Date Smart [R]
By Hawk

Summary: Enough waiting, Shego wants a date and she wants it now, no matter what Ron thinks about it! But Kim has a few objections to that particular idea! The Moodulators the two ladies are wearing doesn't make the sitch any easier for Ron to handle!

Disclaimer: Kim Possible, Smarty Mart, Bueno Nacho and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine.

Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found at iamhawk at yahoo dot com, though not very frequently as real life lately interferes with my online existance more then I'd like.

Chapter Two:

"Okay people, listen up! In a frenzied outpouring of community pride, this weekend we celebrate Middleton Days... A salute to giants of local industry, from the space centre to the world-famous Middleton Pickleworks." Barkin ranted on in front of the semi-enthusiastic students who had gathered to help build some floats for the parade or agreed to do so in lieu of serving detention for various misdemeanours. "Float builders, let's get busy!" he ordered and gestured at the half-finished floats that littered the school gymnasium.

Ron instantly darted to the Pickleworks float and started working on a stand for a huge fake pickle to be mounted on. Now that he was here, he regretted that he hadn't accepted the task of dressing up like Kosher Delly, but he channelled that regret into building the most awesome float ever.

"Isn't that hot?" Kim asked, having glanced aside and spotting him working hard enough for three people, as he channelled his regret at not wearing an awesome suit into awesome-float-building-energy.

"Suffering and marinating in my own sweat, is my salute to Middleton!" Ron proudly exclaimed as he hammered some nails in to keep a huge fake pickle in place. He wiped some sweat off his forehead and suddenly spotted Tara Strong walking past arm in arm with Josh Mankey. "Oh!" Ron cried out as he spotted them about to come into Kim's field of vision. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" he continued to yelp, dropped his hammer and put both hands up to his face.

"Ron! What's the big? Did you hit yourself?" Kim instantly asked, focusing completely on him.

"Kim! There's something my eye! Ow!" he complained, frantically trying to come up with something that would keep Kim's attention for a while longer, but as he failed to come up with anything awesome, settled for childish and annoying.

"It's your finger." Kim dryly informed him and crossed her arms over her chest as she stared at him, raising an eyebrow as if to ask just what the heck he was doing now.

It was an expression, posture and tone of voice he had witnessed her use many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many times over the years.

"Oh. Ha ha ha. How'd that get there?" he mumbled in acute embarrassment at his lousy hoax and glanced aside as he found himself incapable of meeting her inquisitive gaze, but Josh and Tara were still in sight. Why couldn't those insensitive morons just walk out, they weren't working anyway and he didn't think they were here to get out of detention either, so what were they doing here in the first place?

"Aaaah! Josh Mankey has a fresh crush and her name isn't Kim Possible." Bonnie Rockwaller suddenly commented from beside Kim, nodding towards Tara and Josh with a gloating expression full of schadenfreude. Ron fully appreciated her decision to show up in full-on sexy cheerleader regalia, but her presence here was somewhat of a mystery as well. She certainly wasn't the kind of person to show up out of the goodness of her heart, but she wasn't stupid enough to be here to get out of detention either. Although those around her knew her as a complete and utter bitch, albeit one with a reluctant heart of gold which she desperately tried to hide from those around her, she was a picture-perfect model student with grades high enough to impress just about anyone and she also managed to involve herself in just about anything she could volunteer for as well. In fact, if Kimmie hadn't been around, Bonnie likely would be the best student around as far as the teachers knew.

"Aah! Bonnie! I was trying to..." he started, but trailed off as Kim raised a hand to stop his oncoming outburst and shook her head as if to indicate that everything was okay.

"Ron. Really, it's no big. Josh Mankey is so last semester." Kim responded seemingly uncaringly. Ron quickly suppressed the desire to frown suspiciously and instead adopted a neutral expression as he swiftly went through his mental backlog of conversations with Kim over the last couple of weeks. He blinked in surprise as he realized that it had been at least a couple of weeks since the last time Kim mentioned any cute boys whatsoever and probably at least a month since she had even mentioned Mankey.

