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.
Now that Shego has infiltrated Kim's home life... she has another challenge to deal with: High School...
Chapter 3: School Daze Part 1
Shego's eyes slowly open as she hears someone knocking. She looks toward the door, watching as it opens, Ann
walks in slowly.
"Kimmie, honey, are you feeling all right?" She says, walking in and sitting down on her daughter's bed. Shego
looks at her as she looks down at the young redhead tenderly before reaching out and gently stroking her hair.
"When you didn't come down for breakfast, your father and I became worried you might be feeling sick."
"No... I had a rough day yesterday and it's sticking with me this morning." She says. "Sorta like a hangover."
"Like a hangover?" Ann asks, instantly cueing in on the word as any parent would.
"Yeah, you have a hard day and the next morning you're still out of it. I'll be fine once I take a shower." She says,
slowly lifting herself up.
"All right, honey. I'll have your breakfast waiting for you downstairs when you're ready for it." Ann says before
leaning down and kissing her daughter gently atop her head. She then stands and walks out of the room, closing the
door after herself. Shego drags herself out of bed slowly, and then staggers into the bathroom, turning on the water
and stripping unceremoniously out of her clothing as she moves. She steps under the almost freezing cold stream of
water which causes her to gasp sharply, her eyes shooting open. She then adjusts the water a bit and takes a loofah
which she uses to scrub herself from head to toe, washing off the dead skin and leaving her feeling fresher than
before. Once she's washed off, she then takes a can of shaving cream and sprays out a dollop into her hand.
"Well, Kimmie, you're gonna be hairless from here out." Shego says, before taking a razor and beginning to work.
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER...
Shego rinses off the last of the lather and examines her now hairless body with a satisfied smile. "That's much
better." She turns off the water then steps out and dries off with a towel before walking back out into her room and
dressing in one of her new outfits, a stunning black satin tunic with a green rosette nestled at the base of the scooped
neck and a pair of soft black cotton slacks. She walks downstairs, her movements making nary a sound, and she
walks into the kitchen, finding Jim and Tim devouring their food while James is reading the news paper and Ann is
working over by the stove. She looks over and smiles.
"Well, the dead do arise after all!" She says, smiling at Shego. "Have a seat. I'll have your breakfast ready in a second."
She presses a button on the microwave while Shego walks over and sits down, eyeing the twins carefully.
They look over at her and each swallow the bite they had been chewing with perfect synchronicity. They look at
each other, and then back at her.
"What's up?" Jim asks.
"Do we have something on our faces?" Tim asks.
"No. I was just wondering what you two were planning." Shego says.
"What makes you think we're planning anything?" Jim asks innocently.
"I know your tricks. You're planning something and it's gonna be big. I was wondering what it was and whether I'd
need to find a bomb shelter or not." Shego says.
"For your information, it will not explode." Tim says.
"Boys... what are you planning?" James asks and Shego grins at the two who look at their father, their faces masks
of dread.
"It's just a micro pulse-jet engine, dad. That's all." Jim says.
"And what will it be mounted to?" James asks.
"An experimental test bed..." Tim says.
"I don't think I want you two building pulse-jet engines, no matter their size, without supervision until you're
older." James says.
"This is your fault!" Jim says, looking at Shego who grins evilly.
"That's the benefit of being a big sister. You get to manipulate your sibs into confessing and getting themselves into
trouble." She says, grinning. Just then, the Kimmunicator goes off and she presses the button on the front, making
Wade's face appear. "What's the sitch Wade?"
"I just have your schedule for today..." He says, feeling more than a bit nervous talking to her.
"Could you call me back after breakfast?" She asks.
"Sure." He says, and cuts the connection. She puts down the device and the microwave beeps at Ann Possible who
takes out the plate of now piping hot food and sets it down before Shego who takes one look at it and then all but
dives into the food, tearing into it like a starving woman. After she finishes the entire plate, she sits back and smiles
contentedly.
"Thanks, Mom, breakfast was great." She says.
