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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“Hey mom… I know it’s been a while since I came to visit. Sorry.” Shego’s voice was soft, apologetically hesitant. “I brought you some flowers, see?”

Shego held up a big paper trumpet of white lilies, soft purple liatris, and pale yellow-green bells of Ireland blended with fern leaves and fluffy pampas grass, all rising from a thick base of blue hydrangeas peppered with liberal sprigs of forget-me-nots.

Bending down, Shego carefully unwrapped the trumpet and slid the bundle into the high, water-filled bronze vase awaiting the thirsty stems, making sure the elaborate arrangement didn’t lose too much of its shape during the transfer. After a few last gentle shakes of the arrangement to make sure everything had settled properly, Shego straightened again.

Nervously adjusting her bomber jacket for a moment, Shego looked up at the overcast sky and then to a distant stand of trees before returning her gaze to the area before her.

“Work’s going well… my investments were up this year… Last I heard the rest of the family’s doing ok too. Heremon got a promotion at work… He’s a district manager or something now. Meallan actually managed to talk some sap into being his agent—guy’s pretty competent too, even if he is only small time. Weisheng and Weimin got their grades up last semester; they passed with a solid B+ average this year.” Shego paused, the silence dragging on before she finally finished. “And… I… I think I met someone too… someone I might actually be able to have a relationship with.” Shego continued in a rush; “Well, I mean, I didn’t exactly meet her; I’ve known her for a while now, but we just never thought of each other that way until recently.” Shego smiled wistfully. “I think you’d like her mom… she’s a really nice girl…”

Shego sighed, looking off in the distance once more. It wasn’t like she expected an answer… Eventually she stepped forward, careful not to walk on the immaculately trimmed grass covering the gravesite itself. Resting her right hand against the black marble obelisk that served as headstone for the plot, Shego looked down with a soft, sad smile, her gaze longingly tracing the simple epitaph carved into the glass-slick surface, each letter filled with solid gold and polished to a mirror finish.

In Loving Memory, Meihui Go, 1961 - 1993

“I miss you mommy…” Even after twelve years Shego had to whisper, unable to trust her voice through the painful constriction of her throat.

Brushing at her eyes, Shego turned away, compelled even now to complete the ritual she’d established so very long ago. Staring at the rough, barely finished chunk of granite that was the headstone of the ratty, unkempt grave beside her mother’s, Shego’s lips curled in a sneer of contempt.

“As for you…” Shego’s disdainful mutter came a moment before she cleared her throat harshly and spat on the gravestone. She didn’t even stay to watch the thick gob of spit slide down the crudely carved epitaph, streaking it darkly.

Sean Finnegan Go, 1959 - 1994

As Shego left the huge double plot, she was careful not to catch her toes on either side of the narrow entrance in the low stone boundary wall that marked off the area. She’d learned that lesson the hard way one year, nearly tripping and almost impaling her hand on one of the spikes tipping the foot-high wrought iron fence that topped it as she was flailing for something to steady herself with.

Looking out on the small part of the cemetery she could see, Shego took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds, feeling the strain deep in her lungs before letting the air out in a long sigh. Walking casually, hands in her jacket pockets, Shego made her way out of the somewhat secluded area she was in now, heading up the large mound of a hill that composed the primary Go family burial area. As she mounted the hill, Shego passed generations of passed Gos, until she came to the crypts and mausoleums of the founders of the Go family and Go city itself, ironically ringing the mound like a crown, giving the Go family in death the nobility and respect they had always sought and failed to acquire in life.

With a faint sardonic grin curling her lips, Shego quietly navigated the moss-covered crypts, coming out on the other side of the hill and getting a view of nearly the entire cemetery sprawled out before her. Leaning up against a nearby cenotaph dedicated to a Go lost at sea long ago, Shego looked at her watch for a second. Ten seventeen; she’d have to leave soon. Sighing again, Shego decided to give it another few minutes before she left.

