Bad Moon Rising, a Kim Possible fanfic by Zombie Boy.
Chapter Two.
(Authors note: A huge thank you to Sunflare2k5 for the ending, it's perfect. Everyone, give the lady a huge round of applause for this!)
The wind ruffled Ron's hair as he sat cross legged on the sand, watching with vacant eyes as the surf ebbed and flowed it's wind and gravity driven rhythm up the beach. He didn't know how long he'd been out of the lair, and really didn't care.
Ron hadn't been able to sleep, for that's when the nightmares came, and he really didn't want to relive hearing Kim scream as she was ripped apart, so he'd decided to gt up and take a walk. He'd wandered around the lair for a few hours, then one of the two Synthodrones that had accompanied him and Shego had showed where there was an outdoor exit, and he'd spent most of the predawn and morning hours just wandering around the island, lost in his thoughts.
Finally,his legs had tired and he'd sat down on the beach to watch the surf and think. About anything. Except Kim.
But that was proving to be extremely difficult, because no matter what he thought about, Ron found his thoughts looping back to Kim and how she had died.
"Why the hell did I do it?" he asked aloud. "Why the hell did I agree to split up? I could have stayed with her, and if I had, maybe she wouldn't have had to die."
The wind and the surf sighed, but offered no answers to his questions. He watched as a piece of driftwood bobbed in the waves, and ground his molars in frustration.
"It's not fair." he said, and looked up at the deep blue tropical sky. "IT'S NOT FAIR!" he yelled, getting to his feet. "IT'S NOT FAAAAAIIIR! I SHOULD HAVE BEEN TO ONE TO FALL INTO THE TRAP, NOT HER!"
Panting, Ron dropped his gaze and looked around at his surroundings for a few moments, then sat back down.
"Fuck." he said. "What the hell am I doing? It's all Drakken's fault."
Instinctively, he rubbed his forearm where he'd been bitten and thought about the blue doctor and felt a flash of anger. It really was Drakkens fault, not his. He had been the one who'd killed Kim. And the more Ron thought about it, the more he realized how his being there probably wouldn't have made all that much of a difference.
"Fucking Drakken..." he growled. "That blue bastard probably did get out alive." he added, his growl shifting into a snarl.
At that instant in time, there was nothing more in the world that Ron wanted than to be able to rend Drakken limb from limb. He wanted it so bad he could taste it.
Sitting back up, Ron's lips curled back in a snarl, revealing sharp, gleaming, teeth And then he felt his his whole body spasm.
Looking down, he watched in horrid fascination as his arms and hands twitched, their bones and shape changing with each twitch. Fur began to erupt out of his skin, and he could feel the rest of his body beginning to shift as well, bones lengthening and muscle growing.
With a series of pops, his ribcage changed shape, and his legs lengthened and claws sprouted from his toes and finger tips. His clothing, stretched to the limit by his growing body, began to rip and fall away, and he felt the very odd sensation of his tail bone growing out into a proper tail.
His vision shifted from color to black and white, and his other senses sang as sounds and smells he had never even dreamed of came crashing over him in an avalanche of sensation. And then, before he knew it, it was over. Gasping, Ron looked down at himself and his fur covered body in shock.
"Holy shit." was the only thing that came to mind. .
Slowly, Ron looked up and around at his surroundings, well and truly aware of them for the first time in his life. He didn't just see the wind rustling the palm fronds, he smelled and heard it too, and for the moment, Ron forgot all about his troubles as he lost himself in the moment.
Pushing her sunglasses up onto the bridge of her nose, Shego sighed contentedly as she walked down the path to the beach, white stone crunching under sandals. She'd detailed Tweedle Dee on a Web search for anything her could find about a cure for lycanthropy, and while he was doing that, she was going to get some sunbathing in.
Stoppable was somewhere on the island, but she wasn't worried about him. She'd sent Tweedle Dum out to find him and check in with her if there was anything wrong. So, with with everything important covered, she'd slipped into the collection of shoestrings and scraps of cloth that she called a bikini, grabbed a few essentials- book, beach towel, wine, snacks, a bag to carry it in- and headed out.
