October 14th

Drakken's Lair

The mad blue doctor walked into his kitchen, cozy in light blue pajamas. The pajama-clad scientist had dozens of lama prints covering his sleep pants and shirt. He had bags under his eyes, signaling he had just woken up. He opened the cupboard to hunt for some coffee, only to find an absence of the morning beverage. He groaned in annoyance as he began to look in other parts of the kitchen. But still, nothing.

"Shego!" Drakken yelled, calling for his assistants help. But he didn't hear her yell back or even the sound of her feet clacking on the tile. He groaned again, as he began to tear apart nearly the entire kitchen. He even checked in the refrigerator. More than once.

"Shego! Where is all the coffee?" He yelled again with his high-pitched voice. But once again, there was only silence. "Shego?" He finally questioned loudly.

If she was trying to sleep, he knew right then and there she was going to tear him a new one if he made her get out of bed.

"Sheg—

"If I hear you call my name one more time I'm gonna break those little baby hands!" His yelling was cut off by the snarky female voice. Drakken began to yell in protest, but froze with his mouth open. The then brought his hands up and looked at them with offense. His face dropped to a frown as he hesitated to call for her again.

He finally heard a door slam, knowing she was on her way to him. The sound of her feet began to increase as she got closer.

He watched as she entered the kitchen wearing her own sleep wear. It was a tad skimpier than necessary, but to her it was comfy. She wore a bright green top that revealed her stomach, and showed a strangely large amount of cleavage. And her pajama pants were a black and green combo with different patterns covering it front and back. Her raven hair wasn't as organized as it usually was, it has almost puffy with hair sticking up in every direction. And her eyes shared the same bags as Drakken's, only except hers also showed her anger.

"Have you checked the cupboards." She said sternly, as she walked past him. "Yes, I have." He answers back with the same attitude she gave him, getting a glare from the pale woman. She did exactly what he did and scrambled through the entire kitchen to find the coffee grounds. It was starting to irritate her so early in the morning that she felt her fists ignite with her usual glowing green plasma.

"Forget it, I'll check in my lab." Drakken threw his hands up and complained like a child. He walked away from the kitchen, hearing Shego curse to herself as she searches even more places.

He paced to his spooky staircase and flicked the stair lights on. As he made his way down the steps, he noticed something smelt weird. And it wasn't him, so he knew it had to be something in the lab. "Ew. What is that stench?" He then closed his nostrils with his thumb and index finger. He then picked up his pace down the stairs to make sure it wasn't anything important.

"God! Shut the door, that horrible smell is making its way into the kitchen!" He then heard Shego's voice echo through the lair. He rolled his eyes as he continued downstairs, and finally reach the floor. He frantically began feeling around on the wall for the switch.

He finally felt the small switch in the wall with his palm. He quickly flipped it up so he could finally find the source of the horrible smell.

"Now what is that horrible— GASP!" He completely froze where he stood, as he stared at his lab. His gasp was so loud, it even caught his lovely assistant's attention.

"Now what? Did you fall down the damn stairs again?" He heard Shego sarcastically yell in annoyance again. She stormed over to the stairs, and walked down to where Drakken stood in his pajamas.

"Did you find any of the coffee or wha—

The raven-haired sidekick stopped. She dropped the empty coffee pail in her hand, echoing throughout the lab. They both stood in awe, looking at the outrageous sight.

The entire laboratory, was trashed. Smoke emitted from every other object, while glass and destroyed equipment covered most of the floor. Cords and wires sparked everywhere while large green puddles leaked out of some destroyed glass tubes.

"B-but..." Drakken dropped to his knees, completely heartbroken. A small thing in front of him caught his eye as he looked around. When he looked down in front of his knees, he saw the head of one of his Lil Diablos. It was cracked down the middle of the face, with one of its eyes popping out.

"Not my Diablo.." He sounded like he was about to start sobbing.

"Oh for the love of God Dr. D! Suck it up! You've had entire lairs destroyed by that bratty teenager! And you're here crying over one lab?" Shego rolled her eyes.

Drakken continued to ignore her as he got back to his feet. He slowly walked around his destroyed lab, a permanent frown on his face. Even Shego had to admit, this was the worst she'd ever seen any of his labs. He was probably so tore up over it because this was his main lair. And he always kept them nice and clean. It didn't phase her cold soul in the least, but she did still feel kind of bad for her boss.

"Who did this.." She finally heard him speak. But his voice was so much deeper—so much angrier, that she almost didn't recognize it.

She watched him walk over to the man-sized glass tubes, and noticed they all took the worst of the damage. Almost as if someone destroyed them in a fit of rage. Those tubes were used to create Drakken's old Synthodrones before he hired human henchmen. Hell, he hadn't even used those tubes in years. Not since the whole Syntho-Eric fiasco.

He reached down and felt some of the thick green goo on the floor, and clenched it in his fists. It quickly ran through the wrinkles of his blue hands and back down to the floor.

