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Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, Shego or any of the characters in this story. This story is rated mature for a reason and it is loaded with KiGo! Oh, it’s all about the KiGo! So you little Kim/Ron peeps best step away from this story because this is not about what you want. If you want Kim & Ron together watch the show. If you’re rooting for Kim and Shego, keep reading!
Chapter 3: Old Flames Smolder, New Flames Ignite
Meanwhile at Global Justice. Will Du stepped into Dr. Director’s office and set a numbered memory stick and a thin manila file folder on her desk. “Is this the KiGo report?” Betty Director asked.
“Yes it is,” the young agent Du confirmed, “and the memory card has all of the surveillance video footage we could find on them while Shego was under the influence of the reverse polarizer.”
“Thank you, that will be all Will,” Dr. Director dismissed her top agent waving him from her office. She slipped both items into her briefcase and proceeded to power down her office computers. A few minutes later Betty Director drove out of the Global Justice headquarters and headed for home. Her mind was full of thought and she couldn’t wait to review the surveillance footage in her briefcase. She stepped on the gas and raced toward one of the quieter suburbs.
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Kim’s tricked out car rounded the corner and entered the driveway of her parent’s home. She smiled at the silhouette of her boyfriend and best friend Ron Stoppable waiting for her in the living room window. “Just like a little puppy dog,” she said smiling warmly at the admission.
As soon as they heard the faint hum of Kim’s car Ron and Rufus sat up and peered out the window. “At last,” Ron said to Rufus.
“Unh-hunh fin’ly,” the naked mole rat returned in agreement.
Kim met Ron at the door with a kiss. “Miss me?” she asked with a sly smile.
The lanky blonde boy nodded. “How was it KP?” he inquired pumping his fist in the air and mimicking Kim’s battle stance.
“We only fought a little,” she admitted with an amused chuckle patting Rufus on the head and walking towards the kitchen to wash the thermos.
Mrs. Dr. Possible was making a family sized salad and Kim’s twin brothers were setting the table. “So how did it go, dear?” her mother asked while slicing up a tomato with surgical precision. She looked up at her daughter and wiped off the smudge of black lipstick from her face.
“Not bad,” the green-eyed redhead said touching her face where her mother had just rubbed it remembering the gentle graze of Shego’s lips there. “You had a little something there,” her mother pointed out smiling. “Oh yeah?” Kim questioned with a slight squeak in her voice while stealing a piece of carrot from her mother’s salad bowl and earning herself a smack with the wooden salad spoon for her thievery. “I’m gonna go change. I don’t wanna get Ranch Dressing on my mission suit.” She dashed upstairs to her room to change.
As soon as she entered her bedroom Kim went into her closet to get some plain clothes and leaned against the wall in the darkened space. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! What the hell am I doing? She stripped off her mission suit and changed into her blue jeans and off-white Om Buddhist top. She exited her closet and checked herself in the mirror. “That’s what I‘m doing,” she confirmed to her reflection frowning, “I just turned in my application to the lowest rung in hell!”
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Shego calmly strolled back to her room fighting to suppress the elation that she had filling inside her. She hadn’t felt like this in a long time. Well, not exactly like this. Stealing stuff for Dr. Drakken and fighting with Kimmie made her feel good but this feeling was close to pure JOY! And the rush… who knew Kim Possible, teenage superstar crime fighter, was also… Shego bit her tongue fighting the urge to scream out the end of the thought. She started running down the corridor back towards her room. I’ve died and gone to heaven!
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Dr. Director strode into her living room. In one hand she had a vodka and tonic and in the other her briefcase. She sat down in the oversized recliner in front of her widescreen TV that was flashing a Global Justice logo screensaver. The director opened up the case and took out two folders. One was marked highly classified and stuffed so full of reports and photos it had rubber bands keeping it closed. The other folder was the much smaller KiGo report. She sat them on the end table next to her and began rifling through the pocket of her briefcase for the memory card. She found two cards in there and noticed that the fast turns she took while driving home had made both of the numbered stickers peal off of the cards and stick together. She chose one and inserted it into the remote control sitting on the table next to her. Her big screen came to life with the image of a much younger Shego smiling at the camera.
The unmistakable off camera voice of Betty Director said, “July 7, 1997, 15:00 hours. Team Go debriefing part five: Shego. Please state your REAL name and place of birth for the record.”
A teenage Shego replied, “Kimberly Sheridan Go, born in Go City.”
“And you are the leader of Team Go, Miss Go? Or may I call you Kimberly?” asked the younger Dr. Director.
“No, I hate Kimberly!” the pale green teen spat in disgust, “It’s so girlie, everyone calls me Sheridan.” Shego looked at the director off camera and smiled. “And no, I’m not the leader of Team Go my older brother is.”
“All of your brothers said you called the shots for the team.”
