I do not own Kim Possible.

Familiar Bickering

Every slam of a cell door rattled the nerves of the two teenagers further. They slid against the wall until they were sitting on the floor, their knees tucked against their chests. The villains they fought on a frequent basis filed past, not sparing them a glance, and Ron found himself holding his breath.

"You owe me a pudding, Shego!"

"Give it up, Dr. D. I'm telling you it was an accident!"

"So it just happened to explode all over Dementor by accident?"

"Vat was not cool!" Dementor shouted as he was escorted into the cell directly to the left of the teens.

Shego snickered. "He had it coming."

A muffled sound came from Ron and Kim turned her head slightly. He had his hands pressed firmly over his mouth, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Kim hastily looked away and bit down on her knuckle to prevent herself from breaking into giggles. The utter ridiculousness of the situation descended upon her and it suddenly became difficult to keep her composure.

"I vill destroy you!" said Dementor furiously.

"Riiight," drawled Shego. "I'm so scared."

"I can take you!"

"Please, Dementor. Shego would've destroyed you in mere seconds. Don't flatter yourself."

All humour fled Kim and Ron as the British, mutant monkey man appeared. They could only watch helplessly as a guard escorted Monkey Fist into his cell and clanked the door firmly shut behind him.

"Oh, shut up!"

Monkey Fist smirked and shifted his head. For a second, his eyes roamed over the two figures in the cell across from his. But then he did a double-take, his eyes tripling in his size and his jaw falling open. Ron frantically made a shushing gesture but he was not heeded as Monkey Fist shouted, "Kim Possible?!"

The shout rang clear from one end of the block to the other. Ron groaned and Kim sent him a disbelieving look. "Did you really think that would work?"

"I thought I'd give it a shot," he muttered.

"I gotta see this!"

Shego's face appeared in the window and Ron yelped, clinging to Kim's arm. The redhead eyed Shego warily, not liking the sharp grin that formed on her lips and the delight that shone in her eyes.

"The buffoon is here too!" Shego cackled. "Oh, this is too good!"

"I have a name," cried Ron in annoyance. "Ron Stoppable, people."

"I wouldn't get too excited," warned Kim. "It's not a permanent sitch."

"Neither is mine," returned Shego, her smile turning even more cat-like.

"What are ye doing here?" Killigan demanded, his face appearing in the other window.

"I vant to see!" Dementor snapped, struggling to push the Scottish man out of the way.

"Oh, great, we have Killigan and Dementor as neighbours!" wailed Ron.

"Okay, not a zoo display here!" Kim stood and pulled the metal privacy slats closed, blocking them from gawking. "I lost a bet, okay? I have to spend a week here and trust me, I am not happy about it. I just want to get through it without any trouble."

Drakken gave a derisive snort. "You should have thought of that before you tossed us in here."

Murmurs of agreement followed the mad scientist's statement. Kim smirked. "I don't see how that's my fault. If you were better, you wouldn't be defeated and you wouldn't be here."

"Nggrrkkk! Aagghh!" Drakken struggled and failed to come up with a rebuttal and he could practically picture the smug, sassy expression on her face. "Well, at least I don't get beat by the buffoon like some people!" he finally spluttered angrily.

"I have a name!" shouted Ron.

Monkey Fist glowered at the blonde, his paws clutching his bars tightly, as if he were imagining them to be Ron's throat. "The buffoon is starting to master Mystical Monkey Power faster than I expected! I wasn't properly prepared! At least I've never been caught in a dress!"

"Three letters! R-O-N."

"It's not a dress!" roared Dementor. "It's a housecoat!"

"A what?" whispered Kim.

"Man, I don't know, they're weird," said Ron grumpily.

The insults were exchanged at a rapid-fire pace until the guard finally came and hollered at them to quiet down. Kim was very grateful for the privacy slats, because at least she only had to contend with the ferocious glaring of Monkey Fist.

"Where do you think his cellmate is?" whispered Ron.

"Do you want to know?"

"No. I actually have some ideas. None of which I want to think about." Ron crawled into his bed and yanked the blanket over his ears. "Wake me up when the week is over."

"Ron, it's only been an hour."

"Cheese and crackers, when will this nightmare end!"

Kim rolled her eyes and jumped slightly when a fist slammed into the window. "Princess, what bet did you lose?" demanded Shego.

"I so don't want to talk about it," said Kim feelingly.

"Well, you can either tell me now, or you're not getting any sleep tonight. And let me give you a piece of advice—you want to last in here, you're gonna need your sleep."

"The guards won't allow that," said Kim with a snort.

"Oh, I'm not going to be loud enough to bother the whole block. Just you, Kimmie," said Shego silkily.

Kim had half a mind to tell Shego that all she had to do was press a button and guards would come running to her side. But the smarter part of her told her to keep her mouth shut. They wouldn't consider it a threat—they would just begrudge her the special privilege she had that they didn't.

"Someone on my squad was giving me a hard time, so I bet if she could flip up to the rafters in the gymnasium, I'd let her rework the cheer routine."

"And what does that have to do with you being in this dump?" asked Drakken in confusion.

"I may have added some extra stipulations," said Kim stiffly. "Like her carrying my books. And if she won, which she did, obvs, she wanted me to spend a week here."

"You agreed?" asked Dementor, aghast. "Are you crazy?"

"I thought I would win," muttered Kim.

Shego cackled. "You know, I think I like this girl."

"I do too, some days."

"Not today?" guessed Ron, still burrowed in his blanket.

"Definitely not today."