Summary: Drakken finds Kim in Shego's room... again. All in the space of four hours. Needless to say, he's a bit angry.

This chapter's kind of long. Sorry about that. I didn't expect it to be so long, but it kind of wrote itself.

Reviews are always a great motivation to continue.

Kim giggled as Shego helped her into a pair of pants two sizes too big for her. Grasping the brunette's shoulder with one small hand, the other raised to her mouth to muffle her laughter, she fought to keep a straight posture. The younger teen proceeded to zip and then button the pants, her knuckles brushing against Kim's stomach, something that, once she realized Kim's reaction had been one of a ticklish nature, she decided to use to her advantage.

"Shego!" the redhead hissed quietly, nearly doubling over to avoid her girlfriend's tickling fingers. She grabbed blindly for Shego's wrists. Her nose nuzzled firmly into a cotton-covered shoulder, her aim wasn't at its best, but she eventually caught them and held them away from her body as best as she could. She found herself pressed rather intimately into a warm embrace as Shego freed herself easily. 'What a cheater,' she huffed inwardly.

The brunette chuckled and brushed a kiss against Kim's bare shoulder. Even as impromptu as it was, their first shower together had been a blast, as she had expected. They had remained modestly behaved for the most part, but she did love to tease Kim, and so it had taken quite a while to finish. As many spur-of-the-moment ideas go, they forgot a few small details, which explained why the redhead was sporting a pair of underpants that were not her own and jeans that threatened to slip off of her narrow hips at any second.

Shego let go of the waistband she had neglected to release, and as she did, the pants she so generously let her girlfriend borrow fell dangerously low. "Might have to find you a belt," the villainess muttered. She took a step back to survey the redhead, holding in her laughter. Jeans down quite far past her hips, the black and red underwear she had borrowed were clearly visible above the waistband, and the matching sports bra was obvious as they had yet to think of a possible shirt. Welcoming the sight, Shego was tempted to deny the redhead such an item.

"Why do buy your pants so loose?" the redhead asked. She tugged the jeans higher on her waist. 'How do they fit so much better on her? We're the same size, for Pete's sake!'

"I could ask you the same," Shego replied easily, obviously referring to the redhead's love of khaki cargo pants that she could nearly swim in.

Kim's face flushed lightly. "They're easy to maneuver in…."

"Well, there you have it." Shego smiled and stole a quick kiss, and the redhead happily returned it. While she was distracted, the brunette tugged playfully at the waistband of the jeans, which dropped an inch or two at the disruption in their balance. She grinned and stepped away before Kim could admonish her for her immaturity. "Now, where's that belt?"

The redhead grabbed hastily for the jeans again, dragging them back up to a modest height just above her hips, but she didn't bother to pout about it; Shego was looking for a belt for her to wear, after all. She watched silently as the younger girl nearly turned her room upside down while searching for one, muttering quietly to herself about where it should have been. After a good five minutes of nonstop searching, Kim debated telling her girlfriend to forget about the belt and that she could live without it; it was getting cold without a shirt on.

"Drakken!" Shego suddenly exclaimed, dropping the blanket she had just looked under.

Kim jumped, emitting a small yelp of surprise. The jeans slipped from her grip once more and she reached to pull them up without much thought, almost habitually. Her thoughts were far more focused on wondering why Shego would summon her employer, especially at such an inopportune moment.

The brunette grimaced and moved back to her girlfriend. "He has my belt," she continued in a quieter tone. She noticed that Kim had started to shiver, and she brought her hands up to rub Kim's arms soothingly, both for scaring her and for failing to give her a shirt to borrow. "I didn't want him to have it, but he kept rambling about how my selfishness was going to kill his creative genius, so I gave it to him just to get him out of my room." She moved to encircle the redhead in a loose embrace, trailing warm hands up and down her back. "Huh. That's probably why his lab exploded. I told him not to use an every day, average belt as a fan belt…."

Kim giggled, raising one hand to Shego's stomach like she was partial to doing. The other hand remained clutching the jeans that threatened to defeat her modesty.

Their moment was cut short by the bedroom door swinging open.

"Yes, Shego?"

The brunette in question whirled around, and Kim tried her best to hide behind the slightly taller girl. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" the villainess asked, clearly annoyed. That man agitated her to no end. 'I swear, I'm going to kill him someday,' she thought.

