Kim let out a sigh as she dropped her bag to the floor of her dormroom. Brea seemed to be out as she tossed her carry-on onto her bed, and Kim laid back, glad to be home. Not that the dormroom was really home, though she had lived there for the last couple of years. But it was where she was living, and it always felt best to relax where you were comfortable, in a familiar bed. It was hard to believe that her room was becoming that.
Of course, it hadn't been much of a restful week visiting with Ron and Michelle, not when Michelle wanted to discuss the wedding at every oppurtunity, and even start the hunt for dresses while she was still there. And of course, Ron wanted to take her out, showing her the sights. Despite all the traveling they had done, it was rare for them to actually see the sights as it were, and it was refreshing to do that for a change. All in all, it had been a good week, if you took the new mission sitch out of the equation.
She still wasn't sure just how she was going to deal with Shego. For years they had been mortal enemies, and now, out of the blue, they were just supposed to work together? Though, they had worked together a few times in the past, and they had made a pretty good team then. The visit to Go City, and helping her brothers, was a good example of that. And to be honest, Shego was always more worried about the cash and the thrills. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Then again…
“Oh man, am I ever glad you're back. You have GOT to talk to that freaky hacker guy of yours. I swear, he's been watching me through the computer every day since you left!”
Kim lifted her head to look at her roommate, who was coming through the door covered in bags and boxes from her latest shopping excursion. If anyone was the stereotypical blond partygirl, it was her, though she was a lot smarter than most people realized. “Brea, I don't think Wade is spying on you.”
Brea dropped an armload of bags on her bed, shaking her head. “Are you seriously that naive? The guy is a sixteen year old teenage male with access to a dozen spy cameras in this room alone. You can't tell me he probably doesn't already have video of me with every guy I've been with since I got here.”
Kim raised an eyebrow at that, watching as Brea started putting her things away. “So why do you bring your boyfriends here then? Not that I don't mind going to the library every now and then, but if you think he's watching…”
“Cause it's hot silly, thinking someone is watching you. Don't tell me you never got the slightest thrill thinking you and… Don?… Jon?…”
“Ron.”
“Right, Ron. Anyways, don't tell me you didn't get a little thrill when you thought you'd get caught mid coitus?”
Kim laid her head back, knowing right off how this conversation was going to go. “Ron and I were never like that.”
“Not what the tabloids were saying.” Brea just smiled at Kim's groan. “Oh come on, I know you two were hot and heavy there, no use denying it. Speaking of which, how'd your trip go. Get all those urges taken care of properly for once?”
Kim shot up from the bed, looking upset. “Ron and I did NOT have sex this week, or any time in the last couple of years. We're just friends now.”
Brea just shook her head, returning to her new purchases. “Oh come on, no one talks to a guy this often and not have something going on. Besides, I've met Michelle, and she seems the type who might be into a little three-way action if you know what I mean.”
“BREA!”
“Oh you can't tell me the thought never crossed your mind. I mean, it's not exactly unheard of. For example, just last month, I had Carlos and Peter up here and… you know, despite how much guys talk about three-ways, the second you tell them it's going to guy-girl-guy, they freak like they're going to get cooties or something.”
Kim sighed in exasperation. “That's it, I'm going to the library.”
Brea reached out quickly, before Kim could get to the door. “All right, I'm sorry. But seriously, you're a healthy young woman, it's not good to store this stuff up. As you've said, it's been a couple years since you and Ron… you know, and you really should try to find someone, if only to take care of things. I still don't know how you can go from great to none just like that.”
Kim rolled her eyes. “How would you know if it was great or not?”
Brea's eyes were filled with mirth as she sat down on her bed. “You remember Christmas break, when they came to see you in your dorm room, and you had to take off to meet your professor for a brief meeting? I walked in on them.”
Kim's eyes went wide at that. “On my bed?”
Brea just grinned back. “Oh no, on mine. I didn't mind though, not with the show I got. Probably would have asked to join in too if you weren't coming back in ten minutes, the looks she was giving me… though maybe it might have given you a chance to loosen up and…”
“That's it, I'm out of here.”
“Kim… come on Kim, it's just…” But Kim was already out the door, glad to escape the conversation.
Kim could only laugh as she made her way to the library. Brea may be a little on the over-sexed side, but she was a good friend. Now if only she could get her off the notion that she needed to be set up with every guy she met. Of course, it probably didn't help that Brea had to give them a test drive to make sure they were good enough before making the introductions.
