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Disclaimer:
I do not own Kim
Possible, the very sexy Shego or even the rabid plot bunny that spawned this
fic. As mentioned before all music lyrics are property of the respective
writers and credit will be given where credit is due. There’s some potty
mouth going on in this chapter and it will only get worse as the story
progresses. Also, my next chapters will take longer than usual to post so
please bear with me.

Chapter 2: Down Time, Up Tempo

Still in the past but over in
Middleton.

It had been 6 weeks since graduation and the city of Middleton was still
recovering from the alien invasion that had destroyed large portions of the
town. Kim and her parents had been living in an RV in front of the
Stoppables' residence while their home was rebuilt yet again. The living
space was a bit cramped but with the twins staying at Uncle Slim’s for the
summer and the Drs. Possible working long hours Kim had the two-bedroom
trailer all to herself most of the time.

Ron Stoppable popped his head into the small room that Kim
Possible now called home. “Hey KP!” he shouted with his usual not-so-inside
inside voice, “I’m heading out for my shift, can you watch Hana again since
you’ll, you know, be the only one here?”

“What if I get called out on a mission?” Kim replied,
glancing up from the book she was reading. Please,
God, ANYTHING! I would save a kitten up a freakin' tree at this point!

Ron almost laughed out loud. They hadn’t been called out
on a single “real” mission all summer. Sure, Kim had saved a French town
from a ruptured dam and somehow managed to divert a volcano’s lava flow from
engulfing a small village in Chile but there had been no villain activity to
speak of. “Well if you do get called out, take Hana with you.”

“Ron, I…” Kim sat up and began but the blonde boy had
already shut the door. She sighed and put the photo strip bookmark back in
her worn copy of ‘The Memo Pad’ to mark her place. The young hero had
experienced dry spells before. It wasn’t uncommon to go months without
seeing the same villain, but it was abnormal to go nearly two months without
running into a single villain.

“Hey, I’ll be working another double again tonight.” Ron
called to her from the front door of his house as she emerged from the RV.
“We never know when the next shipments are gonna come in and with every
Smarty Mart open twenty-four seven it’s always a madhouse.” Rufus poked his
head out of Ron’s pocket and nodded in agreement.

“No prob, I’ll just be here if you need me,” Kim paused
and offered a fake smile, “watching Hana, reading a book…” she waved
the book in her hand and still smiling muttered under her breath, “…dying of
freakin' boredom...”

Ron narrowed his eyes at her. “Ya know, Kimbo, I could
getcha a job at Smarty Mart.” he offered.

“No thanks; I don’t wanna end up getting let go like at
Club Banana.” Kim said and leaned over to give her man a kiss.

“Fired,” the blonde boy corrected her, as he leaned in for
the kiss.

“Let go!” she replied slipping the book between her
boyfriend’s approaching lips.

Ron kissed the book cover, licked his lips, and chuckled
slightly. "Mmm, tastes like boredom and chick flicks." He quirked an eyebrow
at his best friend and stated, “Anyway, um, I believe when you don’t show up
for work and they tell you NOT to bother to come in again… EVER! Yep, that’s
fired. I'm kinda an expert here.”

“Yep fired,” Rufus concurred.

“I was in Antarctica!” Kim snapped, bonking him on the
head with her book as if he were a bad dog.

“Whoa KP, I’m not the enemy here!” he screeched, covering
his head.

Kim’s anger faded, she wasn’t mad at him and she knew he
was right. She looked downtrodden for a moment and softly apologized, “Oh,
sorry Ron.” She looked back up at him and gave him a kiss. “I’m just
stressed out with all of this down time. I keep waiting for the other shoe
to drop, you know.”

The blonde boy immediately looked down at their feet as if
trying to make sure they both had their shoes on the ground. Kim couldn’t
help but smile. “I mean the last time we went this long without hearing from
any of the villains Drakken and Shego--”

“Are good guys now Kim. I know it’s freaky weird, but your
worst enemies just saved the world. 'Sides, with all the damage caused by
the big green aliens, I don’t think anyone wants to take over the
world right now.” Ron took his girlfriend's hand and gave it a supportive
squeeze. Rufus nodded and offered her his paw.

“Yeah, I guess you're right.” Kim agreed with a sigh
touching Rufus’s paw with her index finger.

“Hey, it’s not such a bad thing. There’s loads of things
to do around the house. I have tons of video games. They entertain me
for hours!”

