TRADING PLACES
WARNING: This is a rated M KIGO fic. If you know what this means, and you're offended by it, leave. If you
don't know, it's where Kim and Shego are involved. If you're offended now, leave. If you're offended by foul
language, get the hell out. If you're still here, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible or any related properties. They are copyright the Disney Corporation and are
used without permission.
Author's Notes: I've taken some liberties with the characters. Please bear with me. Thank you.
While Shego has had some difficulty making her way into Kim's life, Kim is also having some difficulty just
making it into Drakken's lair to begin her time as 'Shego'...
Chapter 2: Life as a villainess isn't all bad...
"I hate this... I hate this..." Kim says, almost in a mantra as she makes her way into the secret lair. It had literally
taken her hours just to make her way there after her hovercraft crashed, and then she had to fight her way through
security and break into the facility. And for what, she asked herself. Just for somewhere to sleep until the next time
Drakken's experiment explodes and takes a lair with it? She crawls through the air vents and eventually comes to a
promising vent. She peers out and sees it's over an empty corridor. "Good." She says, opens the grate, and slips out,
dropping to the floor silently. She carefully moves to the end of the hall, only to be stopped by the sound of a nasally
voice.
"Shego... what are you doing?" Drew Lipski—aka Doctor Drakken—is standing at the far end of the hall, behind her
back. She stands upright and turns to face him, her face a dangerous scowl which makes him gulp with trepidation.
She stalks over to him and he takes a couple steps backward, but is far too little, far too late to escape her.
"Drakken!" She barks and he jerks. "Do you have any idea what sort of shit I went through getting in here? I had to
climb a mountain, cross a river and a crevasse, dodge past two dozen laser turrets, then open an air vent and climb
through thoroughly disgusting air conditioner vents. Ugh! When is the last time you got those cleaned out, by the
way? They were horrible! Look at me! I'm a mess! My hair is atrocious, my clothing is filthy, and I think I might
have broken a nail in there!"
He stares at her, mouth agape as he fishes for something to say.
"You know what? I'm going to go to my room and spend the next few hours soaking in a bubble bath. And God
help you if you try to talk to me before I get out of there." She says and then looks off to the side for a moment
before looking back at him.
"It's down the green hall, third door on the left." He says quietly.
"What?" She asks sharply.
"The lair was renovated since Kim last blew it up, and your room got moved." He says, nervous.
"First of all, why did you feel it was necessary to tell me where my room is? And second, why did you move my
room when it was just fine where it was before?" She asks.
"I thought you might want to know so you didn't walk into the training room, get very angry at me, and then unleash
all sorts of hurt on me. And your room got moved to make room for the new training area and to give you a bigger
bathroom since I knew you liked to relax in the tub." He says, showing uncharacteristic intelligence and generosity.
"Oh." She says, surprised. "Thanks." She turns, and walks off.
"Uh... Shego..." He says, and she stops, turning back to him.
"What?"
"Why didn't you just use the front entrance?" He asks.
"I didn't have the code for the door, Doi." She says and he nods. She then turns and walks off, leaving him in her
wake as she moves, stalking past henchmen and guards on her way, the men in red quickly hugging the wall as she
passes as they know her reputation. As she reaches the green hall, she looks around and raises an eyebrow. Drakken
wasn't kidding when he said it was the green hallway. From the green tiled floor to the green painted walls and
ceiling, even to the green light bulbs in the fixtures.
"Pardon us." A man says behind her, and she turns to look at two men who are dressed in black and who are
carrying a black and green couch between them.
"Do you know who I am?" Kim asks.
"Yes, Miss Shego, we do." He says.
"And you're not afraid of me?"
"Honestly, not at the moment since I've not done anything to make you angry. All I said was 'pardon us' as we're
here to deliver this couch to your room." He says plainly and she looks at him for a long moment before nodding
slowly, a smile blossoming on her lips. He stares at her, becoming more and more unnerved by the sight of the
smiling green woman.
"You two look like men who could do with a little extra money... am I right?"
"Well... it's always nice to have extra income..." The man says. "But we don't want to do anything to lose our jobs."
"Don't worry about that. I've got control of Drakken." She says. "Now get a move on with that couch. I want to take
a bath, and I don't want henchmen in my room while I'm in the tub."
