Chapter 5: Desperately Seeking Shego
Kim struggled to keep her focus on the road as she laughed loudly.
K: “Ha! HA, I say!”
What had started as simple request for more information about Pazuzu ended up as an exchange of stories between the two teen heroines. Most notably about the odd things they have seen in their careers and some of the comical moments their respective sidekicks have provided.
“I swear he just took a huge swig of the milk without even checking the expiration date. It took him about ten seconds to realize what he'd done before he blew chunks all over my aunt Emma,” Jen recounted as she wiped a tear out of her eye. “Big ol’ fat Aunt Emma!”
Kim shook her head as her own laughter slowly died down.
“Sounds like Dave is about as accident prone as Ron,” she commented.
S: “… and that's why Ron Stoppable, globe-spanning adventurer, wears `Depends’ undergarments!”
“Well I've only heard rumors so I can't really comment. And Dave does help out a lot, it's just that sometimes he doesn't…”
“Think things through?”
“Yeah.”
The redhead only nodded in understanding as she watched the road ahead of her. When she thought back on the last story, it did spark a question she wanted to ask, but wasn't sure just how tactfully she could do it.
“So…” she started slowly. “Speaking of your family. How do they handle, you know, your, uh, job?”
“Well my dad's uneasy about it, but I think he's accepted it at this point,” Jen replied thoughtfully.
“And your mom?”
“She's…not around any more.”
K: “Hello! This is Disney, the `great Satan’, after all!Do you realize how many mothers and fathers Walt has killed?”
S: “Princess, calm down!”
“Oh,” Kim gasped and could kick herself for bring up such a painful subject. “I'm sorry I didn't-”
Jen held up her hand to stop her even though she still hung her head. “Not your fault, you didn't know.”
“Still…”
“Let's just move on, alright?”
“Right.”
Despite the promise to move on, their conversation was halted by an uneasy silence.
“So what does your dad do?” Kim asked, hoping to steer the talks back to a happier subject.
“He's a technical engineer. Likes to tinker with all sorts of stuff,” Jen explained.
“Ah. Sounds like fun.”
K: “So… you say that your dad's single, hm?”
“It is. Especially since he's let me helped him since I was little. It's a good thing he did too cause that's what helped me get the know how to build my gadgets.”
“You build your own gadgets?” Kim asked as she tossed the girl an impressed look.
“Have to. I don't have a ten-year-old super genius working for me.”
“Well…that's…uh…” she stuttered, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“I'm just messing with you,” Jen replied with a dismissive wave. “Not everyone has a knack for it and like I said I was lucky that my dad showed me all his tricks. Plus I just think it's fun building my own stuff. Guess you can say I'm a bit of a shop girl. And by that I mean shop class and not, you know, shop mall.”
“Figured as much. So do you have any other hobbies or extracurriculars?”
S: “Well, I do have my own pay-access website… with a `Jen-Cam’.”
“Is this the part were you ask if I'm a cheerleader too?”
“Well…” Kim paused, not sure whether to feel guilty or embarrassed by the question.
“The answer is no, I'm not. No offense, but I've had some pretty bad experiences with cheerleaders.”
S: “Not me!”
“Ah. Well we're not all bad. Though there are some…”
Jen looked over at Kim and was amazed to find a grim expression on the girl's face and to see her gripping the steering wheel tighter. She wasn't sure what brought on the sudden outburst of anger and she wasn't sure she wanted to know. What she wanted to do now was steer the conversation back onto something more productive and less live endangering.
“I do martial arts,” she spoked up.
“Huh?” Kim asked, snapping out of her trace.
“I said I do martial arts. That's one of my other hobbies. My dad enrolled me into the class after he realized I was starting to follow in his footsteps. He told me that some of the other kids would be really cruel about it and so he wanted to make sure I could defend myself if they really started picking on me,” she explained. “Personally I think he still has a lot of nerd rage pent up and just wants to see me kick some bully's butt.”
“Ah,” the redhead muttered, not sure how to response to that fact. “So…any other creeps out there that you tangle with? I'm sure this Pazuzu guy isn't the only one.”
“Oh God how I wish he was,” Jen sighed. “There are too many out there.”
“There always are. You mentioned something about…The Prankster?”
“Yeah, him. He's…well he's psychotic. Pray that you never had to run into him.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Remember that story about the battery acid? That's one of the more tame `pranks’ he's pulled.”
“Ouch.”
K: “Yeah, and don't even get me STARTED on `The Ass-Master'!”
“Yeah. The worst part is he had some sick infatuation with me. It's really unsettling. Sadly, he's the only one that really takes me seriously on my own merits instead of comparing me to you.”
Again, Kim didn't know how to react to the statement. Part of her felt guilty, like she should apologize for something, but she knew that was ridiculous. It wasn't her fault that people couldn't the differences between them. It was just the way the public viewed things. How was she responsible for that?
Jen seemed to sense her confusion because she placed a hand on Kim's shoulder and shook her head gently.
“Don't worry about it,” she replied, lowering her hand. “It's not your fault most people are idiots.”
She chuckled at that. “Yeah, but still…”
“Let's just drop it.”
K: “I said drop `em, boy.”
S: “He's got a purdy ol’ mouth!”
After Kim nodded in agreement, Jen continued on.
“Let's see…I'd have to say the next weirdest villain I've faced after those two would have to be The Seductress.”
S: “… and `Leather-Boy’.”
“`The Seductress’?” Kim looked skeptical. “Someone seriously calls themselves that?”
“Yep.”
“Let me guess, she uses some kind of gas or powder to make men do her bidding?”
“Close. Far as I can tell she uses some kind of pheromone that draws people in and she finishes them off with a kiss. Then, bam, they're completely under her control. And…uh…it's not just men she goes after.”
K & S: “… oh?”
At that, Kim quirked an eyebrow and took only a second to glance over at the other girl. Her head was bowed down and her were flushed red. Kim opened her mouth to say something but Jen cut her off.
“I don't like to talk about it,” she said softly.
K: “But I did cobble together this PowerPoint presentation called `Kigo: It's Many Forms’.”
“Fair enough,” the redhead agreed. “Anyone else that doesn't have an embarrassing story attached to them?
“Well not for me, but there is one for Dave…kinda. Oddly enough with the only other female villain I've really encountered repeatedly. Calls herself Cobalt.”
S: “Let me guess… her power has something do with getting blueballs?”
Kim let out an exasperated sigh at the name. “And I'm guessing that her outfit is just that color, isn't it?”
“Oh yeah. Hair too.”
“I swear villains can take things waaay too literally.”
“Tell me about it,” Jen shook her head. “Anyway, the first time we encountered her Dave couldn't help but stare at her…assets. Didn't help that she wore her suit unzipped all the down to here,” she pointed to just below her breasts.
S: “Does she mean like this (zip), Kimmie?”
K: “Ooo… no, I uh, think she means lower.”
S: “Oh. Then like this (zip)?”
K: “… oh, mama…”
“Typical villainess. What it is that makes them compelled to wear skin tight, revealing clothes?”
The brunette shrugged. “Maybe they feel they need to stand out. It is a mostly male dominated field.”
“I suppose so. Still…”
“Yeah.”
They slipped into silence again but it was a more comfortable, reflective silence. It was an opportunity for them both to settle into their respective “mission modes”. They were nearing the hospital and Kim wanted to be ready for anything. She had sincerely hoped Jen had been wrong about Shego being in trouble, but from everything she had just learned, this girl knew what she was talking about. It was a little odd to have someone else who could understand the pressures of being a teen hero, but in another way it was quite refreshing. Though she still wasn't sure how she'd be able to handle having some else besides Ron on a mission. Let alone someone who might be able to keep up with her.
Jen had a similar thought running through her head. In her case, though, it was more about wondering how far she could assert herself. After all, this was Kim's town and her…friend so just barging in and taking over wouldn't feel right. Not to mention it would put her on the same level as Team Impossible and she definitely didn't want that. On the other hand, Pazuzu was her villain and she knew how to handle him, so she that made her feel that she had to come along. She just wasn't sure how she felt about playing second fiddle to someone. Especially when that someone was the person she was always being compared to.
They were brought out of their respective reposes by a light beeping sound that Kim instantly recognized as the tone to the Kimmunicator. She fidgeted a bit in her seat, desperately wanting to answer it but also remembering what her parents told her about talking on it and driving.
“May I?” Jen asked politely.
“Uh…sure,” Kim agreed.
With that, she reached into Kim's pocket and quickly fished out the device.
K: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”
S: “Whoops! Wrong device!”
She studied it for a second to find the on switch and was rewarded by the screen flickering to life and the image of a young, African American boy in a room full of computers filling the screen.
“Kim, I-” Wade started until he looked up at the unfamiliar face staring back at him. “You're not Kim.”
S: “Oh, but I could be!”
“And for the hundredth, millionth time, no I'm not. I'm Jen,” she replied, trying to sound more playful than bitter.
“Then where's Kim?” he asked.
“Right here Wade,” Kim replied as Jen held the screen towards her.
“Are you driving?” the boy asked after taking in the scene.
“Yeah. So sitch me.”
“Uh…maybe I shouldn't right now.”
“Wade,” Kim stressed his name in a tone that told him not to argue.
He sighed before he spoke. “I just got a call from the hospital. Apparently there was some kind of attack and…well…Shego's been kidnapped.”
K: “What, and just left the baby? How'd they DO that?”
S: “… judas priest…”
Kim's heart froze and for a moment the entire world seemed to disappear. Shego had been kidnapped?
K: “Ah, sweet freedom!”
How could that happen? How would she allow herself to be kidnaped? Unless they threatened the baby. And the attacker could still be threatening her now. What if he…
No! She would not allow her to think things like that. Shego and Shin had to be fine. They just had to! But she'd have to track them down sooner rather than later. Each second she waited was another second that something horrible could be happening to them.
First she'd have to go the hospital and check on her mom. She had been working there today as well so if the attacker got the Shego it was possible he got to her mom as well. Again imagines she'd rather not have flooded her mind and with that motivation firmly in place she slammed on the gas, not caring if she lost Dave and Ron, not caring if she cut someone off, and not even caring about getting pulled over. The only thing she cared about right now was getting to her loved ones and keeping them safe.
S: “And FRESH!”
