What the Other Doesn't Know
Shego Doesn't Wanna Fight
(This is a continuation from the plot point of Kim trying mouth to mouth on Shego)
"Shego! Shego!" Drakken called for his sidekick, frustrated to find her nowhere in the general area of his evil lair. "Where is that woman when I need her?" he mussed to himself as he angrily patrolled all of Shego's usual haunts. The kitchen. Empty, no one rummaging through the fridge. The bathroom. Empty, no one standing in front of the mirror or filing their nails. The torture dungeon. Empty, no one cleaning up the never used equipment. The gym. Empty, the dummy that was pummeled by Shego standing untouched, the score marks on it old.
That only left the option of Shego's private quarters, or the outside world. Drakken hoped it was the first option. He didn't fancy going outside unless it was to cause chaos and confusion.
Thankfully he found his sidekick sitting in her private quarters, sipping on a cup of coffee and reading the paper. He didn't knock as he came in, earning him a glare over the paper. "Would it kill you to knock next time?"
"Ah, Shego. There you are. Don't just sit around there. I need you to go fight Kim as a distraction while I sneak my new death ray into position."
Shego paled at the mention of Kim's name. "Uh, no."
"Excellent, then we can-wait,what?" Drakken blinked as he realized what Shego had said. "What do you mean no?"
"I mean no. I'm not going to cause a distraction. And I am most certainly not going to fight Kim." Shego flicked her eyes back to her paper and took a sip of her coffee.
"You can't say no. I pay you to do this!" Drakken raised his hands over his head.
Shego leveled a gaze at him. "No." Then she turned back to her paper.
Drakken couldn't let this be. He needed Shego to cause this distraction! How else was he going to carry out plan #347?
"Shego," he sang as he pulled out a juice box from behind his back, shaking it back and forth. "I have coco-moo. You can have it if you go after Kim."
Shego looked up at him with disdain in her eyes. "I'm not four years old. Or an evil 'genius'." That was a not so hidden barb at Drakken's love of the drink. "I don't want the milk."
Well, bribing hadn't worked. So what else would? Maybe temptation. "Shego, I'll raise your pay if you do this for me."
"Heh, I don't need to do anything for you to raise my pay for me. All I gotta do is-" at this she lit up her hand, the plasma glow reflecting on Drakken's frightened face. "Turn your evil inventions into smoldering metal and you'll raise my pay. Won't you?"
"Yes! Yes!" Drakken shook his hands so that she'd be dissuaded from doing this. He'd already suffered too much damage from Kim's sidekicks meddling. He didn't need Shego ruining them too.
"Good. I want a raise of ten bucks an hour on top of my wages."
"Yes, yes, you'll get it," Drakken sweated as the flames grew bigger. He didn't dare avert his eyes in fear the fires would strike.
"Good. Now beat IT!"
Drakken nodded his head and quickly exited the room. It was only when two hours had passed that he realized Shego had tricked him, swindling him out of more money and keeping him from prying into her business. "Why that sneaky little green woman!" Drakken grumbled, hitting a control panel in his workshop out of anger. This caused one of his machines to malfunction and shoot him in the butt with a laser.
"Ah! Shego help! Turn this off!" He screamed as the machine's laser seemed to follow him as he ran back and forth in the workshop, trying to evade it. "Shego!"
Another hour later, when the machine's battery had finally given out and Drakken had managed to find an ice pack big enough to put on his butt, he decided he had to try once more to get Shego to cause a distraction for Kim.
"Shego..." he said softly, a bit scared of her threatening him. But he really needed her to do him this job. She was still in the spot he had last left her in. But now she was reading a book and drinking a soda. He wondered what it was about, but there were no pictures on the cover so he figured it must have been an adult book. Something he didn't read.
"What?" she asked in irritation.
"Shego...you know that we're family...and family does favors for each other..."
Shego arched a brow but didn't look away from her book, waiting for him to get to the point.
"So...you should do this favor for me."
"Do you still want me to distract Kim?"
"...Yes."
"Then no, I'm not doing you this favor," Shego gruffly stated.
Drakken was getting annoyed. "Shego! Why don't you want to do this? Are you scared of losing to Kim like you always do?"
"I don't. Lose. To. Kim!" Shego snarled, closing her book and slamming it on the table with each punctuation, her cup of soda jumping up and down with each hit.
"Then why don't you want to fight her?"
"Just Get OUT!" Shego accentuated her threat with a flaming plasma blast. Drakken ducked it, not wanting to get hit by anymore painful things. His butt was already burned. So he left her room, wondering what he could do to get her out. He knew something was wrong, but what?
Tapping on his chin and tapping his foot, he had a sudden bolt of inspiration. Snapping his fingers, he left to enact it into motion.
Drakken's Plan
"He what-?!" Kim and Ron both exclaimed at the tiny screen on the kimmunicator. Wade winced at their combined volume.
"Doctor D wants us to go to his lair. Like, he's giving us the coordinates and everything? But why?" Kim asked, the first to recover from her shock.
"It seems a bit far fetched," Ron added.
