickly got up, and went to it.
Ron, not to be outdone, pretended to talk into the phone. "Oh, yes, Mabel.. It's, like, SUCH a drag. That Bonnie Rockwaller has totally monopolized the hot tub. It's a wonder we even had a chance at the sauna with that spa HOG." Heather chuckled, Drakken snickered, and even Shego looked amused. Kim simply sighed, as she worked the communicator.
With a smart bow, Ron hung up the phone, and them paused. "You know… What is that thing hooked up to, anyways?"
Drakken blinked and thought about it a moment. "Hmmph… I don't know."
"Now that's a scary thought," Heather snickered. "Almost as scary as the Doc, there, in a gold lamé Speedo."
"Oh come now!" Drakken sputtered. "That's getting rather personal, isn't it?"
"You don't remember that time I spent my vacation at your Caribbean lair, Doc?" Heather asked. "Shego invited me."
Drakken stared off into space, and then turning away knocked the knuckles of one hand against his forehead. "I… Damn… I think I'd remember an outfit as outlandish as a gold Speedo at the very least."
"I remember it because you traumatizes me by wearing it," Heather said with a sour look on her face. Shego, suddenly remembering the incident, shuddered.
"Gah! I'm glad I incinerated that thing," she muttered.
"I wish I could remember THAT! Because I don't remember you… Was this during the time I was experimenting with amnesia gas?" Drakken sputtered, rubbing his head.
"Possibly," Heather mused. "You acted pretty spacey, the whole time I was there."
"Well I'm sorry that not all of us were gifted with hotness just because of an accident," Doctor D said huffily. "Some of us just got a new skin tone and that's the end of it."
"Did he just say I was hot?" Heather asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Better you than me, cuz," Shego replied with a smirk.
"More like about the same. Because even before the comet, we looked a lot alike, even with differences in coloring."
"G. J. agents are waiting outside to pick us up," Kim said, turning off the communicator. "We'll need to disable the synthodrones so they can come in, and get Hugh."
A quick jaunt through the corridors brought them back to the control room. They went to the active terminal, and Drakken sighed.
"It would help if I had my notes," the cyan scientist muttered.
"Allow me," Heather said, as she sat down, and wiggled her fingers. "I had to do this, before, you know."
"You're a computer genius?" Kim asked.
"Nah, about average, but Doc writes easy-to-use programs. What I can do is type really, really fast," Heather said, as she proceeded to do just that. Her hands were an orange blur on the keyboard, and the various screens popped up, displaying the functions of the lair. In about ten seconds, the security system was shut down, the synthodrones disabled, and the main hangar doors were opened. When she was finished, the orange deejay turned to Kim, and gestured to the computer. "Now you know why I was kidnapped."
"Wow," Ron said, as G. J. agents entered the building.
The agents were efficient in their actions. Kim, Ron, Drakken, Shego, and Heather were taken outside to a transport, while Hugh was secured in separate quarters. The lair was permanently disabled, and the synthodrone generator was destroyed. Once all the details had been taken care of, the transport took off, and all were taken back to Global Justice headquarters.