As she came around the last bend before the beach Shego was surprised to see Tweedle Dum coming up the path in the opposite direction.
"Hey." she said as she approached. "Did you find him?"
The Synthodrone nodded once in the affirmative.
"So, how is he?" Shego asked slightly impatiently. She had lounging around on the beach, reading and wine drinking to do.
Tweedle Dum thought for a moment, then began to act out a complex pantomime that Shego was only able to understand half of.
"I can't understand half of what you're saying." Shego told him.
The Synthodrone looked irritated, which was surprising to Shego considering that it had no facial features with which to convey emotion, just it's body language. It then launched into another pantomime that Shego had even less success understanding.
"You know what, never mind. I'll do it myself." Shego said and pushed her way past Tweedle Dum.
The Synthodrone looked panicked for a moment, tried to stop her but Shego brushed him off and continued on her way. Shrugging to itself, it decided the best thing it could do was follow her.
Pushing aside a branch, Shego stepped out onto the beach, and when she looked up she froze. For a brief instant she thought that the werewolf standing on the beach in front of her was Drakken returned to finish the job, but then she realized that Drakken's fur was black, not blond- with electric blue accent's wherever the light hit it?
And when the breeze ruffled it, Shego could have sworn that she saw and heard energy crackle.
"R-ron?" she asked hesitantly.
The wolf whirled around to face her, and that's when she realized that his eyes were glowing the same shade of electric blue the accents in his fur were. Ron sniffed the air, and began to walk towards her, slowly, but oddly non threatening.
As he got closer to her, Shego was surprised that for one thing, Ron was tall in this form. Very tall, in her estimation, he was pushing eight feet. Another thing that surprised her was that she could see iris's through the blue glow, two golden disks boring right into her.
He was in there, she was sure of that. There was definitely human intellignce in his eyes, but with a lot of wolf mixed in with it.
When he reached her, Shego found herself craning her neck upwards as he loomed over her, then tensed as he leaned down and sniffed her.
"Ron, what are you doing?" Shego asked as he took a few sniffs of her scent.
"Getting your scent." Ron answered, his voice distorted and changed, now more animalistic and primal, with a weird echo mixed in with it, like thousands of monkeys screaming in the distance...
"Well, his voice is different." Shego observed mentally, the ludicrousness of her statement not at all lost on her. "Weird echo... I wonder where it comes from-"
All of a sudden every thought in her mind was snuffed out when she felt his tounge slide across her cheek. Shego's response was immediate and instant: she shrieked like a grossed out fourteen year old cheerleader and slapped Ron across the muzzle.
"JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" she demanded, her voice full of feminine outrage.
Ron growled slightly, then he snatched both of her arms by the wrists and then the next thing Shego knew, her feet were dangling a good foot of the ground and she was looking Ron in the eye as he held her up.
"I was showing that I liked you." Ron answered, his voice calm and not at all angry, which is what Shego had thought she had done when he'd grabbed her. "I'm a canine now, remember?"
"Oh." was Shego's response. "Sorry. I'm not used to getting licked by guys." mentally she added "At least not there..."
Ron nodded and set her back down gently on the sand, where Shego discovered that her legs felt a little shakey.
"I need to sit down and have a drink." she said, and picked up the bag that she had dropped. "You want one?" she asked.
Ron shook is head. "I'm good."
Drakken sighed contentedly as he leaned back in his chair. His first test clone of Ms. Possible was maturing nicely in her tank, he had some old school RUN -DMC playing, now all he needed was a drink-
A beep from his computer abruptly drew his attention back to the present. Clicking on the message window, he saw that he'd received an automated e-mail from his Caribbean lair. Opening it, he saw that Shego or someone using her password- had apparently opened the sattelite uplink and did a net search on lycanthropy.
"Ah, hello there Ms. Goizargi..." Drakken said aloud. "I'd almost forgotten about you... We do need to talk about your performance, don't we?"
Opening a program, he connected to the Caribbean lair's control room. The dialing logo flashed for a few moments, then Tweedle Dee appeared on screen.