"Huh?" Ron exclaimed in faint bewilderment as he tried to recollect recent events in regards to hotties. Had Kim forgotten about Mankey, without a new hottie to focus on or some disastrous date which had put her off him? That wasn't her usual modus operandi. From what he could recall and guesstimate, Kim and Mankey had simply grown apart without any big event causing it, which was somewhat unusual as Kim tended to be exceedingly tolerant of faults in others, considering how she herself had problems keeping up her social life what with her saving-the-world-obligations. Or at least Kim hadn't said anything about something that might cause them to split and she usually told him EVERYTHING. Even things that he occasionally might wish for her to keep to herself. He certainly hadn't wanted to know that the reason she had cut short her date with Dave Flagg, Brick's one year younger brother who had still managed to graduate before his older brother, had been that she got her period in the middle of dinner and had to rush off as she hadn't kept any feminine products for that in the tiny little bag she had brought for the date, figuring that she still had a couple of days until she needed to worry about carrying those wherever she went.

Yeah, certain things were best left untold, but Kim could be surprisingly open about a lot of things, especially on the way back after a particularly harsh mission. He'd never complain out loud about that to her of course, as he felt privileged that she trusted him enough to share just about everything, but sometimes he did wish that she would show a bit more discretion.

Like he did.

Well sure, he had blabbed about the time when he had been so into Zombie Mayhem II that he hadn't noticed that he needed to take a dump until it was too late. He had just barely made it to the bathroom door before all hell broke loose and he wound up having to take a shower, change underwear and pants before he was fit to face the world again. There was also that time he told her about needing foot fungus remedy. The time when he confessed to his mother catching him playing with the dolls belonging to Kim's current babysitting child which she had left at his house when she ran back home to feed the little tyke as his parents kitchen had been kinda empty at the time. There was also that time when his pants fell down to his ankles right in the middle of Club Banana's female lingerie section when Kim was in the dressing room, leading to him being chased out of the store as he had been going commando under his pants that day and apparently the crowd of female shoppers didn't appreciate male teenagers going bottomless in the female lingerie section. He was still not welcome at that particular Club Banana and likely would have been banned from the entire chain, if Monique hadn't been kind enough to fudge with their computer system on his behalf.

Okay, so perhaps he had shared a few things he probably should have kept to himself as well.

"What?!" Bonnie demanded with a severely disappointed expression, breaking Ron out of his reverie.

"We grew apart. It was time to move on. So not the drama." Kim flippantly responded.

"So in denial." Bonnie snapped in retaliation, but by her grumpy expression Ron guessed that she had already accepted that her ploy to upset Kim had failed.

"Way to maintain the KimPosure. It's brave the way you mask your Mankey pain." Ron approved with a smile directed at his oldest and best friend in the whole wide world.

"Seriously, I'm over Josh. I thought you'd be the bummed one." she cautiously responded and Ron blinked in confusion.

"Me? Why?" he asked somewhat suspiciously. Did Kim think he swung that way? No, no way. She would have said something in private and not try to out him in public.

"Tara." Kim replied in a manner which suggested that she actually believed that her cryptic one-word response was enough to explain everything.

"What about her?" Ron asked, now even more confused then when he thought that Kim believed that he was hot for Mankey.

"Well, she used to like you. You mean you never noticed?" Kim asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Noooooo..." Ron responded, drawing out his response as he considered that. Tara? Tara had liked liked him? "She was crushing on me and you didn't tell me?" he asked and scratched the back of his head.

If it hadn't been for the fact that he had enough woman trouble as it was at the moment, he likely would have been quite upset about that. After all, Tara was seriously hot!

Extremely hot!

So freaking hot in fact that he was starting to get a little upset in spite of himself, but his increasing annoyance with his best friend not telling him that a serious hottie had been crushing on him was broken by the beeping of the Kimunicator.

"What's the sitch, Wade?" Kim asked after deftly extracting and activating the device, seemingly somewhat relieved at the natural switch of subjects.

"Just heard that Tara and Mankey are dating. How is Ron taking it?" Wade asked and Ron glared accusingly at the screen.

"Et tu, Wade? You two traitors... When someone hot is crushing on you, the friendly thing to do is TELL your friend about it! You two are now officially on Santa Ron's list of bad naughty children." Ron groused and elbowed the fake pickle in a desperate attempt to relive his frustrations.

"Don't get in a pickle, Ron! Hahaha!" Wade laughed on the other end.

"Picklemocker! You're mocking the pickle!" Ron accused, pointing angrily at the Kimunicator.

"Sorry. Couldn't resist." Wade apologized.

