Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. If you recognize the characters from elsewhere, they aren't mine. I will never make any money from this.
Blood and Water
Dr. Drakken was realigning the phase oscillator on his new doomsday device, when the lair's door alarm went off. The sudden noise caused his hand to slip. The custom wrench in his hand contacted a buffered power junction. This sent a jolt of energy into his body, causing him to shake while his hair stood on end. The shaking was then transmitted back to the structure of the device, causing the frame to come apart.
Drakken glared at the device that lay in a heap at his feet as smoke rose from his hair. He then stomped over to the front door and punched the large button next to it. The door halves slid apart, revealing a green haired teenager on the other side.
"Hi, Dad," she said as she walk passed him into the lair.
In his surprise, Drakken forgot his anger. "K-Keego?" his eyes seemed as wide as the doorway itself.
"Yup," she lounged on the couch and picked up a fashion magazine.
"I thought all of you were melted."
"I'm number one," she turned pages quickly. "All my sisters did melt," she shuddered at the memory. "I'm obviously more stable than they were."
"How come you're talking?"
"I'm not an idiot, Dad," She sat up and glared at him for an instant. "I spent the last few weeks learning things here and there."
Drakken watched her relax again on the couch. She had called him 'Dad' - twice. That sounded nice. "Well, it's good to see you again, dear."
"Uh-huh," she then peered closely at the personal ads near the back of the magazine. "Someone's selling a Flamingoat!" she bolted up. "Can I have it, Daddy?" she pleaded.
Drakken grinned at her. "Of course, my dear," he cooed. "Daddy just needs you to get a few other things first."
"Oh, come on, Dad!" Anne whined. "It's one concert!"
"You know you're grounded for one more week," Ron said calmly.
"Hour Glass is only playing two nights in Middleton and Trent already bought the tickets!"
"That's not my fault."
"Like it's my fault," Anne griped.
"You're the one that stole your mother's old suit, damaged school property, critically injur-".
"Okay!" Anne screamed with her hands over her ears. After her dad stopped, Anne asked, "Have I once asked to have this lifted?"
Ron pursed his lips, "Not until now."
"Dad, this really isn't for me." Anne knelt next to her father's easy chair. "I don't even like Hour Glass that much. Trent wants to take me on a real date and he got the scheduling mixed up."
One of Ron's eyes squinted.
"We started dating after I was grounded." Anne placed her hand on top of her father's, "Show Trent what a nice dad you can be." Anne tried to pout.
Ron examined Anne's face. He was thankful that the 'Puppy Dog Pout' had skipped a generation. "What's his last name again?"
"Custer," Anne said softly. She didn't know why that would matter. She kept an obsequious tone. She wanted a real date for once.
"He could go without you."
"And waste a ticket?"
"He could take someone else."
"Over my dead body!"
Ron flinched back from the volume of Anne's outburst.
"Sorry," Anne said guiltily.
"I'll talk to Mom."
Anne knew that he really meant; 'I would, but your mother would kill me'. They'll talk, but the answer will be 'no'. "Okay, Dad," she got up and walked to her room, sulking.
Kim walked into the gymnasium, tired of paperwork and ready for some light calisthenics.
She was tripped when a leg suddenly swept her own feet out from under her. She was under attack. Inside the gym at Global Justice HQ itself. As she stood up, she remembered.
The mystery sparring program. Will Du's zany idea.
Kim's opponent was dressed in black from head to toe. He was in a relaxed fighting stance, waiting for Kim to get up. It was hard to tell through his hood, but Kim had the impression he was smiling. Getting the drop on her that easily was something to be proud of. Kim was only sure of three things. He was male. He was a GJ agent, and he was going to pay for knocking her down.
Kim started with a jab to his upper body. He stepped to one side and blocked it. The point of the program was to allow Kim to get to know her agents as well as keep her skills sharp.
The fight was over when either person was down or if Kim could name her opponent. Last week she had beaten Dora Barnes, but had been unable to guess her identity.
He responded with a side kick to her midsection. Kim stepped back to avoid it. She fell back over an obstacle that hadn't been there before.
As Kim rolled back and stood again, she saw another person wearing a head-to-toe black suit, who was crouched on her hands and knees. Where had she come from?
So it was two against one this time. Kim enjoyed a challenge, but wished she had warmed up first. She was feeling stiff.
The woman fell in next to her partner as they approached.
Kim stepped around the room; battle ready, catching her breath.
The woman stepped in and kicked high.
Kim grabbed the leg and spun throwing the woman around and away. Kim realized as she let go that the agent was sailing straight at a weight machine!
The woman tried to alter her trajectory, but failed. At the last instant, she disappeared into a pink fading glow.
"Good save, Flo." Kim said, relieved.
Flo had reappeared a few feet from Kim, standing on the mat. "You did that on purpose!" she said as she removed her hood.
The man then rushed at Kim.
"No, though I admit. It made it easy to guess your name." Kim sidestepped his attack, kicked him in the gut and followed with a punch between the shoulders. "Don't you agree, Don?" Kim knelt at the man's prone form.
"Sure, Mom." he admitted with a moan.
"Please tell Agent Du that while my opponents are supposed to be a surprise, the sparring session itself should not be," Kim said coldly to Flo.
"Yes, Ma'am," Flo smiled. "You need a hand, Don?"
"I'll be okay," Don rose slowly. "Especially if my girlfriend will give me a nice massage."
"Your mother could do it instead," jibed Kim.
"That won't be as fun."
Flo just smiled. Kim was learning to trust Flo with her son, but she kept making jabs at the appropriateness of a boy of seventeen and a woman of twenty-one dating. Flo did notice that these quips were getting more good-natured as time went on. "I think a warm shower would help us all."
Don got a goofy look on his face. "Um..."
"Amp down, Donny!" Kim snapped.
"Right, Mom." Don said sheepishly.
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Yes, folks! Keego is back.
After seeing how much at least one person liked her, and finding how much fun she is to write, I decided to make her a permanent fixture in my universe.