Go Goldie Go

by NixieLovesAwesomeStories

Goldie was once a normal child, until a comet ruined her life. Her siblings gained powers and became famous, but she was ignored, teased and left in the shadows. How will her life be affected when one sibling takes off for a life of crime? Read to find out!

14. Chapter 13: Fix It, Break It

Chapter 13: Fix it, Break it.

Gogo's POV

I was in the middle of fixing S.S.S.'s 'Spinning Tops Of Doom', which was going both faster and slower than anticipated. I had to split this into two days, 1 day for each, so I was on day two with the second one.

I had been greeted warmly be S.S.S. as soon as I had arrived, let him know what needed to be fixed after my examination, then got to work. I had asked where is son was, but he said his son was off on a small Spa Retreat vacation. Lucky. Back to now, I was getting done faster than I had thought.

"Miss Gogo, would you care for a drink?" I heard S.S.S. ask me. I looked at my watch to see it was 1pm, then stuck my head out of the small panel.

"Yes, please." I reply politely before climbing down the latter.

"Anything in particular?" He asked me politely. I could ask for anything, I mean it, but decided against it.

"Anything non-alcoholic is fine. I don't like to drink and work." I say politely.

"Ah, a lady with morals, I approve of that. How does lemonade sound?" He asked me. I smiled politely.

"Sounds divine. Also, I have good news. I might be able to finish this earlier than anticipated." I say happily as he signaled one of his men to make two lemonades.

"Ah, that is good news. I am pleased with that, yet we have not discussed a price." He tells me.

"Well, I've never worked with the Spinning Tops of Doom, so I have yet to come up with a proper pricing. I usually charge by the hour depending on income or by how hard the work is." I explained as a lemonade appeared before me. I took it, thanking the henchman before sipping my drink.

"Since I'm not sure on pricing this, since I'm enjoying it more than I should be, how about I accept anything you deem fit?" I offered him. Yes, he's a villain, but money is not an issue for him, nor is spending it. Plus, he knew not to cross me. He frowned a bit but then smiled.

"You are trusting, but you are also honest. I will come up with a fair price for your work, then." He says in a charming tone. I swear, if older men were my thing, I'd be all over him. The charming tone he gave still caused me to very faintly blush. I would never be use to being sweet talked like that.

"I trust your judgment." I say before finishing my lemonade.

"This is fabulous by the way. Do I detect mint?" I asked him.

"Ah, very good. It's a rare kind I get from Central America." He tells me.

"Ah, the Monstera Mint, yes I've heard of it. Well, I'm going to be heading down that way in a week's time, so I can snag a lovely plant of two for you if you like." I inform him happily, giving my empty glass to his henchman.

"That's very thoughtful, I will think about it. Thank you." He tells me with a nod of his head. I smiled before looking back at the top.

"I should finish up, I hate to leave a project unfinished." I say before looking back at him.

"Of course, you're very dedicated to your work." S.S.S. told me as I went back to the ladder.

"I love working on electronics, especially weapons. I mean, I wish I could've shown off most of the stuff I made when I was 12, but I have improved a lot over the years." I say as I went back to work.

"Yes, if I recall, you made a type of super computer?" S.S.S. asked me.

"Yes, but an idiot I worked for wanted it two way, which resulted in getting hacked into many times." I say as I had a minor flashback.

Flashback

I got frustrated after Hego prevented me from helping with another hero mission.

"How did The Mathter know we were coming?" Hego pondered to himself. This was the 2nd time The Mathter came after us. Shego, Mego and The Wegos had gone to their rooms. I, 14 years old, gave a small sigh.

"Hego, I told you, with the two way feature the computer can get hacked into. He probably overheard our plans and ideas." I explained to him, trying not to pout nor get mad at him.

"Don't be absurd." He tells me, brushing me off as usual.

"Let me add the new anti-virus and protector on it so only us and The Mayor can use it." I say to him.

"Absolutely not, you're still grounded for hacking into the computer system at school." He tells me.

"Only to prove the teacher wrong, which I did. What, are you scared you won't watch your precious soap operas on the big screen if I add them?" I questioned him. He gasped in shock, then got mad.

"No, you'll blow up the computer." He tells me.

"I will not! I made the dang thing!" I yell at him.

"The computer is safe and you are not allowed to touch it unless it breaks." He scolds me.

I huffed in annoyance before storming away. The door swooshed open and I stormed passed Mego, muttering about how stupid Hego was until I made it to my room.

End Flashback

I wanted to shake the memory out of my head, but I knew it would be there to stay.

^Hego's such a moron.^ I thought bitterly to myself.

"He did not trust your skills?" S.S.S. asked me, snapping me back to the fact we were conversing.

"He's more of a doofus than Dr Drakken." I say before tightening a loose bolt.

"I see, I can imagine that's why you mostly work alone." S.S.S. told me.

"Well, I did until I left and went to Jack Hench. Working for him was the best thing for me at the time, as well as building myself up overtime. I don't regret what I do, nor should I ever. I realized my old employer held me back, to which I now have no boundaries unless I make them." I explained as I attached a few wires together.

"You're all set, Señor. There should be no problems and they now move 12% faster and 16% more accurately than before." I say before closing the panel at the top of the top, then slid down the ladder.

"Wonderful! And so quickly, too. Your last employer was foolish to let you go. Now, before I pay you, may we have a chat while we have lunch?" He asked me, showing me a small table set up with some high-end finger sandwiches.

"Oh gosh, I don't need to eat." I assured him.

"Nonsense, you have not ate once since being here. Think of this as a business lunch." He replied, gesturing me to have a seat.

I comply politely, one of his henchmen pulled out a seat for me as another did for him. I thanked the henchman politely before looking at S.S.S.

"Now, before we discuss business, how is your concussion?" He asked me with mild concern in his voice.

"Much better, thank you. How are you and your son?" I asked him politely.

"Ah, we are both fine, thank you." He said as he took his drink, looked like tea, before sipping it.

"Now, I have a request for you." He says to me. I nod, gesturing for him to continue.

"If I recall, I heard you were working for Falsetto?" He questioned me.

"With him. We are silent partners, have a contract and everything." I gently corrected him.

"Yes, with. My apologies." He says, causing me to nod.

"It's alright." I reply softly before grabbing a small finger sandwich.

I took a small bite, enjoying the taste of high grade meat, sautéed truffles, fresh lettuce that wasn't diced and aioli sauce all placed between fresh baked oat bread.

^Damn rich people, they can eat anything. Wait, I can too.^I thought as I continued to listen.

"I normally wouldn't make an offer such as this, but, if you are able to, would you consider being my son's private partner?" He questioned me. I did everything in my power to not choke on my food, forcing myself to keep my composure as well.

"I'm sorry, but what?" I questioned him, trying to be appropriate but couldn't hold back that part.

"Is there some confusion?" He asked me.

"Well, yes there is. I mean, why me? Wouldn't his girlfriend be more appropriate? Or someone with more experience?" I questioned him, not sure why he asked me.

"Well, Falsetto brags about you, I've looked into your work as both yourself and The Ninja to see your worth. Not to mention, you are smart, able to adapt and I feel I can trust you to help care for him and assist him if he needs help." He says to me.

From what I heard from Shego, Jr. could barely take care of himself until she was hired to train him. Since then, he became able to care for himself, enjoy being a villain more and make plans for himself, but he still wasn't that bright at times. I then had a worried thought.

"Señor, is your health alright? Is there something to worry about?" I asked him, my tone willed with both worry and concern. I mean, he's an old man in his 60's, so his health might be getting worse.

"Oh no, it's nothing like that. I just know I won't be around forever, I want someone around I can trust to help my son with anything he might need." He assured me as well as explained his reasons.

"Ah, I understand." I say with a nod.

"Unfortunately, with my contract with Falsetto, I cannot have a partnership or anything permanent of the sorts with others to not double-cross him. I can do temporary work, as in hired services like now and still do my own work, but nothing more than that. Jack Hench is an exception since I still technically work for Hench Co. part time." I explained to him. He seemed to falter from hearing this.

"There is no exception?" He asked me. I knew not to mention anything else with the contract, but I decided to tell him a small bit more.

"Well, if one of the three clauses in place are broken, which terminates our contract with backlash to one or both of us, then I could. I'm not supposed to mention the conditions, so what I just told you must stay between us. I also won't mention what they are, but if it happens I will inform you." I tell him, pleading he and Fin won't say a word to Falsetto about this.

I gave a look to Fin, who made a zipper to the mouth motion. He might be loyal to Falsetto, Sid as well, but he liked working for me to the point of not saying a word to anyone.

"You have my word, nothing will leave this room." He tells me. I look at him, seeing he wasn't lying, before giving a nod.

"Thank you, Señor." I thanked him sincerely.

"Of course, you're the most trusted villain around. You don't steal from villains unless they've wronged you, you are fair with prices and will accept defeat if it happens. I can respect that, as well as many others." He says with a smile.

You could tell he was a good father, between his tone and how he both praises and worries about his son. I felt a bit of jealousy towards Jr. for this, since he got to grow up with his dad and I lost both my dad and mom at a young age.

^No! Don't think of the past, don't think of the sadness, I must move forward! Look ahead, not behind.^ I mentally scolded myself.

"If it helps, I could make a type of contract, with Falsetto's permission, to be yours and your son's mechanic only. It would be renewed every 3 months and would have nothing to do with stealing, just fixing." I offered him. He seemed slightly surprised by this.

"And what would the pay be?" He asked, an eyebrow raised from curiosity.

"Cheaper than having me come out for anything and everything." I say as simply as possible.

"How do you usually charge?" He asked me.

"By parts, hours, per machine and such. By contract, I would calculate how much machinery you have here, estimate parts, one time visit for all instead of multiple, how many hours/days it would take to fix each piece, updating softwares, anti-viruses, prevent hackings, etc. followed by adding or subtracting minor things. In short, by the look of this and how advanced your home/lair is and any mode of transportation, I would say it would cost you a minimum of $50,000 by my contract standards with a discount for being a loyal customer versus a minimum of $20,000 a month, to which three months would be $60,000 and this includes the discount still." I inform him, taking a sip of my lemonade he had remade for me. S.S.S. then went into thought over this.

