On the Other side.
"Ron, common! This is not that bad!"
Kim Possible, world-renowned teen hero and superstar cheerleader, the girl who can do anything, was going up against her biggest challenge yet, taking her stubborn best friend turned boyfriend to get his senior vaccinations.
"Kim I don't need any shots! The Ron Stoppable shield of immunity extends across all fathoms of time and space protecting me from just about anything this planet can throw at me!" The freckle faced blonde stood triumphantly waving his hands before his face as if depicting some mystical force field hovering over it. Rufus, the teen's pet naked mole rat and best friend second only to Kim scurried from Ron's cargo pants pocket and up onto the males shoulder.
"Kim…immune!" the pink rodent chattered emulating his owners gestures comically from his shoulder perch.
Kim stopped short and spun around, her auburn hair dancing around her head as her hands dropped to her hips, a determined serious expression forming hard on her face. Her voice dripped with frustration. "Ron, you need to have your vaccinations up to date if you want to go to cheer camp this summer." She turned back and looked towards the tall medical complex, one of the few skyscraping buildings in their small hometown of Middleton. "I'm getting mine taken care of today so you might as well get yours over with too." She glanced over her shoulder back at Ron who could blatantly see her lower lip begin to quiver, a sure sign of Kim's trademark, boyfriend melting, puppy dog pout.
Ron's arms flew over his head in exasperation. "But Kim I'm practically invincible! I never get sick!" Rufus almost fell from his perch as Ron animated but the pink rodent somehow managed to hang on and was now standing on top of Ron's head.
Kim scowled hard at her boyfriend but chuckled under her breath. "Ron…never?" She waited watching him hard, knowing all too well his answer.
"Okay okay! Maybe there was once…maybe twice." He stopped and thought to himself for a moment. "How about nearly invulnerable?" Ron smiled goofily at the redhead standing before him; arms crossed waiting, but felt his chances slipping away.
Kim's scowl melted quickly into a sweet but knowing smile. "Common Mr. Invulnerable, a few little shots shouldn't bother you at all now will they?" She batted her eyes and grinned mischievously as she moved closer to her hesitant companion and slipped her hand into his. "Would you rather I go to cheer camp alone?" her voice withdrew to a suggestive whisper, "It is our last chance to go, you know, camp, away from our parents, plenty of alone time. " her emerald eyes continued watching him intently.
"Alone time?" Ron stammered and swallowed dryly, "Heh. Sounds…like fun." He grew quiet for a moment but suddenly a thought struck him, "But Kim! What if we end up at camp Wanna Weep again!"
Ron watched his girlfriend grin suggestively as she reached up and flipped her hair behind her. "Aww, no fair!" Ron crossed his arms and scowled in frustration. "You know my two weaknesses will always be the puppy dog pout and the hair flippy! You're not playing fair!" The males faced contorted pathetically as his will crumbled.
"Its ok, I mean if you can't handle the shots, and can't go, I'm sure there's some nice mascot that could keep me company. Of course I'd really rather have my Mad Dogg." Kim changed tactics and stepped away, her face set in a false indifference. She could almost hear Ron squirm internally behind her.
"No no! Mad Dogg will be there!" Kim suddenly found herself being pulled zealously through the front doors of the complex.
Kim giggled and threaded her arm through Ron's, "I knew you'd see it my way. It'll be no big Ronnie. A short trip to the fourteenth floor and it will be all over." She grinned and dashed off ahead of him playfully.
Instantly mesmerized by the swishing of the red mane running ahead of him it took a moment to hit him. "Aww man! She played me! KIM!"
She grinned back at him knowingly, "Race you up the stairs!" With that she skipped through the stair well doorway and up the first flight.
"Aww man!" The freckles on his face seemed to droop as Ron trotted into the stair well after her. "Couldn't we just use the elevator?" His question was answered by the echoing hollow footsteps clambering on the stairs above him. "I'll take that as a no." he groaned and dashed up the stairs after his girlfriend.
On the Flip Side – Ventilation ShaftTwo blue eyes blinked as they stared down into the glowing control room. Batting back and forth they surveyed the situation below then turned back towards the darkness.
"Shego I don't like this. Some things not right." Drew rubbed his scarred face with the back of his hand and watched his partner quietly. He struggled to whisper as their metal surrounding would surely echo loudly revealing their position.
A light green
complexion poked out from behind a thick curtain of deep black
darkness. The worry on her face matched the sound of her voice as she
too tried to quiet herself.
"I know Drew. I'm not sure what we
can do. They ARE here according to our read outs but the room down
there is empty. We can't see hide nor hair of them!
The male brushed his hand through his short dark hair. "Should we just chance it and go down there?" Drew shifted his weight as his supporting hand had begun to tingle from lack of blood flow. I mean maybe they're just left some equipment behind or something?"
"I don't know what to make of it Drew." Shego shifted closer to the edge of the grate and peered down into the seemingly empty room. Her eyes shifted searching for any sign of movement, a clue, something, anything. Nothing. The room echoed with silence, its controls and monitors glowing coolly just barely cutting the darkness. Two green gloves clenched in frustration as their owner grimaced. "This has trap written all over it! Argh! Why are we always a step behind?" She turned back to her partner exasperated.
Drew looked at her with soft concern and reached out placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's going to be ok Shego. Look, I'll run another scan and then we'll slip down there real quiet and look for clues. As long as we stay frosty it'll be okay."
