“Hello, Ron,” Mrs. Stoppable as her son walked through the door. “Who's your friend?” She pointed at the man with the blue skin and ponytail.
“Uh, he's Drew. He's getting his G.E.D. at school and I have to tutor him,” Ron said nervously. His mother would freak if she knew this man was a really a super villain bent on world domination.
“Alright, dinner would be ready soon.”
“Alright, thanks mom,” Ron said while shoving the every peeved villain up the stairs.
“Stop shoving, and don't ever call me Drew again!” Drakken said a harsh tone. He was lead to a very familiar room on the right, it was like in the security videos, it was a bit messy and very boyish with a naked mole rat sleeping peacefully in his cage. “Alright, let's get down to business.” Drakken said while taking a seat at the desk, he lazily hung on arm over the back. “A few days ago Shego goes out, normally she only does this ether when she's feeling depressed, frustrated or having that thingy with the monthly monster visits?”
“A period?”
“Boy, a period isn't quite the word to describe what she goes through.”
“You think that's bad, try being around KP during that time,” Ron took a second to remember than shivered. “It's almost enough to scare one off of woman some times.”
“Alright, enough of this.” Drakken waved a hand, “we need to have a plan on how to find Shego. I figure the only way is to contact Kim Possible.”
“Dude, do you have to say everything so dynamically?” Ron asked.
“Yes, it is apart of being a villain, boy.” He said doing the hand wave again, only this time he accidentally knocked over a cardboard box. It's contents spilled out onto the floor, some of which made him raise a brow.
“Swank and hung and low?” Drakken picked them up. Ron quickly snatched them away and place the box back into it's place.
“I said almost, almost to scare one off.”
Kim had receive the news on her way home, it was good news for a change. Shego's stable.
She sighed relief just as she turn the corner towards her home, the house was dark and there were no cars in the driveway. Which meant she was going to be alone tonight, and she was just fine with that idea.
Opening the door she heard the phone ringing. Let it ring, Kim thought, making her way to the stairs in the dark. I'm in no mood. The answering machine responded, once it started to record she heard Bonnie's voice.
“Hello, Kim, there is something very important I want to talk to you about. When you get this message call me back.”
Kim stood there in the middle of the stairs thinking about what she wanted, Kim thought about it than kept going to her room; whatever it was it could wait.
Shego, please make it through.
She hung up, no body had answered the phone. Maybe it was for the best, maybe she should just keep her mouth shut about this.
You'll just drive yourself mad, Bonnie. She silenced the nagging voice while taking a seat on the edge of the bed, looking up at the desktop calendar. It would about a week since she told her parents about her “choice”, her mother got mad for a moment but she learn (sort of) to except it; her father just shrugged it off.
Bonnie looked around, she can't stand to wait.
Kim, please call.
“Kimmy bear?” Kim open her eyes when she heard her mother's voice, lifting herself from her bed and looking over to the door she saw her mother standing in the door.
“Hi, mom.”
“Is something wrong?” Her mother walked over to take a seat on the edge of the bed, “what happen today?” Kim lowered her head back onto the pillow, a sign that she didn't want to talk about it. “Come on, you know you can talk to me if something is bothering you.”
“She's in the ICU,” Kim said in a dulled tone. “And I couldn't help her.”
“Who's in the ICU? Ronald? Monique? Bonnie?”
“No. Shego, I found her beaten to near death,” Kim was close to tears. “I couldn't have stopped it, I couldn't prevent it happening.”
“Kimmy bear,” her mother said while trying to comfort her daughter. “Kim, you're only human; you can do so much.”
I anything but human, Kim thought.
“Don't take it so hard,” Mrs. Possible said. “She's doing alright, right?”
“Yes?”
“Kimmy, you can't control fate; just hope for the best.” Mrs. Possible slowly stroke her daughter's head until she had fallen asleep. Silently leaving Mrs. Possible wonder down to the kitchen, she noticed someone was hiding outside near the window.
Walking over to the door, she swung it open to see the person standing there.
“I told you not to come here…”