Finally, things start to develop! Thanks to Dr. Rex Greylin, I know who "E" is! Hopefully if you know Kim Possible as well as I do, you'll know by the end of this chapter.

I don't own Kim Possible or the song "Telephone" by Lady Gaga (even though Hego had to go and screw the lyrics up). The only thing I do own is the concept of "E" (which came from the darkest depths of my mind… :0)

Happy reading!

Hego was having a boring day, as a superhero's days went. Mego and the Wegos had taken the jet over to Hong Kong to get it repaired (because honestly, the only person in the Go family who was the least bit tech-savvy was Shego) and he had been left alone to guard Go Tower. This, while not the most exciting job in the world, had its benefits – benefits such as having the entire tower to himself to do as he pleased.

At the moment, the Go Tower didn't at all resemble the ultimate fortress of goodness, as Hego himself so lovingly called it. It was more like the enlarged, tricked-out bedroom of a wayward teenager. Every single light that wasn't burned out was turned on, and a few were flashing like they had been installed on a dance floor. Music blasted from every speaker in the entire tower, clearly audible from outside the tower.

"Stop calling, stop calling

I don't wanna talk anymore

I left my heavy heart on the dance floor…"

Hego danced through the corridors of Go Tower, holding his toothbrush to his mouth like a microphone. He hadn't bothered to change out of his blue and yellow rubber duck pajamas, and his slippered feet squeaked against the polished tile floor. His less-than-stellar singing voice echoed throughout the tower, almost as loud as the music itself, his mistakes in the lyrics glaringly obvious.

"But the way you blowin' up my phone

Won't make me leave no faster

Put my suit on faster

Leave my girlfriends faster…"

"HEGO!"

Hego faltered, the song still playing over the speaker system. He knew that voice…but it had been so long…

"Shego?" he called. "Is that you?"

"Yes, it's me! Turn that goddamn music off!"

Hego fumbled for the speaker remote tucked into the waistband and clicked the power button. The music immediately shut off, leaving the tower oddly quiet. He could clearly hear Shego's footsteps as they echoed throughout the hallways, approaching him rapidly.

"Sis!" he exclaimed when his sister rounded the corner, followed by a familiar redhead. "And Kim Possible! It's great to see you both after so long!"

The two women came to a stop in front of him, arms folded tightly over their chests like they were hugging themselves. Neither of them were smiling.

"Is something wrong, ladies?" the superhero asked, an edge of concern entering his tone.

Shego snorted. "Ladies."

Kim glared at her, but it was halfhearted. "Hego, do you by any chance remember going into a store three years ago and putting something back instead of buying something?"

Hego puffed out his already-broad chest proudly. "Of course I do. I'm a hero, remember? I return things often."

Kim shook her head and held out the Kimmunicator. "Watch this and see if you remember it."

Hego took the little device and watched the short clip that was playing over and over again onscreen. The footage was grainy, but he easily recognized the small store. He blinked once, and then twice more in rapid succession.

"Oh," he said quietly. "That."

"What?" Shego stepped up close to her brother, fists clenched and a burning glare on her face. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I remember this," Hego elaborated. "It was before I knew much about anything outside of Go City, mind you. There was a man standing outside the convenience store, wearing a hoodie and sunglasses. He sounded upset from the way he was talking on the phone, so I stopped and asked him what was wrong. He told me that he felt guilty because he had bought four bottles of soda, but had only been charged for two. He requested that I go back in and replace the bottles."

Shego's voice was dangerously low. Hego knew that voice; it was her I'm-a-volcano-just-waiting-to-explode-on-you voice. He was treading dangerous waters here. "And you didn't find that suspicious in any way, Henry?"

Hego squirmed at the use of his real name. "I'm a do-gooder. I do good. It's my thing. I don't tend to notice who it is I'm doing good for. You understand, don't you, Miss Possible?" He looked at Kim, probably hoping for her to save him. She merely shook her head a fraction of an inch to each side, her face set in stone.

"Hego," Shego said monotonously, "you never mentioned this before."

"I didn't think it was-"

"I don't care if you thought it was important or not!" Shego finally exploded, throwing her hands up in the air and igniting them angrily. "You didn't mention it because you didn't want to admit that you, the great do-gooder Henry Go, might have made a mistake!"

"Shego, I don't understand why you're making such a big deal out of this. Why does it matter?"