“Um yeah, I do but THAT doesn’t make me the leader!” the girl hero replied becoming playfully annoyed.
“Well Sheridan, here at Global Justice the one who calls the shots IS the LEADER!” CLICK
Dr. Betty Director couldn’t bear to watch anymore of that all too familiar interview. She threw back her drink and got up to pour a stiffer one. On her way out of the room she switched out the memory sticks and the second video started to play.
“You’re silly, I’m silly, this whole sitch is silly!” a bubbly Miss Go giggled, munching on a chocolate biscotti.
Dr. Director let out a sigh and returned to the recliner carrying the whole bottle of vodka. She’ll be the death of me yet!
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“Shegooooo!” Drakken’s voice trailed off as Shego ran past the lab the doctor was working in. “Now where is she going in such a hurry?” he asked to no one in particular and two nearby henchmen just shrugged. The blue scientist sucked is teeth and shook his head in disapproval returning to work on the strange device on the table in front of him.
As soon as Shego entered her room she turned on her computer and pulled up all of Drakken’s research on the young Miss Possible. There were obviously some major traits about Kim Possible that he had missed. Shego tapped into her employer’s database and skimmed over his notes on the young hero. Most of the information the doctor had collected on the teen from his own research was general and… Shego leaned back in her seat and grumbled, “Faulty.” All this crap’s about Eric. The villainess took a look at her watch and noted the time. If she wanted to know more she needed to go to the source.
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After dinner Kim and Ron went for a walk. “Ron, we need to talk,” Kim stated sounding very serious.
“Oh No!” Ron gasped panicking and falling to his knees. “You’re breaking up with me… I knew it was coming! Why? WHY? WHY-HY-HY?!?” he cried, practically in tears.
“I’m NOT breaking up with you,” replied the redhead with a frustrated sigh. She grabbed her boyfriend and pulled him back to his feet.
“You, you’re not?” he stammered, rubbing his eyes and looking into his best friend’s big green eyes.
“Of course not,” Kim assured him smiling and taking his hands in hers.
“Hooray!” Rufus cheered from Ron’s pants pocket.
“That reminds me,” she said looking at the naked mole rat, “Rufus do you think you could give us a little private time?”
“Um-hum,” Rufus answered giving Kim the mole rat equivalent of thumbs up and scampering off towards his owner’s house.
“So, uh Kim, what’s this about?” Ron asked nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
“I was thinking about our last… you know,” she purred giving him a knowing look. She leaned her head on his shoulder.
Ron gulped hard and tugged at the collar of his shirt which suddenly felt too small for his neck. “Oh, about that... I... I…” the boy stuttered thinking back to their last time.
Kim’s parents had gone out of town to attend conventions in different cities and had left the oldest Possible alone watching the twins. The Tweebs had a party to go to and the empty house became the perfect setup for the two teens to be alone together. Kim had planned everything out. Finally, no more splinters from the old tree house or having to be super quiet in Ron’s room in the attic where every creak of the bed echoed. At last, they could really do it right and for Kim it was going to be perfect. Her boyfriend was usually so quick and clumsy but this time, taking a cue from their previous experiences, the sexy hero took total control of the situation. She had planned for everything down to the last detail.
She dropped the Tweebs off at their party and told them she would pick them up at 12:30 AM giving her five hours of Ron time. She drove to Ron’s house and picked him up.
“Hey KP,” the blonde boy greeted his girlfriend looking slightly nervous.
“Why hell-o,” Kimberly drawled in her sexy voice as she leaned over and kissed him. She moved her hand from the stick shift and put it in Ron’s lap. He immediately felt a rise and Kim did too. She giggled feeling the bulge of him and returned her hand to shift the car into gear. Both their heads went back as the car accelerated down the quiet street.
“Whoa, slow down KP this is a residential neighborhood,” he shouted over the dull roar of the engine.
“Okay but this is the slowest WE’RE gonna go tonight!” his girlfriend replied, shifting down and returning her hand to his lap. Ron did a double gulp at both Kim’s roaming hand and her very direct comment.
She’s gonna break me, he thought. Their encounters had become rougher and more aggressive in the last few weeks and he was starting to feel… oversexed. Is that even possible, he wondered to himself. Then the voice of Kim’s dad filled his head, “Anything is possible for a Possible.”
“That’s what I am afraid of,” he whimpered out loud feeling uncertain and nervous again.
“What did you say?” Kim inquired, returning her hand to the stick shift. She put the car into reverse and backed into the garage.
“Nothing KP,” Ron lied nervously.
“Ron, don’t tell me you’re still nervous. We’ve done this like two dozen times now,” the cheerleader reminded him, turning off the car and getting out. The shy boy just sat there trying not to hyperventilate. The foxy redhead strolled over to the passenger’s side and opened the door for him. “Come on,” she sighed, popping his seatbelt and taking him by the hand out of the car. “I’ll try to be gentle this time,” she reassured him and kissed him behind the ear. Ron shuddered and let out a sigh. He couldn’t argue with that.
