Yet Another Kigo Fic! – Chapter 3
By Ken-Zero
Disclaimer: As many authors have said, if any of us really owned KP and friends the series would have been much different. As none of us do, then, we work with what we have.
Four months previous…
Kim Possible was happy. She was very happy. In fact, she was so giddy she felt like she was walking on air. In spite of the sheer destruction, she had saved the world, graduated high school, kept her boyfriend, and seen a television broadcast that she hoped was a harbinger of good things to come. In fact, the total annihilation of the Possible residence was barely able to scratch her euphoria.
The family stayed in a hotel while the city rebuilt their house as a thank you for their contributions to society at large. Kim had done a lot of hanging with her friends that summer, but there was one thing that nagged at her for the first few weeks after graduation.
After beating the Lorwardians down and sending them packing, their figurative tails between their legs, Kim had seen on TV the ceremony wherein Shego and Dr. Drakken had been awarded medals for their exploits in saving the world. Kim knew that that had to be a weird experience for both of them, especially for Shego since it marked something of a return to the "light side." What Kim wanted to know, though, was…was Shego really happy with it, or was that just a false smile for the cameras? As a thief she had to be adept at bluffing. And yet…it looked genuine. Drakken had looked confused but honored at the same time, at least until his flower partner had wrapped Shego up next to him.
That hade made Kim laugh out loud. Shego looked decidedly uncomfortable—that smile was definitely forced. Drakken looked the same.
So Kim decided. She knew she had a slim chance of success, but that only egged her on. After all, anything was Possible for a Possible. Especially her.
Shego was happy. She was very happy. In fact, with the recent turn of events she wasn't sure if she was actually dreaming.
Oh, the being a hero thing was amusing enough. She knew Kimmie had to be getting a kick out of it, too. It just…wasn't her.
Dr. D was still a bit weirded out. The flower attachment thingy had finally worn off, and he was decidedly less jumpy about that, but the fact that his only successful plan had been one used in defense of the world instead of used in taking it over was causing him to do some soul-searching. Of course, his evil buddies were still ribbing him over it, some of them being less than good-natured about it.
Shego was…conflicted. On one hand she was proud of herself for doing a job well. She'd gone to rescue Drakken from the Lorwardians and had helped Kimmie out in the process. That had been…fun, actually. More fun than their usual fighting, in which Shego usually hid her enjoyment under an angry or cocky expression.
And yet, as much fun as it had been, it had been lacking the usual rush. Yes, there was the whole endorphin high from fun physical activity, but it lacked the thrill of getting away with anything. Shego's best work was done right under people's noses, especially when they felt the most secure. It was when she could undermine their confidence that she usually got the biggest rush. The helping thing didn't have that rush. She still felt smug about winning, though. At least there was that.
But the main reason that she was happy was that she was on vacation. Dr. D had told her to take as much time as she wanted, and she was going to take him at his word on that. She'd practically vanished into thin air the minute he'd said that and had been relaxing, away from the world's eyes and almost completely incommunicado, for the whole time since.
After all, anyone that had to put up with Dr. Blue Boy for any amount of time would deserve a vacation. Especially her.
Kim's Kimmunicator chirped its happy little minor-third melody. She pulled it out and glanced at the screen. "What's the sitch, Wade?"
"You've had a…weird hit on the site, Kim," the boy genius said. "Someone filed a missing persons report."
"And that's weird why?" Kim had done plenty of missions like that.
"Because Drakken is the one who posted it."
"Drakken?" Kim echoed. "What, is he missing his poodle or something?"
"He claims Shego vanished off the face of the earth," Wade said with a shrug. "I can send you the message he left."
"Please and thank you," Kim said with a smile. Wade's fingers flew, and about three seconds later Drakken's face appeared on a smaller picture-in-picture.
"Kim Possible," he began, sounding almost normal, "I know this sort of thing is right up your alley. Shego is missing and I need you to bring her back." Kim's eyebrow went up. "I realize this sounds strange coming from your greatest foe, Dr. Drakken, but be assured it is a fully legitimate request." His expression shifted to near-panic. "Please find her fast! I need her!" Then the transmission ended.
"Melodramatic much?" Kim asked Wade, who smiled back at her.
"The funny part about it is, Kim, Shego's just on vacation."
"How did you find that out?"
"I asked."
She stared at the screen. "What, did you call Drakken back?"