"Yes ma'am." The man says as she steps to the side, letting them walk past with the large couch. She follows
moments later, a smile on her lips as she plots silently. They walk to a door, and the man inserts a key into it before
punching in a code into a nearby panel. He opens the door and they walk inside easily, the door wider than standard
sizes it seems. She follows them in, then glances around the room and immediately sees a good spot for it.
"Right over there looks good." She says, and the men look at each other before looking at her.
"Yes ma'am." The man says, and carries her couch over where she had indicated, setting it down and looking over
at her. She smiles and nods her approval.
"What is your name?" Kim asks.
"Levi Katz."
"James McCormick."
"I'll come for you two later. Thank you for what you've done so far. You're dismissed." She says calmly and they nod
before leaving. She walks through the room, slowly stripping off the soiled body suit as she moves, her hands
stroking along the skin-tight outfit sensuously. She unfastens the catch which holds the panel that crosses from her
right hip to just on the outside of her left breast then back to her right shoulder, pulling it back and finding a second
opposing panel which comes off in the opposite direction. She unfastens this, finding several hidden pockets on both
panels. She then unzips the suit, the zipper ending just above her bikini-line, the feeling of the relatively cold air in
the room seeking out her newly uncovered skin which was kept warm by the snug suit.
Kim slowly pulls open the suit, enjoying the cooling sensation as she does. She walks to a dresser and puts her foot
up casually, running her hands along her boot and finding a hidden zipper which she pulls down, releasing her foot
from its captivity. She puts her boot off to the side, taking off the second one and putting it with its mate and stands
there, enjoying the feeling of the cool floor on her stocking-clad feet. She slides off her gloves and sets them on the
dresser, making a mental note to have them cleaned as she then pulls her suit off her shoulders, her eye catching
motion off to the side. She glances over, and sees she's staring at... herself. A large mirror is situated against one
wall, and she sees she's looking at herself in profile.
"Well, why not?" She says to herself, and then slowly turns, a coy smile on her face. She slowly pushes the suit off
her shoulders more, the outfit now resting atop her breasts where she holds it, her hands crossing her chest as she
stares at herself. She then slides her hands down, the outfit following as it slides, traveling along her body like a
second skin, lighting up every nerve it passes. She shivers as her breasts are uncovered; her nipples already aroused
by the sight of the slowly bared body in the mirror and further more by the cold air. She slips the suit off her arms,
letting them dangle around her legs as the suit hugs her hips and legs still, but has left her upper torso bared. She
runs her hands up and down her sides as she stares at herself, eyes wide with wonderment. She leisurely moves her
hands up and cups her breasts, feeling the weight in her hands and how sensitive they are to even this movement.
She gradually strokes up and around the beautiful lime-colored swells, her hands barely brushing her incredibly
sensitive nipples and making her inhale with a sharp whistling sound. She lets her hands glide down to her side after
this and she stares at the beautiful form for a long moment before reaching down, her hands resting on the fabric.
"Here goes nothing." She says to herself, and then pushes down the fabric over her hips and down her legs. She
slides it from one ankle, then the other and kicks it off to the side before looking back up and taking in the sight.
Shego's body is beautiful and well toned. From the swell of her breasts to her narrow, toned waist to her flared hips
and toned legs, her body is a beautiful hourglass shape. One thing that Kim notes with some interest is that Shego is
completely hairless below her eyebrows. As she thinks this, she feels a strange sensation almost like an electric
thrill, pass through her. She shakes her head, and then walks through the room and into the bathroom where she
finds a large tub sitting next to a large shower enclosure that has dozens of shower heads in it.
"Wow. It looks like someone likes a good shower and a nice tub." She says as she walks into the enclosure and eyes
the controls for a moment. She pushes a button, and feels warm water strike her body from wall-mounted sprayers,
starting at her feet and working upward until they reach neck-level. Then several overhead sprayers engage with
warm water deluging down like a tropical rain storm. She looks at the display and sees the showerheads which are
operational are lit up with small numbers next to them. After a moment, she notices that a second number has
appeared next to them and that the first number is climbing. This coordinates with a rise in the temperature of the
water.
"Deluxe..." She says, grinning. "Spanking..."
ONE HOUR LATER...
