Finally another installment of The Flip Side, due to overwhelming reader cries some Shego and Drakk…er, you'll see, just read. Enjoy! And please R&R. Feedback helps the creative juices. Thanks!

The Rooftop

Two figures huddled at the edge of the building watching silently. This was not the first time they had found themselves quietly hovering over a dangerous situation, no this was a normal occurrence, at this point a little too normal.

"Drew, what's the situation?" A lithe form stood looking over a young mans shoulder, her long raven hair draping across her back like a curtain. The meek male form turned as she stepped back and straightened herself. He was rather thin, not especially strong physically, as his frame revealed, and slightly withdrawn, a stark contrast to the dark haired girl. The young mans light blue skin tone looked icy under the moonlight. She held her shoulders some where between confident and scared as her companion's sad eyes poured over the hand held device in his hands.

"They're in there alright Shego." He looked up at her with those saddened eyes one of which sported a rather fresh gash, a distinct souvenir from tier latest scuffle. The few ragged stitches did their job but obviously would leave the young mans otherwise handsome face scarred.

She could see the pain in his face, his eye twitching just above the stitching. She sighed desperately, it had been the best she could do. That madman had barred them from almost all medical facilities during the coup. When the vixen had slashed at his face they had no idea were help would be available, everyone who could feared for their own safety. Not that she could blame them; she just wished she could have gotten her pale friend better treatment. Instead she was forced to hand stitch his check herself.

She looked down at him sadly. "I'm sorry Drew; I wish it wasn't this way."

His face hardened underneath his messy spiked hair. "Forget that noise." He looked back at his hand held. "You did your best and these are desperate times. What's our next move? They're up to something, I just know it."

"We need to get in there and try to stop them" her dark green pupils stabbed at the ground. "Not that it really matters, what can we do?"

Drew spun around and grabbed her shoulders, his eyes locking with hers. His pale blue skin burned a slightly brighter hue. "I don't want to here things like that. Remember what you said."

Shego's own skin had betrayed her; the usual green tint had been replaced by a sharp pink. Her tech guru turned partner wasn't usually this zealous, she looked at him unable to say a word.

"We have got to do this, you said so yourself" his voice shook with earnestness. "You said that you had to use your powers for good. That they were a gift, a responsibility." He shook her forcibly. "I haven't been wasting my time helping you for nothing. We must keep trying"

Dark thin lines traced down her face as the tears trickled out slowly, without thought, her hands blazed to life, green plasma dancing around her fingers. The flames seemed to writhe with furry unlike her face: her face just remained sad, her mouth expressionless. She couldn't help it, she had no control over it. Her power just snapped on as if it had a mind of its own, mostly when she needed it, during battle and times of distress. Now, it had come to comfort her.

"Drew I don't know if I can do it. They've won; no one will help us fight. We've been barred from so many places, it's only a matter of time before we labeled as fugitives. The entire world is scared of him; they'll do as he asks." The tears flowed harder now as her voice began to sob.

"Look." The pale male snapped harshly. He continued as his hand held flickered illuminating his face. "You can give up if you want but I'm going, super powers or not." With that he stowed the hand held and began adjusting what little equipment he had left with him. Lowering his goggles he turned to look at her again and slipped on his gloves.

Her eyes had cleared suddenly as she turned and smiled at him brightly. "Thank you Drew. You have always been my strength."

"Think nothing of it. You ready to do this?" He looked at her quietly as he offered her his hand.

"Yeah." she reached out and gently took his hand "let's go get em," she chuckled and sniffed one last sniffle," or yah know, die trying."

He sighed as he felt her hand grab his "Yeah something like that."

Back inside...

"Well, well, twelfth floor. This was too easy, why in the world did he send me in first." Kim's face remained expressionless as she danced playfully down the last few steps onto the twelfth floor landing. Her forehead shivered as she pressed her face to the door allowing her to glance down the hallway.

Finally a guard! This has been so freaking boring I think I could scream. Peering out the tiny square window a moment longer her hand wandered downward reaching for the door knob; four thin fingers and a thumb wrapped around the brass sphere and tensed to open the door. Kim stifled a curse as she started and threw a hand to her ear.

"Kimberly. I'm in position." Red hair fluttered as she sneered with annoyance as Ron's voice pierced the silence; it wasn't long though before her lips sneer had melted to a girlish smile. She almost cooed at his voice as she cut off his senseless ranting.

Kim relaxed as she traipsed away from the doorway, the urgency of her mission seemingly forgotten at his voice. "Good for you. I'm still cleaning up." A stray finger broke loose from her ear piece and began twirling a stray lock of hair.