Dave kept his eyes on the red car in front of him. Even if he did have someone with him who knew the streets of the town, he still didn't want to take the chance at getting lost. Mostly because he knew that Jen would tear him a new one if she did and he didn't even want to think about what Kim would do to him. He had heard stories that she could be quite…unlady like when she got really mad. So he watched the car closely and kept the distracting talking down to a minium. Plus…he really couldn't think of much to talk about. It wasn't that Ron didn't seem like an interesting guy, Dave just couldn't think of anything to talk about. Actually there was one thing, but he wasn't sure how comfortable the other blonde would be talking about it. Deciding it was better than the overbearing silence he took a shot.
“So,” he spoke up. “That Monique girl, what's her story?”
S: “She almost got time off for good behavior but then she shanked a guard…”
“What do you mean?” Ron asked, a bit surprised by the sudden topic.
“I mean like…is she single?”
“I think so. Why?” the other boy eyed him suspiciously.
“She was attractive. And I do like chocolate if you catch my meaning.”
K: “Oh, yes. He's like'n him some chocolate.”
“I think I do, and I'd appreciate you not talking about one of my friends that way.”
“Fair enough,” Dave said, bringing his fingers up from the steering wheel in a modified surrender gesture. “But if I did start you know…pursuing her would that be much of a problem?”
“That depends. Would this be like an actual relationship or just a sexual conquest type of thing?”
“Oh come on, do I look like the kind of guy that would just sleep with a girl then run?”
S: “Well, it's more like sleep with a girl then gimp away painfully.”
Ron glared at the boy with a look that seemed to pierce right into his soul. To say Dave was surprised by this action would have been an understatement. From what he'd heard and seen he never would have imagined that Ron would have been capable of such an…intense stare. It didn't help that Rufus he poked his head out of the boy's pocket and perfectly imitated the look. Dave glanced between the two and the road for a several seconds before he finally broke.
“I'm not that bad!” he shouted. “I would take her on some dates first and see what happened.”
Both Ron and Rufus relaxed at the statement.
“Then I wouldn't have a problem with it,” Ron said casually.
“Nope! No problem!” Rufus chimed.
“K: “Great! Then you won't have a problem with me using jello and a riding crop?”
“Sheesh,” Dave sighed. “You always like this?”
“Just when people talk bad about my friends.”
“Well…that's a good trait to have. Still, that's a pretty scarey look.”
“Thanks. I spent a lot of time in the mirror perfecting it.”
“Mission accomplished.”
Ron chuckled at that and then the two feel into silence once more. Again, Dave began to feel a bit uncomfortable and so brought up another sensitive topic.
“So what about you and Kim?” he asked.
Ron stiffened at the question and slowly turned to look that him suspiciously.
“What about me and Kim?” he asked back.
S: “What about YOU and ME and Kim?”
“Well I just heard some rumors that you two were going out? That true or what?”
Ron sighed and stared up at the passing sky from the open roof of the convertible. He wasn't really sure if wanted to answer that question or not. He was tired of having to explain how is relationship with Kim fell through, but at the same time this would give him an opportunity to say something he had been keeping inside for awhile without her over hearing it. Deciding just to give it over with he lowered his head and looked over at Dave.
“It's true, we were going out,” he said in melancholy tone.
“Oooh,” Dave responded, feeling a bit stupid for asking now. “So what happened?”
“That's what I've been asking myself. It just couldn't work, y'know…physically.”
S: “Ronald has a problem… `down there’.”
K: “Yeah…”
S: “Huh? What?!? He does?”
Dave quirked an eyebrow and glanced over at him. “Something you want to tell me?”
Ron stared at him blankly for a moment before the true meaning of the statement sank in. His eyes grew wide and he started to shake his head and hands furiously.
“NO! No, no, no! Everything works…down there! Works just fine!” he explained emphatically then calmed down a bit.
S: “Methinks he doth protest too much.”
“Just…not with KP. I mean it started out well enough with the kissing and petting and cuddling and that sort of thing. Then when we started to get more…uh…” he stammered, not really wanting to go into any details for his and Kim's sake.
“R rated?” Dave quipped.
S: “No children under the age of fifteen will be admitted during the `Mr. Jiggles’ scene.”
“Uh, yeah sure, we'll go with that. Anyway when that happened…something just clicked in our brains and we realized we're doing…things to each other when we've been best friend since Pre-K.”
The other boy nodded as he took that in.
“Yeah I can see how that might cause a problem in the bedroom,” he said.
“Yeah,” Ron agreed and lowered his head. “We tried a couple times but it just never felt right so we just decided to call it off. It was very awkweird for a while but eventually we got over and now are friends again. Just not like we were before.”
“That is the risk you take. That's why Jen and I decided not to mix business with pleasure. We didn't want to screw things up with our friendship or with the hero business. Plus I'm not really her type anyway so it wasn't too much of an issue.”
“Ah. So then…she's single?”
Dave gave him a sideway glance. “You're a glutton for punishment, aren't you?”
“Hey you asked me about Monique,” Ron countered.
“Oh I wasn't talking about me. Jen's the one you really have to worry about.
K: “Yeah, she's into bondage, `S and M’, scheisse… really weird stuff.”
Besides I figured you'd want a change a pace since the last time you went with one of those hero girls it didn't really work out.
“That's cause I've known KP all my life. I just met Jen so there's a chance it could work out better.”
“So you don't want to date Kim, but you want to date a girl like her. Well that's interesting.”
“Can we not turn this into some psych class thing?”
“Hey I'm not the one that wants to be dominated by a strong woman.”
S: “Ooh, yes, Mistress KP, I've been a bad boy and must be spanked!”
K: “That's not funny! He never said… uh… said it like… that…”
Ron crossed his arms over his shoulders and looked away from the driver in a huff.
K: “… actually it was a minute and a huff.”
“Not as much as KP does apparently,” he muttered.
Dave paused for a moment as he tried to make sure he heard that right.
“What?” he asked, looking over at his passenger.
Ron sighed and relaxed his posture as he looked forward again.
“It's this whole thing with KP and Shego,” he admitted. “I know Shego is having her baby and all and I'm happy for it. Definitely thing Kim should keep it and raise it. It's Shego I'm not so sure about.”
“Don't think she can handle it?” Dave asked.
“A little, yeah. It's also that fact that Kim's been spending a lot of time with. And yes I know she has to cause of the baby so don't start with that! It's just that…I'm starting to this…vibe from them. It's hard to explain but if I'm right then it's completely sick and wrong!”
“Well I told everyone what I thought about it but that somehow made me a creep.”
S: “… but I am suddenly getting a vision of me in the middle of a Kigo sandwich!”
“Cause that's not helping the vibe!”
“I can see it. Ask yourself this though, even if this `vibe’ of yours does turn out to be true, would that really change how you feel about Kim?”
K: “It'd sure better, `cause I want some hot loving!”
Ron opened his mouth to start to say something, but then closed it after he faltered. Honestly, he had never really thought about that. He knew he still liked Kim as a friend and even had some lingering feelings from their short lived relationship, which was another thing that he was conflicted on. Especially if what he thought was happening was right. But even if it was, it would still be the same Kim, right? She wouldn't be change that much, but how-?
His internal thought train was derailed though when the loudly screeching of tires and the slight smell of burning rubbing caught his attention.
K: “Well, I suppose that if you rub too much it might burn, sure.”
He refocused his attention ahead of him in time to see Kim's car speeding away from them.
“Well that's a big burst of speed,” Dave mused as he pressed the gas petal harder to keep up.
“Kim must have gotten some bad news about the hospital,” Ron guessed. “Quick, follow that car! Heh, I always wanted to say that.”
Dave and Rufus, who had been chilling out in the CD holder between the seats, both exchanged questioned looks about the boy before Dave ignored him and put even more weight on the gas petal in an effort to keep up with the Possible car. Whatever they were going to find at the hospital, he knew things were about to get a lot more interesting.
When she arrived the hospital, Kim found the closest spot to the entrance she could before she practically leapt out of the car and ran towards the building. She barged past the police barricade and step into what use to be the main lobby. Now it was little more than a smoldering mess. Twisted chunks of metal and hundreds of shards of glass lay strewn about, intermingled with burnt up magazines and pieces of the plastic benches. She stood there for a moment to try and take it all in.
K: “Yeah, at least there's great parking!”
She was use to seeing destruction like this when she blew up some mad scientist's lab or even on an arm base but never in a hospital like this. As despicable as her foes were they at least seemed to follow an unwritten rule about hurting innocent people unnecessarily. But an act like this…what kind of monster was she dealing with here?
S: “Rosie O'Donnell?”
It was then that she remembered the reason why she came here. If all this had happened in the lobby and Shego was kidnapped from here then what happened to her mother? She couldn't see any bodies lining around, but she figured that anyone who had been injured had already been attended to. So if her mother wasn't there then…
No. Please no, she thought, practically on the verge of tears.
“Kimmie!” a voice, a very familiar voice, called out to her.
Almost numbly Kim turned her head to find her mother and Dr. Anderson walking into the lobby from one of the hallways. To her great relief her mother looked fine except for a small bandage on her neck. A board smile spread across the girl's face a she ran forward and tackled her mother with a fierce hug.
“Oh thank God,” Kim mumbled into her mom's shoulder.
“I'm OK Kimmie, I really am,” Ann consoled her daughter.
S: “… with promises of a Kim-Anne-Shego sandwich.”
K: “Ooh… Ok, you sold me.”
“Are you sure?” the younger Possible asked, pulling away and checking for more injuries. “Nothings broken or anything.”
“I'm fine. It was just a little cut that Rich fixed up right away,” Ann told her.
“She's perfectly fine,” Dr. Anderson agreed. “Except for the whole being taken hostage thing.”
Kim looked at her mother in shock.
“It was nothing,” Ann asserted. “It wasn't any worse than when Drakken captured up and tied us up.”
S: “…mmmmmmm…”
K: “Later… later.”
A look of confusion and mild interest crossed Dr. Anderson's face at that statement, but before he could inquire further, a new voice caught the group's attention.
“I'm sorry miss by you can't come through here,” one of the officers said as he tried to push someone back behind the yellow tape.
“Look I need to get in there! I'm part of this whole thing!” Jen protested.
“She's right officer. She's with me,” Kim spoke up.
“Are you sure Miss Possible?” the officer asked.
“Positive. And so are the other two coming up.”
The officer turned his head back around and sure enough two blond boys were walking up to the entrance as well. He looked over at one of them and he seemed to strike something familiar in him.
“Yes, I know you. You're Kim's sidekick…uh…” he said, snapping his fingers as he tried to remember the name.
“Ron. Ron Stoppable,” the boy in question corrected. “It is too much to ask that someone remember my name!”
S: “'Dick Limpable’?”
K: “Yep, pretty much…”
S: “Ghaa!”