"I could tell... would you like more?"
"No, thanks, I'm good. I was just really hungry." She says, and then glances at the clock. "Well, I'd better get to
school."
She stands and takes her plate to the sink before walking back over and kissing Ann on the cheek. She does the same
for James, and then walks over to the twins and putting her hands on their heads.
"If you two cause trouble and I'm forced to bail you out, I'll never let you hear the end of it. You hear?" She asks and
they nod. She grins and ruffles their hair slightly before walking out of the house and down the street, a brilliant
smile on her face. She takes out her kimmunicator and dials Wade. Moments later, his face appears.
"Hey, Kim..." He says, smiling. Then his smile vanishes as he realizes what he just said. "I mean..."
"Hey, Wade. What's the schedule?" She asks.
"Uh... before that..." He says and trails off.
"Just call me Kim. That's the face I'm wearing and that's whose life I'm living. I might as well use the name as
well. I'm sure she's also using my name, so it's all good." Shego says casually, running her hand through her hair in
an unconscious gesture. "So what's the schedule?"
"First period is math class..." He says. "No homework due in that..." He continues through the list, telling each class
period and whether or not homework is due. As he finishes the list, she nods.
"All right, so I've got a paper due in science." She says. "Has Kim done it?"
"She was able to do the homework in class, so it's in her notebook." He says. "She's also got cheerleading practice
after school."
"Cheerleading practice..." She says with a level tone.
"Yeah, you have cheerleading practice. I hope you're creative, because you're going to be working on some of the
more advanced cheers." He says and she sighs.
"Is there any way I can get out of this?" She asks.
"Nope, not without getting Kim kicked off the squad." He says. "And I don't think she'd appreciate that."
"Oh, some of the things that I do for Kimmie... she owes me for this." She says, sighing heavily. "Any other bad
news I have to look forward to?"
"Nope, I think that's about it." He says. "Ron's still out sick, so you don't have to worry about dealing with him."
"Huh. Well, give him my regards." She says. "Talk to you later, Wade."
"You're going to keep your kimmunicator on?" He asks.
"Of course I will." She says. "So just send a text if you need me. Later, Wade. Thanks for the information."
He ends the call and she slips the kimmunicator back into her pocket before continuing on her way, walking down
the street, a bright smile on her face. When she arrives at the school, she stands on the sidewalk for a moment,
staring at the front of the school.
"Wow... back again for another round... wonder how it's changed since I graduated..." She says, and walks into the
school, finding it to be very similar to how it was when she first attended. The halls are the same, being filled with
teeming masses of students that she easily moves through. She makes her way to Kim's locker and opens it
smoothly, removing the math book and a binder and opening the math text before closing her locker and walking off
down the hall, quickly refreshing her memory of the math she will soon tackle. She makes her way through the sea
of students, walking into the math room and making her way to her seat, never putting down the book as she sits
down.
"Miss Possible..." A woman says, catching Shego's attention. She looks up and sees a woman is eyeing her. "I must
ask... are you wearing pajamas?"
"What if I am?" Shego asks, suddenly annoyed at the woman. "What if I am wearing pajamas to class? I'm covered,
so it shouldn't be any problem. It's just how it is on any self-respecting collegian campus."
The woman stares at her, eyes wide with shock at the firm rebuff from the normally sweet girl.
"And to answer your question, no, I'm not. This is actually a designer outfit I just picked up." She says standing and
striking a pose. "What do you think?"
"You do look quite comfortable, that is for sure." She says. "And the color scheme is a new touch, but it does
compliment you quite well."
Shego smiles broadly at the positive critique, and then sits down once more, and reads her book silently. After about
five minutes, the bell rings and people file in, filling their seats. Shego glances up, and sees five minutes are still
remaining before class starts, and continues browsing the book.
FIVE MINUTES LATER...
The second bell rings and Shego closes her book, sitting up and looking at the teacher who looks at her curiously.
