Undazed
Slowly Shego slid down the metallic frame work of the locker door. Her spin rippling down the metal slats until her bottom end flattened against the cold concrete floor. This weekend had been the most memorable in her youthful life and one she wished to put far behind her. It had been humiliating beyond anything she had ever experienced.
She ran her fingers through her long dark hair, the lovely blue ribbon still held her locks in place. That buffoon had brushed out her hair into a long French braid and interlaced it with ribbon. The last time that feat had been accomplished was when her mother had done her tresses up as a little girl. That though brought forth the anger that boiled insider her to the surface. Snarling she looked out upon her latest world and called forth the green flames to her fingers.
Plopped down in the middle of her employer's latest layer a massive underground complex once owned by the military. But with budget cuts many of the old facilities had come onto the market and incredibly low prices. Dr. Drakken being cheap had picket up at least one that she knew of and began using it to store bits and pieces of junk needed in his attempt's to take over the world.
This layer was the biggest with acres and acres of storage space but not much in the way of power, the building had been taken off the grid and only a large generator now powered the lights and other necessities. Somewhere around the complex were Drakken and his henchmen hiding from her wrath. They had happened to approach moments after she had returned to her adult state.
Shego's green flames disappeared from her fingers she was just to tired now. Surrounding her on the ground was the remains of her latest work, the smashed and destroyed remnants of whatever had been near at hand. She had really lost it this time and after sending blots of energy into Drakken and company she had turned her violence towards anything at hand. Now strewn about were the burnt, damaged and destroyed remains of electronic doodads and mechanical apparatus that had been collected over the years.
Carefully she did breathing exercises bringing her heart and body back into a relaxed state. It was getting harder and harder, her temper usually got the better of her and impatience took over destroying any tranquility she might gain. Lifting her head slightly and opening her dark green eyes she breathed deeply of the stale underground air. Spying something she couldn't identify she lifter her forearm slightly and took aim with a single finger. Thumb cocked, she let the hammer fall and a blot of green lightning shot forth from her finger and sent the piece sailing through the air and with a final thwack landed awkwardly upon the ground adding to the numerous other bits of junk. A slight smirk crossed her dark lips, destruction always brought out the best in her.
Slowly, painfully she shifted her body from being seated upon the cold floor. The diaper she wore kept most of the cold out. She wanted to tear it and the baby doll dress off and vapourize them, but was loathed to do so now, having Drakken and co. see her like that would be almost as embarrassing as spending the weekend with Possible as toddlers again. Looking like a panther Shego began stalking her way through the debris scattered about the floor on her hands and knees. Only when she was well clear did she painfully grasp hold of the shelving and hall herself into a standing position.
The walk to her quarters took some time her feet were distressed by the kicking and stomping during the temper fit. Finally opening the door to one of the officers quarters, she never locked her door few were brave enough to enter her rooms without permission. This was where she presently called home. It was sparse with very few amenities, no pictures on the wall, and no mementos of a past life. Shego never carried around things like that, she liked her past well forgotten. Only a dresser held her clothing and that had been here when she arrived, a small table strewed with magazines sat before a old leather couch. A large and comfortable bed was against the far wall the sheets were of the best linen and the comforter was designed to keep the occupant in the utmost of snuggly warmth. Several elderly Persian carpets lay across the floor and they were soft to the touch. This way Shego wouldn't feel the cold damp floor if she went barefoot in her room.
Tearing the last of the offending toddler clothing from her body she flung it onto the floor raising her claws she readied to incinerate the fabric. Letting her hand fall, she thought better of it, she was just too tired. Instead she made her way into the bathroom and made ready to shower and wash the offending weekend from her.
Shego's bath was unimpressive. Dull white tile covered the walls and floor, a sink stood against the wall her toiletries laying along the lip, above a small medicine cabinet. Beside was the toilet with a small stainless rack for paper. There was no stall holding a shower instead the far wall had a dial for temperature and above a large spigot for water flow. It wasn't the wondrous multi headed shower she possessed at Drakken's main layer on his island in the Caribbean but it worked.