Time seemed to fly by as Shego looked out on the landscape vacantly, oblivious to the scenery before her, minutes passing as if seconds. Shaking her head, Shego pushed herself off the hard stone behind her and stood upright, craning her neck around in a slow circle before getting ready to head out. Just as she started down the path, Shego heard a faint crunching coming from the gravel road off in the distance down below. Looking up, Shego smiled in genuine delight as she saw the glossy black Rolls-Royce Phantom navigating the turn leading to the hill. By the time she got to the bottom, the sleek vehicle had pulled up to the foot of the path and come to a smooth stop.

As Shego walked up to the Phantom, a blocky man that could be better described as a walking side of beef stuffed into an Armani suit lumbered out of the front passenger side of the car and stepped back to open the rear door, standing to one side respectfully as the occupant of the rear compartment got out.

The first thing Shego saw was a three-foot long heavy rosewood walking stick with a silver tip and an elaborate, flaring platinum head plant itself in the gravel, gripped by a leathery hand that was still strong and steady despite its aged appearance. Next came a bowed head covered by a dark brown Stetson Temple hat with three pheasant feathers angled back from its black brim, and then shoulders cloaked in a light brown greatcoat.

As the man slipped out of the car and stood up, lowering his right hand from holding his hat secure to his head, he was revealed as having a strong, broad-shouldered build—which Shego knew to be less of an illusion caused by the layers of his greatcoat and the dove-grey suit beneath it than most would suspect; despite being seventy-nine years old, Torin Kaelan Go still possessed a strong, able body that would be the envy of most fifty-year-olds.

For a moment his worn face was the stern mask most were used to seeing on his hard features, before his piercing blue eyes fell upon Shego and lit up with a twinkle of delight. Breaking into a grin that transformed his countenance to one of warm affection and displayed perfect white teeth that were nearly all his own, Torin stepped forward and spread his arms wide, speaking in a rich, powerful voice that only carried a hint of quavering harshness brought on by age.

“Sure’n this vision ‘o loveliness I be seein’ ‘tis not me wee little Shamrock, now ‘tis it?”

With a faint blush of embarrassment over the childhood endearment, Shego stepped forward and hugged Torin affectionately—and was mildly disturbed to find the old man was nearly her height now; last time she’d seen him he’d been somewhat taller than her. Still, his return embrace was as strong and solid as ever.

Shego leaned back slightly after a few seconds, though she still maintained the embrace. “Oh grampa, you know I don’t like it when you call me that anymore.”

“Now sure’n y’can grant a tired old man his indulgences, now can’t ya’ lass?”

“Only if you want me to start calling you ‘Gam-Toe’ in front of your men in return.” Shego’s tone twisted from warmth to not-so-teasing threat.

Torin’s eyes widened slightly at the old nickname, and he cleared his throat while stepping back, blustering; “Well, yes, supposin’ I should be givin’ y’ the respect yer deservin’ lass.” With a wink of a twinkling blue eye and in a soft whisper only Shego could hear, he added; “An’ sure’n y’ played me well there too lassie.”

“Now then, I suppose y’ve already paid yer respects, eh lass?” Torin again spoke in his normal, carrying voice.

“Yeah, I was actually just about to leave; I’m on a tight schedule today.” Shego paused for a moment, smiling. “But I’ve still got time for a talk if you want to walk me back to my plane.”

Raising an eyebrow slightly, Torin tucked his walking stick under his right arm, took off his hat, and raked back his short silvery hair with his left hand, making a show of looking up at the sky and judging the wind before replacing his hat and finally answering; “I suppose I have time fer that lass, though it does pain an old man so to be out in weather such as this.”

Shego snorted at her grandfather’s antics; if it weren’t for the coolness of mid-morning, the overcast sky, and the notorious Go city winds, she knew the both of them would be sweating bullets right now given the way they were dressed.

“Come on then ‘old man’, let’s go.” Shego grinned as she turned and set out for the clearing she’d landed her jet in, walking at a leisurely pace as she went.

Falling in alongside her after gesturing to his beefy bodyguard to keep a respectful distance, Torin gave Shego an appraising sideways glance.

