Monique sighed, laying back on the large king sized bed. The bedroom was a surprisingly harmonious mix of both Kim and Shego’s styles. The carpet was cream white, with the bed in the middle of the room covered in light, pearl pink sheets. The walls were painted a sea-froth green. It was the ceiling, however, that was the highlight of the room, literally. Painted in Shego’s second favorite color (jet black), there were thousands of tiny bulbs attached to the ceiling, designed to look like stars. They could be turned up to brightly light the room or, as now, turned down to just look like a moonless night sky.
The room was gorgeous, but it wasn’t Monique’s own bedroom. Somehow, when Monique had agreed to be a temporary live-in baby sitter for Shego and Kim’s trip, she hadn’t expected insomnia to be a problem. Probably because she had expected Kasy and Sheki to run her and Ron ragged. Monique hadn’t counted on how plasma practice had left the two little girls so exhausted. “Wish I could get ALL my babysitting jobs to throw plasma around.” Monique muttered, then stood up. Maybe some warm milk or something would help her get to sleep.
In the living room, Monique discovered that Ron had apparently had no trouble falling asleep on the large, oversized green couch. Monique wondered where Shego had gotten that piece of furniture, and if Club Banana sold one so that Monique could get it using her employee discount. ‘Dream on, girlfriend’ she thought to herself. ‘Something that nice is WAY out of your price range. Must be nice to be a rich ex-thief, even if the person you love won’t let you spend any of that money on her.’
Monique glanced at the top edge of the couch. Rufus was laying there, snoring. A pink pillow-case was draped over Rufus, like a blanket. Monique couldn’t help smiling. The way Ron doted on his little pocket-dwelling chum was cute, in a very Ron-ish way. Monique yawned, then considered. The couch did look very comfortable, and more attractive then trying to go to sleep in the bed where her best girl friend and her super powered fiancee slept in regularly, and did who-knows-what with each other. All Monique knew was that she had found several sets of replacement pink sheets in the linen closet, very recently purchased.
“Move over, Ronny.” said Monique, softly. She lifted the pink sheet Ron had taken from the bed and laid down beside. Ron was clad in a pair of dark blue cotton pajamas, compared to the light purple satin nightgown Monique was wearing. Ron didn’t awaken as she laid down next to him, merely snuggled up close against her. Monique relaxed. Somehow, she felt safe with Ron, even if most of the kids at Middleton High considered Ron a buffoon. It was all part of the ‘Ron Charm’, as Ron sometimes called it… the heart of a perfect chivalrous knight, in the body of a jester who could always make Monique laugh.
“Don’t make me laugh.” said Shego. She yawned. “You expect me to get up at five AM, and NOT stop for coffee?”
“Some of us make sure to get our sleep.” said Kim. “And don’t try to spend the entire night… um… you know.”
“How kyuuuuuute.” said Shego, drawing the word out and batting her eyelashes. “You’re still SHY.”
Kim blushed, even though she knew that was exactly the reaction the statuesque woman was look for.
“Anyway.” said Shego, moving to get in line at the Farbuck’s. “I don’t recall you complaining last night. Well, unless you complained after you stuffed that pillow in your face.”
“It was a hotel.” said Kim. “As in, not sound proofed the way our condo bedroom in Middleton is.” She sighed. “Fine, we’ll get coffee… just so long as we’re not late for our flight.”
“Oh, if you think the line is too long…” said Shego, smirking devilishly. Kim didn’t even have to glance down to know that the other woman’s hands were beginning to glow.
“No plasma blasting!” said Kim, firmly. “You remember the rules. I don’t do the puppy dog pouting on you in public, you don’t power up in public.”
“Rules were meant to be…” started Shego, then glared. Kim was doing it. The puppy dog pout…. Shego sighed, then bent over to kiss Kim. Shego’s hands, no longer glowing, reached up to cradle the younger woman’s face. “Fine… one quick double latte, no more powering up, and then right to the airport. I promise.”
