Tonight had been a BLAST. Kim and Monique had gone shopping, had picked up a few cute little things from "Club Banana" (with Mo's employee discount, natch), enjoyed a nice dinner at someplace other than "Bueno Nacho," and were now clubbing away at one of the many nightspots that Monique was privy to. Kim hadn't felt this much like a normal teenager in some time. She was sitting at a table in one of Loweron's hotter (in more ways than one – "it's sweltering in here," Kim thought) clubs, nursing a soda, when Monique came up and sat down to catch her breath. She had been boogieing with nearly every available male in the club. Kim enjoyed dancing, but felt funny about "getting down" with anyone but Ron. She felt she was leading them on, even though she really wasn't trying to.
Monique had brought along a new acquaintance she wanted to introduce to Kim. "Hey Kim – meet Kellie!"
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Tonight had been a BLAST! Lowerton was a dump, but damned if it didn't have the best nightspots in the Tri-city area. Lots of Upperton rich kids, who wanted a little taste of danger, frequented the clubs, including a few really hot hunks. One even gave her a rose. Pathetic. For the most part, though, they certainly knew how to get down, and if one (or two, maybe) got lucky and not too drunk, they might have a chance to get it up with her later.
Shego wore her blond disguise again and was wearing one of the outfits she had purchased earlier today. She was dancing away with some hottie trust-fund baby when she noticed an adorable girl with waist length curly black hair dancing next to her. Shego recognized gabby from "Club Banana,"
Monique greeted her heartily. "Hey, girlfriend! Looking good tonight! Nice outfit!"
"Thanks!" Shego shouted above the din. "You have nice taste!" It never hurt to be friendly now and then.
"I'm Monique! It's nice to see you!" Monique shouted back.
"Kellie! You too!"
The music paused briefly. "Wanna take a break and get a drink?" Monique shouted, then realized everyone around could hear her.
Shego considered a moment. Her partner was more than a little wasted. He looked at her hungrily. She decided to play hard to get. "Sounds good to me. Later, babe!" Shego smiled evilly as she walked off with Monique. The music started up again, drowning out the curses of her rejected "date."
"There's someone I want you too meet! You'll LOVE her" said Monique as she led "Kellie" to the table.
"Oh, shit,ohshit,ohshitohshitohshitohshit!" thought Shego when she saw who was sitting there. Sometimes, it hurt to be friendly now and then. A lot.
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"Hey Kim – meet Kellie!"said Monique.
"I'm Kim Possible," Kim announced, "It's very nice to meet you, Kellie!" Kim extended her hand. Shego fought mightily the urge to fire up and fry Kimmie's hand off right there.
"Kellie. Kellie Negra," said Shego. "WOW !" she giggled, "Kim POSSIBLE! I've heard SO much about you!" She managed to keep her innate sarcasm mostly in check.
"Thanks,... no big..." Kim blushed, "You seem kinda familiar to me. Have we met before?"
"Never! I would've remembered something BIG like that!" Shego lied. Beads of sweat were forming under her wig, and not from her exertions on the dance floor. "My life is pretty boring compared to yours..."
Beep beep BE deep
"Excuse me, " Kim said. It must be around midnight. She answered the Kimmunicator and expected to see Ron's freckled face. Instead, it was Wade, alert and apprehensive for this time of night. "What's the sitch, Wade?"
"Kim! I've got an emergency message for you. Global Justice. Hold on!" Wade's image was replaced by that of...Agent Will Du?
"Miss Possible. I apologize for the late hour, but your presence is required at Headquarters," he said, stiffly. Kim opened her mouth to object, but was cut off as Du continued: "Immediately! You will be given details upon arrival." The Kimmunicator went blank.
Kim glowered.
Shego laid the "dumb blond" act on thick. "Oh, wow! See! That kind of stuff NEVER happens to me!" she squealed. "How cool was THAT?"
Kim looked anything but excited. "Sorry, Monique. I gotta go," she apologized, "And I was having such a great time..." She stood up to leave.
"Ohhhhh, Kim! Me too! It's OK..." Monique was crestfallen. " It's getting late, anyway...Call me tomorrow?" She gave Kim a hug.
"Of course!" Kim said, returning the hug. "Kellie – it was nice to meet you. Sorry I couldn't hang around." Kim held her hand out. "Duty calls..."
"And not a moment too soon..." Shego thought as she shook hands with Princess once more. After Kim was gone, she sat down at the table with Monique. She faked a yawn. "My gosh, it IS late...I'd better be going home! All this excitement! Nice to see you again! Thanks for introducing me to Kim Possible! Wow! Too much!" Shego giggled like an idiot, and left.
Monique sat there alone, absently thinking about stereotypes. Dejected, she sighed, finished her drink, and decided to call it a night as well.
Once outside, Kim walked over to a manhole cover in the center of the sidewalk. She entered a code using the keypad on her Kimmunicator. The cover slid out from under her, and Kim dropped silently, beginning her express ride to Hell. Or Global Justice Headquarters. What was the difference?
