Ch.01
"Oh Boo Yah! Hahaha hahaha!" Ron laughs. The algorithm is already 90% thru hacking and reprogramming all known villains bank accounts, courtesy of those who purchase with Hench CO. "Oh Boo Yah! Hahaha haha-"
"Wow wow wow! Ok! Ok! Enough! Point! Made! You got the evil laugh down! Give it a rest would ya!" Interrupts Shego.
'Oh yeah nearly forgot she was here, guess I'll exempt her from the algorithm since she'll be of use.' Muses Ron. He finishes inputting the last commands into the console. 'Funds for my plans have begun transferring to my ghost accounts as villains use theirs! Soon my plans will be put into motion but first.'
"Do your eyes criticize?!" Questions Ron.
"Yeah, I am looking for results here, so far you've been chuckling up a storm with nothing to show for it." Shego answers with frustration and rolls her eyes.
"I'm just warming up, check it!" Ron snaps his fingers causing a holographic projection of the world to appear. "The annihilator has been set to go off in five minutes! When it does, quakes are going to shake the world to pieces! Uwahaha hahah-" interrupts Shego by pinching his lips closed between her right hand thumb and index fingers.
"So done with the laugh." Shego comments while rolling her eyes and placing her left hand at her hip just before releasing him. "Ok wait, this helps us how? We'll be shaken apart too!"
"It'll never get that far! The world will surrender to me first! Not us, ME! You're just the hired help!" Ron replies.
'Now for a division of roles!'
Ron moves by the momentarily stunned Shego and makes sure to give her view of his 'unprotected' back. He could feel her motion to attack from behind him thanks to his Mystical Monkey Power, which he has been tapping into to cover his skin in a blue hue and enhance his senses.
"Oh really!" Shego comments threateningly and unleashes a ball of plasma she created around her right hand.
'Too easy!' Ron smirks to himself as he presses a key on his belt buckle and the energy shield that will deflect her attack forms around him.
Shego gasps and Ron chuckles slowly as he turns around to enjoy her expression. He sees her staring at her glowing hand like it wasn't there.
"Cool huh?! I've found it in Drakken's stuff, bet he never even knew how to work it!" Ron brags as he presses the same key on the belt buckle. "You were all like 'Pow Pow' and I was like 'zap zap' and you were like 'boo who!'" He rambles before pressing a couple of keys on his belt buckle. He watches a panel slide on the floor behind Shego revealing a pool with sharks.
She turns her head at the noise and fear begins to radiate from her as she realizes what is to come. Quickly turning her head to stare at his eyes with the plan of persuading him to forgive her, her body trembles by what she sees in them. They promised her death with an almost gleeful excitement that only someone insane would have.
The fear radiating from her escalates and in some corner of Ron's mind he feels remorseful with his actions, unconsciously cutting off the power enhancing his senses.
"Sidekicks need to know their place, right?" Ron questions crossing his hands before his chest.
"U-uh y-yeah uh, you got it, I'll just go check on the security monitors," Shego stammers. "H-hey you k-know that evil laugh of yours." She continues, slowly beginning to edge towards the console. "Uh, I uh, l-love it, I love it!" She dashes for it without waiting any longer.
"I'm ready for you, Kim Possible, bring it!" Ron shouts, ignoring the still slightly shaking Shego and moving to another computer in the room.
Still having some time before the annihilator begins its work, he had one more task to complete.
'There, that should do it!' Ron thinks pleased with himself, as he removes and stores a usb flash drive, containing information that till now he did not know how to acquire, in a pocket of the suit he was wearing.
Just as he finishes, the lair's systems pick up on Wade's Kimmunicator frequency. 'So the game begins!' Ron muses as he goes towards the console with the security monitors where Shego is seated.
"Wu wu, we've got an intruder, Kim Possible!" Ron shouts startling Shego as she was filing her nails. "Ready for a smack down in my town!" He finishes slamming a fist on the desk in front of the monitors and moving away.
"She's not on the monitors!" Shego gasps, standing for a closer look. "H-how do you know?!" She turns to look at him and seats.
"Been doing a little scannege for the Kimmunicator's frequency." Brags Ron.
"Ugh, why didn't he ever think of that." Growls Shego, again wondering at Drakken's abilities.
"That's why I'm the big dog!" Ron continues to brag and gets inches from her face. Slightly captivated by her eyes he..."Woof woof!" Barks startling her out of the seat.
