Can I Be Your Sidekick?

Chapter 2

Shego Takedown

Time Stream Journal

Entry#01/2003k01

Once I sent the buffoon to Norway, Team Possible was no longer effective; taking over the world was a piece of cake during which time Princess and her sidekick disappeared. I figured they went to ground after realizing my conquest of the world was inevitable.

Entry#01/2013l03

The Resistance is becoming a concern; they've developed a disconcerting interest in my Time Monkey and when I discovered Kimmie's nerdlinger buddy was in charge I realized Princess wasn't just laying low, she was completely off the grid. None of my operatives could find any trace of her. Princess doesn't play defence; she must be up to something and if Wade Lode is interested in the Time Monkey then maybe the Resistance has figured out that playing with the Time Stream could help their cause.

Entry#01/2019c05

The Resistance has devices to swim the Time Stream called Chrono-Manipulators. The thought occurred to me they night reunite Kimmie and the buffoon, if not already, and bring them to the future to cause me grief. My past could come back to haunt me.

Entry#01/2021g07

Cloning…after over twenty years I had managed to put away the anguish, the loss…and the loneliness of losing Jhessy, a 'sister' that Uncle Percy cloned for me when I was a teen. Her cloning matrix broke down and I watched her die a lingering painful death: I vowed never to let that happen again. Now that the Resistance is getting more aggressive with assassination attempts Uncle Percy is suggesting cloning another me to act as a distraction or stand-in. My uncle is very insistent. As for me, I already watched myself die once; I'm not that keen on experiencing that again.

Entry#01/2023a11

Twenty years after Kimmie's disappearance, I finally caught up to them in my throne room at the moment the fake Time Monkey was broken by the doofus. Everybody was stunned when nothing happened, except for Kimmie's brothers. They slapped damping cuffs on the stand-in's wrists to nullify her glow. Drakken, Monkey Fist and Killigan were captured in quick succession. It looks like Uncle Percy's idea for a clone stand-in and sniper target paid off; I returned to when I split them up to try again.

Entry#02/2025l13

I guess just because I start over doesn't mean that every little thing will go exactly the same as in the previous time stream. That moron Monkey Fist took it upon himself to eliminate Stoppable after he moved to Norway; obviously Kimmie couldn't make it in time to save him. However, with the help of the Resistance she managed to track down Fist and it didn't take long for Princess to discover a more lethal use for her grapple hook. All my villainous sidekicks were taken out and the world empire I built in twenty years fell in less than three; I watched my stand-in take a grapple to the chest…gruesome…it really messed me up for a while…at least I… she went quickly. I don't scare but I never want to see that nor that look on Kimmie's face ever again. Note to self, don't make it personal…and no more cloning!

Bottom line: Princess 2, World Domination 0

"DAD, THERE'S A VERY PRETTY YOUNG WOMAN HERE TO SEE YOU!" the Possibles heard Kim shout.

James' confusion became awkward discomfort; his face blushing as he watched his wife cross her arms on her chest and direct a level gaze in his direction. Her cocked right eyebrow clearly stating…'You got some splainin to do!' Already grumpy from the day's events Ann curtly nodded her head toward the front of the house, "So dear, aren't you going to see what this pretty young woman wants with you?"

Arriving at the front door the nervously curious father realized his daughter was not exaggerating. The young woman standing demurely at the door could not have been much older than college age. Her well curved, athletic figure was complimented by a light green min-skirt and three-quarter sleeve crop-top, her long raven tresses pulled into a ponytail seemed to radiate a delicate green sheen which, combined with a flawless complexion and subtly exotic jade eyes would have most men, and probably some women, classify her as 'easy to look at'. Kim's teeth clacked together as her father pushed her chin up to close her mouth, however that did not stop her from gawking along with Ron and her brothers.

'Its part of the plan,' Shego reminded herself.

She thrust her hand out, introducing herself with a bright smile and a perky voice, "Hi, my name is Jhessa Ravens, you must be Dr. Possible, I hear you're looking for a sitter."

James' relief was evident as he shook her hand, "Oh yes, please come in, won't you? This is my wife Ann, the other Dr. Possible."

Shego watched the tall, willowy redhead as she approached. Jade eyes locked onto blue ones and the young woman's heart skipped a beat as she felt an aura of calm envelope her. Her mood lifted, a sense of optimism seemed to suddenly pervade her mind almost to the point of making her giddy. Yet she still felt balanced and in an instant it occurred to Shego these feelings were familiar and if that was so then there was a memory there somewhere of these feelings. Unfortunately, that memory eluded her for the nonce and all she could do when they shook hands was mutter a bashful, "Hi."