The Possible house was dark and oddly silent Ron noticed as Kim led him up to her bedroom. The barely experienced boy was taken aback by what he saw in the bedroom and let out a large gasp.
“Oh it’s ON!” Kimberly Ann Possible snarled pushing him through the entrance and securing the opening locking the two of them inside.
“Ron, RON, hello, RONNNNN!” Kim waved her hand in front of her catatonic boyfriend snapping him back the present reality.
“Sorry Kim,” Ron apologized. “I really need to do some things tonight,” he blurted out. He was trying to think of ANY excuse to get out of what he knew was coming.
“What THINGS?” his girlfriend demanded to know, getting annoyed that he was trying to ditch her.
“You know… stuff,” he paused as he shifted is eyes around nervously looking in any direction but Kim’s. “I have to clean Rufus’s cage?” he suggested hoping that was an answer that would work.
“Rufus cleans his own cage!” Kim snapped. “Look, if you don’t want to, just tell me. Don’t lie to me,” she demanded.
“I want to,” the boy lied, “just not tonight. I’m not ready.” He looked into his best friend’s eyes. She’s so insatiable, why can’t we be a normal couple, he thought. He was so happy to have Kim as a girlfriend but he never expected to have sex with her so soon, let alone the kind of sex the redhead demanded of him. “We can fool around a little if you want,” he offered hoping that would help.
“I think I’m just gonna go home now,” Kim grumbled. She was mad that she wasn’t going to get her way but more disappointed because she knew things with Ron weren’t what she expected them to be. I thought all teenage boys were horny monsters. I guess I’m the monster. She looked at Ron’s sad eyes and her anger subsided. She couldn’t stay mad at him. After all, it was his boyish charm that drew her to him in the first place. As much as she would love for Ron to share her passion, she knew she had just as much fun making him nervous and teasing him. With that thought she laughed to herself, I actually tease him with sex, and not just the possibility of it. He’s so cute. “Goodnight Ron,” Kim said kissing him on the lips.
“See ya later Kim,” Ron returned letting out a noticeable sigh of relief. “Oh and a cold shower might help!” he yelled after her. Man, sometimes I wonder who the guy in this relationship is. He shook his head and continued to walk home.
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Dr. Director sat in her easy chair holding a half-empty bottle of vodka with the label peeled off. An image was frozen on the screen in front of her. She hit the rewind button and a grainy black and white video moved backwards. With the push of a button she split the screen horizontally and a second much cleaner picture appeared in the lower frame. She pressed play and the images in the top video started to move…
“Hego’s right, it was good to be on the same side,” Kim Possible said walking towards Shego.
“Yeah Kimmie,” Shego began putting her hand on the young crime fighter’s shoulder. “I couldn’t tell you this when I was evil but… arrrgh!” the pale green woman roared as the reverse polarizer hit her cutting her off.
Dr. Director played the second video.
“You know I love you,” a young Miss Go purred into the camera. “Do you know why?”
On the lower part of the screen was a very happy Shego. The young hero had the black satin ‘S’ top falling off her shoulders being held too tight to her body with one button straining in the wrong eyelet.
The camera shook as if to say, “no,” to the question and the girl sat up and sighed while smiling as if she’d been over this a hundred times. Shego reached out to the person with the camera and replied, “Because I respect you.” Betty snorted with laughter and took another swig of vodka straight from the bottle. She replayed that last line and let the video continue. “Because I respect you… Now give me that camera, I wanna film you!” Shego playfully hummed giggling. She grabbed the video recorder and turned it towards the former filmmaker.
A hand blocked the lens and just before the screen went dark Dr. Director heard her own voice onscreen say, “NO!”
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Kim arrived back at her house and went to do exactly as Ron had instructed. Welcome to the darker side of Kim Possible, her mind taunted her with the only thing she really feared and struggled to control. Her lust had reared its ugly head. Kim entered her house and went directly to her bathroom without a word to anyone. She closed the door and turned on the water to the shower. The hero took off her clothes and stood there facing herself in the mirror as the steam from the hot water filled the small room. She looked at the large bruise beginning to show right between her breasts. Her eyes closed and for a moment she flashed back to the point of impact. The memory forced the air from her lungs in the same way the actual blow had. She breathlessly whispered, “Shego,” and touched the four line scar on her left arm. Images of the Bueno Nacho headquarters battle flooded her mind and she smiled to herself thinking of the kick that she gave her archenemy sending Shego into the radio tower. How can I hate someone so much yet be so attracted to them at the same time, she wondered.
