"We failed to retrieve the item", said Doctor Drakken as he updated the Proconsul on the outcome of operation Journal.
The Proconsul sat leaning back in his chair with both of his hands clasped before his chin. He was watching a news clip of the disturbance at the Middleton High School. He swiveled his chair around to face Drakken.
"Disappointing, well c'est la vie", said the Proconsul breaking a smile.
"How can you be so calm about this?"
"I've lost battles before. So have you, quite often I might add. The point is that I win the war". The Proconsul stood and even though Drakken was taller and larger than his venerable elder he still felt intimidated by the man's presence. "What concerns me is the delay in our work on the project".
"Well we have made progress in that we can now effectively open a portal and maintain it but the accuracy of time deployment and the targeting of the weapon still needs refinement. We would not be able to have effective target acquisition at this stage", said Drakken looking worried.
"Then perhaps we just need to focus on big targets that don't need that much accuracy".
"But won't that just inflame our enemies and drive them closer together and work harder to find us?"
"We will space out our targets and chose ones that will not draw rapid attention to us. But even if it does drive them to action it will play right into our hands. Since we control the project, and the Raider needs it functional as well he can't let them have it. He must come to us, he has no choice. When he does come he will bring us what we need and we will destroy him. His allies will follow striking before they are ready and they will ultimately fail. That is the weakness of good they are unwilling to sacrifice to achieve victory. That is why in the end we will win. You see I've seen this all before".
"You've seen us win before?"
"Yes I have, but I seem to remember myself being more evil. Oh, well there is still time for you. Now I want to begin actual targeting trials within the next week Doctor. I want to target single sites that won't directly link back to us. Also we will space them apart so as not to alarm them. Make this happen or I will take over the project personally is that clear?"
"Very clear".
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Kim Possible wasn't about to let a little thing like pregnancy slow her down. When she heard Gracie cry out from her room she was there so fast her doctor mother would have scolded her for an hour doing such things while pregnant. Kim opened the door to a dark room and switched on the light. She found Gracie sitting up in bed clutching her pillow and crying. Kim moved to the bed and sat taking Gracie into her arms. Her oldest daughter snuggled into her mother's embrace.
"I'm sorry mom I just had that dream again. I kept seeing his face over me and there was nothing I could do. You must be so disappointed in me?"
"What are you talking about? I couldn't be more proud of you".
"Possibles are supposed to be stronger than this. You and momma would do better".
"Wrong on both counts. Your momma and I are strong but so are you. You suffered a terrible experience Gracie, and there is no shame in crying about it. I have cried on your momma's shoulder and vice versa many times". Kim lifted up Gracie's face so she could look at her. "You are stronger than you know. If what happened to you had happened to me at your age I would have been a complete basket case, I mean more than usual". Gracie laughed at her mother's joke at her own expense.
"You know what scares me the most?" asked Gracie.
"What?"
"A part of me is glad the Raider did what he did".
"Me too". Gracie leaned back looking shocked at her mother. "I am a hero but I am also a mother who wants to protect her child. I'm not saying I condone what the Raider did but like you a part of me is glad he did what did. That doesn't make us monsters but also I never claimed to be perfect. I just claimed to be able to do anything", Kim smiles.
"I hope Doctor Director and GJ aren't coming down too hard on the Raider. He really did what he did to help us".
"I think the Raider does what he thinks will help him", said Kim looking a bit unhappy. Gracie gave her mother her own version of the PDP. "If I know the Director, I think the Raider may be getting a dose of understanding on what it is to be grounded".
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Give me death rays. Give me steaming battlefields. Give me blood soaked carnage as far as the eye can see. But if I have to listen to one more dead pan status report from very Special Agent Will Du I will rise like a phoenix from this chair and take a flame thrower to this whole building. The Raider sat in a chair in the Director's office and began slowly sliding from it onto the floor.