"And this would include building me something as well?" He asked me.

"If we add building, I will add an additional $10,00 to the contract, which would make the cost of one medium or two to three small machines versus charge per machine you want made with actual cost." I inform him. He placed his elbows on the table, hands together in front of his face as if he was holding his cane, while he went into thought.

"And you can assure it will be correct the first time?" He asked me.

"I always double check everything before and during the build, then quintuple check the final project before confirming it is done correctly. I never desultory my own creations." I explained to him.

One thing about me, when it comes to my creations/work, I'm always thorough! Like, annoyingly thorough, but I have yet to send out a failed project/creation into the world.

"May I have time to think on this?" He asked me.

"Oh, of course. I don't expect you to make a decision immediately. I just wanted to give you an offer, which can be negotiable." I explained to him.

We both finished our food and drinks as we talked a little more on some theft jobs he wants to hire me for. After two hours, I knew I had to get going.

"I do apologize, but I do have to be on my way. I have a prior engagement for tonight." I explained to him.

"Oh, a date with your boyfriend?" He asked me, causing me to blush.

"Oh gosh, no. I've never had a date before, nor a boyfriend. I just have dinner plans with Uncle Jack I can't miss." I explained to him.

"'Uncle' Jack?" He questioned, causing me to blush.

^Damn my big mouth.^ I thought to myself.

"Y-yes, I consider Jack Hench as an Uncle for caring for me." I explained to him. S.S.S. then let out a soft laugh.

"That explains why he refers to you as his niece, yet not Shego. Ah, still, you are young. Why not date?" He asked me.

"I've never been interested in dating before, so I have no clue in that area." I explained, feeling nervous.

"I never would've thought." He mused, probably finding this amusing.

"My sister is the one to know about dating, not me." I say truthfully.

I mean, why should I bother? Most guys only see me for beauty or wealth, not for my brains, interests nor my love of machines/computers/cars. Not to mention, being a villain, no matter how honest and moral I am, would be a mood killer to most.

"Well, I will not keep you. Shall I send you a payment in the usual way?" He asked me.

"I can send you a link or I can take cash." I tell him. I mean, it's my go-to after all. I hate checks and public banks.

"Cash, I can arrange." He said and snapped his fingers.

A henchman showed up and showed me a briefcase about the size of a laptop and twice as thick, black and a nice material with real gold clips and handle clasps. When opened, it showed many bills in hundreds.

"I hope this would be plenty." He says to me. I got up to do a quick count. I took out a stack that had that paper sealed around it as a clip, ran my thumb through it to confirm an amount before nodding. Each came to $2,000 stacks, four stacks tall, four up and three across to make $48,000.

"This is perfect." I say before turning to S.S.S., his henchman closed and locked the case.

"I will be sure to send back the case." I tell him with a smile.

"I'm not worried about it, but thank you. I am glad the amount is enough." He tells me with a smile.

"I hope the next time you use the Spinning Tops of Doom, you succeed in annihilating your enemy." I say with a smile.

"I doubt it would destroy Kim Possible, but I do have others I could use it on." He says, a villainous smile crept onto his face.

"She is quite annoying, but I am for her too. She has yet to catch me, I have yet to defeat her, but I find that fun." I say with a shrug, a smile was still on my face. I knew one day I would get caught, but I won't give in that easily.

"I've seen what you are capable of, it is amusing to say the least." He agreed with a chuckle after. We said our goodbyes before Fin and I left. As we got into the chopper, Fin looked at me.

"Will you have enough time to get ready?" Fin asked me.

"Yes, I've made sure to have plenty of time." I say as I opened the briefcase. I then pulled out four stacks, $8,000 total, before handing them to Fin.

"Your cut for accompanying me." I inform him with a smile. He took it before I closed the case.

"Are you sure?" He asked me, unsure if I meant it or not.

"Of course. I know Falsetto pays you boys well, more than this a week, but I want you to have something for coming with me for the job, something extra. After all, it's only fair to do so. I'm not a cheapskate when it comes to earning money and buying the best parts/machines I cannot steal. Think of it as a separate paycheck." I say before using my cube to put the briefcase into it.

"Thank you, miss. You're quite generous." He tells me before putting the money into his inner blazer pocket.

They're usual attire is black suits, black ties, black shoes, white shirts, black sunglasses, black socks, ear pieces, perfectly combed hair/bald/buzz cut, ear piece in the ear that is near invisible thanks to my handiwork, watches that I also made. In short, fancy and well kept.

With Fin, his hair was brown and slicked back Italian style, Italian olive skin, under his shades he has black eyes, no tattoos, no signs of body hair except for the small fuzz of a mustache he has, no piercings or anything.

Sid on the other hand had pale skin, black hair in a buzz cut, no tattoos or body hair from what I've seen, no piercings and under his shades were hazel eyes.

Both men were 6' tall, were decently muscular, though not as much as Motor Ed and Jr. and never seemed to have a wrinkle in their outfits, no matter how much they moved around.

"Fin, did Falsetto allow you and Sid to change your attire if I request it? Besides for shop work and undercover I mean." I asked him, adding the last bit.

"I see no reason why not if it's reasonable. Did you have something in mind?" Fin asked me curiously.

"I'm not a fan of the color white, not at all. Since you two are to be with me unless a request is made to change from any of the three parties, would you and Sid mind wearing yellow shirts at the very least? Since my signature colors tend to be based around black and yellow or gold?" I say as I gesture to my usual catsuit. It was identical to Shego's, as I designed them, except with yellow instead of green.

"Ah, of course." He says with a nod.

"I will also allow ties to be black/yellow designed. You know, stripes, spots, anything that looks well. I will even allow a ring or two as well as pierced ear/s, but I'm not sure about tattoos yet. Maybe with some time." I tell him, letting him know I was alright with this stuff.

"Of course, and I will shave as soon as we get back. I had not realized I had a mustache growing." He tells me.

"Oh, you can keep it. Honestly, it looks better on you than not having one. Just don't let it get longer or bigger than that." I tell him. Fin blinked in surprise before smiling.

"Thank you, Miss. Thats very nice of you." He says, his tone matched his smile.

"Don't get me wrong, I like prim, trim and proper looking, especially for those formal occasions, but I am lenient. Everyone has their own style, so why should I deny it? On your days off, wear what you find comfortable to some degree, I.E. no nude/no pants wearing allowed around me nor in my lairs, but sweats are just fine." I explain, making valid examples.

"Of course, Miss. I would never do that, nor would Sid." He assured me.

"Also, don't be afraid to ask me for time off if needed. If you have an emergency, just let me know." I tell him. It's only fair.

Fin nodded and thanked be as the chopper landed. We got into the vehicle, a 1941 Convertible Coupe in black, before taking off. Fin was driving in the front while I was in the back. It was too cold for the top being down, remember it's 2 weeks until Valentine's day, so the top remained up.

I would normally use another vehicle, but I wanted to enjoy the ride for once instead of driving, so I laid down in the back with a laptop on me for work. Yes, I still had a seatbelt on. This car was a classic, normally not my style, but I altered the inside a bit to fit modern times with a push of a button. Pushing it again reverts to the inside either looking like a classic for shows, which the button is hidden unless you know where to look, or to look modern with a TV in the back, a DVD player, a movable lunch tray style table if I wanted, sturdy drink holders and heated seats, of course. I had the button pushed so I could have the TV on while working.

"In other news, Kim Possible, our Teen Hero, has done it yet again. She managed to capture Monkey Fist and stop his plan of turning people to monkeys. What can't this hero do?" I heard the reporter say. I looked at the picture they showed of her with a frown.

"You've yet to capture The Ninja, as well as figure out whom they are." I say before smirking.

"I have something in store for you, Kim Possible. You'll see." I say before hearing the reporter continue.

"We now go live to Reporter Fumiko from Go City, go ahead Fumiko." I heard. My interest piqued when hearing Go City.

"Thanks Rhonda. I'm standing here today in front of Go City Cemetery, where something disastrous has happened." She started off. I shut my laptop, sitting up straight to look right at the screen located at the back of the driver's seat.

"A freak accident caused, by a construction crew, has destroyed most of the cemetery, both land and stones, while the coffins and such remain in tact. Go City is working on fund raisers to fix the damages. Until then, temporary plaster stones have been placed where the old ones were, with the names and dates as well as messages on them. We hope to raise the money needed to fix this disaster." Reporter Fumiko says as they showed the damage. To my horror, mom and dad's stones were destroyed as well. I felt pain in my heart, followed by anger.

"The runaway steamroller was released by accident, thanks a man named Tyler Thomas. Mr. Thomas was last seen leaving a bar, intoxicated. We are unsure how he did it, but we presume he went inside for a joyride. He is out on bail and being kept an eye on, but we will wait and see what happens." She reported.

My rage meter went up because of that. Tyler Thomas has bullied me until I changed schools, so no surprise he was still a jerk. I pulled out my cell to make a call.

"Jack here." I heard Jack answer.

"Jack, it's Gogo." I say to him.

"Hey, what's wrong? You sound angry." He asked me worriedly.

"I have something urgent come up, something that can't wait. Can we reschedule to tomorrow?" I asked him.

"Sure, but how urgent are we talking about?" He asked me.

"Urgent enough to be very personal." I tell him, venom in my voice.

"Right, got it. You take care of what you need to do, I'll meet up with you tomorrow." He tells me.

"Thanks, uncle." I say before hanging up.

"Fin, hurry up. I have something urgent to do. You and Sid can order take out on me and have the night off while I'm gone." I say in a venomous tone.

"Does it have to do with the cemetery on the news? Or the guy?" He asked me.