Cranking the dial almost completely around to the hottest setting Shego waited for the heated water to exit. The water tank was far away and it took some time for the heat to arrive in this part of the building. While she waited she dropped a small old towel onto the floor near the door and spread it out with her toes. Finally a large fuzzy green bath robe was hung on a hook on the back of the door and with a massive bottle of shampoo, conditioner and soap Shego entered the scalding water to wash way the weekend's horrors.
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The bottles of body care products lay upon the tile floor, and Shego was curled up upon the tiled floor letting the water flow over her hair and down across her body. The water still incredibly hot and had already turned her green skin a mild red. Shaking her head ever so slightly she was thinking back to the last bath she had, given to her by that buffoonish sidekick. Oh how she had wanted to let him have it with her claws but previous experience had shown her that they didn't do so well in water plus her toddler size didn't give them much of a kick so she had just let him have it with a fist full of water.
The splash had hit him full on and soaked his hair, face and shirt. She could remember him sputtering as the water spilled down his body, that thought brought another slight grin to her face. The buffoon's shirt was so wet he'd been forced to remove it. Actually come to think of it his chest hadn't been that bad to look at, chiseling up rather nicely. Shego then let out a holler and clawed at her eyes hoping to remove the image of the half naked idiot from her consciousness. What that Possible whelp saw in him was beyond her.
That was the end of Shego's shower time. Her body did not feel quiet so sore anymore. Slowly standing she squeezed the water from her hair, watching it run down to the tiles and out the drain. That completed she grabbed the big green robe and wrapped it securely around herself letting the thick fibers warm her chilled body.
Rifling though one of the drawers of her dresser she removed another towel and proceeded to wrap her still dripping hair. With this in place she would slowly complete the remained of the tasks to finish cleaning herself of the dreaded memories. A massive drier would remove the remainder of the moisture from her hair. Stretching her limbs out fully hopping remove the aches and pains caused by the rapid expansion of her body from large to small and back again not to mention her tantrum. Then into her customary green and black jumpsuit and finally strapping her little equipment pouch to her lower leg and she was ready to confront Drakken.
Shego left her room feeling much better than when she had entered and that was well over an hour ago. She had a good idea of where Drakken and his boys were hiding and proceeded in that general direction. Since this had been an army base at one point, the place had been equipped with a small shelter to weather a small atomic storm. Naturally that would be the place to head when Shego's nuclear temper was set off.
Rounding the final corner on her way she could only smile to herself as her assumptions were correct. There she could see the shelter door open little more than a crack and one poor hapless henchman carefully tip toeing just outside the entrance. She hadn't been trying to be stealthy and so was easily spotted. And with a shriek the door slammed shut. The poor hapless sod realizing he had been sacrificed let out a yelp did a funny little dance and fled back in terror to the closed heavy door. There he proceeded to sob and bang on the door pleading to be let back in.
This amused Shego as she watched his body slowly slide down the entry all the while banging his fist and begging to be let back in, his voice weepy. She ignored him
The door was massive at about ten feet wide and the same tall. She knew it to be thick and very heavy with no possible means of her opening it by hand. It was heavy enough that only the hydraulics imbedded in the framework could hope to move the monstrous piece of metal. So instead she ignored the pitiful hireling lying on the floor still sobbing and hit the intercom button mounted upon the wall. "Yo Dr. D!"
It took several moments before the Dr. managed to make an appearance at the other end of the speaker. "Umm….Hello Shego…are you still mad?" His voice came through the speaker with a very nervous edge.
"I'm fine." She snapped.
"Did I forget you birthday…or something like that…again?" nervousness still presented itself through the crackling system.
Shego had already planned out what she wished to do. "I'm going on holidays for a couple of weeks!"
"What a wonderful idea. Let's all take some time off and just relax a little with you on holidays."
"What."
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Kim Possible was in a battle for her very existence her future depended on this victory. Wrestling around on the moist ground of a neighbor's front lawn, under the shade of a large tree not yet in full bloom. Her opponent held a small book in his outstretched hand, just slightly out of her reach. His other hand securely fastened around her waste, effectively pinning her in place. Her desire to clean his clock was only slightly less important than her deep love for him.