"Wade, tell me there's more to this call." Kim pleaded with a roll of her eyes.

"Drakken's on the move." Wade revealed, growing serious as he got into the real reason for contacting Team Possible.

"Then so are we!" Kim ferally announced and her lips curled up into an almost sinister-looking smile, an expression Ron wasn't quite sure he'd ever seen on her face before.

"Uhm... Kim, you all right?" he asked dubiously.

"Yeah! Just eager to put those two behind bars. We only got Motor Ed last time, those other two creeps got away." Kim responded and Ron tilted his head as he considered her. Something was off with her, but at least she seemed gung ho about the mission. He'd ask her after it.

"Okay. Let's go!" Ron agreed.

"I don't get it. If you're such an evil genius, shouldn't you invent your own stuff? I mean, what's up with the stealing?" Shego asked after she and Doctor D had made their way into the laboratory of Doctor Cyrus Bortel.

If she were to be completely honest, she would have to admit that he did invent quite a few things and a few of them really were fairly brilliant. It was just that the majority of them were big-arse failures, just plain stupid or some sort of combination between those two!

Then again, when was she ever honest? Even with herself?

"It's called outsourcing, Shego! Besides, why reinvent the wheel? Or in this case... The electron magneto accelerator!" Drakken cheered after having found whatever gadget he was looking for inside the messy workshop. She hadn't paid much attention to what they were here to do, she'd just listened enough to find out where they were going and then tuned him out as he would be tagging along this time and thus she wasn't personally responsible for this particular burglary. "With this, I can increase the power of any electrical device to evil proportions!"

She was just about to call him on that, ask just what the heck 'evil proportions' was. She must have missed that measurement in school.

"Stealing again, Drakken?" a very familiar voice interjected itself into the conversation and Shego grinned, her expression turning positively feral. If princess was here, that meant...

"Whatever happened to inventing your own stuff?" Ron asked and Shego slammed her right fist onto her left palm with a resounding smack. He was here! Finally!

"It's called outsour..." Drakken started, but trailed off and shrugged. "Oh, just get on with it." he groused, obviously realizing the futility of trying to convince Team Possible of his creative genius.

"How 'bout you get on with it?" Shego lazily countered and leaned back against a workbench, crossing her legs and favouring Drakken with an apathetic expression while her gaze sought out a certain Ron Stoppable.

"Shego! This is not the time to question the nature of our relationship." Drakken protested angrily. "I point and you destroy!"

"Okay, fine. But I am not doing this for you, Doctor D. I'm doing this for me." Shego responded, moved forward, then reached out and grabbed Doctor D by the scruff of his neck, spinning him around a lap before she threw him at Kimmiecub who just stood there with her eyes bulging in shock as she was suddenly struck by a mad scientist screaming girlishly as he hurdled through the air towards the young hero.

"Oumpf! Ow!" Kim exclaimed as she tumbled to the ground and tangled up with Doctor Drakken in a big messy pile of blue mad scientist and red-haired teenaged do-gooder.

"Time for a rematch, Stoppable!" Shego cried out as she dashed towards Ron, who just barely managed to get his hands up to deflect the kick she had directed at his torso.

"Not this time, Shego!" Kimmie cried out and Shego had to backpedal as Doctor D suddenly came flying towards her, swiftly followed by princess who almost managed to nail her with a flying spin kick towards the head.

"Oh, go play with dolls or something, Kimmiecub. Leave the fighting to me and Stoppable." Shego protested as she attempted to sweep princess off her feet, only to have her somersault backwards and roll to the side.

Shego gritted her teeth as she darted after her with a snarl on her lips.

Why couldn't that fucking brat just stay still and fight like her sidekick?!

"Uhm... I'll just go grab Drakken then, shall I?" Ron asked with a hesitant tone of voice as he looked at the two of them starting to get into one of their usual tiffs.

"Ah!" Drakken cried and leapt to his feet from his prone position on the ground. "Why is it that everyone is suddenly going after me?! Including my own right hand ma-uhm-woman?!" he protested and leapt for the hover platform to make his getaway. Ron instantly headed after him and managed to grab the platform as it was making off.