It was the first of March and Doctor Betty Director of GJ sat listening to the same report update report form Agent Du. Her other guest was sitting listening in obvious displeasure. For the past month the Director has followed the old saying of keeping your enemies close. The Raider had been removed from field duty to direct support services for her.
This was part of her test to see just how far the Raider would go and it had lasted longer than she anticipated. The Raider had sat there hour after hour with little to no complaint but she could see the inactivity was eating away at him. She returned to listening to Agent Du's report.
"The numbers of unexplained incidents we have on file so far are as follows. First in North America there has been an incident at Mount Rushmore where something drilled a large hole through the image of President Teddy Roosevelt. The Russians had an incident at a nuclear missile facility in Siberia where something drilled into a concrete and steel reinforced bunker. The Chinese have suffered a near catastrophic reactor breach at an isolated nuclear energy facility when something drilled into their reactor's cooling system. The Australians have lost a military cargo aircraft that was cut in two while on the ground in Sydney. The French had the same thing happen to an Air France passenger jet. There have been no casualties and the few witness reports we have obtained speak only of a partially seen energy wave or beam".
"Is there anything that links these incidents?" asked the Director.
"Only their unexplained nature Director, and we have investigations proceeding…"
Agent Du was interrupted from anything further comment when the sound of snoring came from the Raider as he slid from his chair to the floor.
"Excuse me", said Agent Du barley containing his anger.
The Raider leapt to his feet and closed on the director's desk. "No I will not excuse you, because you are not being true to your talents".
"What?" questioned Agent Du.
"Do you have any idea how many people you could be helping if GJ could find a way to harness your true potential?" The Raider stepped up to Agent Du and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. His other arm he threw out in front to of them in a panoramic gesture.
"What?"
"Picture the proposal. Do you suffer from stress, anxiety, high blood pressure, or just the need to desperately relax? Well here at GJ we have the perfect product for you, Special Agent Will Du's bottled boredom. With just a small amount of this revolutionary elixir you can turn even the most exciting day into an absolute trial of boredom and tedium. Caution side effects may include thoughts of suicide and/or murder, comma, and in many cases being bored to death".
The Director actually guffawed a little and began coughing just to cover it up.
Agent Du threw off the arm and the Raider stumbled into the Director's desk and neither he nor the Director noticed the small round device, about the size of a dime, the Raider planted under the lip of the desk. The device attached and changed color to resemble its background.
"Why you…" began Agent Du and he began to take a fighting stance.
"Is there anything else to report special agent", asked the Director before the scene deteriorated further. Agent Du relaxed from his stance as the Raider walked away from the pair of them to stand looking out the Director's window.
"One last thing Director, the annual GJ spring picnic is scheduled for the beginning of April in Middleton. All of the arrangements have been made but my team lacks an opponent for the annual softball game".
"I'm not surprised, your team has won the last eight years in a row. The Director now turned to the window where the Raider was still standing. "How about you Mr. Raider?"
"I don't play games Director."
"On the contrary, you and I both know you are an expert at playing very dangerous games".
"Let me rephrase my answer, I don't play children's games".
"Is it that you're too bored or just plain scared ", said Agent Du.
"Can I choose my own players?"
"As long as their related to GJ in some fashion and are not professional players of any sort, than yes you can", said the Director.
"Very well than I will participate but I will require some leave from your direct service to build my team".
"Then you shall have it but under GJ supervision of course", said the Director. "Anything else for me special agent?"
"No Director. I look forward to seeing you on the playing field", Agent Du bowed his head to the Raider and then turned and left the Director's office.
"I noticed you interrupted his report right when he was mentioning investigating the unexplained events", said the Director.
The Raider turned back toward the window. "It's them".
"How do you know? What are they doing?"
"Their experimenting and their learning how to aim. Our enemies were unsuccessful in obtaining the intelligence they needed from me to rapidly master the combination of time manipulation that would allow rapid weapon deployment. So they are targeting various things to learn how. The nature of the targets indicates they are trying to do so without drawing undue attention from any one agency or world power. This will only escalate as time goes on".
