Post by Alyssa on Feb 11, 2008 0:10:05 GMT -5
This started out with just me. I took the livejournal100 list and decided to do 100 D/S drabbles. Then Ninnik asked if she could do one. Then Teh Dipstick asked as well. Ninnik did a second, a third, Teh Dipstick also continued to contribute... the infamos Sitchit offered her services and now we have SweetnSour joining us as well as (soon) charlottec and Robbie Valiant, P.I.
This has just turned into a big ball of Amazing. Thanks everyone for your support, help, critiques, sense of humor and for your amazing talent.
Let's keep this train wreck a-rollin'
-Alyssa
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001.Beginnings.
002.Middles.
003.Ends.
004.Insides-By Dipstick
“C’mon, Doc. Are we buying this place or what?”
“Shego, there are a lot of things to take into consideration when getting a new lair. The location is just fab, and it‘s all big and evil looking, but it‘s also damp and moldy.”
“Did you actually just say ‘fab’?”
“I doesn’t look like it can provide power to all my wonderful toys either.” Drakken frowned as he entered the next room. “And this is supposed to be a kitchen? I’ve seen phone booths with more space! Does this place even have a lab? What kind of evil lair is this?”
“Sorry, chump.” Shego shrugged at the realtor. “Looks like you‘ll be going back empty handed.”
“I certainly won’t be writing out any checks,” Drakken huffed, folding his arms. “Not for a place like this!”
The man in the gold blazer gave an overenthusiastic smile. “Not even if it comes with a George Foreman grill?”
“Shego! Pen! Now!”
005.Outsides. -Andy
Shego knew all about survival. It sorta came with the villain territory. Finding your own shelter, water, food, etc. was nothing she couldn't handle. So, hiding in a dense clump of trees and rocks for the night while GJ hoverjets circled the area with spotlights ablaze was not a tough task.
Still, she considered herself an indoor girl, preferring a soft bed and a microwave to sleeping on rocks and foraging.
'But, sleeping under the stars has some benefits.' she thought with a smirk as she and Dr. Drakken huddled closer together under their shared emergency blanket, trying to find any extra warmth. She listened for the hoverjet engines grow more distant before she leaned on Dr. D's shoulder and drifted off.
006. Hours.
007.Days-Teh Dipstick
They walked out the door. She glanced over at him. He was smiling. Humming to himself even. Another karaoke night over with.
“See ya on Monday, Doc.” She jumped into her small, black hovercar, which was parked next to his, and took off.
The lair felt empty. He didn’t care too much. It gave him the opportunity to work on his plan in peace for a couple of days.
No sarcasm. No lip. No vexing. No interruptions. No-one to share his childhood stories with. No one to listen to him gloat. No one to rant to. No one to share the experience of the Sci-Fi movie marathon he’d been looking forward to with.
He sighed. So maybe he did care, just a little.
The apartment was dark and cold. It didn’t surprise her. She hadn’t been there since Monday morning after all.
She turned on the lights. The silence didn’t bother her. She was a loner.
She turned on the TV as well as she sat down on her small couch, picking up a magazine. Not because she felt the need to have some sort of background noise while reading. She just wanted to hear the latest news was all.
She didn’t glance over at the phone because she hoped that he’d call and invite her over to watch that movie marathon with him. The one he’d been talking about all week. Any call could’ve been important.
It was only Friday night. Two more days to go.
008.Weeks-By sitchit
In any given month, Dr. Drakken really only had 3 workable weeks.
Week 1 was spent on the planning process. Frantic energy snapped across his synapses, leaving the doctor all but buzzing. Scrapped diagrams, blueprints, and banana peels scattered the floor.
Week 2 was filled with the impatient tapping of his feet, fidgeting, and unspent enthusiasm he could barely contain as he waited for Shego to return with stolen parts.
Week 3 was it, the completion of whatever tremendous machine he was working on. Dr. Drakken would look up, smile proudly, and swing his arms around animatedly as he explained in great detail his 'greatest doomsday device ever.'
Then came the teen heroes, the fighting, and the very, very annoying destruction of his lair.