The teen's curious reaction was not lost on the mother who still greeted her warmly none the less.

In the meantime James took control of the kids, "Kimmie-cub, you and Ronald wait in the family room for his parents. Boys, let's go and I'll tuck you into bed."

On the way up the stairs the twins began voicing their objections, "But Dad we want to…"

"…listen in…"

"…on the interrogation…"

"…and remember…"

"…it's your turn to call bad cop…."

With a roll of the eyes and bearing a smirk Ann closed the front door and ushered the prospective sitter through the house, "It's Jhessa, right? Let's go to the kitchen to talk, do you drink coffee?"

The young woman, still addlepated, nodded mutely as she sat down stiffly on the bench next to the window, the orange light of the setting sun through the windows made the yellow kitchen seem surreal. Ann's voice filtered into her mind, "…and I'm a brain surgeon and James is a rocket scientist so caffeine is an integral part of our lives. Ooooh…I hope you like it strong because it's been sitting in the pot since breakfast and I forgot to pick up some more; how do you take yours?"

"Uh yeah, ahem, it isn't a proper cup if it doesn't make you nine feet tall and bullet-proof, heh-heh, and uh, black is fine, thank you," answered the raven-haired woman. As the coffee was being prepared Shego's mind began to settle down and came to a quick assumption as to what she believed just happened, 'Bawd, figure I didn't just get pegged radical by a set of legs.'

Ann placed mugs of oily looking brew on the table, pushing aside the supper dishes, and sitting down in the chair across from the young woman; she flashed a rather predatory grin, "You don't have to be nervous my dear; it's not as if I'm going to attack and use your brain for meatloaf, ya know."

'Oi, humour,' thought Shego.

Entering the kitchen, James poured himself a black coffee before sitting down on the bench near the raven-haired teen, giving her the impression of being cornered.

Loosening his tie, James said, "Mmm, this coffee's a right proper J-200 it is. The boys are in bed, I expect the window of quiet time to last approximately seventy-three seconds; have I missed much?"

"I was just about to ask Jhessa about herself," replied the mother.

Shego felt completely unfocused; confused as to why she kept averting her eyes from Mrs. Possible's gaze, doing her best not to fidget. She began nervously….

"Um, ok. My name is Jhessa Ravens. I just turned eighteen; I have two older brothers and younger twin brothers. I'm graduating from Go City Central High School this year and in September I'm attending Lowerton Community College for Child Development Studies. I used to be in gymnastics then switched to kung fu; I like water skiing, snowboarding, hiking, mountains, sun tanning, cars and flying. I have my driver's licence and my pilot's licence. And I hope to be able to teach someday. My uncle is Professor Percy Green; I believe he's an associate of yours, Mr. Dr. Possible and he told me you had need of a sitter, especially for tomorrow night."

"Professor Green, sure, he's a good egg," said James, "I did mention that we might not make the Space Center Spring Gala."

"Don't you live in Go City, how would you be available to baby-sit?" asked Ann, sipping coffee and peering over her mug as she continued to examine Shego closely.

The young woman's composure was returning but she still felt ready to blush whenever Kim's mother looked at her directly.

"Uncle Percy said I could stay with him here in Middleton anytime," Shego explained, "I'm one of only six in senior year with a grade average better than ninety-five percent;we're allowed to self-study, my teachers and I email everything to each other. I don't have to attend classes as long as I keep my grades up. Here is a copy of my last semester's transcript." Shego smirked inwardly, 'If my Mutants knew they'd billy me for a spud.'

James let out a long, low whistle after looking at the transcript and passing the document to his wife said, "Miss Ravens I have to let you know that we prefer that you not bring any friends or…"

"…I don't have a girlfriend!" interjected Shego suddenly.

James' finger remained pointed in the air and his brows furrowed as he tried to comprehend the outburst while Ann gave the teen a sly look. With an apologetic shrug, the unsettled young woman continued, "I mean I don't have a boyfriend; that is, my activities never left me with much time for socializing. I don't think any guy has shown any interest in me." Shego reflected wryly, 'Figure benchin' over two hundred pounds in the weight room didn't weird out the spuds too much. Bawd! No shiv on the epiphany, figure I'm not too pathetic.'

Unsure whether or not to be reassured by Shego's explanation, Mr. Possible glanced at his wife who cocked her left eyebrow ever so slightly, a spousal signal of affirmative. So encouraged, the father spoke to the prospective sitter, "Miss Ravens, Kimmie-cub has to stay home from school next week, would you be available then as well?"