"All right, class, today we're going to work on quadratic equations..." She says, and Shego smiles, having done well
on them before. Shego sits back and watches as the teacher begins writing one on the board, solving it as it's written.
As the teacher finishes, she turns and cues in on Shego's casual smile. "Well, then, Kim. It seems you're rather
confident today. Care to take another crack at it?"
Shego blinks at this, then stands and walks to the front, her teacher watching her as she does. Shego walks over to
the teacher, glances at the class for a moment, and then turns back to the woman.
"What do you mean: take another crack at it?" She asks.
"Well, you did have a bit of trouble with them yesterday..." The teacher says. "Are you feeling all right, Kim?"
"Yeah..." She says. "It's just I got hit with one of Drakken's ray weapons yesterday and I've been a bit out of sorts
lately."
"Oh, well are you feeling up to giving it a try?" Her teacher asks and Shego nods before taking the pen from her,
turning to the board, and quickly writes the answer before handing the pen to the teacher before walking back to her
seat and sitting down. Her teacher looks at it, then back at Shego. "That is correct. Thank you."
Shego smiles broadly, leaning back in her chair and spacing out through the rest of the class period. As she is
packing up her things, she glances at the board and sighs as she sees an assignment has been written up there. She
writes it down, then walks out of the classroom and deposits her books in her locker before taking out another book
and heading to her next class, English. She walks into the classroom and sighs as she sees the teacher.
"Possible, are you wearing pajamas to school?" Mister Barkin asks bluntly.
"No, Barkin, I'm not. I'm wearing a satin tunic and cotton pants that set me back a cool hundred bucks. Do you have
a problem with that?" She asks sharply, already annoyed by the man.
"You spent a hundred dollars on that outfit? How could you manage to do that? I didn't even spend one hundred
dollars on my suit!" He exclaims and she smiles wryly as he opens himself up for a vicious retort.
"I could tell." She says in a scathing tone. "Unlike you, I know what sorts of fabrics and materials are out there, and I
know how to find good quality, even if it costs a few dollars extra. I'm sure that while your suit is rotting, my
clothing will still be beautiful and well met as the artisans at Le Mans know what they are doing."
"Le Mans? I thought you shopped at Club Banana." Bonnie says and Shego casts a casual glance over at her.
"I did, but then I came to my senses and realized that the quality of Club Banana was something you would settle for
and I knew I needed something a bit higher class." She says smartly, shutting Bonnie down with ease. "So are you
going to give me any more trouble, Barkin, or can I get through the day without a headache?"
"Take a seat, Possible." He says gruffly. She walks over and sits down, smiling broadly at him. He growls, then
sighs as the bell rings and everyone sits down. "All right, people, we've got some creative writing to do today. I
want you to make a short story which has interaction between at least three individuals and must include at least one
flash-back. Three page minimum."
Shego thinks for a moment, then grins and begins to work on a project she had been thinking of doing but had never
gotten around to writing...
On The Prowl
"Dude... your mom's a cougar." James Oliver says to his friend, Samuel Walker, while they are standing in the
arcade, waiting their turn for a game.
"What?" Sam asks.
"She's a cougar. She's freaking hot. I mean look at her! She's still got a body that looks drop-dead gorgeous in a
bikini... ooh... I love coming over to hang out at the pool when she's out swimming... tight abs, great butt and man...
what a rack... She's a catch!" James says. "Not to mention when she goes out prowling... ooh... I wish I could land
someone like that..."
"Huh." Samuel says, sounding nonplused. He walks off, takes out his cell phone, and dials a number, listening to it
ring. Then he hears a click.
"Hello?" A woman says.
"Mom; it's Sam." Sam says.
"What's up?" Sam's mother asks.
"I was talking to Jim, and he said you're a cougar." Sam says.
"Oh, he did, did he?" Sam's mother asks, chuckling softly.
"Yeah, he was going off about you, how you're freaking hot, how you've got a body that looks drop-dead gorgeous
in a bikini, with tight abs, a great butt, and an amazing rack." Sam says calmly. "And he was saying how he loved
hanging around the pool while you were out there."
