Disclaimer: Don't own Shego, Drakken, Kim, Ron, or any villains. I do own all the rest of the villainesses, however.

Before we proceed any farther into this story, I must tell you a crucial partner to this story. Without her genius and support, this story probably wouldn't be as good. She wants me to call her Charchee (caramel cheese, don't ask). She's just as crazy, if not more crazy, than I am. I'll be referring to her from now on, so keep in mind she's to co-writer. P.S. She wouldn't mind if you send her some feedback. She'd be flattered. R&R.

Drakken paced quickly before his group, deep in thought. There was still a faint trace of blush on his cheeks, but it wasn't too noticeable. How could he have fallen for such a stupid prank? No one fell for a fart machine. But what kept the blush there wasn't just embarrassment; a partner fueled the need for revenge. How dare Shego, under any circumstances, prank him? Especially in front of his friends, who after the initial shock and anger began laughing at him? They both knew she was smarter than him, even though he'd prefer to think he was the smarter one. Why was she rubbing it in? There had to be something that would humiliate Shego. Then, he'd show her who was the boss and who was the sidekick! Yes, she'd come crawling on her hands and knees begging him to stop. And, as an added bonus he'd take down Kim Possible at the same time. This would be easy, as soon as he had an idea.

Ron watched as Dr. Drakken paced in his own little world, smiling to himself. What horror was he planning to pull over the girls? Actually, Ron had thought the fart machine prank was genius. He had been the first one to laugh after the incident and now he felt pretty bad. Almost bad enough to apologize. But how many times had Dr. Drakken forgotten his name? Ron Stoppable, how hard was that to remember? Even after the whole Super Diablo Toy ordeal, he still didn't remember it! Wait, he knew what ordeal meant? But that wasn't all that was on the teenager's mind. How was Kim getting along with Shego? Was Shego playing nice for once? Or were the girls ganging up on her? What if she needed him? Ron, without thinking, took off for the kitchen.

"We have soda!" He heard someone yell after him. He crouched behind the counter, watching the girls undetected.

"Give it back!" Shego yelled at Kim, but Ron didn't hear the playfulness in her voice.

"No!" Ron ignored their laughing, thinking only that Shego had something dangerous and that Kim was trying to keep out of her claws. Kim smothered the item between her arms and chest, which her knees also served protection. Her chin was tucked in and her eyes avoided Shego's. Without warning, Shego knocked Kim down and pinned her shoulders to the floor. Kim tried to turn on her back, but Shego was overpowering. Kim was trapped and Shego looked ready to tear her apart. Oh no, the other girls were also prying Kim's arms open. Oh no, they were tickling her! She was screaming at them to stop it, he had to save her. Without any further thought as to what they were doing, Ron ran over and jumped on top of the pile. Shouts of outrage filled his ears as they shoved him off. He pushed himself back in, pulling the other girls amazingly off of Kim.

"Kim!"

"Ron?" Luckily, Shego got off by herself, disgusted at the thought of him shoving her.

"Its okay, KP! I won't let them get the whatever it is!"

"Ron!" Kim stood up, slightly embarrassed by Ron's reaction.

"Excuse us!" Artica objected.

"Kim has something that belongs to Shego!" War Hawk protested. Kim blushed, showing Ron what she was playing keep away with. Shego grabbed her pajamas out of Kim's hands quickly, glaring at Ron. Ron gulped, feeling everyone's burning glare on him.

"Sorry." He muttered, walking off. He had made a fool of himself in front of a group of cute girls, typical. Sure the girls were probably all like Shego but…his sentence trailed off as he saw one girl smiling at him. Not smirking, not sneering, smiling.

It was the blonde chick, the one who looked like Robin Hood's daughter in her corny outfit. But today, she was wearing a baby blue top with plain jeans. Ron ran out of the room, knowing if he stayed any longer he'd make more of a fool out of himself. Was that smile a pity smile? No, he didn't think so. Was she the only normal looking one besides Kim? Yeah. She didn't even have purple hair or unnatural skin color or strange colored eyes. Looks were deceiving, but… That "but" always gave him hope. Did she like him? Maybe. That terrible maybe.

