Bad Hand
By mkusenagi2
The story
concept © 5-19-2006
All Marvel characters are © Marvel
Comics.
Kim Possible and other characters
from the show are ©
Disney Co.
I don't own Dark Horse Comics'
characters
either.
Part V
9-24-2006
The
Mano Malo
Bermondsey Docks
Bermondsey Parish
London,
England
The Kitchen
1025 hrs
"So you had PTSD…" Kim.
"Yeah… Strange taught me psychiatric and mystical techniques to handle and eventually conquer the stress…" Ron. "I was SICK of those EXTECH OP BASTARDS poking around inside me… when I left and I swore I'd NEVER let that happen again!"
"…"
"Why didn't you try to find me?" Kim cried.
"KP… It was fear… I was afraid you'd think I was a coward and bailed… And I'm still listed as AWOL…"
"Ron… Fury'll make it right… just give him a chance…" Plaintive Kim.
"No. Not now… We… I'm in the middle of this mission… it'll have to wait 'til after." The Wolf said. "'Sides don't you want to hear the rest of the story?"
"Yeah."
Sheila and Ron resumed telling Kim about how they met…
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3-16-2005
The
Corner of
8th and Mercer St.
Greenwich Village
New York,
NY
Chez Sherman
0900 hrs
"!" "OHHH!" 'My head! God help me, I'll never drink THAT much Asgardian Mead again!'
Sheila had returned to the world of the living…
And realized she wasn't in her bed!
'How…' a wan smile formed, 'Oh yeah… wait I'm still dressed! Damn!' "Sniff!" "Mmmm." 'He's cooking breakfast!' She looked around and saw a Mango smoothie was on the table with a note!
Sheila,
After you drink up and get ready, please do me the honor of joining me for breakfast!
BH
PS: Nothing happened… except for a few minutes of insomnia on my part!
'A gentleman! You struck paydirt girl!' Sheila thought as she belted down the smoothie and RAN into her bath to shower and change.
Afterwards…
'My head's better! I can't let this one get away! Smells good…' Sheila mused as she walked into her kitchen…
To find Bad Hand waiting to seat her at her table so she could feast on…
A repast fit for a queen!
Her table was laden with: Scrambled eggs, Rum Honey Ham, Salmon steaks, Scottish oats, home fries, Potato and Buttermilk biscuits with Maple butter, and homemade strawberry jam!
Sheila was STUNNED!
"Is something wrong? You're a vegan right? Hello?" Bad Hand asked as he walked over to Sheila, took her hand and seated her at the table.
"Uh… I… I've NEVER had anybody go to this much trouble for me…" Sheila managed to say.
"It's my way of saying… Apology accepted…" A Teary Bad Hand said as he knelt down beside her and looked into her eyes.
"For what?" a PERPLEXED Sheila Sherman asked.
"Rufus… and ALL those people Drakken killed…" Ron said to an ashen Sheila.
"You… YOU'RE…"
"yeah. … I'll let myself out… It's cool, I don't hold a grudge… Just live your life and don't FUCK UP this time, 'k?" Ron rose and made to leave…
"WAIT!" Sheila grabbed his hand! "You OWE me!"
"For what?" Ron said as he turned to look at a VULNERABLE Sheila Sherman.
"An explanation…" Sheila said as she rose and faced Ron. "Not that crap you gave me in the Loll… Everything!"
"No. My head's still messed up 'bout some things… Just enj… Stop that…"
"What?" Doe's Eyes AND The Pout.
"That…" Ron closed his eyes, "I'm not looking… I'll make my way to the door… somehow."
"How? You can't see it… and I won't let you leave 'til you tell. Besides the door's on the other side of this floor… You'll trip and break something before you reach it." Sheila said as she Looked at Ron.
"…"
Sheila got an idea…
Leaned in…
And KISSED… Him!
"Wha!" Ron. 'Wha! Yow!' they both thought as they were consumed by FIREWORKS!
"Mmmhh!" they said as they embraced each other.
Finally they came up for air…
"Uh… Why?" Ron asked as he gazed at her.
"Dunno… 'Cause you're the first Man to make me feel like this…" Sheila said as she rested her head on his shoulder and held tight.
"Oh… Food's getting cold." Ron said.
"'k." Sheila said as she led Ron to a chair that sat to her left, and seated Him! "Sir… would you do me the Honor of eating with me this morn?"
"Yes…" Ron quietly said as he watched this exotic woman sit by him and serve him.
"…"
"So where's… Kim?" she asked as she started to load her plate.
"Uh… I went AWOL… while she was coming back from her trial… she probably doesn't want to see me… and it's probably for the best."