"How long do we have?"
"Three months maybe four before they get to the point where they will be able to target not only specific sites but individuals as well".
"How will they target individuals?"
"Today's society is rampant with video and electronic surveillance. It will be child's play for them to obtain most anyone's position in the world given time. If they are able to gain that level of proficiency in an uncontested setting, this war is over and we have lost". The Raider moved away from the window and returned to his chair.
Doctor Director looked at the Raider and counted to ten slowly. There was still something left unsaid here and she needed to say it. It could drive a wedge between this whole alliances but she needed it out in the open.
"I must admit that your case has been a strange case from the beginning. But soon people could start to die and I can't sit idly by anymore and wait. I'm not some novice agent or some fifteen year old girl who dreams of adventure. I know you are holding out on me. I know you are playing us for your own advantage. Are you really so uncaring as to sacrifice innocent people for your own gain?"
The Raider stood up and walked over to the Director's desk and leaned down until his head was level with her. He reached down to the control pad on her desk and turned off the room's surveillance and recording devices. He then took off his mask.
"Take a good look Director. Then tell me I'm just working for myself. Tell me how this ends with me benefiting. Remember I am the villain here. I know it may be a little old-fashioned to say this but villains don't ride off into the sunset. They don't get the girl. They don't get the happy ending." The Raider's voice increased an octave and broke just a little. "The best case scenario I have in this is that when it's over I won't ever have existed in the first place!" The Raider pulled his mask back on and punched the commands to reactivate the rooms' surveillance.
The Raider walker back over to his chair and picked up his new red metal kite shaped shield and fixed it on his left arm. He flexed his shoulder and checked his weapons.
"I know you have sacrificed people to win battles before Director. This is a war we can't afford to lose. Now decide. Either call your people in and let's get this over with or let me get back to doing what I have come all this way to do".
There was silence for several moments and the Raider wondered if he had pushed the Director too far.
There was the sound of the Director pressing the call button on her desk.
"Yes Director".
"I am placing the Raider back on active duty. Have Theta strike team work as his support. I don't want him to go anywhere without them".
"At once Director".
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At twenty-five weeks pregnant Kim Possible was working hard to stay in shape. She had run this race before and she knew if she wanted to keep herself and her baby healthy she needed to exercise and stay fit. Regardless of how fat she felt all the time. Yes everyone told her how wonderful she looked even while pregnant but it still got to her.
The Possible family had just had dinner and Kim was sitting at the kitchen table cleaning up little Nicholas as Abby was washing dishes and putting them away. It was Thursday night and Shego was upstairs with the twins and Gracie was watching television in the family room.
It had been a month since the incident at Middleton High and Kim was glad that Gracie was doing better. Her friends from school especially Billy, Mary, and Jimmy had really been there for her.
Abby's phone suddenly went off and the bodyguard/nanny expertly fished it out to her shoulder and answered it while not altering her cleaning duties in the slightest.
"Hello. Yes this is her. Oh…hello." Abby stopped her dishwashing and turned around now moving the phone to her hand.
Kim had noticed the tone change in Abby's voice and she turned an inquiring eye toward her friend. Even Gracie's had noticed something in the tone and had come in from the living room.
"Yes, I could be free tomorrow night. What is this about? Oh…all right where? Yes, that would be acceptable 7:00 PM should be fine. I'll see you then".
"I didn't know Seamus was in town?" said Kim.
"That wasn't Seamus it was the Raider". Abby turned back to her dishes but it was obvious that something was wrong as her cleaning intensity had increased tenfold.
The top of Kim's head exploded in a bright orange mushroom cloud.
"Spankin", whistled Gracie. "You have a date with the Raider. I am so jellin right now".
"Hubba Hubba", said George the naked mole rat as he leapt from Gracie to the kitchen table.
"It is not a date it is a discussion of GJ business", said Abby her voice rising in octave slightly.
Kim's jaw dropped and bounced off the floor like a ball until it sprung a leak and flew around the room like a balloon losing air.
