There were a number of things Shego was not accustomed to waking up to, and breakfast in bed was definitely one of them. That, however, was what she got the next morning.
Upon opening her eyes, she found a banner stretched across the length of Kim's bedroom, which bore the words, “We're Sorry!” Under said banner were Jim and Tim Possible, each bearing a tray loaded with food, and wearing identical (and slightly creepy, in Shego's opinion) tooth-filled smiles.
Shego's first instinct was to scream, but she suppressed it rather admirably. Instead, she poked Kim awake and declared, “We have a pest problem.” She gestured to the boys, hoping Kim would at least yell and send them away (minus the food).
So of course Kim chose this one time to be oddly touched and amazingly forgiving. She did at least hug the twins, which apparently scared them more than anything else she could've done.
Even more strange was the fact that the twins were under the impression that Shego might be leaving…and they didn't want her to, as they demonstrated by latching onto her legs the instant she got out of bed.
“You can't leave us here with her!” Jim pleaded, pointing at Kim. “She's only tolerable when she's been sucking face with you!”
Kim almost throttled him for that remark, but when Shego pointed out that Kim was always in a better mood after they'd kissed, the matter was quickly dropped.
“And who's going to test our new plasma weapons if you leave?” Tim demanded. “Do you know how hard it is to get a constant, reliable source of plasma when you're under 21?”
Shego finally got them to let go, but only with assurances that when and if she kidnapped Kim, she would first drop the boys off in one of Dr. Drakken's old hideouts, where there would be plenty of destructive toys to play with.
“You're supposed to reformed now,” Kim pointed out, “not introducing new criminal geniuses to an unsuspecting underworld.”
“You say that now, Kimmie. But in ten years, when they're running half the planet and sending enormous checks to Auntie Shego, then you'll want to say it was your idea. And I'll be there to laugh, point the finger, and say I told you so.”
Kim had decided, and Wade had agreed, that Shego should stay at home until it was time for practice. If they were together, they might be too tempting a target for Professor Dementor, and someone at school could get hurt. They were banking on the idea that Dementor didn't know where Shego was currently residing, and that he'd wait until Kim was alone (or at least only with Ron) to strike.
Shego had reluctantly agreed to stay home that day, but only after several kisses from Kim and a promise that she would be called every other hour by Wade to be assured of Kim's safety.
So Kim walked to school with Ron and Monique, who were decidedly much more comfortable around her. Ron was his old, talkative self, and was able to meet Kim's eyes as he always had before. Monique sometimes trailed off in the middle of a sentence, but Kim recognized that every time she'd done so, she'd been staring at Ron, who seemed embarrassingly aware of the attention. Kim refrained from commenting, but she couldn't help the smile that came to her face, knowing that her two best friends had, if not fallen in love, then at least found comfort in each other…even if it was mostly physical in nature.
Not that Kim wouldn't grill Monique for all the juicy details on her sex life the first chance she got, but that could wait. At least until Dementor was taken care of, she decided.
“Still no news on Professor Dementor?” Kim asked for the third time, exchanging some books in her locker.
“Well, he did just break out,” Wade reasoned from the computer. “Maybe he's had time to cool down and realize he needs to keep a low profile.”
“Shego melted his face, Wade. I don't think he's in a forgive and forget kind of mood.”
“How very true,” said an amplified, tinny voice behind her.
Kim barely had time to turn around as her locker exploded, tossing her straight into the arms of Professor Dementor.
“You will forgive me for being so…brutish,” the mad scientist offered by way of apology. “Even after all of our encounters, I bear you no ill will, Kim Possible. But now, I think, it has become necessary to make an example of someone.”
“Lucky me,” Kim grunted, struggling helplessly in his arms. Prison had definitely been kind to Dementor, because she couldn't recall his muscles (if he'd ever had them) being so defined, or so unwilling to budge. But then, he'd also changed his old helmet: it was longer now, and covered his face entirely, save for two openings that exposed his bloodshot eyes.
“There are some things that even you cannot turn back. My vengeance is one of them.” Professor Dementor increased the crushing pressure on her arms. “If you happen to see Shego…or anything at all, when I'm done with you…please let her know that this was merely a warning.”
Kim winced as she took a deep breath. “If it's Shego you want, why come after me?” She watched his expression carefully, but could see no change in it as he answered.
