I do not own any Disney characters named herein and am only borrowing them to tell a nonprofit tale meant for entertainment purposes only.

Kim Possible: Possibly Shocking

By LJ58

1

"Shego," came a bellow that Shego had learned long ago to ignore.

"What now, Dr. D," she sighed as she looked up from her magazine, and barely paid her employer any attention.

"I asked you if you had gotten me those irradiated crystals from Gen-Tech I needed for my new weapon to finally destroy Kim Possible," he demanded. "I asked you twice!"

"Did you," Shego asked blandly, not even looking up this time.

"Are you ignoring me," the cerulean skinned scientist demanded as he stood over her now, holding a long wrench.

"Hmm," she questioned blandly without looking up from her article this time.

"Shego!"

Shego slowly looked up at him again, and her green eyes glittered portentously.

"Inside voice," she growled ominously as Drakken cringed at that expression, and steeled himself just in case.

"I just really need those crystals to power my new…."

"Yadda, yadda, yadda," she waved him off. "You know, you might still be trying to return to villainy and all that, blueboy, but me? I'm enjoying my pardon, and being able to walk down streets without half the world's cops chasing my admittedly fine ass," she shot.

"But….."

"Nope. No buts for you," Shego informed him.

"But I finally have the perfect weapon to destroy…."

"Heard it before," Shego yawned.

"Shego, if you would just go…."

"Go get them yourself," she retorted with a snigger.

"But…."

"Nope. No buts," she waved. "I'm out."

"But….you still have a contract," he sputtered.

"And I'm living up to it. I'm here to guard you against unforeseen threats. Or stupidity. Especially your own," she sniggered again. "And in three weeks, when the contract expires, I'm out of here," she told him firmly.

"But…."

Shego glared up at him again.

"I just mean, well, don't you want to finally see the end of those two annoying teens," he whined.

"You didn't see monkey-boy slap down those alien wannabes, Drewbie," Shego huffed. "You may have heard it, but you didn't see it. Trust me. You don't wanna mess with those two these days. I hear even Dementor is hiding from them of late."

"As if that poser could compare to…."

"The guy that helped save the world," she asked teasingly.

"Shego," he growled. "Fine! I'll just get those irradiated crystals myself, and when I finish off Kim Possible, and that forgettable buffoon, then you'll see that I am the greatest criminal genius of all time! My how you will see," he crowed.

"Bored now," Shego said, waving him away.

"Aren't you curious as to how….?"

Drakken howled as the plasma blasts sent him running from the lab as he screeched in pain.

"Honestly," he moaned, picking himself off the ground outside the lab as Lars walked past and eyed him with a grim expression. "You think she'd appreciate my efforts by now."

"Shego in a bad mood again," Lars asked with a careful look around.

"When isn't she," the humiliated scientist huffed.

"I heard that," came a singsong reply inside the reply.

Drakken gave a muted yip and ran off.

Lars sighed and looked at the open door scorched from more than his loopy boss' efforts of late. He gave a grim sigh of resignation and walked into the lab. As expected, he found Shego under an inevitable sunlamp since they were high in very frigid mountains, and the woman did like her sun. He walked over but didn't say a word as he waited for her to deign to notice him, knowing better than to interrupt.

She read four more pages before she sighed, and looked up, asking, "What now?"

"Uh, just thought you'd like to know, Miss Shego. Mr. Hench called, and said all future credit and consignments have been withheld due to nonpayment, and, ah, conduct unbecoming," Lars told her with an actual blush.

Shego surprised him.

She sniggered.

"Tell Drewbie. If he doesn't get himself busted again. It's his problem now, not mine."

"But….?"

"Look, Lars, you seem like a more than intelligent fellow," she said, standing up now to casually stretch after tossing her magazine aside. "You have to see how things have changed."

"Well…."

"My contract is up in three weeks, and I'm blazing. Now, knowing that blue idiot, he's going to keep trying the same song and dance until they bury him. I don't intend to be here when that happens. Got it? I don't think you want to be here either," she said suggestively.

"To be honest, Miss Shego, I don't have any place else to go," he sighed. "Hard-timers like me… Not many people are going to give us another chance."

Shego just eyed him.

"No savings? Hidden troves? The usual stashes?"

"I….lent it all to Doc," he admitted sheepishly.

"Wow, you are thicker than I thought," Shego declared.