Shego smiled brightly and nodded.

"Outstanding," exclaimed James, "Shall we discuss remuneration?"

"Actually, Mr. Dr. Possible., I really don't need the money. I'm really only interested in getting the experience dealing with kids. I'd be content with fridge privileges if that's alright," she explained.

Of course there was absolutely no way the kids were going to stay away from so tantalizing an occasion as the interrogation of a prospective sitter. The best friends parked themselves just outside the kitchen door while the twins snuck outside to check out the new sitter's car. To Kim's relief and delight the new sitter was even willing to include Ron which ended up pleasing the Stoppables immensely.

Shego was told about Kim's suspension and grounding; the new sitter noting with special interest the long hug and even longer faces of the best friends when they said goodbye.

Despite losing her best friend for a week, Kim felt elated and unable to fall asleep,

'She is the most rockin' sitter I've ever seen. Kung fu! I wonder if she'll practice katas with me. That probably means she won't be complaining about heart-attacks like the older sitters always did. Knowing gymnastics will help her with that important life skill called tweeb dodging…'

'…and she's a pilot as well; that's slammin', I wonder if I'll get a plane ride out of this. The Tweebs had a look at her car and came back all excited, although I don't get the connection between muscles and cars…'

'…I like how her eyes are the same colour as mine and even with the ponytail I can tell her hair probably goes down to her butt. Am I seeing things or does her black hair have a greenish shine to it? Yep, I'm definitely gonna let my hair grow. Ya know Jhessa could pass for Shego if she put on the costume and green makeup….

With that last thought the young heroine-to-be, clutching her Pandaroo, fell asleep.

Kim was excited for her parents as well as herself. Her mom and dad were stepping out to the Space Center Spring Gala; it was their first date in almost a year and she could tell they were anxious to get going.

James looked distinguished in his black tux; Ann elegant in a light purple strapless, full length gown with a low cut back, and slit up the side.

The daughter heard the deep rumble of Jhessa's car as it pulled into the driveway. She retreated to the family room where her brothers were waiting patiently; the three of them came to the consensus the new sitter was way cool and they would all give her a positively awesome reception.

Kim's dad opened the door eagerly when the doorbell rang; Ann actually looking relieved to see their 'saviour' had shown up on time.

"Hi there Mr. and Mrs. Dr.'s P., wow it's warm in here, and no wonder, you guys are totally hot!" exclaimed the Shego in a perky voice. Although the words were directed at both parents her eyes were only for Ann, 'Slide the eyes spud, there're some assets that'll definitely earn lots of interest, no shiv but them legs go on forev…whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa…scoping Possible's mom much? Bawd that's balls-nasty, I was checking her out! Maximum composure Shego, as in now!'

Ann realized she had been sized up by the new sitter but since she was eager to make a clean getaway she grabbed her husband, herding him out the door saying hurriedly, "The kids are in the family room Jhessa, we won't be home till after one, see ya later, have a good evening."

Shego continued her thoughts, 'Since when did I start checkin' legs? That's not the way I roll, is it? Anybody I know at school's got connections; all lines are busy. But then every time I look at Kimmie's mom there's a memory wanting out, and I'm not even sure it's a crush thing; gotta talk to Uncle Percy. What's nasty is she's pegged me on it already…'

'…Man, this is so not part of the plan….'

Lost in a reverie caused by the new conundrum occupying her thoughts, Shego's usual alertness was lowered as she wandered into the family room. She was caught flatfooted when she heard a pair of voices….

"Initiate baby sitter takedown sequence… HOOSHA!"

Shego felt something fly close by her head; spinning quickly she spotted one of the twins aiming a loaded sling-shot in her direction from behind the armchair. However, what really opened her eyes wide was the flame-haired projectile flying her way from atop the couch, sporting a triumphant grin and shouting a fierce,

"HAII-YAH!"

The battle cry set into motion the young woman's instinctive and quick reactions learned the hard way from the dozens of confrontations with the teenaged version of Kim. Preparing to catch the pouncing youth her right leg buckled from the flying tackle of the other twin. The expected, "Gotchya," instead became:

"GAAGGH!"

It was bad enough Shego had the wind knocked out of her as she fell flat on her back, but Kim landing on her stomach brought tears to her eyes. She heard all three kids start yip-yapping like the victorious puppies they were. The twins howled, giving each other a high five before bounding off on all fours out of the room. The teen could hear them falling up the stairs in their haste.

The sitter's immediate concern became the little girl perched on top of her, 'Does she realize where her hands are?'