“Yes, yes they do.” Kim deadpanned. “I’ll just go read and
maybe Wade will call.”

“I hope so!” Ron shouted cheerfully. “I’ve gotta go, have
a good time with Hana and DON’T let her watch the Flippies! It makes her do
ninju-nin-nuh... y'know, ninja stuff.” He left Kim at his doorstep and
walked over to his new scooter.

The redhead snorted with laughter. “OK, Dad.” she
teased as Ron turned over his engine. “Don’t forget to bring home the
bacon!”

“YOU WANT BACON?” he yelled as he put on his helmet.

Kim just shook her head and laughed. At least he’s back
to normal, she thought. She waved him goodbye and closed the door to the
house. Before graduation, Ron had been freaking out about their
relationship. He seemed to be more relaxed about things now, which his
girlfriend was thankful for.

The young hero turned her attention to her mission at the
moment. She mock pressed a button on her wrist Kimmunicator and made the
sound of static. “Chiiiizzzz, Go Wade!” She raised her voice to catch Hana’s
attention. The baby was in her playpen stacking blocks and knocking them
down with her toddler version of a roundhouse kick. “Drakken and Shego have
captured the Flippies!” the teenager shouted into her Kimmunicator.

The miniature martial artist gasped and reached for
Kimmie. “You wanna save the world, don’tcha Hana Banana?” Kim cooed, picking
her up and carrying her to the sofa. “No Smarty Mart or Club Banana for you!
No, no, no! You’ll be a super secret agent for Global Justice! That's
right! A-boo-boo!” she said playfully, blowing raspberries on Hana’s
belly to the delight of the child. As Hana giggled, Kim's thoughts turned
elsewhere. I bet the guys over at GJ aren’t babysitting. Kim wanted
to call Wade and ask him if GJ had something, anything for her to do,
but with Hana so content in her lap, the young hero decided she could handle
one more day of baby ninja diaper duty.

KPKPKPKP

Back at the timeshare lair...

Shego watched Drakken through the protective glass as he added another
chemical to the strange concoction he was making. He had been in the lair’s
only sterile chemistry lab for several days feverishly working on... God
knows what. Shego wasn’t sure but her boss was obsessed with it…
whatever it is. The pale green woman hoped it was a cure for his petal
problem, since she was pretty confident the gooey brown solution wasn’t part
of their current “evil plan”. The villainess snorted and scoffed at the
thought. There’s nothing even remotely evil about
his plan, just stupid. Why do I fall for this shit every time?

She had been wondering what the hold-up was on “Operation
Superstar”. All of the songs had been recorded, edited and mastered. She and
Drakken had even decided on an album title and he had set up a recording and
distribution company just to get the record out. With most of the world
under some form of reconstruction it was hard getting goods to stores using
the traditional methods. Luckily for them, Drakken had a fleet of
hovercrafts and henchmen with nothing better to do.

Shego was jolted out of her thoughts by the sound of the
phone ringing. “Ugh... I guess I’ll get it,” she muttered after the third
ring. “Y’ello,” she answered.

“Um, ja, hallo, iz mein leetle-- er, Professor Dementor
zere?” the elderly female caller asked.

“No, he’s not.”

“Und you’re sure he iz not being zere? Perhaps eating a
delicious raspberry strudel mit some vhipped cream und chocolate und--”

“Ja Frau, er Mann ist nicht hier!” the henchwoman
repeated in German. “He sold us his timeshare!”

“But eff he zaid he vould be zere plottink ze vorld
dominations und he iz not zere, vere iz he?”

“Ich weiß nicht! Was denken sie, wer ich bin? Seine Sekräterin?” With that Shego disconnected the call. She pressed the phone’s
intercom for the chem. lab and commented, “I think Professor DeMenz’s mother
just called.”

Drakken nodded absently to the message as he filled a
small vial with the brown goo. He had about a half dozen different mixtures
and he stalked from one to the next, filling small vials with the mud-like
substance.

The pale green woman hung up the phone and strolled back
over to the laboratory door. “Ya know, we can’t keep buyin’ up everyone’s
weeks here. Isn’t there at least one of your hideouts that’s still
somewhat operational?” Shego asked Dr. Drakken as the blue man exited
the lab with an injection gun and several vials filled with various shades
of brown goo.

The mad scientist growled and muttered, “Well, we’d still
have the Caribbean lair if SOMEONE hadn’t felt the need to save Kim
Possible!”

“Excuse me?” Shego snapped taking a step towards him.
“Warmongaloid was gonna KILL Kimmie!”

