It had been two weeks since this declaration that her rival, Shego, was no longer human. Since then Kim had been having a serious decline of excitement in her missions. Oh sure, there was the normal ‘Stop DNAmy from stealing my pure bred genetics’ and the ‘Monkey Fist is trying to destroy my dojo in rage, help!’ missions, but could one really call those missions?
There was no excitement, no get up and go! Not like it had been when she fought Shego.
Shego…
Kim hoped she was okay. Even if she was a villain, did she really deserve what GJ was doing to her?
Should I have Wade contact Global Justice? Just to make sure nothing weird is going on?
Nah, she shouldn’t bother him with things like that. At least not right now. There hadn’t been any news reports on TV, and this wasn’t really as bad as that whole Ron Factor thing. They weren’t investing thousands and millions of dollars into this right?
“Quickly, I wish to invest thousands and millions, no…a ridiculously large amount of money into this project!”
“Achoooo!” Kim sneezed, rubbing her nose as she frowned.
I must be coming down with a serious cold. This is so not the drama!
She was just thinking to hard. Surely, if Shego got into a lot of trouble she could just call on all the other villainous contacts she had.
“Those damn traitors. Of all these villainous contacts I have and I can’t even call on one of them,” Shego ranted.
She had just found out that, for some weird reason her Super Powered No Trace Cell Phone’s (the SPNTCP for short) number had been blocked from every known villain communication device she could remember.
“Fate is mocking me,” She groaned, sliding back down the alleyway wall she’d found a short refuge in. It had been two weeks now. Two weeks of running and hiding and fighting back. One weeks of trying her hardest not to hurt anyone, and another of getting hurt herself. She was only lucky she was a survivor, and that she had decided to wear one of her physical damage absorbing cat suits the day she’d been declared an ‘animal’.
Even my get-away-house has rejected me. A house…rejecting me! A house I'm suppose to own, damnit!
It was as if GJ had invested a ridiculously large amount of money and time into making sure she had no place to go, no one to run to…
Except…
Shego scowled then, shaking her head. There was no damn way she’d go to her, and even if she did, wouldn’t she just turn her in to Global Justice anyway?
But Kimmie isn’t like that, she doesn’t promote eradication of her enemies, she only brings them to prison.
Perhaps Kim Possible was on her side. Maybe she could hide out there. The thought of seeing a surprised Kim Possible when Shego would turn up on her front porch seemed priceless.
Yeah, then what would I tell her? ‘Hey Princess, sorry about the house call but I got crazy GJ agents on my butt trying to totally wipe me off the face of the planet? Can I come in? Oh don’t worry, I may now be an animal but I’m house-broken?’
She shook her head with a grunt, that would never work.
“Eh!” She groaned, the sound of gunfire interrupting her thoughts.
“Here we go again…”She growled, stepping from around the corner, hands ablaze with green plasma fire, the heat building around her in waves. “Okay freaks, you ready for another round then?”
She gritted her teeth, seeing almost a dozen of GJ’s special forces. Their guns didn’t look like they had the day previous though. A tall man in uniform soon stepped up, aiming the shotgun shaped weapon her way.
“Fire on my count boys!”
Shego lifted her hands, flaring the power out before charging forward.
Let’s see what you babies can do…
Kim sighed as she hung up the phone, bidding Ron farewell before doing so.
“Man is Ron excited.”
Tomorrow was the day Ron’s new game came out, Kim knew he’d been waiting on the release of Cold Blooded Monkey Battle Part 4 for a whole month. He’d even saved his allowance for it.
It won’t help him bring up that algebra grade any, though.
With a slight laugh and a stretch she got up off the bed, moving to her dresser to take out a pair of PJ’s for the night. The pair with the cuddle buddies decorating the pants and shirt looked like they’d do, and so she slipped them on before she went downstairs.
Clad in PJ’s, Pandaroo slippers, and robe she walked into the kitchen, and found the tweebs building some sort of thingamadohicky.
“Beat it tweebs, isn’t it past your bed time?” Kim asked, opening the fridge and removing the milk jug from off the shelf.
“Yes, but this is of top importance!” Tim replied, fiddling with the wires of yet another large rocket.
“This’ll blow the heads right off the neighborhood dogs.” Jim said.
“Not…literally I hope.”
“Of course not!”
“But if it does…”
“Geez!” Kim complained, “Just go to bed, before I tell mom about this whole…dog being beheaded thing!”
Without a word the twins gathered their things, rushing from the room speaking their strange language and leaving Kim to sigh.
“My bros have very weird hobbies. I wonder if I should worry?”
Nah.
She had bigger things to worry about anyway…
With her glass of milk she would take to the steps, sipping it along the way as she opened her bedroom door and closed it shut behind her.
After all, she did have bigger things to worry about other then her brothers’ strange hobbies.
Things like the the large woman shaped shadow banging at her window.
Wait a second!
Setting down the glass of milk she grew tense, slipping into Kim Possible mission mode. She pressed against the wall, hearing the bang grow more panicked and slowly lifted back a curtain.
“Shego?”
Boy did Shego looked pissed.
Throwing up the window she would reach in to grasp the woman without a thought, flipping her up and over onto the bed behind her before leaping back and slipping into a martial arts position.
Shego hadn’t seen that coming.
She groaned from her spot on the bed, hand upon her head as the room spun.
“Damnit, Kimmie!”
“Don’t you da-damn-damnit…don’t you speak to me like that!”
“What’s wrong, Princess,” Shego snarled, struggling to sit up past the pain of her current injuries, which were all but forgotten in the heat of a verbal battle with the Possible, “Can’t say damnit? What, afraid to? Damnit damnit damnit!”
“Shego!”
“What!”