"Nothing so clean. I just hacked into his records. Silly villains seem to think that being on their own network means they're immune to my cyber claws."
"You rock, Wade. Can you tell me where she went?"
"Not a clue. You know her well enough, though. Crashed enough of her previous vacations."
Kim had the decency to blush slightly. "I still feel kinda bad about the last one we wrecked…I'll have some ideas to run by you later, Wade."
"I'll be here." He signed off, and her Kimmunicator darkened to inactivity.
"Now, if I were a notorious thief with a short temper and plasma powers, where would I go to relax?" Kim pondered while she toyed with her wrist device. "Somewhere, I'm sure, that would either be quiet and devoid of people…or in a country where they haven't heard of me yet."
Kim knew that Shego was vain enough to want an area all to herself, instead of blending in…not that she could do that with her skin being its pale green color. She also remembered the woman having a weakness for all things warm and hot, hence sunning herself on beaches or resting in spas with special heat treatments. She decided to try and get a list of places to search through, and sat at her computer.
Three hours of exhausting—and sorely tempting—research later, she called up Wade via her wrist Kimmunicator. "Got a list of places for you to check for Shego," she said instantly, not bothering with pleasantries. "I need to know if you can get satellite imagery."
"Depends on where you want it from. I mean…I can get anything, just, some will take longer than others."
"Whatever you can get me," Kim said. "I'm in no hurry."
"I'll get back to you when I get results," Wade said, and signed off.
Kim settled in for the wait. She went down to dinner with her parents, came back upstairs, and put some finishing touches on one of her several college scholarship applications. It was late at night when Wade called her again.
"Got a lead," he said. "Spy satellites have been trickier than usual to get into, but regular ones have yielded a couple of results. First one: Brazil," he continued, sending her the image in question. She could see only a small amount of detail, but there was a sparsely-populated beach with an almost tell-tale human figure in long dark hair and a bright green suit. "That one, I think, is the closest match. Second is in Utah, of all places." He showed her another photo, this one of a very similar situation, except the photo had no color, so the bathing suit was questionable. "The third is in Turkey. This one's the least likely of the photos I found, but it's a big bathhouse, which you said she liked in the past." Sure enough the photo displayed a large, elaborately-decorated building that looked like it had been around since the time of the Romans. It was a large square structure with an open area in the middle; the tiling was still red ceramic, or had been restored that way, and the middle opening featured a large pool surrounded by mosaics. The picture was too far away to make out any of the details of the mosaics, but Kim could make out a human-shaped figure relaxing in the open water.
"Nobody's been to that place in about six months," Wade said as Kim studied. "That's the biggest reason I thought of it."
"Thanks for this, Wade," Kim said gratefully. "I think I'll check Utah first, it's closest. Got a ride for me?"
"Sure you don't want to wait until tomorrow?" Wade offered. "You were the one that said you weren't in a hurry."
Kim, uncharacteristically, hesitated. "You have a point," she said slowly. "Alright. First thing tomorrow, the 'search' is on."
"Okay, Kim. See you then."
"Night, Wade."
The next morning found Kim flying in a two-seat Cessna Piper with a certain Mr. Edwards.
"Thanks again for the lift, Mr. Edwards," she said, as was her custom, when they neared the spot in Utah airspace.
"No problem, little lady," said Mr. Edwards. "Especially after the way you moved those bird nests away from the hangars. Alfred Hitchcock may have had bird ideas, but that was too dangerous for us normal non-film folks."
"It was no big," Kim assured him. "I'm sure anyone could have moved a few thousand pigeon and vulture nests in time for the air show."
The ritual exchange completed, Kim waited until he gave her the signal, then leapt from the plane. She enjoyed freefalling like this, wind rushing past and almost totally taking her breath away. She twitched a limb here and there, altering her trajectory slightly, then yanked the ripcord at the appropriate altitude. Her chute exploded from her backpack and slowed her instantly to a bare fraction of her previous velocity, and when she touched down she dropped into a roll to absorb the force of the landing.
She nodded to herself as she shrugged out of the jump gear and backpack, surveying her surroundings. She'd chosen a good spot for the jump, landing in a field not far from the public beach drive entrance. She took off at a trot.
A handful of minutes later she was at the beach proper, and not a soul was in sight. A couple of seemingly abandoned beach chairs soaked up the remnants of the day's sunshine, and the small lake's waves splashed harmlessly on the sand. The dropping sun tinted both the water and sand red, and Kim held a hand in front of her face to keep from being blinded from the glare. She turned to check out the area she'd come from and saw nothing.