"Why does it matter? Why does it matter? Hego, because you had to go and put those stupid bottles in the cooler without bringing them to the cashier, Kimmie and I-"

"Shego," Kim warned, but the damage had been done.

"You what?" Hego stepped back, eyeing Shego's hands cautiously.

Kim stepped forward and took Shego's arms, gently pulling them back down to her sides. They still burned, but Kim could feel the heat decrease significantly. Hego, of course, was not aware of this, and still kept his gaze fixed on them nervously. "Hego, what do you remember about that man?"

Hego began walking to the main communications room, not replying at first.

"Hego…" prompted his sister, "if you don't want a plasma fried ass, you'll answer the girl within the next five seconds."

Hego sat down in his signature blue chair, looking quite out of place in his rubber duck pajamas. He squirmed slightly under the gazes of the two women. "I remember…he was white," he answered hesitantly. "He had a kind of guttural voice, and he had a lot of muscles under his hoodie. It was…gray, I think, and it had grease stains on it. He smelled like metal and oil."

Shego saw the hidden emotion in her older brother's eyes and raised her hands again, her plasma burning even brighter. "Liar. You're not telling us everything you know."

Hego held up his own hands defensively. "I…I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hego, you have that look in your eyes." Shego narrowed her eyes. "What aren't you telling us?"

Hego glanced at the floor guiltily. "I…I swear I didn't know who he was then. I thought he was just another guy who needed help."

"Hego." This time, it was Kim who spoke up, her voice cold. "Who. Was. It?"

Hego bit his lip before replying, his voice barely audible. "You probably know him as Motor Ed."

All the color drained from Kim's face, leaving her pale as a sheet of paper. She sat down in the nearest chair, which happened to be Shego's old green chair, eyes wide and staring at nothing. "Oh my God…"

"Kimmie?" The plasma around Shego's now-trembling hands dissipated, and she walked over to Kim's side numbly. "Kim…"

"Shego, what's going on?" Hego asked slowly.

Shego sat down heavily on the very edge of her chair next to Kim. Both young women seemed to go from strong and defiant to small and frightened within the space of a few seconds.

"Shego, am I missing something?"

Kim pressed close to Shego, wanting nothing more than to be close to the only person she could really trust. Shego responded by wrapping her arms comfortingly around the redhead. Both were trembling and looked to be on the verge of tears. They focused solely on each other, on every single place their bodies touched, as if to try and block out the world.

"It was Motor Ed?" Kim whispered.

Shego bit her lip so hard that tiny droplets of blood emerged. "I should've recognized him. For God's sake, he's Drakken's cousin! I should've realized who he was after…after…" She swallowed. "But E… E didn't say 'Seriously' at all. Motor Ed says it all the time."

Kim shook her head numbly. "It was his voice…" A solitary tear rolled down her cheek. Acting totally out of character, Shego's hand automatically reached up to wipe it away. "It was his voice…it was his voice…"

"Ssshh, Kimmie," Shego said softly. "It won't happen again. I won't let it happen again, at the very least. We'll find him, I promise, and we'll set him straight."

Kim buried her face against Shego's pale emerald neck. Though she was silent, Shego could feel the warm tears coursing down the hero's cheeks and onto her. She fought the tear, the single tear that was threatening to spill over her lashes; she wanted to stay strong for Kim. But everyone, even villains, needed a shoulder to cry on every once in a while, and it was killing Shego to keep her emotions hidden.

Hego cleared his throat awkwardly, feeling even more out of place as he watched the scene in front of him unfold. He still had no idea what had happened between the two women and Motor Ed, but he knew that whatever it was had to have been nothing short of irreversibly traumatic; nothing lesser could have reduced his sister and Kim Possible to…this.

"Shego," he said quietly.

Shego looked up at him, her emerald eyes still burning. "How could you not have mentioned this? You know what happened to me!" After a drawn-out second, she added quietly, "To us…"

Hego remained silent for a moment, trying to put the pieces together. Suddenly his eyes widened, and he stared at the people in front of him in an entirely new light.

"E…" he breathed.

Kim nodded, face still buried in Shego's neck.

"Hego," Shego said softly, "we were drugged. The anesthetic was in those bottles of soda you put in the cooler. It was random, but Kimmie and I were the ones who happened to grab them."

Hego leaned back in his chair, a wave of guilt washing through him. "So…all of this stuff happened because of…me?"