“You’re bleeding!”
Shego glanced down then, finding that her cat suit was indeed splotched several shades of crimson in different places. “Oh yeah…”
“What happened to you?”
“Global Justice happened, Kimmie…” Shego slurred. With the sudden remembrance of all her wounds came a sudden exhaustion. “People usually bleed when they get shoot.”
Kim swallowed hard, moving to shove Shego right back onto the bed. “You’re hurt, and bleeding all over my fresh bed sheets!”
“Oh, thanks Kimmie, that made me feel better,” Shego whispered sarcastically, lifting a hand to shove Kim’s hand away from her torso and wounds.
“Just stay here, Shego! I’ll go get you some help alright?”
“Help? That’s what I came for…some help…will you help me?”
“Yes, yes I’ll help you.” Kim replied, noting how soft Shego's voice sounded
“Yes? You said yes? You have to help me then, with GJ…” Shego mumbled.
“Yeah, sure, I’ll do it Shego just don’t move okay? Oh man, it’s dripping on the floor too, what the hell happened?”
As Kim waited for a response from Shego she set to removing the green skinned woman's boots, only glancing up to find Shego had gone unconscious, maybe from the lack of blood.
“Mooooom!”
Shego woke up to the warmth of a bed beneath her aching body, something she hadn’t had the chance to enjoy in a week. She sighed, feeling lethargic and lazy, almost sedated even. Just where was she?
Had GJ gotten hold of her? But that was impossible, they wanted to kill her not detain her, and even then this bed didn’t feel like the lumpy mattress of a prison.
Two voices floated over head and she strained to hear them, catching a small chunk of the conversation.
“But mother, I can’t send her back out there like this.”
“She’s been declared an animal Kim, if we don’t send her back out there the police will be knocking on our door.”
“The neighbors don’t know about it yet, Shego came in through the window.”
Shego heard who she supposed was Kim’s mother sigh.
“Alright then, dear. You best figure out something to do quickly, before the neighbors get scared and run us all out the neighborhood. I know you mean best, but we must protect our family as well.”
“I know Mom, and I will!”
Shego heard a door close soon after, and peeking open one eye she allowed her green eyes to meet up with Kim's own.
“Oh! Thank god you're up,” Kim whispered, moving to sit at the edge of the bed.
Shego only grunted, struggling to sit up as the blanket that had been around her fell down from her body to show that she was quite naked underneath it.
“Is there a draft in here--Holy!”
Shego blushed a bright red, watching Kim do the very same before Shego remembered about the sheet and moved to cover up her body with it, scowling the entire time.
“What's the big idea! Why the hell am I naked?”
“Shego!” Kim squeaked, clearing out her throat as she began to babble, finding the wall above Shego's head to suddenly be very interesting.
“It. I. I mean, that is. You were…I mean, you know--”
“Well?”
“You see, you were bleeding all over the place and Mom decided that, in order to help you we needed to undress you. That was totally not my idea! If you look down you'll see the bandages too, it's proof! I, in no shape or form, wanted to see you naked or undressed you with perverted intentions in mind!” Kim responded, talking so fast it took Shego a moment to understand what she'd said.
Shego quirked a brow, risking a peek beneath the covers to see that there was, indeed, several bandages coiled about her slender waist and belly. “Oh…well, good job.”
Kim coughed again, still blushing a very bright red that caused Shego to grin in response.
“A very good job, Pumpkin. Why, I hope it was your skillful hands that wrapped these bandages on me. I wouldn't want to have it any other way, you know.” Shego purred.
Kim hit the floor then, collapsing right onto her bottom as she stared with her mouth wide open. “S-s-shego!You pervert!”
“Only around you, Princess.” Shego winked.
Finding her resolve she would rise again, frowning. “Enough of this! Shego, what were you doing at my window bleeding all over the place?”
Aw, back to business, Shego thought before responding. “I came for help.”
“I figured,” Kim said, “You were mumbling about it before you…passed out. I don't know if I can do anything Shego. GJ is way more powerful then just little ol’ me. Although I really don't agree with what they're doing…”
“You said you'd help me,” Shego interrupted.
How did she remember that?
Shego was really going out on a limb here, “Please, Kimmie. You got to help me. You're the last person I can turn to. You can think of something, can't you? You're a Possible. Anything is possible with …you know, yadda yadda.”
Kim thought hard, frowning as she did so. “Well…Okay, at least until I can speak with Dr. Director and find out what the heck is going on. I'll hide you out here until then. But, as long as that law and report are out you're still a dangerous animal so you can't leave the house…and you need new clothes. That cat suit of yours is totally destroyed.”
“Humph,” Shego grunted replying sarcastically, “I'm a dangerous animal, huh? Then just slap a collar on me and call me your pet.”
“Huh,” Kim said, eyes wide as a idea suddenly came to her. A brilliant, genius idea even! An idea that could make even Wade jealous!
“That's it!”
“What's it?”
“If you're my pet, then you're not dangerous. It would make you tame! You could leave the house so we could get you new clothes too! Best of all you'd be safe from Global Justice, Shego!”
“Now hold on there, Kimmie, I was only kidding--”
“I've got to call Wade, Shego, so just stay right here alright? I may be able to help you after all!”
Before Shego could say another word Kim was already up and out of the room with her Kimmunicator, excited and positively beaming at the thought of saving another poor life caught in the corruption that is the government as she pounded back down the stairs.
“NOW WAIT JUST A DAMN MINUTE!”
Mr. Possible blinked, sitting up on the bed and frowning.
“Honey.”
“Yes dear?” Responded a sleepy Mrs. Possible.
“Did you hear something? Sort of like a confused angry yell echoing through out the house?”
“Go back to sleep dear…”
To be continued…