In Ron's outstretched fingers was a book of phenomenal embarrassment for it held baby pictures of her and there was no way that those were going to fall into the hands of her arch rival Bonnie. If these pictures surfaced it would mean leaving Middleton and entering the lands of Humiliation Nation. "Give me those Ron!" she declared through clenched teeth.
"Never your mom gave them to me. She said I deserved them for talking care of you this weekend. Something about being forced to change your diapers so many times." The truth was strange for she and her arch foe Shego had been turned into toddlers and unable to fend for themselves. They had to rely on Ron to do all manner of things to ensure their survival. Included in those chores were feeding and changing of the little ones pants. That's what made the book so important.
Kim made another lurch for the book but was them forced to fold up tightly as his fingers found the ticklish sweat spot around her middle. "No tickling you…" Squirming furiously she twisted from his grasp and made another lunge for the photo album.
"Take it Rufus. Fly my little naked mole rat fly." Rufus happened to be Ron's pet and quite an odd little creature within the rodent family. He had been standing patiently off to one side when the battle raged, the actions of his two friends had become somewhat erratic after they had become burrow mates a short time ago. They always seemed to be locked at the lips and getting touchy feely. Upon hearing his companions call for aid he lunged into action. Scurrying across the ground he leapt forward and grasped the baby book in his front paws and began a mad dash from the area of combat.
He never made it far. Kim wedging her knee into her boyfriends gut levered herself out from his grasp and sprung at the little creature. Her aim was true and Kim's small fingers seized Rufus by the tail. He let out a squeal and he sailed backward into the hands of his attacker.
Breathing a sigh of relief the offending book safely clutched close to her chest, naked mole rat included. Now she could relax. Sitting down on her consort's chest her body relaxing Kim could feel Ron's fingers slid up and lightly grasp her hips. Glancing around Kim viewed the scattering of both his and hers textbooks, notes, pens, pencils and other school related crap that had scattered when their backpacks had obviously sprang open during the tussle.
Ron smiled up and her from his prone position "Feeling better now?" he asked obviously enjoying the view he had.
"Yes. This thing will be hidden away so Bonnie will never see it." She never said sorry but Rufus was getting scratched on the head as a way of apology.
"What about the tweebs?"
Kim joy was short lived her brothers would know of the pictures and of the weekend and undoubtablely begin searching her room and post it on their website. With a cold hearted sneer the album was smashed down into her boyfriend's chest, naked mole rat and all. "You had better hide it well."
Ron felt a little chilled as he helped pick up the derby scattered about.
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It was as glorious a day as one could possibly desire. The sun shone intensely down upon the beautiful blue waters warming them until they baked like a passionate bath. The waters lapped up kissing the golden sands of the island paradise.
The majority of the island was taken up by a massive mountain covered with deep green foliage. The same green that roofed over the numerous small mounds of land that surrounded the tropical bliss. Before the mass of rock and plant life sat a long squat building that housed the numerous peoples that occupied about this establishment. The structure in its own right was immense with row upon row of glass supported in place by heavy stone columns coloured to accent the wondrous sand that ran up to the very steps of the edifice. In the center a widow's peak jutted upwards its purpose for persons enjoying their stay to have an unrestrictive view of the gloriousness that was this abode.
Upon the white sandy beach enjoying the exquisite rays of sun that beat down lay many white plastic lawn chairs beside them were small tables and above a large blue and white umbrella designed to protect inhabitants underneath from the damaging sun.
Slightly away from the other guests was positioned one of those plastic chairs, a large blue towel lay between it and the lone occupant. The young woman seemed to be trying to keep away from other guests. Upon the earth lay an open magazine the cover speckled with multiple grains of sand. The main article proclaimed the newest fashions that every good villainess should be wearing this coming season.