Kim heard a familiar beeping, and pulled her Kimmunicator out of her pocket. She smiled when she saw it was Ron on the line. “Hey Ron, what's up?”
Ron seemed a bit relieved to see her. “Hey KP, just getting a little worried. You said you'd call when you got back, I was just getting worried.”
Kim winced a bit, remembering the promise. “Sorry Ron, the flight was delayed, and just as I got back to my room, Brea decided on anouther lecture.”
Ron chuckled at the expression on Kim's face. “That bad, huh?”
“She asked if the three of us were going at it like monkeys all weekend.”
Kim laughed as she watched Ron shudder. “KP, don't even joke about that.”
“I thought you were over your monkey issues.”
“I am, but you just don't put monkeys and sex in the same sentance together, that's just… just wrongsick!”
Kim laughed again, feeling some of the tension leave her. “Yeah, I guess it is. She even came up with some story about you and Michelle going at it on her bed during Christmas break with her watching. When she said that, I just…” Kim paused as she saw the furtive look in his eyes. “That was just a story, wasn't it?”
“Umm… uhh…”
The screen split suddenly, and a smiling Wade was looking back. “Hey Kim, glad I caught you. I managed to get a lock on Dementor. Looks like he's ready to break into a lab in California.”
Kim ignored Ron's relieved sigh at the interruption, turning her thoughts directly to the mission at hand. “Jet prepped and ready to go?”
“Should be there in five minutes.”
“Want us to pop by and give you a hand?” Ron was gazing through the screen, knowing what was coming.
“No, that's okay. It would probably be over by the time you got there.” Kim sighed, knowing the answer to her next question. “I take it Shego's going to be coming along?”
Wade nodded, not looking too happy either. “Yeah, she's… umm… she's there now. Man, she made good time.”
Kim looked up, hearing the distinctive sound of her jet landing vertically. When it got lower, she could clearly see Shego, smiling back from the cockpit. Her eyes shot back to look at Wade. “She's flying MY jet? Why is she flying my jet?”
Wade winced, looking sheepish. “She said she wanted to get a handle on it, so she deactivated my controls.”
Ron saw the look on Kim's face, and decided now would be a good time to bail. “Umm… hey KP, I gotta go now. Talk to you after the mission is over.” He had signed off before Kim could say anything.
Wade however wasn't so lucky. The two waited for the plane to land, and Kim stormed up the ramp that had extended for her. She went right for the cockpit, eyes blazing. “What gives you the right to take Wade's control of the plane away?”
Shego just smiled that damnable grin right back. “I just wanted to see how my new toy would handle.”
“Your… new toy?” Kim was practically shaking at the thought of claiming her jet.
“Oh Kimmie, settle down, it's only right to share your toys with the other kiddies, didn't your parents ever teach you that? Besides, it's not like you ever fly this thing, not according to nerdlinger. You just ride it. Me, I like the hands-on approach.”
Kim's hands were clenched beside her. “Turn control back over to Wade.”
Shego just shrugged, trying to look innocent. “Sorry Princess, had to remove that module to do some upgrades. But don't worry, I'll put it back in later.”
Now Kim was furious. “Upgrades? You've been messing with my plane?”
Shego's smile was getting infuriating. “Had to see what I was working with. Besides, we're a team now, what's yours is mine. It's our plane now.”
Kim felt an urge to do something she hadn't even thought of since she had left Bonnie behind back in high school; hit someone that wasn't mission related. Clenching her teeth, Kim was practically growling back at Shego. “Just get us to where Dementor is attacking, and when we get back, you put Wade's command module BACK into the plane. Am I understood?”
Shego gave Kim a mock salute, the grin never fading. “Ma'am, yes ma'am!”
Kim had never wanted to so much to just slap an irritating grin off someone's face as much as she did now, but she bit back the urge, leaving the cockpit to Shego capable, if irrritating, hands.
Kim could see instantly which way Dementor had entered the building. Subtlety was not always the mad scientist's forte. A rather large hole gaped in the side of the building, visible even from the air. According to Wade, he was still in there, but she really wanted to get down on the ground quickly to prevent him from escaping. She had a lot of pent up tension to release, and since she couldn't take it out on her partner, she'd just have to take it out on someone else who deserved it.
“Come on Shego, get this plane on the ground now!”
Shego kept her grin hidden from Kim, who was more intent on watching the building. “You're the boss!”
Shego cut the engines when they were ten feet above the ground, and the plane dropped like a stone. It struck the ground, bouncing slightly, but that was more than enough to throw Kim to the floor of the plane. When the plane stopped shaking, Kim glared up at Shego, her gaze penetrating. “What was that?”