"Both. It's about time I put that rotten boy in his place, as well as fix something personal of mine." I say, my tone screamed death. Fin only nodded before speeding.

Once there, I rushed to my room, backed a small bag, put jeans, a shirt and a boat over my outfit before heading to my workshop. I went in, grabbed a few things to put in the bag, left $1,000 for the guys, grabbed my keys before leaving.

The keys?

They were to my small, one person jet that can detach and turn into a motorbike. Both were black with a gold coin on each side. I flew to Go City, my old home, before landing just outside of it. I hid my jet behind a billboard, attaching it behind it and put an invisible camouflage on it before detaching the bike by retractable wire.

Once on the ground, the wire retracted and I was off. I had a helmet on, but my golden locks flowed behind me in the wind. I was now in Go City, it being evening time now, as I found the home of Tyler Thomas.

See, I had done some research and found out his location, his vehicle, if he lived alone, had alarms, pets, everything! I left no stone unturned with him. He has gotten into minor trouble over the years, but he won't get away with this. Not this time! I hid a block away, took my clothes off to be in my catsuit, placed them in my bag, then headed to the door as I finished tying my mask on.

I was going to make him suffer. I turned on my small camera hidden in my mask as I knocked on the door. He answered the door, not a care in the world, before seeing me.

"Nogo?" He questioned me.

"It used to be Igo, but not now." I say before showing him a stun gun.

He panicked before I shocked him. He didn't pass out, but he was on the floor, paralysis had taken over his body from this. I picked him up, carried him inside and shut the door.

"Why?~" He moaned out before I placed him in a chair in the kitchen. I pulled out rope to tie him up.

"Because, you've done some stupid things in the past and got away with it each and every time." I say in a cold tone, finishing a very tight knot before looking at him.

"I might've quit being Igo, but just for you tonight, I'm going to make you confess." I tell him with a cold stare.

"With what? You're a powerless, pathetic-" He started, but then I made my eyes and hands glow yellow with black specks, then grabbed his throat with the glowing hand. He gasped for air, fear had replaced the smug look on both his face and his eyes.

"Powerless? Oh no, no I'm not. Turns out, I have the glow the others have. I also have powers. High intelligence and better resilience than most. But enough of that." I say before making the glowing stop while removing my hand. He gasped for air, a bruise already forming on his neck.

"I'm going to make you confess to everything you've done over the years. The bullying, the vandalism, petty theft, all of it." I tell him before going to my bag.

"Even if I did those things, you can't make me talk." He tells me, trying to show dominance and hide his fear.

"Oh, you think I cant?" I say as I showed him a ray gun. Yup, a truth ray.

"I got the blueprints from 'a friend' and improved it, making it portable. I was wondering when I could use it, so now I can." I tell him.

"You're going to shoot me?! You can't do that!" He yelled in a panic.

"Oh, shut up. It won't kill you, but it's a truth ray. Once I shoot you with the beam, you'll be forced to speak the truth for 24 hours." I tell him before shooting the gun at him. A yellow beam hit him, engulfed him in the yellow color before disappearing.

"Yeah right, like that'll work." He tells me. I then went over and showed him a pen.

"Alright then, this pen is black. Can you say 'The color of the pen is red' to me? A simple lie?" I asked him. This was going to be fun.

"Fine I will. The color of the pen is Rrr-rrr-rrr." He said, trying to say red but was, somehow, being prevented. I smirked at his stuttering.

This was amusing.

"The color, of the pen, is Rrr-rrr-rrr." He started again, slowly and aggravated, but couldn't lie.

"The color of the stupid pen is Rrr-Black! It's black!" he exclaimed before gasping for breath.

"See, you can't. You can't lie, only speak the truth. So, let's start from the beginning." I say happily.

I forced him to confess to everything bad he ever did. I mean everything! He even admitted he wet the bed at three years old but blamed his dog.

That's low.

I got him to confess to this final thing and even the fact he pulled some strings with his cop uncle, maternal side, to give him bail and was going to get the case dropped all together. After confirming this, I smacked him across the face.

"You dare to disrespect the dead by not confessing and walk away like it's nothing!" I screamed in fury, eyes and hands glowing once more. He whimpered.

"Yes and I'm not sorry." He said, but then dropped his jaw at what he said. I smacked him again, leaving a bruise on his cheek after. I put tape over his mouth.

"By the way, I go by Gogo now. Remember it, fear it, warn others. I might not do anything next time, or I might make it worse, but do you really want to risk it?" I whispered in his ear, voice filled with more venom than any creature that holds it. I heard him whimper.

"You better hope you get punished, otherwise I might come back. I have many friends who can do things for me as well, just to let you know." I say before knocking him out.

I turned the camera off, called the cops, then left. I went into the ally, put the clothes on over my costume, took my mask off, then got on my bike and drove to a hotel. I walked in and saw a face I hadn't seen in ages.

"Hey Jenn, you work here now?" I questioned as she saw me.

"Goldie? Goldie Gomelt?!" She questioned in shock.

Jenn was a girl I knew in my tech school days. We weren't friends, we were friendly rivals. She gaped at me as I smiled.

"In the flesh." I say happily.

"Wow!~ You grew up! I haven't seen you since High School! What happened to you? Why are you back? Do your brothers know?" She asked me a load of questions.

Jenn still had the thick glasses on, but they were rainbow colored and chique instead of black and overly geeky, instead of mud brown hair, it was neon pink with matching eyebrows, her figure was average, still 4'7 and pale skin with freckles on her cheeks and nose. Her eyes are gray and still full of life like before.

"I moved out of here, I travel now. I work as a freelance mechanic, engineer, inventor and computer tech. I'm back because I saw the news and want to make a donation tomorrow morning to help the cemetery. No, they don't know I'm here and I don't want them to know until the news tomorrow and when I leave." I tell her.

"Still fighting?" She asked me. She knew I fought with my siblings a lot.

"I'm just not ready to see them, not yet." I tell her. She nods in understanding.

"Why are you working here? I thought you became a robotics engineer?" I questioned her. She shrugged.

"I did, I still make them, but work's been slow lately, so I took this job for extra money. Anyway, room for one?" She asked me.

"Yeah." I say as I looked around. This place was a nice hotel, but it seemed to be a bit run down.

"Business slow?" I asked her.

"Sadly, but you here helps." She tells me. I made a rash decision.

"Book me the best room, I don't care where but I want the best one." I tell her. She looked at me as if I was insane.

"But, it goes for $7000 a night." She tells me. I reached in my bag before pulling out wads of cash.

"Will cash do? Since I travel, I try not to use my card to prevent hackings and such." I tell her. Her eyes looked like they would pop out before staring at me.

"Are you rich?" She asked me.

"I suppose you could say that. I've made enough connections in my line of work to make security systems for the rich." I tell her. Her jaw dropped before she began typing as quickly as possible.

"How many nights?" She asked me.

"I'm here for one night, just book it for 2 weeks though." I tell her.

I remember my dad would come here to meet with clients. It has a restaurant and bar, which seem to be booming. She was going to faint, but did as told.

"Do you want a dinner and breakfast plan?" She asked me.

"For tonight only, yes." I tell her. She typed away, never once did her look of shock fade.

"Will you need anything else?" She asked me. I thought about it quietly. I was stressed, I put my work to the side for now, I could relax a little.

"Charge my drinks to the room, I'll pay in the morning." I tell her. She typed away on her computer before looking at me.

"You're total comes to $105,840." She tells me. I knew it'd be pricey, I also knew the room was 1/4th the upper floor meant for 2-7 people. I was alright with this.

"Will cash be fine?" I asked her. She seemed unsure, quickly looked it up before nodding.

"Yes, we haven't set up the credit card system yet." She tells me. I pulled out wads of cash and handed it to her.

"$120,000. Keep the rest as a tip." I tell her with a smile. See, this hotel was a top notch one in our area, om the 45th floor, meaning I could see everywhere.

"Holy crud, you serious?! Did you marry a rich man?" She asked me. I shook my head no.

"Still single, yet to date. As I said, my work is well known and valued." I told her with a smile. She looked over to see if I had luggages.

"I just have this." I tell her, showing my bulky, black backpack.

"Didn't you have that in high school?" She asked me.

"Yup, still kept it." I told her. She laughed as she showed me a pen.

"Same one from high school, I just change the ink in it." She tells me with a smile. I lightly laughed.

"Some things don't deserve change." I tell her. She then handed me a card key.

"Do you need someone to guide you up?" She asked me.

"Not yet, I'm going to have dinner and drinks. Could you send them after 3 hours?" I asked her.

"Not a problem." She said with a smile, handing me a voucher for dinner and breakfast.

I thanked her before turning and heading to the restaurant area. See, this part is popular, no matter what, but the hotel part is rarely used right now.

^Maybe I should look into buying properties to rent out and such.^ I thought, making a mental note of it before going to the Host.

I was dressed semi-casual, so I hoped I'd be fine. I was led to a table, waiting for a waiter/waitress as I pulled out my electronic notepad and stylist pen. I began taking notes, calculating and such between certain jobs I am hired to do, business ideas and more.

I was able to order a duck dish, a salad appetizer, a delicious dessert and some martini's, cocktails and wine to try and enjoy. By the time the Bellhop arrived, I was stuffed and drunk. He helped me to my room, to which I pulled out a wad of cash to give him.

"I'm sorry I'm drunk, I got carried away. Please accept this." I say to him, patting his arm lightly before shutting the door. I didn't even bother changing before going to the bed to pass out.

Next Morning Gogo's POV

I woke up with a small headache, cursing myself for getting carried away with the delicious, fruity mixed drinks. I used the phone to call for breakfast room service, as well as advil for my headache, before going into the bathroom.

I showered, brushed my teeth and hair, then got dressed in black boots, black leather pants, a yellow top and black jacket before looking outside. I could see half the town, but more importantly I could see Go Tower.

"I hope you boys are doing alright." I say with a sigh, resting my hand on the window glass gently.