“So I see y’er still wearin’ that ratty old thing…”

Shego looked at Torin askance. “Hunh? This jacket’s in perfect condition; it is not ‘ratty’. Besides, I like it…”

“Bah. A beautiful young lassie like yerself shouldn’t be hidin’ it away under an old man’s musty old reminder ‘a his days ‘a youth an’ glory. Yer probably only wearin’ it cuz y’ came t’ see me anyway, aren’t’cha lass?”

“What are you talking about? I love this jacket, ever since the day you gave it to me.” Shego reflexively pulled her bomber jacket tighter to her in a protective gesture. “I wear it all the time.”

Torin said nothing in return, but he gave a soft, barely audible snort and twitched a smile, secretly pleased at Shego’s reaction. After a few moments Shego broke the silence with a question. “So, the Feds still watching you I assume?”

“Oh aye lass. Sure’n they’ve been workin’ on that RICO case for years an’ years now… an’ they’re gonna be workin’ on it fer years an’ years more after I’m dead an’ gone too at the rate they’re goin’. Y’d think they’d have finally learned their lesson by now an’ given up, but noooo, th’ stubborn eejit pigs just don’t understand that they’re never gonna be bringin’ down th’ Go family while I’m in charge…” Torin let his pause linger until it became pregnant, then sighed and finally finished; “Of course, once I’m not, who knows what’ll ‘appen to us…”

“I’m not taking over the family grampa.” Shego immediately responded in a flat tone.

“Ahhh, can y’ not just think about it lass? Fer me? All yer uncles an’ cousins are fine lads in their own rights, but none a’ them have yer drive or ability. When y’put yer mind to it, y’can run circles aroun’ ‘em all, an’ tha’s what th’ family needs in a leader!”

Shego sighed. “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again if that’s what it takes grampa; I love you more than anyone else in the world, but I will not now nor will I ever agree to take over the family when you step down, understand? As much as I appreciate your confidence in me, I’m not suited for the job, and moreover I. Don’t. Want. It. Not just because of the past, but because I don’t want all the responsibility or work either, understand?”

Torin sighed deeply, shaking his head in disappointment. A moment later he offered an appeasing smile and apologetically ventured; “Well, I had t’ try lassie. When yer th’ one in charge, y’can’t be thinkin’ only a’ yerself now, can ya?”

Shego’s mouth curled up slightly on the left. “Which is exactly why I shouldn’t have the job…”

Torin’s smile grew as he responded; “Ahhh, y’don’t give yerself enough credit lass. I know fer a fact that one day, y’ll be surprised when y’ find that out fer yerself.”

Shego just shook her head gently, walking along quietly without responding. After a minute or so, it was Torin’s turn to break the silence with a question of his own.

“So, did y’ come all this way just to disappoint yer dear old grampa again, or was there somethin’ more specific y’ wanted t’ talk t’me about?”

“Well, yeah, there was… err, is… I mean…” Shego hesitated now that the moment was upon her. “I wanted to tell you that I… I think I’ve met someone.”

“Oh reeeeally? An’ who might this boyo be now that thinks he can win me dear little Shamrock’s affections?”

“Sorry grampa, but I can’t tell you; she doesn’t want anyone to know we’re seeing each other. She ahhh… she’s not exactly ‘in the life’… really not.” Shego chuckled softly.

Torin might have grown up in a time where someone would have been shunned and reviled or even outright lynched for saying something like that, and he might have been raised a strict Catholic, but he’d never particularly cared one way or the other about it. Aside from a mild sense of disgust, so long as someone was loyal, reliable, and competent enough to get the job done, he really didn’t give a damn who they liked to sleep with. On top of which, between the more liberal attitudes of today’s modern times and his remarkable love for his granddaughter, he could have never viewed her in an unfavorable light over it anyway.