“Whether you realize it or not, Shego has a great deal of grudging respect for you. So much, in fact, that she was willing to take my face to prove a point: that you are hers to destroy. Your downfall is something I have long wanted to witness, but not at such a cost to myself. The experience has left me…bitter.”
“I still don't see why you're here if it's Shego you have issues with.”
Professor Dementor chuckled softly. “Shego has taken something from me that I can never get back: my dignity. I will take away the one thing she treasures more than anything else. I will break you, and leave you as I did before: a helpless child. I can assure you that the effects will be much more traumatic this time, and quite permanent. And when I am done with you, Shego will be left with the sad truth. There will be no more Kim Possible for her to defeat; only a terrified child that is no longer willing to meet her in glorious battle. I will take Shego's dream from her, and leave her without purpose. That is my revenge, and why I must do this.”
“Or,” Kim suggested, “you could just do the obvious thing and go after Shego directly, like she did with you.”
“I do not expect you to comprehend my reasoning.” His eyes narrowed. “But I do expect you to suffer. In fact, I demand it.”
Kim was sure he was going to crush, or at least break her arms and ribs. She was more than a bit startled when a long, loose strand of her red hair suddenly caught fire.
“Would you prefer it quickly, or slowly?” Dementor asked. “I promise it will be excruciating either way.”
Fortunately, Kim didn't have to answer. There was a sickening crack, and the mad scientist's grip loosened as he collapsed to the floor, leaving Kim staring down at back of his cracked helmet.
“If this is what you have to go through every week, you should at least be getting college credit for it.”
Kim blinked and looked up to see Tara King standing over Professor Dementor's unconscious body, brandishing her bright yellow cast as if it were some sort of club. She hadn't even bothered to take it off of her arm.
“Didn't that…hurt?” Kim asked after a moment.
“Nope.” Tara's face split into a bright grin. “Actually, that's why I came looking for you. I wanted to thank you for whoever you talked into letting me try this out,” she explained, waving the cast a bit. “It's got thickness settings and everything! So when I saw this creep bear hugging you, I just put it on the highest setting and…well, you know.” Tara made a clubbing motion with her arm. “Didn't even feel it, really. I guess that's what it feels like to be you, huh?”
“No,” Kim said firmly, licking her fingers and making sure her hair was completely out, “I would definitely feel that in the morning. I just make it look like easy.”
“Oh,” Tara murmured, deflating a bit. “So…what do we do with him?” she asked, nudging Dementor with the toe of her shoe.
Kim pulled her Kimmunicator out of her pocket. “Sorry about the interruption, Wade, but Dementor came to play. We're going to need transport for him…definitely something fireproof…oh, and I'll need a new locker at some point.” She glanced at the ruins of her locker and pouted. “Not to mention a new mug shot of Shego…”
Tara peered over Kim's shoulder at the Kimmunicator. “Hi, Wade! I got your note!”
Wade stared back at her uncertainly. “Um…that's great, Tara. Kim, did you just say-”
“Yeah. Shouldn't you be calling…um…home, and telling them I'm okay?” Kim suggested, giving him a look.
“Will do.” Wade lowered his voice. “Why is Tara there?”
“Well, she saved my life. Her and her miracle cast.”
“You mean the C.A.S.T.?” Wade and Tara asked at once, before trading odd looks.
“…I'm sure that's an interesting story best saved for later,” Kim replied.
“Right. Transport should be there in five minutes.”
“You rock, Wade.” Kim put the Kimmunicator away and turned to Tara. “This is going to sound really harsh, but-”
“I know,” Tara interrupted. “Saving your life doesn't excuse me from practice today. I figured as much.”
“But if your arm's bothering you, I could try to-”
Tara shook her head. “I told you, didn't feel a thing. Anyway, I need the practice. Bonnie doesn't want me to get pudgy. Incidentally, you probably shouldn't mention this to her. I'm not sure how she'd react if she found out I saved you.”
“I can take a stab in the dark,” Kim laughed. “Tara…thanks. Really.”
“You and Ron have done it for me, and will do it again at some point. It's the least I could do. You weren't even on duty this time.”
“I wish someone would tell them that,” Kim sighed, nodding at Dementor.
“Back up, nerdlinger. Dementor TOLD her all that? I'm pretty sure he didn't have a mouth when I got done. Or at least not a fully functional one.”
Mrs. Possible frowned across the table at Shego, who only looked mildly apologetic as Wade responded through the Kimmunicator in her hand.
