To say Shego hurt was like to say the sun was hot. Her pores themselves gave her a cry of agony as she drifted into consciousness. She suppressed a groan of pain, and looked around.
She was definitely not in Tokyo anymore.
It was a very white and very well lit hospital room. She tried to sit up, but found that a particular redhead was curled up over the top of her. She let herself lean back, and played with the other woman’s hair, a small smile on her face.
The red head murmured something and looked up, “Morning dummy.”
Shego stared back in shock, “Dummy? Me?”
“Yes you. For risking your neck to take on Drakken by yourself.”
Shego pouted, or rather tried to, but the effort to look overly cute made her face hurt.
“KP let me remind you who went berserker on Dr. D after Shego got her tail kicked.”
The redhead stopped staring at Shego and glared at Ron. “Don’t you even start with me, Mr. Mystical-Monkey-Magic-Boy.”
Shego whistled, “What’d Stoppable do?”
Kim looked away, “He saved both of our butts, and beat the piss out of Drakken.”
Shego looked at Ron, “Great. Saved by the sidekick. Let’s just turn the whole world upside down right now!”
Kim snickered, “We already did that when you stopped being a villainess. So does this mean the world it right side-up now?”
“Dunno,” Shego quit gesturing wildly, and looked as if she was deep in thought, “Was the world upside-down or right side-up when we started?”
The red head snickered and kissed the other woman.
“You’re both a couple of loons, you know that?”
Ron’s wit was matched with a flying pillow, which smacked him square in the face. He blinked weakly.
“Great, the guy who saves the world can’t dodge pillows.”
“Gasp! KP, she knows my true weakness! Quit stop her before she informs the villain community through an angry emo web blog.”
Kim snickered as Shego pouted, “I am not emo, and I don’t have a blog. Though that does sound like a good idea. I could even sell wall scrolls of Kimmie and myself making out.”
“You do and you lose all bedroom privileges for life” There was a slight chill in the teen heroine’s voice.
“What doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger.” Shego stuck her tongue out at the girl on top of her.
“Or puts her in the hospital,” Ron noted, with a solemn look on his face.
“Quick, pass me the other pillow, I know a certain sage who needs a good thrashing.”
“Only if I get what’s left of him Pumpkin.”
Ron made a quick get away from the room, as if he were a deer on the run. He figured the two where just wanting their privacy, and posted himself as a guard next to the door.
“Ron, how’s your hand?”
“Great Dr. P! That salve did the trick.”
“And what have we learned?”
“Never fight plasma wielding villains bare handed?”
“Or at least avoid their plasma.”
The blonde nodded with this advice. “Good news, Shego woke up.”
The older red head shook her head, “Let me guess, Kimmie is making sure the woman is alright?”
“Maybe a private exam.”
“Oh? I didn’t know she was an MD.”
A frustrated shout came from through the door, “Knock it off you perverts!”
The doctor smiled, “Good to know it must be clear. They never notice anything that is going on when they do anything intimate.”
“Got to admit, it’s kinda cute.”
The woman nodded a little, “Just a little. Though don’t tell James I said that.”
“You’re secret is safe with me.” Ron held up his hand as if swearing before a court.
The woman smiled, “Thanks Ron. Now if you excuse me, I need to check on the love birds before they start to molt.”
A stifled giggle came from the room as the doctor opened the door.
“Shego! It’s not funny.”
Dr. Possible faked a pout, “You saying your own mother is losing her touch?”
Kim stammered, frustrated, “That’s, I mean. Damn it!”
Shego snickered, “You have a very dirty mouth for a young lady.”
“Says you. You swear more than me.”
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
“Do-”
The woman cleared her throat, “Now you two behave. I need to make sure neither of you have any serious injuries. I know we’ve checked for cuts, and scrapes, but you both took blows to the head, not to mention could possible have a few cracked bones. Especially you Shego, seeing as you got thrashed like a piñata from what I understand.”
Shego pouted. She hated exams. It wasn’t the nudity, it wasn’t someone else seeing her naked, it was the damn cold rooms. “Can we at least have some heat first? I really don’t like the though of standing around in a room that’s half a degree off of freezing hell over.”
The red head shook her head, “Honestly you’re as bad as Kim.”
The pale green skinned woman smirked despite herself and asked as solemnly as she could, “Is that a compliment or an insult?”
Kim shook her head, “You better be happy I love you, or else I’d thwap you right now for that.”
Life slowly returned to a semi-state of normal. Well as normal as things could be for a girl who had a knack for saving the planet, her best-friend/partner, and her girlfriend/lover/moral support/snuggle buddy/bed bug/book worm/Mistress of the Dark Secrets of Kim/partner could be.
“Bad news Kim.”
“What’s the sitch Wade?” Kim spoke to the boy on the other end of the connection through the small computer in her locker.
“I’ve checked everything twice. I still can’t figure out when Shego’s birthday is. And her brothers refuse to mention it, saying something about ‘Pain so great that death would be a welcomed release’ if they told me.”
“Sounds like Shego. And that stinks too…I can’t get her anything for her birthday if she won’t let me know.”
Wade shrugged, “You’ll figure it out.”
“Well, thanks anyways Wade!”
Kim shut her locker and sighed, it was hard loving a woman who preferred to shroud her personal details in mystery. But she managed somehow anyways.
“So, KP, any word?”
Kim looked up from her feet, “No luck Ron. The woman has managed to bury all traces of her birthday.”
