It's Addictive: Chapter 13

I.

"Dr. Director?" The cautious voice broke Betty from her enthrallment with the monitor screens..

"What is it? I said I wasn't to be disturbed." The luscious brunette growled at her closed door.

"Ah, yes, ma'am, but you've been in there all night and I was just making sure that..."

Making certain that her screens were blanked Betty stormed to the door, jerking it open on a clearly nervous second in command. "O'Bannon, you act like this is the first all nighter I ever pulled, now get me a car, no driver, I'm taking a little time off."

"Betty, ah, Dr. Director, are you sure..."

"What?"

"It's just that you look a little, uh, a little tired. Are you sure you need to go somewhere?"

Betty smiled at her second, "I appreciate the concern, Jack, but I'm fine. Just going for a little R & R. So if the world isn't ending, don't call. Just a nice unofficial car, ok?"

Jack grinned back, "Well, if it's R&R, we have a Jag in the garage."

"Jack, I said unofficial, I didn't say grandmotherly."

"As long as it's R&R, and not I&I," Jack laughed, "I think you'll like this, two seat convertible, XJ27, straight from the factory to the Q section. All the tricks, and faster than a greyhound on speed."

"All right!" Betty enthused, "have it brought around." Shutting the door, she walked to her station and began shutting down and securing her computers. "All right, Stoppable, I've seen what you can do with the Junior Varsity, now let's see how you handle the pros."

II.

"I'm getting too old for these all night gigs," Drakken moaned as he slumped towards his quarters, "Who could believe the damage one buffoon could do? The sharks won't even come up to be fed. And Shego! Lot of help she was, my number one lackey and instead of taking the worries off my back, I wind up having to spend the night cleaning up the lair, soothing the syntho-drones, and..." The door he was about to pass blew out in a burst of green plasma, shattering against the wall.

"Where is he? I'm gonna kill that sorry excuse for a..."

"Shego!" Drakken screamed in fright, "Do you have any idea what that door costs?" The Dr. remembered his sidekick's power, "and just to be safe, I'm not the sorry excuse, am I?" He began to cower.

Shego turned to glare at her employer, "No, but if you can't find him for me, you may become a substitute."

"I'll find him, I'll find him! I promise." Drakken immediately answered, "uh...find who?"

"Stoppable, that's who? I want him right now, Drewbie, or you'll take his place."

"Who?"

"Stoppable!"

"Uh..."

"Drakken, don't play me, you won't like what happens. You know Stoppable? The buffoon? Princess's sidekick?"

"Oh, you mean the home wrecker."

"What? Never mind, I'll find him myself." The green beauty turned to storm away.

"Shego...ah,maybe you'd better...ah..."

Shego glared over her shoulder, "Spit it out, Doc, I'm a woman in a hurry."

"You, ah, might want to...ah..."

"Drakken!"

"Put come clothes on and fix your hair." Drakken mumbled, his complexion turning bright blue.

Shego looked down at herself, "What...AHHHHHHHH..." She dashed back into her room.

In passing, she cold cocked Drakken, just on general principles.

III.

Anne Possible smiled at her mission clad daughter, curled up on the couch. Then her expression changed as she looked at the devastation of her immaculate home. "I almost wish Drew had come, we have insurance for that. None of those girls is leaving until this mess is cleaned up, and Ron owes me a huge favor for this one." The neurologist smiled to herself, remembering the hectic plans and details the girls had come up with to deal with Drakken. Some of those plans would have pleased and awed the twins. Finally, about four, the party had broken up with the decision Drew wasn't coming and the logistics of sleeping arrangements had to be worked out. Kim had thought that her nemesis was just dumb enough to come in the front door, so she was on the couch. The den was full of pads, sleeping bags, and sleeping girls. Kim's room had been won in a marathon rock, scissors, paper duel that had left Little Mary, Susie, and Bonnie in possession. Picking up the odd bottle or glass, Anne meandered toward her bedroom. Time to get a few hours sleep before the clean up began.

IV.

The hovercraft floated outside the house, lazily bobbing in the breeze. Ron leaned over the side, gazing in the window. The slight moonlight made it difficult to see into the darkened room, but he was sure he could see a figure asleep in the bed. Quickly securing the craft, he eased the window open and crept towards the limp figure. As he reached to touch her, a shaft of moonlight momentarily lightened the room, revealing the presence of not one but three figures. Puzzled, he tried to decide who the other two were when a buzz saw sound erupted from the floor. "OK, that's Bon-Bon, I remember that roar from Wannaweep." He shuddered slightly, "oooh man, place of evil! Why's she in Kim's..." he realized the figure in the bed was much larger than his petite love. Reaching into a pocket, he pulled out a red lensed flashlight, playing it over the girls. "Right, Big Mary, Susie, and Bonnie. What in the world happened here last night, and where's KP?"

Ron began to edge back towards the window, when his inner Zorpox awakened. "Wait a minute, Sensei said this technique was supposed to be used on a sleeping girl, all the ones I've used it on were awake. And LM and Susan have been after me...after all, I'll just be giving them what they want..."

"NO" Ron argued, "It's too risky, what if one of them woke up?"

"C'mon," his evil self sneered, "no guts, no glory. And think of the challenge, two at once! We've never done that either."

"I don't know, if Mrs. Dr. P. found out..."

"Be a man, besides, the saucer's right out the window, one jump and we're gone..."

Ron's better self surrendered without another whimper. He surveyed his soon to be conquests. Little Mary, lying on top of the covers, Mr. Possible's dress shirt barely reaching the tops of her thighs, and Susie, cuddled up on the pad beside the bed.

"Which one, which one?"

"Why not do both at the same time?"

"The same time?"

"You wanted a challenge!"

"Right."

Ron knelt, each hand reaching for a pulchritudinous prize.

V.

The scream awakened the house.