"Why should I knock?" Drakken asked blankly. "You called for me."

Shego frowned. "What? I didn't--"

"You kind of did," Kim piped up in a whisper.

Forcing herself not to glance over her shoulder at the redhead in hiding, Shego thought of when she could have possibly summoned the blue-skinned imbecile. 'Oh, great…' she thought, using all the will power she could muster to refrain from rolling her eyes. 'He must have heard me shout at him for stealing my belt. Oh, well, at least he hasn't seen Kim yet….'

As if it were too good to be true, a studious look overtook Drakken's face. He lowered his eyes slowly, confused. He stared for a moment, and Shego inwardly prepared herself, knowing that something was going to wrong before he even spoke. "Shego… when did you grow a third knee?" he asked slowly, his head cocked to the side, apparently in deep thought.

'Oh, my god.'

Shego's face fell slack and she stared at him blankly for a moment. No holds barred in her mind, the thought, 'is he really thatstupid?' drifted around uninhibited. Then, as if she knew exactly what he was talking about and it was no cause for concern, she deadpanned, "Oh, you know, just now. A few seconds ago, really." Deciding to take it even further, as he seemed to be listening quite intensely, she continued without much thought. "I mean, it's obvious, isn't it? That's why I called you in here, 'cause I grew a third knee and all. I just figured you might want to run tests or something; maybe see if I've got some weird incurable third-knee disease that'll kill me before I'm thirty, or possibly cause me to sprout legs out of my head."

She even threw in a shrug for good measure.

Kim sighed at the brunette's obvious poke at Drakken's brilliance. There was no avoiding it now, though; they were caught, even if the so-called genius believed his understudy. Taking a deep breath and holding to the back of Shego's shirt for support, she slowly poked her head over her girlfriend's shoulder. "Uhm… hey, Drakken."

Using the moment in which Drakken's stare of curiosity turned into one of incredulity to step out from behind Shego, she moved up to stand beside her. The brunette turned to look at her girlfriend, brow furrowed deeply. She raised a hand to Kim's shoulder.

"What are you doing?" the younger teen whispered. "I totally had him going!"

Kim shrugged, though it was hard to do so while one hand was holding up a pair of jeans in need of a belt and the other arm was crossed in an attempt to cover the top half of her body. "You were being mean," the redhead answered simply, to which the other girl rolled her eyes, but Kim was unbothered. "He would have found out sooner or later anyway."

Shego moved to grab the nearest shirt available for her uncomfortably shirtless girlfriend. "Later would have been better."

The blue-skinned man watched the interaction silently, still working on understanding the situation and controlling his anger. They did make a rather cute couple now that he saw them together, but he was so angry that Shego hadn't even bothered to listen to his rules that their cute appearances couldn't shake off his anger, no matter how well they seemed to mesh with each other. The rules he had laid out were fair enough, and yet, Shego still disregarded them.

"Shego! Did you not hear a word I said earlier?" he asked, far angrier than he expected to sound. It was a bit shocking, to say the least, though he hid it well from his employee.

The brunette cringed, handing the shirt to her girlfriend carefully, wincing as if she might be scolded for that act alone. Apparently Drakken's shock had worn off. "Yeah, I heard you. Half the neighborhood probably did too." She crossed her arms, pointedly ignoring his glare, a scowl lurking just below the surface. 'Who does he think he is, Supermom?'

"Then they should help teach you how to obey the rules," Drakken responded heatedly.

Shego's eyes narrowed. "They should teach you how to make better ones."

As the two of them continued to argue, Kim took advantage of Drakken's distraction to work her way into the shirt Shego had given her. It was quite a feat to achieve, she decided, as she had somehow managed it without dropping her pants. She remained silent once she was in a predicament far less revealing, watching them go back and forth at each other. 'They argue so easily…' she thought, cocking her head to the side as she usually did when observing things that intrigued her. 'But I should probably stop them before Shego gets grounded….'

Shego wouldn't have cared if she got grounded; she was well into her angry-teenager mode, and something as trivial as being grounded wouldn't have fazed her in the least. She was jumping down Drakken's throat so far that his brain was starting to implode just attempting to keep up, and she doubted the thought of grounding her had even come to his mind. "That rule is stupid!" she yelled, hoping that maybe after a bit more arguing he would see reason and give in. "Why should my door stay open? It--" her words faltered as she felt a warm hand take her own, and her anger instantly disappeared. She turned to look into the bright green eyes of her girlfriend, noticing the silent plea within them, asking her to avoid more confrontation.

