Blue Girl: Chapter 3
I.
Among Shego's competing characteristics were curiosity and pride. Curiosity demanded answers, pride refused to ask. "I know he's doing something, but what? One more day, I can hold out one more day, he said it would all be over then. What will be over? Stop it! If I don't quit this, I'll be as crazy as he is."
The green beauty flipped another page in 'The Villain's Monthly," cutting a glance at her blue boss from lowered eyes. "What is he doing? And if he starts singing that Oboyz song again, I'm going to wipe that smug smile off his face!" She continued to peruse her monthly. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Drakken taking short, nervous glances at her.
"What?"
"Ah, Shego, ah…"
"What?"
"You do…ah…you know you…."
"What? Spit it out!"
The mad scientist swallowed, "I just wanted to ask…ah…well…you do realize you're reading an upside down magazine?"
Shego blinked. "I've already read it once." She gritted. "Upside down is more challenging. You have any comments?"
"No, no, just asking that's all. I'll…uh…go back to work now…yes, that's what I'll do." He edged away.
When he had almost reached his work station, she grinned, "DRAKKEN!"
Dr.D jumped, hands automatically clasping his backside, before he returned to earth he was shrieking, "NO, please, you have no idea how much these leather coats cost, and I've only got two left."
"I just wanted to ask; have you seen my nail file?"
II.
Wade load was a worried genius. Something was wrong with the field operatives of Team Possible. Something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on what. They just weren't….normal…
III.
"That is correct, Ronald." The startled science teacher said. "You have been studying."
"You might say that." Replied the blonde student, "Or, you might say I had a…ah…inspiration."
"In that case," the teacher's eyes narrowed suspiciously, "you won't mind showing me this 'inspiration' after school, say a small quiz?"
Ron only grinned, knowing that his math teacher had circulated the story of his temporary 'genius' around the faculty.
"Sure, sir, be happy to."
The rest of the students sat stunned at the exchange. Especially one Bonnie Rockweiller, cheerleader, social queen, and gnat around the heads of Team Possible.
"There is no way, no way that that is Ron Stoppable," she thought, "he's been getting smarter and…sexier. This is just so wrong. That tight ass, slick hair, and ummm that cologne…NO…I am not attracted to this loser!"
Bonnie sat in the desk behind Ron, restraining herself from reaching up to ruffle his soft blonde hair. When the rooms' ventilation wafted his scent to her, she found herself breathing deeply of the intoxicating aroma. For the last two weeks she had found herself becoming gradually more and more attracted to the blonde. The only thing stopping her from jumping his bones in the hallway was the fact that his sixteen kinds of kung fu knowing girlfriend was always hanging on his arm.
"And that's another thing, goody two shoes Kim. What's happening there? Ron keeps getting hot and Kim keeps getting…uninhibited? Less inhibited? Whatever, it's not right." Her thoughts veered as the scent drifted over her again, "But, maybe, since she is getting that way, she could be persuaded to…share?"
III.
"Possible! Stoppable! This is your final warning, no PDA in my halls!" Barked Assistant Principal Steve Barkin. He fumed as he watched the lithe redhead slowly unwrap herself from her boyfriend, her hands finally stroking down his cheeks in farewell. She had complied with Barkin's order, but he still felt her manner was disrespectful. But, she had complied; he was left with nothing to do but walk away grumbling.
As soon as Barkin turned the hall corner, Ron placed his hands on Kim's bare belly, pulling her back to nuzzle her neck. "Baby," he chuckled, "You are getting soo bad."
Kim giggled, back arching in pleasure. She turned in his arms to cuddle against his chest.
"You love it, Ronnie, admit it."
"Never denied it. Just don't want to share your new wardrobe with Big Mike, Vinnie, and the rest."
Kim stepped away twirling, enjoying his appreciation of her new four inch heels, smooth legs, blue mini, and cream crop top.
"All for you, Ronnie, all for…"
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Kim opened her locker to answer the page on her larger screened computer.
"What's the sitch, Wade?" she cooed.
"Uh, Kim, are you, uh, all right?"
"Just dandy, Wade, why?"
"No reason, just something…Anyway, Drakken and Shego have been spotted, again."
Wade's jaw dropped as he watched Ron lean down and kiss Kim's neck.
"Ahhh, not now, Ronnie, mission time." Kim moaned.
"Right, oh, hi Wade."
"Y-yeah, hi Ron." Wade stammered.
Kim visibly shivered, "Wade, have we got a ride?'
Wade tore his eyes from Ron's activities, "Outside…ten minutes."
"We are there, bye Wade."
The eleven year old tech wizard stared at his blank screen.
"This is not right!"
IV.
Shego sat filing ungloved nails, redolent of liniment. It might not be fragrant, but it certainly helped her aches and bruises. "Either Princess is getting tougher or I'm getting out of shape in this lair." She thought. "I have had enough of this!"
"Drakken!" The villainess stood and stomped toward the chuckling scientist. "You are going to tell me what I have been doing for the last month or so help me…" fire flared from her hands.
Her boss looked at her, then ran around to the opposite side of his table. "Please, Shego, patience."
"Patience my ass," she stormed, "I want to kill something. And if you don't tell me what I've been doing, throwing these fights with Possible, it could well be you!"
Dr. Drakken's blue complexion paled to the color of a suffocated corpse. "Please, I beg you, just one more time. Then it will all be self-explanatory."
"One more fall and it's over, right?"
"I promise, Shego, I swear."
"If this is another one of your doomed to failure stunts…"
"Shego!" Drakken said in a wounded voice, "It's already working, just like I planned." His evil laugh rang out.
Shego returned to her lounge and nails. "I may kill him anyway, just to shut him up."