She turned the water from hot to cold and stepped inside the cool shower. The air in the bathroom was filled with hot moist steam but the shower stall was filling with a cold soothing mist. Kim shivered and began to bathe herself scrubbing every inch of her body to remove the events of the day and to cool off her desire. It wasn’t working. Kim’s teeth began to chatter as she rinsed the last bubbles of shampoo from her hair. She was finally clean, at least on the outside. Inside she still felt dirty.
I do love Ron, she told herself, and I always have. He’s my best friend. But she knew that the feelings she had for Ron were more platonic than anything else. She added some leave in conditioner to her hair and dried herself off. She wrapped the towel around her head and walked naked into her unlit bedroom.
“Hello Princess!” a familiar voice said startling her.
“Shego!” Kim gasped frozen with disbelief staring at the silhouette of her enemy in her bedroom. “What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded to know, taking the towel off her head and covering her naked body.
Shego smiled at the girl and illuminated her hands filling the dark room with her neon green glow. “I know whatcha want Kimmie,” she purred seductively, “and I can give it to you!” Shego raised her arms and hurled two plasma blasts at the shocked teen knocking her to the floor. Kim flipped up just in time to meet Shego’s pounce and the two women fell onto each other. The villain had Kim pinned to the floor. She ripped the towel away from the hero’s body with her claws. The young hero fought against her attacker and the two women rolled over wrestling each other for the upper hand.
Kim straddled Shego finally pinning her to the floor. She loved winning! “Yet another round goes to me!” the crime fighter boomed with triumph.
“Not this time Princess,” Shego snarled kicking the naked Kim Possible off of her and then flipping back up onto her feet. Kimmie landed on the bed behind her and the villainess jumped on top of her. “This time we both win,” Shego purred lowering herself onto Kim’s waiting body and moving in for a kiss.
BEEP! BEEP! BE-BEEP! The wristband Kimmunicator sitting on the nightstand rang. Kim’s eyes shot open wide.
“Oh, come on!” she loudly whined, removing her moist hand from between her legs and putting on the purple tank top she had lying on the bed beside her.
BEEP! BEEP! BE-BEEP! The Kimmunicator rang again.
“Sitch?” Kim grumbled answering the call obviously mad.
“Sorry Kim, I know you were sleeping but this is important,” Wade stated.
“I wasn’t sleeping, I was… dreaming,” she finished catching herself. “What is it Wade?”
“We got a hit on your website,” the boy genius informed the irritated hero, “It’s a little strange but the person said she was a member of royalty. Her family was exiled from Europe and she’s masquerading as a college student to hide from the rebels now in charge of her country. She thinks the rebels have discovered her location and wanted to meet you and see if you could help.”
“Sounds like a job for Global Justice or even Team Impossible,” Kim remarked. She didn’t mind helping royalty but usually when she did she regretted it. She’d take megalomaniacs and super powered villains over uppity snobs any day.
“She’s too afraid to contact GJ and she said she doesn’t have access to any money to hire Team Impossible.”
Wade had done some research and there were no less than a hundred heirs and other royal family members exiled from various parts of Europe living throughout the world. “It sounds legit Kim,” he added, “even if it’s a little odd.”
“Okay Wade, Ron and I’ll check it out tomorrow,” Kim yawned into the Kimmunicator suddenly feeling sleepy… frustrated and sleepy.
“Actually she said she’d meet you at the park by your house tomorrow morning at 10:00AM. She said you’ll know her by her license plates HOTY-99.”
Kim sat upright in bed. No way! Her heart was suddenly pounding in the back of her throat. No freaking way!
“She also asked that you come alone and that you wear plain clothes like sweats and comfortable shoes to blend in. Talk about paranoid!” Wade went off and Kim’s mind lost track of the boy’s rant only to be zeroed back into the conversation when she heard, “I’ll send some video bots to watch you just in case.”
“Oh NO Wade, that’s not necessary. I think I can handle a paranoid little princess!” Kim replied smirking. “Besides Ron’s busy tomorrow and it’ll give me a chance to really go on an easy solo mission. I’ll take the Kimmunicator and if I need you I’ll beep you.” She ended the connection with a giggle.
Wade had no idea who the mystery person was that so urgently needed the help of the famous Kim Possible. Kim on the other hand, knew it couldn’t be anyone else but the woman she was thinking of and if she was right this was one mission she wanted to be completely alone on.
AN: I’m not one for author’s notes but since there were questions I’ll try to address them here. What Ron saw in Kim’s bedroom was a standing stockade along with an assortment of whips, floggers and other bondage gear. This “scene” would have taken place right after the Cap’n Drakken episode where Shego is in a stockade and Ron gets himself caught in an iron cage giving Kim the idea he liked that kind of thing. Silly Kimmie, no chocolate in that vanilla! You can really imagine anything in there. Hell, they could’ve been playing pirates and Kim wanted to walk his plank. The point is that Ron FEARS for his safety when his girlfriend gets aroused.
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