Ron positions himself a couple of steps from a console that would activate a trap and turns an expectant eye towards the vent. He quickly notices a slight vibration before it is roughly kicked down revealing Kim Possible who assumes a combat stance upon landing.
"Welcome, Kimberly Ann Possible!" Ron announces getting her attention and enjoying her irritation at how he addressed her.
"The middle name is so overkill!" She replies rolling her eyes at him.
"Overkill, isn't that the idea! Oh Boo Yah hahaha hahaha!" He laughs a moment and notices her placing her hands at her hips.
To Ron, she is revealing too many openings and he decides to make a point of it, closing the last couple of steps to the console and pressing a key. Quickly four mechanical arms with restraints shoot out of the floor by her feet and in moments catch each of her limbs.
Ron glances at the timer on the annihilator. 'Hmmm 1:30 seconds, by my estimate it should take 0:30 seconds to cut the bindings and escape.'
Kim glances around, no doubt trying to come up with an answer to her predicament. '1:00 minute left, disappointing.' Ron shakes his head. 'Oh finally!' Ron thinks to himself as after another couple of seconds Kim finally takes out her lipstick laser and begins cutting through her restraints.
"Oh look, Kimmie came out to play." Shego comments from a walkway above as soon as the last restraint hits the floor, causing Kim to gasp. Shego jumps to attack her and prevent her from reaching the annihilator.
Ron tilts his head as he notices an irregularity in their fight, and in a quick exchange between both fighters, Shego takes a kick that should have been easy to block. 'So, the threat was too much.' Ron muses, getting a few ideas on how to correct that later.
Kim rushes to the annihilator and pulls the power lever with 0:02 seconds to spare.
"Not bad, but let's be honest, you could've gotten out faster!" Ron comments getting Kim's surprised attention back on him.
"Game over Ron!" Kim announces, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Over?!" Ron asks amused and moves towards the sheet covering another machine. "I'm just getting warmed up!" He pulls the sheets revealing a second device to everyone present. "The annihilator was to keep you busy while I worked on my REAL evil plan, my Mega Weather Generator!" Ron gloats, activating the machine.
"Your what arator?" Shego questions as she moves to stand by Kim. "And is it too much to ask to be kept in the loop?"
'So that's where she'll stand, no matter, they won't stop my plans, just the two of them.' Ron thinks as he continues. "All will fear me and tremble beneath my storms! And hand over to me the world's supply of Nacos! Boo Yah hahaha hahaha!" He laughs as clouds gather and lightning begins to strike in the area surrounding the lair.
"Nacos? Ugh!" Shego facepalms, realizing once again how insane Stoppable has become thanks to the Attitudedinator.
"Nacos! Figures, hell of obvious." Kim adds pleased with herself "Go Drakken!" she finishes.
'Huh? Drakken?' Ron wonders turning around to ask and sees the man standing behind him.
"You've been a bad boy!" Drakken comments slapping the Attitudedinator onto Ron's head.
"Hey?" Ron manages to say as the device activates giving him a sensation similar to a taser. A moment later, both he and Drakken fall to the ground with the Attitudedinator between them and break in half once again.
'Oh man! Oh man! What have I done!? I was completely insane!' Ron thinks to himself as he begins to rub a coming headache. 'Let's just hope I can get out of this, I'll apologize to Shego once this is over. She is so going to kill me'.
"Wow, what happened?" Ron tests, noticing Rufus dashing towards him. "Rufus!" He catches the little guy jumping towards him, hearing him excited that he's back to his old self.
"You were having a bad day" Kim comments, moving to turn off the Mega Weather Generator.
Across from him, he notices Shego move to help the once again blue Drakken to his feet.
"You ditched me for that!" Drakken growls pointing at Ron, not noticing the slight twitch in the young mans' eye when he failed to name him.
"Did you see his Mega Weather Generator!" Shego points out, trying to hide the relief in her voice at having reverted Ron back to normal.
Ron tilts his head having caught on the slight change in her tone.
"Hahahaha! Kim Possible!" Drakken laughs, already claiming the device. "For now it is I, Dr. Drakken who controls the Mega Weather Generator!"
"I think we all know what comes next." Kim crosses her arms.
Minutes later, as Kim and Ron with Rufus in his pocket and the Attitudedinator in a bag, jump off the lair heading towards their ride home.