As I admired the sunrise from behind the tower, I heard a knock. I hurried over to see a bellhop, not from last night, come in with my breakfast and advil. I thanked him and tipped him before gently shooing him out. I took the pills, then sat at the table in a comfy chair, breakfast laid out for me while I worked on my laptop.

What was I doing?

Editing before posting the video I took last night online for all to see. I hooked up the footage to every computer system in this city, knowing no way people can ignore this. Yes, I'll be revealed, but whatever. I had also silenced the first but until I tazed him, so my hero name wouldn't be revealed. I uploaded it to my page to show what happens when I'm crossed. As I finished my, I saw I had a message from Shego.

"Don't tell me you are where I think you are." I read the text out loud. I used my phone to take a pic of Go Tower before sending it to her.

'I have business here, you'll see it on the news for here. It's something I can't ignore, I'm sorry.' I text and send it to her before turning my phone off.

I needed to do this alone.

2 hours later Gogo's POV

I used my bike to head to the center square park, right to where the fund raiser would be, gulping down any fear/doubt I had.

^No turning back, now^ I thought as I found it. I knew I'd probably regret this, but I had to do it. ^For mom and dad.^ I thought before going up to her, the mayor and the fund raising stand.

I saw the 'thermometer' they had. A goal of $200,000 dollars but only $500 was colored it. I felt rage, but composed myself.

"Excuse me Mayor, I want to make a donation." I say to him, loud enough to catch some eyes.

"Of course. What's your name and how much?" He asked me.

"My name is Goldie Gomelt, my parents are burred here." I tell him.

"Oh, I remember you. You and your siblings, the ones that survived the meteor crash!" The Mayor said very loudly, which caught many people's attentions as well as the camera men.

"Yes, the same Gomelt of The Orphan Six." I say, making sure the reporters got it.

"I'm so sorry for this. Victims donating is the saddest, but how much would you like to donate?" Fumiko asked me.

"$500,00." I say bluntly, yet loudly. All voices went quiet from this.

"I-I'm sorry, I think I heard wrong." The Mayor said, but I raised my hand to stop him.

"No, no you didn't. I want to donate $500,000 dollars to fix every stone here, even the ones not damaged, fix the fencing, the gate and entrance, all of it. I want everything fixed better than new." I tell him as I reached into my bag.

I had my infinity cube in it, which had suitcases of $100 bills in them. I pulled out the money, multiple stacks at a time, until I had $500,000. I knew how much was in each stack and even wrote on the paper slips that wrapped them just to confirm.

"Sorry it's in cash, I had been selling my inventions all day and hadn't gone to the bank yet." I say to him, not caring who saw this.

I didn't care about being a hero, I only cared about my parents and getting this place fixed ASAP. I was soon in front of the camera, smiling and shaking The Mayor's hand as Fumiko reported my good deed. I didn't care who saw it, I didn't even care if my brothers saw this, I just needed to help.

"Tell us, why exactly do you want to help?" Fumiko asked me, putting the mic to my mouth. I took it with a sigh, giving sad, innocent eyes at the camera.

"Well, years ago my parents died. They died due to a freak accident, a meteor landed next to our house, destroying it and killing our parents, while my brothers, sister and myself were in our tree house, playing happily. We somehow managed to survive, deeming us The Orphan Six. Hearing that, not only the Go City Cemetery was heavily destroyed, but their stones were destroyed? It broke my heart, nearly shattered it. I must confess, some of this money was from my sister, Shanelle, couldn't make it but asked me to donate $5,000 from her. My brothers, Henry, Micah, Weston and Westen, have also scraped some money together to make $1,700 between them. The last $493,300 is from myself. This has hurt us to know the place our parents rest is desecrated by that drunk jerk. Money won't help the dead feel peace, but I hope fixing the place up better for them to rest better will. I also know, if they were alive today, they'd want us to help and would help as well. I miss them every day, but we, The Orphan Six, hope this helps the victims of the deceased feel at ease, to know someone is willing to help out, to feel blessed for this. All I ask is for one thing. To pay that kindness forward, to help at least one person in need. You never know what someone is going through, or what they could do in the future. Thank you, Go City." I say, adding a sad smile as I wiped the tear that slipped out of my eye and halfway down my cheek. I heard some cheers before giving Fumiko back the mic.

"And that was Goldie Gomelt, child prodigy in mechanics/engineering/computer tech of Go City, back once more to assist us in our time of need. We here in Go City thank you. This is Reporter Fumiko, signing off. Back to you, Jerry." She said before signaled she was done. I gave The Mayor the cash, thanked him and urged I had to go. I got away from everyone, waving goodbye before riding off.

^I need to leave, before the guys see this.^ I thought as I went full speed out of there.

Hego's POV

Mego, the Wegos and myself were discussing a plan over how to fix the cemetery when Mego pointed at the screen.

"Hey, isn't that Goldie?" He asked. I turned and looked only for my face to drop. I turned up the sound at seeing our youngest sister, Goldie, on the news.

"She's here?!" Wego one asked/exclaimed.

"Cool!" Wego two said happily.

"Well, years ago my parents died. They died due to a freak accident, a meteor landed next to our house, destroying it and killing our parents, while my brothers, sister and myself were in our tree house, playing happily. We somehow managed to survive, deeming us The Orphan Six. Hearing that, not only the Go City Cemetery was heavily destroyed, but their stones were destroyed? It broke my heart, nearly shattered it. I must confess, some of this money was from my sister, Shanelle, who couldn't make it but asked me to donate $5,000 from her. My brothers, Henry, Micah, Weston and Westen, have also scraped some money together to make $1,700 between them. The last $493,300 is from myself. This has hurt us to know the place our parents rest is desecrated by that drunk jerk. Money won't help the dead feel peace, but I hope fixing the place up better for them to rest better will. I also know, if they were alive today, they'd want us to help and would help as well. I miss them, every day, but we, The Orphan Six, hope this helps the victims of the deceased feel at ease, to know someone is willing to help out, to feel blessed for this. All I ask is for one thing. To pay that kindness forward, to help at least one person in need. You never know what someone is going through, or what they could do in the future. Thank you, Go City." She said, causing us to be shocked. She credited us, even though we had no money. She even credited Shego.

"I doubt Shego helped, but she credited us all." I say in shock.

"Where the heck did she get $500,000?!" Mego questioned in shock.

We then saw the new feed change, showing what had happened to Tyler Thomas last night.

"I think that's the guy that bullied Goldie years ago." Mego pointed out, to which the confession confirmed it for her and others.

"By the way, I go by Gogo now. Remember it, fear it, warn others. I might not do anything next time, or I might make it worse, but do you really want to risk it?" She whispered in his ear, voice filled with more venom than any creature that holds it. This caused us to shudder.

"You don't think she went evil, do you?" The twins asked in unison.

"I'm not sure, but she might be rogue now. A Vigilante." I say as Mego went up to the big computer. He then showed us some stuff on Goldie, a few machines confirmed to be hers, but nothing else.

"Looks like she's an inventor and sells her work. Huh, she must've got a good job in another city." Mego said, recalling the gift he got from her when she was in Russia.

"Yeah, and she travels." Wego two exclaimed.

"Maybe she can travel due to work?" Wego one asked.

"Maybe, we can only hope she didn't go evil." I say sadly.

"She won't see us, will she?" Mego asked, sadness in his voice.

"I don't think she's ready yet." I say to them. We felt sad, but we won't pressure her to see us. Only hope she isn't evil like Shego.

Shego's POV

I was watching the news for Go City, sipping some coffee before spitting it out. Gogo was on TV, as Goldie, explaining our story, the money and more. I was surprised she credited me, but more surprise she credited out brothers, too.

^Guess she still cares enough to do so.^ I thought before seeing another news report. I had already saw it this morning, but was still surprised she went with her new name. Gogo.

^Guess she's almost ready to show her true self to everyone, good and evil. She's grown and matured so much, it's hard to believe that a whole year has dome this for her.^ I thought, a smile crept on my face from my thoughts.

"She's becoming her real self, finally." I say out loud before changing the station.

She had her phone turned off, but she would turn it on later. I know her, she likes to stay in touch. Good news was, unless you know which station to look for, they almost never air Go City news outside of Go City.

This will help her keep that past life in the past, to keep up her reputation for now, as well as mine.

Kim's POV

Wade had sent me news clips from Go City. One was of Goldie, donating money to the broken cemetery and her story.

"Wait, is Shego's name Shenelle?" Ron asked.

Yes, he was with me. We had a snow day from school, so he and I were having Cocoa in the kitchen of his house. I didn't want to be near the tweebs after they destroyed the vacuum again.

"Seems so. But look at the second one." Wade tells us. We did and were shocked.

"Truth ray? A friend? You think she found Shego and teamed up?" Ron asked, a very good question I might add.

"They must've met up, but they're not working together. She's definitely alone." Wade tells us.

"Do you think she went evil? Or just did this as revenge?" I asked him. Wade did some typing.

"Well, I found a couple of things of hers for sale, but that's not the weird thing." Wade tells us.

"How weird we talking?" I asked him.

"Two of her stuff was sold by Jack Hench around the time she vanished." Wade tells us.

"How can you tell?" Ron asked him.

"Her symbol, two gold G's as a logo. I remembered that from last time." Wade tells us. I then gasped, causing me to remember the picture slicer we had.

"Wade, that picture slicer had 2 gold G's on it. Is it her work?" I asked him. I had sent Wade the device to look over, though we had no clues on who made it or where it came from.

"Yeah, it did. It looks like the same one." Wade explained, slightly surprised he didn't see it sooner.

"Did she make it to sell it to The Ninja?" Ron asked both of us.

"I'm not sure, but if so, then she's either evil or just doing a job. Whether she knows what their for or not is the question." Wade said to us. I had a suspicion, but I can only hope I was wrong.