"So that's where you two ended up." Drakken said to it. "I need to talk to Shego."
Tweedle Dee nodded and pantomimed that she wasn't in the lair. Drakken scowled and rubbed his eyes. "Well, go have your partner find her then." he told it. "You can patch the signal through him, or he can grab a handheld on his way out."
The Synthodrone nodded, and then put him on hold. Drakken sighed and killed his media player, then spent a couple of minutes drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair as he listened to the hold music.
"Why the hell did I select Wayne Newton as the hold music?" he asked himself. "I hate Wayne Newton. I shoulda made it Richard Cheese..." he muttered before a transferring message came on screen.
Drakken straightned up in his chair as Shego appeared on screen in what could be charitibly described as a bikini top, if you call a couple of scraps of fabric and shoelaces a top.
"What do you want?" Shego growled at him.
Drakken merely smiled at her. "Did you think I was dead?" he asked.
Shego's scowl deepened. "A girl can hope, can't she?" she asked. "I mean, the place did blow up with you in it."
Drakken chuckled. "And how many times has that happened to us and I got through unscathed?" he asked.
"Plenty." Shego answered. "Where are you going with this? "
"Patience, Shego." Drakken asked, opening up a remote program. "I just have a few questions I'd like answered, that's all. Like for starters, your behavior in the Washington State lair."
"What about it?" Shego asked. "You turned into a monster and ripped Possible limb from limb "
"So?" Drakken countered. "If I recall correctly, you've wanted to off the cheerleader for years."
"Yeah." Shego said with a nod. "But I was gonna put a plasma bolt through her head, quick and clean, not rip her living flesh apart."
Drakken arched an eyebrow at Shego as he selected options from a drop down menu. "Since when have you had any sort of code?" he inquired. "You'll steal anything from anyone."
"There's a hell of a lot of difference between murder and theft." Shego countered. "I've seen too many psychos like Charles Whitman and Ted fucking Bundy who liked to kill for fun. I'm a criminal, not a monster."
"Like me?" Drakken asked as he selected the final options from his program.
A dark look passed over Shego's face, and Drakken could have sworn that her eyes flashed gold for an instant. "Yes, like you." she said.
Drakken laughed and smirked at her. "We'll see what you have to say about that after the next full moon." he told her as he clicked the "start" button on the Caribbean base's self-destruct system. "I think you'll have a different outlook, Sheena."
Shego's eyes bugged out and she bared her teeth at the camera. "Why you little-" she growled, her voice becoming more guttural before the feed went to static and cut out.
"That is, if you and your new partner survive the whole island blowing up on you." Drakken said as he watched the timer on the self destruct sequence count down.
Ron watched as Shego crushed the remote in her hand before incinerating it in plasma.
"Ah, Shego, calm down-" Ron started to say before the muscles in her back bulged and knotted.
He watched in fascination as she began to change herself, her muscles bulging as she began to grow and her physiology began to shift. With a ripping sound, her swimsuit fell away in tatters as black and green fur began to erupt out of her skin.
With a scream, she ignited both of her fists as she finished her transformation , then launched a massive blast at a stand of palm trees that leveled them and fused the sand at their bases into glass.
"Shit!" Ron swore as she stomped her foot down and screamed something obscene in Spanish. When she had stopped Ron took a step forward and cleared his throat. "Uh, are you done?" he asked.
Shego jerkily nodded her head. "Yeah.." she answered. "He knows that the only people I allow to use my real first name are my parents, and when he does it, it pisses me off so damned much.."
"Okay." Ron said in understanding. "Nice fur, by the way."
"What do you mean, 'nice fur'-oh." Shego said as she looked down at herself. "I've...changed."
"Yeah." Ron said. "It happened when you got angry. I did the same thing. "
Shego looked up at Ron- almost at eye level she noted, which was nice she decided- and gave him a puzzled look. "What got you so- oh, yeah, Possible." she said, then scowled slightly as a thought occurred to her. "How do we change back?" she asked.
Ron shrugged. "I have no idea." he answered. "I've been staying in this form because it's keeping my mind off what happened. "
"Oh." Shego said, looked down at herself again. "Crap, my tit's have gotten huge..." she muttered, cupping them in her hands.