"Kim Possible you think you're all that but your huh-" Drakken shouts cut off by the lair self-destruct finishing the count down and explosions beginning.
MIDDLETON - Ron's cousin's wedding.
"Ahh finally, no more kids' tables!" Ron breathes. "Thanks for being my date-" Kim glares. "Igh, friend." He corrects, slightly hurt by her reaction but smiling to mask it.
"Admittedly, not as awkwierd as feared." Kim replies, oblivious to his feelings.
"Some more cake Ron?" asks Shawn with great manners.
"Is that Shawn?!" asks Kim, noticing the complete 180 in his behavior.
"Why thank you Shawn" Ron answers, taking the offered cake with a smile and petting his cousin's head. "See KP, piece of cake".
"Ron what did you-" Kim begins, resting her shin on her hands with a smile.
"I just gave him a little attitude adjustment." He cuts her off tapping the once again fixed Attitudedinator by his seat with a smile.
After having returned to the wedding, Ron fixed and reversed the effects of the Attitudedinator, before changing and tracking little cousin Shawn for a 'talk'.
2 Hours Later - In Front of the Stoppable Residence
"Well later Ron, see you at school on Monday!" Kim says.
'Did not even ask how I feel after having been turned into an unstable villain huh.' Ron thinks to himself, saddened by her lack of concern.
"Ugh, yeah later KP." He says hoping she notices his hesitation but watching as she is already moving towards her house without so much as a pause.
Ron sighs, turning towards the door with Rufus on his shoulder.
"Feel okay?" Squeaks Rufus, noticing his mood and petting the side of his face concerned.
"Yeah buddy, nothing a meal can't fix." Ron smiles at him and enters the house.
Going upstairs to his room, he enters, locking the door and places the bag he's been carrying on the bed. In it are the 'Zorpox' outfit, the Attitudedinator and a usb flash drive. He stares at the outfit for a while, fear visible on his face, before moving towards his desk and opening a drawer. He reaches in and takes out some scissors. Turning towards the outfit again, he approaches it and pauses with his hand outstretched and shaking.
"Ron is good." Squeaks Rufus in comfort, having guessed exactly what he was fearing.
"Thanks buddy." Ron replies, petting him on the head. "Owe you a Naco-" Noticing the glimmer in his eyes. "Grande size." He adds watching his friend nod eagerly for the cheesy goodness.
Taking a deep breath, he grabs the outfit and begins to thoroughly cut it to pieces. Once done, he grabs it and puts it in the bag with the Attitudedinator. Removing the usb flash drive and placing it with the scissors back in the drawer, he grabs the bag and with Rufus on his shoulder, goes downstairs.
Going into the kitchen and grabbing the lighter fluid and lighter for the grill he then heads for the backyard. Once there, he opens the grill and tosses the bag in and places the lighter fluid and lighter on the side. Grabbing the Attitudedinator he steps back and begins to smash it into the floor. Once it was small enough that he could not hold it in his hands, he proceeded to step on it.
When sure that he did as much destruction on the device as he could, he begins to collect and put every piece into the grill. Once satisfied all the pieces were in, he poured in plenty of lighter fluid and stepped back, lit it.
He spent an hour adding lighter fluid and watching the fire burn before turning to Rufus.
"You think that did it?" He asked.
"Uh huh." Rufus replies, giving him a thumbs up.
Relaxing, he turned back to the grill and put out the fire. Taking back the empty bottle of lighter fluid, he went back inside thinking on what he needed to do next.
After having returned the lighter to the kitchen and tossing the empty bottle of lighter fluid in the trash, Ron returned to his room. He decided that he needed to apologize to Shego, with her fearful gaze still etched into his mind, he was absolutely certain that he shouldn't wait.
Having made a decision on what to do, he needed a way to find her and although he could ask Wade, the young genius would most likely tell Kim and that was a conversation he did not want to have. So he opted for a little test, to see whether or not he could access his 'abilities' like he had hours before. Abilities, he was not sure when he had learned.
Turning to his desktop computer, he powered it on and was about to attempt to hack his way into Drakken's system when a loading screen popped up when he opened the internet.
"Ugh, I completely forgot that this is a fossil!" Ron mutters, shaking his head. "Maybe it's time for an upgrade."
