Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. Since this story is set twenty three years later, all the characters under twenty-five years of age are mine.
Flo managed to get an empty box from storage and clean out her desk. After she left headquarters, apparently for the last time, she sat down and cried without reservation. She didn't want to go home just yet. She could go to her parents, but they were away on a European cruise just then. Thinking long term she didn't know where to go.
Nothing held her in Middleton now, except Don. But she had no idea how he would feel now. They had been dating less than a week. She didn't want to move in with her folks. There seemed to be only one place to go. Well, maybe two, but there was no way she was going back there.
Flo wanted to call Don, but his school day wasn't over yet. She shouldn't interrupt that. She also didn't have a mobile phone. She had to leave her GJ communicator behind.
Flo went home and dropped her box of desk items on her kitchen table. She then went back out to buy a mobile phone.
Bopper adjusted the controls slightly on the large machine. "Almost there."
"Ooooh," Drakken danced and clapped childishly. "Hurry."
The huge tank was full of various gases, obscuring the mixing and gelling process within.
"Got it!"
The gases were pumped out and the figure slowly became visible. She seemed about sixteen. She was shapely and athletic. She was dressed in a green crop top and tan cargo pants. She surveyed her new world with green eyes. Her pretty face showed a mix of confusion and disdain. Her mint-green hair flipped about as she moved.
"Beautiful!"
"Keep the eyes in the sockets, Drak."
"But what to call her?" Drakken rubbed his chin.
"Mary's a nice name."
"Be serious, Ondrya," Drakken scowled.
"Theresa?"
"Ah!" Drakken raised a finger triumphantly. "Bopper, meet Keego number one!"
Bopper wasn't impressed, "Gag me."
As if in response, Keego punched the Plexiglas holding her in. disappointed when it didn't give, she pulled back to try again with her hand glowing green this time.
Bopper opened the tank before Keego could finish the second attack.
"Hello, Keego." Drakken stepped up to her, "I'm your Daddy."
She stuck her tongue out at him.
Drakken turned to Bopper, "She doesn't talk much."
"I didn't want her to, like, go all rebel on us, so I slipped in a touch of somebody else to, like, dumb her down."
"Who?" Drakken was curious.
Bopper looked away a second, "You don't want to know."
Ron sat in Kim's office, holding his distraught wife closely.
The door was locked.
Ron stroked Kim's soft, red hair while she cried into his chest.
"We will be all right, KP."
"How?"
"I don't know yet."
"Ron, what have I done?"
"What do you mean?"
"We've lost our best agent." Kim's voice rose in frustration, "I may have endangered our children, Ron!"
Ron tenderly made a shushing sound, "The kids are fine. They may not be in any danger."
"What if they are?"
"We'll handle it."
Anne was walking toward her fifth period class when she found herself by Ken's locker again. It happened right here in this hall. Anne saddened at the memory.
"Uh. Hi, Anne," Ken said from his locker.
"Hi, Ken," Anne sounded tired.
"You, uh, feeling better?" He said shakily.
"Yeah," she admitted. "Have you been to see Cindy yet?"
Ken was taken aback, "No. Why?"
Anne stared at him a second, "Never mind." Anne kept walking.
"Hey, what are you doing tomorrow night?"
"Taking care of a sick friend." You idiot.
Don left his Math class just as the bell rang. He was glad to be rid of algebraic fractions, at least for the rest of the day. He knew that Flo was due at work today. He decided to take a moment between classes to call her. He knew that by now, she would officially be either back at work, or actually suspended. Which would be only be different from the last two days by the fact that she knew about it.
Leaning against the wall to allow an acne-faced kid to push his equipment cart past him as he pulled out his handheld. He then realized the kid with the cart looked familiar. "Hey."
The audio-visual club member turned his head.
"Thanks for helping with that sitch in the hall the other day," said Don.
"No problem," he smiled and continued his delivery.
Don signaled Flo's communicator while trying to decide upon the most encouraging words for her if the news was bad. He waited so long for a response; he began to fear he would be late for his next class.
Finally, a familiar voice said, "Hello?" but it wasn't Flo's voice.
"Did I call dispatch by mistake?"
"No, Don. This is Dora."
"Where's Flo?"
Dora hummed nervously a moment, "She's not here, Don."
"This is her communicator."
"It was."
"'Was?'" Don repeated.
"Don, she left the agency this morning. I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, Dora," Don said more forcefully than he wanted. He knew exactly who to blame. "Bye," he hung up.
Don then called Flo's home phone. He decided that he could skip English Literature class, since he currently had a 'B' in the course. There was no answer.
May as well blow the rest of the day.
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Remember: "Kigo" is a Kim/Shego romance.
"Keego" is a Kim-Shego clone.
Don't mix them up!