"Where is he taking you?" asked Gracie.
"To Ron's place the Lotus Blades".
Kim's eyes popped out landed on the table rolled around and seemed to chase George in a circle.
"Sure sounds like a date to me", said Gracie.
"It's not a date I tell you. He is not even my type".
Kim watched and listened as Nicholas began reciting the St. Crispin's Day Speech from Shakespeare's Henry the V.
"What do you mean not your type? He is tall, dark, mysterious, strong, kick ass, and from the future. What woman doesn't like that?"
"Me for one…Kim are you alright?" Abby had just noticed that Kim had a totally blanked out expression on her face.
"Yeah Mom is something wrong?" asked Gracie.
I don't remember these types of hallucinations during my previous pregnancies, thought Kim. Kim shook herself to try to clear her head. "So you have a date with the Raider?"
"It's not a date", Abby threw her dish towel on the counter and stormed from the kitchen.
"It is so a date", said Gracie as soon as Abby was out of ear shot.
"Totally", said George.
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The portal itself was beautiful in its color and intensity. Time was like light in its properties. It was both focused and broad like a ray and a wave at the same time. He admired it.
The Proconsul knew himself to be a winner so time was important to him but not so important that he needed to alter it that much. Winners want to keep time the way it is. Let the losers throw themselves into the void attempting to correct their mistakes. However, since he was here he might as well make the best of it.
The trials had so far been very promising and soon the world would know of his mastery over time and the world. This time it would be better. This time everyone would love him. They would love him or die.
"You are happy with the progress?" asked Doctor Drakken as he approached the Proconsul. The proconsul swiveled in his chair and took in the sight of his younger self. Damn, he still had some work to do if this man was to be his legacy. Well he will have access to a time machine and maybe an even younger version of himself would do better. Oh, well if you have a lemon make lemonade.
"I am most impressed Doctor. Now I want to move the trials to multiple simultaneous targets as soon as possible". The Proconsul rose and began to leave the command and control center of the lair.
"Of course, I will begin immediately".
The Proconsul stopped and seemed lost in thought for a moment before turning aback around.
"As we move closer to finishing the project the likelihood of us coming under attack increases. I remember Kim Possible and her tendency to arrive just in the nick of time. I don't want to take the chance her offspring may have inherited that trait. I want the production of synthodrones and robot sentries increased. Also remove any self-destruct features from this lair. I don't know why I ever thought they might be necessary".
"It shall be done". The Proconsul then left leaving Drakken alone.
"I don't know why I ever thought they might be necessary", said Drakken in a childish imitation of the Proconsul's voice. Just you wait. I'll show everyone that I am no sidekick. Drakken accessed the communication grid and typed in a short message and then wiped the message from the log.
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Abby came downstairs wearing black dress slacks a red wine colored blouse and a thin black leather jacket because technically it still was winter. She had on medium stylish heals and a red scarf. Maybe I can make it out of the house without the entire clan noticing. She crept by the kitchen and no one was in sight and the living room was clear. Just as she reached the front door she heard the sound of someone pulling up outside. She snuck out the front door only to find Kim, Shego, the girls, and Nicholas standing outside.
Why did I even think I might I might get out clean. Then she noticed the Raider pull up on a GJ Ducati speed bike. He didn't have his armor on but did have on a riding helmet. He was wearing boots, black jeans, a red leather jacket, and black gloves.
"A bike really", said Abby as she stepped up to the Raider and crossed her arms.
"What it's not us?" said the Raider as he handed her a helmet.
"Helmets? I don't remember us using them before?"
"Chasing a lunatic through the deserts of Arizona is one thing but Middleton traffic is much more dangerous".
"So what is this occasion if may ask", said Kim as Abby put on her helmet and climbed on behind the Raider.
"I have a working proposal for Ms. Normal".
"Oooooo, a proposal", said Gracie and Shego in unison. Abby covered her right hand with her left so the twins and Nicholas wouldn't see as she gave Shego and Gracie the finger.