A little uncertain but choosing to follow his gut, he stood and headed downstairs to the garage. Once there, he looked around for a couple of things and tools he 'felt' were necessary for the job. Heading upstairs, he decided to bring Rufus some cheese from the kitchen, seeing as he was overdue for a nap and frankly he couldn't remember the last time the little guy ate.
Placing the tools and things he brought on the floor, he gave Rufus the cheese. Taking a moment to watch Rufus eat and feeling a smile come to his face at the scene of him stuffing his face, he turned back to his desktop. Ron took a moment to power off the desktop and think about the 'upgrade' he was about to perform, while he unplugged and placed it in the center of the floor in his room.
Ron took the tools and began taking apart the tower case. Once that was done, he dismantled the rest. Then he began accessing each part to see which needed 'upgrading', could still be used or should be replaced. Following a 'feeling' of what the computer needed to reach the 'upgrade' he desired, Ron began his work.
Couple of hours later, with Rufus sleeping on his bed, Ron completed the 'upgrade' on his computer. Around him lay parts of various electronics used to enhance its performance, handle the greater power requirements and cool the computer so it would not overheat. By the end of it, he couldn't help but think of all the times he saw the Possible twins working on inventions of their own. Coming to the conclusion that with them, his own knowledge and villains' crazy inventions to take over the world, that he constantly had to find ways to destroy was how he learned so much on the tech side of things.
He was finally ready to attempt and find Shego.
Ron wrote the program necessary to hack into Drakken's system, based on what he remembered about its weaknesses when he had access to it and set it to work. The first attempt of the program took around an hour, before he deemed it a failure. Going back to drawing board sort to speak and trying to figure out the problem, he noticed that the reason for the failure was that the program was trying to 'ram' through the firewall and thus triggering failsafes.
Ron, realizing that his anxiety over everything and the need to apologize made him impatient, took a couple of deep breaths before continuing his work on the program. In his work, he lost track of time as he meticulously rewrote and added code to ensure that his program bypassed and infiltrated Drakken's system. At that point in his work, he realized that it would leave traces of his actions in Drakken's system so he added it to the program in order to ensure that his search went by undetected.
Looking over it one last time, Ron set the program to work and glanced over at the time, 1:43am.
"Wha-!" Ron muttered startled. It was just past 9pm when he started fixing and looking over his program. "Looks like I won't be done tonight." He mused, stretching his muscles before focusing on the screen.
It was almost an hour later when his program bypassed the last firewall and granted him access. He had 28 minutes 13 seconds before his program automatically began cleaning traces of his actions and left Drakken's system, meaning he had to work fast.
Luckily for Ron, pulling up Drakken's current location was easy, he was a couple of towns over in a time-share lair provided by Hench CO. The inconvenience was that from the looks of things, Shego was not in there with him, apparently having gone on 'vacation' for the next week, as per her contract. This caused Ron to feel relief over that fact, although he was not sure why, seeing as he only met her six months back when team Possible was asked to help on a heist she committed.
Looking over Shego's files, Ron found her bank account information and contact number, committing the latter to memory. Figuring he might as well start with the number, since hacking into the bank would probably take too long and he wasn't sure of success, he attempted to track its location. Ron manipulated Drakken's own system to do the work he needed and in minutes he had a destination, 8 miles off of Go City.
Smiling, Ron left Drakken's system, making sure the program eliminated his traces and started the shutdown sequence on the desktop, finally noticing the smoke.
"Aw Man!" Ron states moving to unplug the device. "Looks like I underestimated the power and cooling requirements."
After spending several minutes making sure the desktop was not on fire, Ron moved to open the window to let in some fresh air. Going back to his desk and writing a note to Rufus for when he wakes up. In it, he let him know that he would be back by evening tomorrow and that he should try not to eat all the cheese. Once that was done, Ron began collecting the electronics and tools, figuring he might as well take them back to the garage on his way out. Grabbing his 'bad boy' leather jacket he headed downstairs.
Ron placed the electronics and tools in the corner, finally turning to his 'ride'. The re-invented tricycle looked nothing like his childhood toy except for the three wheels. This new version is an ATV (all terrain vehicle) bigger than most dirt bikes and motorcycles, with wheels that could go on a Jeep. Looking it over one more time and marveling at his creation he put on the jacket and moved to open the garage doors. Rolling out the machine and waiting for the garage doors to close he pulled out his smartphone to input the address where Shego was, the estimated time was under 2 hours, meaning he'd get there just before 5am.
