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"It's Addictive: Chapter 10

I.

"Shego? Even if we knew how to get in touch with her, you'd have to be certifiably nutso to go near her." Crystal choked out.

"That's for sure," Little Mary joined in, "remember when she almost destroyed Bueno Nacho?"

"Yeah, or how about when she blew up the jewelry store?" Bonnie agreed.

"I know she can be a little temperamental…"

"Temperamental? Monique, have you totally lost it?" Melody gasped, "You're talking about a woman who regularly tries to take over the world."

"Naah, she's just in it for the fun. Drakken is the would be world conqueror."

"And you know this how?" Marcella questioned.

"A few months back, she broke into Club Banana when I was there late doing inventory. I knew who she was, and lemme tell you, you just think you've heard Mo Mo talk fast, I made any end of ad announcer sound like he had a southern drawl. To make a long story short, I convinced her to use my discount instead of stealing, and I promised to give her advance notice of anything good coming up." Monique looked thoughtful, "She really has great fashion sense in spite of that garish jumpsuit she wears."

Bonnie looked skeptical, "OK, so you know a villain. How does this help us with K?"

"She gave me a number to call her on and…"

Hope interrupted excitedly, " I get it, if Kim won't, ah, share, we call Shego!"

"All right," Tara grinned, "but we only call green girl if we absolutely have to, there's enough of us 'chosen' already. Let's go give Kim one more chance, then we take desperate measures."

Amid grins and giggles, the group headed for their cars.

II.

"Shego?"

"Where's the princess, Stoppable?"

"She's not here." Ron stammered.

"Right, well I tried to do this the easy way." Shego sighed, "C'mon, we go inside the lair, I tie you up, Kimmie appears to rescue you, blah, blah. This is getting so old."

Ron frowned, "I told you she wasn't here."

"Uh huh, and you jumped from a plane and just happened to land at Drakken's lair. And Princess isn't sneaking in some other way. Come on, let's get this over with."

"That's it," Ron growled, "I have had enough."

Shego glared, "What? Had enough what?" Looking at Ron, his totally pissed off expression, for some reason a picture of Drakken's shark pool popped into her head. "Look, sidekick…"

Ron chunked the parachute at the villainess, charging behind it. He hit the grass, sliding between her braced feet, "Worked on Gill." This time he got aggressive, as he slid between her legs, he grasped her slim ankles, twisting to his stomach, coming upright, jerking Shego's feet out from under her.

The suddenness of the attack, combined with the thrown parachute, startled Shego enough that she wasn't prepared to fall. Her abundant chest slammed into the ground, driving the air from her lungs. Trying to force air into her empty chest, she felt Ron grab her right hand. The familiar sensation of a cuff clipped on her wrist. Helplessly trying to breathe, she was unable to resist as Ron pulled her left wrist back and secured it, all the while muttering about women chasing him. Gasping Shego felt Ron reach under her, massaging her diaphragm, helping her get air.

Ron knelt astride Kim's most dangerous foe, his good humor restored. He noticed Shego's hands beginning to glow. "Ah, Shego, I'd be real careful if I were you." The cuffs glowed, Shego's fingers flickered. "These cuffs are experimental, and Wade really hasn't had a chance to test them. Well, of course he hasn't, you wouldn't have volunteered, would you?"

Shego squirmed and growled.

"See, you might be able to overload the circuits and open them, but one in three chance. The other maybes are the cuffs explode, or they short circuit and fry your hands." He paused, then couldn't stop, "Can the sidekick get a BOOYAH?"

"Stoppable, you are dead when I get these off."

"Hey, Shego, I…y'know, Shego's kind of a silly name."

Shego reared, her feet kicking up. Ron pushed between her shoulders and sat down, butt to butt. "I mean, c'mon, Hego, Shego, Mego, and Wego? Imagination deprived anyone?"

Shego wanted to resist, but in her current situation she was just glad Ron was pushing on her shoulders and not her head. She remained silent.

"I read your GJ file, but somehow your first name got lost. There's Henry, Mendall, Wesley, and Wilkin Gough, but no sister's name. So, what's your real first name."

"Like I'd tell you." Shego sneered.

Ron grinned from ear to ear. "Oh good, guessing games, I'm all about the name games. Let's see…Sherry? Sheila? Selena? Nah, none of those." He thought for a moment, "I got it, Sheboygan!"

Shego wriggled madly, "Get off me!"

Ron giggled, "Naaa, no parent would…then again, Killigan's parents did name him Duff. I mean, that might have been a happy memory for your 'rents, you know, where little Sheboygan got started."

"You are certifiable," Shego huffed in resignation, "are you going to sit on me all day?"

"Well," Ron bounced a few times, "I'm comfortable."

"Get off!"

"Nope. Hey! I've got it!" Ron sounded like he had discovered a new naco. "Scheherazade."

"What?" Shego grunted, curiosity piqued, "Why would my folks call me that?"

"Well, it makes sense."

"How?"

"Maybe they had a premonition. I think you could keep some lucky guy coming back for a thousand and one nights, probably more if you wanted."

"Stoppable, are you flirting with me?" Shego asked incredulously.

"Nope, just stating facts. But, I do have a problem, well, a couple, really."

"You have a problem?"

"Yep, number one, if Kim saw where I'm sitting, she'd put some major pain on me. And second, if I get up, you're going to have those cuffs unlocked in thirty seconds and you'll put major pain on me. What to do, what to do?"

"You've got a problem, all right. How do you think little Kimmie will react when I tell her what you've been up to?"

"And you'll tell her in the worst way, won't you, Shego? But, I have an idea." Ron turned Shego's gloves down over the cuffs. Then, he unzipped and rolled up her sleeves.