Kim was panting like an excited puppy, olive eyes bright with mischief, her tongue hanging, the drool began to drip. 'This doesn't look good,' Shego thought to herself grimly.

In one quick motion the redhead ran her tongue up the sitter's face in one long slurp from chin to hairline. "You taste good," said the playful girl.

"Aaggh, that's a low blow," complained the victim.

Kim scampered off on all fours with a pleased grin, falling up the stairs much as her brothers did. From the top came a chorus of yips, yaps, arfs and howls that would have done a kennel proud.

The vanquished sitter lay dejectedly on the living room floor, listening to a commercial on the television extolling the absorbency of some paper towel brand.

'Figure I didn't just get billyed by a trio of grade school pep puppies. My rep as The Supreme One past, present and future is so in the toilet if this gets out; that's no shiv…maybe I should stick with the teenaged foe, it would be less embarrassing….'

Shego sprinted down the main hallway of her school trying to get to the gymnasium before the Cheer Regionals finished; the cheers, applause and booming music reverberating all around. The teen had promised to be there to watch her lead the cheer squad to victory. As the anxious sprinter rounded a corner and approached the gym doors everything became silent; suddenly overcome with loneliness the young woman realized she had broken her promise and missed the competition. Nonetheless the teen entered the darkened gym and felt a spark of hope upon hearing a female voice off to the side. Igniting her right hand for illumination...

...the sitter realized she had fallen asleep in the living room, the clock on the VCR said 5:47am. The sound of a woman speaking quietly convinced her to douse her hand quickly. Realizing the Possibles were home Shego went to the foyer to greet two rather dishevelled parents. Ann, clutching her shoes in one hand and purse in the other, sported a distinctly flushed appearance and the coy glances between the two brought the groggy young woman to one obvious conclusion,

'I don't believe it, they went parking; ok composure, don't go all billy now, just don't look at her.'

"Wow, when you said you'd be back after one you weren't kidding, it looks like you guys had a good spousal encounter session," teased the sitter as she focused her eyes away from Mrs. Possible.

"Never mind us; how did your night go?" asked the mother hopefully, dropping her shoes and tossing her clutch purse on the hall table.

"Well, they gave me a very energetic and imaginative welcome; I think we hit it off right at the start. I spent almost an hour talking cars with Jim and Tim after which they went to bed without a fuss, and the rest of the evening Kim told me all about what happened at school yesterday," reported the teen.

As James removed his jacket, unbeknownst to him, a thin, square packet fell to the floor. As he went upstairs he said to the sitter, "Good night, or rather good morning. Thanks for watching the brood Jhessa."

You're welcome Mr. Dr. P.," Shego said as she picked up the condom package, holding it up for the mother to see and cocking an eyebrow.

"Damn, that's where the last one went," Ann grinned sheepishly, "We left the party early." Taking the packet she added, "I always bring a few along…you just never know."

"TWEEBS, YOU ARE SO DEAD!" they heard Kim scream, followed by, "HICKA-BICKA-BOO…HOOSHA!" startling Shego and causing Ann to lower her head and sigh dejectedly.

Jade eyes looked up the stairs to see what fighter pilots referred to as a 'furball' travelling along the balcony towards the stairs; Kim was furiously attempting to pummel her brothers who were attempting to avoid said fate, all the while in a whirling maelstrom of flailing limbs.

When the siblings reached the top of the stairs, Ann moved over a step and pointing to a spot on the floor said to Shego, "Stand over there my dear."

Without hesitation the teen quickly did as she was told just in time to see the furball roll through where they had just been standing, continuing towards the kitchen. The young woman looked questioningly at her employer.

With a weary smile Ann explained, "Having a rocket scientist in the family does come in handy at times. For those times the kids are moving faster than a walking pace or are in a mix-up like now, James calculated launch vectors for various areas throughout the house then marked out safe spots to keep you clear of their trajectories. Look down, a pink heart is Kimmie, a blue dot is one of the twins, a red dot is both twins and the skull is when all three are at it."

Shego was still staring at the skull drawn on the floor when she heard Kim yell from the kitchen, "Mom they pulled a scenario five on me while I was still sleeping…you can't dodge me forever tweebs, I am so going to hurt you two…."

Hearing the furball tumbling energetically to the front of the house Ann called out, "James, damage control for scenario five, please."

"Coming hun," answered the father, already on his way.

The teen watched in amazement as the twins sprinted into the foyer, terror on their faces as they made their way to the living room followed closely by their father as he descended the stairs. Kim was hot on their heels, launching herself over the two women in an attempt to pounce on her brothers from above only to be caught and held by Ann.

