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Patience Is A Virtue	By : KiGo-Sub Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Kim/Shego Views: 15123 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Patience Is A Virtue
by KigoSub
Chapter 2
A Real Treat
            Shego was looming in the shadows of an old oak tree above the Possible house, as everyone was leaving. Everyone, that is, except Kim. Shego couldn't see her anywhere. She waited impatiently, as her hands were getting sore from holding on to the gnarled branches.
            Once everyone was gone, she carefully peered through the window of Kim's bedroom. Shego saw Kim quickly grab her backpack and run out the door.
            “Gotcha,” said Shego to herself. She had just spotted the top of the nuclear reactor sticking out of the top of the backpack as it disappeared behind the closing door. She looked down, waiting for the front door to open. Muscles tightening, she readied herself, like a tiger getting ready to pounce on her prey.
            There was a click and Kim came running out the door. Shego let go of the tree and descended on top of a very surprised Kim.
            “Shego!” she cried, dropping her backpack.
            “That's right, cupcake. Say my name!” Shego smirked and lunged at her, ignited her plasma once again. Kim reflexively defended herself, dodging each punch and blast, while dishing out her own punches against her arch-foe. Finally Shego got tired of the game. With all her strength she jumped at Kim, dodging a punch and swung herself around behind her foe. She had one hand on Kim's left upper arm, pinning it to her side and the other holding Kim's right arm behind her back. Kim gasped.
            “Surrender,” Shego whispered into Kim's ear. The look on Kim's face was of pure shock, but she quickly regained her composure.
            “You can't have the reactor,” she said quietly. “It doesn't belong to you.”
            “I wasn't asking for the reactor, pumpkin. I was asking for you.” Shego’s grip on her tightened, and Kim winced.
            “I don't know what you mean, Shego, but give this up. Even if you stole back the reactor I'd come after it again—”
            “Shut up,” said Shego gently. “I don't want to hear about the reactor anymore. I want your surrender.”
            “You won't have it,” said Kim angrily, twisting her arm out of Shego's grasp and spinning out of her reach. She immediately got into fight stance — legs apart, knees bend, fists up and ready — but her face looked confused, and she was. Internally she fought with herself to not drop to her knees before Shego. Why would I want to do such a thing? Shego just looked at her with a smirk. Beep-beep-bee-beep! Shego raised an eyebrow.
            “Better get that, Kimmie,” said Shego. Kim kept her eyes on Shego as she pulled out the Kimmunicator.
            “What's the sitch, Wade?” she said.
            “Uhh, Kim, is this a bad time?” said Wade.
            “Don't worry about it. What's up?”
            “Just wanted to let you know that Mr. Hudson apologizes for being late and he'll be there in-”
A thundering sound filled the air, and Shego could feel the waves in her chest. She turned around to see a rather large helicopter hovering above the street with a rope ladder.
            “Well, I guess he's there, now,” Wade said. “Good luck.”
            “Thanks, but I don't think I'll need it,” replied Kim. “I'm just delivering the reactor back to the plant. No big.”
            “Okay, Kim. See ya!” Kim clicked off the Kimmunicator and turned to Shego. Both of their hair was blowing in the wind of the chopper.
            “I have to go, Shego,” said Kim. She grabbed her backpack and ran past Shego, letting her smell her body spray. Is that...coconut? Shego turned and watched Kim ascend the ladder and fly away.
“Soon, princess...” she said softly, “you'll be mine.”

            The pale green woman entered the lair with a bored look on her face. The rock entrance closed with a grumbling slam behind her.
            “Excellent Shego did you—” Dr. Drakken looked confused and he peered around either side of Shego. “Where's the reactor?” he asked.
            “Yeah, sorry, couldn't get it,” she said walking past him. “Kimmie got away before I could snatch it.”
            “What?!” exclaimed Drakken. “I thought you had it under control. I thought you were capable!”
Shego stopped, clenching her fists. She could feel herself starting to burn inside with rage and that burn turned into plasma in her palms. She heard Drakken gulp. “I mean, um, better luck next time, I guess.” He sounded very disappointed, but Shego didn't really care at this point. The plasma died down and she kept walking.
            She was a little distressed about what she had said and done with Kim. What was I thinking? She probably knows now! But she did look confused… maybe she doesn't know yet. But...maybe I want her to know.
            “Ugh!” she said exasperated. “What the hell, Shego!” She hit the wall on her right, sending chunks of rock flying. Helping Drakken take over the world was no longer a priority; taking over Kim Possible was. She stood there angry for a moment, before feeling the tension dissipate. She conceded once again. “What I want, I get, even if it seems impossible.” She laughed. “No, Kim Possible.”
            Peace. That was what filled the evening. Shego gazed over the rooftops of Upperton, as Middleton was far too close to Kimmie's home, and Lowerton was just...not classy enough for Shego. She sped and jumped across the rooftops, scouting for the perfect place. The moon danced across the buildings. She stopped and crouched at the edge of an old apartment building. She shook her head at herself. What am I thinking? I travel all over the world with Dr. D. and none of his lairs has ever been near the city. There's no place in the city for this. I need to find someplace... secluded. She turned and bounded her way across the city rooftops until she reached an almost empty parking lot with a single black car.