Gogo's POV

I flew home, went inside and flopped on the couch. Fin and Sid greeted me, Emperor and Empress gave me puppy kisses before I rose.

"I hate personal vendettas. They take a lot out of me at times." I say as Sid handed me a glass of water. I thanked him before drinking it all in one gulp.

"Boss told us to let you know to call him." Sid said to me.

"Ah, right. I will do that now." I say before turning on my cell.

It had blown up with many, many missed calls and messages. I sighed in annoyance before sending a mass text to everyone, minus Falsetto, to message me online to talk. After I hit send, I used speed dial to call Falsetto. After one ring, he picked up.

"You had your phone off." He tells me, sounding slightly annoyed.

"I apologize, but I had something very personal to deal with." I explained to him.

"Does it have anything to do with that boy you filmed?" He asked me.

"If you mean from last night, then yes." I told him.

"What did he do to cross you, if you don't mind me asking." He said to me, not asked.

"He destroyed my parents' grave." I told him in a dark tone. I was still upset over it, but it will pass soon.

"I'm sorry to hear. In that case, you should've been more strict." He tells me.

"I don't do overly violent acts nor death. Forcing him to confess to many things to humiliate him, destroy his reputation and make him an outcast is much more harsh. If I beat him, he might not learn. If I kill him, he gets off too easy. Sometimes, humiliation is the best act of revenge." I explain to him.

"If he doesn't learn?" He asked me.

"I'll send him your way. I'm sure you'll do something worse physically to teach him." I say to him. I then hear him laugh.

"I can accept that." He tells me.

I answered some messages on my computer as I talked to Falsetto about a job he wants me to do. Even if I didn't want to, the contract would make me. It was an easy job at least, so nothing big.

"Diamond necklace, rare from the 12th century, got it. Where's it located?" I asked him.

"It's located in Upperton." He tells me. I smiled.

"Great, I needed to head that way. I'll head there before my arrangement tonight." I tell him, quickly getting up to head to my room.

"Now? Don't you usually do this at night, though?" He asked me. I put him on speaker so I could change.

"Normally yes, but I already postponed my plans from last night to tonight due to the circumstances, I cannot do that again. I also am unsure if I can go after or not, so it'll be easier for me to do this now." I tell him.

"What about the guards? The people?" He asked me.

"I'll do what I did in Russia, hire someone to distract or I'll use a hologram to make something. If I had one of my robots ready I'd use that. Oh well, I'll make due." I say as I was now in my ninja gear, minus the mask. I grabbed a brush for my hair. As I began brushing out my golden locks, Falsetto continued.

"I can send a few men if you require assistance." He offered.

"No need for that, I'll be fine on my own. Besides, Global Justice won't get me, nor will Kim Possible. I'll make sure to escape." I say as I put on my laser bracelet. Yes, I said I would make one after Aviarius captured me for the second time, so now it's time for the true test.

"I trust your judgment. I wouldn't have worked hard to have a contract signed if I didn't" He tells me.

"Very true, nor would I have countered many times until it was to both of our likings." I add, grabbing my mask.

"When can I expect my necklace?" He asked me.

"I'll express ship it to you once I get it, so you should have it tomorrow or the day after." I tell him, picking up my phone to take off speaker before placing it to my ear once more.

"I can accept that." He says to me.

"Then I'll leave now. I will text you when the job's done and necklace sent." I tell him.

He said goodbye before hanging up, causing me to hang up my cell before pocketing it. I put my mask on, tucking my hair away before walking out of my room. I pet Emperor and Empress as I called over Fin and Sid.

"I'm heading out for a job, be ready in case I need a ride. Use the money I left you for take out this afternoon and for when I go out tonight." I instruct before grabbing my bag.

"I will be back once to change then again no later than midnight, so you don't need to wait up." I tell them as I head to the door to my shop.

"Yes Miss." They both say. I looked at them with a smile.

"Oh, and I have a lot of movies behind the wall on the right, just push the button to see all the game systems, games, controllers and movies. I don't want anything misplaced, scratched or mixed up. It's all in alphabetical order, sequels next to them and prequels in front, the games and systems are on the bottom, the cords are wrapped perfectly so remember them. If anything is broken, you will replace them." I warned them.

"Yes Miss." They both said politely. I knew they saw the video, I knew they knew what else I was capable of.

"Enjoy." I say before going into my shop.

I grabbed the keys off the hook, went into my garage, got on my fastest bike before going off. It wouldn't take me long to get to Upperton. As predicted, I got there quickly, parking in an ally before jumping to a rooftop. I was three buildings away from my target. I sent a text before laying low in waiting.

After a few minutes, all the power went out in a 30 foot radius, followed by a small earthquake. See, I had a machine set up on my way here by Jack, to which sending him the text would activate it to wherever I want.

The earthquake caused minor damage, but it was enough to get people to evacuate while I set up my live feed for all villains to watch. When most were leaving, I made my move. I went right to the location, slipped inside, then went right to the necklace.

^Easier than flirting.^ I thought to myself, using the laser to make a hole in the display glass. As soon as I grabbed it, the door behind me busted open.

"Not so fast, Ninja!" I heard Ron Stoppable.

I turned to see him, Kim and Rufus at the door. Behind them was Director GJ and other Global Justice Members.

"Or should we say, Gogo." Kim suddenly said, a smirk on her face. I chuckled before clapping.

"Very good, Kimberly." I say before I reached to my mask, unmasking myself completely.

"Wait, she was, what?!" Ron yelled in confusion.

"I was wondering when you would find out, though I'm both impressed and disappointed you found out today. I was going to reveal myself at our next game. Oh well." I saw with a shrug.

"What I want to know is why?" Kim asked me.

"Well, miss teen hero, it started out with just building and selling things, but I wanted more. Stealing parts I wanted/needed, taking jewels and valuables for myself or to sell, the usual. I created The Ninja persona to hide from both heroes and villains until I gained enough skills and confidence to be what I'm meant to be. Gogo; The Genius Villain." I told her, smirking right at her.

"You won't get away with this, you're under arrest." GJ said to me, causing me to chuckle.

"Oh no, whatever shall I do? You saw what I did to Will Do and Tyler Thomas, you know I'm always three steps ahead, so why bother trying to stop me?" I questioned them.

"Because you enjoy it, the thrill of playing Cat and Mouse." Kim said to me. I chuckled once more, applauding her once more.

"Very good,~ you're correct. I leave clues to keep your minds sharp, to give us both a challenge, the thrill of escaping your clutches time and time again, it sends shivers through my body. I do my job and I do it well, but leaving clues is more fun." I tell them, confessing how I felt when I did this.

"And the videos?" Kim asked me, causing an innocent sounding giggle to escape my lips.

"Simple, I like to keep records of my work. I want all the villains to see me, to see my work, to see what I'm doing! I'm live streaming to them now, so the ones who did not know whom The Ninja is now knows! I'm not sorry, oh no, not one bit. In fact, I'm glad I'm recording this, because now the villains can see me shine!" I say in an evil way, pulling out a small tube the size of lipstick.

I twisted it, causing a form of sticky goo to spill out all over them. All except Kim and Rom. Kim had jumped up while Ron jumped to the side. I took this chance, aiming my laser bracelet at the lighting above. It went quick, landing right on Ron.

"Ron!" Kim yelled out. I turned to her with a smirk.

"What now? Please, give me something worth showing my fellow villains!" I encouraged her, giving her the 'come here' gesture with one finger.

Kim, who was on my right now, came hand stand flipping at me. I moved quick, lunging forward and left before low sweep kicking at her hands. She managed to jump to the right to avoid me, giving me enough time to use my tube to shoot more goo gunk at her. She yelped as she then became stuck to the wall.

"If you had flipped over me, you might've had me. But, as always, I'm ahead of you." I say before looking at Ron. He had managed to get out of the lighting, but yelped in fear when he saw me looking at him.

"Sorry blondie, but I can't let you and Rufus leave." I say, quickly shooting the gunk goo at both of them. I turned back to see Kim trying to use a nail file to free herself, to which I laughed.

"That won't work. I'll give you a clue, just for fun. To get out, you need C6H807 to escape this sticky trap." I tell her before making my leave.

I knew she'd figure it out shortly, so I decided to abandon my mission to get what I wanted. Better safe than sorry. I got on my bike and sped off, able to escape everyone before heading back to my hideout. I went into the living area, seeing the guys had finished a movie.

"Guys, time to talk." I told them, causing them to look at me.

"Kim Possible figured out my identity. I'm not surprised, but it ruined the fun of the reveal. Still, just be caution from here on out." I warned them.

"Yes Miss." They said with a nod. I then went to the dining area, opened my laptop and saw I had many messages on my video.

'I can't believe The Ninja is just a silly blond!' Monkey Fist typed down. He often used his computer to watch my work, so no surprise there.

'Never knew she was a she. I could never tell.' Gill Moss typed in. That made me smile, proving I was a master of disguise.

The comments went on like this, only the few who knew who I was said so, being sworn to secrecy until then. I then got a private message from someone I didn't expect.

'Hey babe, finally found where I can message ya. Seriously, you're very hard to find. Seriously.' Was a text I read from Motor Ed.

'I figured you would eventually find this, also stop calling me babe!' I messaged back to him.

'You were rockin' it against Red and the group! Seriously! How 'bout I treat you to dinner as a reward, seriously.' He messaged, causing me to roll my eyes.

'Sorry, but I already have dinner plans. Why not hire some bimbo to have dinner with? Why must you insist on asking me?' I messaged him.

'Aw,~ come on babe, don't be like that. Seriously. Breaking Heart Emoji I don't want a bimbo, I want you. You're seriously, like, the only babe I know that enjoys cars and talking shoppe. Seriously.' He messaged me back.

'Yeah, sure. It's not because of my looks or being Shego's sister or anything like that.' I messaged him in annoyance.