“There was some kind of amplifier in his helmet. Probably linked straight to his brain so he could broadcast his thoughts. I didn't really have time to look into it. Kim needs a bunch of things replaced by tomorrow. Which reminds me, got any pictures of you lying around? Kim's old one got fried in the attack.”
“I don't really keep pictures,” Shego muttered. “Don't you have some surveillance photos?”
“Well, yeah,” Wade admitted. “Tons. But I thought you'd want her to have something more personal. You know, nude sunbathing or something.”
Shego's eyes narrowed. “How-”
“Like I said, tons. Anyway, I assumed you'd want to pick one out before I did. Unless you think she's ready for the sun-”
“I'll think about it,” Shego snapped, cutting the connection with a growl. “Damn little smarty-”
“Did I hear you say you don't have any personal photos?” Mrs. Possible interrupted.
“Can't afford to keep any. Or to get close enough to anyone where I would want to have a picture.”
“Honestly, Shego, I think it's a little late. Today the boys asked me what size you were.”
Shego looked a little worried, and then suspicious. “What did you say?”
“I didn't know, so I had to ask Kimmie. She did know. Which only proves you're already too close. I doubt one picture could make your relationship with Kimmie that obvious.” She paused. “Unless it was a nude sunbathing one.”
Shego thumped her head on the table. “Gonna kill that nerd.”
“I'd like to think it's not completely Wade's fault. You were Kimmie's arch foe, and someone had to know where you were.”
“I was on vacation! As in off duty and not trying to kill Kimmie at the time! He had no right! If he can turn on nude sunbathing whenever he wants, it's no wonder he never leaves his room!”
“I'll be sure and talk to his mother later. Now, about that picture…”
“Ron, you're not eating. You sick?”
If Ron heard Monique's words, he didn't respond. He merely watched Rufus polish off the rest of his Naco Grande with a blank look on his face.
Monique snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Hey. HEY!” When there was still no response, she resorted to slightly less visible, but no less effective measures.
Ron jerked in his seat as there was a sudden pressure against his crotch. “YAH!”
“Are you going to talk to me now, or do I have to get rough?” Monique demanded playfully, sitting up straight again.
“I'm talking, I'm talking!” Ron insisted nervously.
“But still not eating, I see. Although it's a little too late now,” she observed.
Ron looked down to see Rufus sprawled out on his tray, belly extended and moaning pitifully. “Aw, man…”
“Here.” Monique offered him a single corn chip with just enough cheese to mess with him.
Ron reached across the table to take it, but she pulled it out of his reach.
“Bad boy.” Monique shook her head. “Open.”
Blushing, Ron leaned forward and opened his mouth.
Monique slipped the chip in, purposely brushing her slim fingers against his lips. “So what's on your mind, boo?”
“Something Shego said to me the other day, actually.” His eyes strayed downward.
She frowned. “Are you ogling my boobs or the nachos?”
“…well, both, NOW,” Ron admitted.
“Better than being totally ignored, I guess.” Monique dug out another chip, spilling some cheese on the table as she held it out.
“Hey, if you're gonna waste it, I'll come to you,” Ron said firmly, moving over to her side of the booth.
“Good. Makes it easier to reach you if you spaz out again.” She fed him the chip. “So, you were saying?”
“Shego basically called you a very good liar.”
“So she admires me.”
Ron paused. “Maybe. Anyway, I want to talk about that.”
Monique looked confused. “What? Her admiring me?”
“No, what she's admiring you for: the first class lying.”
“Ah. Talk away, then.”
“Cheese me.”
Rolling her eyes, Monique picked out another chip and popped it into his mouth. “I've created a monster.”
“No, you just made the mistake of feeding it. Now it's spoiled. But about the lying.”
“Mmmhmm.”
“You wouldn't…lie to me, would you?” he asked hesitantly.
“I think the real question is, do you think I would?” Monique countered.
Ron bit his lip. “No fair. You can't turn this on me.”
“Just did, boo. What you really want to know is, what I would lie to you about, right?”
“So you would lie?” Ron asked, his face falling. “Is it because you don't feel like you have any obligations to me?”
Monique shook her head. “Whoa. Where is this coming from? Who says I don't?”
“Well, do you? I mean, we're not really…exclusive, and-”
Monique's hand shot out, grabbed his collar, and yanked him practically into her lap. “You two-timing me, white boy?” she demanded.
