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Ron and Shego, First Mission, First Dance, or the Coco Moo Sitch
Ron was frustrated. This was the night of the Junior Prom. Kim and Mark would be there, together. He wasn't going. For some reason it didn't hurt as much as he had expected. Once again, he'd written down the name of almost every girl in Middleton High and once again asked them out. There had been a hundred percent negative response. He sighed. On top of that Bueno Nacho had changed. The changes were minor but they were there. Even if he didn't eat there often any more it had still been his place of refugee. That was no longer the case.
His practice routines were over with and he had nothing else to do for the whole day. He stared up at the clear blue sky from his backyard and sighed.
"What's up Buffoon?"
He jumped up. Startled. Looking around he saw Shego had landed her hovercraft behind him and had just stepped out. "Hiya Shego. Not much. How's life as a supervillainess these days?"
"Not too bad. Drakken is in a funk over the ... well a failed plot. This was supposed to be his big day and it fizzled. So it seems I got the day off. How about you Buffoon? Shouldn't you be at the school dance partying?"
Ron held up a little black book. "No date." He replied.
Shego took the black book and flipped through it. There were around a hundred and fifty names listed until the title, "Middleton High Girls Who Are Single.' Through each name there was a black line. "You asked all those out?" She asked.
"Yeah. Well except Monique."
"And they all said no?" She was amused. Sort of. She didn't like the look on his face.
"A hundred percent rejection rate, for the second time in a row."
Shego let the book drop. A small ball of plasma dropped from a finger and fell to the ground. The book disappeared. She went into the house, same as she had so many times before, and returned with a plate of food and some coffee. She sat down beside the Buffoon. She recalled her own highschool days. They hadn't been good. At least the Buffoon didn't have to go through ... that! Neither of them spoke for a while.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
They both jumped. Shego lit her fists and crouched down, looking for the source of the sound. She felt foolish as she realized it was coming from the Buffoon's pants and that it was obviously the Kimmunicator. This wasn't the first time it had gone of when she'd been around. As usual she stepped away, out of sight.
"What's up Wade?" Ron asked as the image of the super genius appeared.
"Trouble Ron. Dementor is up to something and I can't contact Kim."
"She's probably preparing for the prom Wade. I doubt she'll want to go on a mission at the moment. Can't Global Justice handle it?"
"Sorry Ron. They're busy. One of their agents spotted Drakken in Upperton, drunk. He was going around to all the bars talking about how close he'd been to taking over the world. They got two agents in each bar waiting for him to appear again."
"Oh." Ron responded. He had to resist looking Shego's way. "So no Global Justice?" He added.
"No Global Justice." Wade woefully repeated. "And no Kim?" He asked.
"No Kim." Ron answered.
"I wonder if Team Go would be able to do the job?" Wade mused out loud.
Shego's hands blazed. The look on her face was one that would have sent even the staunchest Global Justice agent running.
Ron ignored her. "What's Dementor up to this time anyway?"
"He's built a device called a Reflectinator. It's really an Ice Age machine."
Ron wondered how one got from Reflectinator to Ice Age. "How's it work?" He asked.
"It projects a force field into the upper atmosphere. It's really weak and won't stop anything solid but it will stop enough of the sun's rays to cool the earth."
"Ah." Ron understood now.
"I guess I will check in with Team Go then. Take care Ron." Wade waved at him.
Shego was waving frantically at him. She had her fists lit. "Ahm, Wade, wait just a second okay?" He placed the Kimmunicator face down on the ground and cautiously approached the obviously upset villainess. She grabbed him, thankfully with hands no longer lit.
"It's bad enough he gets credit for saving Go-City. There's no fucking way I'm sitting here while he gets credit for saving the world!" Her voice was a whisper yet it was a screamed whisper.
Ron gulped. "Shego, you might not mind a villain taking over the world but ..."
"Mind? Dementor is Drakken's rival. He's the last person I want taking over the world." Shego fumed.
Ron felt his shoulders start to get warm. His jersey where Shego had her hands started to smoke. She removed them with a sheepish look.
"Look Buffoon, you've gone on missions before without Princess? Right? So take this one." Shego never pleaded. From her it was practically an order. "I'll go with you." She offered.
"That would certainly raise some eyebrows Shego. You saving the world, me the Buffoon along as a sidekick."
"There's no way Shego would save the world Buffoon. But no one needs to know it's me. Or even that I'm along. So long as we fry all the cameras who's going to know. You think Dementor is going to talk about some strange woman to Global Justice?"
Ron sighed. "It's not like I got much else to do today. But why didn't you just go and mess up his plans and make it look like you were just stealing technology?"
"Because the nerd would have alerted Team Go and that idiot might have showed up. He would still have taken the credit." Her eyes blazed.