Shego left the club and walked hurriedly through Lowerton's deserted streets back to her car, casting nervous glances over her shoulder. Not that she was worried for her safety (as if), she was deeply freaked out by her encounter with Kim. Surprisingly freaked. Talk about a buzzkill. "That was waaaayy to close..." she thought. The Cosmic Engineer sure has a strange sense of humor. She hurried onward.
"Hey, lady!"
Startled, Shego stopped in her tracks. She peered down an alley, looking for the source of the voice. She saw a fat, bearded man laying near the sidewalk.
"This ain't a safe neighborhood for a pretty little thing like you to be walking around alone." Chuck informed her.
Shego laughed. "Thanks for the advice, rummy. I can take care of myself" She stumbled over some trash on her way to get a better look at him. "OOF, dammit..." she looked down to see what tripped her. She stifled a scream. It wasn't a pile of trash, but rather a black and blue man. Much more black than blue. "Dr. D?" What kind of sick high-school reunion was this night turning into?
Drakken was utterly still. Dried, crusty blood ran from his mouth and nose. Dark red stains blotted his ratty clothing. The stench of alcohol made her want to vomit. What the? Dr. D didn't drink! He had a bad enough time with lemonade.
Chuck staggered to his feet and joined Shego. "You know this GHUHURRRK?"
Blind with rage, Shego's arm shot out and her hand seized Chuck's throat. She squeezed it tight and lifted him up so high that his feet couldn't touch the ground. "YOU! What did you DO TOHIM?"
"No! NO...CHLRuurrrkkhHH.." Chuck clutched feebly at the hand crushing his windpipe. "FUH...reND!" He struggled to breathe. Shego flung Chuck effortlessly to the far end of the alley, as if he were nothing more than a rag-doll. His body landed in a noisy, tangled heap among the trashcans. The resounding CRASH aroused Bob from his stupor.
He watched hazily as Shego coldly walked to where Chuck lay, intending to finish the job. Chuck managed to squeak "Wait! STOP!" Bob wisely passed out again.
Shego grabbed Chuck's shirt front and lifted him till his face was mere centimeters from hers. The reek of cheap booze filled her nostrils as she asked again: "What did you DO to HIM?"
Chuck, terrified, said: "Drew is... our friend! He...he got hurt and..."
"No shit!" Shego swung back to hit him. No mercy this time.
A wet stain spread on Chuck's pants as he blubbered: "Some other guys! Some guys did it! In the bus station! We never saw them before! We were just trying to help!"
Shego paused, her fury subsiding. She wanted nothing more than to slaughter this filthy dreg, but realized it wasn't worth the trouble. "Yeah, you're a regular Dr. Kildare," she snarled, poison dripping from her voice, "I can tell from your choice of anesthetic..." She released her grip and let him drop.
Chuck, gasping for air, coughed and said, mostly to himself: "No kidding... you can take care of yourself!"
Shego didn't hear him. She had gone back to check on Dr. D. She knelt down beside him and was relieved to find a pulse. He had some broken ribs, and a broken arm. His face, never the most beautiful thing in the world to begin with, was almost unrecognizable. He'd have a few more nasty scars to join the one he already had. It was internal injuries she was most worried about. That these idiots had force-fed him alcohol only made it worse. What to do, what to do...
Chuck had gotten to his feet again and approached Shego. He stayed about 10 feet away this time, just in case. "The cops came, but they wouldn't call the ambulance..."
"Shut up! Turn around and close your eyes" she snapped. Chuck obeyed.
Shego lay her hands on Drakken, and closed her eyes. A very low, soft, green glow emanated from her hands. She hadn't used her powers in months, and she hadn't used them to heal anyone other than herself since her "Team GO" days. She could do much more with them than just blast the shit out of things. These secrets Shego kept to herself. After a few minutes, her senses guiding her, she was satisfied that Dr. D was on the mend. She stood up, removed her new and expensive overcoat and laid it over him. "Yo! Fatso!" she yelled at Chuck.
He turned slowly, his hands in the air. Despite the cold, he was sweating profusely.
"You see this?" Shego snapped, pointing at the coat, "This is HIS! Not yours, not anyones! Don't touch it!"
Chuck nodded slowly.
"And this?" She hoisted the empty vodka bottle. "Don't give this to him again! EVER!" To emphasize her point, she hurled the bottle at Chuck, missing his head by millimeters. It shattered on the wall behind him.
Chuck fainted.
Shego looked sadly down at Drakken's sleeping form. He should be OK, for now. He'd have to be. A wave of uncomfortable feelings washed over her. She walked the few remaining blocks to her car, and gingerly stepped over the unconscious bodies of about 12 different wanna-be car-thieves. Her self-made anti-theft device packed a wallop. She started up the car, and took the long way back to Middleton. She wanted to think. The tears in her eyes made it hard to see the road.
It was time to pack.
Time to move on.
To be continued