“So?” Drakken shrugged filling the gun with the vials.
“One less hero--”

“SO? SO!?” Shego nearly screamed. “Whaddya mean SO?
Possible’s saved your bony blue ass more times than I have! You should show
her a little respect!”

“Oh please Shego, she’s not all that.” he dismissed with a
‘pffft’ and double checked his gun to make sure all the vials were in
securely.

“She is too all that and ya knowoooowww!” Shego howled as
Drakken tagged her with the injection gun and hastily stepped back inside
the lab.

“You’re going soft ‘Shelia’, that was pretty easy.”
he remarked with a demonic grin as the steel doors slid shut.

The villainess growled at him as she grabbed her forearm
where the madman had managed to get her. “OH I KNOW YA JUST DIDN’T DO WHAT I
THINK YA DID!” Shego managed to roar tossing a plasma ball at his grinning
face in the door’s porthole. She punched the two-way communicator beside the
door and glared at her boss.

“Chill, girl,” Drakken replied into the intercom as his
petals bloomed. He knew Shego would be pissed about this but he didn’t feel
he had any other way to get her to accept his work.
She’ll be thanking me in a few minutes.

“Chill? Ya know how I feel about your stupid
experiments!” Shego spat, rubbing her arm. “This is a clear breach of my
Goddamn con...tract...?” the former heroine broke off in a puzzled tone as
her skin started to tingle around the injection site. “What the hell is
this bullshit?” she demanded to know. She took off her glove and
forcibly pulled up her skintight sleeve. Shego watched in horror as her
forearm turned from its pale green color to a dark olive hue. The pigment
slowly spread out over her elbow and wrist, becoming less green along the
way.

“It’s something I invented a long time ago. It never
worked on me but I had a feeling it’d work on you.”

“And again I ask: what the hell is it?” Shego asked again,
although she could guess what it was by what it was now doing to her skin.
Dr. Drakken began his lengthy explanation as Shego removed her other glove
and sighed with relief seeing that it was still pale green. “Turn around!”
she barked.

“What?” Drew asked then continued his explanation. “…and
since my skin color was a direct result of that, the melanin dye never
worked on me. It just made me a sick purple color like I was bruised all
over.”

“You’re gonna be bruised all over if ya don’t
FUCKIN’ TURN AROUND! NOW!” she ordered, undoing the snap on her collar.

“All right, keep your pants on!” he huffed, turning
around. “You... are gonna keep your pants on, right?” he asked,
turning his head slightly so he could get a glimpse of his beautiful
sidekick.

“Ugh... yes, genius. Now eyes forward!” Shego
barked, unzipping the front of her cat suit and removing the top half so
that she was just in her green swimsuit from the waist up.

Drew complied and resumed his explanation. “I knew if I
asked you if I could run a few tests you’d say no.”

“Damn straight!” Shego growled as she lifted up
both of her arms and studied them. “How did you do this?” she inquired, her
tone easing from anger to slight awe at the end. The dark olive color had
spread up her arm to her shoulder and then faded into her usual pale green.

“It’s a biological pigment. It’s-”

“Is it... permanent?” the villainess inquired cutting him
off. She trailed her scrutinizing green eyes up the newly tanned arm from
her painted black fingertips to where her swimsuit strap began.

“No it’s not, and I have other colors to see which one
goes better with your tone.” Drew explained, turning again to peek at Shego.
“How does it look?”

“Like I’ve been in the sun too long, and uh, newsflash…”
Shego paused and put the top of her bodysuit back on, “…it doesn’t cover my
entire body. It just dyed one arm.”

Drakken turned around and approached where Shego was
standing on the other side of the protective glass. “That’s because it was a
test, Shego!” He held up the gun and pointed to it. “I wanted to inject you
with six different mixtures to start.”

“Six?!” she gasped, quirking an eyebrow as she
continued to visually inspect her olive brown hand.

“Yes, so that we can get the right shade and see how much
you need to take for total body coverage,” the doctor paused and looked
down. “Um, can I come out now?”

“You’re sure this isn’t permanent?” Shego pressed
holding up her olive hand and slamming it against the glass where Drakken’s
face was. She was so furious with the blue idiot for injecting her. How
could he think what he did was okay? she asked herself, then decided to
put that question to the man. “Dr D, how could ya do this to me? I mean,
c’mon, if you’d have explained to me whatcha were doin’ I coulda…”

“You would’ve never let me. Like you said; it’s in your
contract: ‘No unapproved medical experiments without prior written
consent.’” he recited in a sing-song grumble.