“NO!” he gasped in fear, trying to back away.
“Oh.” Monique let go and smoothed out his collar. “No, I never did say we were exclusive. But I never said you could be anybody else's stuff, either.”
“Stuff?” Ron asked with a big grin.
“You know what I mean. Don't play with me like that, Ron. I get ethnic on you, not even Shego could save you.”
“So let me see if I have this right,” Ron said slowly, clearing his throat. “We're not dating…but we're exclusive?”
“Damn right we are,” Monique replied at once. “As of right now.”
“Okay. So…what does that make us, exactly?”
Monique looked stumped for exactly five seconds. And then, with her usual confidence, she answered, “Fuck buddies.”
Ron stared at her. “You're…serious, aren't you?”
She shrugged. “Well, for lack of a better phrase.”
“What about friends with benefits?” Ron suggested.
She shook her head. “I don't really care for either them, as they both imply non-exclusiveness.” Her eyes narrowed. “And I DON'T want you getting the wrong idea.”
“I'm your stuff,” Ron said quickly, holding up his hands in surrender. “I'll even wear a sign that says so!”
Monique couldn't help smiling. “So what do you think we are?”
“Um…well.” Ron cleared his throat uncertainly. “Lovers?” he asked quietly.
Monique looked thoughtful. “Sounds…romantic. But I guess you're right. That is pretty much what we do, when we do what we do.”
“But we're still friends. What about…oh! Lovers squared!”
“As long as you never say that to anyone other than Shego and Kim, fine. Most people would just stare over lovers these days.”
“And you wouldn't lie to your lover squared over just anything, would you?”
“Ron, forget the titles. I wouldn't lie to YOU over just anything, period. It would have to be really big.”
“So can we both ask a question and get a completely honest answer, just this once? And maybe do this again occasionally when one of us, mainly me, is feeling a tad bit insecure?”
“Sure,” Monique agreed, reaching over to pat his knee. “Shoot.”
“When you told Kim how we felt about each other, were you being totally honest?”
She stared at him, caught off guard. “You don't think I was?”
“Oh, no. We're not doing that again. Answer the question, please.”
“Okay, okay.” Monique locked eyes with him. “No.”
“You-”
“My turn,” she interrupted quickly. “Do you have any regrets about me being your first?”
Ron was equally caught off guard. “No,” he finally said. “Have you been-”
“-talking to a little bird in green and black? Yeah.”
“I definitely sensed some plasma-coated handiwork in this.”
“She was trying to help, I think. Your turn.”
“Right.” Ron thought about the best way to phrase the question. “When we…um…”
“Do it?” Monique guessed with a grin.
Ron blushed. “Yeah. THAT. How often have you pictured someone other than me?”
“Not as often as you seem to be fearing. Same question.”
“Once.”
Monique blinked. “Only once?”
Ron shrugged. “You kinda got into my system and took over all my fantasies. Like a virus.” Noticing the look on her face, he added, “A sexy, Nubian virus! With all the latest fashions and more sex appeal in her pinky than Bonnie has in her whole body!”
“One, I don't EVER want you calling Bonnie sexy in front of me. Two, NEVER compare me to a virus. Three, good save. Four, only once?”
“Like I told you, I'd been wanting it to be Kim for the longest. And then…there was only you. I can't explain it any better. My turn?”
“Yeah,” Monique murmured, her voice strangely muffled.
“Would it be at all inappropriate for me to casually drop an ‘I love you’ and expect immediate reciprocation?”
Instead of answering, Monique lunged at him, throwing her arms around his waist and burying her face in his neck.
“So, is that a no?” he asked uncertainly.
“You stupid, wonderful goofball,” Monique whispered softly.
“Hey now, one of those insults didn't get canceled out!”
“How does ‘oddly attractive’ grab you?”
“Not as good as you do, I have to say,” Ron replied, slipping his arms around her waist.
“Dummy.” Monique turned his head to her and gave him a full kiss on the lips. “First thing tomorrow, we're going out and getting you that sign that says you're my stuff.”
“I think bold lettering is extra.”
“Not in tattoos, it's not.”
“…well, that's…nice and permanent.”
“So?” Monique asked, her eyes narrowing.
Ron gulped. “Just gonna look a little awkward on my forehead is all.”
“It'll be on your chest. We'll get you some mesh tops.”