The woman, for there could be little doubt given the cut of her bathing suit. Her long dark hair was pushed to the side and lay almost tucked underneath her muscular outline. She lay upon her front letting the sun beat down and warm her skin transforming it into a deep…umm…well? She had arrived with a greenish tinge to her flesh and the sun was darkening that flesh quite nicely. Reaching one hand backwards she casually scratched her bottom end creasing the seam of her one piece green and black suit just a little higher. The fingers of her hand dropped back down to dangle in the hot sand. She seemed to be in a form of heaven, mind empty and body at rest.
"SHEGO!"
The piercing male voice sent her into spasms. Her whole body seemed to tense up and rise a short distance above the chair. As she bolted upright her face that had at one point been tranquil was now irate. She straightened slightly leaning one arm on the chair slowly drumming her fingers across the plastic the other adjusting the dark glasses from there crooked position. "What I'm toasting here!" she shot back.
Her boss Dr. Drakken was wondering up the beach. As per usual his black hair was slicked back and tied into a pony tail but that was the only thing about him right now that was normal. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that blazed forth colours that could cause sever strain on the eyes and a migraine in the head. Below was a dark pair of shorts cut to just above the knee and on his feet were sandals to protect him from the burning sand. At least he wasn't wearing socks, dark or otherwise. "Enough play time we must plan our conquest!" he exclaimed raising his pointed fist high into the air.
Shego leaned forward eyes narrowed "Conquest! I'm on vacation!" The last things she wanted right now was a battle here with that annoying little schoolgirl Kim Possible.
"No not world domination." Drakken stated as he shook his head at the same time waggling an outstretched finger in her general direction almost in a scolding manner like a teacher would give to an offending student. "at least not this time. For today we take over the buffet table." And with that he arched backward and let out a villainous laugh.
Shego's spirits drooped, her head fell into her hands "It's a buffet table, there's plenty of food."
"Well yes but they ran out of the spicy chicken stuff dipped in that wonderful sauce." Behind multiple henchmen nodded their heads in agreement. The majority wore dark glasses and red boxer short style bathing suits and one was carrying a volley ball under his arm.
"That's because you were late and lunch was almost over."
"Yes but we will not make that mistake again."
"Fine" all Shego wish to do right now was bask in the sun and forget the world existed she'd get lunch later. "you go do what ever you're going to do, I'll lay here and be back up if your need it."
Drakken crossed his arms and looked ready to pout. "Fine Shego but when they run out of chicken again you'll be the one who's sorry." And with that Drakken and Co. staked off to dominate the food hall.
Shego feel back onto her chair, letting her breath ease out of her lungs feeling her body begin to relax again. Stupid idea to head down here with Dr. D but if he's paying for it well that's wasn't so bad. At least that was her first thought, now she wasn't so sure.
"Miss?"
What now? Her flaming talons at the ready "What?" she fired off.
The cabaña boy leaned over her smiling. He was kind of cute with a dark ruddy completion. "Can I get you something to drink?"
Shego smiled back with a friendly twinkle in her eye, which was not usual for her. "Please and make it a big one." Nodding still with a smile he strolled off to the bar to fetch her drink.
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BN headquarters the well established meeting facilities for heroic Team Possible was quiet tonight. The facility was not all together large but was well equipped for the necessary tasks. The building was circular in shape with a large sombrero that doubled as a roof. Outside there was positioned a drive by window and patio with multi coloured picnic benches covered over with umbrella's. A surrounding small brick wall, greenery along the top, other not so real desert like plants potted about for atmosphere. Inside orange bench style seats surrounded the outer wall, large windows positioned beside each bench as well as a light high above illuminate each table. Over each table dangled a fern planter. Whether the plant was living or not was up to question. Just because it was watered every couple of days didn't mean it was real. There was a counter and kitchen in back along with freezers and other storage facilities for care of food products.
The walls and ceiling showed many hasty repairs due to combat over the past years. The roof had been replaced on many separate occasions and many of the tables had been reinstated. Heavy reinforcing showed itself in many ordinary articles due to collateral damage.
