What the Other Doesn't Know
Prompt: Kim and Shego meet at a Halloween Party but neither knows it's the other
Boo-tiful Halloween
Monique stood leaning against the wall of the crowded house she was in. It was her place- technically her parents- and she was throwing a little Halloween something to celebrate the holiday. The walls had been ghoulified, the lights tricked out in oranges and blacks, and the food had been made to resemble various monster counterparts. And she couldn't forget the punch, which had been spiked with her own secret recipe. Yes, everything should be perfect, but as her eyes scanned the crowd of scarily and sexily dressed up teenagers she frowned. Because the last part of her holiday plan hadn't arrived yet. And that was Shego.
Monique and Wade were unofficially enacting their Kigo plan and this was the first idea on the top of their long list of ideas on how to get the girls to finally notice their attraction to one another. What Monique had done was send Shego a letter saying that Kim would be at this place and at this time, and therefore it would be a great idea to infiltrate the party and take this chance to capture the teen hero for once and for good.
Well, actually the letter had gotten sent to Drakken, because as Wade explained it, it needed to seem like the evil villain had gotten the idea for it so that he would actually do it.
The letter had arrived via e-mail at seven pm (or evil mail as it was truly called) and Drakken had clicked it open. "Greetings, your evilness," he started as he began to read the letter. "I have received word that Kim Possible will be at this exact location at this time. (The exact coordinates were listed here). She is currently at a Halloween party and will be there having fun, not expecting any villains to bother her. What you choose to do with this information, such as perhaps dressing up for the party and going incognito in order to catch her, which by the way is a good idea, is all up to you.
"From a fellow villain," the note was signed and Drakken rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Hmm, Kim would be at a party. Which meant she would be caught off guard. Perhaps he should infiltrate it and try fighting her there, getting rid of her for once and for all. Yes, that was a most brilliant plan. And one he had come up with all by his own. "Shego!" he called out to his henchman. "I have an idea! And I need your help."
"If it involves refried bean sauce and a pickle like last time, then NO!" Shego screamed from the room over.
"I swear it doesn't involve any of that. Although, it does give me a good idea for a costume." Drakken steepled his fingers together evilly and began to cackle maniacally as he set out to shop online for some disguises.
About an hour later, the outfits arrived sent courtesy of E-zy express (Evil Express) and Drakken proudly presented the outfit that he had picked out for Shego to her.
The woman arched her brow and cocked out her hip. "I don't get it. What is that...thing supposed to be?"
"It's a pickle suit," Drakken said proudly, impressed by his own genius decision. "And you're going to wear it when we infiltrate Kim Possible's party."
Shego's brow twitched. "You want me, to wear a pickle suit. Is it because I'm green?"
Drakken nodded his head vigorously, oblivious to the danger inherent in her statement. It was implied that what he said next should be said carefully. That of course, like other social conventions, went right over his head. "Yes. It's a perfect match-ah!" He let out a cry and took to blowing on his now steaming fingers. The outfit which had been held in those fingers before was now gone, burned into a pile of ash by a well placed plasma blow.
"There is no way in hell I am wearing that pickle suit! And why are we going to a party? A party full of teenagers!"
"So that we can catch Kim Possible off guard! It's going to be a good plan. She'll be there having fun and won't be expecting us to be there. But we will be there. And we will crush her in front of all her peers. Then she'll lose her social standing and be embarrassed and never show her face in school again. She'll be labeled a loser!" Drakken smacked his fist into his hand on the word crush but winced when he did it a bit too hard.
Shego sighed. This wasn't going to turn out the way Drakken planned it to, but if he was going to make her go out on Halloween night, then she might as well take the chance to steal some candy from little kids. She did love their devastated facial expressions when they found that all their favorite candies had suddenly disappeared right from their bags. "Alright, I'll go. But I am not wearing the pickle suit!"
"Then what will you wear? You'll stick out like a green thumb if you don't wear it." He waggled his thumb at her.
"The expressionism is sore thumb," Shego corrected in irritation. "And I can wear makeup to cover my skin up, you know. What are you wearing by the way?"
"This mighty moo onesie," Drakken said in excitement, pulling out the uniform from behind his back. It was still in it's wrapping and the packaging displayed a boy wearing a brown cow suit with goofy looking eyes on the top of his head.
"You know that that's for toddlers, right?" she pointed at it.
Drakken merely smiled. "I know that. They didn't have adult sizes for some strange reason," at this he frowned and Shego muttered out an 'I wonder why' under her breath sarcastically. "But by utilizing my gro-ray, I can make it fit me perfectly."