Shego watched her friend shyly smile at Ron and she almost laughed out loud. No way! No way! She caught the looks of the other villainesses and she could see it in their eyes. They were looking at the same thing she had been looking at. They had seen the same thing she had seen. They were thinking the same thing she was thinking. They all settled back down, but Shego made sure she sat next to Golden Arrow. They all sat down and Shego softly nudged Golden Arrow.

"What?" She snapped. Shego tilted her head to behind her. Golden Arrow got it.

"It was a sympathy smile. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Sympathy for what?" War Hawk asked, looking into Golden Arrow's chocolate brown eyes, trying to see if she was lying.

"He made a mistake and I felt sorry for him. I don't know about you, but I've made mistakes before." She leaned back, uncrossing her arms to support her. Mischief made kissing noises with her mouth and batted her eyelashes.

"I DO NOT!" She yelled, fury gathering in the darkness of her pupils. They knew in a minute The Stare would come. But until then…

"Do not what?" Artica asked teasingly. Golden Arrow narrowed her eyes, but then they snapped back to normal. Here came The Stare, the one that would make you feel an inch tall. The one that would make even the best liar tell the truth and confess every lie he had ever done while he was at it. The one that sent a chill up your spine if you were so much in the same room and she did it. The one that froze even Mischief in their tracks, Kim being no exception.

"I do not like Ron Stoppable, is that clear?" Her words were slow and deliberate. The girls nodded their understanding and resolved to try not to bring the subject back up. Shego and War Hawk exchanged glances. They knew it would come up again, no matter what they did to prevent it. Everyone was way too curious to not ask in one way or another. Golden Arrow stood up.

"I'm going to go change into my pajamas." She announced, pulling a pair out of her backpack. The other girls nodded and soon they all had a change of clothes in their hands and were racing for the bathrooms.

Shego motioned for War Hawk and Kim to follow her. Kim felt a warm glow inside of her. Shego was including her, not because she had to but because she wanted to. But she quickly extinguished the glow. Shego would never truly be friends with her. They were enemies on a professional basis, nothing more…or less. But why would Shego invite her to sleepovers if they were enemies? War Hawk was Avarius' daughter and she was friends with her. Enemies didn't have to be enemies all the time, right? But what about Drakken? Kim pushed the subject aside for now. She noticed as the girls ran into the boy's room and directed their course towards the boys. They didn't slow down or yield. Tipping over bowls of chips and sending sleeping bags into disarray, they plunged into the heart of whatever the boys were talking about. Kim laughed spitefully as the men yelled and some even screamed. As they left the boys in chaos, Kim wondered if this was what Shego felt like (or any villain for that matter) when she tortured her. Was this what it felt like to be a villain? The trio charged up a set of stairs and took a sharp left. Breathing deeply, the girls halted and walked on slower.

"Too evil for you, princess?" Shego turned to Kim, hands on hips, lips curled into a smirk. Kim shook her head and looked for War Hawk's reaction War Hawk arched a brow at Shego with a wry expression, as though there was something funny about her calling Kim "princess". She shrugged, letting go of whatever she was thinking. Shego pointed towards one of the rooms.

"You guys can dress in my room." She offered.

"Then where are you dressing?" Kim asked. A sly grin crept onto Shego's face.

"Drakken's room."

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Drakken growled as the last chip was dropped into the last bowl.

"Finally." Gemini sighed. Drakken glared up the stairs and watched as Shego waltzed into his room. She was taking liberties that she wasn't entitled to. She thought that she was invincible just because she had her friends over for a little sleepover. Yeah, just wait until her next pay day when she sees it's only a quarter of what she usually gets. You broke a lot of nerves, he'd say, and that comes out of your pay. Drakken snapped out of his thoughts as a cry rose from Ron.

"I'm stuck!" He yelled. Drakken rolled his eyes. And he wondered why he called him the buffoon. Only he could wrap himself like a human cocoon into his sleeping bag and get stuck to the wall somehow. Monkey Fist and Killigan were already trying to help him out.

"What is this stuff?" He heard one of them ask.

"It's…glue." The other noted. They tried and tried again to get him off, but they couldn't. Everyone crowded around, pulling at him. Ron somehow got out, but the sleeping bag was stuck tight.