"And what do you have to say about that?" His mother asks him.
"What do you expect me to say? He's right." Sam says.
"Thank you, Sam. Now I think that I'm going to give him an experience he'll never forget... where are you boys at?"
She asks and he grins.
"Down at the arcade." He says.
"I'll see you there." She says and hangs up. He tucks his phone back into his pocket and walks over to where Jim is
waiting for him.
"What's up?" Jim says.
"Had to check in with mom, tell her where I'm at." Sam says casually.
"Did you tell her what I said?" Jim asks nervously.
"Do you really think I could say something like that to my mom?" Sam says dryly.
"Yeah, what was I thinking?" Jim says, relaxing a bit.
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER...
The door to the arcade opens, and a woman walks in. She's five-eleven, with long, lean legs, a tight butt, toned abs,
and full, pert 42DD breasts. Her long golden blonde hair falls around her shoulders as she smiles prettily, her ruby
red lips turning up at the corners, showing off a glint of pearly white canine teeth which gleam with an almost
predatory light. She turns her bright green eyes left and right, scanning the area until she finds her target, then she
swaggers over, her tight short-shorts and cropped tank-top catching every eye as she walks past.
Jim looks over, his breath catching in his throat as he spies her looking at him. She walks over, and backs him
against a game.
"Missus... Mrs. Walker..." James stutters.
"Please... call me Vicki..." She says with a husky and sensual voice that makes her sound almost as if she were
purring.
"Ok... Vicki..." He says slowly.
"What's this I hear you think that I'm... a cougar?" She asks teasingly. Jim's eyes dart over to Sam who's grinning
at the two of them. "Ah-ah... eyes over here..."
He looks back over, and his eyes go wide as he realizes he can see straight down her shirt at her cleavage. She leans
against him, her hot breath burning his ear. She balances herself against the machine with her left hand while her
right hand strokes up and down, eventually coming to rest square on his most sensitive of regions, making his eyes
bug out.
"Do you want to have fun with me? Do you want to..?" Her voices becomes a bare whisper as she talks, and Sam
smiles as Jim's eyes grow even wider, his skin paling as he listens to the list of suggestions she's making, each one
more deviant than the last until he loses control and faints. She steps back and smiles at the boy on the floor.
"I do so love the prowl..." She says huskily, and then turns to Sam who's grinning broadly. "Thank you, Samuel."
"You're welcome, mom..." Sam says, then looks left and right, before he steps closer to her, his voice dropping in
volume as he does. "So... did you really need to feel him up like that?"
"I had to get a feel for his... embarrassment..." Vicki says.
"So you had to grope him?" Sam asks.
"Well, it did make his... embarrassment... even more pronounced..." Vicki says in her own defense.
"Uh huh..." Sam says, nonplused.
"So does your... embarrassment... grow around me?" Vicki asks.
"What? Why are you asking me that?" Sam asks, sounding indignant.
"I'm asking you that because I like to make things hard for you." Vicki says, grinning at him.
"So I could tell." Sam says dryly.
"Now tell me... is your embarrassment bigger than before?" Vicki asks.
"Why don't you get a feel for it yourself?" Sam says calmly.
"Maybe later, Stud..." She says, then smiles, winks, turns, and walks out, her hips swaying with each step. He
watches her walk out, his eyes fixed on the fine form swaying before him. One girl walks over to him, and he looks at
her. "Yes, Eve?" Sam says.
"You're one very deviant individual, you know that?" She asks.
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"I heard what you were suggesting... that you wanted her to feel you up right here and now..." She says.
"She's my mother." He says plainly.
"She's not your mother." Eve says, matter-of-factly.
"I'd think that I would know my own mother." Sam says calmly.
"Yes, you would. And she's not your blood mother." Eve says, and he smiles broadly at her.
"No... You've got me there... She's my step-mother." Sam says.