"Stoppable! What do you think you're doing?" The ebony haired lovely screeched.

"Homework."

"What do you…uhhhhh…Stoppable…." Shego felt Ron lightly tapping at her wrist pulse points. "You…you…oh my gahhh…" Shegos body clenched, head rearing, toes pointing, before she went limp.

"Well, what do ya know, Sensei said Chiun's touch would only take seven taps, she took nine."

II.

Anne Possible felt her jaw trying to come unhinged. "You…you are talking about our Ron, Ron Stoppable, right?"

"The one and only, Mrs. Possible." Amelia blushed.

"Kim," Anne looked at her daughter, who was looking everywhere but at her mother, "Kim, is that what you feel, too?"

"Mom…when he…after yester…I…she said it, I didn't!"

"Kimmie, that isn't an answer."

"Mom, I just…I…I…MINE!"

"No, Amelia, sit down." Anne fervently wished she was alone so she could give in to the incipient hysterical laughter creeping up on her. We are going to have a 'civilized' conversation and sort this out, understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am." "Yes, Mom."

"OK, first, I'm still trying to find out what Ron does. Amelia, how many times has Ron, ah…"

"Touched me? Only once, when he spanked me."

"All right, Kim, you seem to be well ahead of every one else, so settle down, all right?"

"How much further ahead?" Amelia wondered.

Kim blushed and mumbled.

"What?"

Anne grinned, "Twenty three, Amelia."

"You're kidding! How did you…I mean…what did he…" Amelia drew a deep breath, "What did it feel like?" she whispered in awe.

"I…I can't describe it," Kim managed, "just pure bliss. Every time I thought it couldn't get better he…and then he…" her voice trailed off in dreamy memory.

Anne grinned wickedly, "Well, now that we've lost Kimmie for a while, Amelia, can we talk?"

"I suppose so, Mrs. Possible." Amelia replied, unable to take her eyes off the vacantly smiling girl and reconcile that image with her prior image of a tough as nails teen hero. "About what?"

"About Ron. Did he touch your back too?"

Amelia reluctantly tore her gaze from Kim. "What? No, he…well, yes, the base of my back, but what really did it was his touching and caressing my neck…and ears…and…"

Anne Possible smiled at the vacant eyed teen, "Well, this may take a while, I might as well make another pot of coffee." As she stood the doorbell rang. When Kim showed no reaction, Anne went to see who was arriving now.

"Yes?" On her doorstep and sidewalk Anne found eleven teenagers. Monique, Bonnie, the rest of the cheer squad, and three unknowns. "Can I help you?"

Bonnie took the lead. "Dr. Possible, can we speak to Kim, please?"

Anne's glance roamed over the group. All but two were displaying pins. "Is this about the cheer squad?"

"Yes." "Cheer squad." "New routine." "Practice." replied the girls.

"Not about Ron, then?" Anne hid her grin.

Silence.

Behind the group Anne noticed a car with two girls inside slam to a halt. The girls stared at the group on her doorstep, the passenger frantically punching a cell phone. "Come in, girls, I think we are about to have more visitors."

III.

Dr. Director stared intently at her drowsing agent. "What did Ron do to you, Willy, and why were you with him in the first place? All you were supposed to do was catalogue and file the reports and data." Turning to her board, Dr. Director began punching in numbers. "Dr., I need to know if there has been any new activity on the Ron factor research?"

The scientist looked puzzled. "I thought you cancelled that project, director?"

"I had an agent…ah…giving the data a second look. Has there been anything new?"

"Just a moment," the researcher began inputting questions, "Hmmm, someone has reengaged the remaining surveillance devices we left behind."

"I thought I ordered those removed?"

"Yes, Dr. Director, you…ah…did, but with the need for secrecy, the time and manpower constraints, we haven't got to them all yet." The researcher ran a finger around his suddenly tight collar. "You didn't say there was a priority, Ma'am."

"True, I did not. Were the new files retained?"

"Automatic, Dr. Director."

"All right, send all new data to my board. Classify them as my eyes only. No one sees them without my personal authorization."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Out." Dr. Director blanked the screen. "Now maybe I'll find out what agent Du did."

IV.

Shego was too experienced to show her captor she was conscious until she had all the information available. "What just happened? Stoppable attacked me, wait…the sidekick doesn't attack, Princess attacks, Stoppable runs." She cracked her eyes, "Yep, I'm over his knee, or at least someone's knee in black pants, but why would…?" Her thoughts jumped as she realized her jumpsuit was riding up in front, baring her stomach. Someone was pulling on the back cloth, gradually cutting the material. "What is he…" She felt her jumpsuit part completely. She heard the click of a jackknife closing. Fingers hooked in the material and began pulling down.

"Stoppable! What do you think you're doing?" She bellowed, squirming wildly.

"Decide to quit pretending, huh?" She heard his laughing voice. "And I told you, homework."

"I refuse to be your sex ed project, Stoppable." Shego snarled. She twisted her head to stare back at the grinning blonde.

"Scheherazade, you've been a naughty girl."

"Stoppable, you idiot, I'm going to…"

"Threats and abuse, all I ever get are threats and abuse." Ron sighed, "Well, if you intend to hurt me anyway, I might as well deserve it." He pulled the ragged edge of her ex one piece suit to her knees.

"STOPPABLE!"

"Commando, Shego? You are a naughty girl."

"Sidekick, I am gonna rip out your heart and feed it to you!" Shego screamed.

"Tch, tch, tch, still the bad girl, Scheherazade, and you know what happens to bad girls." She strained her head, seeing his large, suddenly hard hand hovering over her bare backside.

"You. Wouldn't. Dare."

WHAP.