Lars just grimaced and shrugged, saying, "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

"You did see Stoppable man up there last month?"

"Yeah. Half the world did. Never thought that little squirt would power up like that," he admitted with a grimace.

"And do you really want to face him if he gets that pissed at you next," Shego asked pointedly.

Lars looked suitably reluctant as she nodded.

"Get out while you can, Lars. I figure my contract is going to expire just about the time Dr. D is ready to launch this latest fiasco. If he doesn't get busted again. So I'm bailing before that happens. You should, too."

"No yearly bonus if I do," he pointed out.

"Okay, suit yourself. We both know Jack is likely to just screw you out of it anyway since he's getting so miserly lately. Word is, he's slashing medical benefits next. You really want to work here for just minimum wage?"

Lars just sighed and shrugged.

"Well, I just felt I should tell you about the cutoff," he told her and turned to go.

"Seriously, Lars. You guys should all bail. Drewbie is going to get you killed with his insanity yet," Shego told him in a rare moment of concern.

"Guess we'll find out," the big man said somberly.

"Oy. Some people just don't learn," she sighed, and walked over, eyed the inevitably oversized phallic machine, and smirked as she reached under one open panel, and jerked out a few wires she felt under her gloved fingers. Walking off smirking with the wires in hand, she wondered how long it would the blue loon to notice what she had done.

Or even if he would.

~KP~

Kim groaned as she leaned back from kissing her boyfriend as they sat in the Roth, parked at the Overlook atop Mount Middleton.

"Better answer it," Ron told her as the dash chirped again. "It might be important."

"We only have two months before we go to college, Ron. I'd rather not spend my time chasing goons when we could…."

The Kimmunicator signal from the dash sounded again, and she sighed, dropping and shaking her head.

"Fine," she grumbled, and hit a switch she would happily tear out just then.

"What now, Wade," Kim sighed, eyeing the familiar face on the small screen now filling the center of her rebuilt dash the tweebs had upgraded for her last week.

"Sorry to interrupt, guys," Wade told her. "But you're going to want to hear this one. Looks like Dr. Drakken is back at it. He just broke into Gen-Tech, and is rummaging their atomic energy labs now."

Both of them groaned at that, and Kim remarked, "I thought he and Shego would have learned their lesson by now."

"No sign of Shego," Wade admitted. "This is Drakken, and only a handful of Henches so far as I can tell," he told her.

"Did Shego quit," Ron asked.

"Who knows," Kim sighed. "Okay, Wade. We're heading over, and maybe we can remind Drakken that breaking the law and spurning second chances is a very bad idea," she grumbled.

"Especially when it interrupts your date night," Wade smiled.

Kim's glower had him signing off without saying another word.

"Let's just go grab him, toss him in jail, and maybe we can get back to what's important before too late," Ron suggested with a warm smile.

"That is the best idea I've heard in days," she smiled as she reached for the ignition.

Ron only grinned, and declared, "I get a few now and then," with a careless chuckle.

Kim only smiled herself, and started the engine before pulling the gear shift back in a manner it wasn't meant to go by the builders, activating the turbines and hover jets as the car began to rise into the air over the plateau. A few other parkers just stared as the lights came on the small Roth that suddenly sprouted small airfoils and wings, and roared off without hesitation as it climbed into the night sky.

~KP~

Dr. Drakken fled the Gen-Tech labs with only half of what he wanted, or needed, leaving behind more than a few of his Henches, too. When an alarm went off that rattled even him, he was suddenly made aware of the fact that his only real protection just then were a few out-of-shape Henches that were barely a match for the average security guards.

Without Shego, he realized, he had no hope of eluding any of the real threats that might come after him. Such as Global Justice, or even Kim Possible herself.

Grabbing all he could carry, he raced for the hover pod and just started it up without waiting on the others left behind as only three of his Henches who had the foresight to stick with the boss joined him. They already knew that while Drakken might not be the most capable fighter, there were none more skilled at running away or escaping the law.

He was not even gone two minutes when a small, purple coupe flew down out of the sky, settled easily onto its four tires as the VTOL jets shut down and the stabilizers retracted, and then Kim and Ron were jumping out as the redhead's eyes swept the building before her.

"Give me a sitch, Wade," she demanded as she held up the Kimmunicator. "Tell me you have them pinpointed."

