NOTE: OK, so this part is very short, but it's some much-needed set-up for the (hopefully) Grand Finale. Also, if this keeps up, I fear I may have to move this story to the Mature Section. Be warned.
RON: “Be afraid, be VERY afraid!”
For centuries, alchemists had tried to turn lead into gold. They never got anywhere. Lead is perfectly happy with the way it is and it's not about to change for anyone. Gold, however, is far more transmutable and Señor Senior Senior knew all about that.
Currently, he was looking at the results of a little experiment in converting gold into information.
SHEGO: “Now that IS a useful trick!”
His contacts hadn't managed to find much about the girl's pre-meteorite life. Presumably, this ‘Shego’ had been just another girl going to just another school. She had probably had a last name.
RON: “I wondered about that before, DO you have a last name?”
SHEGO: “Yes, it’s Pasterostanoski.”
KIM: “You’re lying, aren’t you?”
SHEGO “Guess.”
After the strike, her skin had turned green and her hands had started to spit plasma.
KIM: “Spitting is a bad habit, young lady.”
She'd worked together with her equally struck siblings in the heroic ‘Team Go', where she had been a loose cannon prone to hitting miscreants long after hitting still had any effect.
The girl probably had some unresolved issues.
SHEGO: “If you two value your lives, say nothing.”
Team Go had gone to Middleton after one of their foes, Aviarius. There, Shego had met Kim Possible and now she was attending Middleton High and apparently working as a member of Team Possible. It appeared that Dr. Drakken had tried to win Shego over to his side, but the effort had proven futile. Señor Senior Senior was not surprised by that. If yesterday's images of the gym were anything to go by (not to mention the images in the locker room, the hallway images, the close-up images of Shego's notebook, last week's images in the gym and so on), it would take quite a lot to convince Miss Shego to leave Miss Possible's side.
RON: “Welcome to Recap Theater.”
There was no good information on the nature of Shego's powers, nor had any trace of the meteorite been found.
Still, however little, it was something to go on.
“This is a very strange device.”
“Hmm?” said Señor Senior Senior. “Sorry Junior, what was that?”
He turned around in his chair to see his son standing next to an opened cardboard box holding something that looked like a machinegun, with a glass bottle instead of a barrel and several wires and excitingly flashing lights on its side.
“I said, this looks very strange,” said Junior.
RON: “No you didn’t.”
“Be careful with it,” said Senior. “You don't know what it does.”
He stood up, snatched the strange weapon from his son's hands and was about to put it back in the box when he saw name ‘Aviarius’ written on the lid. Carefully, Senior put the weapon on the floor and started digging through the contents of the box. Much of it were more weapons in various stages of assembly. And also a small, black notebook.
He took it and flicked through the pages until he found a sketch that looked very much like the thing lying next to the box on the floor.
The caption beneath it ran ‘Ultimate Anti-Go Weapon’.
KIM: “So it’s a ‘STOP weapon’?”
Señor Senior Senior smiled.
Footsteps echoed loudly all across the deserted streets. Above, stars shone weakly because of all the light pollution.
SHEGO: “Damn lights, always polluting the environment.”
“That was a nice movie,” said Kim, her breath turning into a little cloud. Her left arm was linked with Shego's right and their fingers were entwined.
“Really?” said Shego. “I didn't really notice. I'm surprised you were able to follow anything.”
Kim blushed. “Well… we had to… you know… breathe.”
RON: “Only if you want to live.”
“And you used that time to watch the movie?” said Shego. “You gotta get your priorities straight, Princess.”
“Well what should I have watched then?” Kim said teasingly.
“Don't tell me I have to spell it out for you, Princess?” said Shego.
“You do seem to be a lot more knowledgeable when it comes to dating girls,” said Kim.
“I do, don't I?” said Shego.
(Kim opens her mouth to speak but Shego covers it with her hand)
Suddenly, Kim found herself dragged into an alleyway, her back pressed against the wall and Shego deliciously close in front of her.
“But I prefer showing,” she whispered. “Not telling.”
SHEGO: “I’m a woman of action, you know.”
Before Kim had any time to respond -not that she had wanted to respond, but even she had, she wouldn't have the time- Shego's lips were on her own. Kim moaned softly, allowing Shego's green tongue into her mouth,
SHEGO: “It’s not green!”
putting her arms around the girl and pulling her so close it almost seemed as if their bodies were about to merge.
Shego started placing little kisses on Kim's cheek, jaw, neck. Her thigh moved and pressed lightly into the space between Kim's legs, her hand roaming across Kim's shirt, finding its way underneath the hem.
“S-Shego…” Kim managed.
“Mmm?” said Shego, nuzzling Kim's neck.
“N-not here,” she managed, in spite of her body screaming at her that it should be here and, more importantly, now.
KIM: “Aw hell.”
SHEGO: “What is it?”
KIM: “Ron went into shock, but I know what to do. Tara! Put your clothes back on!”
RON: “What? Where’s Tara?”
SHEGO: “She got dressed and left.”
Shego backed off slightly. “Right, of course, that was… Sorry, I just got…”
RON: “You’re teasing me again, aren’t you Kim?”
KIM: “Maybe.”
Kim put a hand on the back of Shego's head and pulled her into a kiss.
Someone coughed.
Acting on the kind of reflexes every hero gets if she wants to live for longer than a few hours, both Kim and Shego turned quickly. Señor Senior Senior stood at the mouth of the alley, leaning on his cane.
“I apologise for the intrusion,” he said. “But I fear my son has some matters he needs to take care of.”
(Shego makes a noise like a toilet flushing)
Junior jumped into view, aiming something weird. Kim and Shego tried to leap away, but they were still in an alley and there wasn't much to leap to. A beam was fired and it hit.