"I know," Wade nodded his head in understanding, after rubbing his ear to clear the ringing there. "But he posted it to the Possible website, asking for your help Kim. And the need for help seems genuine. He stated, that 'his doors will be open between the hours of six and ten pm should you wish to be able to drop by today. The lair will be henchman free, as well as devoid of the usual maniacal traps.' And if you can't come today then 'to make an appointment with him.' Plus he wants Kim to come by herself."
"This is so weird...I can't believe he's actually asking us for help. Or maybe it's all just a trap. It must be!" Ron hit the palm of his hand with his fist. "After all, why would he ask Kim to be the only one to come by? Obviously, it's to lower her defenses so that when she gets captured, she won't have anyone help her."
"Yea, Ron's right. It does seem sort of like a trap. Why would he even want our help?"
Wade shrugged, taking a sip of his soda. "All he said was that it was something involving Shego."
"With Shego...?" Kim thought back to the last three fights, all of which she had caused Shego to pass out when she had tried to resuscitate her with mouth to mouth. Was Shego hurt because of that? Was this Kim's fault and now Drakken wanted her to fix it?
Kim worried at her bottom lip. She wanted to help the villainess. Despite the two of them always at odds, Kim didn't want Shego to actually get hurt during one of their fights because then one would be too injured to actually engage in a battle. But it could be a trap...Drakken using Kim's competitiveness to lure her in at the chance of being able to fight her nemesis. But Shego could actually be in distress...and it didn't sit right with Kim to have the villainess hurt and possibly because of something Kim had done.
"I think I'm gonna do it," Kim said at last, shocking everyone.
"KP? But it could be a trap!"
"I know there's a chance of that being true. But I'm a Possible, and anything's possible for me, even getting out of Drakken's lair by myself. Besides, I'll get Wade to send me the location of all the exits and entrances in the lair and I'll be able to get out in no time if things go south."
Ron didn't look any less worried at his friend's assuring but didn't do anything more to stop her. After all, it was Kim. There was no stopping her when she set her mind to certain things. "Okay. And I'll be on call, so if trouble comes, the Ronster will be there to help out!" Ron struck a quick karate pose, Rufus running up to his shoulder and mimicking it as well.
"Thanks," Kim said, before she ran off to get into her mission gear.
When she arrived at Drakken's lair, she found the front doors were wide open and all the guards gone. Still, she kept a wary eye. They could be hiding in the crevices or alcoves of the lair. But when she had walked a ways down, the hallways empty of laser grids, buzzing saws or flaming arrows, she felt even more weirded out by this, because it seemed Drakken really was keeping his word on not wanting to fight her but needing her help. But what took the cake, literally, was Drakken standing with a messy looking cake in his hands at the end of the walk, a smile plastered on his face.
"Ah, Kim Possible, so glad you could make it," he said and she gave a quick scan of the room to determine that they truly were alone. They strangely were. "I baked you a cake as thanks for coming here. All by myself." He raised the culinary disaster up higher and the smell that wafted from it made Kim's eyes water so she tried to hold her breath and speak. "I'm not here for cake. I'm here to help you."
"Ah, yes," Drakken set the cake down on the table next to him. "Let me get right to the issue then. You see, Shego doesn't want to fight you."
"Doesn't...wanna fight me?" Kim asked, the words sinking slowly into her. "What do you mean by that? She always wants to fight me. It's like her life mission!"
"I know!" Drakken agreed wholeheartedly. "It doesn't make any sense. I told her I needed her help to distract you while I placed my giant deat- I mean, just to distract you, while I planted flowers, and she said no!"
Kim made a note of Dr. D's slip up for later use in missions. "Is she injured or something? Is that why she won't fight?"
"She seems fine to me. All snark and plasma glowing hands when I talk to her."
Huh. This was really worrying Kim. Why didn't her long time nemesis, the one who had sworn to fight Kim forever, not want to fight her anymore? Was she tired of it? "And you want me to help her...what, fight me?"
Drakken was wringing his hands. "I just want you to help her get her motivation back. If she won't talk to me, maybe she'll talk to you."
"Okay. Get her out here and I'll see what I can do." Although Kim didn't think that showing up when the green skinned woman clearly wanted nothing to do with her would work well, Drakken nodded his head at Kim's orders and went to an adjoining room. As the red head waited, she rubbed the back of her neck in nervous impatience.
There was silence, followed by Drakken's cries of pain. "Owie! Shego, did you just scratch me? And are you hissing at me like a cat?"
This warranted a look in Kim's book, so she rushed over to find that Shego was on her haunches on a table, lashing her clawed hand and hissing at the blue skinned man who was rapidly retreating. He was holding a hand to his face, to staunch the pain from the three claw marks there. "Shego, please, I'm just trying to help you. I even brought Kim over!" Drakken pointed at Kim who stood in the doorway of the room.
Shego looked over and her face changed colors from pale green to a dark green that looked like a blush before she jumped of the table and hid inside her room, slamming the door behind her.
What was going on?
"Just great!" Drakken mumbled out beside Kim. "And now I'm going to have scars on my handsome face!" He stomped off to go get some cream to help them, leaving Kim alone in the room to figure out what to do about this Shego situation
