A/N: Hello every one, I'm back again, thank you for your support on this journey that you and I are undertaking. I just am humbled by everyone's props and the like. I hope that I can keep this going and once again thanks.

I hope that this one chapter can answer a few questions about what happened in the Sahara and what is going on in the present. Enjoy….

-G. Cairo

I do not own Kim Possible, Disney does, I am weak and they are mighty... Please don't sue me...

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Middleton, Colorado. 660 Ft. underground, Global Justice Command Headquarters Three doors down from the water cooler...

Dr. Betty Director was torn. She was watching the latest interrogation of the prisoner from cell A-13, a young tow headed man who was currently taking a brutal beating from two professional interrogators, large men with large fists and vicious tongues that had this poor soul on the ropes. How could I not have seen this coming? He was off the grid for months at a time and I didn't see it. He seemed like a big hearted kid who was just trying to look out for his best friend, and the world....

Her eyes widened as she saw the two winded men take a step back. the camera zoomed in on the young man as he started to speak to his tormentors. "That the best you got? You guys must be reeeaaaalll 'pros'; I mean you beat a bound man for what? Three hours and can't get more out of him than a couple of sarcastic comments, go ahead take a breather, I've got all the time in the world." he drawled nonchalantly. This only seemed to enrage the men as they took a step towards their defenseless prey.

Off screen the voice of Will Du spoke up in a calm manner, "Enough, he obviously isn't going to tell us anything during this session. Take him to his cell, put him on short rations and don't let him get any rest." With that order the men took him from the room and to his cell. Dr. Director stopped the video, and typed the commands that would bring up the feed from cell A-13. When it came online, she could see the young man sitting in what looked like a lotus position on the reinforced concrete floor of his cell. She noticed he looked as though the rough handling had never occurred. She types in another command that would allow her to zoom in on his half open eyes, eyes that where once filled with love and joy; but were now glassy and unfocused as though he were looking far off.

I wonder what happened at Drakken's Saharan lair... There's a 2.5 hours gap in which no one was in contact with him and according to this report, no visuals either, damn sandstorm... What happened Stoppable?...

Drakken's Saharan lair. One week earlier.

Shego lugged her black garment bag and green roll behind suitcase through the scorching sands that separated the helipad from the main lair. I wish I had another week in Tahiti... Sand, sun, and all those big strapping Island boy, Oh la la... As she reached the lairs backdoor, she noticed that the good doctor wasn't going through his normal rants and ravings about his hair-brained schemes. Ok, weird, I can't hear him yelling about his precious coco moo or his elite synthodrones... Maybe he's taking a nap or in the kitchen...

After navigating the maze of tunnels, she finally made her way up to the labs main doors. Leaving her luggage at the door, she quietly slipped in and noticed two very shocking things. One: Ten elite synthodrone husks and ten puddles of goo. She stepped up to the husk closest to her and knelt down to exam the goo filled synthetic henchman. She took a handful of what had been, when properly filled, the elites head. Upon closer inspection, she noticed a steel throwing dart embedded in the elites husk... Right between the eyes, she thought to herself. It took me three sessions with these goons before I realized where to hit them... And I was only able to take out one, I really don't think princess could have taken on all ten... if not her, then who?

While still examining what had once been a syntho elite, she heard a small sob. slowly her green eyes found their way to the source of the sobs. Stoppable.... THE BUFFOON TOOK OUT TEN ELITES WITH OUT BREAKING A SWEAT?! She raged as her eyes and hands lit up with eerie green fire. He couldn't have... or could he...

She thought back to all the times princess Kimmie and her had fought. While fighting her hated foe, she had noticed, that the clumsy and uncoordinated klutz had always managed to either hit the self-destruct button or defeat Drakken with an enormous amount of luck. Or could he have just been playing us all for saps? The thought had entered her mind quite a few times in the past, but she had never taken it seriously. It's just luck, nothing more nothing less, she thought.