"MMMM! Oh My GOD! Where'd you learn to cook like this? IT'S…"
"I've always been able to cook like this since I was little…"
"Does Kim know?" Sheila asked as the ham melted in her mouth.
"Oh yeah… she found out during that time you were training Junior. Kim said she was glad she got to fight you so much since it helped keep the weight off!"
"I know what she means… As you were saying?"
"Oh Yeah! See we went on a rescue mission… To Roxxon's Azores platform and found it was deserted… These Shadows had eaten the crew… Hellboy showed, and got KP and the rest of our guys to safety while I held 'em off with the Lotus blade… He tried to save me too, but it was too late… The Shadows attacked… I've NEVER felt anything that COLD or PAINFUL in my life…" Ron stopped to collect himself…
Sheila scooted her chair next to his and held his Right hand…
"I… The Blade burned them off us… and fused with the stump where my hand had been and with what was left of my arm… It even changed my hair color! Hellboy got me out of there… while I was recovering… He and Kim got whisked off to the Pentagon… while they were gone I went berserk… got tired of folks goin' buggy about my arm and skin and went AWOL…"
"Skin?" Sheila.
"It's an Ultrakevlar graft… self-healing… all over…"
"Oh." Sheila.
"…"
"And?" Sheila.
"I wandered around and was led to Dr. Strange's home…" Ron.
"Stephen Strange?" Quiet Sheila.
"Yeah. You know him?" Puzzled Ron.
"No. My Sister does… He told her it was time for her to step in and give me my chance…" Quieter Sheila.
"Oh."
"You were led to his home? How?" Sheila asked.
"This led me." Ron released his grip, pulled off his glove and rolled up his sleeve to expose his arm.
Sheila was breathless…
"It's…"
"The Ugliest thing you've ever seen?"
"Beautiful! … May I?"
"Uh… sure." '!'
Ron's arm was a living sculpture of eldritch alloy that would have caused Michelangelo to destroy his works and start over.
Sheila stroked his arm. 'It's got hairs, veins, pores just like a real arm!'
"Ha… (snicker) stop! … tickles!" Ron moaned in joy.
"It's warm…" She took his palm and kissed it. Ron went Beetroot!
"Uh, Sheila?" 'Dear God! I… Good! It feels TOO GOOD! Gotta stop!'
"What?" she said as she licked his palm and sucked his fingers.
"Uh could you stop… Please?" Mortified Ron.
"Why?" Sheila asked with a Spark in her eye.
"uh… I'm getting worked up… and… y'know." Blushing Ron.
"…"
"Ok… but you have to spend the day with me… Deal?"
"Deal."
They devoured as much food as they could…
Afterwards…
Sheila led Ron to her Boudoir…
And held him…
While he slept peacefully…
For the first time since the attack.
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3-20-2005
177A
Bleecker Street
Greenwich Village
New York, NY
The Home
of
Dr. Stephen Strange, MD, ThD
Master of the Mystic Arts
1425
hrs
"Knock! Knock!"
Ron stopped his studies of the Book of the Vishanti in the study and went to the door…
He used a ward to check the doorstep and found it was clear!
"?"
Ron opened the door stepped on the stoop and looked around…
"Hmmm." "!" and was surprised to find a Blood Rose with card taped to the door.
'Ok.' Ron checked the rose with a spell, took it into the lobby and closed the door.
"Whatcha got there kid?" Logan asked as he entered the lobby from the kitchen.
"Uh dunno…" Ron opened the card and read…
Ron,
Thanks for
EVERYTHING! Things are dicey workwise, but nothing I can't
handle.
I'd like to see you at my place… TONIGHT!
Sheila
PS: The dress code's sporty casual!
XOXO
Logan LOOKED at Ron.
"What?" Ron.
"Tell me you AIN'T… hangin' with HER." Logan.
"Who?" Ron.
"Sheila Sherman aka Shego, that's who." Logan growled. "I smell her scent on that card."
"So what if I am? You don't see ME bitchin' about you and the White Queen!" The Wolf/Bad Hand growled back, "Oh Logan! More! Harder! Spank me! … Give it a rest dude."
"Watch it… just because yer Strange's pet project don't mean I can't…"
"YOU 'watch it'! Who I go out with is MY business… FUCK OFF!"
"SNICKT!" "HUMMM!" Logan and Bad Hand had popped their claws. Hand's right fist had turned into a large bore gun of some sort, and was aimed at Logan's head, while Logan had popped his claws and found…
He was stuck!
"Something wrong?" Bad Hand asked as his hand returned to normal.
"You… Get me outta this Stoppable!" Logan growled.
