Saying Drakken had become frustrated with his situation was as useful as pointing out that the sky is blue on a clear day, or that staring into the sun was a bad idea.
He sighed as he slumped into his oversized chair in his office. Bits of mechanical parts, a couple of circuit boards, and a slinky where spread over the desk in front of him. Save for the slinky, it was the remains of a small spy drone he had created to make reconnaissance on Kim Possible easier.
Unfortunately he couldn’t just use it without testing it, so he had employed it's abilities in a live test. It had made it about three feet into Shego’s living quarters before it had been scrapped, and the remains dumped onto the desk in front of him.
The woman was far too irritable. Granted she could get the job done, but she had too many issues that she kept buried, and all of them had created a violent woman-beast creation that threatened to go feral on Drakken anytime he actually needed her help in an experiment.
Granted she had been right about cloning, and right about the ice fortress, but there were times when she could have proved to be more useful than just stealing a piece of equipment from a top secret installation somewhere.
But due to her explosive nature, she was essentially useless for anything else but stealing and fighting Kim Possible.
He shuddered as he thought about the teenager. The red head was a source of constant annoyance for him in every attempt of his to take over the world, but that came with the field of work he specialized it.
But the time he had walked into Shego’s living area and seen the stacks of recordings of the red head on them, much less the piles of pictures spread over parts of the floor, and tacked up all over the wall suggested that Shego was more obsessed with the girl that he was.
Though that trip had cost him a month of a full body burn, where moving was near impossible for the entire time, it was worth it in the end. He had learned that Shego took her work, what little she did of it, very seriously.
But why couldn’t she apply that to all of her job?
He head his head in frustration…too many questions…
Sighing, the man leaned back in the chair again and starting the turning of wheels in his head. Yes, he needed to think of a way to get Shego to be less violent. But how?
Mind control proved to be a bad idea, as did bribery, even paid vacations didn’t work on her.
What did work?
The idea floated about as he thought about all of his plans from the beginning, and he noticed one common thread. Kim Possible worked. The possibility of fighting the teenage “hero” made Shego practically jump through hoops to take the girl on.
Save for the cloning incident of course. He shuddered for a moment at the memories of that, and tucked them away into the back of his mind again. He could seek counseling for that after he took over the world.
Then somewhere in his mind something clicked and a light went on.
Counseling. He could send Shego to a counselor.
He stopped and thought about it. Sending Shego to a counselor was about as likely to happen as did house breaking Commodore Puddles.
He needed something that was easier to work with, something he could do without being fried to a crisp.
He immediately scratched out truth ray from his mental list of possibilities. She’d kill him the second she knew what had happened.
Which knowing her would be immediately.
The question was what could he do? What could possibly help him to delve into the woman’s mind and let him escape safely?
Torture was definitely out. He was evil and unethical, sure, but he just wasn’t that breed of evil.
He could always call up the clause in her contract that said she had to be honest with him when he asked questions, but that would lead to physical pain.
So legal worming was out.
He tapped his forehead and tried to think. There had to be something that would do it.
Then it came to his mind. He had drawn up plans for a Hypno-Beam several years ago. If he could just find those plans he’d be set-up for a way to find out what made the woman tick. And if he knew that, he’d be able to use the information to his advantage.
And possibly quit having her laughing at him when his mother suggested that they made a cute couple.
Yes, it was perfect plan.
And with a broad grin he scurried off to his lab to find the plans he needed.
Bath time was Shego’s favorite time of the day. It was the unexplainable joy of having the mounds of bubbles floating on the steaming water, with a touch of scented candle in the air that made it perfect.
She sighed and sank further into the water, it coming up to her chin. Even Drakken couldn’t ruin it.
Well as long as he didn’t blow up the lab that is.
Drakken poured over the plans furiously. Yes…he could modify the output wave frequency of the EMP Pistol he had built last Christmas and it should be able to disrupt the electrical impulses in the higher thinking sections of the mind…Not to mention the conscious portions of the mind...leaving just the subconsious...ripe for the picking.
He paced frantically. Everything was good on paper, but it was going to be a risky operation to pull off.
He sighed as he stopped pacing and set to work. The risk was worth the reward. If it worked he’d be able to deal with the woman a lot easier.
If it didn’t…well he’d be toasted again if he was caught. So things wouldn’t change. It was alright. Science only made progression if chances were taken.
Shego slowly slid out of the tub. Two hours was a long time to soak, but the water never got cold, so Shego had decided to stay in.