Ron grabbed his helmet off the handlebars, putting it on before moving on to his seat and placing his right hand thumb over the power button, waiting a moment for the machine to scan his fingerprint and the specific amount of time to press it without triggering the anti theft protocols. He powered on the vehicle, hearing the engine roar to life and smiling. He'd been trying to convince his parents to give him permission to buy a newer motorcycle, to replace his scooter, but had yet to succeed.
"Boo Yah!" Ron shouted as he began his ride towards the interstate and ultimately to Shego.
Hours Earlier, Hench CO. Time-Share Lair
Shego could not wait to get away from Drakken and to have some time to herself. Although she would not even admit it to herself, the experience with Stoppable had her on edge and listening to Drakken complain about her ditching him for Stoppable was not helping her mood.
"...and to think that my most trusted employee would turn their back on me!" Drakken shouts, still in a rant for the last few minutes. "Shego, Shego! Are you listening!" Drakken shouts looking over at her, filling her nails on a chair to the side.
Shego's powers flared in irritation, melting the nail file; she's had enough of letting him vent his irritation. She did feel bad about ditching him, that being the reason that she did not attack the man for his ranting, but she was not about to tell him that.
"Enough Dr. D, I'm going on vacation." Shego cuts him off before he begins again and flares her plasma on her right hand, daring him to contradict her.
"Ugh, o-of course." Drakken pauses, beginning to sweat. "Take the hovercraft." He insisted, quickly leaving the room before he heard the phrase 'Drakken goes ouch!'.
"Later Dr.D." Shego sighs to herself, before grabbing her stuff and heading to the hovercraft.
Once on the hovercraft and in the air, Shego debates whether to do her usual and head to a resort but after thinking for a while, she decides she needs to go home. It had been a while since she went to the property she owns and she knew that even at a resort, she would not be able to fully relax with people trying to get her attention hoping to bed 'The Villain Shego', but she was not in the mood for that, she needed to be alone in a place only she knew about, thus her decision to go home.
By hovercraft, Shego's trip was quick and uneventful. She was lost in her thoughts as the hovercraft's autopilot took her to her destination, her right hand index finger tapping impatiently on her long leg, still thinking of her encounter with Stoppable today. Soon her home came into view, snapping Shego out of her thoughts. Taking the controls to maneuver around the two floor estate, towards the pool area, where she planned to park and cloak the hovercraft till morning, when she'll move it to the underground garage.
Shego, carrying the stuff she brought with her, mainly spare suits, moves to the seemingly normal glass doors that are made to withstand the impact of a grenade in short proximity with barely a scratch. Placing the majority of her right hand palm onto the glass, waiting two seconds before adding her ring finger to be scanned by the palm print scanner built in, she unlocks the door and it opens with soft hiss.
"Home, sweet home!" Shego says aloud, "Code 13,01,0." Adding for the voice activated system to turn off the alarm and power on the generators. Without the phrase and code the house would go into lockdown in 30 seconds, disperse a sleeping drug and notify her that her home has been breached. 3 minutes after that, if the proper codes are not entered, the house would self-destruct.
Leaving her bag by the stairs, Shego stretches her muscles from the ride and looks around to see if anything is out of place. Not catching anything and seeing as the automated cleaning bots seemed to have kept her home free of dust, she prepares to go upstairs.
"Home, lock doors and enter private mode." Shego commands, effectively making the windows a one way looking glass, that, when looked at from outside, would seem like tinted black glass, but would not obstruct her view. She did not need to worry about sound, having had her home built with the best soundproofing money can buy.
Moving up the stairs to the master bedroom, Shego begins to unzip her 'work clothes', letting her beautiful breast come into view, her nipples a slightly darker green than the rest of her skin. The top of her suit, now around her waist after having peeled her arms out. She opens the door to her room, ready to peel the rest of the skintight suit off of her skin, but pauses feeling the need to check on the security network.
"Home, display perimeter security in master bedroom" Shego says aloud walking to the floor to ceiling glass windows in the room. As she watches, the windows darken and begin displaying live video footage of the perimeter. Taking the time to observe each video for a few moments, she nods to herself satisfied. "Home, turn off the security display in the master bedroom."
