see you blowin’ me a kiss
it doesn't take a scientist,
to understand what's goin’ on baby
If you see something in my eye
let's not over analyze
don't go too deep with it baby (baby)
so let it be
what it'll be
don't make a fuss and go crazy over you and me
Here's what I'll do
I'll play the wuss, not like we have a date with destiny
It's just (a), a little crush (crush)
not like I faint, every time we touch
It's just (a) some little thing (crush)
Not like every thing I do
ooh depends on you ooh
sha la la la
sha la la la
Sweet summer breezes blew lightly through Middleton, bringing with them the promise of an afternoon thunderstorm soon to be on the horizon. The sharp scent of fresh grass mingled with the clean smell of the small creek that wended it's way through the woods behind Kim's house.
“You are so dead!”
Foliage twisted and bent in unnatural ways as two twisting, swerving bodies made their way through the dense forest. The one in front, bright flashes of blonde peeking through the forest, called back over his shoulder.
“Hah! Gotta catch me first!”
Behind him, the blur of red hair pressed harder, swinging around thick trunks and leaping over half submerged boulders. Vaulting over a fallen log, she reached upwards, her hands grabbing purchase on a low hanging tree branch, momentum swinging her feet forward rapidly. She released as her feet reached the apex of their arc, flying through the air to land with both feet squarely in the middle of the blonde boy's back.
“You keep forgetting…I'm Kim Possible. I can do anything.” With a self satisfied smirk, Kim stepped off of her lifelong best friend, Ron Stoppable.
“Oof! Remind me not to put a Grande size on the line, next time.” Ron flopped over where he lay, staring up through the trees to the bright blue of the sky above. “Sooo…who you crushing on?”
An immediate flush spread over Kim's cheeks. “Well, I got over Josh. Ugh. Seeing him with Bonnie really helped with that.”
Ron rolled onto his side, facing Kim. He planted his head on his hand, nodding slowly. “Yeah, what was up with that? Gah, bad taste, much?”
Kim rolled her eyes. “Seriously.”
“So who'd you move on to?”
Kim stared at her feet for an interminable moment. Ron frowned. This was going to be big.
“You cannot ever breathe a word of this to anyone.”
Ron blinked. That was new. “Of course not.”
“I'm serious, Ron. I'm not about to tell you what I'm about to tell you. You hear nothing.”
“With that kind of buildup, you are not expecting me to never tease you about it, right?”
“I'll think about it.”
Ron rolled his eyes. Rufus chittered happily at him from his shoulder, grooming the hair that was growing over his ear.
“I'll take it to my grave. Who is it?”
Kim turned her away, staring into the dense forest. “I don't know why. I have no idea when it started, it just kinda…did. And now, I don't know how to get it to stop.” Ron exchanged a quick look with Rufus. Uh-oh. “I shouldn't be feeling like this. I should know better. I know that. I can't help it. It's driving me crazy, and I have to tell someone.” Kim met Ron's openly curious gaze. “It's Shego.”
Ron blinked rapidly. Shego? Rampant violence, glowing green hands, intimidation lady? That Shego?
Kim was looking at him intently, waiting for a response. Her fingers couldn't keep still, and neither could her right foot. If he stayed quiet for another ten seconds, she'd start pacing.
“When did you develop taste?”
“Ron!” Kim whacked him on the arm, hard.
“Ow!” Ron rubbed his arm, grinning. “Good pick. Scary, but better than the last one. At least you know where you stand with her.”
“Yeah, arch-nemesis.” Kim sank to the ground, sitting cross legged in the lush grass. She propped her chin on her hand.
“Well, yeah. She does have that little habit of trying to take your head off.”
Kim frowned. “But she doesn't. She might be able to, if she actually used her powers.”
Ron exchanged confused glances with Rufus. “Huh?”
“Ron…she can weld with her bare hands. Haven't you ever wondered why I've never gotten burned?”
Run scratched his head. “Huh. I never really thought about it. Teflon coating?”
“Ron!”
He grinned. The birds were returning, slowly, a few calls sounding the air around them. In a tree, about twenty yards away, a squirrel dashed out onto a branch and stood on it's hind legs, staring at Rufus for a long moment before dashing back into it's leafy home.
“Could you imagine? You'd never have to shower again, just get a rinse from the hose and a quick towel dry! I wonder if you could really do that, that would be awesome!”
“Hello? Earth to Ron? We were discussing a certain villain?”
“Oh! right! Tall, dark and deadly. Isn't that what your fortune cookie said the last time we went out for Chinese?”