“It's a losing battle,” Dave replied, placing a hand on Ron's shoulder.
Ron just shook his head sadly as he and Dave followed Jen over to here Kim, her mother and Dr. Anderson stood.
“So what happened?” Jen asked to no one in particular.
K: “It was a boating accident, officer!”
“Well we're all standing around talking when the doors exploded and these big, ugly creatures came in followed by another big, ugly creature flying on something. That looked like a big, ugly creature,” Dr. Anderson informed.
“I can tell you right now the one flying on the thing wasn't a creature at all. Just a man dressed up like one.”
“Looked convincing to me.”
“That's what he wants you to think. So what about these other creatures? What did they look like?”
“Oooh,” Dr. Anderson mused as he thought back on the incident. “About my height, grayish skin, long arms, big nasty looking teeth.”
S: “The Humbug?”
“Grudgliks,” Jen muttered.
“Bless you,” Ron offered.
K: “Hey, the movie's making fun of itself!”
“No it's the name of the demon, a Grudglik.”
K: “ That dude from `Farscape’?”
“Is that good or bad?” Kim asked.
“Demons?” both Ann and Dr. Anderson asked.
“I'll explain later. At least I hope I'll be able to,” Kim told them then turned back to Jen. “So?”
“Well the good news is they're not very bright,” Jen started.
S: “… much like Ron.”
“And the bad?”
“They're hard to kill. They bodies can withstand a lot of punishment, but fortunately they have a pretty vulnerable and well presented weak spot.”
“So we can take them down?”
“Yep.”
“Then that's all I need to know,” Kim said with a nod then turned towards her mother again. “Mom, I'm sorry I can't stay but I-”
Her mother cut her off with a raised hand. “I understand. And don't worry your father's coming to pick me up any time now. You just got and save Shego and your baby.”
Kim smiled and gave her mother another hug before thanking her and heading for the door. The others followed suit, but Jen was stopped by a gentle hand on her shoulder. She turned her head to see Ann Possible looking at her in concern.
“I take it that since you know what these things are, you do the same thing my Kimmie does,” Ann stated bluntly.
“Well it's not exactly the same but-” Jen replied.
“You help people.”
“Yes.”
S: “… except that I'm not gay like Kim Possible.”
K: “You are so dead…”
Ann smiled. “Your parents must be proud of you.”
“Uh…yeah,” Jen said, not sure where this was going.
“I know Kimmie would never admit to it but sometimes she needs help. That's why I feel better when Ron is with her. But for this…” Ann paused and her expression fell a bit. “Well I'm just glad she had someone who's dealt with these things before with her. Just try to watch out for her, alright?”
“Not that I think she'll need it, but yeah I'll do everything I can,” Jen promised.
“Thank you.”
“Jen come on! We need to go now!” Kim's voice called out.
The brunette gave Mrs. Possible one last hope look before she turned and left to join the others. When she stepped out from under the yellow police tape, she found Kim giving her a cross look.
“What was that about?” the redhead asked.
“Uh, nothing,” Jen said.
“Alright. Come on we gotta go.”
“Right. Any ideas where we're going?” Ron asked.
Kim thought about that for a moment then looked over at Dave.
“Alright vision boy, you said you know where this guy's operating out of?” she asked sternly.
“I caught a glimpse of it, yeah. It's a warehouse,” Dave replied.
“A warehouse?”
K: “Huh? No! I, uh, meant to say `whorehouse'! Yeah, that's it! Well, we'd better go and find a whorehouse and rescue Shego!”
“Yep.”
“That's it?”
“That's it.”
“You couldn't get anything better than that?” Kim growled, almost grinding her teeth together.
“Well I'm sorry if I can't focus on the details through the blinding PAIN!”
Kim let out another growl from deep within her throat before she pulled out the Kimmunicator and switched it on.
“Wade!” she barked at the screen.
K: “Woof, woof!”
“Whoa Kim, what's got you tweaked?” the boy asked.
“What hasn't gotten me tweaked right now?” she retorted. “Look I need to know if you've heard anything about stranger creatures either walking or flying out of a building in the warehouse district. I find it hard to believe that no one would notice someone flying around dressed like some…goblin.”
S: “So… it's David Bowie that kidnapped me?”
“Demon,” Jen corrected.
“What?” Kim asked, looking at her.
“He's dressed as a demon. A serpentine one at that. Goblins are a completely different thing.”
“Whatever!”
S: “Is this going to be some sort of stupid `naga’, crap?”
Wade looked back and fourth between the two teen heroines with a very confused, and somewhat frightened look. Nevertheless he began to run the search Kim had asked for and within seconds stumbled upon something interesting.
K: “OW! Something interesting just broke my frigging TOE!”
“This might be it. A couple of people have reported seeing strange figures coming out of an old shipping warehouse for the past few weeks,” he told her.
“Got a picture?”
“Yeah, right here.”
After a few keystrokes, the screen changed from the view of Wade in his room to that of an old, three story building that had seen better days. Kim turned to the Kimmunicator to Dave so he could see the picture.
“Is this the place you saw?” she asked.
He took a quick look at it and instantly recognized it was the building he had seen in his vision.
“Yep, that's it,” he said.
“Good. Thanks Wade,” Kim said before shutting the device down. “Alright then here's what we're going to do. We're going to take the cars back to my house so that we can all change into our respective mission gear. Then we'll leave your car at my house and take mine to the warehouse.”
“Whoa! We do we have to leave my car there?” Dave protested.
“Because this guy's probably seen it before and knows what to look out for. He doesn't know about mine so we have a better chance at taking him by surprise,” Kim explained in a slightly condescending tone.
“She has a point,” Jen added.
S: “…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…”
K: “Hey, wake up. I think that something's gonna happen soon.”
“Fine!” Dave relented.
Kim nodded. “Good, now let's go.”
With the decision made, the group piled into their separate cars again and left the hospital for the Possible home. As they were driving, Kim thought back to what she had seen and what her mother had told her. She tried to keep her usual upbeat attitude about a mission, but she found it hard to when there was such a personal stake to it. She just hoped Shego and Shin were already by the time they found them or she'd never be able to forgive herself.
They have to be alright. I won't be late to save them again. I won't, she promised herself.
Shego groaned as she slowly began to regain consciousness. The very first thing she became aware of was the dull pain in the back of her head. The next was that her hands and feet were tied down. While it feel like her ankles were just held down by chains and mangles, her hands were completely covered by some kind of device. She tried to move them but they wouldn't budge and neither would her feet.
S: “Um… excuse me? What's the safe word? How much extra is this going to cost me?”
Figured as much, she thought. Yet another thing I don't miss about being a hero; having to worry about everyone around you. So I wonder where this creepy took me.
To find the answer, she slowly cracked open her eyes, expecting a blinding light to force her to close them again. Surprisingly, she only found a slightly lighter darkness around her. A quick look around told her she was in some old building that had long outlive it usefulness. She couldn't quite see the ceiling from her vantage point, but the rusted catwalk above made her assume she was probably on the ground level. She tilted her head to the left to find stacks of left over crates and broken pieces of equipment. When she turned her head to the right, she saw a yellow, demonic face staring right at her.
“AAAHHHHH!” she screamed in surprise, but quickly calmed down when she remember who it was. “DON'T do that!”
“Oh I'm sorry, did I scare you?” the man replied in mock concern. “Well…good! You should be scared.”
“Of some jackass in a Halloween costume? Please.”
“And how do you know this a costume?”
“Uh doy, I can smell the latex from here,” Shego remarked.
“Well then you found me out,” he said as he took a step to the right.
K & S: “… and bring your knees in tight… let's do the time warp again!”
“I suppose I should introduce myself then, I am Pazuzu.”
Shego snorted. “Pazuzu? Seriously?”
“You don't know who he is, do you?”
“Nope. Don't care either.”
“The real Pazuzu is a demon of destruction, droughts and famine in some cultures,” he explained in a malicious tone. “I intend to follow in that example. Reigning destruction down on all of mankind until only I am left standing.”
K: “I also have the power to make FFdN crash! Huzzah! There, see? Booga, booga booga!”
“Uh huh yeah that's fascinating and all,” Shego said sarcastically, “but what's it got to do with me?”
“With you? Very little. But with this,” he said as he ran a clawed hand over the bump in Shego's stomach, “has a lot to do with it.”
S: “A hernia?”
“Take your scaly hands off me you damn, dirty creep,” Shego growled as she struggled against her restraints and tried to ignite her plasma powers.
“Oh don't bother,” Pazuzu suggested as he stood upright. “Those are specially designed to negate your powers.”
K: “… but not her HAPPY FEET!”
“How…?”
“That's not important. What is, is this child you're carrying.”
“Don't you DARE think of hurting my baby,” Shego threatened again, even if it was empty at the moment.
Pazuzu mocked shock and hurt. “Now why would I want to do something like that when it was the reason I kidnaped you in the first place?” he asked honestly before another sinister smile spread across his face. “You see, there's an ancient demon prophecy that states that `a child not born of man shall become the world's greatest warrior’. Once I learned of this child and it's conception I just had to have it. It certainly isn't born of man, now is it?”
S: “This guy is a Grade-A dick!”
Shego glared at the smug, grinning idiot above her.
“Sounds great,” she growled. “Just one problem; I'm not due for another few months. And if you think I'm just gonna lay here and listen to you jabber on all that time then you're crazier than I thought.”
“Foolish woman,”
K: “Puny human!”
he replied. “Do you think I would seriously let you live that long? No, there are many spells and potions that can accelerate a human child's birth. Of course the chance for surviving such a thing is minimum, but if the child doesn't survive then it wasn't the one I was looking for. Oh well,” he shrugged. “Either way, you won't be around to worry about it. The process will most certainly kill you.”
S: “Oh, well I guess that's Ok, and… WHAT!?!”
With that he turned and walked away from her to another part of the room. She tilted her head up to see if he was gone and found him standing only about ten or so feet away in front of some kind of alter. It was looked like it was thrown together out of some of the extra crates laying around with blood red silk sheets laid over them. On the top stood lighted candles surrounding various bottles full of liquids and powders and a few other things she couldn't identify. Laying next to them were instruments ranging from blunt to sharp made from what looked like bones, none she had ever seen before.
K: “So much for socialized medicine.”
S: “Now, Kimmie, maybe he's one of those Wiccans. No need to be rude.”
She laid her head back down as she tried to think of a way out of there. If she could just move her fingers some how. Or at least get this creep to make some kind of mistake in her favor.