"Still! What have you been doing all this time? What IS your position! Ron's voice was irritated as the communication link blinked in and out.

Kim smirked as she depressed the button on her ear piece, "Don't loose your pants Ronnie, I'll be below you shortly," she hesitated, mischievously pausing in thought, and then continued, "I always do like it when you're on top of things." She chuckled and pulled her fingers from her auburn hair as Ron's shrill voice grated.

"Woman! Must you always..." Kim disconnected him before his words could make it across the com link.

'Oh put a sock in it" Kim snarled to an empty room as she threw her hair out back behind her. Show time. Quickly refocusing her attention, Kim looked herself over and confidently walked through the door and out into hallway directly in sight of the half sleeping guard. She paused in the center of the hall, her body relaxed allowing her hips to accent her sharply curves. She smiled evilly her eyes glistening as they fell on the guards face. The man was dozing lightly but awoke with a start as he felt her eyes watching him. He reached for his weapons holster, "Who goes there?"

He was definitely a run of the mill rent a cop, probably in his mid 40s, slightly overweight, hair thinning and obviously disinterested in his duties. Kim chuckled to her self as his voice stuttered as he spoke. Obviously nothing worth guarding on this floor.

Slowly she walked his way, her movements deliberately slow instilling a false ease in the middle aged man. The guard's eyes followed her every move as her hips worked their magic. Her words dripped out as she spoke softly invoking even more ignorance from the male until his alarm was replaced with mirth.

"I'm sorry; I think I lost my way in this awfully big building." Kim looked into the man's eyes, her own almost hypnotically soft and innocent.

The guard chuckled to himself. "Oh that's alright sweetheart, where are you headed?"

"Well I was hoping to find the lady's room so I could freshen up/" Kim glanced up at him her eyes softly engraining themselves in his mind. Reaching up to her neck line, her hand found a small black zipper and pulled it downward a few inches revealing a bit of her cleavage suggestively.

The guard swallowed hard, his face turning a darker shade of pink as he fidgeted in place. He shifted nervously at the suggestive gesture coming from the obviously much younger woman but feigned confidence as he replied. "Not…a…problem, little lady. It's just down this hallway." As he spoke he turned sharply obviously trying to avoid the red heads stare but that was all he had time for. A rigid hand buried itself into the base of the man's neck, his pupils suddenly snapping tight as the blow registered in his brain. Kim barley side stepped out of the way as the body crumpled to the floor.

"Sweet dreams tubby." She chuckled softly as she stepped over the limp guard and sauntered to the elevator. Flipping her hair back she reached for the ear peace and looked back at the lifeless guard.

"Hey, this place is practically deserted. I hope you didn't drag me along for nothing." Her voice came hissing from Ron's ear.

"Don't let your guard down. The thirteenth floor is the hub of this building and is heavily guarded. The rest of the floors are elaborate fronts." Ron's voice echoed through the darkness as he hung suspended in the elevator shaft. The metallic echo was unsettling in the black darkness.

"Worried about my well being?" she paused then continued, "Well I know you're not interested in me, so I guess you just want my body. You perv." She chuckled as she taunted him.

"KIMBERLY!" The male form swung wildly on the cable as exasperation sent his arms flailing.

"Whatever Ronnie, you can't hide forever. Just open this tin can already."

The hissing static fell silent as the last echoes of her digital voice waned. Ron grumbled as he reached for his wrist watch and depressed two buttons with his fore finger and thumb. Peering down into the shafts darkness he listened quietly; the faint click and whir of an electric motor confirmed his actions as the elevator's doors opened and footsteps entered below. As he continued to lower himself towards the lift a square hatch popped open allowing light to spill into the darkness. His brown eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden illumination causing the blonde to panic; he wretched on his line to slow his decent his body lunging at the braking action. His mind settled finally allowing his bodies senses to recollect; his mind's eye blinked; something was touching him. Swimming mid air Ron's head turned violently until his eyes separated red hair from the black darkness; there before him stood Kim, her face just inches away from his own.

"Hi, Ronnie!" She giggled coolly at him and squeezed a handful of the blonde's bottom playfully.

"KIMBERLY!" Ron hissed; drawing his arm back he swung wildly at her. Although the swing was well aimed she was completely ready for it and ducked gracefully out of the way. The swing's momentum sent his body to spinning wildly on the cable as his fist blistered the empty air where Kim had been a second before. She popped back up from her crouch and lashed out her arm, a single finger expertly aimed at her companions harness pressed in the clasp and released Ron from its hold dropping him to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

13th Floor

"Wanna grab a bite after our shift ends?" A brutish looking man dressed in gray shifted his weight. He had been standing there almost for five hours and the monotony was getting to him. Sighing he took off his helmet and ran his fingers through sweaty thinning hair trying to relieve the stress of his
work day.