Deciding the beach was a bust she entered the concession area…and almost tripped over her own two feet: there sat Shego, her back to Kim and what looked like a newspaper in her hand, a plate of something in front of her on the table.
Kim was struck by the utter absurdity of it all: her most dangerous nemesis, sitting there, reading the newspaper like it was Saturday morning—which it actually almost was—and she didn't have a care in the world.
Absurd or not, though, she had to do what she'd come to do, so she marched up behind Shego and tapped her on the shoulder.
"What is it?" the green woman asked, sounded irritated…but much less so than normal. She didn't even turn around.
"Surprise," said Kim simply, and Shego's head whipped around. Her eyes rolled and she groaned.
"What is it, Princess? Come to interrupt my vacation again because someone broke Dr. D out of prison and you think it was me?"
Somewhat to Shego's surprise Kim just appropriated the other chair at the small table and flopped into it. "Not really. At least, that's not why I'm interrupting your vacation."
"Yet you're still interrupting it. What gives?"
"Someone filed a missing persons report."
"And…you think I've got them kidnapped and secreted away at my vacation spot? Fuck that."
"Did I say that?" Kim asked with a hint of a smile.
Shego didn't miss it. "No," she said, her eyes narrowing. "You didn't. What gives?"
"Just decided to drop in," Kim answered.
"That one was old forever ago. I take it you skydived?"
"Yep."
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she growled.
"Yep."
"Spit it out, Princess," Shego said. Just when she had been starting to relax, the damn redheaded irritant just had to come and crash things…
"You'll never believe the details."
"Hello? Survived a meteorite strike? I believe a lot, I just make fun of it," Shego said, pointing to her green skin tone.
"True. Well…"
"Again, spit it out."
Kim's half-grin turned full. "Drakken put out the MP report. On you."
Shego blinked. Twice. "What did you say?"
"Exactly what it sounded like. Drakken hit up my website with a request to find you because you, quote, are missing and he needs me to bring you back, end quote."
Shego could only stare. "You can't be serious."
"I can show you," Kim offered, pointing to her Kimmunicator.
"The last thing I need is proof," Shego said instead. "I told you, I believe…just…oh, fuck no," she said. Her eyes went even narrower.
"What?" Kim asked, alarmed. She hadn't anticipated Shego getting angry.
"I'll bet you I know just what he's worried about."
"What's that?" Kim asked. She felt weird asking, but Shego hadn't attacked her yet, hadn't even gotten angry—at least, not toward Kim. She was beginning to think this vacation thing must be a sort of truce time, like if Kim didn't start something, Shego wouldn't either.
She admitted to herself it felt better to talk normally with the woman she still sometimes accidentally thought of as a big sister instead of fighting her in nearly-mortal combat.
"His goddamn pickles," Shego growled. Kim noticed the telltale green fire creeping around Shego's hands, and it looked like Shego didn't. Kim reached forward and grabbed one hand, thankful her gloves kept her from instantly burning. The newspaper wasn't nearly so lucky.
"Hey, calm down," she said urgently, "before you burn your vacation down."
Shego blinked at the contact and the warning, and the fire winked out instantly. "…Thanks, Cupcake," she said, and was surprised by how easy it was to say it. She'd have sworn once that being grateful to Kimmie would be much, much more difficult than pulling teeth that were held in place with superglue while using only toothpicks.
"Hey, it's your vacation," she shrugged. Silence descended for a few seconds before Kim asked, "So, why are you on vacation?"
Shego sighed and closed up what was left of the newspaper. "You can only take so much, you know?" she began. A corner of her mind scoffed at chatting with her enemy, but the rational part responded that Kimmie wasn't here to fight, just bring her back.
"Of Drakken? I think we can agree on that."
"That makes one thing," she actually chuckled. "There's just not been a lot going on lately, either. I mean, we had that whole save the world thing a few weeks ago and suddenly he's getting offers from places that, three days before that, would have been trying to arrest him. I mean, the National Weather Service asked him to retrofit that crazy weather machine he tried to use a couple years ago with different equipment for observing weather instead of causing it." She shook her head. "You remember how it held up in a huge thunderstorm. They think they could get direct observation of like tornadoes and other big weather things like that."
Kim looked impressed. "Wow. They trust him that much?"