Hmmmm…that might work, she thought with a devious smiled. Aloud she called, “I hate to sound cliche, but you won't get away with this.”
“Oh? And why is that?” he asked over his shoulder.
“Doy. The girl taking care of me and whose baby I'm having is Kim Possible. You know, `She can do anything’? That include kicking your scaly ass. Trust me, she's fought people a lot tougher than you.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” Pazuzu returned. “But by all means let her come. That will only mean my demons and I will get to bath in her blood before we kill you.”
We'll see about that buddy, she retorted mentally. Kimmie will get here and find away to break me out. Then we'll see who's bathed in whose blood.
K: “Ok, there will be NO bathing in ANYONE'S blood!”
To Be Continued…
Chapter 6: Demon Night
The Possible family car sped through the streets of Middleton with a speed and fury that would make any race car envious. To the driver that's exactly what she was in, a race. Not a race against another opponent but rather time itself. Kim felt that she had to made up for all the time that was lost in the trip to her house and the change into mission clothes. As she suspected Jen had her own set, which like hers consisted of lose pants(though khaki instead of cargo) and a multi pouched belt. The difference came to their choice in tops. While Kim wore a black crop top, Jen wore a full navy blue shirt that was made out of a pleather. Apparently the girl had extra material laying around from her days in Live Action Roleplaying games. Unfortunately, that idea brought up very unpleasant memories of her cousin Larry. The other difference between their uniforms were the elbow and knee pads sewn into Jen's, which were apparently a kevlar mesh for added protection, though exactly how Kim couldn't figure out.
Dave apparently just when in his street clothes on all of their missions, which was just fine for Kim because it meant less time wasted.
S: “… dude… we are SO wasted…”
After they had piled into her car, Kim sped off without another word, determined to find the warehouse Pazuzu was hiding out in and stop him from hurting either Shego or Shin. The thought brought her back to the present and she focused on her surroundings. By the time they reached the warehouse district it was dark which provided them with extra cover, but also made it hard to spot the proper building.
“There!” Dave shouted, pointing to the right.
“I see it,” Kim said softly and turned towards the alley.
She parked the car out of a plain sight and they all piled out. The group stood and took in the building for a moment before Kim spun to face them and started issuing orders.
“Alright, Jen and I will go in through the top. Ron, you and Dave try to find a side and back entrance to come through,” she stated.
S: “Hey, Kimmie, get it? Ron's going in `the back way'!”
K: “Yeah, he usually does.”
S: “WHAT?!? HUH?!?”
“Right,” the three others replied together.
The decision made, Kim and Jen walked away from the boys toward the south side of the building, which was thankfully covered in the most darkness. They glanced up at the very top of the building again and could see a strong ledge they could use to pull themselves up. While Kim pulled out her grappling launcher from her backpack, Jen simple held up the smaller version attached to her right wrist. The sound of twin air compressors being unleashed filled the air as the two lines shot upward. Once they attached themselves securely to the ledge, their respective owners followed them up, landing on the roof with two prefect somersaults. The girls flash each other an impressed grin before moving to the roof entrance near them. Kim placed her hand on the door nob and tried to turn it only to find it…
“Locked,” she muttered. “Of course. I think I've got something here that can take care of that.”
“I know I do,” Jen said as she knelt down in front of the lock.
“Oh?”
Kim's questioning noise was answered when Jen produced a small object from her belt and showed it to her.
“A bobby pin?” the redhead asked septically.
Jen simply nodded and began to work the lock with the pin. Kim crossed her arms over her chest and stared down at the other young heroine still looking rather unconvinced.
“I really don't think-” she started, but stopped when an audible `click’ was heard.
“You'd be amazed how often that works,” Jen replied with a satisfied look.
K: “Snide bitch!”
Kim merely muttered something incoherent as she turned the knob and pushed the door open. She took the lead as they walked down the dark flights of stairs, their only light source coming from flickering flourescent lights overhead. She pulled out the Kimmunicator and switched it to a new feature Wade installed. A 3D wire grid of the building appeared on the screen showing ten different blinking dots. Six of them were colored a bright reddish orange while four were a dull blue.
“OK, so if this thing is working right then we're here,” Kim pointed to the set of lights on a stairwell. “Ron and Dave are just about here,” she pointed to another set making its way into the building on the ground floor. “So this must be Pazuzu and Shego,” she pointed to a pair in a large room at the bottom of the building.
“Right, so that means these other dots here are the Grudgliks,” Jen added, pointing to one of the blue dots.
K: “Gee, these demons are so tiny!”
S: “Uh, Kimmie, those are just the dots on the Kimmunicator screen…”
“Looks like most of them are on the ground floor. Two are moving around this main room while another is…getting closer to Ron and Dave.”
“I think they can handle themselves. At least Dave can and I'm sure he can look after Ron.”
“Ron can handle himself pretty well,”
K & S: “BWAH HAH HAH HAH HAH!”
Kim snapped, twisting her head to the other girl.
“Alright, sorry. Didn't mean anything by it,” Jen apologized. “So where's the other Grudglik?”
“Let's see…” Kim looked back to the screen. “Looks like it's on the second floor.”
“Right where we are,” Jen replied as she pointed above them.
Kim looked up and saw that they were indeed just outside the door to lead into the second floor. She put the Kimmunicator away and step over to it, grasping the long handle.
“Well let's get this over with,” she whispered.
Jen nodded and readied herself. Kim tensed as well before she threw open the door, ready for anything that come at her.
K & S: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!”
Which it turned out was nothing.
K & S: “… oh…”
The two girls looked at each other then shrugged and stepped through the doorway. The lighting on the floor was barely better than on the stairwell. From what they could see, they could tell the place hadn't been used for years. It was mostly empty with only a few scattered boxes and decks here and there. A hint of moonlight shined through the cracks in the boards over the windows, giving them a lovely few of the torn and soiled green carpet.
They continued to make their way across the floor cautiously. They knew the Grudglik was here somewhere, they just weren't sure exactly. Kim briefly thought of trying the Kimmunicator again but that might give them away. Instead she flipped on her pair of night vision sunglasses and looked around the floor. It didn't take long for her to notice another, slightly hunched over figure stumbling around. She tapped Jen on the shoulder to get her attention then passed the glasses to her. Jen looked in the direction she indicted then nodded before handing the glasses back. They crept over to where the demon stood and thankfully found a stack of desks to hide behind.
“Alright Jen, you have experience here. What do we do now?” Kim asked in a hushed tone. When she received no answer she looked back at the other girl. “Jen?”
Again the question went unanswered, but this time Kim could see why; Jen was busy pulling out various items from her belt. The first two were circular objects that with a push of a button extended to about twelve inches each. She placed end inside the end of another and with a quick turn they snapped into place. Next she pulled out another circular object, though this one had two holders sticking out on each other for something to slide in place. That something ended up being a pair of collapsible blades that each fanned out to become about six inches when opened. She snapped them down into the holders on top and with a smirk held up a very dangerous looking double-sided axe.
S: “… new, from RonCo™!”
K: “No, if it was from OUR own `Ron-Co’, it would slice, dice and make you loose your pants.”
She gave Kim a quick nod before running forward with a primal scream.
K: “Jungle love… oowe, owee, oh!”
This caused the Grudglik demon to turn towards here just in time to catch the axe to the forehead. Jen grunted as she pushed the blade in further, causing the creature to give off strangled gurgling sounds as a thick yellow/green liquid poured out of it's wound. It convulsed for a moment or two before finally slumping to the ground.
Kim had watched all this in wide eyed horror and actually felt herself afraid to move from the spot. Pushing it back she stood up and walked over to the horrific scene just in time for Jen to pull the weapon out of the demon's head. She placed a hand over her mouth to in hopes to keep her lunch down.
“And that's how you take down a Grudglik,” Jen explained.
S: “… an’ thatsh thae Chicago way.”
“Bit violent, isn't it?” Kim asked, still staring down at the dead thing.
“Trust me, that thing would kill you in a heartbeat. Now come on, we still gotta rescue someone, right?”
Kim made some kind of absent minded agreement as she continued to look down at bleeding creature at her feet. Although she had always claimed that she could do anything, this she wasn't so sure about. She shook it off and followed Jen. The girl was right, there was still a rescue left to do. She just hoped Ron and Dave were going to be alright.
Much like the girls, the boys found themselves wandering through the darkened hallways of the old warehouse.
K: “Be verwy, verwy kwiet… I'm hunt'n demons.”
S: “Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu!”
They had gotten by the locked door with an assist from Rufus and where now searching for the right direction to go. Without a Kimmunicator there to help guide them, it turned out to be quite a chore. Ron looked around in every direction he could while Rufus covered the ones he couldn't. While blinding walking into danger wasn't anything new for him, the type of danger he was walking into was and it was beginning to unnerve. So he decided to break the tension the only way he knew how.
K: “… by spanking his monkey.”
S: “GEEZ, Kimmie! You almost made me choke to death on my soda!”
K: “No, really. He has this little toy monkey. It's the cutest thing.”
“So you guys do this kinda of stuff all the time?” he whispered.
“You mean the demon hunting stuff?” Dave whispered back.
“Yeah.”
“Well I wouldn't say all the time, but…quite frequently yes.”
“Wow. That's gotta be weird.”
“Eh, you get use to it after awhile. Besides Pazuzu's not really that bad. The one you really gotta watch out for is Fearcrow.”
“Fearcrow?” Ron repeated. “Oh! I bet he's, like, a guy dressed up in a scarecrow outfit that uses gases and stuff to make people afraid, right?”
“No he's an actual living scarecrow,” Dave explained plainly.
“Oh. Well that is weird.”
“Yeah. It's a fear demon living inside that thing. He does induce fear but he mostly uses it to make himself stronger. Well pain the fight to cause we're never sure if we've actually killed him or not.”
“Yeah it's kinda like that with me and KP. I mean, we don't kill our villains, obviously, but you can never be sure if they'll stay in jail.”
S: “… yeah, and `cause KP an’ I believe in the 5th Commandment! So there!”
“That can be a problem too. That's the one thing I like about the demon thing we can usually just banish or kill them and never have to worry about them again.”
“Hmm,” Ron muttered, not sure how to response. “Guess we're lucky then that the only really mystical guy we tangle with is Monkey Fist?”
“Monkey Fist?” Dave asked as he glanced back at Ron. “And you think our guys have weird names.”
“Hey I'm not the judge on the weird name thing. The villains do that to themselves.”
“True. So what's up with Monkey Fist?”
K: “Do you mean other than his big red inverted monkey anus?”