"Lab Seven-E, Kim," Wade told her. "I have multiple targets just outside the atomic energy labs, but no video. Someone was smart enough to shut off the area cameras this time.

"So, Shego might still be here," Kim mused.

"I didn't see her on approach," Wade admitted, "But that doesn't mean she didn't come in from another direction while Drakken blundered into the labs."

"Right," Kim agreed, and using her Kimmunicator map function, they headed for the lab in question even as both of them prepared for a fight.

Coming around the corner, Ron and Kim both froze as they reached the main door, kicked open in a rather clumsy fashion, just as five Henches came out with their arms full of equipment, and boxes of whatever they had picked out.

"Give up now, boys," Kim growled as she clenched her fists. "And no one has to go to ICU."

Every Hench there gaped because Kim was still wearing a skirt and blouse that didn't make her look the usual threat. They looked then to Ron, who was wearing a casual polo shirt and slacks and frowned all the more.

"Uh, you're really going to fight like that," one of the tougher looking Henches asked.

"We were on a date," Ron declared. "Which you boys interrupted. Now, how mad do you think that makes us just now," Ron asked, his brown eyes glittering with blue just then.

The Hench eyed his companions, dropped what he carried, and drawled, "I give up," as his hands went into the air.

All four other Henches echoed him.

"Where's Drakken and Shego?"

"He….was supposed to be waiting on us," the apparent spokesman groaned. "Don't know about Shego. Mostly she just sits around complaining about the boss these days. Barely even gets up to go shopping."

"She wasn't with you," Kim demanded.

"Nope. The boss ticked her off again, and she wouldn't budge," the man informed her.

Kim sighed.

"We came all this way for a handful of Henches," Kim said ominously as she glanced at Ron.

The men looked uneasy even as the sounds of GJ jets filled the air, and three jets landed nearby, and five agents all ran toward them.

"Agent Du," Kim nodded at the leader. "Five of you just for this trash," she asked.

"We were already returning from another mission when we were tipped to this robbery. Your friend Wade suggested it was Drakken and possibly Shego."

"Drakken for sure. Only he bailed on his own men here and left them holding the bag. They claim Shego may just have retired. Still, someone," Kim stressed, "Was about to tell me where he is, and what he's up to before I get any angrier than I already am," she declared.

"We really do give up," the man told the agents now. "Please, arrest us. Please."

"Wow," Ron smirked as the men were quickly cuffed, and arrested, "I didn't realize we were getting that scary."

"Stoppable, you two helped take out alien invaders that took over the entire planet in less than two hours. Right now, a lot of the usual rogues are hiding from you. We had hoped that pardon had finally settled Lipski down, though. Apparently, not," Will remarked blandly as ever.

"Give us a location once you interrogate them, and we'll settle him back down," Kim told him ominously.

"I think we can finish this one, Possible," Will told her dryly. "We'll let you get back to your….evening out," he said blandly.

Kim muttered sourly as she just turned and stalked back to the car.

"You know what, you might want to tell Drakken to hide for a few months after tonight," Ron told Will with a grin.

"Indeed, Stoppable," the young agent remarked as he followed his men back to their jets.

Ron just waved and headed back for the car, wondering if they had time to run by the drive-through at Bueno Nacho before they had to get home.

~KP~

Kim climbed the mountain looming over her with ease, well familiar with the scenario before her she made sure her grip was sure before moving her feet. Halfway up the sheer slope, she looked back at Ron, nodding as he used his new mastery over his monkey power as much as anything else to scamper up the slopes behind her with far more ease than ever before.

"You ready for this one," she asked, knowing from the interrogations that Drakken had moved his lair at the last minute, and apparently Shego was with him, just not cooperating completely with him of late. They hunted him for over two weeks, and finally, Wade detected a power surge that should not be there, and following the load on the local power grid in a certain section of the Appalachians, they found Drakken's newest lair. They had three ways in, but Kim wanted to take him by surprise and prevent any chance of escape this time.

GJ was setting up on the main road up to the far side of the mountain, and waiting for anyone that fled that way. Several more airborne agents were flying stealth jets, watching for anyone that might try to fly out through the obvious hangar doors in the side of the plateau. Kim chose the difficult path to completely mask their arrival, and hopefully prevent Drakken from even being ready for her when she and Ron appeared.