'Hey, being Shego's sister has nothing to do with it, seriously. You're, like, beautiful beyond belief and, seriously, being a super genius and a car fanatic is, like seriously, the best perk ever! Seriously.' He messaged me back rather quickly, quicker than the last ones. I had to admit, he was persistent. Annoying, but persistent.

'You're overly superficial about pulchritudinous women, aren't you?' I questioned him, wanting to see exactly how smart he was.

'Normally I am, but seriously, I'm all about your brain and car love as well. Seriously.' He replied quickly. I chuckled at how quick he replied, but more so that he admitted it. That's when he messaged me again.

'You can't tell me you're not the same for men.' He sent. I was shocked he said that, but it made me realize he wasn't wrong. The type that looked like Adonis, but I also want them to be good cooks and smart.

'I suppose you're not wrong, but I want other stuff to go with looks.' I replied back, truthfully.

'Seriously? I'm not surprised. So, how 'bout that date? Seriously.' He sent me again.

'Not happening anytime soon.' I replied to him.

'Well, if I can, like, figure out where you're, seriously, having dinner and, like, get there before you leave the property, can I at least get your number? Seriously.' He messaged me. I cringed at the thought, but something tugged in my mind.

^He won't find me, so the challenge will be interesting.^ I thought before deciding.

'Fine, you can try, but I won't give you a hint for this game. It's all on you to figure it out, Macho Man. Good luck.~ Wink Emoji.' I sent before logging out.

I loved~ a good challenge, it was a weak point. I then shot Jack a text to remind him of our dinner together before getting up. He replied it was all good. I decided to get ready.

"Miss, you should have something small before or while you get ready." Sid suggested to me.

"Something small and light, please. Jack insisted on dining at a fancy restaurant." I explained as I stretched. I soon heard a pop sound from my shoulder, it actually felt good.

^Damn that teenage heroine.^ I thought bitterly.

"May I ask what the place is called?" Sid questioned.

"Not sure, I have the address though. It's 1616 Birdcage Street, Northernton." I tell them both, finishing up my stretches that helped me feel better.

"Ah, I know the place. It's a fancy Italian restaurant, as in needs a reservation 3 month ahead kind." Sid tell me. My face fell from hearing this.

"Oh no, I hope Uncle Jack didn't have to pay a fee." I say worriedly.

"I doubt it." Sid tells me. I turned to look at him, curiosity written on my face.

"He knows the owner, a criminal business parter, so he can dine there at anytime with a simple phone call. He always has a table reserved for him." Sid explained to me. I was stunned, but then smiled while shaking my head slowly.

"Always full of surprises, he is." I say as Fin came back with a drink.

"A protein shake, Miss." Fin tells me as he hands me the chocolate looking shake in a small, thin glass. I took it before drinking it down.

"Thank you, Fin." I say as I gave him back the glass. I trusted these two enough to know my food won't be poisoned.

"You will need at least an hour to get there, it's called 'La Pasta Fantasia'." Sid explained to me.

"Glad to know that. Wait, La Pasta Fantasia? As in, the Italian place with the lowest priced dinner being $65 La Pasta Fantasia?!" I questioned him.

"The very same. Is there a problem?" Sid asked me.

"No, it's just..." I trailed off as I felt embarrassed. This caught both Sid's and Fin's attentions.

"I told Jack I wanted to go there when I had money, but that was 2 weeks after I signed up to work for him. I can't believe he remembered." I say then muttered the last part, a small smile on my face added with rosy cheeks.

"Isn't he too old to date you?" Fin questioned, to which I looked up and made a 'Blech' face.

"Ew, no. I view Jack as my Uncle, since he admitted to viewing me as a niece he never knew he wanted. I think it's to meet a client, or just a normal night out." I say, my mind racing with thoughts. Fin started laughing.

"Just ask him, why be afraid?" Fin laughed out. I was turning red.

"I don't date, I know nothing about dating, I can't tell if I'm being flirted with half the time while the other half I'm either embarrassed or mistaken for kindness, I've never even kissed a guy before!" I blurt out in embarrassment as my golden pale flesh turned red all over from embarrassment. I heard silence before looking at them. They seemed shocked from this.

"That explains a lot." Sid said, looking right at Fin.

"Yes, yes it does." Fin replied back as he looked at Sid.

"What does?" I asked them, my blush dying down as curiosity now filled me. They looked at me, looked at each other, then once more at me.

"We'll tell you if something more happens." They both said in unison. I was so confused. I wanted to say something, but Sid pointed out the time.

"We'll talk about this later." I said before hurrying into my room.

I quickly showered, shaved, blow dried my hair, then went into my room to look for an outfit. I noticed Empress on my bed and Emperor on the floor, so I pulled out two dresses.

"Will either work?" I asked them. I wasn't sure if they'd understand, or care anyhow, but I figured I'd ask.

Empress looked between then, but then laid her head back down to rest. I wasn't surprised. Emperor got up, looking between them before going to my walk in closet. I freaked a bit, not wanting dog hair on my clothes. I followed him in quickly, only to see a pair of my shoes on the floor and his mouth on one of my dresses.

"Ah! Emperor, stop!" I freaked, dropping my dresses to stop him. He let out a whine, but let go. I noticed no rips, but was thankful.

"I thought you were trained! Why would-" I started to say in a harsh tone, but stopped when I noticed the dress.

It was mostly black, slim tight that went to my knees, then had yellow, wavy fabric scrunched and flowing down to my ankles, the fabric was only from the sides of my knees in a half circle. The top was a sweetheart cut, a small Tourmaline gem in the center in the shape of a teardrop, the sleeves went to the side like Jasmine's top, but slightly puffy with a yellow strip of fabric on the top and bottom of the sleeves.

I had only wore this dress once, so I forgot I had it. I saw the shoes that were on the floor. Black heels, Sailor Venus style but with yellow heels and obsidians in a row of three going up the sides and back.

"Oh, you were picking it out?" I questioned while looking at him.

My eyes widened when I saw he had my black handbag, in a diamond stitch pattern with a Tourmaline gem on the clasp, in his mouth. His tail wagged happily as he seemed to smile. I was shocked, but then I started laughing.

"I'm sorry I yelled." I said, bending down to pet his head gently.

He dropped the bag before gently kissing my face. Falsetto's wolfhounds might look and at times act vicious, but they could be sweethearts when they wanted to be. I got dressed in everything, then grabbed matching earrings and necklace, since this dressed showed some cleavage.

I also added a Black chunky belt for style, black bracelets, painted my nails black, added some eyeliner and lip gloss before starting my hair. I decided to put half of it in a bun, adding black roses to it to look like a bouquet, then left the rest down as it.

My curls bounced as I turned to look myself over in the mirror, a nod of approval over this. I pet Emperor again as a thank you, also petting Empress so she didn't feel neglected, before walking out of my room. I saw both guys were watching 'The Fearless Ferret', which caused me to giggle.

"Please give Emperor a treat for helping me pick out my outfit." I said to them, causing them to look at me.

"I have my phone on silent, but call a second time for it to go through if there's an emergency." I tell them before heading out.

I decided to take My black 1967 Chevrolet Impala this time, since it would be easier to blend in at night. For those who don't know, it's the Supernatural car Dean drives when they hunt. I drove it all the way to the restaurant, stopping to ship Falsetto's necklace and still managed to arrive 5 minutes early, before seeing there was Valet Parking. Normally I would park it myself, but not tonight. I pulled up, got out and went right to the guy. He looked to be in his 30's.

"I don't want a single scratch on it." I tell him sternly yet politely, dropping the keys in his hand. He nodded, heading to my car as I went inside right up to the Hostess.

"Table reservation under Jack Hench." I tell her. She looked down before nodding with a smile.

"Yes, he has yet to arrive, but I can guide you to the table to wait for him." She said with a bright smile. I nod, giving her a smile in return.

As she guided me to the VIP table, I looked around to see many high class people dressed in fur and diamonds. This didn't surprise me since Northernton was a high class area, more-so than Upperton, but what was surprising me was the few eyes that would glance at me.

^Is it because I'm not a regular? Or do they know who I am?^ I thought before seeing the nice booth, nearly secluded from the others yet overseeing almost every table, has old school lighting that was dimmed and a collage on the back of the well of landmarks in Italy.

It was super nice. I thanked her before sliding into the booth. I ordered a sparkling water with ice while waiting for Jack. I set my handbag down on the table before grabbing my phone from it. I opened it to see a text from Shego.

'You ok? I saw everything.' She sent me.

'I'm fine, I escaped. I'm about to have dinner w/ Jack.' I replied.

'You sure it's a good idea to do that?' She replied to me.

'I'll be fine. Worse thing that'll happen is if Motor Head Ed finds me.' I text her.

'Really? Why would he find you?' She asked me.

'He said he could, I told him good luck. He won't think to look where I am, so he'll lose.' I tell her.

'Please tell me it's not a date he wins.' She said to me.

'My phone number. But, as I said, I doubt he'd find me before dinner is over.' I told her, then sent her a smiling emoji.

'Just be careful. No one knows where you are?' She messages me.

'Only Jack and my two henchmen. I didn't even tell you where I am, just to be on the safe side.' I tell her.

'Just be careful. I don't want that stupid teen hero to ruin your night.' She messaged me.

'Have I ever been caught?' I asked her.

'You will if you keep being cocky like that.' She warns me. She's right, if I get too arrogant it'll be my downfall. It had been in the past as a reckless teen.

'I'll be careful.' I tell her.

'Good, enjoy your night.' She tell me.

'You too. Spa day next month?' I asked her.

'Depends on where.' She says to me.

'Fiji. I have vacation time and a plan to visit. So, you in?' I asked her.

'Heck yes!' She replied quickly.

'Cool. TTYL.' I text before putting my phone away. Just as I did, I saw Jack heading my way.

"Gogo, baby, it's been too long!" Jack said a bit loudly, causing me to blush lightly. I got up and met his hug with mine.

"Uncle, it has been. I'm sorry to postpone many times." I say as we pulled away from the hug.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting." He says to me as we sat down, using to fingers to motion for a waiter to come over.