Shego turns and slowly continues peeling off the skintight suit, revealing more of her gorgeous body. Her proportions, that would make models seethe with jealousy, a body that hid power most bodybuilders would never reach yet not taking anything from her feminine appeal and skin which's softness rivals that of a newborn were her pride, not mentioning her hair. Working in conjunction with her comet powers, a careful exercise regimen and skincare products proven to be effective, she maintained her appearance. A scar free skin, even though she enjoyed fighting and spent quite a lot of time training in martial arts, was another result of her powers, one that like any woman, she was glad to have.
Although for a 21 year old, such care seems a tad extreme, Shego couldn't forget her school days. Being mocked for the tone of her skin, effectively leaving scars in her heart and alienating her from her peers. An added bonus of that experience, was that she put that much extra effort into her school work, finishing high school at 16 and getting her degree in child development by 20 although by that point she was already an established villain, she was not someone to leave anything she wanted unfinished and with online courses, got the job done.
Now, fully nude, she turned to the bathroom, leaving her suit on the floor, eager for the shower she was going to take. The bathroom was big and spacious, it was equipped with both a shower and a separate bath that fit at least two people comfortably, with built in hydro massage jets for relaxation.
Stepping past the glass dividing the sink and toilet, from the bath and shower area, she turned on the water and adjusted the temperature before walking under the stream. Taking some time to just enjoy the water, before grabbing the sponge and body wash and beginning to wash. Shego took her time, making sure to properly wash her firm yet flexible body before nodding in satisfaction and beginning to rinse off the soap.
Taking another few minutes to enjoy the water, Shego places her hands over her smooth belly and sighs. A few months ago, after spending a night with one of the few guys she's been with, normally preferring women, they have a more innate knowledge and how to pleasure a woman. She went to her doctor, realizing that it was a while since she started having unprotected sex and was due for a check-up. The results brought her to tears, the strength of her immune system was such that most foreign substances were eliminated quickly and her eggs seemed to be just as resilient, effectively taking away her ability to have children of her own.
Turning off the shower and realizing that she forgot a towel, her skin still glistening with water, Shego went out of the bathroom and towards the walk-in closet. In it, she had designer clothes from the most reputable designers. Glancing at a corner where she had a hidden compartment, where she kept a very precious dress to her that she had yet to wear, in a suitcase that ensured it comes out unscathed if the self-destruct was carried out, she turned looking for something comfortable to wear yet she could exercise in. Settling for black sports shorts and a matching tank top, she put them on without underwear, preferring not to feel restricted while working out.
Shego's workout started without a problem, going from stretching to a run on treadmill, nothing was out of place, this being one of the patterns she constantly uses. No, the problem started once she finished with the weights and moved to practice her martial arts. At first everything seemed normal, she moved around the specialized training dummy, designed to compensate for her above average strength, in a flurry of strikes. She used anything from fists, palms, nails, elbows, knees and kicks on her phantom opponent. From a distance it almost looked like a dance, her grace and technique on display, her actions certain and controlled. Then it took a more rapid tempo, her face morphing from a look of concentration into one of anger with her teeth bared, almost like her life depended on it.
In Shego's mind, at one point in her workout, appeared Stoppable's face but not with his goofy grin that at times she found infectious but the one from earlier today, one promising death. With that thought, came a plasma powered claw strike that destroyed the equipment breaking it to pieces.
"No!" Shego growled out breathing heavily while lost in her thoughts. Plasma was still visible in her hands, which she closed and opened not knowing what to do. Shego was not someone to fear anyone and the possibility was not one she was comfortable with. Resolving herself to fight Stoppable the next time he and Princess come to stop one of Drakken's plans, she made an effort to stop her powers, watching the green black glow recede.
"Home, what's the current time?" Shego states wondering the time.
"11:52pm." Answers the automated male voice.
"Ugh, can't believe I lost track of that much time." Shego grumbles. "It was just 8pm when I started." She continues shaking her head.
Shego, feeling her exhaustion from the day and workout start catching up with her, decides to forgo her plans for dinner, opting for a bath before bed. Quickly giving commands, so that the cleaning bots replace the broken equipment and clean the room, she heads down the hall. Taking leisurely steps towards the stairs leading to the first floor and coming up to another set of glass doors marking her garage, she takes a glance at her 'babies' before going up the steps. Coming up the stairs by the kitchen, she stops just long enough to drink a glass of water. Grabbing the bag with her stuff at the corner of the stairs leading to the second floor, she makes her way back to her room.