Kim steps out of the shower and walks over to the tub, touching a control on the wall as she does. She steps into the
tub just as water begins flowing in and she smiles as she feels the leading edge of the water is warm and soothing.
She sits down, the cold porcelain of the tub making her jump, but within moments, the water has reached the head of
the tub, heating the porcelain enough to let her sit down. After five minutes, the water slows and ceases with a few
drops. Kim leans against the tub wall, closing her eyes and relaxing in the heat of the water as it seeps into her. She
slowly opens her eyes, smelling lavender and vanilla and noticing that the lights have dimmed and soft lights are
flickering, looking almost like candle light. She smiles and chuckles softly.
"Spoiled..." Kim says with a smile. "Just spoiled... guess this makes up for the maintenance..." She closes her eyes,
and relaxes once more.
TWO HOURS LATER...
Kim climbs out of the water, her skin feeling more than a bit pruned from the constant immersion in the water but
her body feeling more relaxed than she had since she had been called about Drakken's Sonic Disruptor. She takes a
soft towel and dries her body before wrapping it around her hair and walking back into her new quarters where she
picks up a soft black terrycloth robe that she pulls on, taking the towel from her hair and fluffing it up a bit before
walking to her closet and gazing into it. As she looks in, she hears a knock at the door and sighs. She walks over to it
and opens it, seeing a henchman standing there.
"Forgive me for bothering you, Miss Shego, but Doctor Drakken would like to see you." He says. She looks at him
for a long moment, noticing that he's becoming increasingly nervous at her silence.
"Fine, lead the way." She says and he stares at her, dumbfounded. "I said walk!"
"Yes ma'am!" He says, then steps back, turns, and walks down the hall, feeling as if he were being followed by
death incarnate and knowing that it is far, far worse than that. He leads her through the halls, her eyes scanning left
and right as she moves, taking in all the sights as she walks along, mentally cataloguing everything she sees. As he
leads her to a door, he opens it and steps back.
"Thank you." She says and walks inside. Doctor Drakken looks up from a computer terminal he was studying and
freezes seeing her standing there, her hair still wet from her bath, her body clad in naught but a black terrycloth robe.
"What is it, Doctor D?"
"She... Shego... what are you wearing?" He asks, stuttering as he speaks.
"It's a robe, doi. You caught me as I was about to get dressed. Now, what do you want?" She demands to know.
"You sent a henchman to fetch me, so it had better be good."
"I wanted to know if you would like to join me for dinner..." He says.
She stares at him for a long moment, and then rolls her eyes.
"Nothing fancy, just dinner and I'm going to bed. I'm damned tired and I need my beauty sleep." She says. "When
do you want to eat?"
"Well... the chef is actually ready now... I didn't want to disturb you while you were in the bath... but he said that if
he waited longer, that it would ruin the meal and I didn't want to disappoint you." Drew says. Kim sighs heavily and
nods to him.
"Where's it at?" She asks.
"It's out on a new observation deck I had installed while this lair was being rebuilt." He says. "I'll show you the
way."
He walks to a door and opens it, stepping through and holding it open for her. She walks through after him, and
after five minutes of walking through halls, they exit out onto a large veranda with a commanding view of the scenery,
and with a table set for two, complete with short taper candles which are already lit and a bottle of wine waiting for
them. He walks over and pulls out the chair for her, letting her sit down and fix her robe ever so slightly before
helping slide the chair forward a bit. She crosses her legs, fixing her robe once more as she watches him walk over
and sit down, looking nervous. A henchman wearing black slacks, a white shirt, and a black vest with a white towel
tossed over his left arm walks out and lifts the bottle carefully, holding it up for her to look at.
"Here we have a Château Haut-Brion vintage two thousand and three. Would you like a sample?" He asks, and she
nods. He pours a bit of the red wine into the glass, and she swirls it around gently, mentally thanking her mother she
had signed her up for international etiquette classes through the school. She sniffs the wine a bit, and then sips it,
noting the complexity of the wine and enjoying how while it is a bold wine, it still retains its delicacy and finer
points. She looks at the henchman and nods her approval, putting down her glass for him to fill it.
"I take it we'll be eating red meat?" She asks, and Doctor Drakken nods.
"Kobe Chateaubriand," He says. "Prepared just how you like it."