For all intensive purposes this facility used by the premier heroic team of the tri-city area looked just like a fast food restaurant. And in fact it was, the heroic team just couldn't afford a real hideout on the half hearted paychecks of part time retail workers. So the team used it for dates and meetings of a more social nature.
At this point in the evening the crowds were gone and only the scattered remains of people eating in off hours were present. The pair had just completed a movie date and were now hungry and Bueno Nacho did the trick. Kim Possible, the team leader was dressed nicely for the evening. Her long deep red hair was as usual worn free flowing down her back. A light blue turtle neck sweater covered her top and kept out the cool fall night air. Her hips were covered in a burgundy skirt and her stunning long legs were left bare this evening. Just below her knees and down to her dainty little feet were snuggled into a pair of stylish onyx boots. Club Banana employee discount card was a most wonderful desirable.
Because the pair knew the assistant manager well their food would be fresh made and not sitting under the heat lamps for any length of time. As Kim leaned over the counter waiting her boyfriend snuggled up behind her and planted a kiss upon her check. "I'll go grab us a table." She watched him turn and saunter off, shouldering his pack as he went. Kim enjoyed watching him walk away now that she had him dressed in nicer clothing, especially the tight jeans he had such a cute little bottom.
"Hey K." Kim let out a muffled groan and turned.
"Bonnie." The smile she gave was most obviously forced. Bonnie was her arch nemesis from school and also a major thorn in Kim's side. Bonnie was ambitious but had no desire to work to get what she wanted, figuring that all should be given to her on a silver platter. Bonnie was a brown hair girl with a dark completion. She was decked out in the usual short skirt and midriff bearing top, a short waste length jacket matched out to the rest of her wardrobe.
"So that loser boyfriend of yours take off and leave you to pay? Again!" There was obviously venom in her words. She figured Ron was the biggest loser on campus and would amount to nothing in life. Actually she imagined that the pair were just pathetic.
"No Bonnie he's just…" Actually Kim had no idea why he had taken off the place was practically empty. She looked over to where he stood near to the booth they normally shared.
Both girls watched. Ron had placed upon the plastic table top a small red and white checkered cloth. Continuing to route through his kit he removed an electric candle and placed it upon the slab. Rufus lifted it up and moved it over to one side and flicked the little switch to illuminate the tiny bulb, he then did the same with the second candle. Two plastic Champaign flutes were then removed. Kim smiled, no wonder he had super sized the ginger ale.
Turning back Kim smiled rather evilly at her arch pain in the backside. "Well Bonnie it looks like my boyfriend is trying to be romantic. Is your boyfriend…" Kim feigned surprise. "Ops you don't have a boyfriend. YOUR boyfriend actually graduated and left you high and dry. Oh I'm so sorry." She wasn't but Kim really didn't wish Bonnie around to spoil what had been an enjoyable evening.
The look Bonnie gave contained pure venom and Kim could have sworn that it might have melted the wall behind her. With fists clenched and teeth grinding together Bonnie spun on her heal and left in quite a huff. "Possible!" Kim turned back to the counter. Ned was standing behind the main desk, plastic tray full of delectable food stuffs. "Your orders ready."
She smiled back, he might have been a loser nerd type but was generally a good guy. If not just a little too serious about his job as assistant manager. "Thanks Ned."
Kim strolled over to the table where she was greeted by her companion who took the tray from her position, helped her into her seat, placed a patterned napkin onto her lap and positioned her platter before her. "Thank you Ron." she stated while blowing him a kiss across the table.
Just as Kim was about to bite into her dinner the lights dimmed transversely cross the dinner and soft romantic music played through the speakers. Leaning one elbow upon the table she questioned her love. "You two planed this didn't you?"
Rufus who had fixed his own napkin securely around his neck look upon his master who was attempting to look innocent and failing horribly just shrugged. "Maybe."
Dinner may not have been expensive but it was wonderful. And through out the meal Ron was confounded by the fact that he felt something casually running up and down his leg, but nothing was there when ever he looked below the table. Rufus was up top gorging himself upon a grand-a sized Naco and Kim sat across from him and just smiled rather sweetly.