Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. If you recognize the characters, they aren't mine. I will never make any money from this.
The Stoppable household was readied for a special occasion. Anne was bringing home a boy. She had been out with one or two boys, mostly to school dances.
This one seemed special, though. Don had related to his parents how Trent had helped during the supersuit incident, once he realized who the kid was. He had also stuck with Anne through several weeks of restriction, which actually was for their entire relationship so far. This made him seem like quite a catch, though not in the eyes of 'the food chain'. This suited Ron and Kim just fine.
Flo arrived early, eager to help out and to spend more time with Don, despite the fact that they were now officially a mission team at GJ. Something about that concerned Kim, but Ron thought it was great.
The monkeys were moving around frantically as they worked to make the house perfect, feeding off the family's nervousness.
The mole rats were practicing a small choral piece Rufus had written. Anne really wished they wouldn't perform it for Trent. He was going to be in the spotlight as it was.
Don just helped with the dining room table.
When the doorbell rang, Anne nearly jumped five feet. She ran to the door, stopped to straighten her dress and check her hair, and then opened the door with a smile.
Trent was wearing a button down shirt with a tie. His mousy brown hair looked recently cut. His glasses looked cleaner than usual. His acne had cleared quite a bit in the last few weeks, too. He was holding a covered dish in his hands. "Hi."
"Hi," Anne stared a moment.
Kim called from the living room, "Anne? Was that the door?"
Anne broke out of her trance. "Uh, yeah, Mom," she called back. "Come in," she told Trent.
"Thanks," he stepped in. "I brought my mom's famous potato skins. Thought an appetizer would be appreciated."
"Very thoughtful," said Anne as she led him into the living room.
Trent was escorted into a room of expectant people. Ron got up and took the dish from him, "Smells good. Skins?"
"Yes, sir," Trent said. "Thought we could dig in right away."
"Have a seat," Kim encouraged.
Anne and Trent sat on the couch, by Flo and Don.
Ron set the dish on the coffee table, uncovered it and took a cheese-covered skin. He mumbled appreciatively.
"Thanks, Mr. Stoppable." Trent smiled, "My mom will appreciate that."
"Do we know your parents," Kim seemed thoughtful a moment, "Trent?"
"I think so," the boy nodded. "When I told them who Anne was, Dad kinda mumbled something about a slingshot."
Ron swallowed audibly, "Your dad's Arnie Custer?"
"Arnold." Trent nodded and took the hand that Anne was offering, "Yes, Sir."
Kim jumped to Ron's rescue, "I hear you were a big help when Cindy was injured."
Anne seemed bothered by the change in subject, but looked at her boyfriend supportively.
"Really nothing, Ma'am," Trent said calmly. "I was in the right place to help, so I did what little I could."
"He even tried to talk me out of it, Mom," said Anne. "Might have done it if the annoying sibling hadn't shown up."
"I don't know." Trent blushed.
"Don't be too modest, Guy," said Don. "Cindy might be a lot worse without your help."
"Any of us would have done little better," said Flo.
Don told Trent, "You remember Flo, right?"
"Sure," Trent pushed his glasses up. "Works for the agency, right?"
"Don and I are partners, now," Flo said proudly.
"That must make dating interesting."
"Yeah," Don grinned.
Trent's appetizer soon disappeared and dinner went well. However, halfway through, Flo and Don were called to duty.
GJ had received a tip that a new component was likely to be stolen from a small laboratory that couldn't afford high-end security yet.
"What's it called again, Uncle Wade?"
"A Super Quark Interphasic Geographic Injector."
"Why do these things always have such long names?" Flo asked as she carried Don across the sky.
"S.Q.I.G.I. works just as well," said Wade.
"So Drakken wants a squeegee?" Don grinned.
"We can't be sure it's Drakken," said Flo.
"You think it's Shego?"
"Why do you always figure it's one of them?" Flo yelled.
"Um," Don was sheepish, "Experience?"
Flo sighed. "Sorry, Hon."
"It's okay, Flo," said Don softly.
"We know it's not always easy being you," Wade said through the device in Don's hand.