"Don't worry I will have her back safe and before she turns into a pumpkin", said the Raider as he pulled away toward the street.
"I see you have your keepers", said Abby as she indicated the GJ SUV that sat just down the street.
"You as well", the Raider indicated the Possible family behind them.
"Yeah it's a regular three-ring circus out here. Let's leave before someone else shows up", said Abby.
"Who else, your boyfriend?"
Abby released her right hand and slapped the Raider upside his helmeted head. They sped off down the street with the GJ team following close behind.
"Oh yeah, that is so much a date", said Gracie.
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As they entered the Lotus blades and waited for a table, Yori Stoppable, wife of Ron Stoppable, stepped up to greet them. The Asian long black-haired beauty moved with such silence and grace that the Raider suspected she floated more than walked.
"Greeting to you honored guests", Yori bowed to them both and then stood in obvious appraisal of the Raider. "I am surprised Raider-san that you attired so. With your reputation I expected throwing blades at the very least".
The Raider merely opened his jacket and pulled back a section of the interior to reveal an array of knives.
Yori merely nodded as if this was what she was expecting her expression kind but firm. "This is a family establishment and not a dojo. Therefore I must ask that you restrain yourself from violence while here".
"I swear not to initiate any hostilities, on my honor", said the Raider. Yori turned to Abby with the same expression.
"I promise to behave myself", said Abby.
"Never the less I have already arranged for you a table to be a private one for the convenience of your date of course", said Yori with just the hint of a smile. She led them through the restaurant to a table by itself next to a window and beautiful water fountain.
Abby quickly stepped up to Yori and whispered in her ear. "Yori this is not a date".
"Thank you Ms. Stoppable", said the Raider as he and Abby sat down.
"You may call me Yori Raider-san. My husband says that you are allowed to call him Ron so I will extend you the same honor".
"You honor me with me your name. If I may Yori, is your husband here this evening".
"Yes he is Raider-san but he is very busy".
"I can imagine but if it's convenient could I beg the company of you and he this evening to sit with us. What I have to discuss with Ms. Normal could also use your input as well".
The Raider and Abby sat and a waiter came and took their orders. Abby ordered a salad, garlic tilapia, with white wine and the Raider spicy chicken garlic noodles with warm sake.
"I've noticed that names are very important to you", said Abby trying to start a conversation as they had lapsed into silence after the waiter left.
"I have never had a proper name only a designation. So I tend to put great weight on those who allow me the use of their names".
"Your parents did not name you?"
"Not to my knowledge. I did not know my parents when I grew up in the future".
"In Arizona when I called you a bas… you said your parents were married".
"I did not know them in my youth but I did become aware of them as an adult".
"You didn't seek them out, even out of curiosity?"
"I did learn much of them later but correspondence would have proven problematic at best. I don't wish to offend Abby but this is a subject that I would prefer not to discuss."
"Very well then why are we here?"
"Softball".
"I beg your pardon?"
"You played softball, as pitcher I believe, in high school and in college did you not"
"Yes I did but I haven't played any in years. What does that have to do with anything?"
"I have been tasked by Doctor Director to put together a softball team to oppose Agent Du's team at the GJ spring picnic in Middleton. I know little of this game and I know few people of this time. I have fought alongside you and have found you to be a warrior and a professional. I would like you and me to put together a team for this event".
What in the name of hell is the Director doing, thought Abby. What is she trying to learn or better yet what is she trying to accomplish.
"Will's team hasn't been beaten in years and you want us to put together a team in a month that can do it?"
"Yes. I like a challenge. I believe you do too. It follows that whole I'm going to live with Kim Possible and Shego Possible two of the most dangerous and danger attracting people on the face of the planet".
Abby laughed at that. "There has to be more to it than that?"
"I wouldn't mind seeing the Special Agent's face when he loses".
"Yeah that wouldn't be a horrible thing would it."