Kim sighed, fixing Ron with a baleful glare. “Ro-o-on…”
“Ok, ok, I'll behave. So! Shego.”
“Yes.”
“She's hot.”
“Ron!”
“What?” He spread his hands wide, shrugging. “I call it as I see it. She can make with the burny, and she wears a skintight bodysuit. What's not to like?”
Kim laughed. “I'm not sure whether to agree with you or hit you.”
“Split the difference and perv with me.”
“God! Ron!”
“Do you have a better word for it?”
“Umm…no. But…just don't say that again. This is weird enough.”
“What's weird? Now you've put the ‘two women together’ fantasy in my head. I'm more than okay with that.” Rufus chittered his agreement.
Kim shook her head, laughing. “God, you guys. Perverts.”
“No, no, no. Perverted would be wanting you doused in Diablo sauce when you're together. This is just all-American red blooded manhood, baby!” Ron posed awkwardly, puffing out his chest.
Kim couldn't help it. She burst out in laughter at the sight. From his grin, she figured Ron's ego hadn't suffered from it.
“You're going to be the death of me.”
“Oh, and you're not? Details, Kim!”
“Details? What kind of details am I supposed to give you?”
“Did you notice how she was wearing that one dress that one time, and she leaned over a lot more than she usually does?” Ron canted his head. “What was up with that?”
Kim shook her head. “I've got no idea. Appreciated it, though.”
“You and me both.” Kim shot a sharp look at him. “Looking! Only looking!”
Kim rubbed her face harshly. “God, what's wrong with me? I shouldn't be feeling like this, Ron! She's my enemy!”
“Not the most evil one.”
“Well…”
“That wasn't her, Kim.”
“…True.”
“And you could certainly do worse. She did used to be good. She…was…wait, that didn't come out right.” Ron frowned, gesturing in the air as he tried to figure out the temporal grammar. With a gesture, he dismissed the endeavor. “Anyway! Good was she. Good could she be again, Yoda say.”
Kim rolled her eyes at Ron's wording. The statement was true, she couldn't fault it, other than pointing out that Shego didn't have any motivation to be a superhero.
“She's lazy. Unmotivated. Violent. And her butt looks good in that suit. Oh, god, I didn't say that.”
“You did too!” Ron pointed, laughing. “Victory! Perv!” He high fived Rufus, still perched on his shoulder.
“How am I supposed to fight against her when I'm like this, Ron? I can't afford to be distracted by…by…by her cleavage!”
Ron grinned. “Easy! I'll take her off your hands! No charge!”
The twinkle in his eyes told Kim that he was joking. Maybe she was overanalyzing. She should just go with it.
“Pshaw! I've got a better chance than you do!”
Ron waved off her statement. “Whatever! You saw how she checks me out!”
Kim gasped, her pained shock evident, though she managed to keep a grip on it. “She does not!”
Ron grinned sheepishly. “Well, it might have been more laughing at than checking out, but she was looking at me!”
Kim laughed, her sudden anxiety easing. “Ron, let's not get into this. I'm the one who fights with her, remember?”
“Yeah.” Ron pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “Lucky bitch.”
Kim rolled her eyes. “Oh, please! We don't even know if she swings my way!”
Ron sobered immediately, reaching over and laying a gentle hand on Kim's wrist. “In all seriousness…if it came down to it, you'd have a much better chance than I would. She likes you. She likes fighting with you. Me, she likes to laugh at.”
Kim looked away, uncomfortable with the sudden serious evaluation of her fantasy becoming reality.
“Did you ever call Zita back?”
Ron pulled his hand back. “Yeah. She couldn't. Everlot again.”
“Awww…” Kim ruffled his hair. “Another Everlot widow.”
Ron snorted. “Whatever, crushalina.”
“I cannot believe you just called me that!” Kim pushed at Ron's shoulder. “God, you suck.” She grabbed him in an affectionate one armed hug and dragged him back toward her house.
Hidden in the dense foliage of the treetops, a dark figure smirked, partially evil, partially ecstatic. It had been an early arrival today, thank the gods that oversaw lovestruck fools. The entirety of the conversation below had been heard and committed to memory. Recording anything was far too risky.
Hell, just making these trips was too risky.
They were made anyway.
Up until a few minutes ago, there had been nothing more than a vague hope, a whisper on the wind. Now…now there was a very real hope, solid basis for fevered imaginings and hopeless dreams.
The smirk edged from evilly ecstatic to downright predatory.
She'd finally have a chance to try out one of those plans she'd developed.