Shego inwardly sighed, but nodded her consent. 'Why can I never resist her?'

"You," Drakken said quietly, still rather upset. He turned his eyes to the tiny redhead, who stared at him impassively in return. He was intent on speaking to her in a similar tone he had used with his understudy, strong and authoritative, as any parental figure should, but the silent threat gleaming in Shego's eyes daring him to say anything harmful to her curbed his tongue. He knew what kind of pain his protégé was capable of inflicting, though he had never been on the receiving end before, and he was content to stay that way. As such, he made an attempt to speak kindly to the small redhead. "There are rules you must follow as well, Possible."

The brunette stared at him in disbelief, as if he had been the one to spontaneously grow a third knee. "She doesn't even live here!" she exclaimed angrily, withstanding the urge to flare up with her plasma while a small redhead held onto her hand. 'He's really crossed the line this time!' she thought, ready to get right back at tearing into him.

"It's okay," Kim assured her, squeezing Shego's hand. She cast a smile in her girlfriend's direction and turned back to Drakken. 'I might as well put an effort into it as well,' she rationalized, an internal nod following her thoughts. 'I'm here enough anyway. Whether Drakken knows it or not….' The redhead nodded to the blue-skinned doctor. "What's the sitch, Dr. D?"

Drakken crossed his arms. 'Well, that was rather easy…' he admitted. He had thought the teen heroine might need some reasoning before she bent to his will, but he was glad for this unexpected turn of events. "I trust Shego has already informed you of the first rules," he said, to which Kim nodded, and he continued sourly, "though neither of you seem inclined to follow them…." He fixed them with a reproving glance.

The girls flushed and turned their eyes to the floor.

The blue-skinned man sighed; there was no point to subtlety. "First of all," he started, his hands falling to his hips, much like they had when dealing with his protégé only hours before. Though, obviously, that technique didn't work as well as he would have hoped, so perhaps he would have to schedule a little heart-to-heart with his own mother to learn the secrets of the Way of the Woman. Filing that away in his To-Do List, he finally continued with his lecture. "You must always announce your presence," he said.

Kim nodded. 'That's fair enough,' she thought, and glanced toward her girlfriend. A scowl and a huffy exhale told her that Shego begrudgingly accepted the idea as well.

"Also, as you two have such a problem remembering it, I would like to reiterate; this door is to remain open while you are here," Drakken said in the firmest voice he could manage. He raised an eyebrow, as if challenging them to argue with him.

Shego was ready to put him back in his place, as she never was that good at avoiding such blatant challenges, but Kim squeezed her hand once more and she remained silent.

"We'll work on it…" the redhead said, gazing at her girlfriend with imploring eyes.

Drakken waited for Shego's consent; he couldn't really yell at her for the door being shut at that moment, because she had never verbally said she agreed to keep it open, but, so help him God, he would not make the same mistake of letting it go unsaid again.

Shego sighed heavily, her shoulders drooping, as if the whole world was against her. 'Why does she do that?' the brunette wondered dismally, shaking her head and trying her hardest to fight of a small smile. She was thinking of the pout Kim had donned to garner the villainess's cooperation. 'She knows it works, that's why.' She sighed deeply again and continued to fight the smile that threatened to give her away. "Yeah, yeah, I'll work on it."

"I suppose that's the best I can hope for," Drakken confessed, shaking his head.

"Damn right," Shego muttered quietly, earning her an elbow in the ribs from the redhead who caught it. She raised a hand to rub at her side gingerly, pouting, but having the decency to appear reprimanded by her girlfriend.

Kim smiled at her gently and turned back to Drakken. "Anything else?" the redhead asked politely.

Drakken thought for a moment. "Would it kill you to use the front door?"

Kim laughed quietly. "You usually try to hide it from me..."

"True..." the genius replied, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "I suppose I should point it out..."

Kim shrugged, trying as hard as she could to make it look less dismissive. "I know where it is."

"I should have known," the blue-skinned man harrumphed indignantly.

"If it means anything, it took me a while to find..." the redhead offered sheepishly.