"Good catch Mrs. P.," said an astonished Shego, unsure as to what was the most bizarre; the look of Hell's fury upon the girl's face, the fact the mother was strong enough pluck her daughter out the air so easily, revealing a surprising amount of strength, or that Kimmie was butt naked! "Uh, nice muscle tone there, Cupcake."

Noticing the stunned look on the new sitter's face Ann explained as she shooed her now thoroughly mortified daughter up the stairs, "Scenario five is when the twins take advantage that Kimmie is a heavy sleeper and remove her pyjamas; don't ask me how they do that, James and I haven't caught them in the act yet. They know she goes commando under them and they're trying to get a picture of her running nude while chasing them. Sometimes, like this morning, her temper gets the better of her and she forgets to put something on," With an almost pleading expression Ann asked, "Um, are you still good for Monday morning?"

"Puppies, launch vectors, damage control, skulls and a mom who could probably bench two bills; no shiv but this'll be a balls-nasty mission,' Shego thought with amusement. To Ann she replied sweetly, "Sure, not a problem at all."

"That's great," replied Ann with a tired but relieved smile."

"HORMONES!" yelled Shego, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH THAT?"

Right after leaving the Possibles Shego went straight to her uncle's house for a consult about her strange reaction around Kim's mom.

Watching his niece pace around the study Uncle Percy chuckled, "Yes my dear, hormones are the cause of your apparent crush symptoms towards Ann."

"Nasty! Figure like I'd not be too old for crushes," groused the raven-haired woman as she poured herself a coffee and sat down across from the scientist, putting her feet up on his desk.

"Well, for one thing, your mind may be in its mid-forties but Amy regressed and stabilized your body to what it was at fifteen…I believe that would be prime hormone season."

Shego spat out her coffee, sitting up wide-eyed and slack-jawed, "BAWD! You sayin' I'm still preschool at forty-three?"

"For all intents and purposes, yes," grinned Percy, "Has she noticed yet?"

"No shiv but she's got me pegged radical, all signals were loud and clear; but she was aces about it," replied Shego as she cleaned up her mess.

"Well she is a perceptive and compassionate woman, she may be a neurosurgeon but I know she minored in psychology," the older man grinned, "Who knows, she might know how to help you out; helping people was her trademark in university."

The befuddled woman draped herself back into her chair, gazing at the ceiling. "So you're sayin' I gotta have a sex talk with the mother of my preteen arch nemesis. This ain't part of the plan unc."

Percy shrugged, "If you lose the parents, you'll have no chance with Kim. I wasn't that close with Ann in university even though we shared some biology classes but I believe your best option is honesty; or as close as you can come to it without compromising your mission. Speaking of plans, you need to come in soon for your first neural scan. Even with the schematics from the hard drive you gave me I could barely match the technology required. But Amy insisted I take readings because she wasn't sure how time travel might affect genetic manipulations; if there is something wrong she says the program will let us know and most likely offer suggestions for treatment."

On the drive to school to pick up her homework for the week, Kim was admiring Shego's car, "I like the colour of your car."

"It's called Candy-Apple Red."

"It's nice; what do muscles have to do with a car?"

"This is a muscle car. It's called that because it has a big motor to go fast."

"Dad's car goes pretty fast."

"This car goes a lot faster, Cupcake."

"The motor is awfully loud; Dad takes his car to the garage when it gets loud."

At this point Shego began explaining why the engine was loud with references to compression ratios, octanes, rpm's, engine displacement, quarter mile performance, and other similar automotive expressions. At the end of the discourse the driver turned to see a blank look on her passenger's face.

"Uh, I like the colour," reiterated Kim.

'Oi,' thought the teen to herself, 'figure I didn't place almost two mill for this car, the collector didn't want to sell until I threatened to weld the doors shut to the rest of his collection… and she likes the colour.'

Mr. Barkin was enjoying the warm sunshine out front of Middleton Elementary during the lunch break before heading for the schoolyard to assist with supervision when he heard the throaty rumble of a sports car entering the school parking lot,

'Ah, I recognize the sound of a big block V8 anywhere,' thought Steve wistfully as he watched a candy-apple red muscle car pull into one of the visitor spots and went to have a closer look.

As he arrived at the car he took immediate notice of the driver as she got out and reflexively adjusted his tie.

'Well, she's even easier to look at than the car,' Mr. Barkin thought as he approached the driver, "Nice Eliminator SS, late sixties model I believe, a 396/402 under the hood?".

Shego smiled as she answered, "No, actually it's a 427 and it's a sixty-nine"

"A Yankee Eliminator SS, classic. Well, I am Vice-Principal Barkin, how can I help you?"