“You wanted us on the ground fast, didn't you? Besides, you should always wear your seatbelt at all times when coming in for a landing. Didn't anyone ever teach you that?” Shego was all smiles as she dropped the hatch, bounding out of the plane before Kim could retort.
Kim growled, picking herself up off the floor, and leapt after her erstwhile teammate. “Don't you think that was pretty stupid? You could have damaged the plane.”
Shego glanced briefly back, before turning back to the opening before them. “Nahh, it was well within the stress tolerance levels. Lighten up Princess, the plane's fine.”
Kim just glared further, before turning her attention back to the matter at hand. “All right then, here's the plan. Since we don't know where in the lab Dementor is, we just follow the path of destruction. You handle the henchmen, and I'll focus on Dementor. See if you can keep them off my back while I do my thing, I'd hate to have to call Ron in to do a simple job like that.”
All trace of mocking was gone from Shego's face at that comment. “Are you seriously suggesting that you think the buffoon can do a better job than me?”
Kim just smiled slyly at her, finding a hot button. “Well, I never had to deal with henchmen much when we were handing you and Drakken your butts, now were we?” Kim didn't give her a chance to answer, bolting through the opening, though she could clearly hear Shego grumbling behind her.
They paused at a new opening, and quickly spied their opposition. Dementor was already on the machine, what looked to be some sort of deathray. Kim sighed at that; considering the number of deathrays she dealt with all the time, it was a wonder you couldn't just pick one up by now at the local Smarty Mart at two for a buck.
Dementor was already well into his rant, and Kim just shook her head. “Vith this device, the vorld vill have to bow to my genius!”
Shego just looked to Kim expectantly. “Well, are we going to do this or what?”
Kim didn't even bother to look over. “I always like them to get through the rant as much as possible. Saves time later. Besides, most of the villains appreciate the well-timed entrance.”
Shego gave it a brief thought before shrugging. “Yeah, Dr. D. always did say he appreciated your timing, if nothing else. So, when do we go?”
“Now, the vorld shall feel the power of PROFESSOR DEMENTOR!”
“I'd say now.” Kim stepped through the opening, glaring at the villain. “Sorry Professor, but I think I'm going to have to cut your power supply off.”
Shego just leaned against the opening in the wall, unimpressed. “I don't know Kimmie, that line was pretty weak. Couldn't you come up with something better than that?”
Kim cast a look back, frowning. “This is so not the time for this.”
Dementor though was suitably concerned. “Kim Possible… and the traitor.”
Shego just raised her eyebrows, looking at him. “Traitor? I cut a deal. Or do I have to remind you of the deal you made with Germany three years back? I'm sure Princess here would love the tale of how you tried to teach science to a bunch of first graders.”
Dementor's eyes went wide, and his mouth opened and closed reflexively. “Henchmen, attack!”
Kim smirked. “Guess we get to skip the witty banter today. You'll have to tell me all about Dementor's little deal after this is over.”
Shego's hands flared to life, watching the incoming forces. “Even better, when I heard about it, I made sure to get it all on tape. The video is priceless. Oops, time to earn my paycheck.”
Shego leapt into the middle of the group, arms thrashing, bodies flying. Kim took a moment to admire Shego's handiwork, before flipping up and over the melee. She bolted through a couple of henchmen, taking them down before they could even move. Her attention was focused on Dementor, who did not look particularily happy. “Give it up Dementor, you can't win.”
“I think NOT hero thief. I VILL HAVE VHAT IS MINE! And their is nothing, nothing you can do to stop me. Not vith my new synthodrone forces!”
Kim's eyebrow shot up at that. “Synthodrone army?”
While Dementor laughed, the door opened, disgorging over a dozen red-suited forms. They employed no finesse, simply storming across the room and trying to dogpile on her. She drove the first five off and away, moving with a flurry of blows, but when she felt one wrap it's arms around her waist, Kim found her mobility cut. A second, third, and then fourth piled on, and Kim found herself dragged down to the ground.
Kim struggled and fought, but their weight was too much for her to throw off. She looked up, the only opening she had being her head, and saw the device powering up, Dementor smiling like mad. “Now, I vould not normally do this with my normal henchmen, but since they are only synthodrones… Farevell Kim Possible, ve shall NOT meet again!” Dementor laughed madly, then pushed the button.
Author's Notes - How will Kim get out of this one?