“Can Shego be at the tattoo parlor to laugh at my pain? I figure a plasma blast to the gut will hurt slightly less, and I'll need her to remind me of that.”
“You either get that tattoo or get us some matching rings. And since I'm employed and you're not, I'm thinking you better just take it like a wimpy man and get the tattoo.”
“Does being your stuff mean you get to order me around like this?” Ron asked.
“Nope. But being your Nubian fertility goddess does.”
“Aw, man…”
“Silence, mortal! Worship me with thine gi-normous piehole!”
“…is that some kinda secret Nubian code, or-”
“Shut up and kiss me,” Monique translated.
Ron did as he was told. “I don't have to sacrifice anything to you, do I?” he asked afterwards.
“I require that you give of yourself.”
“Financially?”
Monique smirked, tracing his jaw with her fingers. “Sexually.”
“But I'm already doing that.”
“Not twice every night and sometimes in the morning, you're not.”
“…all kidding aside, I'm not Kim. I can't do anything.”
“True, but you'll do this. My word is law, and you're my stuff.”
“I'll be your necro-stuff at that rate.”
“Would you really want to die any other way?”
“…you said only sometimes in the morning, right?”
“It's negotiable,” Monique replied with a smile. “But not too much.”
From the moment Shego picked her up after practice, Kim could sense that something was bothering her. It probably wasn't anything big, but it was enough to change Shego's demeanor, so it was enough for Kim to worry about.
“Are you going to tell me what's wrong, or do I have to drag it out of you?” Kim asked as they stepped into the house.
“In a minute,” Shego muttered.
“Okay. So what were you up to all day, in between pestering Wade for info?”
Shego glared at her. “Art project,” she grunted.
“Let me guess. Gardening with Mom?”
“No. It was…photography.”
“You mean my new picture?” Kim asked excitedly, her face lighting up. “Let me see!”
Shego looked even more uncomfortable. “Promise you won't laugh.”
Kim sighed and hugged her. “Shego. I'm inspired to do a lot of things when I look at you, but laughing is nowhere on the list, trust me.”
“It's stupid,” Shego argued, automatically tucking Kim's head under her chin. “You'll laugh.”
“Promise I won't.”
“Mom is evil, you know.”
“Right. And Drakken is orange.”
“She's got you fooled, Kimmie. The woman is a manipulative spy.”
“Are we talking about the same Mom?”
“YES.” Shego paused for dramatic effect. “Kimmie, she drugged me. She slipped me a mickey! In apple juice!”
Kim smirked. “Sure.”
“She DID! I was out for hours!”
“Isn't it just a bit more likely that you worried yourself to sleep over me?”
“Yeah, but that's NOT what happened! I was drugged, and she was the only one here!”
“Okay. Let's say Mom did drug you. For what purpose?”
Shego lowered her head in shame and handed Kim a folder.
“My pictures!” Kim squealed, snatching the folder and whipping it open. She'd been hoping for something subtle but sexy, but if her mother had taken these, maybe that was asking too much. At least they'd be tasteful, if not tasty.
So Kim got the shock of her life when her eyes took in the sight of Shego curled up in her bed like a sleeping cat, her head pillowed on one arm, and tucked just under her chin…
…was Kim's Pandaroo.
“I know she drugged me! I have no memory of any of that!” Shego said forcefully.
Kim didn't answer. She'd never seen Shego look so…vulnerable. Or cute. Slowly, she looked up into Shego's angry face, and then back down at the contented, sleeping one. Finally, she put the picture down, grabbed Shego by the hair, and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
Shego's eyes widened in surprise as she pulled away a few seconds later. “The hell?”
“If slipping a mickey is all it takes to make you look like this, you'd better watch your drinks around here from now on,” Kim said with a sly smile as she walked away.
“HEY! DAMMIT, KIMMIE, THAT'S NOT FUNNY!”
“SHEGO!” Mr. Possible's voice thundered through the house. “LANGUAGE!”
“Oh. Um…SORRY, POPS!”
“NO YELLING!”
“…” Shego let out a frustrated growl and stomped upstairs to Kim's room.
“NO STOMPING ON THE STAIRS, YOUNG LADY!”
Shego's face twisted in rage as she jerked to a stop, her hands flaring green for a moment. She made it to Kim's room, where she found her significant other facedown on the bed, her face buried in her pillow to keep her giggling quiet. Glaring at her, Shego slammed the door behind her.