If Ron hadn't been covered in a layer of fur, Shego would have seen him go beet red at that moment. As it was, he turned his head away and thought about the last big snowfall that Middleton had. Shego, on the other hand, looked past her now much more ample bosom and saw the torn remains of her swimsuit lying on the sand.
"Aw man, that was a new suit." she said, stooping down to pick it up. "What a waste of three hundred bucks..."
That made Ron whip his head around. "Three hundred bucks? That thing cost three hundred bucks?" he asked incredulously, his inner skinflint coming to the surface. "My shoes had more material than that thing!"
"Hey! That was money well spent!" Shego defended, rising to her feet and shaking the torn scraps of her suit at him. "Designer swimsuits don't just grow on trees you know. "
Ron crossed his arms. "Well, considering how much you spent for so little, youd've been better off keeping the money and going naked-" he started to say then clapped his hands over his mouth far, far too late.
Shego smirked at him and cocked a hip. "You think so?" she asked, a dangerously mischievous look in her eyes. "If I had know that I would would've came out naked-" she started to say before an explosion cut her off.
"I didn't do it!" Ron said automatically. "I've been here the whole time! I didn't touch anything!"
"I know you didn't!" Shego snapped. "Drakken must've activated the self destruct!"
"What do we do?" Ron asked, panic in his voice.
"Get off the island!" Shego yelled, and grabbed his hand as she started running for the surf.
Agent Franks parked his government sedan at the curb and put it in park. Killing the engine, he took a notebook out of his pocket and consulted it, checking the number of the houses he had parked in front of with the one jotted down in his book. Confident that he had the right house, he closed the notebook and with military precision put it back in his suit pocket.
Then he reached inside his coat and withdrew the Glock 17 from it's shoulder holster and did a chamber check before returning it.
He was just about to open the door when his cell phone rang. Growling in irritation, he pulled it out and looked at the display. DIRECTOR MCB/SECURE read the display. Wondering what his boss and former partner wanted, he pressed the talk button and put it to his ear.
"Yes?" he said in a monotone.
"Hello, Agent Franks." said an oddly deep and distorted voice.
Agent Franks stiffened and immediately reached for his keys. "Who is this? "he asked as he selected the ignition key and stuck it into the lock on the column. "How did you get this number?"
"I looked it up in the directory." the voice answered.
"There is no directory." Franks countered, his voice never leaving its monotone as he twisted the key. "This number does not exist."
"Then why am I talking to you?" the voice asked as the engine cranked a few times, then stopped. "And I wouldn't recommend trying to start your vehicle. It won't "
Franks merely grunted and twisted the key again, and this time the car didn't even crank. "What do you want?" Franks demanded as he let go of the keys and drew his Glock.
"To make you accountable for your actions, Agent Franks." the voice continued "Specifically, the seven innocent people you've murdered as an agent for the Monster Control Bureau."
Franks didn't stiffen, didn't blink, didn't show any sign of even trying to hide his guilt. "They were told to keep their mouths shut." he said as tried to open his door, only to find it unlocked.
"What they did was speak out against their government, as id protected by the Constitution." the voice countered Franks slammed his shoulder into the door. "You are aware of this document, correct? It's sets the basis on how the government is supposed to work?"
"I'm not stupid." Franks said as he reached over to try the other door.
"I know." the voice answered. "You're also a psychopath. It's why you were rejected for the Special Activities Division -and why the Monster Control Bureau picked you. They're full amoral killers like you."
"We protect the American people-" Franks began, but the voice cut him off.
"You protect the government, not the people." it said. "If you were really protecting the people, you wouldn't have liquidated them al la the NKVD."
"Do really think you'll be able to bring me to trail?" Franks said as he started to twist his legs out from under the dash so he could kick out a window.
"No." the voice answered. "What I'm doing is giving you the same treatment you gave those people you killed." it added. "A bullet to the back of the head."