The Raider seemed to a little uneasy but he continued on. "I also would like the chance to work with you again".
Abby thought that was at the root of the problem. She was about to explain her relationship with Seamus and the villain-bodyguard controversy thing when the food arrived. All right we will table that discussion until dessert.
The food was excellent and after a few drinks Abby was actually starting to enjoy herself. Well not one to lose an opportunity Abby decided to probe for more information on the Raider.
"So what have you learned about the past in your time here?" asked Abby.
"That I should have studied more history. The journey has revealed to me far more than I expected or wanted to know".
"What has it revealed about yourself?" Abby was proud of herself for this insight.
"It has revealed my greatest sin. I thought it would be vanity or pride but I find that it is greed".
"Greed? I never thought you were interested in something as shallow as money?"
"There are different forms of greed other than monetary greed. The greed I speak of is the desire to have more than I planned for. My time in the past has made me selfish for what I have never known".
"In other words you came here with a clear plan but now that you're here it's not so clear anymore is it?"
"No it is not".
"But it's not going to stop you is it? You're going to keep going no matter what and damn the consequences".
"I might change the plan depending on what I learn and who I interact with".
The Raider pointedly leaned across the table and Abby leaned over as well until they were face to face.
"Fine I'll do it. I'll play softball but on one condition".
"Which is?"
"I am the team captain which means I give the orders".
The Raider raised his glass in toast and Abby raised hers. "Deal".
"Quick call GJ I have caught the conspirators red-handed making their evil plans", said Ron as he and Yori stepped up to the table.
"Excellent timing", said the Raider as he and Abby rose to greet them. "Please join us. Abby and I have a proposition we want to discuss with the two of you".
"Business proposition?" asked Yori as she sat down.
"Softball proposition", said Abby.
The conversation lasted well into the evening even after the restaurant closed. Abby told of their plan to play against Will Du's team at the GJ spring picnic. It didn't take long to get Ron and Yori on the team. After all baseball and softball are big in Japan.
Yori questioned the Raider about his skill with the sword. The Raider replied that he was a moderate student of the sword and relied too much on technology than raw skill. Yori saluted his wisdom in knowing his own limitations. But only a fool lets those limitation define him. She offered to tutor him in more advanced sword techniques. The Raider accepted her offer immediately.
Ron regaled them all with the retelling of the story of capturing Motor Ed in Arizona for Yori. Abby was convinced that everyone on the face of the planet must have seen that video clip by now.
"One of these days I am going to get you guys back for that whole video thing", said Abby her words just slightly slurring due to the alcohol.
"Maybe get me back", said Ron. "I think the Raider already paid his bill on that note".
"With interest", said Yori.
"He did. I'm sorry about that", said Abby extending her hand across the table to the Raider. The Raider took her hand firmly and shook it.
"So what do you two plan to do now?" asked Ron.
"I don't know. What do you like to do on a second date Mr. Raider?" asked Abby.
All eyes turned to the Raider as Yori and Ron both grinned.
"I like to dance".
Abby covered her mouth to keep from yelling as she busted out laughing. Ron actually fell back out of his chair and Yori's grin actually threatened to split her face.
"You're serious?" said Abby.
"Have you ever known me not to be?"
"I know an all-night karaoke bar", said Ron as he climbed back up to the table.
"I don't sing", said the Raider.
"Fine we'll sing you guys can dance", said Ron as got up to finish closing the restaurant.
"Don't you have to get home to RJ?" Abby asked Yori.
"No Abby-san. We arranged for an all-night sitter when we learned you were coming. Just in case".
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Shego poured herself another cup of coffee and returned to the living room from the kitchen. Kim was already sitting on the couch and Shego sat down next to her.
"Should we really be doing this?" asked Kim.
"What do you mean?"
"Abby is a grown woman and we are not her parents".
"We are worse than her parents. We are her friends and I will not miss this opportunity to heckle and ridicule her when she comes home".
It was then that Kim's Kimmunicator went off.