Week 4 was when everything caught up to him. Sure, the pain in his back, frustration, and hot sting of failure were all unwelcome, but nothing compared to that hushed and angry phone conversation he had every 4 weeks in the drug store.
"How in the world am I supposed to know the difference between a Tampax Pearl and a Playtex Sport?! - Well, then just tell me what you want; I can't read your mind! - Wait, what? Maxi Pad who?"
Once every 4 weeks was once too often.
009. Months-By Charlotte C
They had been dating for a few months now…real dates: Dinner, dancing, movies… making out. But so far, that was all.
And every time he had to ask her out.
“Shego, I wanted to ask…that is, I wondered if you would like to, maybe, um, go to dinner or a club or…something?” He trailed off nervously.
“Can’t go out tonight, Doc. I always wash my hair on Wednesday.” Shego answered.
“Well, thanks for that flashback to high school,” Drakken snapped, starting to stomp off.
Shego touched his arm, stopping him. “It wasn’t a rejection, you doofus. It was an invitation.”
.010 Years-By SweetNSour
Years have flown by like the hovercar they used to own.
Shego is now Shego Lipsky, and has somehow become 'Soccer Mom'. She drives a maroon mini-van around.
Dr. Drakken changed his name back to Drew Lipsky, and gave up his career as a mad scientist. He's now a telemarketer.
At least he's still evil, Shego reminds herself each day as she brews their coffee. At least he's still evil.
011.Red.-By SweetnSour
Shego gasped as the brick-colored liquid dripped from Drakken's mouth.
"No!" She cried out, grabbing his hand in hers.
"...Shego?" He asked, quietly.
"What?" Their eyes met and locked in on each other as the light grew dim around them.
"It's only tomato sauce..." He reassured her, trying to reason with her.
"I don't care! I didn't bring you to this fancy restaurant to have you spit up all over the place!" She ranted.
012.Orange.-By Alyssa
"...You look good."
"Shut up Doc."
It was true though. No matter what she was wearing (or wasn't for that matter) no matter the color, style, Shego always looked good. Always.
013.Yellow.-By Alyssa
She stood before the mirror, blonde wig on and Drakken standing in the door frame of the lair's public restroom. "Err... it's not what it looks like."
"It better not be. You're not thinking about dying your hair, are you?"
Shego's eyes narrowed. "And if I am?"
He pulled the wig off of her head. "It's yellow! Anything less than gold is unacceptable. Remember that."
014.Green.-By Alyssa
"...You're green there?"
Shego sighed. It was going to be a long night.
015.Blue.-By Alyssa
The song was on loud, and pulsing through the lair. Drakken growled, knocking loudly on Shego's door. "SHEGO! TURN OFF THAT INFERNAL NOISE RIGHT NOW!"
The music stopped, and Shego opened the door to her room. She leaned against the door way, arching an eyebrow. "Well?"
"...Yes. And keep it down!" She rolled her eyes and walked passed him... then began to hum. "SHEGO! I MEAN IT!"
016.Purple.-Mike Rigatoni
Mego climbs the stairs of go tower leading toward the bedrooms. I can’t wait for this day to be over, he thinks to himself. As he approaches the top of the staircase, he hears muffled voices. One voice sounds familiar but he can’t place either of the two. Hego is supposed at Bueno Nacho, and the twins are on a camping trip. Who could be here? Mego realizes the sounds are coming from his room. He opens his door to see Drakken and Shego in his bed.
“Hey, bro,” Shego remarks. “Just giving the doctor a tour of Go Tower.”
017.Brown.-By Sitchit
It clung to their bodies, hot, humid, and wet. Specks of mud, kicked up from the Earth, splattered across their clothes as they trekked through the rain forest after the invasion.
Shego pointed. "You've got a little… there, on your face…"
Drakken grimaced, unamused.
"I… I'll just get it."
Her attempt to wipe the splotch of mud from his face only made it worse, leaving a big brown smudge on his cheek.
The corners of her mouth turned up.
She tried desperately... and failed - she was laughing hard.
His heart swelled. After a moment he realized he was laughing too.
018. Black. -Andy
Carribbean storms were nothing to trifle with. First, the storm had taken out the main power to the lair. Then, as luck would have it, an errant bolt of lightning fried the battery-operated fuel pump on Drakken's huge diesel-powered electric generator. The lair's interior was bathed in pitch black.