Kim hums at this, eyeing the doctor carefully as she lifts her wine glass, now half-full of the rose colored liquid and
takes a gentle sip, all the while her eyes never leaving him.
"The chateaubriand cut of Kobe beef, quite an expensive cut, isn't it?" She asks, and he nods once more. "How
much was it?"
"I don't really think that's important..." He says.
"Drew, I asked you a question." She says, startling herself with the firmness in her voice and startling him with the
use of his name. "How much did the steak cost?"
"It was six hundred dollars." He says.
"And the wine cost how much? And don't say it was cheap, because I know that it was anything but considering
you're serving it with a six hundred dollar cut of beef."
"The wine was five hundred dollars for the bottle." He says. "Why do you want to know?"
"I want to know because I want to know how much you are spending on me. Now I want to know why you are
spending so much on me." She says. "What is it you're trying to make amends for?" He stares at her for a long
moment, afraid to speak. She sets down the glass, and leans forward a bit, her pose both erotic and terrifying at the
same time. "I asked you a question, Drew." She asks; her voice low and husky yet still with a hint of steel.
He gulps heavily, and then looks at the table. "I shot you... back at the last lair... I was trying to shoot Kim but I hit
you as well... and I thought..."
"You thought you could win my forgiveness by wining and dining me? By paying well over one thousand dollars on
a meal and by treating me like you would your fiancée?"
"Wait... Treating you like my fiancée?" He asks, confused.
"I tell you I'm going to take a long bath, and you stay away for as long as possible until the meal you requested
couldn't wait any longer, then you risk death and/or dismemberment in calling for me to join you on the veranda for
a candlelight dinner on a beautiful moonlit night on a tropical island. The meal is prepared, just as you admitted, as I
prefer it and you've been on your best behavior the entire time. So yeah, I'd say you sure sound like you're taking
your fiancée out on a date or taking your angry wife out to make amends." She says, and he looks down at the table,
his face unreadable.
"Shego, we've been through a lot over the past few years... sure, we've had our rocky points like when Motor Ed
broke you out and you left me to rot in prison with Frugal Lucre and such... but I've always seen us as a team..." He
says, trailing off to collect his thoughts. She stares at him, her eyes wide with shock at what she's hearing and her
mind racing a mile a minute as she thinks of just where his train of thought is going. "I've always seen the two of us
working together, a team, two halves of a single entity..."
She pushes back her chair and stands, picking up her wine glass as she does before she walks over to the veranda
railing and looking out at the scenery before her. He stands slowly and walks over as well, stopping a few feet back
from her.
"What I'm trying to say, Shego..." Drew says.
"Don't." She says coldly, stopping him in his tracks.
"What?" He asks.
"If you're going to confess your love for me, don't. It's not worth your time or effort." She says, and he stares at her,
confusion reigning on his face until a moment of clarity strikes him.
"Shego, do you want to know how I see you?" He asks, and she glances at him casually.
"Be mindful of what you say." She warns.
"I see you the same way I see Katarina." He says, and she blinks, confused. "I love her dearly, and I would go to the
end of the earth to help her because of that. And that's the same reason I've done this for you. I care deeply about
you, Shego, and I wanted to make amends for what I've done. That's why I've been so nice, and why I've been
doing so much for you." He turns and looks out at the scenery as well, lifting his wine glass to his lips and taking a
sip before continuing. "I remember years ago, I had been working in my lab with Katarina, and we had been
arguing. I don't even remember what we were arguing about..." He chuckles softly, the nostalgia washing over him
as he speaks softly, the scene very strange and disorienting to Kim who silently observes him. "We had been
arguing, each of us holding that we were right, and then in the heat of the moment, I said something which I still
regret saying. Three words—three little words—almost killed her. 'I hate you.' You should have seen her face,
Shego. If I had stabbed her in the heart at that moment, the shock would have been less apparent."
"Did you?" Kim asks.
"Did I mean it? I suppose at the moment, I did, but as soon as the words left my lips and I realized what I had said
and what the damage I did was, no." He says. "She stared at me, her beautiful crystal blue eyes filled with tears, and
then she turned and ran out of the lab. I gave chase, trying to catch her, but she was too fast. I searched for four
hours, checking all her usual haunts, but couldn't find her. As I passed a store, I saw a small bear wearing a small
tuxedo and holding a box of Swiss chocolates in its arms. I stared at the bear for a long time before I walked in and
bought it."
