By S-Chrome
Disclaimer: No disclaimer. Because I control it all. Well... Not really.
"Hi, Dr. Phillis!"
"Dr. Phillis, you've changed our lives!"
"Yo, Doc Phillis. You're the best p-sychiatrist in the world! Seriously!"
Anyone who might have been anyone knew who Doctor Barbara Phillis, or Dr. Phillis for short, was. She was one of the best, thorough, and gifted psychiatrists in the nation. If there was any problem to be solved in the world of psychiatry, it was counted on that this talented young woman would solve it.
Plus she had her own spankin' television show, which automatically meant she was good.
The lovely thirtysomething woman exchanged grettings with her secretary as she unlocked the entrance of her office. She closed the door and took a look of her spacious office, than at her desk, followed by the swivel chair.
That's funny... She had left the chair facing the door. For some reason, it was now facing the large window. It couldn't possibly be an intruder, could it? The psychiatrist quickly became suspicious. Grabbing a handy weapon, which actually was a large teddy bear, no less, the dark-haired woman snuck up from behind amd gave the chair a quick whirl.
No one was in the chair. But before the relieved doctor could catch her breath, she felt a faint tap of her shoulder.
"Looking for me, doc?"
Before the surprised doc could turn around, she was met with a quick, hard thrust about the neck. The psychiatrist went down to the carpeted floor in a heap.
'Boy, that was easy.'
The attacker dragged the unconscious doctor into the closet. After doing that, a cellphone from the pocket of attacker rang.
The number was 372-5536.
Stealthy, isn't it?
"Is the job done?"
"No, Doctor D. The mission failed. I think it's time to go back to the drawing board!", The attacker said snidely.
"Ohhh, you're sarcasm completes me! Anyway, until I tell you different, you be a niiice little psychiatrist over there."
"What? There's gotta be more to this than..."
"Tata, Shego."
Click.
It was incredible the rouses that people would go through just to get some extra bucks.
Steal a top secret weapon? No problem. Battle teen heroes for what seemed to be like, every day? Fine. But this was certainly ridiculous. Pose as a world-reknowned psychiatrist? Why? To what end? Those questions began to swirtl around through the mind of a now disguised Shego. Whenever this mission was complete, the greed clad young woman was going to give Drew a piece of her...
(Ring)
"Dr. Phillis?" A voice cracked into the speakerphone. "One of your regulars are here."
Oh joy, a regular. In less than three minutes, some loser would mosey into the office and start yakking about his love problems... Or his money problems... Or his length problems...
"Send him in," The disguised henchwoman said, uttering a sigh.
Shego had passed the time by filing her nails. At least she would be bored into a premature death without Drakken ranting and raving about the next master plan. That, at least, counted for something. Just as she was about to close her eyes, the door opened and lookie at who it was.
The sidekick.
Things just got a lot better, or a lot worse.
The blond took a seat on the comfortable chair beside her and laid back, his hands resting upon his chest.
"Hi, Dr. Phillis," He said solemnly.
"Hello... Uh... Uh...," In fact, Shego forgot what the heck his name was.
"Uh, Ron. Ron Stoppable," The blond answered.
"Yes, Yes, Ron. What seems to be the problem today?" She asked, trying to be as professional as she possibly could.
"It's my best friend, Kim. She's been avoiding me lately, and I don't know what's wrong," The blond said with an air of sadness in his voice. This made the ears of the impostor perk up a bit. She honestly didn't care about the relationship between Little Miss Kimmie and... Ron. Though, she had her suspicions. But, if there was trouble in paradise... What's a little bit of divide and conquer, eh?
Eh?
"Really, Ron? Care to tell me what's happened in the past month or so?" Shego asked, with a forced look of concern.
"Sure, Doctor P. Well, it sorta began when..."
(Flaaaaashback) - Because the sins of the past must always be remembered... and whatnot.
"So..." Ron said with a grin appearing on his face. "What would you say if he was here right now?" He asked with that mischievous grin on his face.
Kim returned the grin with one of her own. "It's not what I would say." She replied. "It's what I would do." She said, grinning even more.
As daring as Ron could get, the blond took one step toward Kim, almost in her face. With that grin still on his face, he asked the ultimate question.
"And what would that be?" Ron asked. Kim took a half-step toward him to answer.
"Let me show you." Kim answered.
After Ron described this incident, the disguised henchwoman's face took a look of surprise. Her suspicions were right! I mean, why the hell else would Kimmie drag this buffoon with her everywhere she goes? As she continued her critical thinking, Ron continued.
"K-K-K-Kim." He stammered. "I... I think I know who this guy is." He said, stumbling over his words.
Kim's grin grew into a brilliant smile.
"And who is it?" She asked playfully.
Ron was never sure about a lot of things. But what he was going to say may have been the most sure thing he had ever came up with.
"It's Brick Flagg, isn't it?"
Ok... Maybe not.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?", The pale beauty exclaimed, nearly blowing her cover. When the buffoon gave her a confused look, she gathered that she made a sliiiight mistake. "Er, I mean, interesting choice of words, Ron. Has there been a history of things like this happening between yourself and Kimmie?"
Ron raised an eyebrow.
"Er, Kimberly." She said, correcting the obvious gaffe.
"Well," Ron began, scratching the side of his head. "I guess so."
Peanut Butter, Jelly Time... Er... I mean, Flashback time.
"Look who's under the mistletoe," A cheerful Drakken teased as teen hero and faithful stooge... er, sidekick were caught underneath the holiday plant... or flower... or...
Ron honestly tried to explain what it really was. He really did! But before he even knew what happened, he felt a warm pair of lips brush against his cheek. Did Kim just kiss him? Did it just feel... good? Did it feel weird? Did someone take a picture of this for all of the internet to see? Did Drakken know something he didn't?
Shego had remembered that... Tender moment.
"Hah... They couldn't paint the blush off of your face, sidekick," She said, cracking up.
Ron raised another eyebrow.
"Er... I mean, is there anything else?"
"Um... Yeah, there is."
(Three flashbacks - One chapter. The writer is getting desperate.)
"Uh, what I meant to say was, thanks, Ron," The redhead said warmly. For a change of pace, Ron actually was successful in bringing down Drakken & Shego's latest scheme. With unfamiliar modesty, the blond thought nothing of it.
"As you say, K.P. 'No big,'" He replied.
"No way, Ron. Very big. Especially after...," Kim tried to explain for him, but was cut in by her sidekick.
"Think nothing of it, K.P. Even if I was ticked at you for calling me chubby, and I told you that you were a clumsy, goofy-looking worm, I'd think you still save me from fire breathing mosquitoes who were about to..."
Ron was silenced by Kim, who just about tackle hugged him. The blond fell backwards, landing on the hardwood floor of the gymnasium, and Kim was right there with him. Strange thing was, Kim was still hugging him, despite the fact that she was awkwardly on top of him.
When she finally decided to break the embrace, the redhead began to stare in his eyes, her green eyes just about shining into his his.
"Ron Stoppable, you're the best," she said dreamily before briefly kissing his cheek. With a brush of her hand onto his cheek, and a quick "later," she leapt off of him and paced out of the gym. The blond was shellshocked. He was stunned.
In fact, what just happened?
End of Chapter 2
And the end of three consecutive iflashbacks!
What is the imposing imposter going to do with this declassified, classfied, confidential information? Why is Ron so dense? And will you continue to care? Find out in Chapter 3!
S-Chrome