"Drakken, what kind of glue is this?" Dementor turned to him. It was then he realized what exactly it was.

"It's this really sticky glue that you need some special substance to get it off."

"Do you have it?"

"Yeah, it's in the cupboard under the sink." Drakken shook his head. He wasn't even going to try to remember what reason Shego had for putting that on the wall. Motor Ed came back with a blue bottle shortly.

"Did I get the right bottle?" He asked. Wow, a sentence that didn't include "like", "dude", or "seriously". There was still hope for him yet.

"That's the one." They began spraying it to the wall and the sleeping bag. Gemini stepped aside and stood next to Drakken.

"Their room is completely abandoned." He murmured.

"Now would be perfect for revenge." Drakken nodded, realizing he was right. He watched as even with the bottle, it was difficult to peel off the sleeping bag without tearing the material. The glue, the sleeping bag, the wall, somehow all of this caught his imagination. And then, like the last piece of the puzzle fitting in perfectly, he had it.

"Drop the sleeping bag, I have an idea!" They stared at him like he was crazy.

"An idea how to sabotage the girl's little camp!"

"You have our attention." Monkey Fist spoke for all of them. And so, while the girls dressed into their pajamas, their "camp" was sabotaged.

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Kim finished dressing and had the leisure to look around Shego's room. It was very simple with just a bed, a closet, and a desk. Well, War Hawk was in the bathroom so Kim didn't have the chance to see it. The comforter was forest green, as Kim had partially suspected. The walls were a soothing burgundy and the crème curtains on the window were drawn closed. Kim got off her bed, walking towards Shego's closet. Kim had always imagined just green-and-black outfits and nothing else. But there were only a few of her every freaking day full body suits. The rest were normal clothes with a variety of color. Kim had to admit, Shego had great taste when it came to fashion. Perhaps even better than hers. Kim turned from the closet and faced the desk, right under the window. There was a small goose-necked lamp and a tray with pens and pencils and erasers and paper clips lined up precisely in it. Kim had always pictured Shego as organized. She opened the drawer and found papers stacked neatly together with a paper clip. Kim, even though she knew she shouldn't, picked it up and glanced through them.

Nothing but letters and printed-out e-mails. But something caught Kim's eye. It was a picture, obviously drawn by younger kids. Five stuck figures in clothes held hands in a green field on a sunny day. Four boys and one girl, the girl in a green-and-black suit with long black hair. Kim gasped. There was a blue-and-black boy on her right side much bigger than the rest and a purple-and-black frowning boy on her left. Two smaller boys were on the ends in red-and-black. Above them, in the blue sky, "Happy Birthday, Shego" was written in crayon green. In smaller letters almost blending in with the grass, "Love, Thing One and Thing Two." Kim smiled, wondering how Shego reacted when that came in the mail. Kim flipped more towards the front and found a printed out e-mail from forgive you and your bad mood. Personally, I thought you were just PMS-ing. But no, blame it on your lack of sleep (wink). I'm just messing with you. We know you didn't mean anything you said, just trying to act tough around Kim and Avarius. Too bad War Hawk got that bug. Anyway, I've got to get to work at the "Taco Shack" as you call it. I'll remember not to get Kim involved if we need your help again, even though that part was a complete accident. Lots of love, keep in touch.

-Hego

"Drop it!" Kim let go of the pack as she heard a voice behind her. Oh crap, Shego had caught her looking through her personal stuff. She closed the drawer and wheeled around. It was only War Hawk, thankfully.

"Do you know how mad Shego would get if she saw you looking through that?" She was calm and composed, but anger carried in her voice.

"She'd kill Drakken in his sleep if he knew, not to mention how she'd react to you." War Hawk walked closer and Kim felt sweat course down her back.

"Please don't tell her." Kim knew her words came out like a whining toddler, but she didn't care at the minute. She was too busy imagining Shego with a machete and a carving stone with herself tied to a stake. The other girl's expression softened and Kim could feel her giving in.

"I won't tell her unless she asks." Kim didn't realize she had been holding her breath until she let it go.