"A boh-yah!" he cheered as the unexpected addition of his weight almost turned the thing over and did succeed in causing Drakken to loose his balance. The platform started sinking, as Ron hanging off the side of it messed with the balance and not having the platform level also lessened the amount of lift it could employ. Drakken realized pretty much instantly that the platform wouldn't make it, so he leapt for the hole in the roof, abandoning his marvellous invention in favour of a more old-school style exit. "Ah!" Ron cried out as the platform darted upwards and to the side as Drakken left it, then let go of the platform in favour of grabbing hold of Drakken's boots as the hovering vehicle seemed to be on a crash course with the unforgiving floor of the cluttered workshop.

"Do you mind?! I'm trying to get away!" Drakken complained and started trying to shake and kick Ron off.

"Kim, he's trying to get away! And he's kicking me!" Ron lodged his complaint.

"And you're surprised?" Kim asked while trying to down Shego.

"KP!" Ron shouted after Drakken had nearly succeeded in kicking him off and he realized that his position as delaying action was in danger of seriously failing.

"I believe the phrase is boh-yah!" Drakken taunted and finally managed to dislodge Ron, then crawl out of the hole in the roof. "Some other day, Kim Possible!" Drakken snapped off and then headed for the hover car. Shego hesitated for a moment, then rolled her eyes and made for the exit while powering down. On the way however, she detoured past Ron and slammed her palm against the back of his head just after he had gotten back onto his feet again.

"Call me!" she hissed in a low tone that hopefully wouldn't carry over to princess, crouched down and then leapt all the way up to the hole and onto the roof of the building in a single highly impressive leap.

"KP, you okay?" Ron asked, slowly making his way over to where Kim was standing and glaring up at the hole in the ceiling as if she could somehow telekinetically force the villains back into the laboratory so she could finish her fight. He rubbed the back of his head and reflected that he'd gotten off pretty lucky this time. Sure, Drakken had launched him so he thudded into a workbench back first which kinda hurt and Shego hadn't been holding back much, if at all, with her slap. But considering some of the other scrapes he'd been in, he'd gotten off fairly light.

"Me? Yeah. Pride? Not so much." she slowly responded, still glaring up at the hole in the roof as if that was the only thing around worth focusing on. Ron spotted the Kimunicator on the ground next to some other odd piece of machinery. "You okay? She didn't hurt you?" Kim asked with a worried expression and Ron glanced aside as he bent down, not quite willing to look in KP's direction at the moment.

"Yeah, I'm good." he admitted and handed her the Kimunicator he'd just grabbed off the ground. "Hey, don't forget this." he offered as he handed it over.

"Thanks." Kim sighed while looking almost longingly at the way the villains had made their exit through, not noticing that Ron had picked up the wrong gadget while averting his gaze and that the thing she was currently pocketing wasn't her trusty Kimunicator.

"KP! Those breakfast Naco's aren't gonna eat themselves!" Ron called out after failing to spot his friend in the kitchen of the Possible household where he could usually find her at this hour. Just then, she appeared from behind him and tossed a small green device his way. "Whoah, what's this?" he inquired as he glanced questioningly at it. It kinda looked like an old-school handheld gaming unit of some sort. He didn't recognize the maker, but it certainly didn't look like a cell phone and there was a cartoonish-looking face on the screen and some buttons underneath, which made him guess at some sort of gaming unit.

"Uhm, that thing you picked up. SO not the Kimunicator." Kim announced with hints of annoyance and frustration in her voice as she seated herself at the kitchen table.

"A video game! Awesome!" Ron cheered as he took his usual seat at the table, then pressed a random button to see what would happen. There weren't any markings or indicators that let him knew which was start, reset and so on. It looked fairly simple as there weren't many buttons to use, so it was probably some older outdated model. But you never knew, some of the old games were still pretty cool and fun to play.

"I can't believe we lost the Kimunicator! Waaaahh!" Kim suddenly exclaimed and then started sobbing, falling forward over the table and resting her head on her crossed arms, her body wracking with sobs.

"H-hey! Hey. You know, it's not the end of the world. Is it?" Ron hesitantly protested, but Kim failed to respond and instead just kept on crying.

For a few moments, Ron simply stared in utter shock at her. Kim wasn't big on crying, in fact, he could count the number of times she had allowed him to see her crying in the last five years on the fingers of one hand with fingers left to spare. It had been a bit more frequent when she was younger, but in recent years, not so much. In fact, she had likely seen him crying more often then he had seen her do so.