"Jeez, I can't see anything! Haven't you ever heard of windows, you big blue dolt?!"
"Windows arent' very super-villain-y, Shego!" was Drakken's half-hearted retort.
Drakken put his arms out and began to stumble in the general direction of the storage locker where he was pretty sure he kept a battery-operated lantern. Shego had just realized that her hands could provide all the light she needed and was about to flare them up when something bulky and heavy crashed into her.
"Waagh!"
"Agh! Hey!"
In the quiet blackness of the lair, the collision seemed deafening.
"Shego, are you still there?" he called out to the darkness. "I'm okay, I fell on something...soft, and...squishy.." he squeezed with both hands. "What is this, anyway?"
The blackness suddenly lit up to a bright green. Drakken blinked, and then recoiled in terror as he noticed where he was, and where his hands were.
"Shego! I'm sorry, I...uh...accident...and..." the blue man was spluttering and probably petrified.
"Dr. D, you've got two choices here. You can either run for your life..." Drakken looked like he was considering doing just that. "Or, you can keep doing exactly what you're doing." Shego fixed her gaze upon him.
Drakken blinked in confusion for a moment, before realization set in. A leer formed on his face before he began to lean towards Shego.
And once again, the inside of the lair went pitch black.
.019 White-By sweetnsour
Shego stared at her boss, awestruck. She'd never expected him to ask that. He'd asked -more like demanded- her to do tons of things in the years they'd been together. Things like, 'Can you get me that laser?' or, 'Shego, get Kim Possible!' But not once had he asked her this before.
"Any particular reason why you're still here?"
Shego's normally challenging eyes faded into that of shock. She had hoped to put this question away in storage, neatly packed under everything else to be forgotten.
"The dental plan is pretty good." She told him.
She caught a glimpse of his dazzling, white smile before she turned away. It's one heck of a dental plan.
020.Colourless.-By CharlotteC
He enjoyed it at first. She was pleasant, polite, compliant; the cookies he ordered her to bake were delicious. Why did she say she couldn't cook? Wait - she never said she couldn't - just that she didn't.
It was what he wanted - right?
Bored, he tried to provoke her - but she just smiled that bland smile and said "Yes Dr. Drakken" in a monotone. Her face was slack, her eyes dull, her voice flat.
When the mind control chip came off, her eyes blazed emerald, her face contorted with rage, and green flames shot from her clenched fists. When she caught him, he admitted he was afraid. What he couldn't admit, even to himself, was that he liked her better this way.
021.Friends.-By Ninnik
“Loved your act, Dr. Drakken! Or should I say Drew?”
“Hey, maybe you could do an encore!”
“They’re only jealous,” Drakken muttered, but she noticed his jaw tightening as the other inmates jeered at him.
Shego let him walk off by himself to sulk. She’d see him later, anyway.
Sighing, she whirled around to face the tormentors, her smile cold.“So…you people like rapping, do you?”
Come dinnertime, nobody felt like joking anymore.
Drakken peered cautiously at the silent, sullen crowd, then at Shego. “What’s going on…?”
“Guess they were just jealous after all, Doc.”Shego said, looking self-content.
Drakken grinned.
022.Enemies.-By Alyssa
They had been many things; employer and employee, partners, father and daughter, sister and brother, friends...
But the minute he replaced her, the moment he uttered "...Is better than you." they were no more than enemies.
And that hurt more than the betrayal.
023.Lovers.-By Alyssa
They kissed fervently, needingly. It'd been a long time coming and Shego was more than ready for it. "This doesn't mean anything."
Drakken absentmindedly agreed, not really hearing her. He was too focused on her removing his labcoat and the increasingly desperate kisses they shared.
She stopped, grabbing his face and forcing him to look her in the eyes. "This," she motioned between them. "Means everything."
024.Family.-By Alyssa
She stood before him playing with his bow tie and adjusting the top of his hair. "You really don't need to dress formally. It's my parents. They won't bite."
He grumbled something unintelligible, but she believed she heard something along the lines of 'you certainly do.'