"Not me dude… it's the House… Doc cast some spells that work on your 'intent'… if you try to harm someone you're 'frozen'… just drop it and the spell will release ya. Later." Ron went back into the study and got back to work.
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3-20-2005
The
Corner of
8th and Mercer St.
Greenwich Village
New York,
NY
Chez Sherman
2000 hrs
A nervous Ron Stoppable stood in front of the door of one Ms Sheila Sherman and fidgeted…
'I know she said I should wear sporty casual… but I HAD to put on a tie. Glad Logan and I got a chance to make things right… He was just tryin' to help…'
The door opened…
And a Goddess scented with Jasmine, dressed in an Ivory Satin blouse, Designer Jeans, and Black Western boots with Turquoise and Silver trim, answered the door.
"Uh… wow!" Ron said.
"Hi Ron! Would you come in?"
"S… S… Sure!" Ron entered her loft and let her take his coat.
"I'm SO glad you came… I know it's silly but I thought you wouldn't come…" A shy Sheila said to her guest.
"No… I mean I wouldn't miss it for anything!" 'Man she's AWESOME…' Ron thought as he sat on her party couch.
The loft had been redone in a mid-lit Western motif up to and including a circular fireplace and a buffalo skull on the wall!
"Wine?" Sheila asked as she walked over to her bar.
"Uh sure." Ron said as he watched her butt wiggle as she moseyed away.
"Ron." Sheila.
"Yeah…" An entranced Ron Stoppable said.
"Like what you see?" Amused Sheila.
"Yeah… … Huh! What?" Ron snapped out of it long enough to see Sheila watching him as he stared at her ass. BEETROOT.
"I said do you like what you see?" Mischievous Sheila.
"Yes I do. You've got a great… ass." Ron said as he looked her in the eyes, "Sorry for staring… didn't mean to be rude."
"That's ok. I'm flattered. So how are things?" she asked as she curled up on the couch next to Ron.
"They're ok. Strange and the guys have been running me ragged… nothing I can't handle. You?" Ron said as he took in her radiance.
"I'm learning the ins and outs of the paradise the Government calls paperwork… I know that I'll have to leave soon…" she said as she snuggled closer and squeezed his hand.
"Do you know where, or can you say?" Ron asked.
"The Mato Grosso Plateau… there's been some disappearances among the Xavante tribes similar to what you saw on the rig… B.P.R.D. has been called in… they want me to scout around first since I'm a new face, then send in HB, Liz, and some others." Sheila said while looking into Ron's eyes.
Ron's hair rose on the back of his neck. '?' he felt cold. 'Time for some insurance.'
"Hey, can I ask you a question? Uh three really." Hesitant Ron.
"Sure." Sheila said as she curled around Ron.
"Can I put some wards around here… just in case?" Ron.
"Sure."
Ron made a mudra and glowing sigils flew from his hands and merged with the walls of the building.
"Ok #2." Sheila. 'Wow!'
"I'd like to put a ward on you… The Light of Agamotto… just because." Ron.
"Ok… as long as it doesn't hurt."
Ron made a mystic pass while muttering an incantation and…
A Flash of LIGHT merged with Sheila… and faded away.
"Ok Mister… what's it do?" Sheila said with raised eyebrow.
"The Light of Agamotto will protect you from great evil. That's what Strange says. Let's hope you never have to find out."
"Yes… Lets… Ok #3." 'I'm NOT letting him go!' Blushing Sheila.
"And if there's ANY trouble…" Ron said as he startled Sheila by conjuring her phone and magically placing the number inside, "Call me if there's a problem."
"How? Let me guess… Strange?" Sheila said.
"Yeah… with a LOT of hard work… some help from Magik and a few others. Uh I have a fourth question."
"What happened to three?" Sheila said with a smile.
"What's for dinner?" Ron asked.
"Artivada with Pears and Rum Vanilla Ice Cream for desert." Sheila said.
"Really!"
"Yes."
"How do you make your artivada?" Ron asked as he rose, took Sheila's hand and led her into her kitchen.
"Lets see… I use a chile marinade on thin steak strips, cook the steak in a skillet with a fiery chili sauce 'til it forms a glaze, then serve it on a bed of rice topped with salsa and bell peppers. You?"
Ron stopped in his tracks. "WOW!"
Sheila had brought out her good china and set the table for an intimate candlelit dinner.
"Ron…" Sheila said with a smirk, "Your recipe?" Sheila asked as she fed Ron a chunk of pepper.
"Me? I (munch, munch) do the same except I use a blend of tequilas and use Roma tomatoes in the salsa." Ron said as he watched her set their servings on the table.