“Crazy monkey obsessed guy, had genetic experimentation done to give himself monkey hands and feet, wants to be `The Monkey King’ always trying to get more Mystical Monkey Power.”
S: “What's new, pussycat?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up,” Dave interrupted. “You mean someone actually went after the Mystical Monkey Power?”
“You know about it?” Ron asked in surprise.
“Yeah we've come across it a few times while looking up other stuff. Never bothered to check it out cause it seemed too…stupid.”
“I have Mystical Monkey Power.”
S: “Yeah? Well, I have Muskrat Love!”
“Oh. It's still stupid.”
“Yeah I could really live without it.”
“Monkey! Phooey!” Rufus squeaked from Ron's pocket.
“Wait,” Dave spoke, remembering something else from the conversation. “You said he had genetic alterations done?”
K: “Very much like Oprah, yes.”
“Yeah. But a woman named DNAmy,” Ron explained. “Real whack job too. Keeps trying to make real life Cuddle Buddies.
Dave looked completely horrified by that idea. “This woman is a monster and must be stopped.”
K: “Again, just like Oprah.”
“Yeah. So why do you ask?”
“Cause we've crossed paths with a guy who was genetically altered. Calls himself Canis
S: “Cannabis?”
K: “'Cannabis, the Joint That Walks Like A Man'!”
and is some half wolf/half man kinda thing.
K: “… and his hair was perfect!”
Just wondering if maybe this DNAmy woman did that to him now.”
“Wouldn't put it past her. She is pretty…” Ron made his pointed by twirling his left index finger around the side of his head.
Dave chuckled a bit at this but stopped when he heard a slight snarling sound. He and Ron both turned towards the sound to find a Grudglik standing a few feet in front of them with is back turned to them. They quickly ducked behind a pillar and after a moment peered out at the greyish demon again.
“So what do we do?” Ron whispered.
S: “Get him drunk and `pants’ him!”
Dave looked around for something that could be used to take the thing down. When he found an old discarded pipe with a bent and sharp end he smile then motioned for Ron to stay there. He snuck across the floor to where the pipe lay and picked it up as quietly as he could. He checked to make sure the Grudglik didn't hear him and let out a thankful sigh when it appeared it did not. He held the straight in of the pipe in his head, positioned it high above his head and began to turn towards the demon.
“Look out!” he shouted.
The demon turned at the sudden outburst then cried out in pain as the sharp end of the piped was driven into it's forehead.
K: “OW! Those darn humans, they fool me every time… must die now…”
Dave grunted as he pulled the pipe out and took another swing at the injured Grudglik, this time knocking it dead to the ground. He let out a deep breath as Ron walked over to him. He and Rufus both looked in open mouth horror between the fallen demon and the boy who had just felled it.
“Hey, I warned him,” Dave said with a shrug. “Now come on.”
“Uh…yeah…” Ron muttered then followed him, idly wondering what he'd gotten himself involved in this time. Hope KP's doing better, he thought.
Deep within the main room of the ground floor, Pazuzu still stood at his alter, mixing his potion and oblivious to what was going on around him.
K: “… hmm, let's see… olives, little paper umbrella… check! Good, it's ready!”
His only concern at the moment was getting the potion just right. Once it was finished and applied to his “guest” then the ultimate warrior would be under his control. And if it didn't work…well he'd just leave Shego's remains for her “friends” to find and start over back in Los Demonios. Though he sincerely hoped he had not gone to all his trouble just to find out that baby was a dud.
S: “Princess, I've checked Yahoo, Google, the State Highway Administration's website… I just can't locate this `Los Demonios’ place anywhere.”
With one last mix of the bowl and one last sprinkling of powdered demon bones the concoction was complete. He smile as he set the mixture aside and picked up a spreading instrument. Bowl and spreader in hand, he turned and walked back over to where Shego still lay helpless.
K: “Now earlier today I baked some of this at 300 degrees… Mmmm that smells Heavenly!”
He let out a deep, rumbling chuckled as he saw the fight still in her eyes.
“Not giving up yet?” he questioned. “I almost admire that. But it's pointless. Once this is applied to you the process will be irreversible.”
“Touch my baby and we'll find out just how `irreversible’ your face it,” Shego said venomously.
“Defiant to the last,” Pazuzu remarked as he roughly pulled her sweater over her stomach. “Now hold still, this will hurt quite a lot.”
“What? You gonna make her listen to more of your babbling?” a voice quipped.
Pazuzu looked to his left side in the direction the voice had come from. Dave soon stepped out of the darkness of the corner and grinned as the would be demon.
“You,” Pazuzu growled.
“Me,” he replied before his hand shot forward and knocked the bowel out of the villain's hand.
K: “Ewww! His bowel was in his hand? Gross!”
“Oops.”
K: “I should think so! I mean, it was his BOWEL, for crying out loud!”
“No!” Pazuzu shouted, staring at the paste like liquid now spilling over the floor.
K: “From his bowels? GHAA!”
S: “Kimmie, relax. He meant… never mind…”
He growled in anger as his head shot back towards the one that he ruined his work. Dave gave a half hearted shrug of apology before the started to run back into the darkness. Unfortunately, Pazuzu proved to be faster than Dave thought for the demon quickly wrapped a yellow, clawed hand around the boy's neck. He lift the chocking Dave into the air with one hand and glared dangerously at him.
S: “Where did you hide those rebel plans?!?”
“You insolent little whelp,” Pazuzu grumbled. “I'll kill you slowly for that.
K: “… killing me slowly with his song, killing me slowly… with his song… telling the whole world…”
S: “Geez, I hate songfics.”
That last sound you will hear will be that of your vertebra cracking, one by one.”
“Pazuzu! Let him go!” another voice sounded, this one familiar to the masked man as well.
He held Dave firmly in his hand as he slowly turned around to see Jen standing across the room, hold her axe high for a fight.
“I'm the one you want,” she said.
S: “I'm Spartacus!”
“No, she's the one I want,” he replied, pointing to Shego. “You're just a bonus.”
“I guess that makes me an extra bonus, huh?” Kim asked walked up beside Jen.
K: “Throw me a freak'n bonus…”
“Kim Possible,” Pazuzu whispered, finally dropping Dave and giving the girl his full attention. “Now this is a pleasure. I've long wanted to cross swords with you
S: “Repeat after me… PIRATES ARE NOT COOL!”
K: “Now who needs to relax?”
but I've had to contend with your inferior imitation.”
“Who are you calling inferior!” Jen snapped.
“Let Shego go or I'll show just what I'm capable of,” Kim threatened, ignoring Jen's outburst.
“As much as I'd love to, I can't. I have more important matters to attend to. But my friends will be more than happy to keep you company. Kill them!”
At Pazuzu's command, the last two remaining Grudglik demons charged for Kim and Jen as fast as their squat legs could carry them. The two girls readied themselves for the upcoming battle.
“Ready for this?” Jen asked Kim.
“I think so,” she replied.
“Just remember they're not human and they won't hesitate to kill.”
K: “Yet again, another similarity to Oprah.”
“Right.”
With that, the two parted ways, each running to meet their respective opponent. As the fights began, Pazuzu turned his attention to the small puddle on the ground. There was still a chance it hadn't lost its potency but he would have to act fast. Just as he started to walk towards it, he felt something tug on his cape. He turned to see Dave standing on his feet and holding his sore throat.
“Hey magic man, we're not done yet,” the boy stated bravely then threw a punch that landed perfectly on Pazuzu's jaw. It was an action he regretted as in seconds his hand began to throb in pain. “Ow!” he shouted, waving the hand in the air to try and less pain.
“Foolish boy. My mask isn't just latex,”
S: “It's also Argyll and burlap!”
he informed, looking more towards Shego than Dave. “It and the rest of my costume have been reinforced with a kevlar lining. A little trick I picked up for you friend Jen there.”
“Well I'm sure she'd be very proud of that fact,” Dave quipped.
Pazuzu merely lunged forward and grabbed the collar of his coat before hurling him over the table Shego lay strapped to. A surprised scream came not only from Dave but also Ron, who had chosen that moment to show up and try to free Shego. The throw had sent Dave sailing right over the blonde sidekick and just missed his head by inches. Unfortunately that didn't help him escaped the faux demon's noticed.
“Uh…hello,” Ron greeted with a slightly nervous wave.
Pazuzu merely let out annoyed grunt as he unsheathed this sword and swung it towards Ron, hoping to decapitate the boy. Ron ducked the blade in time and it swung dangerously close to Shego's belly. Thankfully for everyone's sake it missed and the villain pressed his attack by lunging over the chair with the sword above his head. Ron let out another terrified scream when he realized what Pazuzu wanted to do with the weapon and quickly picked himself up so that it merely hit the concrete floor harmlessly. Ron moved over to where Dave was just coming to and helped him up.
“So what do we do now?” he asked, glaring at the angry costumed man with the sword.
“We…try not to die,” Dave remarked.
“Works for me!”
Kim performed a backwards somersault to avoid another swipe from the Grudglik's claws.
S: “… and the crowd goes WILD!”
K: “Yaaaay!”
The good news was that Jen's statement about them not being very bright proved true. It also turned out that they weren't very fast so that gave her an advantage as far as avoiding them was concerned. The bad news was that Jen had been right about their hardened skin. Every kick and punch she landed felt more like she was punching a bag of cement. Trying to reach the weak forehead resulted in her being swatted away like a fly by their long arms. So far she had been lucky and not received any serious cuts but she knew that wouldn't hold out forever.
Come on Possible, you've been in hundreds of fights before, she thought as she ducked under another swipe. Admittedly not against a demon before but there's still away to beat this thing. You know it's weakness, so how do you exploit it?
She lashed out with another kick to it's sternum to try and slow it down before he back flipped away to get some space to think. She looked around the large room for something, anything, that might give her an edge. She paused when she noticed several crates resting on a suspended pallet high above the floor. She also noticed that with just a little bit of prodding she could get the demon to stand right underneath it.
“Well that's convenient,” she smirked. “Hey ugly! Come on, I'm right here! Free Kim Possible dinner plate special!”
S: “MmmmMMM!”
K: “Hell, that's even got me drooling.”
As she suspected, the Grudglik took the bait and headed right for her. With a smirk she pulled out her boomerang comb from her pocket and threw it as hard as she could towards the pallet. It hit perfectly on the rusted, old hook holding the crates up and caused it to rock back and fourth. When the boomerang returned to her hand, Kim tossed it one more time and crossed her fingers in hopes that her plan would work. The pallet shifted once again and this time a slight creaking could be heard. One more toss and the corroded metal finally gave way, just in time for the demon to be standing right under it.