"Lucky you..." Eve says.
"Yes... very lucky..." Sam says, grinning.
"Your secrecy will cost you..." Eve says.
"Oh? What do you have in mind?" Sam asks. Eve smiles, a smile very similar to one that Vicki would sport; and
Sam grins broadly...
Shego continues writing, her pen flashing across the page as she works, her brow knit and her lips pursed as she
thinks. After about fifty minutes, she puts down her pen and smiles broadly. She then walks to the front with the
pages in her hand, looking at him as he's sitting behind the desk, watching her silently. She stands there for a
moment, then rolls her eyes, reaches over and takes a stapler, securing the twenty-odd pages together before handing
them to him.
"Enjoy." She says lightly, grinning and walking back to her seat. He takes the story and begins to read. After the
first five pages, his eyes begin growing wider and wider, a fine sheen of perspiration forming on his brow as he
continues reading. He loosens his tie, and the students in the room soon take notice of his distraction, his attention
fixed firmly on the pages he is reading as he clutches them in his hands. His eyes devour the words on the pages, his
breath coming in short pants as he reads along. As he reaches the last page, his breathing quickens further then
hitches and his eyes go wide. Shego grins and chuckles darkly and he puts down the paper before looking at her with
wide eyes.
"Possible... come here..." He says with his voice a bit shaky.
"Can't you come here? I really don't want to get up..." She says teasingly, and chuckles before standing and walking
to the front, sitting down on his desk casually and looking down at him. "Did you like the story?"
"That was... that was by far one of the most deviant and pornographic things I've read in my many years of
teaching..." He says, this statement catching everyone's attention and causing a stir of whispers.
"But did you like it?" She asks, grinning.
"I will be showing it to the principal and he will decide whether or not I can even grade it." He says.
"You never said that I couldn't write a pornographic story." She says.
"That should be understood!" He says.
"You assume too much." She says, grinning.
"Go to your seat." He says coldly.
"Or what, will you spank me?" She asks quietly yet coyly and his eyes widen as she chuckles darkly, stands, and
walks back to her seat where she sits down. He stares at her for a long moment before lifting a phone from its cradle
on his desk and dialing a number. He talks quietly into the receiver for a few minutes before hanging up. A minute
later, a young man walks in with a briefcase in his hand. He sets it down next to Mister Barkin's desk and picks up
the story before walking back out of the classroom. Twenty minutes later, the young man walks back into the
classroom and looks at Shego.
"Kim Possible, you are to come with me now. Gather your things, you will not be returning to class." He says with
the finality of someone passing capital judgment. She stands and gathers her things casually before walking to the
front and walking past Mr. Barkin, smiling at him as she does. She walks out, and he heads down the hall.
"Hold on a second." She says, then turns around and walks the opposite way down the hallway.
He turns and watches her go before taking out a cell phone and dialing a number. He holds it to his ear and listens to
it ring for a moment before he hears a click and a voice.
"This is Principal Starr." The voice says.
"This is Jason. There's been a delay. Kim Possible has gone the opposite direction from the office." The young man
says. "What is your advice?"
"Bide your time. If she does not return to you in two minutes, then come here and I will deal with her." The
principal says.
"Yes sir." He says, and the line goes dead.
ELSEWHERE...
Shego walks along with her books in her grasp as her mind is going a mile a minute.
"Shit... shit... shit... SHIT!" She barks, shaking her head. "I've got to get a hold of this body... if I fuck things up for
Kimmie... She'll fucking kill me... or worse... I've got to get myself under control..." She walks to her locker,
opening the door and stuffing her books inside before turning and walking back to where she had left the young man
who's still waiting for her. "Thanks for waiting... I had to drop my books off..."
He nods silently, then turns and walks off once more. She follows him, and five minutes later they arrive at a door
marked PRINCIPAL. She walks to it and opens it, stepping inside to see a woman sitting behind a desk, looking at
her calmly. Shego eyes the woman suspiciously, taking in the scene with the eye of a thief while the woman watches
her casually. Then the woman speaks.
