Dr. Director sat behind her desk, hands folded in front of her face. She was looking stoicly at the files and reports littered all across the surface of her desk. They were, each and every one, about criminals. Madmen trying to take over the world by means of some grand, ludicrous scheme. And every single time Global Justice agents arrived on the scene, the Grand Weapon of Doom had been destroyed, the computerised countdown had been aborted, the henchmen were unconscious and the madman was in chains and smiling vaguely with blank, unfocussed eyes. And, if the lair had come with cameras, there would also be a great deal of security footage mysteriously missing.
Clearly, Global Justice had help from a vigilante. Or possibly vigilantes. And one (or ones) that didn't like to be known.
Of course, many vigilantes liked to hide their real identities, but few of them went to such great pains to hide their secret identities as well. It didn't make sense. That is to say, it did make sense, but it was one highly specific kind of sense and one that Dr. Director rather hoped wasn't it.
She took the file marked ‘Drew Lipsky’ and leafed through it. She didn't need to since she knew the contents by heart anyway, but there was always the vain hope that she'd been wrong the last twenty times she'd looked through it.
No, still no sign of Shego. Not even a mention of her.
Not that that was particularly surprising. After breaking out of prison, Shego had disappeared. There were speculations that she had fled to Mexico or Canada or some such place, but that didn't make sense. With the death of Kim Possible, there was nothing left for Shego to flee from.
Dr. Director sighed and put the file back on her desk. There was nothing else for it.
She tapped a button on the armrest of her chair. “Steve, I'm leaving early today,” she said. “And I won't be available to anyone.”
“Uhm… not even the Secretary of Defense? Should he happen to call.”
“No. Not even him.”
Two figures strolled through Upperton park. It was pleasant evening and there were still people jogging or walking their dogs. But, somehow, no-one seemed to notice the two strolling women while at the same everyone carefully avoided them.
“She looks nice,” said Shego, eyeing a jogger that had just run past. “Tasty.”
“Shego, no,” said Kim.
“Come on Princess, I didn't mean it like that.”
“Doesn't matter which ‘that’ you meant it like, the answer's still no,” said Kim.
Shego grabbed Kim's arm and rubbed up against her. “Aw, aren't you the possessive one?”
“I'm not possessive,” said Kim flatly.
Shego grinned. “No? Pity. I've always enjoyed being wanted.”
Kim just rolled her eyes theatrically.
“Still… a healthy young thing like her? I can't imagine how good she'd taste.”
“Shego, no drinking humans,” Kim snapped.
“I don't see why,” said Shego, breaking away. “It's not like I'm gonna kill them.”
“Doesn't matter,” said Kim. “We're here to protect humanity, not leech off of them.”
“No, that's why you're here, Princess. I'm just going along for the ride. And I don't see why I can't enjoy the benefits just because you have a problem with it!”
“I let you feed on me,” Kim said, in a voice so low it was nearly a whisper. “Isn't that enough?”
Shego looked away. “Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, that's enough.”
Kim stepped closer to her and took her hands. Shego looked up at her face. She was smiling. It was almost as bad as that pout. You couldn't say no to that smile. Well… she couldn't, at least.
Wordlessly, Kim put her arms around Shego's waist and pulled her in. Their lips met. The park stopped existing.
A man walking his dog completely failed to see the two women standing in the middle of the path and wondered why his darling little Sheltie was suddenly growling and yapping.
After an eternity or two, Kim broke the kiss and leaned her forehead against Shego's.
“We OK?”
“Yeah. We're OK.”
Someone coughed. “Pardon me for intruding, but…”
Kim and Shego turned swiftly, the world flooding back around them.
“Dr. Director?” said Kim.
Dr. Director stepped out of the shadows and nodded in greeting. “Kim,” she said. “Shego.”
“Didn't think I'd see you again,” said Kim.
“And you probably also didn't think I would see you again,” said Dr. Director with a faint smile.
“Wait, hang on,” said Shego. “How come you're not surprised at seeing Kim walking around?”
Dr. Director extended a hand. “Shall we take a walk?”
Kim looked at Shego, who shrugged.
“Now, before anything else, I would like to make clear that I'm not actually here,” said Dr. Director after the three of them had walked in silence for a while. “And, of course, this conversation isn't happening.”
“Typical,” said Shego.
“Kim, if you don't mind, could you tell me how you came back?” Dr. Director asked.
“I… didn't really feel like it was my time yet,” said Kim.
“I see,” said Dr. Director. “It's rare, but you're not the first vampire to rise like that.”
“What? How do you know she's a vampire?”
Dr. Director smiled. “Let's just say, I have a nose for this sort of thing, shall we?”
“So why didn't Global Justice ever tell me about vampires?” said Kim. “I mean, in my line of work I might've come face to face with one, right?”
“There is only one thing Global Justice knows about vampires,” said Dr. Director. “And that is that they don't exist. You might say I'm here on behalf of the community.”
“The vampire community?” said Shego.
“The community,” said Dr. Director. “Also, Shego, I take it Kim was the one to sire you?”
“Not that it's any of your business, but yes.”
Dr. Director nodded. “I thought as much. And you share each other's blood, which is good.”
“What? Now how could you tell that?” said Shego.
“You know Kim,” said Dr. Director, ignoring her, “of the vampires who came back the way you did quite a few of them are still fighting crime to this very day. I can't say I've ever met one of them, but I know they exist. And some of them decided that they had the jobs they had come to do and decided to wait and see one last sunrise. And then there were a few… quite a few… who became disillusioned.”
“Disillusioned?” said Shego.
“What happened to them?” Kim asked.
“I think it'd be better if you never found out,” said Dr. Director. “In any case, the night's not young any more and I really need to be going. Good luck to the both of you. We'll be sure to keep an eye out for you.”
Dr. Director suddenly disappeared off the path and the bushes.
“Wait, hang on,” said Shego. “What happened to the vampires that were sired like me? What about the traditional ones?”
Shego ran off the path after Dr. Director, but quickly stopped.
“Where the Hell did she go?”
Kim stepped up next to her. “Does it really matter?”
“I hope not,” said Shego.
“Come on, let's go,” said Kim, taking Shego's hand. “The sun'll be up in a few more hours.”
“Yeah, all right.”
Kim and Shego quietly walked down the path towards the park exit.
“So now there's a whole community out there,” said Shego.
“Apparently so,” said Kim.
“Shame, really,” said Shego. “I liked it better when it was just us.”
“Really?” said Kim.
“Come on, Princess, don't act so surprised. It's not like you don't know I don't like sharing.”
Kim smiled and leaned her head on Shego's shoulder.
“And you'll never have to,” she said.