"Oh no, I was early so it's fine." I say with a smile and a hand wave. I swear, being around the rich has turned me posh.

^I need to go do something casual soon, or I'll loose myself.^ I thought to myself.

"What did you take here? I doubt it's you bike, otherwise I'd have to scold you." He tells me.

"I don't like riding my bike in the cold unless I need too, let alone in a dress like this. No, I took the Impala here." I told him with a smile.

"You finally fixed, huh?" He questioned me.

"It took forever to find the original parts, but well worth it." I say with a big, bright smile. That car was one of my pride and joys in my collection.

"You do love your classic cars, don't ya?" He asked me.

"Oh, very much. They're my babies." I tell him as the water quickly came over.

"Apologies for the wait, we had a shift change. I'll be your waiter tonight. My names is Louie, what can I get you two?" He asked Jack politely.

"Don't ask me first, not when there's a lady here. Honestly, disrespecting my niece." Jack said bluntly.

"S-sorry." Louie apologized before looking my way.

"I'm very sorry, what would you like." Louie asked me nervously.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I need a moment to look at the menu. Uncle, please go first." I say politely to lighten the mood.

"I'll have my usual red wine, my dish will be the usual as well. Tell the chef 'it's for Jack', he'll know." He tells Louie. I had taken a quick look before looking at Louie.

"I'll have the black truffle carbonara, the side a mozzarella tomato salad and a glass of Ribolla Gialla white, please." I ordered.

"Excellent choice, Miss." Louie said, taking the menus before leaving.

"Uncle, please don't be mad. They usually ask the one paying what they like first, not to mention you're practically VIP here so it's natural they ask you first." I say to him.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm just a bit old fashion when it comes to ladies first, ya know?" He says to me.

"Oh, I understand. To be honest, not many men have manners like that anymore." I say with a smile.

We started talking about what has been going on since the last time we saw each other, him telling me the latest gossip around the villain's drinking fountain, all that. Our food and drinks arrived, so we ate and talked.

"So, word on the street is you've got a guy fawning over ya." He tells me before biting into his steak.

"Well, who's the guy?" I asked him.

"A guy going by Motor Ed. He's been contacting a few people to get your number, location, anything on you." He tells me, causing me to nearly choke on my pasta.

"He's going that far? For me?" I questioned in pure shock.

"Yeah, you didn't know?" He asked me.

"No. I'm not taking him seriously since he's flirting with my sister as well." I tell him, trying to not be flattered.

"Well, that's the thing. From what I'm hearing, he's not talking to Shego as much. Sure, he's flirting with her once in a while, but he hasn't bothered to go see her or anything like that. He seems dead set on you." He tells me.

"Well, at least he doesn't know I'm here." I tell him before sipping my wine. I was only having one glass, since I'm driving.

"What do ya mean?" He asked me. I explained the bet and all that, causing him to laugh.

"He's got it bad for you, baby." He tells me.

"What did I say about calling me that?" I asked him.

"Sorry, it just happens naturally." He tells me.

"Well, other than actually being smart ind into mechanics and robotics, he's not my type." I tell him, trying to hide the flattery I felt.

"Sounds to me like you like him, but won't admit it." He tells me.

"He's like a junkyard puppy that won't stop begging for food." I tell him with a humph. This only caused Jack to chuckle.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart." Was his reply. I puffed my cheeks out, pouting at him. This caused him to laugh.

"Hey hey, you know I mean well. Besides, I think someone else has eyes for you." He tells me.

"Who?" I asked him.

"Oh~ no, I'm not telling ya. You need to figure out who's flirting and who isn't." He tells me. I pouted even more, sliding my empty plate to the side.

"Please tell me it's not Señor Senior Senior." I say to him.

"No way, that man only had eyes for his late wife." He tells me, causing a sigh of relief to escape my lips.

"Thats good to know." I say with a smile.

"So, what am I hearing about setting up a 3 month contract with the Seniors?" He asked me.

"Oh, that. Well, I offered it as a mechanic, nothing more." I casually explained to him.

"Looks like you're making a bigger name for yourself than either of us thought." He tells me, a smile was on his face.

"I'm actually thinking about buying some places, for money purposes. A hotel to start, maybe two." I explained to him.

"Not for secret hideouts, I hope." He asked me.

"Oh no, I'm not going to steal clients from under ya, though I would offer discounts at hotels for villains. I was just thinking of normal everyday things for extra income in case anything happens to my money. If I lose my contract with Falsetto, I need a back up source of income to not loose everything I've worked for." I explained to him.

"Wow, that's smart. Glad to know you're thinking ahead. Well, I can help with any hotels that might go out of business and such." He offers.

"Thanks, I'll need some help. I'm not too good with real estate. Building and constructing? I'm the girl. Real Estate? No way." I say, giving a light laugh at the end.

"Well, you know I know people. I know a guy that can help ya out." He tells me.

"I appreciate it." I say as the Louie came over with a bus boy.

"Anything for dessert, Miss? Sir?" Louie asked me then Jack as the bus boy cleaned up quickly.

"None for me, thanks." I tell them. Yes, I wanted it but I wanted to go in case Motor Ed found me.

"Same." Jack replied. Louis nodded.

"This is added onto your tab, as usual." Louis informed him.

"No need, bring me the bill and tab. I'll pay now." Jack told him. Louis nodded before leaving.

"Do you want me to go Dutch with you?" I asked him.

"Nope, it's my treat. Besides, I know you're not hurting, but I'm sure that donation put a big dent in your finances as well as the fancy hotel stay you had." He tells me. He was right, it didn't put a large dent in it, but a baseball sized one never-the-less.

"My treat next time." I insist. He nods in agreement as he gets the bill. He hands Louie a platinum colored credit card before shooing him.

"You were nice to your old town, why not donate just enough for your parents?" Jack then asked me.

He knew my real name, he knew I have 4 brothers and Shego is my sister, he even knew where I used to live, but he never knew Shego and I were once heroines.

"Because the job might not get done, this way it gets done. Besides, I don't like disrespecting/destroying grave sites. I mean, I'll steal from tombs and temples, but not from a cemetery." I explained to him.

"Makes sense, though I can't tell if there's more to it or not." He said as the card and receipt came back. He looked at the bill and signed before pulling out his phone.

"Do you have a call?" I asked him curiously.

"No, just doing some math." He tells me. I took the bill and looked at the total.

"What percentage do you usually leave?" I asked him.

"25%, why?" He asked me. I looked it over.

"The tip would be a total of 7,186.5125, but I would round it up to $7,186.52 to make it even and exact." I say before handing him back the bill.

"I forget how smart you are." He says before writing down the tip.

"I have to be when working with machinery, mostly computer programing for many reasons, especially hacking." I explained to him.

"What can't you do?" He asked me.

"Cook, bake, date, flirt, at least these off the top of my head." I say to him with a smile as I counted off of my fingers. Jack started laughing as he got up and gave me his hand.

"Funny, though I was being rhetorical." He told me. I placed my hand on his, having him help me get up before grabbing my handbag.

"I know." I say with a smile. I felt better, I needed this time out. We then heard smashing outside before the door was blasted in.

"Aaah~ Yeah!~" We all heard.

"Oh no, oh please no." I muttered out in both shock in annoyance as everyone scattered outside. Appearing from the dust was none other than Motor Ed. He looked around before seeing me.

"Uhg." I said, my hand on my face in both disappointment and annoyance while Ed had a large smile on his face.

"Oh yeah! Finally found ya, babe!" I heard him say towards me. I was then pulled close to him, then dipped to be forced to look at him.

"A deals a deal babe, seriously. It took me many tries, seriously, but worth it." Ed told me as he looked me up and down.

"Whoa, like, you seriously look more beautiful than, like, a princess. Seriously." Ed complimented me, making my cheeks turn pink from both embarrassment and flattery.

^What is this barbarian doing to me?^ I thought, trying to get him to let go.

"Ed, let me go." I tell him in a slightly flustered tone.

"No way, babe. Seriously, I finally found you, you look like royalty, so like, lets ditch this joint and take my seriously radical chariot to my castle. Seriously." Ed tells me with a wink. I grimaced at the thought of that.

"No, now let me go." I tell him in annoyance.

"Hey, she said let her go." Jack said to Ed, resulting in Ed to look at him.

"Beat it, man. Seriously, I'm talking to my girl. Seriously." Ed tells Jack with attitude.

"She said to let her go, so let the lady go." Jack warned him.

"Oh, you wanna go huh? Like, seriously, I can take ya down. Seriously." Ed said as he dropped me just to square up with Jack.

"Gogo wants to be left alone, so leave her alone." Jack warned him, trying to be intimidating when, in reality, he couldn't hurt anyone. Jack Hench wasn't a fighter, he used his brains and money.

"And, like, who are you, her boyfriend? Seriously." Ed scoffed at him.

"And what if I was, huh?" Jack warned him. Ed then went to punch him, but I scrambled up and got between them.

"Knock it off, both of you!" I scold both of them.

"Ed, I view Jack Hench as my Uncle, so don't punch him." I scold Ed harshly, then turned my attention to Jack.

"Uncle, thank you for defending me, but just because I'm in a dress and heels doesn't mean I can't beat him up." I tell Jack in the same scolding tone, but slightly nicer.

"You're right, sorry." Jack tells me.

"Go tell your friend I'll pay for the damages to the door, alright?" I say to Jack. He nods and leaves, leaving me alone with Ed.

"So,~ you're not on a date?" He asked me.

"No, just a reunion dinner. Jack and I have them once in a while." I tell him as I turned to look at him.

"Seriously?" He questioned me.

"Seriously." I tell him, crossing my arms.

"Now, I get you got excited with looking for me, which I'm not even sure how you found me, but I don't appreciate you damaging property, causing a scene and, worse of all, embarrass me like that!" I scold him.