"Have a seat, Miss Possible. The principal will be with you in just a minute." She says, and Shego nods, sitting
down heavily, feeling for some reason very nervous at the situation. The woman then begins typing on her
computer, and pointedly ignores Shego who sits there, feeling as if she were about to pass out from nervousness.
Finally, after what seems to be an eternity, the secretary stands and walks around the desk.
"Miss Possible, come with me." She says, her voice ringing of doom. She stands slowly and follows her, an
overwhelming desire to flee charging her body with energy she forces down, causing a swarm of butterflies to form
in her stomach which torment her just as much as the desire to flee had. She walks into the principal's office, and
seeing he is sitting down in a massive chair which matches well with the immense mahogany desk and making her
feel dwarfed by the whole setting. He sits there, her story in his hands as he slowly scans the page, reading quietly.
She sits down across from him, watching him silently as he reads. The door to his office closes and she jumps at the
sudden sound. Then all is silent save for the soft rustle of papers. After what seems like a lifetime, he sighs and puts
down the papers face down before clasping his hands before his face and looking at her over his folded hands. Then
he speaks, his voice soft and melodic, radiating out in tones that could cause Jack Hench to fall victim to persuasion.
"Well, Miss Possible, this is the first time I have had you in my office for such an offense as this. And I must say
that it is quite a serious offense indeed. I am sad to have you here, and in all fairness, I would rather not have to do
this." He says with a sad tone. "Is there anything you can say for yourself?"
She sits there for a long moment, the fear and intensity of the moment suddenly draining out of her and letting her
function as she would were she in her natural body.
"What is the crime I'm being accused of?" She asks, and he blinks, confused.
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"Just that, what am I being accused of? I've been brought in here, and I was treated to the silent treatment until I
came in here where you say you're sad you have to have me in here for some serious offense, but I've not heard one
charge levied against me." She says. "So unless I'm mistaken, according to my rights, I must be charged with a
crime or released."
He stares at her for a long moment, shocked by this sudden and forthright declaration of her rights. Then he speaks
slowly. "The paperwork which I have before me was delivered to me by a courier from Mister Barkin's class where
he said that you hand wrote it for a creative writing assignment. I have read it and concur with his assessment that it
is both pornographic and scandalous and as such it does not belong in this school. To have you being the one who
produced it is shocking and perplexing as I recall you are, or at least were, a good student."
"What's wrong with writing a raunchy story?" She asks.
"You said it yourself; it is raunchy and unfit for a school setting." He says.
"Mr. Barkin said to write a story, and that is what I did. I followed his directions exactly as he gave them. Nowhere
in his directions did he say 'no pornographic stories, no obscenities, no violence' or anything else of the like. Were I
to turn this in to a college professor, they would read it and most likely grade it rather well." She says.
"And how do you know that?" He asks, leaning forward.
"You forget who I am. I'm Kim Possible. I've been around the world on a ship so many times I'd make a career
Navy flag officer jealous. I've got so many frequent flyer miles that I could fly first class around the world five
times and have some left over. And I've traveled more miles on land than most Marine Corps MEUs." She says.
"What makes you think I wouldn't have contacts in various colleges for various reasons? In fact, there's one I'm
sure you've met. Professor Emeritus of English Nicholas Landry mentioned he knew you while we were talking
about one of my works."
He stares at her, his eyes wide with shock. "You spoke to Professor Landry?"
She nods. "Quite a nice man, though he did smoke his pipe a bit too much."
The Principal smiles and laughs at a memory. "He always did love his pipe."
"Then I'm sure you know exactly what I am saying." She says. "He's read my work, and thought rather highly of it.
All he had to say, really, is that I had to work more on my character development a bit and that I had to choose a
different lifestyle if I were hoping to one day become a professional author as my current lifestyle makes it a bit
difficult."