"Why?" She asks.
"She loved teddy bears, always had, especially those in cute outfits. And she loved Swiss chocolates, so I thought it
would be perfect for her. After another thirty minutes of searching, I gave up and went home. And do you know
what I found there?"
"Katarina." Kim says softly.
"Katarina was crying in mama's arms. I never felt so bad in my life. Mama looked at me, and I thought that I was
going to die... in fact, I wanted to, but a bigger part of me refused to, knowing I had to live to make amends.
'Katarina?' I said, but she didn't respond so I stepped closer to her and spoke louder. 'Katarina? Can I talk to you?' I
asked. Her crying slowed but she didn't turn to face me, so I spoke once more. 'Katarina, please, can I talk to you?'
What happened next, I didn't expect."
FLASHBACK...
Drew Lipski stands there for a moment which seems to stretch on to eternity, and then Katarina turns, her face a
mask of pain and anger and hatred.
"I HATE YOU!" She screams, her voice dripping venom. "I HATE YOU! GO TO HELL YOU BASTARD!"
He stares at her, his heart feeling heavier by the moment, and then he holds out the bear.
"Katarina, I'm sorry... I... I shouldn't have said that because I didn't mean it... when I said it, I was hurting and
wanted to hurt you... but I was wrong to do that... Katarina... I love you so much... I don't want us to end like this...
not on a bad note..." He says.
"So you bought me a bear?" She asks, incredulous.
"No."
"Then why do you have a bear?" She asks.
"I have it because I wanted to buy it for you." He says. "Not because I hurt you... it's because I wanted to make you
happy. If you want to hate me, fine. But I want you to be happy, at least for a little bit. I know you like bears in
snazzy little outfits, and you love Swiss chocolate..."
"So you bought it for me." She says, softly. "Because you were thinking of me..."
He nods, feeling a lump growing in his throat and not trusting his own voice not to fail him.
"Drew... what you said really hurt... it hurt a lot... and it will take me a long time for the wound to heal... but that
doesn't mean I don't still love you... I'm sorry I said what I did to you... I was angry too... and I shouldn't have
exploded at you..." She says softly, then walks over and takes the bear from him. She sets it on a table, then turns
back to him and embraces him tenderly. "I love you, Drew."
"I love you too, Katarina." He says, holding her close.
END FLASHBACK...
"That was the closest I ever came to losing her, and it almost killed mama knowing her children almost parted ways
under such horrible circumstances. But now we're closer than ever, and I don't think that anything will be able to
come between us." Drew says. "Now do you see what I am saying and why I'm doing what I'm doing?"
"Yes." She says softly. "I do."
A man walks out onto the veranda with a cart that is topped with a serving tray that is covered by a sterling silver
lid. They walk over, and Doctor Drakken once more pulls out Kim's seat for her to let her sit before pushing her
back in. He then walks over and sits down as well and the man uncovers the tray, displaying two beautifully
prepared cuts of beef on two eloquently embellished serving plates which he lifts and gently sets before them.
"Bon appétit." He says.
"Merci." Kim says, and Drew inclines his head to the cook who walks off. They eat in silence, the heaviness of the
revelations she had been exposed to and the mood of the night keeping conversation at bay. As they finish, a
henchman walks out and busses the table quietly before walking off. A moment later, the chef walks out pushing a
cart which he stops and lifts, revealing two deserts waiting for them. He places them on the table, and then bows and
walks away. They eat their deserts in silence before standing simultaneously. "Good night, Drew." Kim says.
"Good night, Shego." Drew says.
"Oh, one thing before I go to bed... if anyone comes knocking at my door before I wake up when I'm well and ready
to wake up, they're going to have one hell of a headache once they regain consciousness. Good night, Drew." She
says, and makes her way back through the maze of halls back to her room, passing henchmen who stare at her as she
walks past. As she enters her room, she sighs heavily and walks over to her bed, pulling back the covers. "I wonder
how Shego is holding up..." She removes her robe and slides beneath the cover, enjoying the feeling of the very fine
silk sheets against her body. She draws the covers back up, lays her head on the pillow, closes her eyes, and
promptly falls asleep.
End of Chapter 2.