Franks eyes went wide as he realized that the back of his head was right up against the widow of his door. That was all he was able to do, though, for that's precisely when a suppressed, sub sonic, 240 Sierra Match King bullet fired from a .300 Whisper punched through the window, the back of his skull, tumbled through his brain, and exited just under the bridge of his nose.
"Target down." the shooter said.
"Copy that, One." Corporal Machiavelli said, and then switched channels. "Pickup team, go."
"Roger that." the leader of the pickup team said over the encrypted channel.
"Copy that." Machiavelli said and turned to Sargent Evans. "He's down, Sargent."
Evans nodded as he hung up his phone, and then enlarged a video window he had open. On it was the feed from a webcam where he could see Wade Load puking his guts out into a wastebasket.
"I told you not to watch..." Evans muttered and closed the window
"How'd he do?" Lieutenant Mendez asked as he came up behind Evans.
"Sir?" Evans asked.
"Simpson." Mendez clarified, tapping the another display where there was a player showing the feed from a camera that was covering the location, where it showed a somewhat large man with yellow spiky hair getting into a sport ute.
"Oh." Evans said. "He did fine, sir. He's a good operator."
"Glad to hear it. " Mendez said. "Carry on."
"Yes, sir."
With a thunderous staccato, the rest of the islands demolition charges detonated and the lair vanished in a roiling, angry maelstrom of fire.
"Holy shit!" Ron said, treading water as he and Shego watched the base explode "I wonder if those Synthodrones made it off..."
"I doubt it." Shego said as she watched the island burn. "Dammit, all of my clothes were in there... I'm gonna have to go naked for a while."
Ron almost swallowed some seawater when she said that, and was suddenly glad that he and Shego were in the water as parts of him responded to that mental image.
Ron heard Shego giggle, and he craned his head around to see the green and black werewolf looking at him and somehow managing to smirk despite the fact that she had a muzzle instead of human face at the moment.
"I bet you're really liking that prospect right now." she teased him.
"Uh, I, ah, what I mean is..." Ron started to stammer as Shego swan closer to him.
"You could probably harpoon whales right now, if what I felt was indication..." Shego continued. "And why are you so embarrassed by it? If I was you, I'd be shouting about it from the rooftops, "hey world, I'm hung like a hors-"
"Would you stop it please?" Ron asked. "You're making it really hard to tread water..."
Shego's eyes went wide as she generated a mental image derived from Ron's statement. "Oh...oh, my...lucky me..." she said, switching to French.
Splash!
"What the hell?" Ron asked, looking around for the source of the splash.
"LOOK OUT!" Shego yelled as she looked up. "THE DESB-!" she started to add before a rock the size of softball bounced off her skull with a sickening crack.
She convulsed and then went slack as she was knocked unconscious.
"SHEGO!" Ron shouted as she limply sank face first into the water. Lunging towards her in a few powerful strokes, he grabbed her and hauled her head above the surface. "Come on Shego...be okay..." Ron prayed as he checked her breathing.
He was relived to hear her breath, shallowly, but still breathing. Hooking an arm around her chest, Ron began a slow backstroke, going just fast enough to keep them from sinking, and then tried to check on her injuries as he swam.
Other than a nasty cut on her forehead that had blood streaming out, she was fine. Ron left the cut alone, as it was already starting to close, but he was worried about something else besides her bleeding out in the warm tropical waters- he was worried about sharks.
Ron remembered reading about the five Sullivan brothers and the other survivors of the Juneau had gone through after their ship had gotten torpedoed the day after getting tore up in the night fighting off of Guadalcanal.
He was pretty sure that getting cracked on the head was nothing for them now that they were werewolves, but he was dead certain that there was no way that they could survive an attack by sharks, at least not with Shego out cold.
Looking at the island, which was mostly destroyed, but still had parts that weren't on fire, Ron decided that it offered a hell of a lot better chance for survival and was about to start swimming for it when he heard the sound of a large boat motor.
Looking around. Ron saw a large ocean going speedboat coming towards them, with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum on board.
"HEY! OVER HERE!" Ron shouted as they came towards them.
Julie looked up from where she was going over reports when Owen and Harbinger came into the office they were borrowing from Team Haven.