“I'd look up if I were you,” Kim advised.
The Grudglik did just that and had time to let out one pathetic scream for the crates crashed down on him, crushing him completely. Kim placed the comb back in her pocket with a slight smirk that quickly disappeared when she heard Ron calling out her name.
“KP! Help!”
K: “… help me… Spock…”
“Ron!” she called out in concern when she him and Dave ducking under Pazuzu's sword.
She narrowed her eyes in anger then darted towards the deranged villain. She jumped into the air as she closed in on him and took him down with a prefect jump kick to the head. He let out a scream of pain as he fell to the ground, dropping his sword in the process. Kim quickly stood up from the crouch she had landed in and looked over at the two boys.
“You two alright?” she asked.
“Oh I'm just fine!” Dave remarked.
“I'm good,” Ron stated more calmly.
S: “S’ Ok?”
K: “S’ alright.”
S: “S’ alright?”
K: “S’ Ok.”
“Good. Then you two go help Shego while I deal with him,” she nodded towards Pazuzu.
“Right,” they both said then ran back over to the table.
Pazuzu rubbed his chin as he slowly got to his feet. Even with his armored costume the blow still hurt. He looked over his shoulder and just barely caught sight of Kim out of the corner of his eye. He shrugged his shoulder so that his cape fell in front of his right arm to block her view as it slithered down to a pouch attached to his belt.
“Well done child. You're everything I've heard you are,” he commented.
“Flattery's not going to make me pull back,” Kim snarled. “You kidnapped the mother of my child, don't think I'll forget that anytime soon.”
“Of course. But you won't be around to worry about it!”
In an instant he spun around and threw an object at her from his pouch. It looked like a simple black ball, about the size of a baseball, but Kim had fought enough villains to know better. Thinking quickly she brought her foot up and kicked the thing away. As soon as it hit the ground it exploded, proving Kim's theory. Unfortunately, the second that one went off, he threw another one her way, causing her to jump to the side to avoid it this time. As he tossed a third one, she jumped towards him and used the resulting explosion to push her towards him that much harder and faster. They collided together and fell to the ground, hands intertwined and fighting for dominance.
As Kim's fight with Pazuzu continued, Jen found herself busy dealing with the last remaining Grudglik demon. It would be her luck to get the one that could actually carry on a decent fight.
S: “… or to be packing a roscoe.”
He used his tough skin to his advantage and blocked every swing of her axe with his long arms. Though it did seem to be doing some damage to him, it was obviously not enough to slow him down. Deciding she needed to be more aggressive she took a chance and after ducking another one of his swipes, tucked herself into a ball and rolled under his arms. When she stood up she found herself face-to-face with him, which she broke by slamming the handle of her axe into his chin. He grunted a bit and stumbled enough for her to bring her axe to bare. Before she could strike the killing blow though, he wrapped his long fingers around her waist and held her above his head. She let out a muffled cry as his claws tore through her clothes and bit into her skin a bit, but she pushed it back and slammed the axe into the middle of his back. The Grudglik screamed as he let, allowing her to vault over and land behind him. Unfortunately, the action succeeded in unlocking the blade that was stuck in his back.
“Crap!” Jen shouted as she looked at her now single bladed axe.
K: “For a close, smooth shave.”
The demon let out a fierce growl as it spun around and knocked the axe out of her hand, sending it flying to the middle of the room.
“Double crap!”
The two combatants glared at each other for a second before the Grudglik brought his hands together above his head then swung them down.
S: “Ah, the `Shatner Technique’. Very nice…”
Again Jen rolled just inside their reach but this time she jumped up and over the creature to land on his back. More specifically to grabbed the discarded blade stuck there. She pulled out it with all her might and with an extra added kick it came out, sending her sprawling to the ground and the demon stumbling forward. She was quick to pick herself up just as he spun back towards her. She grabbed the end of the blade and with all her might hurled it towards him. Luckily, the blow struck true and the blade buried itself in his forehead, causing him to wobble a bit. Taking the advantage she ran forward and performed a jump kick herself, shoving the weapon further into the demon's head and killing him.
Jen's sigh of relief but her moment didn't last long as she heard a pained scream. She looked across the room and saw Kim laying on her back with Pazuzu standing over her ready to strike.
K: “What? I just bet that this `Jen Credible’ wrote that part!”
“Kim!” she cried out and bolt across the room as fast as she could.
Surprising even herself with how quickly she approached the fight, she nevertheless brought her left elbow and with her right hand holding her balled left one, smashed it into Pazuzu's face with all the strength she could muster. He growled in pain as her blow landed in the same spot Kim's had but this time he kept his balance. He had no time to counter attack, however, because Jen continued her own, slamming her knee into his gut then finishing him off with an open palmed strike to the chin. When he fell to the floor, Jen jumped back to be at Kim's side.
“That's what the pads are for,” she stated as she held out a hand.
S: “You know, for those `special days'…”
“Good to know,” Kim replied as she took the offered hand and pulled herself to her feet.
“Still got some fight in you?”
“Of course.”
“Good, then let's take him.”
In the midst of the girls’ fight, Ron and Dave returned to their original mission, rescuing Shego. They stood on either side of the table and inspected the device the held the woman's dangerous plasma powers in check.
“So…what do we do?” Ron asked, still looking at the device.
“What are you asking me for?” Dave asked back.
“I thought you handled this stuff all the time?”
“Not this! Look, I get the vision, I drive the car, occasionally I'll hit someone, but for all the complex, electronic complicated stuff that's strictly a Jen thing. What about you? You deal with death rays and the like all the time.”
“Yeah but like you I usually rely on Kim or Wade to figure out how to actually turn stuff off. I'm more the button masher type.”
“Ugh. I'm being rescued by the Roxbury Twins,” Shego muttered.
“Hey, now is not the time to be snippy,” Ron admonished.
“No, I think now is the PREFECT TIME TO BE SNIPPY!”
“Well with that attitude I don't know if I want to rescue you.”
“GET ME OUT OF HERE!”
Dave tuned out the screaming by looking around for anything that might help them. After catching a glint of something he looked closer to find it was Jen's forgotten weapon.
“Hey we could use Jen's axe to cut your hands off at the wrists. That would work,” he suggested.
“We're not doing that!” Shego snarled.
“It's the only way.”
“IT IS NOT THE ONLY WAY!”
“It's one of the ways,” Dave remarked with a shrug.
Shego pulled at her restraints even more as she let out a scream of pure, unadulterate annoyance.
K: “Actually it was only 99.9% pure.”
Pazuzu grunted as he blocked another punch and countered it with a backhand that sent the brown haired girl crashing to the floor. He had little time to recover, however, as Kim landed another roundhouse kick to his chest. He grabbed the outstretched ankle and quickly flung her towards the just standing Jen. They collided with a soft “thud” and a shared groan of pain as Jen fell again, this time with Kim on top of her.
S: “You bitch! I turn away for one second and you're cheating! Oh, and to think of our baby…!”
K: “Uh… Shego, it's only a… never mind.”
The demon wannabe smirked then used the momentary distraction to put some distance between himself the two young heroines. He considered himself a decent grappler but he knew when he was outmatched. He had clearly underestimated the strength of the two girls and now had to work the fight to his advantage. Fortunately, he had a rather big advantage right there in the room.
K: “… because he uses Levitra®!”
“No,” Jen said weakly when she realized where he was headed. “Kim get up.”
“Wha-?” she asked as she pulled herself off the other girl.
“Snap out of it we have to stop him. We can let him get to his-” She stopped when the sound of an engine starting filled the air. “Glider,” she finished with a sigh and slumped shoulders.
“OK, dropped the ball on that one,” Kim muttered. “So besides just the aerial advantage what else can this glider thing do?”
“Well the lion's mouth can open and shoot out fireballs,” Jen stated.
S: “You do NOT want to know what its ass does. Trust me.”
“Great. Then we gotta take him down fast.”
Decision made, Kim ran towards the hovering glider before he could turn it towards them and shot her grabbling hook towards it. It clipped onto one of the wings just beneath Pazuzu's leg and with a screech of surprise Kim found herself launched into the air.
“OK, maybe this wasn't the best idea,” she mumbled as she hung on for dear life.
Pazuzu looked down when he felt the extra weight on the glider and was surprised to find Kim dangling from the rope.
S: “Hey, look… `dope on a rope'!”
K: “You get nothing from me, understand?”
S: “… sorry…”
Deciding to have a little fun he flew erratically around the room, turning sharp corners around the catwalks and pillars in hope of smashing the girl into one of them. Unfortunately for him she seemed just as adept at avoiding those objects as she was his punches. He let out an irritable growl after a moment.
“This isn't fun anymore,” he called out. “So this is where you get off!”
He moved his left foot from the security strap/control unit on that wing to press down on a nearly invisible button next to it. The action caused a scorpion tail to unfurl from the bottom of the machine and lash out at the rope, easily slicing it with its pointed tip. Kim screamed as she started to fall, but stopped when she was save by Jen who was swinging by on her own grapple line.
“Gotcha!” the brunette said as she swung towards the catwalk.
The landed safely but before they could even think of their next move, Pazuzu turned the glider around and began to launch a hailstorm of fireballs
S: “Ok, class, today's topic is the `mixed metaphor’.”
K: “Oh, he is SO going to be sending a `PM’ about that one…”
from the lion's head in the front. Each girl ran off in an opposite direction along the quickly disappearing catwalk until they were on either side of him. He looked back and fourth between the two of them, not sure which one to attack first.
K: “They both look so good!”
The choice was made for him when Kim jumped towards him as his turned his back on her. She wrapped an arm around his throat and tried to put him a choke hold, but found it very difficult due to the mask and cowl. He grabbed her shoulders, flipped her over him and sent her flying to the ground. She was able to save herself by leaping off some of the pillars and boxes and landing perfectly on her feet with her hands in the air as if it were a cheer routine.
As Pazuzu turned to strike at her again, Jen took that as her cue to launch her own attack. Unlike Kim, she went for the more direct approach and simply jump kicked him in the back. The attack succeeded in knocking him off the glider, but he was able to grab onto the inside of one of the wings before he completely fell and flipped himself back onto it without it even losing a bit of power.
Jen, however, was not so lucky. The impact from the kick caused her to fly backwards and, again unlike Kim, she didn't have anything to bounce off of to land safely. Thankfully she was saved a painful landing when the cheerleader ran underneath her and caught her.
S: “Hey, you're firm. You been working out?”
“Thanks,” she sighed.