"C'mon, KP. Cheer up!" he pleaded with her, feeling the panic rising in his chest at this highly unusual situation. When she didn't respond to him, he put the game unit down and slowly slid closer to her, leaning down as he put his left arm around her. "C'mon, Wade'll get us a new one, you'll see." he said and Rufus backed him up, patting Kim on her head, telling her 'There, there'.

"He'll be SO disappointed in us for loosing it!" Kim suddenly wailed and twisted up against him, burying her face against his chest.

"Hey, we've lost the Kimunicator before, right?" Ron frantically responded.

"I know!" Kim wailed and kept sobbing. "When will the carelessness end?" she cried and Ron grew increasingly frantic. This was SO not the usual KP behaviour.

"You know, maybe playing a little gameage'll cheer you up, huh?" he blurted out and reached for the game unit, pulling it closer and not noticing that he accidentally pressed a button on it.

"I don't want to play some stupid game!" Kim snapped and slapped the unit out of his hand. She jumped onto her feet and leaned in towards him with a furious expression on her face. "I want the Kimunicator! Argh! Let's just go to school so I can tell Wade that you lost the Kimunicator again!" Kim suddenly snarled at him and then yanked him to his feet by grabbing his shirt, then pulled him out of the kitchen while Ron tried to figure out just what in the name of all that's good and cheesy was going on.

Sure, he'd experienced KP having mood swings before, but this was just ridiculous!

"Man, KP. I think you seriously jacked my shirt!" Ron complained after they had reached school. He had been silent on the way over, but now when there were witnesses around, he felt safe enough to speak up, even if Kim was still in a SERIOUS mood.

"Oh, I am gonna do more than that to Drakken!" Kim almost snarled, spinning around and waving her index finger right up in his face.

"Riiiight. ... Um, so, what do you suppose he was after?" Ron asked somewhat doubtfully. She rarely went up against Drakken, if Shego was down, Drakken would usually surrender or flee unless he was holding a weapon of some sort. But once disarmed and without Shego to back him up, he generally wasn't much trouble and thus Kim didn't have much reason to go all Kung Fu on him as she wasn't much for kicking someone who was already down.

"I have no idea, but I know that we can stop him!" Kim suddenly announced with a confident smile, no trace of her earlier fury notable in either voice or posture. The change was so startling that Ron actually backed away from her.

What the heck was this? Had the tweebs fed her something experimental?

"Unless he gets away again..." Kim suddenly continued while instantly breaking out in a flood of tears.

Tweebs, definitively the tweebs! They usually focused on propulsion-based hijinx, but he wouldn't be surprised if they had managed to come up with something edible that could make girls go from simply mysteriously delightful to all-out bat-crap-crazy.

"KP, are you feelin' okay?" he suspiciously asked, wondering just how to go about fixing this weird sitch. Should he try to force his fingers down her throat to try and induce vomiting?

"Why? What do you mean by that?" Kim asked him suspiciously, with a weird expression on her face, as if she had no idea what he was talking about but felt offended that he was even questioning her in the first place.

"Nothing, nothing!" Ron assured her, worried about unleashing another bout of inexplicable rage in his currently weird friend. "You just seem kinda... Random." he cautiously informed her.

"Random? Are we talking about me?" Kim asked with a confused tone of voice and a non-plussed expression. Right then, Ron spotted Tara and Mankey strolling past further ahead in the corridor and suddenly things started making sense again.

"Oh, of course! This is what happens when you keep the Mankey pain bottled up!" he exclaimed as understanding came to him. It wasn't the tweebs, it was just Kim going insane from bottling up her emotions about Mankey finding someone else! It was teenaged hottie-induced drama, not chemically influenced weirdness!

Well, just and just... But at least this explained her weird behaviour!

"What do you mean?" Kim inquired in utter befuddlement.

"Well, I mean that ever since you lost the Kimunicator..." he started, but suddenly Kim was all up in his face again and her expression could have made a thundercloud envious.

"I lost the Kimunicator?!" the snapped and grabbed his shirt again. "I didn't lose anything, Ron!" she added and dragged him onwards.

"Ow! Hey, hey! That's ripping!" Ron complained as he struggled to keep up with his irate friend.

To no real avail, as Kim suddenly yanked him forward and launched him towards the lockers, which he thudded into back-first with enough force to cause Kim's locker to open up, revealing Wade on the monitor inside.