Neither woman replied. For once, Shego couldn't lash out at her older brother, couldn't foist the blame off on someone else. She had no words to explain why; she just…couldn't.

"It's not like you meant to, Hego," Kim said in a small voice after a moment. Shego could feel the redhead's lips brushing her skin as she spoke, and she shivered. "Right?"

Hego could only shake his head. "No. No, no, no…"

Kim nodded again. "It's okay…as long as you didn't know." The tremor in her voice had almost vanished; Shego could barely pick it up as she spoke. She stood up and held out her hand for the Kimmunicator, which the broad man handed to her numbly.

Shego stood up after her, her eyes still fixed on Hego. She had a feeling nagging at the back of her mind. Do-gooder though he was, Hego was not the type of person who did things like secretly return bottles of soda without asking at least one other person if it was okay. She knew something was going on with Hego, but she had no idea why. Hego looked like he was telling them everything he knew…

"Next time something like that happens, Hego," she growled, "tell someone instead of leaving your little sister and a young teen to get raped."

Hego nodded, blinking rapidly, but he didn't reply. His gaze was fixed on his sister's back as she turned around, taking Kim by the hand, and led her out of the room. A few seconds later, he heard the pneumatic hiss of the front door as they exited the tower altogether. Normally, Hego would have immediately turned the music back on. Normally, he would have only worried a little about Shego, knowing that she was tougher than any other person he had ever heard of. Normally, he wouldn't have been presented with news like this.

"You've done well, Hego," a low voice said from the shadows.

A tiny red light pulsed from the origin of the voice, and Hego stiffened. He was completely unaware of what was happening, though it had happened before many times. Each time it happened, his mind went blank. Bare. Impressionable. Tabula rasa. An identical red light blinked under his scalp, entirely hidden by his thick mop of bluish-black hair.

Someone walked out from the shadows, tossing a small black remote up and down in his left hand. A sinister smile twisted his mouth. "I wonder how you would feel if you knew what you were doing. If you knew you were betraying your own sister like this."

Hego did nothing. He said nothing. He could only sit there, rigid as a board, until he was told to do something. His blue eyes stared unseeing at the man in front of him, seemingly boring a hole right through him.

"I didn't know how well you'd hold out under questioning," the man went on. "I had a feeling that Kim and Shego would come to see you soon." He chuckled. "I'm glad I was here to see it, though. The two greatest women in the world reduced to that." He went on chuckling softly for a few minutes, but then immediately sobered. "I wasn't expecting you to mention me, though. I thought the chip would've overridden any memory of me. Were you aware of my presence here when you said that?"

"No," Hego said slowly. Nothing more.

"Did you say that with the intention of betraying me?"

"No."

The man seemed to relax slightly. "Good. I suppose you're not entirely useless, are you?"

"No."

"It wasn't a question, Hego," the man snapped, but then he paused, ideas suddenly running through his head a mile a minute. "Oh. Oh. This is brilliant!"

"What is brilliant?" Hego asked monotonously.

The man smirked at the sight of the hero in front of him. He was quite intimidating, strong, brave, and entirely impressionable at the moment. Oh, how I love brain wave technology, he thought smugly to himself. "Hego, I have a small task for you."

"Yes?"

The stranger glanced around furtively, like he was suddenly afraid of being overheard, and bent down to whisper into Hego's ear. The helpless hero could only sit, listen, and obey.

"I will do it," he replied when the man drew away.

"Good." Another evil smile crossed the man's face like a shadow, there one moment and gone the next. "I'm going to deactivate the chip again once I'm out of the tower, Hego. Go back to singing your Lady Gaga or whatever you were doing before." And get the lyrics right, he thought. "When the time is right, do what I've instructed."

"When will the time be right?"

"You'll know, Hego. You'll know." The man started to walk away, but then stopped and turned around. "And Hego?"

"Yes?"

"My entire plan rests on your success. Do your part well, and soon Kim Possible and Shego will be good for nothing more than doormats." He began to walk away again. Without turning around, he added quietly, "Seriously."

And he laughed like it was the funniest joke in the world.

Oh no! Well, now we know it wasn't Hego…entirely. At least he didn't rape his own sister. That would've been just sick and wrong. Wrongsick, even.

Hmmm…who was the strange man controlling Hego? (I hope the last part kind of gave it away…) What is Hego's task? (looks in notebook again) I can never remember my ideas…that's why I write them down.