He must be a fracking leprechaun then... Because face it, every time they show up, HE foils Drakken... He IS playing us for saps...and why is he crying? I was elated when I destroyed that elite, what reason could he have for crying after such a performance.....

Without much thought, her curiosity took over and she slowly and silently made her way towards him.

Wow… For a bumbling sidekick, the buffoon really filled out… Maybe all that running paid off… Why is he crying though? Well I just have to find out what's going on… she thought to herself as she closed the distance as stealthily as she could manage.

When she reached the sobbing young man, she reached her hand out, hesitated, then placed a hand on his shoulder…

The young man stiffened for a moment, his sobs slowing down and finally stopping. He turned his head slowly, his red puffy eyes finding a hand on his shoulder, followed the arm slowly up to her face.

She saw the tears dry up and a look of confusion mixed with anger. She stayed quiet, she could see his mouth working, and finally after an eternity of two seconds, he blurted,

"SHEGO?!"

Though she wanted to pull her hand back, she left it there, keeping his shocked gaze with her emerald eyes... Slowly in a neutral tone, that had a small undercurrent of concern, "Ron what happened here? When I entered the room, you were crying while using Dr. D as a bean bag chair in a circle of Elite synthodrones. You busted up a halfway decent plan of Drakken's, without the Princess I might add." she paused and asked,"So whats with the waterworks?"

The young man pondered the concerned emeralds eyes, then the gloved hand on his shoulder for a moment. after a few pensive moments, Ron shrugged her hand off his shoulder, then slowly stood and turned to face her.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Ron finally opened his mouth and began to speak," I've been replaced for a new model..." Shego noticed none of the usual goofy, liveliness that Ron was known for in neither his voice, his body language, or his eyes... To her they seemed dead. What the frack does he mean 'replaced'? The sudden realization of the meaning behind his words hit her like a sledgehammer attached to a runaway locomotive.

"Princess replaced you with someone else?! I thought she was into you and you were indispensable?" she stated, a sudden flush of both concern for him and glee that Team Possible was on the rocks. Now that Team Possible is split apart, I can take the reins of the world and Kimmie can't do anything to stop me, not without Stoppable. her smile and internal revelry was shattered as a calm unemotional voice broke the silence, "Come on Shego, lets get this over with... Time for me to take you in."

Shego looked at him noticing his defensive stance. He thinks he can take me on? Seriously, has he lost his mind?! Her mental voice barked at him and at her. He took down ten Elites with absolutely no problem, how many did you take down? One? Give the kid some credit... a still small voice antagonized her. She was so lost in her internal reflections that his first strike landed quickly, knocking her on her backside. She looked up at him and saw his detached gaze, shaking her head she stood and lit up her hands. What the HELL! He can't be that fast! I'm going to make him pay for that! A very disagreeable thought struck Why? He is that good and, look at the evidence moron, your going to be looking at the inside of a GJ cell by nightfall, and you probably won't mind that it was this strong, lean, incredibly hot stud that put you there... Her eyes narrowed as the small voice spoke to her. He moved fast, getting another strike in, not nearly as hard as the first time. She responded and leapt into a high kick that he easily avoided, grabbed her ankle and slammed her into the floor.

"Give it up, I don't feel like beating up on a pretty lady, I just want to go home and crwl under a rock...and go back to being an invisible loser that will soon be forgotten," he stated, as if telling her the weather report. Shego's eyes widened, she couldn't belive her ears.

He took down some crazy hard to kill elites, knocked out Dr. D, got dumped by a red headed hussy who was way way way below him, and landed quite a few painful blows on a very powerful fighter... and he thinks he's mediocre and should just disappear? Why should I even care? Oh dear god, I'm crushing on a buffoon.... She felt him pull her up to her feet and met her bewildered eyes with his own. Then he turned her around and placed her hands behind her back he wondered why she wasn't struggling.