Ron went back to Kimmuniator and picked it up. "Wade. You know I'm not doing anything. I wouldn't mind handling things just for today while Kim's busy."
Wade blinked. Ron go on a mission alone? Sure, he had on the very rare occasion done so before but ...
Ron saw Wade's reluctance. "Wade. Are you saying I can't handle it?"
"Well no." Wade fibbed a little. Then he recalled Mark's description of how well Eric could fight and that Ron had defeated him.
"Then it's settled." Ron spoke before Wade could come up with more objections. "Talk to you later when I get back Wade."
"What about a ri..." The connection got closed.
Ron looked at Shego. She shrugged. They both boarded the hovercraft.
Thirty minutes later the machine, capable of supersonic speeds, had them over Dementor's lair.
Ron hopped out, while Shego remained inside to change. When she stepped out her appearance had been drastically altered. She wore a silvery, form fitting, suit. Much like her usual green, just silver in color. She wore an helmet with it that hid her hair and face. No one would be able to tell this was Shego so long as she didn't use plasma.
"So Buffoon. How do you and Princess usually get inside Dementor's lair. Vents?"
"Yeah. But you will have to stop with the Buffoon and Princess for a bit. Just incase there are listening devices."
"So what should I call you? And just what are you going to call me? Shego ain't going to cut it either I guess."
"Ron usually gets my attention." He turned and looked at her. "Since you're dressed in silver I guess I could call you Silver."
Shego nodded agreement. They both headed off towards the lair.
Finding a vent was no problem and minutes later they were in the main lab of the lair.
"Kim Possible!" Dementor exclaimed. "You will not defeat me this time!" He looked at the silver form as if confused. Certain parts of her had grown.
"I'm not Kim Possible, you doofus." Shego stated.
"Where is she? Why isn't she here on the big day of my success?" Dementor demanded.
"I think about right now she's getting her hair done." Ron commented.
"Hair? That's more important than seeing the day of my triumph?" He looked surprised.
"Guess so." Ron shrugged.
'Who's this?" Dementor pointed at Shego.
"That's Silver."
"Not Kim Possible?" Dementor asked.
Ron sighed. "No. Not Kim Possible. Now if you don't mind I don't have all day." He paused. "Actually I do have all day but that's besides the point. Call your henchmen."
"Henchmen!" Dementor called.
Ten burly men came running from an adjacent room. "Get them." Dementor ordered, pointing at Ron and Shego.
Shego moved into action, punching and kicking. She noted the Buffoon who usually didn't join in on the fight did so this time. His movements, if not as fast as her own, was still beyond that of a normal human. Over the last month she'd noted that increase in speed, as well as strength, and had wondered where it came from. The ten henchmen fell in less than five seconds. It hadn't, she noted, even been a workout.
"I hope this isn't all there is." Shego stated. She'd expected a fight, not this. No wonder Princess never got beat.
Dementor stared. His henchmen had never been defeated quite so easily.
Ron looked around and then turned towards Dementor. There wasn't the look of defeat on his face. "Somehow I doubt it's over yet." He said, speaking to both Shego and Dementor.
"Meet my synthobots." The man scientist pointed at them and ordered, "Synthobots destroy them!"
Ron had a bad feeling about this. He watched as four robots walked in from another adjacent room. They moved, unlike synthodrones, on four legs and had two additional appendages loaded down with weaponry.
"Synthobots?" Shego asked. "Is that something like synthodrones?"
:"No no no." Demention screamed. "They are much better."
"Silver. Retreat." Ron ordered.
Shego was confused. They didn't look that dangerous. At least not to someone like her. But she followed the order anyway. The Buffoon had jumped into a vent and was waiting for her. She read his face, danger. She jumped just as the four synthobots opened fired with some energy weapon. The wall to her left, not to mention the wall behind that, had great big gapping holes tore into them. She gulped and followed the Buffoon into the vents. They had way too much power for their size.
Ron lead the way through the vents. About fifteen meters in he stopped. The synthobots couldn't fit into the vents and couldn't follow them. Thank goodness the villains always forgets something obvious, he thought.
"What were those?" Shego demanded.
"I guess he tried to replicate Drakken's synthodrone technology. Last time we were here he had five of them. Synthodrones that is, not the bots."
Shego thought for a second. "And they're like Eric. They receive a power boost from somewhere via wireless link?"
"Yeah. Probably not a good idea to go head on against them. You could probably handle one or two of them using you know what. But we want to keep who you are from Dementor so that's out." He didn't want to use the word plasma where Dementor might hear but Shego understood.
"So what now?" Shego was curious what the Buffoon would come up with.
"Isn't it obvious?" He asked.
"We take out the generator." It was obvious.