"Hi, my name is Jhessa Ravens; I'm taking care of Kim Possible while she's home this week. Mrs. Possible asked me to stop by and get Kimmie's homework," said the young woman. She wondered at his expression, "Is that look for me or the car?"

Noticing the little girl Barkin acknowledged her presence, "Possible. You may enter the schoolyard and meet with your friends while I help Ms. Ravens." His eyes never strayed from Shego.

"Yes Mr. Barkin, thanks," said Kim.

The redhead ran eagerly into the schoolyard; rounding the corner of the gym her ears were assaulted by the cacophony of over three hundred students enjoying lunch break. With a practiced eye she instinctively scanned the yard for three things: the yard hag, "It's Miss Riddle today, she's nice but too pretty, Barkin always hangs out with her 'cause he likes the pretty ones…Arnie Custer…Oh yeah, he's suspended too…her best friend…there he is with Tara, Amanda, and Walter"…all in the space of a moment.

Sprinting past a makeshift ball diamond Kim heard the crack of a baseball bat and notices the baseball heading towards her. With a small hop she caught the ball in cupped hands, spinning around to launch the ball with a wicked sidearm that drove it into the catcher's mitt with a solid thwack. Barely breaking stride the little athlete noted the vocal exchange at home plate, "…you're out…no I'm not, Possible wasn't playin'…she's the Supreme Ruler…she can do anything…."

The girl's olive eyes narrowed as she targeted her best friend, launching herself to glomp the unsuspecting blond. Her sudden appearance elicited surprised shrieks from Tara and Amanda, a "whoa," from Walter and a yelp of surprise from Ron as he was bowled over.

"KIIIIM!" the girls shouted with exasperation.

Rolling her eyes Amanda said, "Kim, you just saw him Friday, what are you going to do after a couple of weeks when you see him again, marry him?"

The best friends stopped dusting each other off to stare together at their outspoken friend, each of them cocking a right eyebrow in scepticism and exclaiming, "Eeww that would be too awkwierd…."

"Jinx, you owe me a soda," said the redhead quickly to her blond partner.

"But you know what KP; we can still get married together," added Ron.

"What?" said Kim flatly.

"Sure, it can be a double wedding with you and your husband and me and my bride: it'll be HUGE!" explained the freckle-faced boy eagerly as he spread his arms out wide.

"You two are only ten, you're too young to worry about wedding plans; wait at least till you finish middle school," Tara suggested in all seriousness.

"Riiight," responded the redhead as she crossed her arms across her chest and rolled her eyes.

"Hey Kimbo," asked a delighted Ron, "What are you doing here, did Barkin change his mind about the suspension?"

"I wish," replied the girl, "Jhessa brought me down to get my homework; so what up?"

Tara, her blues eyes shining with excitement stood up straight and raising a finger orated proudly, "Kimberly Ann Possible, by decree of the 'Fifth Grade Royal Court' you have been declared the Supreme Ruler of the schoolyard till the end of the year in recognition of your heroic efforts to protect the weaker kids of the school from bullies. Also, for actions above and beyond the call of duty, by taking a suspension and risking expulsion to finally take down those creeps." The wavy-haired blonde gasped for air at the end of her discourse.

"Woohoo, way to go Kimmie," crowed Amanda as she did the boogie, tossing her short, wavy, chestnut hair about.

"Yeah, Possible, three up and three down; you rock," smiled Walter as he gave a playful punch to her shoulder.

"You own the school, KP!" added Ron as he pumped his arm up and down in celebration, "I can't wait to get home and tell Rufus."

The freshly acclaimed Supreme Leader scratched her head in confusion, "Guys, the Court is just a dumb meeting we have once in a while. There is no king, queen, prince or princess, never mind a supreme leader. What's up with that?"

"Glad you see it my way K, I tried to explain that this morning but no one would listen to reason," said Bonnie as she moved next to Walter, Liz and Hope following. Suddenly uncomfortable, Walter stepped away from the posse a pace.

"Oh sure, this from the one who's been trying to be queen since kindergarten," snapped Amanda, hazel eyes launching daggers at the snarky brunette "All you care about is helping yourself. Kim here helps others. Careful there Walt, you'll get her grump cooties." Walter took another step towards Ron.

While still glaring at the wavy-haired brunette, Bonnie decided to continue her taunts at her chief rival, "So Kim, I thought you were suspended; how did you manage to slip your leash?"

"I had to pick up my homework for the week, B," growled the redhead as she placed clenched fists on her hips and glared menacingly at the caustic girl, "And I didn't have a leash in the first place."