"Yeah." Another guard looked at his watch, "It's late but we can grab something at a 24hr dinner." Suddenly the two bolted back to attention as the elevator chimed its arrival. Slowly the doors slid open instantly setting both guards on edge. The men peered oddly into the black darkness that had taken the space where the lift should have been in the elevator shaft. They blinked again even more confused as a teenage boy stepped out of the darkness. Ron's face was distinctly calm and indifferent as his eyes grazed over the two. The guards grabbed their night sticks from their holsters just as a thin red head stepped out of the darkness and leaned against the blonde, her arm daintily draped over his shoulder. She grinned mischievously at the two befuddled guards.

"Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you." Kim batted her eyes at the two men almost innocently.

"Halt. You don't have clearance to enter this area! Identify yourselves." The shorter of the two guards called out sternly.

Ron's eyes never changed, he just stared with a mixture of defiance and indifference. "We don't need clearance and you don't need our names." Without blinking he nodded at Kim; she smirked gleefully and stepped out towards the guards then spread her feet and fists to a ready stance.

The guard on the right looked to his partner then nervously back at the two teenagers. "Should we call for backup?"

"Nah, just some kids, we got em." They both bolted, the shorter of the two moving a little more quickly as he lashed out first, his black baton streaked towards a mane of red hair but was stopped short inches from her head. The man's eyes widened as the pain shooting from his diaphragm danced across his face. Kim smirked up at her victim and pushed her elbow deeper into his mid section forcing a loud groan of agony to escape from his lips. Smoothly she shifted forward, her hands trailing down his still out stretched arm allowing them to clamp onto the sides of his wrist. The lithe female frame moved with swift grace, swinging away from the staggering man, her attackers wrist twisted and popped loudly as she did, forcing the baton to gingerly drop from his grasp. Kim spun around and smiled at the still gaping guard, tapping the night stick against her leather wrapped hip she gently held her lip between
her teeth, the corner of her mouth smirking along with her emerald eyes. The slower guard had stopped short and now stood staring in disbelief at the red head and her blonde companion. Shaking now he reached for the radio on his arm but was cut short while trying to stammer out his cry for help.

"No no." Kim mocked as she pounced forward jabbing the nightstick into the blithering mans shoulder. The radio smashed against the blow and crumbled to the ground as the guard snapped his hand back just barely escaping damage. He had begun to retreat but much to his horror had no time, Kim leapt from the floor, her entire body whirling as her roundhouse connected and sent the male flying. The guard crumpled to the ground as she landed back on her feet, her eyes cast down at the bodies strewn before them. Turning back to Ron, she tossed the club over her shoulder and crossed her arms.

"I hope that wasn't it." Red hair flipped as she pulled it from her face and looked coolly at Ron.

"Must you be so the drama?" Ron's voice dripped sarcastically as he stepped over the crumpled bodies and continued down the corridor.

"So NOT the drama," Kim quipped defensively and smirked. "I'd rather call it passionate." She continued following him until they came to another security gate. The reflection on the stainless door mirrored the two teenagers as the blonde reached for his wrist watch pulling a retractable cable from its face. Ron's eyes focused on his wrist as he plugged the thin wire into the doors security panel and depressed the sides of the watch face, glancing at Kim, he looked her in the eye. "Twenty five agents on the other side of this door, I'll be in the control room setting up while you take care of them. Have fun."

Kim too had focused, but not on the door, her unrelenting stare was locked to Ron's face. Something she rarely saw danced in those chocolate eyes as he spoke his final words. Her mind swam as she contemplated it unable to place the thoughts or emotions that seemed to radiate from his eyes. She opened her mouth to say something but lost the chance as the door slid open and her male companion dashed into and through the horde of startled personnel. Her body tensed as she prepared to dive into battle but her mind was still turning over the message from Ron's face. Maybe…he does care. Heck he sure doesn't act like it, but he…he was worried about me?

To be continued….

OK so not quite the cliff hanger I was hoping for but still it's moving along. Next time, more between Kim and Ron, Shego & Drew's arrival and more between…Kim and Ron? You'll see. Hope you're still enjoying this so far. Next chapter will probably come after I get another chapter in for So the Normal. We'll hafta see what inspiration brings.