Though her powers had helped keep the water nice and hot, giving her that excuse.
Dripping she padded across the bathroom and grabbed a towel. Drying off she sighed at the though that she would have to put up with Drakken and his incessant droning on about his latest plan.
The man had more issues than National Geographic and had a bad tendency to start whining about them.
Needless to say this usually led Shego to tune him out. Not as much for disrespect as much as a way to preserve her sanity.
Leaving the towel on the bathroom floor she sauntered out across her living space to her bedroom. She didn’t make it though as she froze in mid-step half-way across what most closely resembled a living room.
Some one else was in her living area. She could feel it.
Not to mention the nacho cheese on their breath was a dead give away.
“Jacobs, if that’s you spying on me again I’m going to shove my foot so far up your peeping tom ass that it comes out your mouth.”
There wasn’t a sound in response.
Alright...not Jacobs..he always yelps when I threaten him...
She started to turn to see if she could spot the intruder when she was hit. Her body slumped a bit before it was caught. “Easy Shego…don’t need to hurt you.” Drakken eased her down while avoiding the sight of the naked woman sprawled out on the floor.
Grabbing a blanket off the couch he tossed it over her.
“Now Shego…can you hear me?”
“yes,” the voice was small, and sounded far away.
“Good…good…it means the Hypno-Ray worked at disrupting your conscious mind… Alright…I want you to go back to when you were younger…to when you first started to be…easily upset…” Drakken paused, the wording would need to be right or else he’d be looking at an annoyed Shego who’d be happy to kill him. “I want you to go back to then…Are you there?”
There was a different look on Shego’s face now. The normally hard features were softer, but only a little. “yes.”
“How old are you?”
“fifteen…I’m…fifteen…”
Drakken nodded, “Good…now…can you tell me how you became so angry?”
“no…it’s…its personal.”
Drakken growled in frustration, “Why not Shego? You’re fifteen again, and those memories should be fresh as if they just happened!”
Shego’s eyes were different now. Drakken could tell the effects of the ray were wearing off. It was only a temporary state as the mind would naturally recover from its disruption. Shego on the other hand was recovering at twice the speed that he had predicted.
Of course…I forgot to factor in that damned healing ability of hers.
His thoughts where scattered by a small, “Who are you?”
Drakken looked down at the woman next to him. Her eyes were softer now, gentler.
Not to mention she looked petrified.
“I…I’m Dr. Drakken….Why? Something wrong?”
The woman’s head nodded, “Last thing I remember I was in bed, going to sleep…where am I?”
Drakken mentally hit himself. The last suggestion he had given her was that she was fifteen…so it was natural to expect she'd remember being fifteen.
He had screwed up again.
“You're in my…home…I found you…in the midst of a wrecked building.”
It was a lie, a poor one, but Shego’s face looked fairly accepting of this.
“So…why are you blue…Dr…?”
“Just call me Dr. D….It’s a long story….Not to mention….you’re fairly...naked under that blanket….so why don’t you go see if you can find something that fits in the bedroom over there?”
She nodded, and pulled the blanket around her as she got up, and walked off to the bedroom.
Teach me to sleep nude…what was I thinking? She hit her forehead with her palm, Stupid…stupid…stupid Sara… No more sleeping in the buff…
There were two things she noticed as she dropped the blanket once she had made it into the bedroom. The first was that her body was a pale shade of green. The second was that her breasts were larger than she remembered.
“I guess….whatever….wrecked the house did this to me…” She felt numb…if she hadn’t run away the day before this wouldn’t have happened. Sleeping in an abandoned house…what was she thinking? She pulled open the closet and eyes the clothes. Several sets of green and black jumpsuits hung on there.
Tacky...but I love the color pattern.
Then she eyed it. An emerald turtle neck and a pair of black slacks that were paired up together.
She was pleased to find that the clothes fit perfectly. A little more snug that she was used to, the fabric gripping her curves tightly, but it looked good regardless.
After some serious digging she found a pair of black sandals that matched well enough.
“Well…better than those tacky boots I suppose.”
She wandered back out into what must have been the living room, but it was empty.
“Dr. D…?” Her voice echoed sadly as she looked around. He had saved her, brought her in, and gave her some clothes. She owed him a big thank-you, but her was no where to be seen.
Then she spotted the steel door. It was diagonally split, half black, half green. As she approached it the door slid open.
“Whoa…Star Treky…”
And with that she stepped out into the hall.