"Are we on course?" Flo asked, her voice still tense.
Wade nodded on screen, "You should be there soon."
Shego dropped down into the lab from an air vent. The ease at which she had entered was almost disappointing. Next she had to find the injector. The science paper published online by the lab's lead technician made it sound like something Ed would love to put in his next vehicle engine.
As Shego approached the storage area, she became aware of some competition. Some teenaged girl was already sneaking around the device. Shego wondered how the girl expected to blend into her surroundings with such bright green hair.
"Ah ah ah," Shego chided as the girl opened the cabinet. "Stealing is very wrong. Especially when you are stealing something I want."
The girl turned and looked at her. "I found it first. Go find your own." She snapped from the shadowed area.
"It is not wise to cross me, Girlie." Shego let one hand flare up.
The girl looked at her, "You're Shego."
"So you know I'm not to be trifled with."
The girl smiled, "We have a lot in common." She held up a hand that was glowing green.
Shego was quite surprised to realize the kid looked just like Kim Possible. Something about that disturbed her. Then Shego's eyes grew wider than she thought possible. Looks like Kim. Glows like her. "I told Drakken," she yelled as she flared the other hand and wound up to throw a double blast. "No clones!"
The girl jumped nimbly away from the blast, which knocked the doors off the storage cabinet. "I prefer the term 'generated person'."
Flo and Don landed on the lab roof. They found that an air conduit had already been torn open.
"Looks like greenie is at it again," said Don.
"Her name is Shego," Flo snapped quietly. "Besides, anybody could have ripped that open."
"I'll bet you a massage," Don smiled.
"Excuse me?"
"If it's Shego, you give me a massage." Don explained, "If it's not, then I give you a massage."
"Which gives you no down side at all," Flo lifted an eyebrow.
"Fine. What would you prefer?"
"If it is her, you can arrange that massage however you want. If it isn't her; the next time we do see her, you get to tell her that we're dating," Flo smiled.
Don considered that. Then he frowned, "Okay."
When Don and Flo entered the corridor to the lab, the room ahead was glowing green.
"I knew it," whispered Don happily.
Then they saw the green-haired girl tumble into and out of view as she crossed in front of the doorway.
"But that's not her," Flo smiled.
"Isn't that -" Don gasped, "a Keego?"
"They all melted," Flo said in disbelief.
"Maybe not all," said Don.
"Well, it isn't Shego." Flo said happily, "So you can give her the good news sometime."
"Now okay?" asked Don.
"What?" Flo followed Don's arm as he pointed to one side of the lab entrance.
Keego was apparently launching a blast from somewhere right of the archway, because Shego was just visible at the left edge of the entrance tossing her own glow into the air, where it collided with the other blast. A green midair explosion was the result.
"A draw?" asked Flo.
"They do seem well matched."
"I mean the bet."
"Sure," Don smiled as he walked on down the corridor.
"Don," Flo said quietly after him. "What are you doing? Let them fight it out first."
"Watch." Don walked to the archway and watched the battle a moment more. "Hello, ladies!" he called.
The green in the air dissipated as both the glowing women paused.
"We're having a special on jail cells this week just for naturally green people." Don joked, "Two for one!"
Shego fired at him first.
Don leaped onto a control console, easily avoiding the blast. "But I'm willing to give you an additional discount, Shego, just because I'm dating your daughter!"
Flo watched dumbstruck as Shego froze in mid-toss. "You're what?" Shego asked in disbelief.
Keego took this opportunity to go to the storage cabinet and take out the SQIGI.
Flo teleported behind Keego and tapped her shoulder, "Ahem."
"What?" Keego spun around, holding the device.
Flo gave her a right cross, knocking her cold.
Flo then picked up the device and called to the still shocked Shego. "You heard him right."
"I may be sick," said Shego. "First the clone, now this!"
"That's a Keego," said Don.
Shego's upper body convulsed. "I am gonna be sick." She brought a hand up to her mouth.
"I know a place with good medical attention."
Shego sat down in a chair and laid her head on a console.
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