Ron took out the Kimmunicator and began to fiddle with it. Eventually he had it tuned to picked up the frequency the synthobots were using. He pointed to the direction it came from and started crawling. It took them an hour crawling through the vents to find the right room. There were two of the bots guarding the generator. They faced the door.
Ron sighed and shook his head. Shego looked at him.
"Why do villains always miss the obvious?" He asked.
"Hey!" She pretended to be offended.
The vent was on the far side of the room. Ron simply took the grate off the vent and sneaked into the room as the synthobots continued to stare in the wrong direction. He turned the generator off and the two bots immediately fell over. Without the beamed power they didn't have enough energy to even stand. He tore a few of the wires out of the generator.
They walked up to the main lab of the lair where Dementor was fuming. Ron turned off the Reflectinator and tore a few wires out of it, same as he had with the generator. The Reflectinator had been running for a short time but he figured it wouldn have had time to seriously impact the weather. Shego watched him. They left the lair with Dementor tied up.
Outside of the hovercraft Ron made a quick call to Wade telling him the Reflectinator was out of action and that Dementor could be picked up by Global Justice at any time.
Inside the hovercraft Shego thought about the last time she'd pleaded with someone for help. She'd pleaded a lot harder back then. And the person had been a lot closer to her. They had ignored her pleas. Yet the Buffoon had listened to her. He could have let Team Go handle the job. He hadn't. She spent a long time considering that.
"Have any plans for today?" She asked.
"None."
"You're not going to the prom?"
"Nope." He sat back in the comfortable seat of the hovercraft. He wished Kim's rides always had seats this comfortable.
"Bueno Nacho?" She asked.
"Sure." It wasn't the same as before, but still any Bueno Nacho was better than no Bueno Nacho.
She landed at the same place as they usually did. It's not as thought Monique is going to show up tonight, he thought. He followed her into the restaurant.
"Shouldn't you be checking up on Drakken?" He asked as they sat down.
"Nay. He's okay. I dragged him out of the pub he was in earlier this morning and chained him to his bed. When he sobers up he'll just pick the lock and go to work on his next idea." Shego shrugged. "And if Global Justice gets him I'll just break him out again."
They dug into their food. It was, Shego thought, peaceful. Of course the lairs were peaceful too most of the time. Contrary to her image, she liked peaceful. She would never have tolerated the lairs if it were otherwise. Of course she also liked the occasional fight. That made lairs perfect for her. She thought of the Buffoon. She wondered what his perfect place would be like. She asked.
"Plenty of food, a modern well equipped kitchen, someone to share it with." Came the answer. "You?" He inquired. She told him. He didn't seem too surprised. They ate in silence.
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
As was normal now they both nearly jumped to the ceiling. This time the call wasn't from the Kimmunicator but from Shego's own communicator that Drakken had given her. Ron moved a little distance away and Shego opened the connection to her boss.
"Shego! Shego! He stole it. You got to get it back right away." Drakken voice came from the device loud enough to be heard even to the checkout counter.
"Shhh, Dr. D. Keep it down. What did they steal?" Shego tried to quieten down her boss.
"I was working on my latest plot Shego and he came in and demanded my most ingenious invention." The voice that came from the device was in tears.
Shego looked towards the Buffoon. She didn't want him to hear this but the way Drakken was speaking it would be heard even by the cashier. "Dr. D, keep your voice down." Damn, why didn't he put volume control on this, she thought.
"I had to give it to him. He had exploding golf balls. He would have wrecked my lab and my new plot." The voice screamed out of the device.
Killigan, Ron and Shego both thought at the same instant.
"He stole it Shego, he stole the recipe for my coco moo." The voice sobbed from the tiny device.
"He stole WHAT?" Shego roared back into the device. Working for Dr. D had its benefit but sometimes... She sighed.
"The recipe for my coco moo! Shego you got to get it back!" It was obvious Dr. D was nearing a breakdown.
"Don't you have another copy of the recipe?" She asked. She was afraid she knew the answer.
"Shego! Something like that is too valuable to write down in two places." He seemed shocked at the suggestion.
Shego looked up at the Buffoon and pointed at the booth. He might as well listen in since obviously Dr. D wanted everyone to hear it anyway. And it wasn't as though he was talking about his latest plot. Whatever that was. "I'll get it back Dr. D." She sighed again and rubbed her forehead.
"Please hurry Shego." Drakken sobbed.
"Yeah yeah! I'll get right on it Dr. D." She closed the connection and looked at the Buffoon.
"Coco Moo?" He dared to ask.
Shego nodded. "According to him it's the perfect recipe."
"It's that good?"
Shego remembered who she was talking to. When it came to recipes the Buffoon had an unsatisfiable curiosity. "It's pretty good." She admitted. "Of course I'm no expert. Guess I'm off." She rose, but then got an evil gleam in her eye. "Of course you can always come along."