He sighed and shook his head. "You'll use it, then?"

Kim nodded. "I'm pretty sure it won't kill me. Unless you've changed the alarm."

"I haven't," Drakken muttered, shoulders dropping. 'Ooh, she is infuriating!' he thought. 'How does she always do this to me?' Deciding that it was useless to think upon for fear that Shego might somehow read his mind and use it as an excuse to inflict pain upon him, he moved on. It was also hard to stay angry with the redhead while she looked so... passive. "Then it's settled."

Kim nodded, smiling tentatively at the genius. Shego only rolled her eyes at the man.

"Wait--no bringing... oh, what's his name...?"

"The buffoon?" Shego threw in helpfully, which earned her a slap on the arm. "Ow! What?"

Kim rolled her eyes, even though she wasn't truly angry with her girlfriend. She would never expect Shego and Ron to be civil towards each other; they simply didn't mix well. However, it didn't stop her from trying to get the brunette to lighten up on her best friend. "Be nice."

Drakken clapped his hands together, as if suddenly remembering something important. "Oh, yes, the buffoon. He is not to set foot in my lair."

Kim nodded once more; she had expected that, especially since Ron had trashed Drakken's last lair in a matter of moments. "Okay."

The blue-skinned man nodded. "Alright, then, I suppose that's enough for the time being. Please, listen this time," he added, looking distinctly at the brunette teen avoiding his eyes. A scowl and a glare in return was the most he had expected, and he was far from disappointed. "I suppose I'll leave you two to yourselves then," he finally conceded, sighing deeply. "Though, I must ask, why are you wearing Shego's clothes, Possible?"

"Her name is Kim," the teen villainess reminded him.

"Yes, but, nevertheless, Possible--"

"Didn't I just say she had a name?"

"Shego! She's my archenemy!"

"I don't care. She's my girlfriend."

"Shego--"

"No. If you want me to follow those ludicrous rules, you will call her by her name."

Drakken floundered angrily for a moment, glaring at the nefariously calm girl, but once a full minute passed without so much as denting her will, he sighed and allowed his shoulders to drop. "Fine. Why is… Kim… wearing your clothes, Shego?"

"We took a shower," the satisfied teen answered easily.

Drakken blanched. "Together?"

"Together," his protégé confirmed.

Her employer remained silent, but pulled a series of faces that ranged from incredulous to shocked all in the span of five seconds. "I--well--you--I mean--what--" Apparently the words were giving him a hard time, but Shego didn't try to help the struggling doctor, enjoying the fishlike side of Drakken that was being revealed to her. Kim could tell that Shego was content to watch him suffer, and even as goodie-goodie as she was, she had to admit, it was rather funny to watch. After what had appeared to be swallowing his tongue a few times, he finally managed to squeak out, "I… I trust you two behaved yourselves?"

Shego laughed, grinning, purposely giving Drakken the wrong idea.

Kim's elbow became reacquainted with the brunette's ribs. "Of course we did," she replied, almost forcefully. She turned to her girlfriend, eyes once more imploring the villainess to see reason and leave the poor doctor alone. He was being nice, after all. "Didn't we, Shego?"

Once again rubbing gingerly at her side, she nodded. "You bet'cha."

Drakken heaved a relieved sigh. "Oh, thank goodness." He nodded to himself spastically a time or two more than a few, wringing his hands together as if he was trying to assure himself that the world was not coming to a sudden, inexplicable end that wasn't even his fault. "Well, now, I suppose I'll take my leave then," he muttered, his voice oddly high pitched. He nodded continuously as he turned and shuffled out the door.

Kim and Shego let out two of the biggest sighs they ever needed in their lives.

They continued to stand where Drakken had left them. Kim still had one hand grasping a pair of wayward jeans, while Shego was still rubbing her bruising ribs, and their free hands were laced together between them. They stared silently at the door.

'He sure leaves a lot of leeway,' the heroine thought, although, in all fairness, they didn't truly give him a good amount of time to think of more rules, so it was expected. 'Then again, he'll probably just come back with more later.' After quiet moment, Kim turned to her girlfriend. "You know, sometimes I wonder at his sanity…" she said slowly, and as strangely as it sounded, it wasn't an insult.

Shego laughed. "I don't. I've just accepted that he has none."