"Apparently so. I mean, being a part of saving the world gives you some credibility. You, of all people, should know that."
"Well, okay…just…it's weird for me, you know?"
"Doy, I think I do know, thank you," Shego said acerbically. "You've been on the side of right all along. Here we are, having been villains for ever and ever and all of a sudden we're being celebrated like we've been your partners for ten years."
"I haven't even been doing missions that long! Well, the important missions, at least."
"Fine, but you get the idea, right?" Kim nodded and Shego continued. "I think I just needed time to be myself for a little while. Drakken wasn't being any fun to tease because he wasn't dreaming up half-assed schemes to take over the world that I could take apart line by line and point out all his mistakes."
"But if you edited his plans, why did they still fail?"
"Oh, he never listened. That's what happens when you lace everything with sarcasm."
"You? Sarcastic? No way."
Shego smirked. "You're learning. I'm impressed."
"I learn from the best."
Shego looked surprised for a second. Kim…complimenting her?
Kim seemed to realize it at the same instant, and the silence in the darkening evening was a bit awkward for a bit. Finally, Kim broke it. "So, um…about bringing you back?"
Shego sighed. "Yeah, I suppose I've been away long enough. We'll go back tomorrow."
"Actually…" Kim felt herself turning red but she couldn't help it. "…if you don't mind, could I stay with you for a couple of days?"
Shego blinked again. "Kim Possible, have you lost your mind? Fraternizing with the enemy, and all that?" Her smirk was back.
"You're not my enemy!" Kim protested. "Not anymore…are you?"
Shego pursed her lips as she thought. "Well…now that's the sixty-four dollar question, isn't it?"
Kim's gaze dropped from Shego's face to the table top. "I just…I don't want to think of you like that anymore. At least, not since a few weeks ago. You actually looked happy when we got back, and I guess I thought it was real. God, how naïve am I?"
Shego was silent for a few seconds again. "Tell you what, Princess: fine, you can stay a couple of days. Then we go back so I can open Drewbie's pickles. While we're here we can try and avoid the enemy thing."
Kim's gaze rose back to meet Shego's. "You mean it?"
"I'd tell you on my honor but…"
"Hey, you have honor, just different. Or something."
"And what makes you say that?" Shego was actually interested. She was a damn thief, for fuck's sake.
"Well, did you ever try and shoot me in the back or anything? Track me down while I was injured or sleeping?"
"Well, no, that's just plain wrong."
"See what I mean? That's honor."
"No, it's 'If I kill Kim Possible, Teen Hero, the whole fucking world will come after my ass and won't rest until my head rolls.'"
"Believe that if you want," Kim said with a small smile. "But thanks anyways."
The next couple of days were…interesting. Shego and Kim maintained an air of civility, and Kim enjoyed herself thoroughly. They didn't pry into each other's lives and that let both of them cut loose for perhaps the first time ever—Shego's tenure as Miss Go notwithstanding.
Kim actually shocked her one day when Shego came in from sunbathing. Kim had said, "I wish I looked like you," in an offhand tone of voice, and that had stunned Shego on the inside. She'd responded on autopilot with something about offering to go find the green paint.
Kim protested. "I meant you have a great figure," she said, her cheeks almost the same color as her hair. In Kim's mind she couldn't believe what she'd been thinking had slipped out, but now that she'd dug her hole there was no way to go but down.
Shego decided to run with it. After all, Kimmie never complained about being teased before. "You like what you see?" she asked salaciously. She spread her arms out and turned a circle in place. The two-piece bathing suit she wore for being in the sun helped show her off very well: the top was cut wide so it showed a lot in the middle, and the bottom was negligible enough to count almost as lingerie.
Kim only realized she was staring when Shego waved a hand in front of her face. Her blush deepened more than either woman thought possible, even for a Possible. Shego was actually thinking Kimmie would pass out, but the younger girl recovered and hid her face in a convenient pillow.
Now Shego was intrigued, so she stood in place with her hands on her hips. "Kimmie," she asked in a normal voice, "did you really like what you saw?"
Kim said nothing, only wanting to hide until her face looked normal again.
Shego shook her head. "Do you mean to tell me that the great Kim Possible is a--" She didn't get to finish.
"No!" Kim nearly shouted, shooting up from the pillow. "I'm not," she continued more calmly. "I'm dating Ron and loving every…well, okay, almost every second of it," she finished, half-smiling.