As he examined the destroyed station, he saw something peculiar on one of the tubes—or what was left of it. On the inside of the center tube, looking like scratches. Indebted so deep into the glass, that a mere touch of the sharp edges would shatter the rest of the tube. Drakken easily ran his fingers along the cuts, before he realized something. He slowly backed up, and got a better view of the marks. It was almost if... they spelt something.

Drakken gasped lightly, as he read what the combines scratches said.

"NEVER AGAIN"

It was scratched in all caps with huge, distorted letters.

"Who ever did this, really really doesn't like you." Shego said, as she joined his side to stare at the phrase.

"No.." Drakken spoke darkly.

"Who ever did this... is going to regret ever stepping foot into my lair."

Ron sat in his room with one of his best friends. They each had a gaming controller in hand as they plowed through zombies on his tv screen.

"Crap! There goes my last life." Felix said, as he calmly sat his controller next to him.

"It's all good, dude. It's almost 1:00 anyway, about time to head over to Kim's." Ron said while he shut down the game from his remote. He stood up and took Felix's controller from him and sat them both next to his gaming console.

"Yeah I need to run on home anyway. Well, not run but fly." He said with a smile, followed by a short moment of chuckling from the two.

"So, you two've been doing pretty well huh?" Felix asked, as he moved his modified wheelchair forward. "Pretty well as in..?" Ron questioned cluelessly as he turned the tv off.

"As in your dating life, goofball. Everyone's impressed at how well you guys work together." He replied.

"Well you know we have had a whole childhood full of practice."

"True, but you didn't have to worry about college then." Felix said as the two started out the door. "What's there to worry about college?" Ron asked.

"I mean Kim is qualified to go to college almost anywhere. Anywhere in the world. What about you, have you started applying for college?" Felix asked back.

As they continued to walk through the living room, Ron froze as he began train of thought. Felix could see it in his face, how hard he was thinking.

"Well I'll just let you get on that, wise guy. Catch up with ya later." He patted his blonde friend on the back, and finally hovered out the door.

Possible Residence

"KimmieCub, we're about to head out!" The esteemed James Timothy Possible yelled from the living room of his household. The young redhead walked down the stairs, getting a view of her mother and father at the front door. As she approached her parents, she stopped as she saw their attire.

"Oh. Em. Gee. What are you wearing." Kim said with a slight smirk and an open jaw—her hand propped up on her hip.

"Your father and I were invited to a Halloween party with the Stoppables." Ann said happily. "I thought this was a dinner party? Ya know, suits and dresses and all?" She questioned, still in awe at the disturbing sight.

"When we said dress up party, this is what I meant Kimberly. You are more than welcome to join us!" She said with her usual bright smile, one that rivaled even that of her daughter's. "Yeah that's gonna have to be a hard pass mom. It's my Ron night." She quickly dropped the first excuse off the top of her head. She wasn't lying, Ron was on his way. But in no way did she want to be seen with her parents in costumes.

"Well if you happen to change your mind, we'll be at the Galleria across town!" Her mom finally exited outside the door. James was about to follow, but barely creaked the door open just a smidge. "Stay outta trouble! And if the twins call you better pick up." James said sternly, staring his daughter in the eye. "Bye KimmieCub! Have fun!" His mood instantly changed as he finally shut the door.

"Hiya Ronald." Kim then heard his voice muffled through the door.

"Hey Mr. Dr P—Mrs. Dr. P!" Another voice greeted the two parents as they walked to their vehicle. The door reopened seconds after, revealing her favorite squeamish blonde teenager.

"Yo, since when were your parents Dracula and Elvira?" The boy asked, as his face almost looked mortified. "It was a costume invitational." Kim gave herself a facepalm, having to explain the embarrassment to Ron.

"But I thought it was a dress up party?"

"That's what I said."

"Oh. So that explains why my parents left dressed like a cop and a prisoner. But for some reason the handcuffs my dad had were pink and fuzzy—

The teen stopped, as he and Kim made the same facial expression.

"Oh my god grossssss." Ron said with a long drawn out last word.

"Anyway... now that we have an entire night to ourselves, any ideas on what you want to do?" Kim said, immediately trying to stir the conversation away from his parent's sensual desires.

"I mean... I've got one idea." Ron nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Kim saw the slight red on his face, and intense stare in his eye. Realizing what he was referring to, she finally let a small grin crawl across her face.

15 Minutes Later

The blonde teen swiftly but easily slammed the bright redhead on the living room couch, their lips passionately smacking with one another. With her quickly reflexes, she quickly pulled him down on to the couch with her, and pulled him underneath her. Her hands and legs quickly began to wrap around him while she felt him grab her waist.

Within seconds, Kim felt the warm tips of his fingers begin to glide under her top. They easily began to ride up her torso, removing her shirt in the process. This alone made the teen's feelings skyrocket but just the touch of his fingers on her skin. Her shirt was finally fully removed and thrown on the floor next to them.

Her nails began to dig into boy's back from under his arms. His shirt began to lift from his body as well, quickly being ripped from his torso by the overpowering emotions of the redheaded teen.