Kim smiled, almost purring in pleasure after the kiss.
Shego and Kim stopped outside of the door to their condo/apartment. The front door of the condo was closed by the most complex mechanical lock on the planet. Shego, being Shego, had insisted on only the best… and then never bothered to use a key.
“You know, a key would be faster.” said Kim.
“Not THAT much faster.” said Shego, kneeling by the door and sliding one of her handmade lock picks into the lock, then using a pair of mini-pliers to turn it. “Anyway, this way is more fun. Have to keep my hand in…”. She glanced lewdly up at Kim, and smirked when the other woman blushed. Shego may have retired from the super villainy game, but making Kim blush was way too much fun to give up.
“Only you would try to make breaking into your own home a source of innuendo.” said Kim, trying to regain her composure.
“In your end oh?” said Shego, looking down at the small metal lock pick she had just pulled from the door knob. “Well, it’s a bit small, but…”
“SHEGO!” hissed Kim, blushing furiously.
Chuckling softly, Shego opened the door of the apartment and stepped inside… then stopped suddenly. Kim, following close, bumped into the taller woman’s body and then peeked over Shego’s shoulder. There, laying on the couch, were Monique and Ron. One of them, in the middle of the night, had managed to kick the sheets down.
Shego started to grin, then yelped in surprise as Kim yanked her backwards. Kim placed one hand firmly over Shego’s mouth, to keep her from saying anything, and closed the door softly with the other hand.
“Shego, be good.” said Kim, as firmly as she could.
Shego pulled Kim’s hand down from her mouth. “Aw, but Kimmy… I’m so much more FUN when I’m naughty.”
“Kim teasing, fine.” said Kim. “Ron and Monique are off limits.”
Shego nodded. Kim then picked up the suitcase that Shego and she had packed for their one day / one night trip to Florida and dropped it, loudly, on the floor. She then pulled her key out, not having Shego’s burglary skills, and used it to open the door, complete with some unnecessary key rattling.
When Kim opened the door, Ron was sitting up, sleepily, and Monique was standing in the kitchen, apparently fixing herself a glass of water. The affected innocence was somewhat ruined by the fact that the sheet the two had been sleeping under was now midway between the couch and the kitchen.
“Hi, guys.” said Kim. “How were the twins.”
“Perfect angels.” said Monique.
“Angels?” said Shego. “Something must be wrong with them…”
“Did you and Ron have a good time?” said Kim.
“Us?” said Monique, a little too hastily. “We were fine. Just tucked the little ones in and then went to bed. Beds. Plural, because I slept in there and Ron slept on the couch.”. She pointed.
“Uh-huh.” said Shego. “Um, you do know you’re pointing at the dojo?”
“Shego.” said Kim. “So, guys, why don’t you two get changed and we can all go out for breakfast.”
“Breakfast Nacos!” cheered Ron. Even after graduating from high school, Ron was still addicted to every possible variation of his Americanized-Mexican creation, the Naco. Monique smiled. There was something comforting about a man who was that predictable.
“Whatever.” said Shego. “I’ll go wake the twins up and get them ready while you two lo… while you two change.”
“Was she about to call us losers?” asked Ron.
“Um, probably.” said Monique, although she suspected that the word Shego had been planning to use had a ‘V’ instead of an ‘S’.
“You know Shego.” said Kim. “Always has to push the envelope. I’ll go help her get Kasy and Sheki ready, and you two change clothes.”
“Man, I don’t know what Kim sees in that girl.” said Ron. “Sure, she’s gorgeous, has super powers, and legs that… I’m just going to stop talking now.”
“You know, she’s not the only girl around here with legs.” said Monique. She walked to the bedroom where she had left her overnight clothes, pulling the night gown up a bit to show off her own legs.
Ron just stared for a bit, then shook his head as she closed the door. “Rufus, was she… you know… flirting with me?”
Rufus nodded.