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Later after dinner…
Ron and Sheila donned their coats and decided to take a walk around the neighborhood…
Ron wrapped his scarf tightly around his face as they walked up the block…
"Cold?" Sheila said as she adjusted the hood on her fur.
"Yeah. You?" Ron.
"I'm ok."
"Clang!"
"?" "You hear that?" Sheila.
"Yeah." The pair ran into an alley…
And came across a mugging!
"Help!" an old man cried.
"SMACK!" "SHADDAP! GIMME YA DAMN MONEY!" a tough said.
"Stay here…" Ron whispered before he crept up on the mugger.
"I don't have anything… I'm just an old man… Please let me go." he cried.
The tough pulled out a knife…
Ron's hand morphed into a cannon…
A blast of blue white energy burned the mugger's knife and hand to a cinder!
The old man's (and Sheila's) eyes got BIG as saucers.
"… AGGGHHH!" the mugger fell to his knees and writhed in pain as he stared at the ashy stump that had been his left hand.
"WHUNK! OHHH!" Bad Hand knocked him senseless with his metal fist, and reached out to the old gentleman.
"Please don't hurt me…"
"It's ok… You're safe now." Bad Hand said as he walked the man out of the alley. "You need to be more careful on the streets at night."
"Yes Sir. I'll do that." The man looked at Bad Hand with gratitude.
Ron went over to Sheila and took her hand.
"What's your name?"
Ron turned and Looked at the old man.
"Bad Hand… I was never here… Go straight home." He growled.
"Yes Sir!" 'Wait 'til I see the grandkids and Mama. They'll NEVER believe this!'
A LEGEND Was Born.
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Later…
Ron and Sheila stood in front of her door…
"I guess this is good night… sorry you had to see that…" Ron said as he looked at the floor and scuffed his feet on her welcome mat.
'Man I was stupid… he's VERY Sweet…' "Ron." Sheila said as she raised his chin and gazed into his eyes, "I'm glad you're ok… that hand of yours saved him…"
"I guess."
"That's the second time that you saved someone with it… The first time was with you and Hellboy… c'mon." she led him inside, hung their coats, kicked off her boots, and sat him on her couch.
Sheila snuggled into Ron's chest.
"I talked to Abe Sapien once… He said that if a person takes adversity on, and uses what they've learned to help others then it was worth the pain."
"Sounds like a cool guy."
"He is. Abe's Hellboy's Best Friend." Sheila sat up and gazed tearily into Ron's eyes. "… and YOU'RE mine… I'm so SORRY about what happened to Rufus… I was an idiot…"
Sheila sobbed into Ron's chest.
Ron Stoppable/Bad Hand held the divine power to change a life in his hands…
And made HIS choice…
"Shhh… Sheila it's ok… I'll be your best friend… Wait here." Ron got up and retrieved a comforter from her bedroom, stripped off his jacket, tie, and boots and curled up with Sheila on her couch.
"Now go to sleep." Ron said as he ran his right hand through her hair.
"'K." Sheila snuggled tightly into Ron and went to sleep.
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3-21-2005
The
Corner of
8th and Mercer St.
Greenwich Village
New York,
NY
Chez Sherman
0800 hrs
"Rise and shine sleepy heads!" A woman's voice barked.
'What!' Due to trained reflexes Ron formed a sigil and a shield formed around him and Sheila.
Sheila stirred… and sat up.
Ron's eyes cleared to see…
Johann Kraus
Abe Sapien
And
Liz Sherman…
The members of…
B.P.R.D. Team Two…
Standing before them.
"Mornin'." Sheila said to Ron as she stretched. "Don't worry about it… it's just Liz and her guys."
"Oh. Sorry." Ron deactivated the spell, and walked past Abe and Johann to get some juice from the kitchen.
"So who's your friend?" Liz asked.
"None of your biz Sis, but if you must know… he's a friend of your old Buddy… Strange. What do you want… and why don't you knock? Just because you have a key doesn't mean…" Sheila was on a tear.
'Arm tingled and twitched when I stood next to them, hmmm.' Ron looked on as Sheila and Liz talked, and formed a shield against Abe and Johann's powers.
"We have an ID." Abe said as he handed a satellite photo to Sheila.
The picture showed a young Victorian woman walking through a decimated village on the Mato Grosso plateau.
"The perp's someone that we have to go by the numbers on… They're ultra lethal due to their breaking free from the Ogdru and forging their OWN path through the Dark Realms. We think she's come out of hiding due to the Azores incident." Liz said.
"Who?" Sheila asked with dread.
"The Queen of Spiders." Johann said.
End Part V