Whee, hoping this one gets done sooner. Started September 13, 2006
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This morning was different. She was perched in the vent above the center of her room, watching as the silent pillows with a voice recording of her sleeping played. It was barely three, but she knew she had to start early to catch him in the act. Something moved... Eyes quickly spot the movement, but all the only thing found is the flowers. Back to watching the door. The idea he could get through the window? There was no way. Check the clock: Three o' seven. Two minutes since she last looked. Oh, this was not what she was used to... She needed to be out there, kicking his butt, but she can't do that. That's Kimmie's territory. As much as she wanted to fight the heroine, she needed to kick the sidekick's butt first, and without interference.
Yesterday's plan flopped early, and Shego needed some sleep. Waking in the middle of the night she found herself bored. After a few hours of late-night workout, this idea entered her head. Get the jump on the kid, make him stop doing this by force, when its too early for him to be coherent. Maybe this way he'll stop coming around pestering her first thing in the morning.
Clock says nine past three. She was going to be driven crazy. Calm down, breathe. Lets try counting backwards from a thousand. Once each breath, that should take some time. One thousand... Nine hundred ninety-nine...
"Shego? Come on, you gotta be here somewhere." What? He's here? Easy, look down the grating... Light? The sun shouldn't rise for... Oh no. The clock says seven twenty. You fell asleep! "All right well, I'm just gonna leave this rose here and..." A swift crack echoes in the room. "So um, I'm going to go find something else to put those flowers in real quick."
Looking around the room, unsure of who he spoke to, the young man darted out of the room. Falling out of the vent, Shego heard a crack under her foot. Picking it up and looking, she saw pieces of shattered glass underfoot. The flowers that had been held in the now shattered container were missing, and she heard some fumbling going on down the hallway. Groaning, she set off in a slow stride after Ron.
In the kitchen of the lair, Drakken opened the oven, peering inside and giggling before closing it again. Donned in a blue apron with the words "Kiss the madman" sewn in a pretty décor across the bottom. Moving back over to the table, where several metal cookie cutters were laid with care, he picked up the kitten design. In the middle of the cutters was a pan with rolled out cookie dough, where the "doctor" began to lower the simple device. When it had nearly reached its target, a loud crash behind the blue genius caused him to jerk it wildly, getting no shape out of it, and scrunching up the batter.
"Oh, now I have to roll it back out again. Buffoon, why are you destroying my dishes?"
Turning to face each other, Ron blushed sheepishly and held up the flowers. "You uh, got somewhere for me to put these? They need their water and all that, you know."
Drakken tossed the rolling pin at the teenage super-hero, who caught it while dropping the flowers. Drakken dove to catch them, grumbling as he stood up, "Go roll my cinna-choco dough flat again while I get a vase for these." With that, he walked out of the kitchen, rubbing the cheek he had landed on. Shrugging, Ron went to the task set before him.
A few moments later, in the lair lounge, Drakken pulled out some fake flowers in a vase and put the roses in their place. "At least the water is… AH!"
Shego had snuck up behind him, and was tapping her finger on her elbow, arms crossed. He winced at the snarl, before remembering his captive. Quickly thrusting the newly replaced roses into her arms, he ran off before the surprise at what he'd just done wore off. Turning angrily to follow his trail, she saw him dart into the kitchen. Setting the flowers back on the stool their new container came from, she chased after him.
Immediately on entering the kitchen, her nose was assaulted with a sweet, somewhat familiar sensation. "Are you baking cookies?" Surveying the room, she saw Ron rolling out cookie dough, and the refrigerator shivering. Without hesitation, a glowing hand was raised, and the door was blasted off the shaking appliance, revealing a man in a blue lab coat. Screeching in terror, Drakken tried to make a run for it, only to be grabbed by the green villainess.
Pointing to the oven, Shego eyed her employer. "This is your big project for today? Please tell me the cookies are at least lined with mind-control sugar, or something."
At those words, Ron stopped rolling, and looked with disgust at what he could have just helped with. The doctor was quick to respond, "No Shego, as if. Mind control sugar is impossible. But maybe I could have used those special chocolate chips hench-co. had on sale last week…" Hearing this, the sidekick superhero started again at rolling the dough, a familiar pink pet sneaking out of his pants to taste-test the raw treat.
Cut short by a very angry look, the blue master of doodads tried to explain himself, still hanging by his collar, "Well its not like I can work on a doomsday plan when they come over every day." Shego dropped him, and turned to face the cohort of cookies. As Drakken scampered off behind her, she slowly advanced on Ron, who was just about to use the same kitty cutter to make an incision.
As soon as it landed, the contents of the tray were blasted by a green flare, which scared the young man somewhat. Turning panicked to face the source, his face changed from fear, contorting in held-back giggles. Shego had managed to splatter most of the cookie dough on her face, and was a sight to behold, the stuff dripping off her face. Even Rufus had reappeared from his hiding place behind the bag of flower to fall over laughing. Both were quickly silenced by another blast. The young mole-rat ran into his friend's pocket, mumbling something about 'scary lady'. "Okay, okay, I'm leaving!" Ron said, as he dove out the open window into the grassy field a few feet below. Shego went to the window, and considered chasing the retreating target, but when a yawn threw off her aim, she decided on retreating to sleep.
As she passed through the lounge, she grabbed the roses, returning them to their place on her dresser. Falling on her bed and groaning into her pillow, she let sleep capture her, whispering, "That boy is starting to ruin my career…"
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Yeah, didn't get done sooner. Yay moving and losing my job! Okay, here it is, a rewritten 5 times chapter that makes more sense than it was going to. (Seriously, flowers that mutated by being in water?)
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