Drakken paced furiously across his office, from the book case on one side to the drafting table on the other.
“This is horrible! Simply horrible! I can’t take care of a teenager…or rather a woman who thinks she’s a teenager. Bah! Details aren’t important right now! Right now the important thing is that she won’t kill me for this.”
He continued pacing as he ranted to himself, waving his arms furiously.
“And what’s worse about all of this is the hypno-beam is only good for one use on a person! I can’t change her back!”
He stopped pacing as a tapping on his door derailed his train of thought.
“Jackson, if this is about Peters stealing your cupcake again I don’t want to hear it! You need to keep a better eye on-” He stopped in mid sentence as he realized who was behind the knocking as he opened the door. “Oh…hello…”
Sara walked in slowly, “Wow…this is a nice office…good supply of books too…” She said the last part as she eyes his book case hungerly.
Drakken started wringing his hands nervously, experience told him that things were about to go bad. “Can I help you with something…?”
“Sara.”
“Pardon?”
“That’s my name…Sara.”
Drakken nodded, “Right…right…Sara. You need something…?”
“I just wanted to say thank-you for saving me. That was very kind of you.”
The man winced at the word kind but didn’t say anything. “You’re…welcome?”
“Oh…and those guys in the funny looking red jump suits really could use decaf. They kept cowering or flattening themselves against the walls when I walked by. I think they are just a little too high strung.”
You would be too if you knew who you really are like they did.
“Right…I’ll look into it…”
There was an awkward silence, and Drakken shifted on his feet uncomfortably before anything else was said.
“Do…do you suppose I could…stay somewhere else…? I mean you have a really cool place here…but I don’t think it’s really teenager friendly.”
You have no idea Shego.
“Yes…yes I think I can arrange something. Just give me an hour or two to call some people.”
“Okay!” Shego, or rather Sara, as she now was skipped out merrily from the office leaving a very relieved Drakken.
“Thank-you….God…”
Wade was sipping a soda when the email arrived.
Dear Kim Possible’s Computer Geek,
PLEASE contact Kim Possible and tell her to call Dr. Drakken. I need her help with something that is impossible to explain in an email...it's too embarressing as well.
From the desk of Dr. Drakken
Wade read the message three times, and was tempted to click the delete button. After all, he was being lumped in the same group as any old computer geek.
He pushed his pride aside and hit the call button on a small panel on his desk.
“Hey Kim?”
Drakken answered the phone the second it rang. “Dr. Drakken, evil genius, how may I help you?”
“Drakken, it’s Kim. What in the hell is so important that I need to be woken up at three in the morning for? And it better be good, or else I’m going to visit just so I can personally kick your ass.”
“Well…you see…I was trying to see why Shego was so irritable…and well…”
“Get to the point before I call Wade for a ride. Sooner you explain yourself, sooner I can go back to bed.”
Drakken nodded, despite the teenager on the other end not being able to see her, “I accidentally made Shego think she’s fifteen all over again….she’s a teenager again…Well...mentally I mean...”
There was a choking noise, followed by what had to be laughter. “You did WHAT?”
“It gets worse…”
“How can it be worse? That’s hilarious!”
“She wants to stay away somewhere else than here…and you’re the only person I know who could possibly take her in.”
“Whoa there. I am not cleaning up your messes, or helping you fix them.”
“Please! Just until I find a way to reverse it…I’m on my knees here!”
Kim growled in annoyance, “Fine…but no taking over the world for six months.”
“Three?”
“Six or no dice.”
Drakken’s hopeful smile dropped, “Alright…you win this round Kim Possible…What time can I expect a pick up?”
“Try tomorrow. After I’ve had some sleep.”
“Alright…alright…I can take a hint….and thank-you.”
“Don’t mention it. Ever.”
The line went dead leaving a very thankful, and very relieved Dr. Drakken holding the phone.
Sara sat on the bed clutching the pillow. It had been a rash choice to not want to go home. But between what had happened with Jane and now the green skin, despite how sexy is made her feel, she couldn’t go back. Being a publicly known lesbian in school was bad, being one that was…well different was worse.
She hugged the pillow tightly.
Yes, she was making the right choice. She just had to hope that her next place to live…even for a little while, would be more accepting of who she was than Go City.
Then again, as long as they didn’t mind a green girl, she’d be welcome anywhere…
She hoped.
A/N: And when end the first chapter with just under nine pages of story. Question is where am I going with this thing exactly? Hell if I know.