“No big. We're even now,” Kim replied as she stood Jen to her feet. “So what do we do now?”
“Well usually,” Jen started looking up at the villain overhead, “we try to avoid the death from above as we think of a way to bring him down.
“Not much of a plan but at this point I guess we don't have time to argue, huh?”
“Nope.”
As they did their best to avoid the fireballs and bombs being dropped on them, the two girls were unaware that they were being watched by someone else. Shego sighed in frustration as they fight dragged on, desperately wishing she could go something to help. Instead she had to lay there and be subjected by the “rescue” efforts of buffoon 1 and buffoon 2. She was seriously beginning to rethink the idea of cutting off her wrists just so she could get away from their inane banter. At least it would be doing something. She hated feeling useless and right now that's essentially what she was; useless and helpless. She wanted nothing more than to break the restraints, bounce off a few walls and boxes right up to the masked moron and beat him within an inch of his life. But she couldn't. Even when she did get free she still couldn't add much more to the fight because of her condition. Again her maternal side and her fighter side came into conflict. She didn't want to do anything to hurt her baby but she also wanted to kick a little ass. She was still getting use to the notion of doing one over the other.
Something else struck her as she watched the two young heroines fight.
K: “They were HAWT!”
In just the short time they had known each other they seemed to adapt quite well the other others moves. The complimented each other very well and at times when struck identical blows. Shego couldn't help by wonder how differently the fight would have gone had she been the one fighting out there alongside Kimmie. With as many fights as the two had been in over the years, they had gotten to know each others moves rather intimately and could almost preform them themselves.
S: “I've, uh… been known to perform some of your moves on myself once in a while.”
K: “Really? That's kind of sexy…”
So if they were actually working together than imagine what a well oiled machine they would be.
K: “…mmmmm… well oiled…”
This fight would probably be over by now if was them out there. She found it a little odd that she actually wanted to help Kim in a fight but given all that they had been through in the past few months it seems almost natural at this point. What was really striking her as odd was the almost…envious feeling she had towards the Jen girl for being able to fight along is Kim. Where that came from she wasn't sure.
“I got it!” Ron said with a snap of his fingers, drawing the attention of the other two.
“What?” Dave asked.
K: “The recipe for the ultimate lemon square!”
“How to get these things off,” he replied, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his trusty partner. “Rufus!”
“Oh goody, molerat to the rescue,” Shego quipped, sounding less than convinced.
“I'll have you know that Rufus as figured out lots of complicated things.”
K: “… Rubix cubes…”
S: “… the general unified theory of energy, gravity and matter…”
K: “… how Eminem manages to sell more than one record…”
“Yeah!” Rufus squeaked in self defensive.
Shego just rolled her eyes and looked away as the naked molerat jumped onto the hand restraints and walked the length of the device, studying it. He “hmmed” and “hahhed” for awhile before walking over to the small control panel and pressing various buttons at once. To the great surprise of Shego and Dave, the device gave off a slight his then popped open, freeing her hands. Shego brought her hands to her face and stared at them in disbelief.
“I can't believe it,” she whispered. “The hairless freak actually did it.”
S: “James Carvel?”
“Told ya,” Ron smirked.
“Yeah, tol ya!” Rufus added.
Shego ignored the two as a devilish smile spread across her face. It was one Ron recongized instantly, for he had seen it pointed in his direction many times back in the day. It was a smile that meant someone was in for a world full of pain and was to be pitied by all. With a feral scream she sat up and blasted the chains off her ankles and pulled herself off the bed. Dave was about to advice her to get to a safer place, but the white hot look she gave told him to back off, which he wisely did. The green flames around her hands burned brightly with a rage she barely tapped into.
“I have only one good shot left today,” she spoke softly, mostly to herself. “And I'm going to use it on the jackass that dared to take me hostage, threaten my baby and tried to kill Kim. He is so going down.”
She let the power build a few seconds longer before bringing both hands forward and unleashing it with a hellish scream of rage and emotion.
S: “I am the God of HELLFIRE!”
As promised she made one good shot the tore the right wing off the glider and almost took Pazuzu's leg with it. As it was he flailed for a bit before he fell from the remains of the vehicle and hit the concrete floor with a hard, loud “thud”.
He groaned in pain as he slowly picked himself off the floor. His reinforcements only did so much to protect him and while nothing felt broken, there were certainly a few sprains and many, many bruises. As he tried to recover from the fall he, along with most of the others, failed to noticed the black gloved hand picking up Jen's forgotten axe. It was spun around to the blunt side was facing outwards and the hand loosened its grip so that the shaft would slide down until almost the hilt past at which point it tightened its grip again. The figure stalked towards the injured villain, determined to land the finishing blow.
“Hey scale face!” it called out.
K: “Actually it's 1 to 1 scale face.”
Pazuzu spun to come face-to-face with an anger Jen. The next few seconds seemed to pass in slow motion as she brought the axe upwards to smash into the underside of his chin. His head snapped back from the blow as the force of it launched him into the air a few feet. His body went completely limp as it sailed through the air and once again hit the floor with a sickening “crunch”.
“Now who's inferior!” she shouted.
S: “… bizotch!”
She dropped the axe then walked over to his semi-conscious form, rolled him to his side and placed restraints on his wrists and ankles. She then picked up her weapon again and walked back over to where the others were standing around the table Shego had been strapped to.
S: “… and proceeded to cram that axe handle right up his…”
K: “Shego!”
“Shego, are you alright?” Kim asked even as she looked over the woman for injuries.
“I'm fine now that I'm off the table
K: “… and on the wagon… hic…!”
and away from those two,” she replied as she jerked a thumb toward Ron and Dave.
“No love for the sidekicks,” Ron sighed.
“Tell me about it,” Dave agreed.
“Other than that, are you OK? Did he hurt you? Did he hurt Shin?” Kim continued to ask, still looking frantic.
S: “Geez, what's with the questions? I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition.”
K: “NO ONE EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!”
“We're both fine,” Shego reassured her, adding emphasizes by patting her stomach.
“Thank God,” Kim sighed and inadvertently hugged Shego.
“Alright, alright, I'm good I'm good. Just stop it already!”
K: “… inadvertently clutching Shego's thighs.”
“Oh sorry,” the redhead said with a blush as she pulled back. “This has just been a seriously nightmarish day.”
K: “… inadvertently slipping Shego the tongue.”
“Well get use to it,” a voice from across the room threatened.
All eyes turned to glare at Pazuzu as he pushed himself into a sitting position and smiled evilly at the group, particularly Kim and Shego.
“The word's out on your little prodigy there,” he warned.
S: “Shin's already playing the violin?”
“I was merely the first in what will no doubt be a very long line. Everyone wants to get their hands on that baby,
S: “… and I've got my hands on THESE babies!”
K: “Hey, leggo!”
either as leverage or simply a way to cause you two pain. There will be others and there's nothing you can do to stop it.”
The members of the group looked at each other for a moment, unsure of the best way to handle the situation. Shego glared at the captured villain then looked back to Jen.
“That mask just comes off right?” she asked.
“Uh…as far as I know. Usually I let the authorities handle that,” Jen replied.
“Well let's find out.”
Shego made a purposeful stride over to Pazuzu, flipped back the hood then grabbed a handful of the latex mask,
K: “… and a handful of latex codpiece…”
not caring if she was pulling out here or even some scalp. With a hard yank the mask came off to reveal a bald man in about this mid-30s.
S: “…heh… heh… Hey Butthead. He's old…”
K: “Yeah! Heh… He's gonna die soon! Heh!”
He stared up at Shego with hatred burning in his bright yellow eyes. She returned the gaze ten fold, causing him to flinch slightly. The next action was her fist slamming hard into his jaw, knocking him over as a loud cracking sound filled the air. His head bounced of the concrete one before coming to rest as he fell unconscious. Shego then walked calmly back to the others and handed the mask to Jen.
“Here have a souvenir,” she simply said.
S: “… and tossed her the codpiece.”
Kim looked over at Pazuzu's limp form then back over to Shego, confusion and worry written all over her face.
“Shego, you didn't?” she asked.
K: “… inadvertently kneading Shego's ass.”
“Relax he'll be fine. He'll just have to get his food through a straw for awhile,” Shego dismissed.
“Still kinda harsh,” Ron mumbled.
“Yeah well, he pissed me off. Plus he tried to mess with my baby. No one does that.”
“At least not without getting hurt,” Kim added, surprising Ron and Shego. “Shin is my baby too and I'm going to everything I protect her.” She placed her hand Shego's stomach before looking up into the woman's eyes. “And you.”
K: “… inadvertently nuzzling Shego's breasts.”
S: “Alright, cut it out, already!”
“Hold me,” Dave spoke up.
“Could you be serious for one second?” Jen admonished.
“I am serious. Hold me!” he repeated as he held his head.
All too familiar with this action, Jen reached out for his shoulders and held him firmly as the latest vision ripped through his mind.
K: “Previously on `Farscape'…”
He saw images of a short hair blonde woman standing over a struggling Kim atop a skyscraper. Another image of a flurry of monkeys dressed in black. A large woman with glasses in some strange lab prodding Shego. Men in red and white uniforms with Greek letters chasing Kim through a mall. Flocks of birds swarming Kim, Shego, and Ron while a man in a bird costume laughed triumphantly. A robotic blue face glaring angrily at Kim while somewhere midst of a battle Shego cried out in unimaginable pain. His head snapped up when it was all over and he looked at the other three, specifically the two woman and was unsure what to say.
“What was that!” Ron asked, feeling a bit freaked out.
S: “Movie trailers.”
“Vision,” Dave sighed.
“And?” Jen prodded.
“And I really hate to agree with the man laying on the floor with the broken jaw, but he's right. A lot of people are gonna be coming after your baby.”
A heavy silence hung in the air at that statement. Kim had wanted to believe that this was just a one time incident, but she was only fooling herself. If the word really was out about her baby then she knew a lot of her other villains would try to come after it. And apparently she wouldn't have just her villains to worry about either. There may be dark times ahead, but she was ready to face them. She wasn't so sure about Shego. Though she would never admit it, Kim suspected this incident had taken its toll on her. So how could she handle being the target of so many of her former peers during the rest of her pregnancy?
“Bring `em on,” Shego spoke quietly, as if hearing Kim's thought.
“What!” Kim shouted in surprised.
“You heard me, they want a fight we'll give `em a fight. If they thought I was bad news when I worked for Drakken just let them try to take my baby!” she screamed with a fury that would make the devil himself quake with fear.