"Alright, you do that. And I'm going to go and buy myself a proper costume." Then Shego went off to look for villainous Halloween costumes.
Later at ten pm, Kim and Ron finally made it to the party.
"Finally you guys!" Monique opened up the door. "Took you forever to get here. The party started at eight! Wait, what are those?" the black girl's smile dropped when she saw the costumes the two were wearing.
"Well, I'm a dog," Ron answered, indicating to his onesie with a dog head on the top of his head. It's open mouth was where his face was positioned. He lifted Rufus up. The naked mole rat was wearing miniature versions of Ron's clothes and even had a tiny patch of yellow hair. "And Rufus is my owner." The tiny creature was in fact holding up a blue leash in his paws that was attached to Ron's hand.
"Uh, huh," Monique said for a lack of better terms. She didn't really care too much about Ron's outfit. She was more upset with Kim's. "Girlfriend, why you wearing that?"
Kim looked down at her outfit. Then back up at Monique. "What's wrong with it?" She seemed genuinely confused.
"Girl, that's what you wear for your shows. It's your cheerleader outfit!"
Kim shrugged while Ron nodded his head in a told you so way. "I told her to not wear this but she didn't listen to me."
"I didn't have time to buy an outfit. I was busy!"
"That's alright," Monique grabbed Kim by the wrist. "Good thing I have some spare outfits." Then she pulled her into the house and up the stairs.
Ten minutes later, Kim stood in front of a full length mirror, blushing heavily. "Monique, what is this outfit?"
"A cop outfit," Monique said smugly, eyeing the girl. It looked really good on her, the top unbuttoned just right to show enough cleavage and the shorts tight enough to highlight her toned legs and rear. It was sexy but not too naughty. After all, Kim was supposed to arrest all the naughtily dressed people. That was what the fake handcuffs around her waist were doing. And as an added touch, she had done Kim's makeup. The sultry eye shadow highlighted her green eyes and the red lipstick made her lips look bigger.
"I know it's a cop outfit, but its...risque," Kim flushed as she turned in the mirror and caught a good look of how nice those shorts really looked on her. Nice it may look on her, but it was entirely inappropriate. "I can't wear this."
"Nonsense, girlfriend. It's Halloween. No one cares what you wear on this day. It's time to be different. To pretend not to be you."
"I don't know-"
"No more arguing. You know that I know best, girl. And that I wouldn't lead you astray." Monique pushed on Kim, shoving her out the door of her room and back down the stairs to the party. "Now go have fun." The door slammed behind her and Kim was left outside in the dark hallway. Slipping the hat onto her head and hiding her red hair under in, she sighed and trudged down the stairs, feeling self conscious. She felt like everyone would stare at her, and judge her for what she was wearing. But when she looked around she found that everyone was otherwise occupied, either talking or dancing or eating snacks, and feeling more relaxed she headed over to the punch.
Cup in hand, she headed over to find Ron, not surprised to see him helping himself to some snacks.
The night started off slow for Kim, but as she drank more of what was in the cup, which tasted really good, the night started to get better. The music tempted her more to dance to it, and she and Ron would laugh about the dumbest of things.
The door bell rang, and Monique ran to go answer it, opening it and finding two more costume goers there. She had been hoping that it would be the villainous duo, but instead it was some guy dressed in a cow suit and a woman wearing a a criminal outfit. The outfit looked criminally good on her, for lack of a better term. It was an orange jumper that was skin tight with a low cut neck line, but had broken shackles attached to its wrists and legs.
"We're here to sabotage Ki-" at this the cow man cleared his throat. "I mean, we're here to enjoy the party, dude," he said awkwardly. "Ready to rock out to the music and chillax with the drinks." The woman next to him rolled her eyes.
"Uh, sure," Monique raised a brow at the oddness of the two but let them in. "Drinks and snacks are by the back on the table."
"Thank you, friend," the cow man said, elongating that word uncomfortably and he and the woman disappeared somewhere into the crush of bodies.
Drakken immediately took to scanning the crowds for Kim and her sidekick. "I can't see her anywhere. Can you see her Shego?"
"No," the woman shook her head as a dancing boy stepped on her toe. She swallowed the annoyed growl that threatened to rip from her throat and pushed him away from her, the boy falling with a yelp.
"Do you think they left? Did we come too late? The website said to come to parties late." Since Drakken didn't know the slightest thing about social conventions he had had googled on what proper party etiquette was.
"I don't know," Shego replied with, letting out a grunt of pain as a flailing elbow caught her right in the rib. Okay, these kids were really starting to piss her off.