It also didn’t hurt that if she was accepted, being gay made a woman stronger in the world Torin lived in, not weaker, unlike a man. Even the hardest, most capable woman would have less respect for no other reason than that she was a woman; seen as inherently soft and submissive at the core. But the same could not be said of a woman that shunned men and pursued other women; she obviously did not want to submit to attentions, she wanted others to submit to her, was aggressive and dominant just like a man. Of course, thanks to a few… interesting, experiences in his youth, Torin also knew that thinking all women were inherently submissive just because they had to spread their legs to “receive” pleasure from a man was a mistake; firsthand experience had taught him that a certain kind of woman most definitely could spread her legs without “submitting” whatsoever, demanding and taking what she wanted just as much as any man could or would.

Torin raised an eyebrow as he grinned. “I see now… so it be some wee lassie that’s caught yer eye instead, is it? An y’ve decided t’court her with some success I take it…”

Shego blushed faintly but said nothing to correct Torin’s assumptions on who had done what to who, simply nodding at his statements instead—she didn’t want to admit to anything that might diminish her in his eyes, and it was close enough to the truth that it didn’t really matter anyway.

“An’ she knows who y’are then, knows what y’do fer a livin’? An’ she accepts it, even if she doesn’t want it t’be common knowledge that she does?”

“Yeah, she knows exactly who and what I am grampa, but I wouldn’t say she accepts it… well, maybe… but not the way you mean… at least, I think she might… a little anyway…” Shego trailed off, realizing she was on the verge of babbling.

Torin’s smile broadened, belying the wistful sadness that came over his eyes. “I see. T’was ever the same with me dear departed Colleen t’was. Even on her deathbed she cursed me in one breath fer bein’ th’ Devil’s own son an’ praised me in th’ next fer lovin’ her so well over the years. Aye, she was a good woman me Colleen was, there be no doubtin’ that.” A moment later Torin’s air brightened as he added; “Just remember that whatever happens, it’s always yer fault lass, an’ y’ll do just fine with her.”

“Hunh?” Shego’s expression twisted quizzically.

Torin chuckled. “Whenever y’get into an argument over it, it’s yer fault lass—even when ‘tisn’t. As a matter a’ fact, everything’s yer fault with a woman like that, an’ y’d best be learnin’ t’accept it right now. Y’don’t back down, an’ y’don’t apologize fer who y’are, but y’do ask forgiveness for it… an’ if y’ve treated her well an’ yer deservin’ of it, nine times out a’ ten that’s all y’ll have t’do t’get it.” Torin’s grin broadened mischievously. “A’course, y’never c’n quite tell when that tenth time’ll come ‘round, but when it does, y’d best be prepared t’take cover an’ ride out one hell of a storm lass, because tryin’ t’fight it ‘tain’t no different than tryin’ t’ fight a hurricane—an’ God have mercy on yer poor unfortunate soul if y’ever mistake th’ eye ‘a th’ storm fer th’ end ‘a it, ‘cause y’ll be blindsided ‘arder than y’ve ever been hit before sure’n ‘nough.”

Shego chuckled softly and shook her head, smiling gently. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m ready for that if and when it comes grampa.”

“When lass, definitely when.” Torin smiled.

Shego was quiet for a moment, then asked; “So you and gramma fought a lot did you?”

“Oh aye, like cats ‘n dogs we were.” Torin paused for a moment, then smiled. “Well, maybe not so bad as all ‘a that after the first few years, once we came t’understand each other better, but sure’n when we did fight ‘twas all thunder ‘n lightnin’ ‘twas.”

“And you never had problems with that? Never thought you might have… made a mistake?” Shego was honestly curious.

“There were a few bloody great rows over th’ years that had me givin’ serious consideration t’ that very same question, aye, but in the end, I always knew that havin’ Colleen in me life made it better than not havin’ her. Plain an’ simple I loved th’ lass with all me ‘art, an’ I still do.” After a moment of silence Torin grinned. “Besides, why would y’ever want t’have some wee little mouse of a thing that never stood up t’ya or spoke her mind? How dull would that be? With Colleen I always knew exactly where I stood with her; th’ woman never once hid any a’ herself from me, so I always knew what I had in her completely.” Torin’s grin twisted in mischievous delight. “An’ a’ course there’s benefits t’dealin’ with a spirited lass as well, ‘cause when all’s said an’ done, dousin’ a fire always results in steam lassie, so th’ argument ain’t th’ only thing y’ll be puttin’ t’ bed afterwards if ya’ catch me drift.”