            She jumped down, landing with a crouch with one knee on the ground. She looked around carefully, making sure no one noticed her there, before making her way back to her car. It was a 2006 Chevy Corvette z06, with lime green tire rims. She quickly got in.
            “Hey, Corinne,” she whispered to the car, stroking the wheel; she loved her car. Maybe a little too much, she admitted to herself. She turned the key and the engine started, making a nice rumbling sound. Scratch that; I love this car way too much. She smirked, pulled out and drove away.
            She wasn't really sure where she was going, but after she turned onto the local highway, she punched a few keys in the center console. The previously almost invisible screen between the two center speakers lit up and asked for a password. Shego typed in the name “Kimmie” before access was granted. She thought for a few moments before typing in what exactly she was looking for. She wasn't sure how easy this was going to be. She finally typed in “Tri-City Mountains” and got a very long list. Realizing that was too generic, she started to add another word, when she saw headlights coming at her and realized she was in the wrong lane. She swerved back to right hand lane as the two cars passed each other.
            “Asshole needs to get out of my way, the prick!” she cursed. Back to the computer, she added the word “abandoned” to her previous query. The first article mentioned an old lumber warehouse. Shego shook her head. The second article that popped up caught her eye. Abandoned Tri-City Mountain mansion rumored to have dungeon? She clicked. The article read:
“...mansion previously owned by Michael and Audrey Chesterfield of Chesterfield Industries ™, manufacturer of the famous Chesterfield engines was abandoned after their deaths. It is rumored that the two owned a dungeon in their home, though it has not been found...”
- Upperton News
            “Perfect!” said Shego aloud. But why the hell would they own a dungeon? Shrugging, she typed in the address on her GPS, and made her way towards the mountains.
            It was the middle of January, so she expected it to be snowing. It surprisingly wasn't, but it was still cold as hell. She turned on the car heater, and looked out the window at the evergreens. This area was so perfect for what she had planned. “You are in for a little surprise, princess.”
            She finally reached a clearing with a tall wrought iron fence around a relatively large house. This must be it! She stopped at the gates and got out of the car. There was a very thick heavy chain with a huge lock. She thought about trying to pick it.
            “Screw it,” she said and instead fired up her plasma and blasted it. The first one only damaged; it took her five blasts before she finally gave it her all and just melted the damn thing. Irritated now, she pushed open the gates, got back in the car and drove in. She parked behind the house.
            “Gotta find this dungeon,” she said aloud before getting out again. The songs of the forest filled the air, as Shego could hear a choir of crickets and an occasional owl hoot. She walked up to the mansion and looked in through the back window. Yep, definitely abandoned. There was not a piece of furniture in sight, let alone any decorations. She tried to open the window but it was locked.
            “Damn it.” She scaled the side of the house gracefully to try a window higher up not wanting to break any windows. This one was unlocked. Relieved, she opened it and slipped inside. The room she was in was carpeted with royal blue colors and the walls were a cherry colored wood. She kept herself from sneezing from the dust she stirred up upon entering.
            She wandered the house, looking for any clue as to where this supposed dungeon might be. She looked in every bedroom, every bathroom, the empty library, the kitchen, and almost everywhere she could think of. She carefully examined the walls, looking for cracks and crevices. She searched for hours before she finally leaned against the wall.
            “Well shit,” she said, lingering in one of the halls. Across from her was the library, and a few feet over was the door to the master bedroom. She had hoped she would have no trouble finding it, but it was proving to be quite a challenge. Almost losing hope, she thought something seemed peculiar. She walked into the library and looked at the wall supposedly bordering the master bedroom. She then went into the master bedroom and noticed that there was quite a gap between the two walls... This is wide enough for a secret passage! Shego looked around for anything that could possibly open it. There was nothing. She examined the wall in the bedroom more closely and found a dirty spot on the wall that was the shape of a hand. Gotcha! She placed her own hand over the spot and waited. Three seconds later a section of the wall slide back and behind the stable walls. There was a descending spiral staircase beyond.
            “Bingo!” Shego said with a grin and started down the stairs. Old dusty cobwebs lined the railing and Shego made sure not to touch them. She didn't want them on her gloves. She descended several yards below the house before finally reaching the bottom. It was very dark, but she could tell at least the floor was made of concrete. She ignited her plasma, creating a green light that gently illuminated the room.
            She gasped at first and then chuckled evilly. All around her were wondrous objects and contraptions that were perfect for what she had in mind. In the middle of the room there were two leather cuffs hanging from a single thick chain in the ceiling, as well as two cuffs chained to the floor. At one corner there was a large wooden X-shaped device with cuffs at each end. All along the stone brick walls hung several different implements: a bullwhip, floggers of various sizes and colors, paddles of varying shapes and thicknesses, crops and canes and… Shego was grinning very widely at this point. At another end of the room, there also was what looked like an old medical table. Shego walked over to it and looked at it carefully. She found that it had a place to put one's feet at the end much like — she chuckled — where one would put one's feet for a pap smear. She looked around to the side and nodded, seeing the chains for optional cuffs.
            “My my, Kimmie,” she said. “You are in for a real treat.”
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