"It's almost 2:00 AM who the heck is calling at this hour?" said Shego.
The extremely pregnant Kim fished out the communicator and looked to see. "It's a text from Yori. She says she has sent us some streaming video to our email. She says it is rated "H" for hilarious". Both Kim and Shego looked at each other for a moment before they each leapt of the sofa for the computer. Shego arrived first but she let Kim sit down and Shego stood looking over her shoulder still drinking her coffee.
Kim turned on the computer and booted up their email. It took only a few seconds to find the email and once Kim clicked on it the video seemed to take forever to load. When it finally started to play the shot was of Yori obviously taking the video of herself. There was load music playing in the background and Yori was smiling and sweaty for some obvious exertion.
"Hello, Kim-san and Shego-san. First let warn you that the hour is late and the use of spirits has been liberal. Since I foretell that you are awake and waiting I send you this in the hopes you find such amusing and insightful", the video changed view to show a dance floor and small stage area nearby.
The person on stage was none other Ron Stoppable and in the crowd on the dance floor below was Abby and the Raider. Ron was singing as the video began tracking from him to the dancing couple and back to Ron.
She's into superstitions
Black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition
That girl's gonna make me fall
Abby and the Raider were dancing before Ron as he sang and Kim and Shego could see the pair were grinding all over each other.
"Oh, my freaky god", said Shego. Kim's hands covered her mouth as she watched in disbelief.
She's into new sensation
New kicks in the candlelight
She's got a new addiction
For every day and night
Ron was moving up and down the stage doing his own version dancing as Ricky Martin as the video followed him.
She'll make you take your
Clothes off and go dancing in the rain
She'll make you live her crazy life
But she'll take away your pain
Like a bullet to your brain
Abby forcibly ripped the red leather jacket from the Raider and her hands mimicked a gun shooting him in the head.
At the sight of Abby doing this Shego was barely able to turn her head as she spewed her coffee all over the wall.
Upside inside out
She's livin' la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin's the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca
livin la vida loca
Abby and the Raider cleared out the middle of the dance floor as the Raider lifted Abby up and swung her around like a toy doll before literally tossing her in the air and catching her.
"Tell me I'd dreaming Shego or I having pregnancy hormone induced hallucinations", said Kim as she began to laugh.
Woke up in New York City
In a funky cheap motel
She took my heart
And she took my money
She must've slipped me a sleepin' pill
As the Abby and the Raider continued to dance Shego had to steady Kim in her chair as the pair of them began laughing to the point of tears.
She never drinks the water
And makes you order
French champagne
Once you've has a taste of her
You'll never be the same
Yeah, she'll make you go insane
The Raider now took hold of Abby and removed her jacket as Abby leapt up wrapping her arms and legs around him.
Now it was Shego who collapsed into the floor at the sight and was laughing so hard her breathing was becoming labored.
Upside inside out
She's livin' la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin's the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca
Livin' la vida loca
Livin' la vida loca
Upside inside out
She's livin' la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Livin' la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin's the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca
Livin' la vida loca
Livin' la vida loca
Livin' la vida loca
Ron was finishing to the applause of the crowd and Abby and the Raider were surrounded by people clapping at their antics. The video now showed a crowd of people moving in front of Yori and the footage stopped.
"I did not just see that", said Kim as she shut off the computer.
Shego rose from the floor wiping tears from her face. "Yes you did and why should they have all the fun?" Shego bent down and started kissing Kim on the back of the neck.
"Shego I'm pregnant", chided Kim. Shego reached down and picked up Kim gently but firmly.
"So what? Don't you worry your pretty little head about it, I have mad skills".
Author's Notes:
Next chapter war on the softball field. Can you guess who the rest of the team will be? Bonus points and a sneak peek into the grand finale for the best guess.
The song Living La Vida Loca was from the Rick Martin's 1999 smash hit composed by Desmond Child and Draco Rosa. The Lyrics in the version used were the ones from the Shrek 2 soundtrack.
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