"So I could imagine." He says. "Still, Mister Barkin also mentioned that you were rather... suggestive... with the way
you dealt with him, especially after he had read your story."
She smiles and chuckles softly. "He was very affected by the story, as I'm sure he mentioned, and I was having a bit
of fun at his expense, but never once did I do anything to directly harm him. I was, at worst, flirtatious."
"His words were more along the lines of lewd and lascivious." He says.
"And is he always given to having such an inclination to embellish?" She asks.
"That is not the issue here, Miss Possible." He says. "What is the issue is that I have a teacher demanding you be
made an example of. That is what the issue at hand is."
"So because he got embarrassed, he's calling for my head." She says.
"I did not say that." He says levelly.
"He couldn't hold his own while reading one dirty story and he's red in the face. So it sounds like it's his control
problems that are to blame, not my story." She says.
"You are one to talk about control, Miss Possible. Several times, now, you've gone on the offensive in my office
and it's becoming rather exasperating."
"Why? Is it because you don't like being on the defensive?" She asks. "I'm sorry that I'm so aggressive right now,
but to be perfectly honest, I don't think that I can cool it down without just going out and blowing off some steam in
one form or another because right now, I'm in such a hormone-hell that if you were me, you would be tearing off
clothes at the first sight of a hot female teacher bending down to pick up a pencil." She rants and he stares at her as
she sits there, her chest heaving as she pants heavily, and then deflates in the chair, seeming as if all her will left her.
She closes her eyes and lay there for a long moment before opening her eyes once more, looking at him tiredly.
"Do whatever the hell you want." She says. "I don't give a damn. You've just got to promise me one thing..."
"What's that?" He asks.
"That this doesn't go on my permanent record." She says.
"And why would you ask that?"
"I don't want to have some teacher's petty bitterness and a massive hormone overload haunting me like bad
Mexican food for the rest of my life." She says dryly. He stares at her for a long moment, and then sighs.
"I want you to take the rest of the day off, and to visit Mister Perkins, the school psychologist. I also want you to
talk to Miss Dove, the school's physician." He says, taking out a pen and a pad of paper. He begins writing quickly
on the paper while still talking. "You are excused from the rest of your classes today, and will receive a hall pass
which will guarantee you free passage wherever you need to go." He tears off a sheet and folds it before setting it off
to the side.
"These are notes which I want you to give to Mister Perkins and Miss Dove. They are explanations of the situation
as well as my personal feelings on the matter. Please deliver them to each of them." He tears off the second, and
then puts that pad away before taking out another, smaller, pad which is a small form. He fills it out and tears off the
top sheet before handing it to her. "Here is your pass..." He takes the notes and hands them to her. "And here are the
notes. I've also taken the liberty of making two copies of your story, one of which I will keep and one which I will
give to Mr. Barkin. I think that you should have the originals as it seems the story is not quite finished yet."
"Thank you... but what do you think is missing?" Shego asks.
"Samuel and Vicki never share any real alone time." He says, touching the side of his nose. "Now, do you know
where the Nurse's station and the Guidance Counselor's offices are?"
"You're sending me to the Guidance Counselor's office?" She asks. "I thought you were sending me to the
psychologist."
"They are one in the same. He has an office within the main domain of the Guidance Counselor's office." He says.
"Now, do you know where they are?"
She nods.
"Good. Then I'll keep you no longer." He says, and she stands and turns to the door. "Oh, and Miss Possible, there
is one more thing I have to say."
She turns back to him.
"That was some incredible writing, and I will make sure that Mr. Barkin grades according to the quality of the
writing rather than his opinion of the content." He says calmly and she smiles.
"Thank you, sir." She says, and walks out and down the hall to the guidance counselor's office, stopping as a young
man wearing a black uniform with a patent leather Sam Brown belt and a beret atop his head steps in front of her.
"Show me your papers." The young man says brusquely.
"Excuse me?" She says, put off by the young man's attitude.
"Your papers—your hall pass—show them to me." He says.
End of Chapter 3.