She almost hoped Shego wasn't there, though, because she really had hoped that woman had learned her lesson after the invasion. The woman had seemed to like the idea of being pardoned for her role in the fight against Warhok and Warmonga. For a time, the pair had even seemed to settle down, and Kim even wondered if they might be fonder of one another than they claimed.

Until Drakken showed up again robbing high-tech labs, and apparently building new doomsday weapons again. To date, though, there had been no sign of Shego.

"Ready," she asked Ron even as they reached the top of the peak, and spotted the small door opened to apparently provide ventilation.

"Let's do it," he agreed, jumping up to join her, and smiling as they headed for that apparent entrance.

"Think it's a trap?"

"It's Drakken," Ron rolled his eyes. "Of course it's a trap."

They crept up to the door, looked inside after lasering through the lock, and saw a massive ray of some kind aimed pointedly at the overhead air ducts like those she often used to infiltrate such lairs. They spotted Drakken near the machine he had built, holding a remote of some kind, and focused solely on that air duct. Around the opening just overhead, over a dozen Henches waited with stun batons and weapons as they, too, waited on their arrival.

Kim smirked, stepped into the door, and drawled, "Give it up, Drakken. This time, you're going down for good," she declared.

Drakken spun around, sneering, and declared, "That is where you are wrong, Kim Possible," he mocked her as he held up his remote. "With my cellular inverter, you are finally, and irrevocably out of my hair," he said and pressed a switch on the device that made the back of the machine glow oddly.

Kim was shocked as the base of the machine glowed, and suddenly she and Ron were both bathed in a searing, yellow glow that had her flung back, smashed against the nearby wall as Ron went tumbling out the open door from the force of the beam. She howled in pain, but when the ray stopped, she landed on all fours and looked up at the blue loon with cold, furious eyes.

"Yeah," she said. "I'm gonna hurt you now," she said even as Ron leaped back into the chamber, evading the base of that deceptive ray, and kicked into the machine with a glowing blue foot that shattered the entire base of the machine even as Kim lunged at Drakken.

The blue man howled, complaining, "You should be dying!"

"No, thanks," Kim spat.

"We don't do requests," Ron added as Kim punched the man so hard he flew into his own self-destructing machine.

He howled again as the escaping energies from whatever was glowing inside that cracking housing bathed him in its weird amber glow, and then he went still. Only occasionally twitching he slid off the machine, collapsed in a boneless sprawl, and lay there without moving.

"Next," Ron asked, landing lightly on both feet, his hands and feet still glowing a soft blue as he eyed the Henches.

Every one of them threw up their hands after dropping their weapons.

"Where's Shego," Kim stalked over to demand of a familiar bald Hench.

"Who knows? She finally split after feeding the boss what was left of her contract," Lars said in resignation.

"Feeding him…her contract," Ron echoed.

"He, ah, violated something again, and she shredded it, scorched it, and then….shoved it down his throat. Something about it being justifiable assault," Lars told the pair.

"Did he tell you what that thing was supposed to do," Kim demanded of the man, holding up a fist that almost trembled it was clenched so hard as she gestured at the machine with the other hand.

"Ah, well…."

"You can talk here, or in ICU," Kim spat, in a bad mood lately after one too many interruptions of their dates for what she deemed trivia of late over the past few weeks.

"All I know was the Doc said it was supposed to somehow melt you guys right out of existence," he told her as he pointedly took a step backward. "That's all I know," the big man said anxiously as an agent came up to cuff the man. "I swear."

"GJ, freeze," Will Du appeared just then, and Kim groaned.

"Let's just get out of here," Kim told Ron, hitting a switch on her Kimmunicator that summoned her Roth via robot-drive.

"Another failure," Will remarked blandly.

"Total," Ron said, even as he followed Kim to the door. "We'll let you clean up this time. We blew off another date for this one. And we only have so many date nights left before college starts."

"I think we can manage," Will remarked as dryly as ever as he eyed the twitching madman still lying out cold beside his own ravaged machine.

At least he had stopped breaking out in flowers and vines after Team Possible's Wade had finally helped him devise a cure. That had been more than disturbing even to Will.

"Okay, let's get these men into custody, and then bring in a cleanup team. I want to know what he was trying, and ensure it's not going to have later repercussions," Will Du remarked knowingly.

Not one agent didn't misunderstand. Most of Drakken's damages during his rampages were as much accidental as intentional. He was that kind of menace.

To Be Continued…