"Oh, hey. I've been trying the Kimunicator, but there's no response." Wade announced while Kim stalked up and leaned against the lockers.

"Ron, you've got some 'splainin' to do!" Kim nearly snarled in a fake accent.

Kim watched reruns of that old show? Who knew?

"Well, see the Kimunicator wound up on the floor last evening when Kim was fighting Shego. I saw it next to some other gadget and thought I picked it up for her, but this morning Kim discovered that I'd given her some old hand-held gaming console." Ron admitted to Wade while Kim was glaring angrily at him. "So I guess I picked up the wrong thing. It's all my fault." Ron sighed despondently.

"Well, wait!" Kim suddenly interjected and when Ron glanced over at her, he almost groaned as he saw that she had switched to another mood yet again. It took him a few moments to identify what he was seeing, as he had never seen it directed towards him before. "That's not true. Ron did his best. It could have happened to anyone, right?" Kim nearly purred and Ron blinked as he finally got what it was he was seeing. This was Kim crushing!

But...

He looked over his shoulder to see if some new hottie had approached and was somehow standing behind him, but it didn't seem like it unless she was suddenly hot for Big Mike as he was the only male other then Ron close enough for Kim to react to. Ron looked back at Kim and blinked as she fluttered her eyelashes at him, her body turned away from him while coyly looking at him over her shoulder.

"Sure. Stuff happens when you're saving the world." Wade flippantly responded.

"See, Ron?" Kim asked and approached him, twirling around him and starting to play with the shoulder of his shirt. "Everything's gonna be A-Okay." she assured him, still using that almost sugary sweet tone of voice which he'd only heard directed at him when she wanted something that she KNEW he was reluctant to do for her.

And which had always served to make him cave immediately to whatever outrageous request she had for him.

"Uhm... KP? Hey, shirt." Ron blurted out, still kinda freaked about having Kim in crushing mode that was seemingly directed at him.

"If I can get a tracking link working, I should be able to activate the Kimunicators homing system." Wade started to explain, but Kim slammed the locker shut mid-explanation, seemingly not at all caring about whatever else Wade might have to say.

"Hey! Rudeness much?" Ron protested at how Kim treated their computer-savvy friend. Granted, he was kinda irked at how Wade had failed to inform him that a SERIOUSLY hot cheerleader had been crushing on him, but he had been somewhat curious to know what Wade had to say none the less.

"We'd better get going." Kim insisted and gently grasped his wrist, pulling him along in her wake towards next class.

"Yeah... Sure thing..." Ron responded somewhat dubiously. He got even more dubious when Kim told him that she'd see him after class, blew him a kiss and looked coyly at him as she headed for her seat, then slumped down with a dreamy stare directed at him. He even found himself agreeing with Bonnie's statement that some things were just too weird to think about.

And unless it was about just how hot Bonnie was, he rarely tended to agree with her, so agreeing with her about how odd Kim was acting was a seriously oddball situation!

"A few more modifications and the Electron Magneto Accelerator will be..." Drakken ranted to himself, then gasped in shock and took a hasty step backwards, crouching down low in a feeble defensive posture as Shego suddenly appeared right next to him. "Shego! You're still not upset, are you?" he asked in pitiful whine. She had seriously freaked him out earlier, but after she had stalked off in disgust when he curled up in a foetal position and sucked his own thumb, he'd eventually managed to gather his wits about himself and started to modify the stolen EMA for his own evil purposes.

"Nah, I'm fine." she responded and picked up the EMA, sparing it a curious look as she tilted it back and forth in her hand.

"Uhm... Shego... What are you wearing?" he asked, as he noted that his trusty sidekick wasn't wearing her customary battle outfit. She had done something with her hair as well. Her hair was all curly now and cascaded down her head, flowed over both her shoulders and floated like a cloud behind her back. She was wearing a very tight green top that left her stomach bare, so tight in fact that it was pretty darn obvious that she wasn't wearing anything at all underneath it.

Over that, she had an open black leather jacket that stopped just about where her top did, leaving her back and sides bare, not just her stomach. Underneath that, he discovered a black miniskirt held in place with a thin green belt, the skirt was so short that he figured it would give any enterprising pervert a view of her underwear, if she was indeed wearing any, if the pervert was just to crouch down somewhat nearby her. Her smooth curvy legs were bare and due to the very short skirt, seemed to go on forever, only to wind up in a pair of green high-heeled shoes that bared her toes and revealed that she painted her toenails green to match the ones on her hands.