“Still, this was so NOT RIGHT!” she snapped. “Give me the
gun.” Drakken looked down at the gun. “Come out here and give me the fuckin’
gun… NOW!”

“Shego,” Drakken began to say but he could tell by the
look in her eyes that whether he came out now or next month she was gonna
lay the hurt on him. He opened the door to the lab ready to take his lumps,
hoping Shego would just send a concussive blast to his brain and knock him
out. The super powered woman lunged for him and snatched the gun away from
his tiny grip. Drakken flinched away from her instinctively and Shego
grabbed him by the collar with her other hand. She pushed him into the lab
and the door hissed shut behind them.

“Explain to me as quickly as possible and without your
technobabble just how this shit works and what I’m supposed to do with it!”
Shego seethed, gripping his neck tightly and pressing her nails into him
slightly.

Drakken looked around nervously. If Shego beat him up in
the laboratory there was a good chance she would destroy all of his work.
“Promise me you won’t destroy the lab. It’s the only sterile lab I have to
work in.”

“Ugh, whatever! Now start explainin’!” she hissed,
scowling deeply at him. He’ll be lucky if I leave
this lair intact!

“Like I already told you, it’s a biological pigment made
from synthetic melanin that interacts with your altered melanin to produce
the color you see there.” He glanced at the olive hand holding the gun.
“It’s all completely safe. I even have a special mixture for the eyes.”

“My… eyes?” Shego queried almost intrigued then shook her
head of the thought and growled, “Continue.”

“The second injection is for the other arm.” Drakken
motioned to the gun in Shego’s hand. “It’s a lighter shade and slightly more
potent. The third and fourth injections are for your lower legs. They’re
both darker than your first injections but with a slightly reddish tint
instead of yellow. The last two are exactly the same color but with
different strengths. They go on your upper thighs. The color should last 56
to 72 hours but with your rapid cell growth it may not even last past the
first 24.” Drakken clarified as a vine slithered out from his pants and
wrapped around Shego’s waist.

“Get that thing off of me!” the ex-heroine hissed,
glancing down to see the vine tightening around her waist.

“It, ah, it thinks you mean to harm me.” Drew almost
whimpered as he tried to control the vine.

“I DO mean to harm you!” she snarled releasing her grip on
Drakken’s neck to rip the vines from around her.

Drew held in a pained cry as what was left of the vines
retreated back into his body. He watched as Shego looked at the gun and the
olive colored hand holding it. “I can’t make you normal, but I can get you
to a color that would be believable.”

Shego looked up at him. “I AM NORMAL!” she roared. “D'ya
know how long it took me to get used to bein’ freakin’ green? Green,
Drew, green!”

“I can imagine,” Drakken deadpanned, ripping out his
petals and straightening his posture. “I’m blue, after all.”

The thief glared at him for a moment, then her features
softened. “If you had this stuff for a while, why didn’t ya ever, ya know…
offer it to me before?” She looked back at her nearly normal colored hand.

“Because it didn’t work on me and… and I thought you were
happy being green, okay!?” he forcefully replied, then muttered under his
breath, “It actually made me sort of proud to be blue with you so
confident about being green.”

“Oh,” Shego sighed as her eyes lit up and her expression
changed to one of compassion. “I didn’t mean I didn’t like bein’ green, it
was just hard growin’ up that way.” Drakken nodded that he understood. The
villainess cleared her throat and scowled again. “So um, how’s this work
again?” she continued in her normal tone looking at the gun.

“Just inject the mega-melanin there and there, both
sides.” Drew explained pointing to Shego’s thighs and calves. “If you’ll
take off your uniform, I can do it for you.”

Shego glared at him and sucked her teeth angrily. “I’ll do
it my damn self!” she snarled. “I’ll be in my room! Don’tcha dare bother me!
I’ll come out when I’m damn well ready!” she warned, putting a glowing
finger in Drakken’s face.

“No problem,” the blue man replied with a smirk.
I knew she’d love it!

Shego frowned at the smirk and tapped Drakken on the
forehead with her glow. The madman slumped to the floor of the lab. “And
that’s for breaching my fuckin' contract, asshole!” she said as she
stood over his body. She looked at her hand and the little gun. Well this
is definitely one of those ‘careful what you wish for’ times, Shego
admitted, sighing as she left the lab and headed for her sleeping quarters.
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