Adrena Lynn paced back and forth in the warehouse. Even though Dr. Drakken was renting this warehouse, through a proxy and using the money he had made selling off many of his inventions, Drakken still insisted on calling it an abandoned warehouse. If Adrena had her way, she would have abandoned it herself, but Drakken had insisted she come here to see his latest creations.
Apparently, using the In-terror-net, Dr. Drakken could connect with an automated manufacturing facility. Once he had finished designing something in the Prison 13 labs, he had the automated manufacturing facility turn out his latest product, and it was that product Adrena was waiting for.
“Hello? Testing, testing… is this thing on? I can‘t see anything”
Adrena sighed and walked over to where a large communication center was covered with a dust sheet. She pulled the sheet off. “I’m here, Drakken Poo.” she said.
“I wish you wouldn’t call me that.” said Dr. Drakken, frowning. “It sounds too much like what my mom calls me.”
Adrena batted her eyelashes, calling on all her thespian skills to seem adoring, attentive, and straight. Dealing with numerous male television producers who were just as evil and shallow (if not quite as blue) as Drakken came to her aid. “Anything for you, Drakkie-Poo.” she said. “Now, what do you have to help me crash Kim and Shego’s wedding?” She paused for a second, thinking. “It’s not one of those collars again, is it? Because your last two tries with those worked out so not well.”
“It’s true that Gemini and Aviarious both failed, despite using my superior technology.” said Dr. Drakken. “But fear not! What I have is better then mind control collars! I present…”
Dr. Drakken, in his prison cell, pushed a button. The button didn’t really do anything, it just looked more dramatic to have a button to push. “The Cee-Cees!”
Triggered by hearing their name, seven robots stepped out of the shadows. Each was identical, in the shape of a humanoid female figure, a little shorter then Shego but taller then Kim Possible. Their skin was colored mustard yellow, clashing with their ice-blue swimsuit outfits.
“Not exactly color coordinated.” commented Adrena.
“The skin color was not my decision.” said Dr. Drakken. “The military lab that developed this Synthetic Spider Silk Fabric is working on trying to dye it camouflage colors, but the only color available on the market was yellow. Now, if Shego was still working for me, I could have her steal some but…”
“Shego’s gone over to Kim’s side.” said Adrena, interrupting. “You have to work with me. And I DON’T appreciate it when you keeping comparing me with Shego.”
“Oh, sorry…” said Dr. Drakken. “It’s just that you and she are so… different. But that’s good! I like you much better, even if you don’t… um, I’m just going to shut up now.”
Adrena walked over to the Cee-Cees, examining them. Suddenly, she lashed out at one with a side kick, trying to duplicate a move that she had seen Kim Possible execute flawlessly. The robot barely seemed to move, but Adrena found her foot completely missing her target.
“FrEAKY.” commented Adrena, pulling her foot back.
“Yes, I’ve programmed my girls with every piece of data I could get on Kim and Shego’s fighting styles. Including all that TV news camera footage you were able to provide of Kim Possible.” said Dr. Drakken. He frowned. “Kind of odd, though, how you had all those video tapes just laying around in your bedroom… Shego was the same way…”
“Now, Drakkie Poo…” said Adrena, trying to distract Drakken from that train of thought. “Anything I can do to help. So, have you found out where and when the wedding is going to be?”
“Oh, yes.” said Dr. Drakken. “Thanks to a special source, I have discovered that the wedding will be held in Canada in just a few weeks.”. Drakken did NOT mention who the source was… quite frankly, he didn’t feel that admitting his mother had been invited to his arch-nemesis’s and former-side-kick’s wedding would do much for his street credit as a mad genius scientist.
“Purrrrfect…” said Adrena. “I hope it’s going to be a long wedding, because it’s going to be a short honeymoon!”
Sorry it’s so short. Yes, the last line is a blatant rip-off of Spaceballs, but I prefer to think of it as homage. Anyway, stay tuned for the next chapter ‘Something borrowed’, which will feature Kim and Shego’s wedding.