With hands on her hips the rival leaned forward, "Don't make me believe your mom is actually leaving you alone for a week. Can't imagine you being left unsupervised, there wouldn't be a house left. Did your mom have to take time off work to watch over you or was there a sitter actually willing to put up with you?"

As Kim struggled to think of a retort that would not sound too lame the group was distracted by the arrival of a young woman carrying a pile of papers in her arms.

"Hi Kimmie, I've got your homework," said the teen cheerfully, "I've met Ronald, who are the rest of your friends?"

The redhead gestured at the entourage, "These are Tara, Amanda and Walter; over here are Liz, Hope and… Bonnie; guys this is Jhessa Ravens, she's my, uh…"

"…her tutor for the week she's home," finished the perceptive young woman, "and Kimmie seems pretty smart, I figure on a couple of hours of work in the morning and the rest of the day's pretty much hers."

Jade eyes caught olive ones and saw the gratitude expressed in them.

"Nice outfit, Club Banana?" asked Bonnie then focusing her eyes she added, "Your hair has green in it!"

Shego became amused when Tara and Amanda moved over to examine her ponytail; holding up the raven tresses to the sunlight, examining the green sheen that seemed to be coming from the hair itself. She also noticed Liz and Hope start coming over until they each glanced at the straight-haired brunette who held her ground, hands on her hips.

"The very latest," Shego answered, "It's from Coco's Private Spring Selection and the green highlights are from a custom blend of 'Le Goop' from 'François of Paris'." … setting up….

All the girls except Bonnie gasped in awe.

Narrowing her teal coloured eyes accusingly, the prima donna said, "Wait, that line isn't available for two more weeks."

"That's true for over here Puddin'," Shego answered while pretending to examine her nails, "But I just flew in from Italy last week, after a stopover in Paris for more 'Le Goop', and these fashions have been out for a month over there." …check….

"I flew to Europe once," bragged the tanned girl, flipping her hair with her hand and trying to sound worldly, "Those flights are so long and crowded, aren't they."

"I wouldn't know Puddin', my family has their own private jet," answered the teen rather smugly, enjoying the wide-eyed look of disbelief on the girl's face..., and mate.

Kim looked at Shego, giving her an appreciative smile and getting a wink back.

While Walter stood there scratching his sandy coloured hair as he stared longingly at the ball game nearby, his face slowly adopted a blank look at the fashion discussion. Ron recognized the signs of impending girl talk and decided a diversion was needed, "Hey Jhessa, did you hear KP got voted Supreme One and now owns the school?"

Although everybody turned to look at the blond, it was the withering glare and terse, "What did you say?" from Shego which really surprised and made him regret opening his mouth.

Kim noted the reaction, concerned that Ron had said something wrong while Bonnie narrowed her eyes with interest.

"Ron ya' dope, that's 'Supreme Leader and she rules the schoolyard'," said Tara as she thumped the palm of her hand on his forehead.

Exasperated, the redhead began protesting, "I'm not Supreme anything…"

"I'll say." interjected Bonnie.

"…I'm just the same as anybody else. I don't want to own or rule or whatever."

"Well, a supreme whatever sounds rather overbearing, as if you expect everybody to do for you whenever you want without giving anything back," …hmmm sounds familiar…, "how about 'princess'?" suggested Shego, tapping her chin with a finger.

"Princess Kim, that's perfect!" gushed Amanda.

The others nodded, including Liz and Hope.

"Oh please!" exclaimed the wannabe queen as she looked disapprovingly at her posse.

"I just want to be called by my own name, I don't want a title, and I don't even want to be ruler," protested Kim.

"Sure had me fooled, K," sneered Bonnie.

The redhead clenched her fists and growled at her antagonist, leaning menacingly towards her.

"How about 'Muffinator'?" said Walter.

The statement stunned the group into silence as they all turned to the blue-eyed jock.

"You know, when she's helps people she's sweet, like a muffin; piss her off she's like a terminator," blushed Walter while Kim blushed with embarrassment and covered her face with her hands muttering a plaintive, "Oh no."

"That is so cute," said Tara while Liz, Hope and Amanda giggled.

"I like it," added Ron.

"Not helping!" Kim growled as she shot a glare at Ron.

"How about the 'Princess Puppy'," whispered Shego close to Kim's ear, "I'd be happy to explain why I like that name."

"Princess Kim is good," spoke a suddenly mortified Kim.

"Yay!" cheered the sitter.

"I'm getting out of here before I puke," grimaced Bonnie, her hands clenched at her sides as she spun around and marched off followed closely by her laconic posse.