Torin laughed uproariously at Shego’s deep blush and uncharacteristic shying away from his gaze, taking impish delight in her embarrassment over his intimation.

“Oh come now; if y’can’t hold yer own against an old man like me, then how will y’ever manage to with yer own lassie Shamrock?”

Shego growled, muttering “It’s not the same thing.” under her breath. A short time later she noticed they were cresting the rise just before the area she’d landed her plane in, and realized she didn’t have much time left. Before she could puzzle out what she wanted to say next, Torin spoke again.

“So I take it yer havin’ second thoughts about this lass then?”

Shego shook her head, snorting softly. “Not… exactly. I mean I still haven’t gotten through my first thoughts yet.” Shego gave a bemused smile. “But there’s a lot of reasons why doing what we’re doing is pretty nuts grampa. Hell, when we first met I couldn’t stand her, she was just so annoying and infuriating and I just wanted to smash her into the dirt and laugh, but over the years she just sort of slipped under my skin until before I knew it… well, here we are…”

“I see. So yer worried about th’ change in th’ relationship then. Wonderin’ how it’s possible, an’ where it might go.”

“Yes— no— maybe… I don’t know…” Shego’s voice grew soft, cautiously hesitant. “It’s just… this feels different than anything I’ve ever done before, and I… I’m worried about it. I don’t want… I don’t know what I want, but I need to see if it can work, and that… I’ve never thought about anyone that way before grampa. Never felt that… I don’t know… sense of… investment? Before? It… it scares me.”

Torin was surprised to see Shego so indecisive, so unlike herself, and it took a minute or so for him to digest it, all while Shego became increasingly nervous over his lack of reaction. Eventually though, the old man’s lips slowly curled in a slight smile, and a moment later he softly asked; “So y’ say y’didn’t like th’ lass at first? Not even a little?”

“Not at all grampa, not at all. We were flat-out opposites in every way I could see, and we pretty much clashed from the get-go.”

“An’ as time passed, the lassie grew on y’ did she? Y’found yerself less annoyed by her an’ more amused? Th’ things that enraged y’ only made y’ irritated now? The confrontations, y’started t’almost look forward t’ them? Started t’ view them almost… fondly? as it were?”

“Yeah… yeah, that’s it exactly grampa. I didn’t even really notice it that much until some stuff happened recently that flipped our whole relationship on its ear and we ended up where we are now.” Shego shook her head. “Does that make any sense even? I think I’m just crazy…”

Torin laughed. “Nah, yer not crazy lass… at least, no more crazy than anyone else is. Sometimes tha’s just the way things happen; they creep up on ya like that.”

Shego laughed softly in agreement. As the two of them reached her plane they came to a stop a few yards away from it, and Shego turned to Torin, looking at him with searching eyes as she asked; “I suppose what I really want to know is… what do you think grampa? I know you and gramma made it work, but… I mean most people don’t, right? I don’t… I don’t wanna start something that isn’t going to end well. I don’t… I’m not sure I could take that…”

Torin nodded once and reached out, placing his right hand on Shego’s left shoulder and squeezing it in a warm gesture of understanding and comfort.

“Aye lass, I know what’cha mean…” Torin smiled reassuringly. “But I also know that me little Shamrock’s never backed down from a fight before in her life, an’ this is no less of a fight than anythin’ else y’ve ever done. Y’can’t walk away just because yer afraid a losin’ darlin’; y’ve got t’keep yer mind on what cha’ can win instead! Tha’s th’ Go family way lassie; we don’t back down, an’ we don’t run away. We’ve fought fer everythin’ we’ve ever gotten, an’ never once had anythin’ handed to us. If y’think y’have a chance fer somethin’ good with this lassie, then y’need to t’find out fer yerself darlin’. Trust an old man on this; if y’don’t, y’ll spend th’ rest a’ yer life regrettin’ it.”