"Maybe they too are in costume!" Drakken exclaimed in a moment of epiphany. "Of course they would be in costume. They are incognito." He rubbed his hands in anticipation. "We must unmask all these teenagers. Come Shego." He went off to find a target but she wasn't following after him. Some idiot kid had spilled his drink on her.
"Watch it!" she snarled out, her hands twitching with the need to light something on fire.
"My bad," he slurred and stumbled away.
Breathing heavily, she decided she needed to get a drink herself to calm down. Otherwise her hands would go off and risk their disguises. When she got to the punch bowl she found that someone was standing by it. A very drunk someone. As she poured herself a cup, that drunk someone noticed her as they finally finished chugging half the contents in one gulp.
"Whoa, you're a -hic- criminal," they slurred out. "And I'm a cup." They pointed at themselves so quickly they almost sloshed the liquid down their shirt.
"Don't you mean, a cop?" she asked, as she let her eyes rake down the girl's attractive figure unabashedly.
"I know what I said. You can't tell me what to do. I do what I do. And I need to -hic- arrest you."
Shego rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her punch. Clearly someone here had had too much and couldn't handle it. "And what's the charge? I haven't done anything."
"For public indecency. You're too damn hot," the cop said, slurping her drink.
"Oh, really?" Shego couldn't help the coy smile from flitting onto her face. Was she being flirted with? Somewhere from within the thrum of dancing kids she could hear Drakken calling but she ignored him, far too much interested in this. Kim probably wasn't even at this party, so it wouldn't hurt to have some fun. Shego couldn't recall the last time she had had time to indulge herself. "Then why don't you come and arrest me?"
"I will!" The cop said resolutely. "Just you wait until I get my- hic!- hands on you." They slammed the cup down and fiddled around with their belt, pulling off a set of handcuffs.
"I don't think I'll be giving up that easily officer. I think you might have to catch me first," Shego said, tongue in cheek and then bolted off. The cop was hot on her heels, swerving after Shego through the crowd of kids. She was more nimble than Shego thought she would be, given her inebriated state. So Shego decided to amp the ante. She didn't like easy challenges, so she certainly wasn't going to give one.
She threw the door open and rushed down the lawn to the street, glancing over her shoulder to see that the cop was still running her down. Damn that girl was fast. Shego's brows went up as noticed the cop's drunken state was slowly ebbing away, replacing the glassy look in her eyes with one of fire. She was intent on catching Shego. So Shego pumped her legs harder and ducked into an alleyway.
The chase lasted a while, Shego leading the way and jumping over dumpsters, benches, trashcans, sliding under cars and bridges, cartwheeling from rooftop to rooftop and hurdling herself over lanes of traffic. And each and every time, the cop stayed true to the green woman's trial. She only stumbled twice that Shego could notice, all the while getting soberer and soberer. And then she disappeared.
Shego had just made a turn around the street and had hidden behind a mailbox, figuring she would tackle the girl and end this chase once and for all with a sordid kiss. The girl had certainly worked hard, she might as well get some. But no one came around the corner as expected. Instead, the cop came from above, dropping down on Shego who had not been expecting this sort of innovation from the stranger.
"Well," she began, a bit breathless as the attack had knocked the wind out of her and set her flat on her back, the cop pinning her down and grinning in triumphant. "I guess you got me officer. What are you going to do now?" She batted her eyes playfully.
"Now, I'm going to write down your phone number, because I'm going to have to make a very personal and thorough inspection of you house for any illegal goods," she waggled her brows, her breath still smelling heavily of sweet alcohol. Beads of sweat traced down the curve of her neck, the only sign of her exertion. Shego wanted to lick them off. "Because it's pretty late, er, early right now, and I need to head back." The cop frowned, noting the brightening of the sky. It had been pitch dark when they had first begun their run. Had it really taken that long?
"Alright, then, you got it." Shego conceded happily. And so the numbers were exchanged and the cop got off of Shego, before smirking and saying, "see you later. And don't even think of running away this time."
"Don't worry, I won't," was Shego's smug reply. And then the cop was gone and Shego was holding the scrap of paper with her number on it tightly in her palm. Just who had that girl been that she had been able to keep up with Shego. She sort of reminded Shego of Kim with her high stamina and refusal to lose. Had that, in fact been Kim? Was it possible that the whole time she was supposed to be looking for the girl and she was the cop?
Shego briefly entertained that idea before she shut it down with an amused smile. There was no way Kim was that flirty. She was too innocent after all. She wouldn't have been able to deliver those lines without blushing furiously. And Kim surely didn't drink. She was too responsible for that. Picking herself up, she decided to go back to the lair, completely forgetting she had left Drakken at the party.