"But we had a bet, I seriously didn't want to lose that! Not if it meant getting your number to, like, hear your golden voice! Seriously!" He tells me, causing my cheeks to turn pink again.

"Look, I didn't think you'd actually find me. I figured you'd look for me in bars, taverns or anyplace like that." I tell him.

"Honestly, I did at first, but then, like, I saw you through the window. Seriously, I knew it was you. You're the only babe I know with thick golden curls, all messy yet perfect. Seriously." He tells me, causing my pink cheeks to turn almost red.

"So you busted in here, on a whim, just to see me?" I questioned him, my voice went meek and shy from this. I felt like a teenager again.

"Yeah, like, why wouldn't I?" He asked me.

"You're like Icarus to the sun." I say to him.

"Who?" He questioned me.

"Look it up." I tell him.

"Ya know, as lovely as you are in that fancy get-up, you, like, look much better in normal normal clothes. Seriously, it like, reveals the real you. Seriously." He tells me.

"And being fancy and acting like a lady isn't me?" I questioned him.

"I think it's, like, a part you play, just like the ninja persona you had. Seriously." He tells me.

I looked right at him, seeing he meant those words. I felt my heart skip a beat at that moment. He saw the real me, not this me.

^How is this barbarian making me feel like this? What the heck is this feeling?^ I thought before I realized something.

"Ed, what was that crash I heard outside?" I asked him.

"Oh that? Well, I ended up, like, driving through the side wall and, like seriously, parked on a couple cars just to get in and see ya. Seriously." He tells me. My face then paled when he said that.

^Oh no. Oh no, don't tell me.^ I thought before I bolted to the parking lot.

"Hey, babe, wait!~ Seriously!~" Ed yelled as he followed me.

I saw the keys that hung on the valet board, grabbed mine and ran over to the wreckage. Two cars were under his monster truck tires, and 3 were under some rubble of the wall.

"Please, not my baby." I muttered as I pressed the alarm button. My car alarm went off, under one of his tires. I felt my eyes begin to water.

"Babe, what is it? Seriously?" I heard Ed ask me.

"My… My car..." I muttered out in shock and horror.

"What?" Ed questioned me.

"My car. My car! My caaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrr!~" I say, then yelled, then shrieked out in horror, my voice going so high and shrill it could break glass.

"You're… Car?" Ed asked me. I turned to Ed, tears streaming down my face as my face went from horror to anger.

"You!" I said, pointing to Ed as my eyes and hands began glowing.

"Uh-oh." Ed muttered in fear, knowing full well what was coming next. I then grabbed him by the ear, pulling him to my crushed car.

"You ran over my car! Do you know what kind of car this was?! Do you know how long it took me to refurbish it?!" I screamed at him.

"It's just a newer model, right? Like the rest here?" He asked in a scared tone.

"No! It was a 1967 Chevrolet Impala you idiot!" I screamed at him. His face seemed to drop at that.

"It took me months to get this car in working order! The very first car I got after working for Jack for over a month! When I found it, it was nothing but the frame and torn seats! I refurbished it back to what it first look liked through time, effort, money and labor! Months of work, destroyed by you in just mere seconds!" I screamed at him.

"Babe, seriously, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was yours, I'm-" He started, but I smacked him, causing him to yell out 'ow'.

"Sorry doesn't mean a thing! You don't wreck any kind of car! You claim to be a car lover, yet don't see a classic and just crush it like it's nothing?! You stupid, moronic, idiotic, foolish, nitwitted, boneheaded, block-headed, simpleton, dimwitted, numbskull, dunce, twit, imbecile, beefheaded, knuckleheaded, halfwitted, hardheaded, hairbrained, oaf of a dummy who can't even learn not to damage a classic vehicle, let alone tell the difference between a classic and newer, trashier models!" I screamed, hitting him with every insult I flung at him as my face was nearly purple from rage. He had been flinching, yelling ow and trying to block his face as I hit him before he looked at me.

"Babe, I said-" He started, but I shut him up.

"No! Don't call me babe! I'm not your girlfriend! Hell, after this shit, I'm not even your friend! I don't ever want to see you again! To think I even considered giving you my number! I want money for this! Money, parts, the works! I want it sent to Jack's office so I never have to look at your sorry excuse of a face again!" I screamed at him at the top of my lungs, my mascara was running because of how hard I was crying before seeing Jack. He came over, looked at my car that was crushed, then at Motor Ed.

"You screwed up, bad. And you made her swear, something she has never done in her life! How pathetic." Jack told him, giving him a glare before guiding me away.

My glow was gone, anger vanished, replaced by sadness and exhaustion. I looked back once more, seeing Motor Ed on his knees, looking shocked and defeated, before looking back forward. Jack got me in his car before having the driver start driving. Jack held me close as I sobbed.

"Hey, it's ok. I mean, I know it's your baby, but at least you weren't in it." He says in a comforting tone.

"Yeah." I reply weakly in a hoarse voice. I broke my voice.

"Do you need me to call anyone?" He asked me. I pulled out my phone.

"Fin or Sid." I rasped out. Jack nodded and used my phone to call them. After a bit, Jack but my phone in my handbag for me before stroking my hair.

"I know it was an accident, but I don't blame you for reacting that way. Imagine if you two had been dating." Jack says as he tried to have me feel better.

All I could think about was Hego, how he removed my chair from it's place just so I wouldn't have a spot at the table, how he removed the seat out of the jet I made so I couldn't sit in it, how he would confiscate, and sometimes break, items I invented to help the team out just so I would be powerless. I felt all that bubble up, causing me to sob more.

"Something from the past?" Jack asked me.

"Yeah, my eldest brother." I told him.

"Ah, you saw a similarity." He said to me. I weakly nodded my head yes.

"Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?" He asked me.

"Make sure he pays up. I will give him 2 weeks before adding interest. If he refuses, I'll destroy what he loves." I rasp out to him. It would sound menacing if my voice wasn't hoarse and I wasn't exhausted from screaming.

"I'll tell him. I'll also get what's left of the car, in case anything is salvageable." Jack said to me, continuing to stroke my hair gently.

We arrived at Hench Co, where I saw Sid waiting for me with my black 1941 Convertible Coupe. Jack helped me out before guiding me over.

"She's tired and weak, make sure you carry her to bed. She has also gone hoarse, so she needs to rest her voice for a while." Jack told Sid, who nodded yes before opening the rear passenger side door for me. Jack helped me inside.

"Get some rest, text me tomorrow if you need to cancel your jobs. I'll send some people out to do them for you." He tells me.

"Thank you." I rasped out. Jack gently kissed the top of my head, like a father would to his daughter, before shutting the door. Sid got in the driver's side before driving off. I laid in the back as more tears spilled from my eyes.

^What would I have ever seen in that idiot?^ I thought in sadness, slowly drifting off to darkness that's known as sleep.

Motor Ed's POV

I was left there, seriously speechless and stunned as Gogo was guided away. I made a mistake, like, a big one. She screamed at me, insulted me, hit me many times with her glowing hands, and even went hoarse and purple from it over me smashing her car.

Heck, I seriously felt awful!

It was a 1967 Chevrolet Impala, one of the most sacred of cars to ever be made! Seriously! And here I went, smashing it with my monster truck, all because I, seriously and honestly, didn't see it.

All I saw was her, dressed like a princess, with another man! I didn't think, like seriously I didn't, I only acted in the heat of the moment. Seriously. What, like, hurt me more wasn't the insults, not her hitting me, not even her screaming at me. What hurt me was two things. 1: She said she never wanted to see me again and 2: I made her cry. Seeing that beautiful face cry, it like, seriously hurt me.

^I've never really cared if a babe cried or sobbed before, not even when I would dump them or reject them. Yet, this babe, this woman, seriously made me feel like scum for making her cry. I mean, I'd probably do the same thing if I was her and that happened to me. Seriously.^ I thought sadly to myself.

I then remembered she wanted money and parts as compensation, something that would be proven difficult.

^Does she, seriously, plan to try and salvage the car?^ I thought to myself.

She did say it was, like, her first one she restored, which seriously means this hold, like, more value to her than any of her cars and bikes she restored.

I then had an idea. Seriously, probably my best idea yet.

I got up and went to the truck, starting it then moved it backwards. I then took my chain, attached it to the 'car', before retracting it, causing it to fly back ad land nicely on the trunk of my monster truck. I then got in and drove off faster than lightning before reaching the junkyard. I honked to get the guys attention, causing them to, like seriously, scurry out fast.

"Yo boss, got the babe's number?" I was asked by Hot Harry.

"No, I like, seriously messed up." I told them before getting the 'car' off the trunk.

"What's with the junk?" Slick Dan asked.

"Her 1967 Chevrolet Impala I accidentally crushed." I told them. They all heard the pain in my tone as they felt the same after telling them the year, make and model of that beauty.

"You screwed up." Slick Dan flat out told me.

"I know, dude!" I yelled at him before taking a deep breath.

"She's mad to the point she never wants to see me again, but like, I can't get her out of my mind! Seriously, it's like, she's infected it with her wicked womanly wilds or something, seriously. So, I need as many parts for this as possible. Seriously, only original parts." I tell them.

"You gonna fix it?" Skinny Sal asked me.

"Yeah, like, I seriously owe her that much. Besides dudes, she's like, forcing me to give her money and parts for this, so like, she probably plans on fixing it herself. Seriously." I explained to them.

"All this for a stupid broad? Like, what's so impressive about her?" Slick Dan asked me, having a major attitude problem.

"You don't get it. I think.. I think I'm, seriously, in love. Seriously." I told them. Their jaws dropped from hearing me say that, but I brushed it off.

"Just, go find me parts. If we don't have it, buy and steal what you can. I mean it! Seriously!" I ordered them. They were off, quicker than lightning, as I towed the car into the shop.

^If this don't get ya to talk to me again, then I don't know what will. Seriously.^ I thought as I prepared to work on restoring this car back to it's, yet again, former glory. Seriously.