Shego looked at Torin in silence for several long moments, then pulled him close in a tight embrace, her voice soft and grateful as she said; “Thanks grampa. I know you’re right, I just needed to hear someone say it.”

Torin smiled warmly, and the whiskers of his neat silvery mustache and goatee tickled the side of Shego’s cheek as he spoke. “Ahhh, no worries lass… tha’s what old men are here fer; t’pass on their wisdom t’ you young ones so yer less likely t’go out an’ do somethin’ stupid before y’learn th’ lessons a’ life on yer own.”

Shego smiled and laughed, stepping back and looking at Torin gratefully. A moment later her expression shifted to regret as she glanced at her watch and then looked up again, her eyes sad as she said; “I’m sorry grampa, but I have to go now. I’m on a real tight schedule today and I’m almost running late as it is. I wish I could stay longer but I can’t. And I wish I could tell you more about her and everything that’s going on too, I really do. When I can, I’ll call you, ok? I promise.”

“No worries lass. I have things I need t’do meself as well. But I’ll hold y’ t’ that promise I will.”

Shego nodded and leaned forward to give Torin a quick peck on the cheek before turning and heading for her jet with a quick “Bye grampa!”

“G’bye me little Shamrock! An’ y’be rememberin’ t’be stayin’ safe too, y’hear?”

“I will grampa!”

By the time Shego got into her plane and had the engines fired up and ready to go, Torin had moved back to stand about sixty yards away, at the top of the rise. Waving through the canopy, Shego waited until Torin waved back before she lifted off, the powerful hover-jet rising straight up with a surprisingly small amount of noise and backwash from the twin props in its nacelles.

Watching as the jet took off, Torin stood with both hands resting on the flaring head of his walking stick, smiling a knowing smile as he softly said to himself; “Y’always were th’last t’know yer own heart Shamrock…” Torin’s smile twisted to a near smirk. “Th’more y’know someone, th’more y’should love them. Well, I’m sure y’ll figure it out eventually, an’ until y’do, I wish y’luck with yer young fiery-haired lassie Shamrock, sure’n yer gonna need it.”

Torin Kaelan Go was a very wise man indeed.

Torin watched as the hover-jet streaked off into the distance, dwindling smaller and smaller until he lost sight of it completely. Once it was gone, he turned and headed back to the car, his mammoth bodyguard trailing close behind now that he didn’t have to keep his distance any longer.

As he approached the Phantom, Torin saw that his driver and chief enforcer Patrick O’Dell was leaning up against the trunk and having a smoke. Getting a little closer, Torin thought he heard faint, muffled shouting and some pounding coming from the rear of the vehicle. A moment later Patrick took his cigarette and angrily flicked it up the road before slamming his hand down on the trunk and shouting; “Shut yer bloody gob ya’ Goddamned bloody black-hearted traitor or I’ll shut it fer ya!”

Torin cleared his throat and Patrick’s head twisted around sharply at the sound. Torin raised an eyebrow, staring at Patrick’s hand, and the young man flushed slightly in embarrassment, apologetically saying; “Ah, sorry sir, but they don’t make duct tape like they used to, an’ this bloody bastard’s gettin’ on me nerves somethin’ fierce he is.”

“Y’need t’control that temper a’ yers better lad if y’ever wanna be takin’ on more responsibility in th’ family.”

“I know sir. Me pa says it’ll be the death a’ me.” Patrick replied ruefully.

“Well, let’s hope not.” Torin smiled.

“So what’re we doin’ now sir?” Patrick asked curiously.

“Well, I’m thinkin’ that since it’s such a lovely day an’ all, an’ since we’re already out in this fine old cemetery, we should find ourselves a nice secluded spot an’ help our good friend O'Shaughnessy here t’ become one a’ th’ local residents, sure’n ‘nough.”

