There were two things Kim didn’t want to do when she found out that Drakken had been pinned down. The first was sleep. Fatigue wasn’t a problem, Shego in the hands of a particular blue man she wanted to tear a limb off of and beat with the wet end, was. The second was waiting for the ride Wade arranged.
She could have left. She had a driver’s license, and Shego’s car was still in the driveway. She could be there before their ride arrived.
Nobody agreed with that idea though.
Ron actually had made a point of Kim’s problem with road rage as a reason against it.
“Fearing for the other drivers…please…” Kim snorted and tossed over to her other side in the bed. The very smell of her lover bothered her, and kept her awake. She needed Shego like she needed air.
And right then she felt like she was suffocating.
Shego ignored Drakken’s eager stares and pathetic attempts to arouse her anger again.
“You know Shego…I never understood what you see in that little whore. What is it? Can’t be her cup size, and she has virtually no ass…”
Shego silently drew herself to her feet, and for once, stood as tall as possible as she walked over to the wall Drakken was bothering her from.
“It’s because she cares. She cares about me for who I am. Hell, if I remember, you left me behind when your lab caved in. She saved my life. What did you do? Not even a phone call. And you wonder why I left.” She spit as she spoke. The bastard would deserve what she had planned. He deserved every last thing she could throw at him and more.
“Shego, that’s no way to treat the man who took you in, gave you a job, even put up with having his life threatened over his schemes.”
“Lipsky, hell is too good for you.” And with that she turned and walked off. It was silly to do in the confines of the cell, but it was better than nothing.
The doctor smiled, “You’ll be singing a different tune. Soon your defiant, traitorous ass will be stretched into infinite singularity along with Kim Possible.”
“Doc, as romantic as that ending sounds, I have one of my own. And in it, I’m not the one who dies.”
“Is that a plea for you’re life? A promise to destroy that whore you love?”
“No, it’s a promise to kill you.”
Drakken shook his head, “Now Shego, don’t go spoiling the fun. It just wouldn’t be sporting.”
Kim rolled over again. The clock hadn’t changed from her last check. With a grunt she rolled over onto her favored side and tried to sleep.
Sleep wasn’t coming though. She was wired with anticipation. Her body felt like it did after her first mission. She felt invincible against whatever could be thrown against her. She felt like she could take on the world by herself and win.
Yes…she wasn’t going to stop for Drakken. She was going to get Shego back.
Kim rolled out of bed and padded over to the closet, retrieving a shoebox off of the shelf. She smiled as she saw the warning label written in Shego’s neat script. The woman didn’t even question what was in the box and had just written the label on there as a reminder for herself.
“Kimmie’s private things! Do Not Touch!” She ran her fingers over the words before opening it, and dropping the lid to the floor. Yes, it was still there. The soft material unfolded in her hand as she pulled it out of the box. Yes…it was still in perfect condition.
The box gently tumbled out of her fingers as she gripped the outfit and fought with her memories.
She had saved the uniform from when she had been put under mind control for the first time. She had never told anyone of its existence, but she had a feeling that Shego knew.
Shego always seemed to know everything.
Kim sighed and pulled off her clothes, then her underclothes. The suit was too form fitting to wear the under clothes with it. It slid on with great ease, and she close the zipper before folding the Velcro flap over it. She sat down on the floor and pulled on the soft soled boots. They still fit perfectly. Finally came the ankle pouch. Yes…Drakken would have one final reason to fear the suit before he died. To fear the mess of green and black.
To fear was it stood for. And to fear the women who had worn the colors into battle.
Kim was sure that the boys heard her coming before they saw her come down the stairs. It was alright, she wanted it to be that way. She wanted the world to know she was coming to knock on its door.
And then coming to shove her boot in its face when it answered.
“Josh…you told me there was a chat room on there…can you get it online?”
“Not without some kind of account…”
Kim raised her voice a little, “Wade?”
“Yes Kim?”
“You heard him…we need an account.”
“On it…..Done. You’re now Flame. Password is swordfish.”
“You’ve always wanted to say that didn’t you?” Ron leaned around Josh to look at the small display on the Kimmunicator.
Wade grinned on the small screen, “Hasn’t everyone?”
“Wade…you rock. And I mean that. Remember that if something goes wrong.”
The room got quiet. No one wanted to admit it that something could go wrong. No one ever did.
Username: Flame
Password:
….
….
Identification confirmed.
Dialing….
….
…
--Connection Established--
Flame: I know there has to be someone out there.
Villainous Code: Oh my…are you..?
Cuddly Mutation: It couldn’t be her! She doesn’t have access to the network.
Flame: Who…Kim Possible? I am, and I do.
Ancient Mojo: Oh my…that makes no sense…what is a hero such as you doing here?
Flame: Making it known that Drakken is mine. His ass is mine. His life? Mine. His death? Mine. And if any of you ever try this shit on me, I’ll do the same damn thing to you. Got it?
Villainous Code: I believe we do Miss Possible. Now what exactly did he do?
Flame: He kidnapped my girlfriend, messed with my best friend, and generally just fucked up.
Ancient Mojo: Oh my…
Ancient Mojo: I think my crumpets are burning…
Ancient Mojo has disconnected
Cuddly Mutation: He messed with your love life? That is so mean.
Flame: Not as mean as I am going to be to him.
--Connection Terminated--
Kim let the two boys stare at the computer screen in fear. They had seen what Kim had said, and still weren’t sure they wanted to believe it.
“Kim….you can’t kill Drakken…” Ron was worried. His friend had changed. She had been angry before, but this was beyond anything he had ever seen.
“Why in the hell not? He wants to kill me! It’s called self-defense Ron! I can’t keep running from him, hoping that he’ll stop. He’s trying to kill me, you, Josh, and Shego. Not to mention take over the world. He should have died a long time ago.”
Ron flinched at her voice and didn’t argue with the red head. He knew better. Her tone of voice said it all. Arguing with her would be like fighting a volcano. Very foolish and very dangerous.
“Look….the ride will be here in two hours…you can catch it…I’m taking the car.”
“Kim, you can’t take the car.”
“Josh, if you’re hiding the keys, hand them over before I turn your world upside down looking for them. I’m not in the mood for games right now. Ron’s boyfriend or not, I will not mind getting aggressive right about now.”
“But will Shego?” Josh’s words were like an arrow as he spoke.
Kim faltered slightly, “She would…but then again she’d be doing the same thing for me.” Her grim face slid back in taking over for her softer one that had revealed itself at Josh’s words.
Josh silently handed the keys over to the red head, making a silent prayer for anyone else on the road.
Snatching up the keys and Kimmunicator she was gone.
Author’s Notes: Are we seeing the rise of a darker Kim? Is Drakken going to succeed? And with all of these promises of death going around, who, if anyone is going to die?