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Restitution's A (Green) Bitch	By : Posted4You Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Kim/Shego Views: 9748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2 - Pass the Epicac Dr. D.

Shego watched Kim as they walked past the boundaries of the back yard into the open field beyond. She was not so much waiting for a surprise attack, insomuch as she was just trying to guess why Kim was so psycho-pissed at her ever since she saved her ass from those bastards a few weeks back.

"It couldn't be that I have some dirt on her," Shego thought to herself. "And it couldn't be that I, her arch-rival, came to her rescue...though that would in itself be galling. Especially for the GREAT Kim Possible. No, something bigger is going on here."

The muscles in Kim's jaws were positively writhing.

Shego sighed. Suppositions aside, she needed answers.

"Bitch."

Even though the field they were traversing was relatively even and free of pitfalls and rocks, Shego nearly stumbled as her knees nearly buckled from the simplicity of the expletive that Kim muttered. This girl has issues alright.

"For the sake of your pearly whites," Shego growled, "I'm going to say I was deaf for the last few moments."

Kim stopped in her tracks, her jaw set firmly, giving Shego a venomous look. "Then I shall repeat it due to your hearing impairment. You are a stuck-up, two-toned, bug-biting, whore’s-faced, busy-bodied BITCH!"

In the kitchen, Anne gasped out loud, wincing at the language that even she could hear coming from her daughter. She knew that this wasn't going to end well. She turned away from the window, wondering if she should call... Who could she call? The police? "Help, my daughter is using foul language..." Wade? He's probably already monitoring the situation.

Ronald... Anne couldn't stop the sad chuckle that burst from her throat at that thought. He'd be here in a heartbeat, but for all his good intentions, he just didn't have the 'right stuff' for this confrontation.

"Listen Princess, I told your mother that I made a mistake when I heard you were in a situation that you couldn't handle. I never told her..."

"I don't give a shit what you said! And don't EVER think that I was in a sitch I couldn't handle! This isn't about me, it's about US! I mean YOU! It's about you! It's what you did that's eating me alive! You stole my fantasy from me, you took..." Kim suddenly realized that she was spewing a little more than she meant to say, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. "Just...fuck off and die."

Spinning on her heel, Kim bolted back to her house, leaving Shego stunned in her wake.

"Wait Kim! Those guys..."

"Leave NOW Shego! The police will be here in a few minutes!"

Slamming the door nearly in her face, all Shego could do was fume. Fume at Kim's blind arrogance. Fume at her stubbornness. Fume at the sheaf of papers that she had grabbed from her jacket pocket.

She unfolded the pages and re-read the lines she had highlighted. "Red-head." "Cheerleader." "Hard-body." "Asking price...$200,000."

Moments later, all that remained were swiftly cooling ashes. Fuck...I'm going to regret doing that...

"Oh Princess..." Shego sighed deeply.

"Oh my God..." Anne was standing in the open doorway. "You really do care for her, don't you?"

Flustered and wondering if the good doctor had some ninja skills of her own, Shego quickly turned away, brushing her hands free of the last remnants of the contract. When did she open the door?

"I..." Shego cleared her throat. "I respect her as an equal. She's the only woman...girl, who's been able to stand her ground against me. Or even beat me," she muttered. Slow cleansing breath... "She's a warrior that needs guidance away from a path that will lead..."

"Cut the crap. You care for her." Anne interrupted.

Shego knew it was a mistake to look Anne Possible in the eyes when she spun around to deny the accusation. She knew what her eyes must have been saying even as she remained stone silent. She tried to focus her eyes to radiate scorn...or denial...even pity would do at this moment. But Anne had already seen the truth behind those green eyes.

As silently as she failed to deny her feelings, Shego turned and glided into the darkness.

"You have my respect, and my trust," Anne whispered into the night. Only then did she allow her gaze to rest on the small bits of un-charred papers on the ground.

"DRAKKEN!" Shego blew into their latest lair with righteous indignation burning under her tailfeathers. How dare that woman penetrate her defenses so easily? "DREW!? Where are you!?" DAMN all Possibles and their innate... "DREW!!!"

The blue skinned evil genius, slightly paler than he was few moments ago, considered bolting for the nearest emergency escape pod. Sure, there were a couple of walls between Shego and himself, but...

"I'm in..." Drew coughed, clearing the squeakiness out of his throat. "I'm in the lab Shego, there's no need to shout," he declared with false bravado.

The last time Shego used that tone of voice, they needed a new lair.

"Ah, there you are," Shego exclaimed with disturbing calmness as she turned the corner. "What's new? Anything planned? Anything...in the works?"

Drakken's weird-alarm was making it difficult to speak.

"N-nothing at the moment..." he stuttered. "The su-su-s..." He cleared his throat again. "The scientific community is, uh, working on some long-term projects that won't be ready to steal for a few weeks, but..."

"Do you remember," Shego interrupted, "the last time you were infested with those...things that shall remain nameless?"

The look on Drew's face said that he did. Oh yeah. Big time.

"I seem to recall that you swore that if I ever wanted anything in return, in any form, at any time, you would be there for me?"

"I...remember." Drew was definitely nervous.

"I need you to make me some toys."

Before Drew could stutter out some lame comment, Shego blew past him to the nearest computer and began connecting to the net. Drew carefully eased up behind Shego, looking over her shoulder. He was "painfully" aware that her on-line time was intensely private.

The last henchman who forgot that...well, he's no longer a hench-man.

"Drew?"

"I'm not looking!" He quickly turned away.

"Drew, this is a project we'll both be working on, so get over here."

One eyebrow arched almost painfully in surprise, Drew slowly inched closer to the monitor on the workbench. He focussed in on the domain name.

"This is the site Renderotica dot Com. And I want..." A few more clicks of the mouse and Shego found what she wanted. "I want you to make that." Her finger came to rest on the monitor, pointing at a shiny metal...device.

"H-uh... Th--th-uh... That-that's...obscene..." Drew was having a hard time of it. His sidekick, usually predicable in her unpredictability, had just kicked up the unpredictability quotient by another notch...or three. Why...? Never mind the why, how had... No, why...? "Whooo...nipples..."

"And this one. Make this." Shego was clicking the mouse, saving the images to the hard drive, searching for more devices that Drew had never before thought existed... And this was from a man who usually had a dungeon in every third or fourth lair he occupied.

"Oooh, and make a few of these! I think you can get them from Japan, but I'm sure you can make them cheaper and," Shego chuckled evilly, "and a little better." The images on the screen continued to flash past. "Wait a minute, I have some Doujinshi comics on my personal computer. I'm sure I've seen some toys that haven't been Rendered. I'll go get the disk with the stuff I want."

As Shego blew from the room, Drew, on wobbly legs, quickly flopped down in the now-vacant seat. What had happened tonight? Why did she want...this? These? He slowly started sifting through the images that Shego had saved.

Never mind the "Why?" Shego was calling in a favor and Drakken knew that he would do his very best for the woman he relied so heavily on. She was not just his employee, she was his...friend. He respected her. He cared for her. He...had feelings for her.

Drew stood up just as Shego re-entered the room.

"I have no idea what's behind this project of yours Shego, but rest assured, I will give it my undivided attention."

Shego stopped dead in her tracks, her eyebrow arching slightly. Her eyes flickered down briefly before returning to Drew's eyes. A slight smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Drew suddenly realized...he had a raging hard-on.

To Be Continued...
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