Shego gave Kim a nudge as the bell ending the lunch break rang, "I noticed Puddin' did all the talking for her side, that tells me a lot," observed the teen, "Oh well, let's go Princess and get cracking on this homework. You know I had a very nice talk with Steve, he's well informed about classic muscle cars, likes that I want to teach and he gave me some very interesting insight into a certain little martial artist."

"You had a nice talk with Mr. Barkin; I didn't think that was possible. Wait, you're calling him by his first name; Mom does that," exclaimed the little girl; to herself she mumbled, "I am so dead."

"Relax, Cupcake he just thinks you're spunky and only a little disrespectful," the sitter reassured her young charge, "He also said you'll be missed at next week's Pixie Muffin Drive."

"Aw maaan," moaned the Pixie, "I totally forgot about that. My den needs all the members to help out."

"Too bad, sounds like fun. Anyway, for someone into fast cars his sentences weren't deluged with a dozen 'seriously's' and he referred to my car as a classic not as something that 'rocked heavy' but the best part was no air guitar renditions."

"Who talks like that and what's an air guitar?" asked Kim.

"Oh some motor head I met a couple of times, who's still living in the eighties; he's the cousin of some guy I used to work for. What's worse is he had a huge crush; the more I tried to discourage him, the more he was attracted to me, brrr," explained Shego, then teasing, "By the way, I think Walter is crushing on you. I mean where did Muffinator come from? Pretty poetic for a fifth grade boy. He's kinda cute too, I approve."

"Eww, so not going to happen!" exclaimed Kim with disgust, "And what you're my big sister all of sudden?"

"You know, I still like Puppy. I mean you had the technique perfect Saturday night, you got me totally wet with only one slurp of your tongue," said Shego.

Suddenly she stopped and began scratching the back of her legs furiously.

"What's wrong Jhessa got a bad case of the cooties?" asked the young girl curiously.

"Cooties...time cooties…shit, have they found me already?" The young woman stopped scratching, straightened up and did a quick survey of their surroundings, "Let's get out of here Pumpkin."

On the other side of the school building a bright blue-white disc of energy appeared and two pink creatures wearing body armour stepped out.

Operational Log

14 February 2028(Internal Chronology) General Timothy Possible, CinC Random Mayhem reporting:

Today a report was received from one of our operatives in the Supreme One's citadel. Last week she appeared in her throne room by emerging from a red energy portal. Also of note, she appeared much younger, approximately late teens. Rumour has it that her behaviour has been erratic.

Wade postulates that, considering the Supreme One's reputed dislike of cloning, she must have traded places with her younger version; the distinct lack of maturity vis-à-vis the Supreme One leads him to conclude that a physical transfer took place, possibly along temporal lines. Essentially he is alluding to time travel since it might explain Kim's and Ron's abrupt and mysterious disappearance twenty-five years ago.

17 April 2029(Internal Chronology) General Timothy Possible, CinC Random Mayhem reporting:

Wade has perfected his Chrono-Manipulator. Once our operatives discovered the Time Monkey and deduced its purpose Wade's temporal theory was confirmed.

The time stream seems to be in serious flux. For some reason the Chrono-Manipulators are unable to target any time frame between a year ago and when Shego was still with Team Go. At that time Kim and Ron were still too young to form Team Possible and if Shego is still with the good guys then her villainous activities haven't begun. If the time stream is being manipulated by the Supreme One, it is being done very subtly.

We are sending out the Rufus Series to scout the time stream for indications of the Supreme One and attempt to find the teen hero Kim Possible.

A/N: The idioms used by Shego in these chapters so far are a representation of the sort of slang that may have been used by her gang to reinforce a sense of uniqueness to their little subculture. I thought I would provide a little clarification to some of the expressions I use for those who may have trouble interpreting them.

Billy: A loose version of the ubiquitous 'fuck' which in itself has been used in an uncounted number of ways and contexts.

No Shiv: No kidding/no shit

Set of Legs: A female, particularly an attractive one.

Preschool: Prepubescent; sexually inexperienced; a virgin

Slide the eyes: Look; check it out

Spud: Depending on the context used either dude or doofus

Connections: Romantic pairing

All lines busy: Not receptive to romantic overtures/ already taken

All signals loud and clear: Totally obvious/ understood

Disclaimer: Kim Possible belongs to Disney, only the story is mine, I'm just doing this for fits and giggles.

This story was inspired by "ASiT", "Stop Team Go", and the last scene in "The Twin Factor.",

Special thanks to Love Robin for her invaluable beta reading.