"Thanks." Kim smiled gratefully, knowing she might be at least halfway around the world before she'd find out. At least a head start. The anger faded rapidly from War Hawk's eyes and the always-ready smile came back to her face. The moment was short lived as an out-of-breath Artica came running in.

"You won't…believe…what they…did." Artica managed to say between gasps. As she breathed out, a puff of vapor floated from her mouth. Shego came into the room, too. Galloping, they sped back down the stairs and returned to the room. If they had only seen the look on the guys' faces, let's just say some tempers would blow.

At first, they saw nothing. But that was the point. Realization One: There were no sleeping bags on the ground. Artica pointed to above their heads and they looked up. Realization Two: They were stuck on the ceiling. Looking at one another, a thought crossed their minds. Realization Three: The boys would pay. Shego's hands balled into fists and green fire crackled with fury. A blush crept onto her cheeks much like the one Drakken had as he was teased about the fart machine.

"How are we going to get them down?" Golden Arrow asked. Shego shook her head.

"I have the stuff to get it off, but I'm still wondering how they got up there. We don't have a ladder large enough to climb up there." Kim thought though the high ceilings were good for moving giant robots, it wasn't convenient for getting sleeping bags off of. Shego raced to the kitchen and opened the cupboard under the sink.

"Looking for this?" Shego stood up and was face to face with Drakken…and the bottle. She grabbed for it, but Drakken was too quick.

"Looks like this battle's won." He said triumphantly. What Shego wouldn't do to wipe that smug look off of his ugly blue face.

"But the war's still going on." Shego barked.

"I will get that bottle!" She vowed.

"And you WILL pay!" Drakken laughed at her comments, but only he knew it was nervously.

"I'd like to see you try." He turned around to head back, but then he said something Shego would have pummeled him if he hadn't have walked away.

"Boys rule! Girls drool!" He chanted. Shego sombered over to the girls, not willing to share the bad news. Unknown to everyone, Golden Arrow was in the hallway, listening as the phone on the other line rang. Finally, after five rings, the other person picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi. I know you're busy and everything, but we have an emergency on our hands. I think if you listen, you'll agree to help…"

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Metaphor got off of her cell-phone and turned to Tigress.

"I have to go."

"Why?" Tigress hissed suspiciously. Metaphor watched as her tail swayed from side to side. She hated when she did that.

"Simile's got the baby-sitter tied up in the basement again, holding her hostage for chocolate. Better make sure she's alright." Metaphor giggled nervously, hoping for once she would fly under the radar.

"Vicci's a villainess; she can take care of herself." Tigress replied airily.

"But she's in the hands of my sister." Tigress nodded and Metaphor dared to breathe again.

"She is a handful. Why don't you go make sure they're okay?" Metaphor was so relieved, she forgot to look worried. She turned to leave.

"And why don't you call the President and tell him I can't make it for tea tomorrow, I'm going shopping with the Queen of Denmark?" Metaphor cursed in her head.

"You really ought to work on your lying." Metaphor turned around, knowing she was not yet done with the feline.

"Where are you really going?"

"Back to my house." Metaphor's eyes darted from Tigress'.

"Now tell me the truth." Tigress purred coaxingly.

"I'm going back to my house!" Metaphor yelled, jumping off the rooftop in Paris. Tigress' yellow cat eyes narrowed.

"She's always been a terrible liar." She noted.

"But perhaps there is something more. It's got to be better than raiding the same city three nights in a row." Tigress silently leaped from the rooftops like only a cat can and staying a good distance behind, she followed Metaphor.

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An hour passed as the girls plotted and schemed. Golden Arrow told no one of her plot. Why should she? They were the ones who made fun of her smiling at Ron. Let's see how scared Shego will get when a certain someone will supposedly show up. The doorbell rang. Right on time. Shego got up to answer it, but Golden Arrow motioned for her to keep sitting. Shego arched an eyebrow, but said nothing. Mischief, however, got up and peeked through the peephole. Just as planned.

"It's for you, Dr D." Mischief scrambled back, and Golden Arrow hoped Drakken thought it was Shego's voice and not Mischief's impersonation. Drakken did make his way to the door and on cue, SHE walked in.