"I recognize that look." Julie said, pointing at Owen as the pair of Hunters came up to her desk. "You're onto something."
"Maybe." Owen said. "I have a question for you."
Julie took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. "I could use a break." she said. "Shoot."
"Have you seen anything from the other teams reports about running into the MCB?" Owen asked.
Julie thought for a moment, then slowly shook her head. "Come to think of it, no." she said. "What brought this up?"
Owen shrugged and jerked a thumb at Harbinger. "He mentioned that he hasn't had a run in with Franks or Meyers for a while."
"Really." Julie said, looking at Harbinger. "That's odd. Normally, they'd be all over something like this."
Harbinger nodded and shook a cigarette out of a pack. "Yeah." he said before lighting it up. "So why are they staying low? They never miss a chance to fuck with us."
"That is a good question." Julie said right before her laptop made the shick-clack sound of a pump action shotgun getting racked. "Hold on." she said as she answered her IM.
Julie ran her finger across the touch pad, and her brows knitted together as she read the IM.
"What?" Owen asked, seeing the concerned look on his girlfriends face. "What happened?"
"An island in the Caribbean just exploded." Julie answered. "One, according to our sources, was used by the good Doctor."
Owen and Harbinger looked at each other. "You think that's the reason?" Owen asked his team leader.
Harbinger a slightly amused look on his face. "If they were willing to launch a nuke at a Place of Power in Georgia, then I think that they'd be willing to blow up an island in the Caribbean." he said. "Julie, get hold of Lee and have him look into the Monster Control Bureau thing." he added. "This still doesn't feel right."
"Right." Julie said.
"What about me?" Owen asked.
Harbinger merely smiled and patted his newest team member on the shoulder. "As for you..." he said. "You, you have an appointment with Team Haven's books."
Owen merely sighed and looked downcast. "I'm never going to be free of accounting, am I?" he asked.
"Nope." Harbinger said cheerfully. "Now get cracking."
Head hung, Owen headed for the door. "Yes sir..." he said.
Shego awoke to a rocking sensation and being covered in something slightly scratchy. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a well appointed cabin lying on a leather couch with a sunset bobbing through a porthole.
"Why is the horizon moving-" she started to think, then she kicked herself for not recognizing the obvious. "I'm on a boat. Which means that Ron managed to get us a ride..."
Sitting up, Shego reached up and touched her crown, which was fine except for a slight bump. Wincing at the pain, she decided that other than the bump on the head, she was fine and decided to stand up. Which proved to be a bad idea, because she almost immediately lost her balance and fell backwards onto the couch with a slight shriek.
Sitting on the couch for a few moments, Shego regained control of her breathing and then decided to give standing up another try. This time, when she stood up, she took the precaution of bracing herself against the over head bulkhead until she was sure of her footing.
Once that was taken care of, feeling a slight chill, she reached down and wrapped the blanket around herself before heading to the cabin's hatch.
When she opened it, the dull background rumble became a roar, and she was assaulted by the sound of the breeze mixed with waves. Inhaling a lungful, she was surprised by the smells she was picking up- salt, humidity, diesel exhaust, a weird plasticty smell, and a weird electric-slash-canine-slash-man smell.
Heading up the stairs, Shego was surprised to see Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum manning the controls, with a still wolfen Ron sitting in the stern, looking out at the sunset.
"Hey, Sidekick!" Shego shouted over the noise.
Ron twitched in surprise and looked over at where Shego was standing over by the cabin hatch. "Hey, you're up." he shouted as he got to his feet. "You feeling okay?" he asked as he came over.
Shego nodded and gingerly patted the lump on her head. "What happened?" she asked. "The last thing I remember, I was yelling at you about debris, then I wake up in this thing."
Ron gave her a toothy smile- which she oddly did not find disturbing, even though it was on the face of a seven foot tall bipedal wolf- and pointed at the Synthodrone's sitting at the controls. "Well, what happened was that you got cracked in the head by a rock, and when I was about to head for what was left of the island 'cause you were bleeding pretty bad, and I was worried about sharks, and that's when these two showed up."