Picking up her suit off of the bedroom floor and bringing it to the hamper in her closet. Shego opens the bag she is carrying, taking out a couple of similar suits, underwear she sleeps in and towels tossing them into the hamper. Leaving her smartphone in the bag she sets it aside, already looking for a fresh towel. An hour later, after a quick shower and a long bath, letting the hydro massage jets relax her, she was in a matching black underwear that accentuated her curves and ready for bed.
At 2:41am, Shego's smartphone screen flashes with light, indicating the location feature was active. Under a minute later, it went back to sleep mode, the location feature turning back off.
The dream had started off relatively normal, Shego found herself at an island resort and was just enjoying the sun. She had on a black bikini and was seated by the pool. There were people of both genders admiring her, but these were not the looks she normally got, like a score to brag about, instead they resembled a kind and almost shy attraction, like they were looking at their first crush. It brought a small, satisfied smile to her face, content with the experience. There had only been one person to look at her that way, Ron Stoppable. Although he probably thought no one noticed his discreet glances, Shego was extremely aware when she was being watched, having suffered through countless stars in her life.
Then, Shego went for a swim, that's when things started to change. After a couple laps in the pool, he was there, Ron Stoppable coming towards the pool. He was wearing blue swimming shorts and black T-shirt. His physique resembles that of an average teen, not overly muscular or too thin. Shego was not overly surprised, he had started to show up in her dreams a little over a month ago, after she made eye contact with him when he was peeking at her, he had blushed deep red holding her gaze for a second before turning away. She expected him to seat himself on the chairs as it normally happened but he walked past them heading towards the diving board.
As Ron stepped on the board, he took a moment to look around and upon spotting her, flashed her his goofy grin causing her heart to slightly quicken. Shego continued watching him as he moved forward, jumped and performed a front flip off the diving board. Shego felt a smirk come to her lips, it seemed like Ron was trying to impress her this time around and for some reason she felt like playing along. Still observing the spot he went under, she found herself wondering why he was not coming up. When he finally did, Shego's heart sank, his skin had taken on a blue hue and his eyes had lost all warmth, now resembling the insane look from when he threatened to feed her to the sharks.
"No no no, this is a dream, this is a dream!" Shego's dream self begins to mutter, shaking her head and trying to wake herself up.
"You betrayed me, Shego." Ron states, moving towards her in the water. "I thought I made it clear what happens to sidekicks who don't know their place." As if on cue, fins begin to appear around him.
Shego starts to panic, not questioning how salt water fish came to be in a pool with chemicals and begins to swim towards the edge as fast as her limbs can take her. 'There's no way he knows!'. She thinks to herself remembering how she threw the fight with Princess. 'How can he?' She felt trapped and was trying to get away.
"Did you think that your performance would fool me, Shego?" Ron questions as if reading her mind, which was entirely correct, since this was her own mind showing her the worries she kept to herself, since she decided to throw the fight with Princess and get him back to normal. Worries of whether he noticed her actions and if the damaged Attitudedinator had malfunctioned.
Thus, the dream changed into a nightmare. Shego's attempts to leave the pool were useless, as it seemed to always be just out of reach. The sharks and more importantly Ron, closing in on her no matter how fast she swam. Never one to shy away from a fight, Shego brought her fear under control and decided it was time to teach Ron who should be afraid of whom. Turning, she willed her comet powers to appear and began her retaliation, unaware that her actual hands started to fling plasma around herself and that the automated voice of her house was announcing someone on her property.
8 Miles Away from Go City
Ron had not expected the estate on which he found himself at, expecting a resort or something along those lines. No, this was not in his expectations, when the house came into view, he found himself marveling at the architecture. It was of modern design with two visible floors, lots of glass windows (though they were tinted), to enjoy the nature surrounding it and enough space for a family to live in. Despite its size, it had not one bit of flamboyance, opting to show that its owner simply thought to have the comforts of modern technology.
Ron was lost in his thoughts coming up the driveway. He parked the ATV, leaving the helmet on the handlebars and powered off the powerful engine. Coming up the steps to the door, finally realizing that this part of the plan to apologize, never crossed his mind. Ron had tracked Shego down while she was on vacation, not even stopping to check whether she was with someone or letting her know he was coming. Add to that the fact he had threatened to feed her to sharks hours earlier, although he was not in his right mind at the time, Ron was becoming aware that his apology might actually be a trip to the hospital, assuming nothing unexpected happens.