"What!" Ron was taken by surprise.
"Why not?" Shego asked. Teasing.
"Retrieve something for a villain?"
"Think of it this way. If he has the recipe he's going to spend less time on his plots. He always designates one night as coco night. You'll be cutting down on his evil scheming."
Ron just blinked at the suggestion. He sighed. "Well, it's not as though he can take over the world with coco moo. At least I don't think he can."
"Just one thing. We will have to disguise you. The Buffoon can't be seen with Shego. Come on."
In the hovercraft she rooted around in a compartment and finally pulled out a bottle of gel. She tossed it at him. "Rub it in your hair. Don't worry, shampoo will wash it out." She tossed him another bottle, "On skin. Soap will wash it off."
Ron followed instructions. Soon he had black hair and a slightly darker complexion. Contact lenses changed his eye color. Shego, he realized, had one very well stocked disguise kit. A five minute stop at a mall got him a pair of black jeans with a green shirt. Colors that Shego picked out.
Soon they were over Killigan's. They debated on how to enter. Ron wanted to sneak in, Shego wanted to blast in. They tossed a coin. To Shego's dismay Ron won. She dropped the hovercraft down to the lawn around Killigan's place and the two exited. They circled the building looking for an easy way in. Eventually Ron just shrugged and, to Shego's surprise pulled out a lock pick and picked the lock on the back door.
"You know how to pick locks?" She asked.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Well. It just doesn't seem like a hero type skill."
Ron shrugged. "It is when breaking into a lair."
"Blasting in would have been quicker." She retorted.
'"True." He admitted.
She recalled how he'd penetrated a high security area with ease and wondered why she was surprised. They crept through the building together. They heard a loud voice and headed towards it.
"What is this?" Killigan was screaming to himself. "I canna read it." He stamped around the room. "That weasel wrote it in code." He stopped to stare at a piece of paper. He continued his rant. "I will make that weasel pay. He'll be the first to try my new deluxe exploding golf balls." He put the paper on a table and continued around the room ranting.
Ron saw his chance. Killigan was circling the room, talking loudly to himself. There would be a short period when the paper would be out of sight along with the door entrance. He flooded his system with adrenaline as Sensei had taught him to enhance his speed and dashed in, grabbed the paper and was back out through the door in less than two seconds. He took off for the hovercraft, hoping Shego was following. Less than thirty seconds later they were back in the air.
Ron looked at the recipe which wasn't written in code. Just shorthand that any chef could read.
She landed the hovercraft in his backyard and he jumped out. He turned to go into the house when she called for him to wait. Music started to play in the hovercraft and he was puzzled. Music? Shego jumped out, there was a strange look on her face.
"Everyone should get at least one dance on the night of their prom." She told him. She reach out and pulled him close.
They danced one dance. She instructing him the same as she would have during practice. To them both it seemed surreal. He was nervous, if he placed his hands wrong he knew she would fry him. She was lost deep in thought. The nightmare number eight she'd dreamed before the matchbox took it away wasn't of burning in the flames of her own plasma. It was of her own prom, the senior, not the junior. She'd had no dance that night. She pushed the thought away. This dance was to thank him for what he'd done for her today. It meant nothing. That is what she told herself as she instructed him. To care was a weakness. To trust was a weakness. She would never be weak again. She would never care again. She would never trust again. But she so wanted to.
Ron walked into his room. Rufus was still there in his cage. He looked pitiful. However Ron's heart leapt for joy when his little buddy looked at him and said, "Cheese." Not game, not mayhem, but cheese. Ron got him a large slice of cheese and the rodent started to eat. That relieved Ron even more. The naked mole rat hadn't ate for four days after Ron took the game away from him. It seemed he was getting back to normal. It had taken a few months but the withdraw symptoms were getting better.
He sat down to his meditations. So far he'd learned how to control his body for some minor enhancements to speed and strength through the control of hormones. Sensei promised him those were just trivial things compared to what he would learn. It was hard to meditate. Instead he wondered why he'd went with Shego to Killigan's. If they'd been caught it could have been pretty bad. He could see the headlines now, 'Sidekick of Kim Possible Caught with Supervillainess.' He shuddered. But in a way it had been fun. He focused his mind back to meditating..
After an hour of meditating he laid down to sleep. The nightmare came right away. The twisting, the turning, the desperate need to escape some horrible fate, then the stillness as death.
In her own room Shego also led down for the night. She made sure the matchbox was safely held in her hand. She felt its insignificant weight. So trivial a thing to possess such a power. The power to banish nightmares. She wondered if the power came from the matchbox itself or the one who gave it to her. She fell into a deep sleep where no nightmare could trespass.
End of Chapter.
Drakken of course now owns Bueno Nacho. He just can't implement his Diablo plan since he doesn't have the cybertronic technology.