As he tightened the cuffs around her wrists, he caught a whiff of her hair and a small smile crept across his face. Too bad she's evil, sarcastic, and violent; I bet she'd be a badical girlfriend... Yeah but not to a loser like me...I wonder why she isn't struggling... prolly just stunned that a buffoonish klutz loser like me... He walked around to face her and his eyes found hers, her emerald gaze went from to confused to one that belonged on the Cheshire Cat.

Without any further warning she crashed her lips against his, kissing him with a double helping of passion and obvious electricity/chemistry.

At first Ron stiffened, then relaxed as he wrapped his arms around the villainess's waist. The kiss deepend as the passion increased, eventually breathing took president and they pulled apart heaving for breath, each staring into each others eyes, one set brown and the other emerald green. They could almost read each others thoughts, and as it would happen the thoughts were the same.

WOW... That was incredible.... Shego was the first to break the silence as she placed her forehead on his," You aren't a loser stoppable, your a stud with lean muscles and a great smile with an incredible sensibility about you. You aren't a moron or a buffoon, and Princess doesn't know what she threw away. If I knew you would want to have anything to do with a villain, I'd be all over you like white on rice. What girl wouldn't?" she whispered in a quick manner, eyes cinching shut awaiting his response.

Her eyes shot open then slowly closed as he softly kissed her. When they ended the kiss, he whispered to her," Frack Kim, she dumped me like I was nothing more than trash, I know you could more than likely be lying to my face, but I felt the electric tingle and I'm going with my gut... Turn around I'm uncuffing you."

Shego obeyed and after a moment felt the cuff disappear, she turned to face him subconsciously rubbing her wrists. "I felt it too... But why are you letting me go?" she asked watching him intently.

With a sigh, he responded with a small smile," Well for starters I'm glad you feel something, second thank you for the pep talk, and thirdly... Frack GJ, they don't know your here and as far as I'm concerned you weren't."

Shego smiled at this and kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his waist. He returned her kiss while putting his strong arms around her shoulders and drew her closer. The new found lovers heard a noise at the front entrance and someone shouting, "AGENT STOPPABLE, THIS IS AGENT ARNOLD, GLOBAL JUSTICE, WE ARE HERE TO TAKE DR. DRAKKEN INTO CUSTODY."

Ron pulled away reluctantly, kissed her nose and whispered in an authoritative manner,"Get going right now, I'll distract them. I'll be in touch as soon as poss... uh I can, OK?" She nodded and bolted from the lair disappearing to the helipad where her hoverjet awaited. After watching her go for a moment, Ron turned and saw the GJ agent walking towards him and start rambling about the arrest and shaking his hand up and down. While Ron nodded and said the normal "No bigs" and "uh-huhs" he was contemplating what had just happened.

I go from loser to BOOYEAH in a matter of minutes... God Shego is a goddess... I hope she's OK... Maybe we could be together since I'm no longer active... What better way to show Kim and every other Fracking person that I'm not a loser... Maybe being a criminal wouldn't be all that bad... His thoughts continued to ramble on in that direction the rest of the way home.

Middleton, Colorado. 660 Ft. underground, Global Justice Command Headquarters. Office of Dr. Betty Director.

I guess whatever happened will remain a mystery, for the time being anyway... She thought to herself as Will Du entered the office to make another report. " Ma'am, we've found the hunting knife used in the murders of Meryl and Gene Stoppable. It was hidden in Stoppable's "mission pack" by the front door." He stated calmly in a short clipped matter of fact way. "We have enough evidence to put this dog away for the rest of his natural days." He added with a touch of glee.

She looked up to him, and nodded. "Very good, You know what to do, Dismissed" He nodded turned heel and left the office. When the door finally closed, she sighed, knowing Ron would never see daylight again.

Where did you go wrong Ron? Why did you do this....?

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A/N: Well, its here finally, let me know what you think.... Peace out y'all!

-Gideon Cairo