“DID I JUST HEAR A DOOR SLAM IN THIS HOUSE?”
Shego ripped the door open and yelled, “DAMN RIGHT YOU DID, POPS!” She slammed the door even harder, prompting another fit of giggles from Kim.
“DO I HAVE TO COME UP THERE?”
“NO! I'LL COME TO YOU!” Shego lunged for the door, but Kim grabbed her around the waist.
“Shego,” she gasped between laughs, “no!”
“Get off me, Kimmie! He's MINE!”
“No, I'm yours,” Kim insisted. “Remember?”
Shego calmed down only slightly. “Yeah.”
“And you would rather stay up here…with me…than fight with Dad, right?” Kim asked, tracing little circles on Shego's stomach.
Shego had to consider that question for some time. “I guess.”
“And you'd rather hold me than Pandaroo, right?” Kim asked, her voice trembling with laughter.
Shego whirled on her. “Oh, NOW you're gonna get it,” she growled, advancing on Kim.
“You're cute when you're angry,” Kim noted before she was picked up and tossed bodily onto the bed.
“NO JUMPING ON THE BED!” came the shout from below.
Shego's eyes blazed, but Kim got her attention by clearing her throat. “I thought I was going to get it a second ago?” she asked innocently.
It took some major effort, but Shego didn't jump her. “No. You'd like that. You need to be punished. So you can cuddle with your damn Pandaroo, because I won't be here tonight.”
“And where are you going to sleep?”
“The hovercraft.”
“There's no bed,” Kim pointed out.
“…” Shego growled and headed for the door.
“You're not really leaving?” Kim asked in surprise.
“I'll find a place,” Shego replied, opening the door.
“Shego, wait! Don't-”
SLAM!
“SHEGO!”
“SHOVE IT, POPS!”
Ron was watching a movie with Monique. Ron liked watching movies with Monique. Because it presented the most fascinating opportunities.
Since he and Monique had skipped dating, he didn't have to worry about making moves unless they were fooling around. She had settled against him at once, dragging his arm around her shoulders. Really, she'd done all the work.
Which left the fun part all for him.
About ten minutes into the movie, Ron's fingers began to casually rub Monique's bare shoulder.
Monique slapped the fingers as if they'd done something wrong…and then settled Ron's whole right hand comfortably on her breast. Then she went back to the movie.
Ron's left hand moved closer, and the fingers began to lightly move across Monique's knee.
Monique grabbed the offending hand and moved it much higher on her leg, dropping it on her thigh. “Ron, you are one sad white boy. You have no moves at all.”
“I like it when you make them for me. Helps me save energy for later.”
“Point taken. Anything else you were thinking about doing now?”
“Well, I thought I'd-” Ron stopped as Shego climbed in through the window. “Can we HELP you?”
“Gonna crash here. Don't mind me,” Shego muttered, heading straight for the bed. Where they were.
This did not bode well, Ron figured.
…or did it? He threw a curious glance at Monique, who was already glaring at him.
“Don't even think about it, white boy.”
“Oh, ew,” Shego gagged. But she said this as she pulled back the sheets.
“Um, HEY?” Ron asked.
“Hi,” Shego answered, climbing into the bed and turning her back on them.
“Does Kim know about this?”
“We had a fight. I'll make her apologize in the morning, and we'll be fine. Don't worry.”
“It's not Kim I'm concerned about right now.” Ron cleared his throat a few times, drawing Shego's attention. Then he squeezed Monique's breast.
“Oh. Sorry.” Shego didn't move, or look even remotely sorry. “Well, if you're gonna do it, turn off the lights and get me some popcorn. And keep the fluids to a minimum.”
“Get the woman popcorn, boo,” Monique ordered.
“WHAT?” Ron asked in shock.
“I am in the mood. Shego being here doesn't change that. GET THE POPCORN.”
“But I can't! Not with her watching!” Ron pleaded.
“Nothing she hasn't seen before,” Monique pointed out.
“I could offer some pointers,” Shego suggested. “I wasn't always into girls, y'know. I could tell you what you're doing wrong.”
“Well, that changes everything.” Monique looked at Ron. “Get the popcorn. And grab a pen and paper.”
“Aw, man…”
Next Chapter: Fast forward to a time where things have gone mad. Heroes roam the globe, and we call them…cheerleaders?