"Oh." Shego said, and looked at the two Synthodrones. "I don't suppose you two managed to save my suit?" she asked.
Both Synthodrones shook their heads and Shego said something scathing in French. Ron gave her a puzzled look.
"Can't you just get some new clothes when we get to shore?" he asked.
Shego shook her head. "I'm not worried about the clothes." she told him. "It's my suit." she continued. "It's the only one I had, and the guy who made it is dead, and he never left any records because my fucking IDIOT of an older brother was worried about us leaving our secrets lying around!" she added, the last words coming out in a snarl.
"STUPID FUCKING IDIOTIC HEBERT!" she screamed at the hemorrhaging western horizon. "THIS IS ANOTHER FINE FUCKING MESS YOU'VE GOTTEN ME INTO! THANKS TO YOU, IF I USE MY POWERS I'M GONNA BE NAKED, YOU FUCKING REPRESSED FAIRY!"
Shego punctuated this last statement by baring her teeth. Ron was about to tell her to calm down when a spasm wracked her back and her eyes went yellow. With what could be called clinical detachment, Ron watched as her muscles spasmed and enlarged while her bone structure shifted and grew.
The blanket wrapped around her came undone and fell to the deck as Shego finished changing into her werewolf form. Throwing her head back, Shego let loose with a long, echoing, howl.
When she was done, Ron idly scratched behind his ear and looked her over. "Feeling better now?" he asked.
She whipped her head around to say something scathing, but hesitated when she realized that the world had gotten slightly smaller, and the colors had shifted to include a slightly wider spectrum.
"What the-" she looked down at herself "-I changed." she said.
"Uh huh." Ron said. "You got angry."
"Huh." Shego said, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of the wind ruffling through her fur. "You know, this feels good." she commented "Better than wearing a blanket wrapped around myself."
"It does." Ron agreed. "However, there is one thing though." he added.
"What is it?" Shego asked, turning her nose into the breeze and tasting the air.
"While I agree that with your powers, not having a plasma proof suit is a bad thing, I think right now the more important thing is that you've got to get a handle on your temper." Ron suggested.
"Say what?" Shego asked, not quite believing that her ears had just heard Ron Stoppable suggest that she try to keep her temper under control.
'Shego, what's gonna happen if you lose it in a public area with a lot of people and you transform?" Ron asked.
Shego thought about that for a second, and grimaced. "Shit." she said. "That would be bad."
Ron nodded. "For the both of us." he said. "And that applies to me too, so we're both in the same boat."
Shego gave Ron a funny look. "Since when did you start thinking like an adult?" she asked.
Ron shrugged. "I have to." he said. "KP isn't around to bail me out." he added. "That, and since I transformed I've that I think differently."
"Oh." Shego said, then looked back at the horizon in front of them. "Well, come up here. You've got to feel the breeze from up here as it goes through your fur..."
Dr. Anne Possible was just finishing up another operation, when a call came through for her. She told them to put it through on the speaker-phone; she was so used to doing that when Kim called… Kim, dear - please let it be you? she thought, but instead she heard her husband's voice.
"Heyy, Pumpkin Spice! Whassup?" James' voice slurred. A couple of the nurses giggled at that nickname, till her glare silenced them.
"James—you're drunk!" she snapped at him.
"Gee, I hope so… or Mister Scotch here hasn't been doing his job?" The crunch of glass came over the speaker. "Bad bottle… baad bottle!"
Her hands clenched into fists; behind her, the rest of her medical team hastily closed up the patient so they could get him to safety. She looked ready to explode! "What. Do. You. WANT?" Anne grated.
"Oh, yeah! That…" He hiccuped. "I heard from ol' blue Drew again – and he sent Kimmie-Cub back!"
Her anger was overcome by hope. "He did? How is she..?"
"Well… actually he just sent her head back." James admitted, then his voice brightened. "But that way, she won't go around chasing boys now. Right?" At his desk, he started to laugh uncontrollably, tears gushing from his eyes as his mind finished crumbling away…
And back in the operating room, Anne crumpled to her hands and knees and vomited until there was nothing left.
End.