It had taken a week of careful planning, and it would take even more careful execution for the plan to work. Yes, it was ready.
Now he just needed the right…bait.
Kim kept sleeping regularly only because of Shego’s nagging to do so. That much the woman was sure of. It was the same way with eating too. The red head was stubborn, but gave into Shego’s demands readily.
It was a week before Shego had gotten a reply from Senor Senior Sr. It was short and didn’t hold much in the way of information.
It simply just read:
You were right. I’m not sure of the exact plans he had for her, but Blue Man Group is on the move. Be careful, I fear the worst.
Shego didn’t show the message to Kim, the girl was hardly sleeping when she did, and only ate enough to pass as a meal. She was barely living, and Shego knew why.
Despite it all, Kim had a fondness for her sidekick. Ron had been her best friend for over thirteen years, and that meant a lot to the girl.
Enough in fact that she went into a mode of barely living to try and track down Drakken. She spent hours looking over various search results, power grid readings, even ill-gotten Time Share Lair account information. If it was possible to get a hold of, she got it.
Shego admired her lover’s spirit. It was one of the many things that kept reminding her why the girl drove her wild, out side of the bed as well as in it.
Shego on the other hand kept pouring through every resource she had through the coveted laptop. Nothing had come out of it, even counting the message she had received.
Which was not good news; if the old man’s resources couldn’t find out what Drakken was doing, no one could.
Shego lay in the bed, and tried to think. She needed some sleep, so she could trade off with Kim, but it wasn’t coming to her.
She just had too many questions.
“Fucking a.”
“Shego, I heard that!”
“I could guess Pumpkin. I said it loud enough.”
“Get some sleep! You promised you would!”
Shego sighed, “Alright! Alright! I will.”
She wouldn’t though, not for another hour as she tried to piece together what exactly was going on.
Her sleep was restless and only lasted for a couple of hours before she was awake again.
Something was wrong. It was quite in the house. Even in the past week Kim had music playing as she worked. Now there was silence.
Hands a glow Shego treaded downstairs barefoot. It wasn’t her usual clothing she wore for a fight, but the pajamas would have to do.
She relaxed when she saw the red head passed out at the computer.
Shego calmly sauntered into the kitchen and set about making a light snack to tide her over until breakfast.
Something struck out from behind her though and the world went dark.
It was hard to move at first as she came too. The floor beneath her was cold and hard. Her vision focused as she slid to her feet.
Yes something was definitely wrong now. She was still barefoot in her pajamas, but she was no longer in the kitchen, much less in her own house.
She was in a cube encased in some kind of shifting clear material that shimmered.
“You like it?” She turned behind her and spotted Drakken behind her, outside of the shimmering material. “I built it especially for you. Completely harmless to air, but it is completely immune to all of your little powers.”
“What’d you hit me with?”
“You like that? It was one of your skillets. I think it was the cast iron one…then again I wasn’t being too picky.”
Shego shook her head, freeing it from the last of the cobwebs, “How in the hell did a spaz like you sneak up on me?”
Drakken smiled, “Tut tut Shego. No name calling. The Monkey Kung Fu I learned from watching Fisk as proved useful. Though that time it was actually a different technique…I folded space time…”
“Wait a minute…how in the fucking hell did you fold space time without destroying the universe?”
The blue man grinned, “It was remarkably easy to do once I generated the right concentration of dark matter.”
Shego shook her head. The method was preposterous to say, but apparently that hadn’t stopped the man from doing it.
“That is beside the point Shego! For now that I have you, Kim Possible is bound to come to me.”
Shego couldn’t help but smile, “She wanted a piece of you as it is. You are now fucking done for doc.”
The smile she got was confident. Too confident for Shego.
“No. No, I believe she is this time.”
Shego’s smile faded as he began his evil cackle.
A silent prayer was all she could manage to summon herself to say.
“May God help us all…”
Kim slowly and groggily came to. She blinked as her eyes came too, and stared at the computer. All of her search material was closed save for one.
It was a simple message in a text program.
“’Stop me if you can.’” Kim read it to herself again, then once more. With a raised eyebrow she grabbed the Kimmunicator and hit the call button.