A painful wince crept onto her face as she knelt there poised over the grate looking down into the unknown. Thoughts of all the past defeats, pain and suffering, everything they'd been through at the hands of Ron and Kim rolled through her head. Her body tensed and ached at the same time, the dread of defeat taking its toll on her mind. Kim Possible, oh how she hated that name, and everything that came with it, the pain heaped on Drew, her city, her friends and her very own family. Then her thoughts turned to Drew, Drew, her hands clenched onto the edge of grate, glowing slightly a pale green aura. Drew doesn't deserve this. We don't deserve this.
Shego could feel the metal grate crumpling in her fists but she didn't care, her thoughts began pouring from her head in still quiet words as if she were alone. "Why can't I just live a normal life? Why can't I have a job, a family, have love and happiness. I'm all but twenty four, he's almost thirty. Why do I have to fight these freaks? Why do they do this to me, to us?"
The blue skinned male shifted again now feeling rather conscious of him self. "Shego."
His voice was gentle as he sat there in bewilderment. His partner and confidant was losing it before his very eyes, the question dangling in front of his brain though was whether this was for the last time, or maybe she was just stressing out again. He watched wide eyed as his green skinned friend's lithe form writhed in anger, her wrists twisting, ripping the grate from the opening in the ventilation shaft. Nope, not losing it, she's just pissed… again. Her trembling grew worse so violently that Drew moved back in fear. Suddenly she exploded, her fists igniting furiously with brilliant green plasma burning with deadly intensity.
"I'M GOING TO STOP THOSE FREAKS IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!".
"SHEGO! NO WAIT!" His equipment clanked against the tin wall as he shot forward to grab the green blur but he was too late. She lunged through the opening with blind determination and dropped down onto a counter below. Two boots hit the table with a loud CLAT as the green figure snapped into cat-like fighter's stance. She flung her hands out wide causing the air to ripple with heat from the green glow. Silence. Shego stood there breathing heavily, a silent but rhythmic grunt. It was eerie, the commotion from her sudden outburst followed by Drew's late attempt at stopping her gone. The air had gone from boisterous to eerily silent in seconds, the sound of her breathing almost deafening in comparison. Her eyes darted rapidly searching for confrontation but found nothing setting her even further on edge in anticipation.
Drew hung at the edge of the air duct waiting for the worst. He bit his lip; the sudden quiet set him on edge also, his heart beat almost audibly, he breathed deep holding it involuntarily. Nothing happened. Slowly he exhaled almost simultaneously with the glowing female form below him. It took another minute to settle his mind further before he spun around and began to lower his feet out of the opening in the shaft.
WHACK! A black clad blur trailed by fiery red landed an almost bone shattering flying kick, her boot planting squarely in the small of Shego's back. "Not today Greenie!" A snarky voice trailed the black form as she sprung from her mid kick and somersaulted backwards off of her target away from the counter.
The green plasma snuffed itself from her hands as Shego's world spun in slow motion. Her pupils tightened as a tremendous pain shot from her backside when a heavy form connected with her body slowly pushing it forward. Suddenly her whole world accelerated as the weight forced itself in the opposite direction sending her bodily careening across the room.
Kim landed soundly below Drew, her hair fluttering to her back as she looked up and watched him trying desperately to lower himself from the opening in the ceiling. She grinned and stepped up a little closer, the man's feet just inches from her grasp, kicking and reaching with uncertainty.
"Look Ron, looks like the pixie scout rejects came to save the day again." She grinned nastily as she taunted. Drew went still as he felt heard her voice. "What's wrong Drewbie? Don't like playing rough?" Kim reached up and clamped a hand around one of his ankles with an iron grip. Drew gulped then felt the metal's edge rip from his grasp as the red head forcibly threw him from mid air across the room. The thin male slammed against a control panel forcing a sickening groan from his lungs rivaled only by the grotesque crunch of him falling to the floor. Kim stood there, arms folded, watching the two slowly gather themselves. Both heroes groaned in pain as they scrambled to get back up on their feet, Shego wrapped an arm under Drew supporting him as they stood almost in unison.
She coughed and held in a grunt. "Cheap shot Kim."
"Oh spare me!" Kim flung a limp hand in their direction. "Are you two losers so pathetic as to think we didn't know where you were! We knew exactly where you were hiding." She shifted her weight forcing a different contour into the smooth lines of her body suit.
"You two are so lame. Oh look, its team green and blue the cirrus clown troop!"
Kim's green eyes danced as she spouted at them; she paused to develop her next snide remark but bristled as she felt Ron step from the shadows behind her. He reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder silencing her. "That's enough. What have we talked about?" Ron's voice was low and monotone, he eyes focused on Shego and Drew emitting an almost icy stare at them.
"But!" The red head's voice curled to the verge of a pout but stopped short.
"Ranting and gloating is what causes one to loose sight of the goal." He pulled Kim back gently leading her to the side as he stepped past her and pulled a small device from his body harness and stretched out his arm towards his adversaries. Brown eyes pierced the two figures standing before him with cold hatred. They both straightened suddenly, holding fresh wounds as they tried to regain control of the situation but could only muster a sad uncertain look of disgust. Ron looked out over the device in his hand, a thumb now resting on a large button at its center. "You've been pests for too long. Goodbye!"
His thumb pressed the button down firmly echoing an audible CLICK through out the entire room.
HAHA! How's that for a cliffhanger! Maybe I'll get the hang of leaving people hanging yet! I hope the chapter is not too confusing. If you feel lost in the middle no worries next chapter should explain what you maybe missing. I'm sure most of you understand what's going on and maybe even can guess the next turn of events. I promise you though, you'll never completely guess what's in store for our heroes. I'm proofing this alone, no beta, so if you see any inconsistencies with Shego and Drew's ages please let me know. I peg her at 24-26 and him at 30-35. Not consistent with the show I know, but hey, this IS the flip side, where anything is possible. Hehe! PLEASE R&R. Thanks!