Ron thought about it, “That leaves only two options then. Her birthday is either on April 1st or April 15th!”
“Why those two days?” Kim rubbed her temples, trying to understand his logic.
“Well anyone who’s born on April 1st gets pranked all the time on their birthday, and would obviously like to bury that rather than suffer another birthday related gag. And the other option suggests she really was corrupted at birth.”
“Good guesses, but both are wrong.”
Ron jumped a little, “Dang library ninja. What brings you into our sacred halls?”
“Easy, making sure you don’t go filling my Princess’ head with nonsense.”
Kim shook her head, “You’re both hopeless sometimes.”
“Am not KP, I have lots of hope!”
Shego cringed at that, “That joke was so bad it actually caused part of my brain to kill itself.”
Ron studied the woman carefully, “Interesting. There is grey matter under all of that hair then.”
Kim sighed, “Seriously, I know everyone likes to play this game of verbal abuse, but can we take a break?”
“Why?” Ron asked, honestly curious.
“Because I’m going to lock you two in a cage together until you stop if you don’t.”
Ron smirked at Shego, “Sounds like an excuse for hot tantric sex.”
“Rawr.”
Kim turned red, “Ron, you are not, I repeat are not allowed to mention my girlfriend, and hot tantric sex in the same day, got it?”
Ron pouted, admitting defeat, “Yeah I got it.”
The library job was going well, very well in fact. The school even worked around the ‘save-the-world’ trips, using ‘faculty supervision’ as an excuse to let the woman duck out at random times of the day, or not be at work the next day if jet-lag beat her down too much.
She had managed to recover from her poverty state and build up a decent savings account thanks to interest, and living under the Possible’s roof. By the end of the semester she had managed to save enough to start renting her own apartment, but she opted to wait on that until Kim was out of school. After all, what was the point of having an apartment if you had to live there alone?
Jim and Tim slowly made their way off Shego’s mini hit list as she got used to being near hyperactive twins again. It was a change of pace from her break she had from them, but she got use to the idea fairly quickly after she was positive the two trouble makers couldn’t make copies of themselves.
And all was well it seemed. Shego’s life had finally come full circle, everything was in stride. Life in one word was perfect.
Diary.
March 5th.
I’ve now been in this accursed hell hole for two months. My perfect plan to defeat Kim Possible once and for all (not to mention keep Shego from meddling with my plans) was ruined by a buffoon! Not just any buffoon. Yes, that damned…Ron…Stoppable…yes, Ron Stoppable. Oh how I detest him.
My knees have healed quite nicely though, but it is still some time before my arm will be freed from its cast. This has been a lot of patience on my part, and as a way to amuse myself while I recover I’ve been seeing a counselor, just as that blonde BASTARD has suggested.
The lady, by the name of Dr. Jones, is a fairly nice individual, and has helped me overcome many of those self inflicted mental torture sessions I used to have.
Not to mention that fury I’ve held for Dr. Dementor.
Though some of this is somewhat a ploy. Because that GOD DAMN S.O.B. is the reason I am here. Yes…he needs to pay. Pay dearly for what he’s done. I will find a way to make him suffer for the pain he caused me as he broke my perfect body, which in turn was stripped from me by Global Justice.
I underestimated the power of the boy, but not for long. No, I will escape when the time is right, and I will exact revenge on him.
For you see diary, I had developed everything in this plan from scratch. All of the ideas where mine, no outsourcing required for more than a few artifacts that held the right kind of radiation to produce that perfect me.
I had power. I had achieved God Hood itself!
The world was mine.
But –HE- just snapped it right back like I was nothing more than a three-year-old on a sugar rush armed with a death laser.
He had beaten me. He had the NERVE to LECTURE me, and now he will pay.
Oh yes, he will pay.
I don’t care if it takes a year, or a hundred, I will find a way to exact revenge on him in a way that hurts him beyond any other.
Yes…when I’m done with him and his “Mystical Monkey Magic” there won’t be a shred of humanity left. His tattered soul shall blow in the wind, for nothing will be left for it to hold on to.
Then that very soul shall be sucked into the eternal darkness I feel.
Remember diary, no telling anyone of this though, or I’ll be forced to burn you. Yes, just like I did my last diary for being so careless and letting Dr. Jones know all of my dirty little secrets.
Sincerely Yours,
Dr. Drakken.
“Ron?”
Ron inhaled as he waited for the news, Josh’s voice a gentle whisper over the phone, “Yes?”
“I have good news! The veterinarian says Rufus will be fine. The cancer has been taken care of, and the little guy should be recovering very soon!”
Ron smiled, “Thanks for telling me Josh.”
“No problem cutie.”
Ron was glad he didn’t get embarrassed often, “Right back at you sexy.”
“Mmm…like the ring of that. Well…I have to go, dinner and all that. Love you!”
“Love you too.” Ron gently hung up his phone and lay across his bed. Life was good.
And thus Fairy Tale Endings has ended. Yes, Drakken is completely off his rocker now. You’ll just have to live with it until I’m ready to start a sequel. Right now I have other stories, spin offs, and random stuff to write. And maybe some none Kim Possible related fan fiction if I can encourage my muse to cooperate a.k.a. my creative energy XP. As usual I love reviews, and I do reply to them if they are signed, if you –really- don’t want to review, message me and I’ll do my best to ping something back your way!
Anyways, thank-you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed this fan fiction. Even those two chapters that don’t look as cool/good as everything else does.