The gleaming, ice cold, sharp hardness in Torin’s eyes belied his genial smile and warm, sociable tone…

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As the hover-jet violently shattered the sound barrier three times over with Shego pushing its engines to nearly maximum thrust, she shook her head and gave a little sound of disgusted annoyance. She still couldn’t believe the response she’d gotten from the representatives of the Kraken Society less than a half-hour ago.

It doesn’t make any sense, she thought, and on top of that, they damn well could have just told me over the fucking phone instead of making me fly over thirty-two hundred miles out of my fucking way god damnit!

Growling, Shego tried to put it out of her head. There was no point in dwelling on it now; she’d save that until she could tell Kim about it—assuming Kim hadn’t been sidetracked by whatever happened last night with her father anyway. Shego glanced at the time display and found she still had a while to go before it was noon in Colorado and she could call to find out Kim’s situation. Sighing, she resigned herself to the inevitable; there was one more thing she had to take care of, and she might as well do it now while she had the time instead of waiting ‘til later. Besides, the mood she was in now put her in the perfect frame of mind to deal with things if they got… irritating.

Flipping a dozen or so switches on various control panels, along with adjusting some knobs and punching some buttons, Shego set the autopilot and engaged it before turning and activating the hover-jet’s comm. suite. After a while spent setting the frequencies, encryption codes, and scramblers, Shego sent a contact signal and then settled back in her padded seat, pulling out a magazine to read while she waited.

About twenty minutes and seven hundred miles later the comm. unit pinged a tone at Shego, and she looked up before setting her magazine aside. Leaning forward, Shego synced up the unit to the incoming signal and hit receive. A moment later she was rewarded—such as it was—with the crisp video image of Doctor Drakken sitting before the main communications relay in his mountain fortress complex.

“Shego! I’m so glad you called, I—” Drakken cut off suddenly, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping slightly as he took in a considerable amount of Shego’s new physique, clad in her new aggressive costume. “Umm… oh… ahhh… you’re looking… well. Yes, well! Quite ahhh… healthy, yes, that’s it! Healthy. Umm… did you change your hairstyle or something?”

Shego’s eyebrow had already been rising at the uncharacteristic good cheer Drakken had displayed before he’d been shocked out of it—she’d expected him to be cranky as hell due to her long absence after walking out on him during his oh-so-brilliant ‘no plan’—and it just kept going up at his attempts to cover his somewhat stunned astonishment over her new look.

“M’yeah, way to go Dr. Observation; my hairstyle is about the only thing I didn’t change. Now, why are you so happy anyway? I thought you’d be all set to get’cher rant on when I called.”

Drakken shook his head, finally snapping himself out of his amazement completely. “Well, normally you’d be right; I didn’t exactly appreciate you walking out on me in the middle of an operation Shego—” Drakken cut off as Shego raised a clawed finger.

“I gave you the chance to prove there was an ongoing operation Dr. D, and you were the one that refused to do it, so don’t try an’ lay that one on me, ‘cuz I ain’t buyin’, got it?”

“Mmmm, yes, well, all right then, I guess you’ve got me there.” Drakken grumbled, prompting another arched eyebrow from Shego over the ease of his concession.

“What aren’t you telling me?” Shego asked flatly, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Drakken sighed. “Well if you must know…” the rest of Drakken’s response was a low mumble Shego could barely make out, let alone decipher.

“What was that Dr. D?” Shego demanded sharply.

“I said we encountered a few unanticipated setbacks that delayed the operation considerably, all right? There, are you happy now?” Drakken shouted, crossing his arms and scowling when he was done.

“So you’re telling me that you’ve been doing nothing other than sitting on your big blue keister all this time?”