"That's better," Shego said with an answering smile. "If you had said every second I'd have known you were lying." Inside, though, she thought the denial was a little too quick. It was entirely possible Kim was telling the truth, but…she filed the little bit away for future teasing.
"Oh, you have relationship stories for me? These have got to be good." The color had indeed dropped from Kim's cheeks.
Shego sniffed, and Kim could almost hear a door slam noise, like she'd just managed to kill the moment between them somehow. "You know I'm older than you are," she reminded Kim. "Do you really think I'd be so sheltered?"
Kim thought for a second. "Not at all, I've just never seen you with anyone other than Drakken."
"Between you and the Blue Wonder I barely have any time for myself these days, hence these vacations." She waved a hand at the room and proceeded into her bedroom to change.
Kim sighed heavily as Shego left. What the heck is wrong with me? she asked herself. Between deciding to stay with Shego, then staring at the green-skinned body like it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen…Which it is, she thought, then caught herself and blushed again.
Well, she told herself, so what if she found Shego attractive? Kim thought that she herself was good-looking—and a great many males would agree with her completely—and that didn't mean anything. She thought that about Monique, too, and sometimes Kim wondered why the other girl didn't have more suitors. If anything, Monique's enjoyment of pro wrestling and monster trucks should have been almost as much of a draw as her looks. So if Kim thought of other females as being so physically pleasing, why did she get so worked up over Shego?
More than that, why had she had a sudden, massive urge to touch her?
Shego just went through the motions of changing clothes; her mind was clearly elsewhere.
Kimmie's stare earlier had unnerved her, and that wasn't a feeling she was accustomed to having. She supposed that she ought to have been flattered by the attention, but…This is Princess we're talking about, Shego reminded herself. She's probably never even seen a naked body besides her own in her life. Regardless, Kim had been checking her out.
Then there was her denial, which still made Shego smile a bit. She'd answered honestly, and Shego believed her—at least, believed that Kimmie enjoyed her time with the buffoon. But that look earlier meant that Kimmie's mind was wandering down another path, which was probably scaring her as much as it weirded out Shego.
How would she feel if the great and wonderful Kim turned out to swing towards women instead? Or, at least, both ways? Shego wasn't sure yet; she certainly didn't feel uneasy about it, though, as she entertained the notion in her mind. If anything, it would make her more…human, Shego finally thought. Less the near-mythical superhero that was her image and more related to someone like herself.
Hell, Shego thought, they were already almost the same: athletic, intelligent, masters of many styles of martial arts, damn sexy, and cocky enough to really get on each other's nerves. That last, Shego suspected, is why they always had such animosity when they fought: the desire to beat each other down and prove one was the best arose from each believing in their own superiority.
She finally finished dressing, wearing a green jogging suit with black stripes, and walked out to meet Kim again. "Well, Kimmie, it's getting to be that time," she announced when Kim looked at her. "Want to grab something to eat?"
"Um…sure," she said meekly.
Shego sighed. "Look, Princess, you don't have to sound so apologetic. Remember: vacation means relax. If you can't let your hair down here, bad choice of words I know, you won't be able to anywhere."
Kim nodded. "You have a point. So where are we going?"
Shego shrugged. "Out. We'll know when we see it."
They'd decided on a coney island, of all things. As they sat down to their meals, Kim asked, "Shego, can I ask you a question?"
Shego smirked; she'd always wanted to use this line on someone. "Well, you just did. I'm feeling generous, though. Ask away."
"Thanks," Kim said dryly. "Um…how do I put this…" She started to fidget, looking anywhere but at Shego.
"Spit it out, Cupcake. What, can't admit that I'm a better fighter than you?" she asked with her usual smirk.
Kim's glance told Shego what she thought of that idea. "What I was going to say, was…well, what are you going to do?"
The taller woman frowned. "I hate questions like that, I really do."
"Sorry," Kim muttered, downcast. "I didn't mean to make you mad…it's just that, when you'd been zapped by Electronique and were Miss Go for those few days, it was so much fun hanging out with you…even if you did seem infatuated with 'Stevie,'" she finished, looking up to grin impishly.
"Don't remind me," Shego groaned. "At least you didn't have to worry about him trying to sing on your doorstep."
"You have got to be kidding," Kim said, looking shocked.
"I wish I were," Shego agreed grimly. "So why do you bring those few days up?"