“Shego!” Kim cried. She rounded on the Seniors. “If you've hurt her!” she growled.
Disregarding her safety, Kim lunged at Junior, but ended up in a smokescreen. She heard some much-practised villainous laughter and, not long after that, the sound of a black helicopter lifting off.
RON: “As it took all evidence of the flying saucer with it.”
Kim glared at it for a moment, before turning back into the alley.
Shego was slouched against a wall, half sitting, muttering profanity under her breath.
“Shego, are you all right?” Kim asked, sitting down next to her.
“Yeah, I'm fine,” said Shego. “Feel like a truck just hit me, but I'm fine.”
SHEGO: “Yeah, I ALWAYS feel fine after a truck hits me!”
A cloud chose this moment move away from the moon. Kim's face went pale.
“Shego… you…”
“What?” said Shego. “What is it?”
“You… your skin…”
KIM: “How do you keep it looking so soft and clean?”
There was a full-size mirror standing in Shego's bedroom. Shego didn't use it much, except when she knew she was going to see Kim. She didn't like watching into that mirror and see a freak looking back at her.
RON: “Shego regrets buying a funhouse mirror.”
She was staring into it now.
And almost didn't recognise the person looking back.
Her skin wasn't green for one thing. It was a nice, normal, healthy pink colour. The kind of skin she'd had when she was still normal. When people didn't stare at her and didn't whisper behind her back.
Shego reached out for the stranger in the mirror with one ungloved, pink hand. Her vision started blurring, but she wasn't crying. Shego was not a crying a kind of person. Nothing could make her cry, not even this.
SHEGO: “Well, tear gas might do it.”
Shego sank to her knees and the wetness on her cheeks must have been leaks in the roof letting the rain through.
She had no explanation for the sobs.
(A cartoon announcing an intermission appears on the screen)
KIM: “That was a long one, let’s take a break.”
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On the bridge, Ron was shadow boxing in front of a police silhouette target. Rufus was meditating on the console and Kim was kicking and punching a bag held by Shego.
“Come on, Princess. Hit it!” She said. “I didn’t say ‘kiss it’ I said ‘hit it’! Show me what you got!”
With a growl, Kim threw her entire body at the bag, snapping the supporting chain and sending herself, the bag and Shego to the floor.
“Hey keep it down you two,” Ron told them. “The neighbors are calling to complain!”
“Ron, we’re in space,” Kim pointed out. “We don’t have neighbors.”
“Oh, then it must be the Hexfield,” he said, hitting a button.
The Hexfield opened, on it was Doctor Drakken. Shego was on her feet in a split second.
“Doctor D, my message got through! Any plans on getting me down?”
“Well, I must say that I’m very disappointed in you, Shego,” Drakken said. “When I sent you to steal the flight computer on the HAM-DINGER, I never knew that you would trap yourself on the space prison!”
“It’s not my fault; Kim Possible’s sidekick launched the thing with us in it! It wasn’t supposed to go up until next Sunday, AD.”
“Uh, ‘AD’?” Ron wondered.
“After Dinner,” Kim supplied.
“Be that as it may, I called to tell you that your services are no longer required.”
“WHAT? You’re firing me? I have a contract, you blue doofus!”
“Ah yes, your contract,” Dr. D said, smileing as if he had just drawn a fourth ace. “Article Seventeen, paragraph three.”
“Are you crazy?” The villainess cried in disbelief.
“On the contrary, I’m most serious!”
“What’s ‘Article Seventeen, paragraph three’?” Ron asked the mad scientist.
“Shego insisted that I put in a clause in her contract that says if I ever need for her to go into space -defined as more than 600 miles above sea level- I would have to give her at least twenty five hours advanced notice. In the interest of fairness, she agreed that she would likewise give ME advanced notice if she ever made a trip into space.”
“That doesn’t apply here!” Shego yelled.
“So get a lawyer. As far as I’m concerned Shego, you are in breach of contract and I have already hired a NEW henchwoman.”
A blond woman of about twenty years stepped into view and waved.
“They’re actually in space? Freaky!” She said.
“You’re replacing me with Adrenna-Lynn? You are crazy!” Shego snapped.
“I may be crazy, but I’m not stuck on a prison satellite!”
“Hey Adrenna-Lynn, have you gotten over your fear of flying?” Kim asked.
“I am NOT afraid of flying!”
“I don’t know, you were pretty shook up after Kim took you on a jet-pack ride,” Ron observed.
“Well, if you’re not afraid of flying, I guess you’ll have no trouble being up here when they catch you. Did you know that we’re two thousand kilometers above the Earth?”
“That high, huh?” A-L said with an odd look.
“Yes, and the really cool part is that we’re not just floating out here, we’re really traveling over seventeen thousand miles an hour.”
“S-seventeen thousand miles…” Adrenna-Lynn gulped.
“Yeah, we have to go that fast to stay up here,” Kim continued. “Any faster and we’ll fly off on an uncontrolled flight into deep space. Any slower and we’ll fall to Earth, heating up to over a thousand degrees when we hit the atmosphere. So we have to go really, really fast flying around and around and around and…”
Adrenna–Lynn suddenly dropped out of sight and made a noise that sounded like “HuuuBLLLAAAAAG!”
“Oh my god, Lynn!” Drakken yelled. “I just polished these boots! Damn you Kim Possible!”
“You think you’re all that, but you’re not!” The three people on the satellite finished before Ron closed the Hexfield. Kim and Shego then did that ‘tap your fists’ handshake thing.
“Way to go, Pumpkin,” Shego said with feeling. “Hey, it’s Story Sign!”
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