“Not at all! I’ve been refining my plan, running simulations, gathering more research data, plotting multiple variables to overcome this unexpected setback, fine-tuning… my…” Drakken ran out of steam as he saw Shego’s expression. “All right, fine. So I’ve been putting off doing anything in the hopes that I wouldn’t have to, all right?” Drakken unexpectedly perked up from his grumbling as he continued brightly; “But I’m happy to say that the long wait is over and we’re once more proceeding on track with a slightly modified version of my plan.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, really.” Drakken shot back dryly before continuing; “So, does this mean you’ll be coming back then?”

“That depends. Are you actually going to be doing anything now?”

“Of course we are! Why just last night we acquired the means to proceed on to the next major step in my plan.” Drakken grinned evilly. “I really must commend you on these Shadow Hand ninja you found for me Shego—errr, it is ninja, not ninjas, right? I never could get that one right.”

“Although ninja is the less often used plural form, it is grammatically correct, as well as being more reflective of the Japanese language.” Shego lectured matter-of-factly.

“Mmmm, well, anyway, these ninja really are quite good. They don’t have your ability in the speed and simplicity departments, but they do make up for it in overall competency levels. If it weren’t for the fact that none of them was able to stand up to Kim Possible for longer than thirty seconds, and that I don’t trust any of them farther than I could throw the sumo ninja—and the fact that said sumo ninja is eating me out of house and lair—they’d almost be good enough to replace you.”

“Excuse me?” Shego growled.

“Almost! I said almost!” Drakken hastily clarified. “But they’re not, really they aren’t.” After looking at Shego apologetically for a few moments, Drakken hesitantly asked; “So… will you be coming back then?”

“Am I actually going to have something to do in this next stage of your great ‘no plan’? Or will I just be getting more menial labor again?”

“Ahhh…” Drakken stalled for a few seconds before continuing. “Well, actually… no. Other than last night’s mission, I don’t foresee anything that would require your considerable talents for the next six to eight weeks, depending on production times and market saturation.”

“Excuse me? Did I just hear you say ‘market saturation’ there Dr. D?”

“Ummm, no, not at all Shego.” Drakken grinned anxiously.

Shego shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Whatever… it’s not like I really care about your wack plan anyway.” A moment later she continued; “Well then this works out good for the both of us, because I’ve run into a bunch of… complications of my own, so unless you’re doing something serious, I’m going to be using more of my free time to take care of those complications, got it?”

“Oh very well Shego. But when the time comes I trust you’ll be ready to return to my side for the final glorious phase of my plan and the inevitable victory that shall result from it, yes?”

Shego sighed and nodded. “Yeah, ok, fine, I guess you can call me when you’re sure we’re actually going to be doing something—but I don’t want to hear from you for anything less than that, understand?” Shego finished sternly.

“Of course, of course! I’m glad to hear it Shego!” As Shego reached out to disconnect, Drakken hastily added; “Wait, Shego!”

Shego paused, raising an eyebrow. “Yeeeeah?”

“Will you be able to attend the annual Evil Family Picnic next week?” Drakken’s tone was patently hopeful.

“Oh god.” Shego muttered derisively, shaking her head and rolling her eyes again. Eventually she vented a lusty sigh and finally responded; “Yeah, fine, whatever. E-mail me the time date and location and I’ll come if I can, all right? But only if I can; I’m not promising anything, ok?” Shego hastened to add.

“That’s wonderful Shego; I really do hope you’ll be able to make it! The boys down in energy weapons are really looking forward to giving you a run for your money in the ice sculpting contest this year!” Drakken grinned happily. “Hope to see you th—”

Shego cut Drakken off in mid-sentence as she shut down the connection to his transmission signal. Leaning back in her chair she sighed.

“Picnic… big blue dumbass…” Shego muttered, but there was a very faint, indulgent smile on her lips as she did.

Shaking her head again, Shego checked her instruments and saw that she was nearing Middleton—relatively speaking, given the speed she was flying at—and more importantly, that it was almost noon now. Putting her magazine away and getting out her cell phone, Shego hooked it into her comm. system using a link-wire and dialed Kim’s number, sitting back in her chair and relaxing as she waited to talk to the girl and find out if they were still on for this afternoon…
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