The aforementioned villain was currently inebriated and singing along with a drunk Ron, both of them painfully out of tune. They had their arms slung over each other and were standing in the middle of the living room, the remnants of last nights party around them. Monique came downstairs from her room, her hair frazzled and a grumpy look on her face. "Would the two of you shut up!?" she screeched out but they weren't listening to her.
They swayed to a rhythm of their choosing, laughing as they finally concluded the song in an earsplitting crescendo before collapsing to the ground.
"You're such a cool guy," Ron told Drakken. "We should hang out more. You have the funniest of ideas, about how to annoy people. Taking over the world, wow." Ron laughed hard at that.
"You too man," Drakken burped. "Ron is such a cool name. For a cool guy."
Monique sighed as she watched the two of them sitting there. This night had not gone at all as she had planned. Shego nor Drakken had appeared like they were supposed to and Kim had run off somewhere in the middle of the night. A floating computer screen, held up by a mini propeller, zoomed up to her. Wade's face was on the screen and he was slurping up a soda as usual. "So, no luck?" he asked. He had been floating around the party all night, meant to be helping Monique but then some drunk people had thought to play catch with the device and he had ended up in the bushes some miles away from the house.
"No," Monique sighed. "We'll have to try again another time." It was time to swing another plan into motion.
Omake: The Aftermath
Shego kept in touch with the cop after that, the two of them having decided to meet up next to a cafe next morning. She arrived there early and sat down at an outside table, wearing a pair of shades and an overcoat to keep her identity hidden. She was a bit nervous about this meeting. Because she was wearing skin toned makeup yesterday, her natural skin color hadn't been seen. So how would the girl react to that? It was almost always an issue for Shego in the romance department. Discrimination against green skin; no one wanted to date a green skinned person much less a villain. Sighing at her troubles that were unrelatable for many women, she ordered a coffee and waited, tapping her fingers on the table top.
Meanwhile, an equally nervous Kim approached the cafe she was supposed to meet the stranger at. She was worried because she had acted so...oddly...so out of character last night. She couldn't remember much of what had occurred, except that she had drank too much and then chased down this girl and pinned her to the ground and possibly flirted with her? She had basically coerced the other into giving her her number. How scary. And even scarier was how relentlessly she had pursued the other. What had even possessed her to act this way? She was so ashamed. She vowed never to drink like that again.
She wanted to apologize for her behavior. It was inappropriate. And she was hoping to make it up by buying the girl a coffee.
Shego's coffee arrived, carried by a shaking waiter whose hands shook so badly that the cup slipped from his grip and went all over Shego's lap. The hot temperature didn't bother her. She ran hotter than that when she used her powers. But it was the fact that now her outfit was ruined, and how was she to make a good impression when she looked like this?
"Hey, buddy!" she snarled as she rose to her feet and picked him up by the front of his shirt. His feet dangled in the air and he gulped deeply. "You ruined my outfit!" She took off her shades so she could glare at him more. His fear only redoubled as he recognized her features. Several people seated at the tables rose up with screams at her all too familiar face and ran away. She ignored them. "What are you gonna do to fix it?"
He was too scared to blubber out a proper answer.
At this same moment Kim made it to the cafe and immediately she flew into a combative position as her mind briefly pondered why Shego was here of all times and places. But she didn't dwell on that for too long. "Stop right there Shego!"
Shego turned her head to note her nemesis. Just great. What was she doing here?
"Put the man down, or I'll be forced to fight you!"
"I'm not here to pick a fight."
"Really?" Kim arched a skeptical brow. "That's not what it looks like to me. Or to that man." She pointed to the man who was shaking badly now. Shego set him down with a frown and he nearly fell over as he tried to run away. This day was totally not going like she had wanted it to.
"I was here on...never mind," Shego shook her head. She wasn't about to tell Kim she had been on a date. A date which she had gotten stood up on. She'd probably scared the mystery girl away when she had acted violently. Then she walked away, leaving a confused Kim behind. Should Kim pursue her? But Shego had seemed sort of sad...what had that been about?
Kim than sat down at the cafe table and waited for her 'mystery' girl, wondering if the other was going to show up or if she was too scared to face her after Kim had hounded her last night. Kim just wanted to apologize for her behavior in person.
But the girl never showed up.
After that day neither girl contacted the other 'mystery' person, figuring the other was too scared to appear.
A/N: This chapter is the longest to date so far, but I wanted to get this out on time for the holidays. So, Happy Halloween to everyone who celebrates it.