"Well, mostly because I wanted to know if you remembered anything from it, or something. I don't really know." She lapsed into silence for a second before continuing. "Did I ever tell you what it felt like to me?"
"No, Princess; in case you don't remember, we've not really been on speaking terms," she said wryly.
"Right, right." Kim shook her head. "I told Ron once, because he was so weirded out that you were acting nice and everything. It really felt like you were…like you were the big sister I always wanted." She sighed heavily. "I know it sounds weird, but we had so much in common, and then it all went away. I must sound so incredibly pathetic and sappy right now, but I miss that."
"You're absolutely right, you do sound pathetic, whining over something like that," Shego confirmed, but she watched Kim with half a smile on her face to soften the tone. "Princess, it's my turn to tell you something."
Something inside Kim cringed when she said that. She felt like Shego was going to tell her to get the hell out. Here she was, teen hero, spilling her heart out to her archrival, who probably could care less about what Kim thought or felt. "I can't stop you," she said softly. "Not that I would, but you know what I mean."
"I do. I like you."
"Alright, I'll—wait. What?" Kim wasn't entirely certain her ears were functioning correctly.
"You heard what I said," Shego said, absolutely serious. "I always have, I think."
"You…like me? Like, like me like me, or like me like me?"
"I'll let you be the judge of that," Shego said with a grin. "I admit, it took a while. But it's like you said: we have a lot in common. And I enjoy our fights, which is more than I can say for anyone else I've ever gone up against. I think you're right about one thing, though, and that's that it took my vacation from reality as 'Miss Go' to realize it for sure. Though I didn't see you as a little sister. More like my best friend in the universe."
"Wow," breathed Kim. "I assume I'm not your best friend in the universe any more, though?"
"I don't know about that," admitted Shego. "It's hard to stay that way when you're on opposite sides, though that hasn't really been the case these last few weeks, has it?"
"No. Does that bother you?"
"Kimmie, I got out of the heroing business a couple of years before I hooked up with Drakken and met you, so being the 'hero' again isn't something I'm used to," Shego said frankly. "I will say this, though: it was something of a relief to be in public that exalted and not have them reading a list of criminal charges."
"I'll say. And you looked so good in that slinky green dress, too."
Their conversation, now that they'd established mutual respect, if not the beginnings of friendship, turned to other things, such as why Shego left being a hero—villainy was more fun, and she didn't get the same excitement as being on the side of good. Kim told her how she got started in the hero business in the first place, with that botched call to her site to deactivate the laser grid security system, which Shego found vastly amusing.
Too soon, though, the second day was up, and the next morning they relented and packed their things away for the return trip. When they arrived Kim escorted Shego to the door of Drakken's domicile and asked her to keep in touch, which the green-skinned woman readily accepted. Both had to admit it was very nice to be able to get along without anything getting on each other's nerves or having presupposed notions of being on the side of good and evil in the way.
Present Day
The most unfortunate thing, Kim reflected, of Shego and Drakken being back in the villain game was the nigh-impossibility of her and Shego being able to be friends anymore. She hated doing it, but she had to admit that Shego was right about the lack of adrenaline in Kim's line of work; often the villainess was the only thing that Kim really got worked up over, and that was mostly because they were so evenly matched.
The couple of weeks after her talk with Shego had been mostly uneventful, as the world managed to keep itself out of danger for the most part, and Kim found herself idly wondering what Shego and Drakken were up to right at the moment.
Elsewhere…
"SHEGO!" The shout rang out like the warning siren it so often was.
"Easy there, Dr. D, I'm in the same room. I don't think you'd even need to shout that loud if I were in Amsterdam."
The cerulean scientist frowned. "What does Amsterdam have to do with anything?"
"Two words, doc: hypothetical scenario. You do know what those mean, right?"
"Of course I know what they mean," he said, his voice dangerously controlled. "I am a genius, remember?"
Shego didn't respond, at least not with anything Drakken could hear, and he prepared his rant, mentally ticking off the fine points of his latest world conquest scheme.
"Are you ready to be briefed on my newest plan?" he asked.
"As I'll ever be," Shego replied, appropriating a chair, kicking her feet up, and slipping out her nail file. Time to start the dance again.
A/N: Okay, more background. Next chapter will get to the action/adventure, and maybe a little bit of romantic sparking, promise!
And thanks for all your reviews, especially ones with criticism/technique/whatever you want to call it. Hope you continue to enjoy.