"Hi, Drewbie! Give Mommy a great big hug!"

"Mother! What are you doing here?" Golden Arrow glanced at Shego and she wondered who was more creeped out, the boss or the assistant.

"Your girlfriend called me and told me you were having a sleepover." If looks could kill, Shego would have been deep fried and boiled in oil with a thousand knifes in her back. But thankfully, they didn't.

"You have to introduce me to every one of your little friends!" The short woman shuffled along in her high heels and Golden Arrow wondered if her red cyclone-like hair threw her off balance.

"Well, mother. They're in the other room."

"Drew Theodore P. Lipsky, what have I told you about boy-girl sleepovers?" She shook one finger at him and pointed another at the cluster of girls. If they weren't so scared stiff, they'd probably be cracking up over the strange woman who just appeared out of no where.

"It's Shego's fault, she wanted one the same night as mine!" Drakken tried to push the shame over to Shego, whom he was pointing at. Now, Drakken would be hit by a bolt of lightening, ran over by an 18 wheeler, shot at by hundreds of machine guns, all while he was walking on a mine field if looks could kill. Shego held her tongue even though she knew it was the other way around. Shego examined Drew's "mother" closer and relaxed. She looked over at Golden Arrow and grinned, though the latter wished she wouldn't have found out for a little while longer. Drakken introduced each girl by their nickname (he didn't know most of their real names) except Kim.

"Oh, I remember her!" Drakken's mother exclaimed.

"Did her treatment not go well the first time? Or is this a party for all your cured patients?" She whispered rather loudly. Shego had to restrain Mischief so she wouldn't kill the wrong person. Shego whispered the secret into Mischief's ear and she nodded. Kim was the only one who didn't know yet. Drakken blushed.

"You could say that. Now, don't you want to go see Cousin Eddie?" He shoved her towards the hallway.

"You invited that negative role model to your slumber party?" That was the last thing they heard from his mother. The girls dared to giggle. Kim stood there, not sure what to do. It wasn't polite to laugh at someone, but she sensed there was more to this than what it appeared.

"What's going on?" Kim whispered in the closest girl's ear, which happened to be Shego.

"That isn't Drakken's mother." Shego murmured back.

"Then, who is it?"

"Wait and the apple will fall into your hand." Mischief reminded Kim of an old wise Chinese dude, like from that one new show on Disney Channel (sorry for the lame pun, I just had to say it). Five minutes passed before they heard the guys screaming.

Metaphor came running into the girl's room, laughing hard. Kim got it now. She had done that last sleepover, too, coming in late and pretending to be someone she wasn't. She had scales like a snake's all over her body, her hair black like some of the other girls. Her eyes were like cats, yellow with a slit for a pupil. She collapsed, laughing. And then, the boy clan came running in yelling at the top of their lungs. Metaphor crawled to where the girls were sitting, hiding behind War Hawk.

"Save me." She whispered.

"SHEGO!" Drakken roared, humiliated once again.

"It wasn't me this time, I swear!" Golden Arrow raised her hand.

"It was me." She said sheepishly. The ponytail that was Drakken's raven hair quivered with emotion.

"It doesn't matter! It was a girl, nonetheless, and now you've got an extra person! Not fair, not fair at all!" Shego beamed at him.

"What goes around comes around." She sang.

"Looks like this battle's won." Mischief rejoiced, quoting Drakken to the exact tone.

"Wait until we get you back!" Drakken bellowed as they stormed off.

Shego held up a fist, and then her pointer finger came up. One. Her middle finger joined her pointer finger. Two. Her index finger came up to join the previous other two. Three!

"GIRLS RULE, BOYS DROOL!" The battle cry echoed in the lair, hurting Drakken even more. Watching patiently from the shadows, waiting for opportunity to arise, another murmured the girls cry.

"Girls rule, boys drool."

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Oooh, suspense! Sorry if I over foreshadowed, rereading the chapter it sounds obvious. But maybe people like guessing with easy clues, I don't know. I'll talk to Charchee and see what's in store for next chapter, though I promise it will be good. Though not as good as a fart machine. BTW: Charchee is not, I repeat not, me. She is another individual that I consult with. A living one.