Settling down by the door, to at least wait till morning, Ron began thinking through possible scenarios that his apology could take. Just after the 4th scenario, which had him dodging plasma balls and screaming for his life, he started getting a feeling that something was wrong. Thinking that it was just his nerves he chose to ignore it, seconds later a green and black plasma ball blasted its way from the second floor landing inches away from his feet.
'Okay not my imagination!' Ron thinks to himself hurrying to stand and position himself to where he can see if there are any more shots on their way. What he saw was an alarming amount of smoke coming out of the broken glass door with no sign of Shego. Ron waited a moment, expecting her to come out any second and begin blasting him just like in scenario 4. He started to sweat when the only thing that happened was another plasma ball shot through the window.
"H-hey Shego!" Ron yells hoping for a response, when he received none he added. "Are you okay?" Yelling louder but still not getting a response.
In moments, a change came over him, gone was the nervous and insecure teen replaced by a careful intellectual assessing the situation he found himself in. Still failing to see Shego's silhouette and wanting to make sure she was okay, he ignored the possibility that it was a trap, his instincts telling him that he needed to act, he moved into action. Ron took a look at the door, more specifically the handle and up to the second floor balcony and rail. Not stopping to think, he started running. No doubt in his actions he leapt, right foot stepping on the handle and pushing off of it, left hand already reaching for the balcony rail. His grip firmly holding onto the rail, quickly using his right hand to grab on and in one motion flings his legs over the rail and onto the balcony. Ron did not even realize that such a feat for him, would have taken longer than the second it took, probably losing his pants in the process. He will eventually become aware that from this day, he had stopped losing his clothing when on a mission.
Once on the balcony, he rushed to the already shattered glass door peering inside, he became aware that the plasma balls were being thrown from the right side, but there being too much smoke he could not see Shego's silhouette. Ron noticed the fire sprinklers were already trying to fight the flames. Taking a deep breath, he dove into the room, dodging another plasma ball heading towards the window and from the trajectory, faintly aware that his ride was in trouble. Rolling to his feet and moving in the direction he knew Shego to be, already wet from the powerful sprinklers, he came to a stop at the foot of a king size bed. The sight before him engraving itself into his mind forever.
Shego, wearing nothing but sexy black underwear and soaked from head to toe, was on the bed, her blankets torn to shreds and at times throwing plasma balls. Ron frankly thought to be in the presence of a goddess, her form ethereal, even as she struggled with her nightmare.
"Shego, wake up!" Ron shouts, shaking himself free of distracting thoughts and hoping to wake her. Having no effect, he moves to the left side of the bed, deciding to try shaking her awake. The result was not optimal, the moment Ron's hand came into contact with her unbelievably smooth skin, Shego's left hand wrapped around his wrist and moments later, an incredible level of pain assaulted his senses, as her plasma activated, beginning to burn his skin.
"Arghhhh-" Ron cut off his pain filled shout by biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He quickly noticed that after shaking her, she showed no sign of waking, remaining trapped in her nightmare.
Grabbing Shego's right hand, just above her wrist, to prevent her from latching onto him with that one as well. Ron started panicking, seeing as he could think of no way to wake her without the use of force. Without any apparent solution to his predicament, Ron decided to turn to the Mystical Monkey Power within himself. Closing his eyes, he began to search his mind for a clue and after a while felt something. Really, it was just a shot in the dark, one he fully expected to fail, leaving him no other choice than to use force, but to his astonishment it yielded results. In his mind he saw a blue flame, delicate and trapped in a corner seemingly about to go out. Thinking of Shego's predicament, he threw himself around the flame, as if to protect it from unseen winds and went out. He then began to beg for a way to help her, resolving himself for what needed to be done.
Across the world, in Yamanouchi Ninja School, Japan
Master Sensei's eyes snapped open. A smile was hidden behind his white facial hair, having just been in meditation, he was floating by a lone Sakura tree facing the sunset.
"It seems the chosen one has finally taken a step towards his destiny." Master Sensei whispers in Japanese.
"Is anything the matter, Master Sensei?" Asks a female ninja appearing at his side bowing respectfully.
"No Yori, it appears Stoppable-san is finally ready for his training to commence." Master Sensei replies softly, already beginning to think of the task at hand and how to go about completing it.