Wade came up on the screen. Dark circles from his own searching showed he had done very little sleeping.
“Hey Kim…sorry…no news.”
Kim bit her lip, “Wade…can you do me a quick favor?”
Wade nodded slowly, “Sure.”
“Can you tell me if my computer has been tampered with…you know, hacked, a worm or anything hit it…?”
Wade nodded and started typing, it was slower than his normal speed, but he still managed to produce quick results. “Nothing. Though I love that ‘hidden’ folder of you and Shego.”
“If that ends up on your hard drive so help me-”
“Easy Kim! I thought I was making it up…Jesus…”
“Oh…sorry Wade…forget you ever heard about it then…and go get some sleep, okay?”
Wade nodded, “Alright….just….yeah…I swear I’m going to die of a heart attack before I’m twenty.”
Kim shook her head and killed the connection. If it wasn’t an infiltration, then how had the message appeared on her system?
She noticed it had a scroll bar active and scrolled down, and nearly died of shock.
Typed out, just like the address on a letter was an address. Well save for a missing zip code.
“Shego and Drakken…556 Evil Place…Kansas?”
Kim slowly got up, and walked to the stairs, “Shego? You awake?” Not hearing a response she walked up the stairs and stopped at the top. The bed was empty and hadn’t been made since its last occupant had gotten out of it.
“Shego…?”
The phone rang, and Ron answered with his usual sense of wit.
“Ron’s meat packing plant. You smack it, we pack it.”
There was not laughter, not even a ‘Shut-up Stoppable’ from the other end. Then he heard the sound of light sobbing.
“Hello?”
“R-Ron…Shego’s missing.”
“I’m on my way KP.” There was no more that had to be said. It was all that was needed to make Ron worry.
Shego had stuck close to Kim since they became a couple, and refused to be parted more than a few hours.
This had made it a really big challenge on the woman’s birthday to make it a surprise.
It had almost failed too, but Kim had convinced the woman to go out with Monique and go shopping by resorting to her pout.
Shego caved instantly.
Ron winced slightly from his hurting ribs as he bent over and kissed the sleeping boy on the forehead. Josh was used to Ron disappearing at strange times for missions, and would forgive him for this too.
He fought back a shiver and slipped outside. The night air was cool, even in the summer. But he could worry about that later. He started his scooter and started down the road toward Kim’s house.
“Wait…you’re telling me that instead of capturing Kimmie, you left her there to GUESS what happened to me?”
Drakken nodded, “Ingenious isn’t it? With her trying to figure out where you are, I can finish my latest project.”
“It’s not another laser is it?”
Drakken rolled his eyes, “I’m not a hack Shego. It’s much better. It’s a black hole.”
Shego shook her head. She couldn’t believe the ignorance of the man. “So you’re telling me that you’re going to throw my girlfriend into a black hole?”
“No, she’s going to jump in.”
Shego could feel the familiar signs of a migraine forming. It was that shifting material that kept Drakken from certain death, and he knew it. “Why in the hell would she jump in?”
“To save you.”
It made sense. It a screwed up round about way the simplicity of the plan actually made sense.
“I hate you so much right now.”
“Good, then we’re on the road to being even.”
Shego could have killed him right there. Kim wanting him alive or not. “Even? You want to talk about even? You’ve used someone I love against me, and tried to kill us both. You’ve copied my powers, not to mention those damned syndrome thieves of yours that mimic my style.”
Drakken shrugged, “You started it when you left my employment for that bitch.”
It was hard to describe how furious Shego was. “Don’t you call her that!” Her fist engulf itself and she swung.
And met the shifting material.
The feedback made her hair stand on end as she was blown to the floor, coughing.
“I told you I designed this for you. Don’t worry…we’ll have lots of fun waiting for that whore of a lover of yours to show up.”
Shego could only cough up one word. But it was enough for now. “Bastard.”
Author’s Notes: And the plot thickens! Will Kim find Drakken and stop him in time? Or will she be doomed to be crushed to infinite singularity inside of a black hole? Is Shego truly powerless in the confines of her new prison? How will Ron fair without his abilities? And why am I asking all these questions?
Find out more in the next chapter!