K: “Hi, I'm Satan, and I gotta tell ya folks, I'm a little freaked out!”
Kim stared at the front door to her house longingly. It had been a trying day and all she really wanted to do right now was to go inside and rest. But there was something else she had to do first. She turned around to face Jen Credible, the girl who proclaimed to be “fighting the good fight”. After everything she had seen today she understood the meaning to her slogan.
“Thanks for all your help,” Kim said, holding a hand out.
K: “Here, is this yours?”
S: “Eww! Kimmie, drop that hand! You don't know where it's been!”
Jen smiled broadly as she took the offered hand and shook it.
“Not a problem. It's what I do. And it was an honor working with you,” she gushed.
“Same here,” Kim replied pulling back her hand. “If this is what you have to deal with on a daily basis, then you definitely deserve more credit than people seem to be giving you.”
“It's nothing really. You're still the best around. I mean, I can't understand how you can save the whole world all the time and still do the cheerleader thing and all that stuff.”
S: “Oh, get a room!”
“It is hard, but someone has to do it.”
After a mutual nod of agreement, Kim turned and started to walk towards her door when Jen called out to her.
“Just one more thing,” she said.
“Yeah?” Kim asked, turning back to her.
“What's going on between you and Shego?” Jen asked, tilting her head towards the house.
“W-what do you mean?” the redhead asked, suddenly feeling nervous for some reason.
K: “We're NOT gay!”
“I think it's pretty obvious there's something else going on besides you just protecting her for the sake of your child. You two almost seem like friends now.”
“Well…I guess you could say we are. I mean I know it's seems weird but…I guess it just had to happen, right?”
K: “Just not gay-like!”
“Not really,” Jen countered. “She could have just taken the baby and ran or not told you about it at all.”
Kim seemed to think this over for a moment. “You're right. In fact she almost tried to do that at first. But when I told her I wanted to help her she caved in surprisingly quickly. After that we've been getting along pretty well. Well at least as well as we can.”
“Those who communicate with their fists,” the brunette mutter shaking her head in amusement.
“What?”
“It's something from an anime I watched a few years back.
S: “Geez… first it's pirates and now anime… have we had vampires or ninjas, yet?”
K: “Nope, but I wouldn't be surprised.”
Can't remember the whole thing now, but the gist is that those who communicate with their fists, basically you, Shego and me, and I guess Cobalt, she's pretty good. Kinda like my Shego actually,” Jen rambled a bit then shook her head to get herself back on track. “Anyway, we all have a…bond between us that even we don't really know about.” She illustrated point by throwing a soft punch at Kim, which the girl expertly caught in her right hand. “See? You know that was coming without any warning at all. That's what the bond is. It's a form of respect we have between each other that we're not even that aware of. It's what pushes us to be just a little better than our opponent, just a little faster, or stronger or agile or whatever. That need to be at the very top of your game and give them everything you've got.”
“Cause if you don't you'd just be insulting them and yourself,” Kim concluded. “I see where you're going now. Because we already had that respect built up it was easier to build a friendship once we found something that forced us to put aside our grudge.”
K: “… and our knickers!”
“Exactly,” Jen remarked, pulling back her fist.
“So you feel the same way for this Cobalt woman then?”
K: “All gay and stuff?”
“Well, the respect yeah cause she is pretty damn good. But…” she paused as she figured out the best way to put her next remark. “Well let's just say I don't think I could handle the kind of situation you're in.”
Kim chuckled and waved her off. “Don't worry about it. If I think too much about it I get freaked out.”
Jen was about to say something else when she was interrupted by her cell phone. After fishing around for it in her pocket, she pulled it out and held it up to her ear.
“Hello?” she asked.
S: “Whazzzup!”
K: “Waaazzzuuupp!”
“Oh Rose, what's up?” She paused to listen to the response. “Ah. Well it'll take us a bit of time to get back into town but yeah we'll look into it.” Another pause. “Well…then tell them not to go in there. Look we'll talk about it more when I get back. Bye.” She placed the phone back in her pocket and looked at Kim again. “Well gotta go, duty calls.”
“Right. Good luck,” Kim well wished.
“You too. And if you need anything else,
S: “… call me, beep me…”
you know how to reach me.”
K: “Hey, that's mine!”
“Same here.”
Kim waved Jen and Dave goodbye as the sped off into the night. She let out a small sigh of relief at the idea of finally being able to relax a bit. When she stepped into the house, however, her mission senses automatically kicked in and told her something was wrong. She wasn't sure just what was wrong just that something was wrong. It became a little more clear when she walked into the living room and found Shego sitting on the and only half watching the TV. The other half of her mind seemed to be fuming about something.
“Uh…Shego? Are you OK?” Kim asked as she approached cautiously.
K: “… inadvertently sliding three fingers into Shego's… ”
S: “Ok, stop it! It was funny at first, now it's just dumb!”
“I'm just peachy,” Shego answered, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “I mean I was just taken hostage today like some crying little girl! I wasn't even able to do anything about it. Noooo, I had to wait for the great Kim Possible to come save me. Oh and her new special friend Jen Credible. Hooray!” She held her hands together and shook them in an exaggerated way.
Kim felt extremely confused. She could understand Shego hating the idea of feeling weak, but what did Jen have to do with any of this? Carefully, she made her way over to the couch and sat beside the pregnant woman. She tried to place a comforting hand over Shego's, but she just snatched it away. Kim took in a deep, calming breath, before she could even try to say anything.
“OK,” she said with an exhale. “So let's try this again. You're mad, I get that. You were taken hostage and you didn't like it.”
“Damn right I didn't like it!” Shego snapped, glaring dangerously at Kim. “Let me explain things to your Princess, I do the kidnapping, I don't get kidnapped. And even on the off chance that I did, I certainly don't get saved by Kim Possible, her sidekick and two wannabes!”
K: “… and the award for `Most Dramatic Performance’ goes to… Shego!”
There it was again.
“What has Jen or Dave got to do with any of this?” Kim asked.
“Everything!” Shego shouted as she threw her hands in the air.
K: “Touchdown!”
“I mean it was her stupid bad guy that kidnapped me after all! And then here you two come saving the day and making everything right with the world. Just fighting along side each other like you're been best friends forever.”
Kim quirked an eyebrow. Was this really bothering her that much?
“And?” she questioned, trying to get an honest response.
“And…and…and it should have been me!” the pale woman erupted. “I should have been the one fighting along side you and rescuing the poor shmuck instead of being the poor shmuck. But instead I had to lay there and be with the other girl while I was helpless to do anything. Just…so…helpless.”
S: “… sniff…”
K: “What?”
S: “Nothing… my nose was running… and there was something in my eye.”
The situation turned even more bizarre when she saw something she never thought she'd seeing; Shego starting to cry. Of course she tried to fight it back by hiding her sniffles and discretely rubbing her eyes, but soon enough she broke out into a full sob, head buried in her hands and all. Kim shifted nervously at the very strange and uncomfortable sight.
Alright, this has to be a hormone thing, she reasoned. So what do I do?
The question plagued Kim's mind as she continued to watch the woman she use to have deadly fist fights with cry like a child that lost its favorite toy. It might have been the very surreal circumstances involved that prevented her from think of anything, but she just couldn't for the life of her come up with a comforting word. So instead she decided to go for the next best thing.
K: “…sniffle…”
S: “You say something, Kimmie?”
K: “Nope.”
“Come here,” she said softly as she pulled Shego into a caring embrace.
Shego took a moment out of her crying to be surprised, but it quickly returned in full. She wrapped her arms around Kim's back and rested her head in the girl's shoulder as the tears continued.
“Shhh, it's alright,” Kim whispered as she rubbed Shego's back.
S: “… sob…”
K: “…sniff…”
“I hate this,” the other woman murmured. “Its worse than those damn Moodulators cause I can't just turn this off.”
“It's just a natural result of the pregancy.”
“But I don't want it to be. I don't want to a blubbering mess. I don't want to be…weak.”
“You're not weak. You're one of the strongest people I know.”
K & S: “WWHHHAAAAAA!”
That was the magic phrase was looking for earlier. With just that one sentence Shego knew the cheerleader was right. She was one of the strongest people, not just that Kim knew, but in the world. She could beat these stupid, erratic emotions. She just needed time to wade them out. And someone to knock some sense into her. Apparently, that job belonged to Kim and she couldn't be happier about it. Shego let out a content sigh as she nuzzled the girl's neck a bit.
S: “I love you!”
K: “I love you more!”
It was then that she realized what she was doing. She was actually nuzzling Kim Possible's neck. Not to mention hugging and being hugged by her. And she liked it. More than she probably should.
K: “… but straight-like, not gay-like.”
“Alright, hugging time's over now,” she demanding, trying to go back to her usual tough girl, “I don't care” attitude as they broke apart.
“Feeling better?” Kim asked as she readjusted herself.
“Yeah I'm fine. Think I'll watch some TV now,” Shego replied, picking up the remote and flipping through the channels.
S: “See? I just knew it. D.E.B.S. is on!”
“You sure you don't want to go to bed? I mean a lot happened today and it is pretty late.”
“I thought you're suppose to be Shin's mom not mine. Besides I feel-” her statement was stopped when a loud yawn worked it's way up from her throat.
K: “…BUUURRRPP… oh, excuse me…”
Kim gave a triumphant smirk at that.
“Shut up,” Shego muttered.
“Like I was saying-” Kim started but stopped when she had to yawn as well.
“Now who's tired?” Shego gloated.
“Well my day was busy too. And I'll have you know I was planning on going to bed. But…now I can't move,” she said, trying to get up and falling back as if proving her point.
“Believe me I know the feeling. How about we just sit here and watch TV for a bit? We'll get to bed later.”
“Agreed.”
They settled down more comfortably on the couch and stared at the TV as Shego finally stopped on the Comedy Channel.
K: “The same bastards that cancelled `MST3K'!”
S: “Damn you, Comedy Central!”
On the screen was a comedian standing in front of a blue curtain with a strange purple and yellow puppet perched on a stood next to him. They were into a routine about what city they were in, which the two ladies found quite enjoyable. No doubt they would have liked the rest of the show as well but not long after they started watching, exhaustion took over and they each feel into a deep sleep. During the course of which Shego ended up resting her head on Kim's shoulder while Kim rest her head on the top of Shego's. She also laid her right hand on top of Shego's right while the pale woman's own right hand was resting on her belly. They each had a comfortable, dreamy smile on their faces as left the outside world, completely oblivious to anything around them. Including a bright flash and twin sets of laughter running up the stairs.
To Be Continued…