The top left a sizeable gap above her mammary region and he spotted an emerald hanging off a silver chain around her neck, that only served to draw attention to the significant amount of cleavage she was currently displaying. Her regular plain black lipstick had now been switched for one with more gloss, causing her lips to reflect the lights which were spread out in his workshop to provide ample light for sensitive work. Hanging off her ears, were some nice silver pieces with sparkly green emeralds in them. Adorning her wrists were some nice silver bracelets and an equally nice set of sparkly silver adorned both her ankles.

She had used that device she'd gotten off Henchco for going out in public without causing too much of a fuzz, so her complexion looked more normal then usual and her hair lacked the green tinge that could usually be spotted there if you looked at it long enough or saw it in the right light. She was wearing make-up and her eyebrows looked not only longer but more immaculate then usual, so he assumed she had done more grooming then just curling her hair.

Much to his surprise, he had to admit that she looked like at least a fifteen on a ten-grade scale. Not that she was fugly in any way otherwise, but normally she was at most an eleven on a ten-grade scale, so this was a serious improvement over anything he had been privileged enough to witness previously. He shook his head to clear his mind, feeling a bit guilty at perving over her like he had just been. He was almost old enough to be her father and besides, he had sworn off drooling over women a long time ago. Evil science was his only love these days!

"I'm going out." she informed him. "And to make sure that you don't get up to anything stupid that might interrupt my date while I'm gone, I'm bringing this Electric Magnet Whatchamahooey with me." she continued and Drakken blinked in surprise at that statement.

"It's called the Electron Magneto Acce... You have a date?" he blurted out and scratched the back of his head, trying to recall the last time that had happened. He could faintly recall her mentioning something about a date before she took off for one of her weekends off, but that had been years ago. Granted, he rarely interested himself in what she was doing in her time off and she rarely shared her plans with him, so he supposed that she could be serial dating her way through the entire population of the world for all he knew.

Although from what muttered complaints he had overheard since she came to work for him, that seemed unlikely.

"I do indeed." she agreed and then leaned closer to him, holding up her right index finger right up against his nose. "And if you do ANYTHING, anything at all, to mess it up..." she drawled and then smirked evilly as her index finger lit up while the rest of her hand remained normal. "I'm going to shove this finger so far up your rear end that I can pick YOUR nose with it..." she finished and Drakken paled at the threat, instantly resolving that perhaps this would be a good day to sit back in his couch, crank up his TIVO and watch some recorded TV shows for once. Perhaps grab the henchmen and go for Karaoke somewhere far away, then spend the weekend at some hotel just to be sure. Yeah, that sounded like a plan.

If she was in this kind of mood now, he didn't want to know what she might do upon her return if the date had gone badly even if he had nothing to do with that, so a weekend away from the lair sounded like a pretty good idea to him at the moment.

"Uhm... Have a nice date?" he hesitantly offered her, afraid of causing offence. She did have quite a few hours left until her workday was over and her weekend could officially begin as it wasn't even lunch yet. Besides, Friday evenings usually was devoted to Karaoke and she tended to tag along, which he really enjoyed. But after how volatile she had been today, he wasn't about to bring any of that up with her right now even if she did seem like she currently was in a somewhat good mood compared to the earlier moody freak show. Part of being a good employer was in knowing when to let the labourers off early, he supposed.

"Oh, I will..." she purred and headed for the exit, her hips swaying as she walked.

Drakken observed her departing the workshop with a confused expression, then shook his head and started cleaning up after his tinkering while glancing at the security monitors. After he had spotted Shego loading her custom-painted Nissan GTR into the back of a larger hovercraft and depart the lair at the usual break-neck pace she flew at whenever she flew alone, he reached for the microphone to the intercom system.

"Wrap up what you are doing and shut down for the weekend. Karaoke is on me and we'll be doing an all-nighter, so tell your families that you won't be coming back home until tomorrow." he informed the henchmen spread out all over the massive lair.

He shuddered, he didn't know what was up with Shego, but he wasn't all that eager to find out either. Both that and using the EMA for evil could wait until Monday even if he had first planned to use it on the Middleton Space Centre's float at the parade this evening. But there would be other opportunities, preferably when Shego wasn't acting all irrational and confusing!

The End! ( For now... )