"D, sweetie. I went through your mother. Your psychopathic, tried to kill me with her cooking, thinks I'm not good enough for her perfect son MOTHER. Couldn't you at least meet my parents? My sweet and wonderful, clueless parents?"
He grumbled again. A growing habit she noticed.
On the other side of the door, our heroine's (well, if she could be called that) doting parents were having a similar discussion.
"I don't like him."
"You haven't met him yet."
"What was that photo she sent to us? A pony tail? No daughter of mine will marry a hooligan!"
The ever patient wife shook her head. The sooner this was over, this "official meeting of the parents", the sooner life could go on as usual.
"And what kind of name is that? Drake... Drake Ken something or another. I'm telling you this boy is bad news."
"Of course dear." With that she rang the door bell.
Back inside, Mrs. Lipsky made her way from the kitchen. "I'll get it!"
"Is that a good idea?"
"Probably not. Mother!" The three trailed off to the door. Ever eager and anxious to meet her sons girlfriends parents the door was quickly opened- "Kim Possible?!"
"Shego?"
"Mom?"
"Shego? Is everything alright I thought I heard you scream... Kim Possible?!"
"Drakken? And her name is Kim Stoppable now!" Ron cried, ignored.
Drake Ken Lipsky and Shauna 'Shaun' Stoppable stood, staring at the scene unveiling before them. Their eyes met and at once began to laugh. A normal life was going to be impossible they realized, as being extraordinary (Or rather, anything but ordinary) was a trait that ran in their families.
025.Strangers. -By Alyssa
It would seem that Shego, at least when emotionally altered by technology, had an affinity for Photo Booths. Looking back at his copy of the pictures he and Shego had taken together and the one he had found partially burned with Shego in tact (the other person had however already burnt when Doctor Drakken found it.) he couldn't help thinking that he was looking at a stranger.
So when they finally met, face to face, is it any wonder that Doctor Drakken had the inclination to hold her close, and never let go?
026.Teammates.-By Ninnik
”…I heard it was…what’s-his-face…Drewken.”
“Drakken.”
“Right.”
Drakken looked up from the funnel cakes, spotting a man and a woman he didn’t recognize.
Newbies.
“The…intercontinental whatcha-ma-callit? Shook the planet?”
“Sounds nuts enough for Drakken.”
Drakken glared.
“Drakken and Shego. She’s never far away.”
“Why doesn’t she go solo?”
The woman scoffed. “I heard she can’t even beat that cheerleader!”
Drakken growled.
“I’d hire Shego.”The man mumbled; clearly the sidekick.
“I bet. Anyway, everybody knows they’re washed-up. We’ll show them we can defeat Possible!”
Humiliating Defeat for Newcomer Villain Duo, the Middleton Examiner read on Monday.
Wade had received an anonymous tip.
027.Parents.-By Alyssa
"And here's Drewbie taking his first bath! Awww, would you look at that toosh!"
Drakken couldn't tell who was suffering more; himself from embarrassment or Shego from boredom.
Either way, he had to get his mother out of the house.
"Aw! And here he is on the potty!"
Now.
028. Children-By Alyssa
It was their last real act of evil. And it was brilliant. The conception of it was a feat in its own, the hours spent to create this monstrosity.... the days contemplating it before finally Drakken took Shego by the wrist and led her away to perform the deed.
"...It's beautiful."
"Yeah. It is."
The next day, Kim Possible screamed in horror as she found HAVE FUN AT COLLEGE! LOVE DOCTOR D AND SHEGO engraved on the side of her car, the keys responsible next to the slashed tires.
029.Birth.-Andy
"BUT I WANT THE CAMARO!" Whined the grouchy blue man as he stood on the dealership floor.
"Why? Because your idiot cousin has one? We don't need a gas-guzzling V8 sports car, Mr. Midlife Crisis!" Retorted the equally irritated green woman. "We need a practical vehicle."
The poor sales drone had no idea what to do with the bickering, oddly-hued couple. He was certain that he'd seen some sort of ray gun tucked into the blue man's belt, and he wasn't positive, but he was pretty sure he'd seen the green lady's hands light up with a strange pulsating green fire.
The blue man continued, undeterred "Why practical? It's just the two of us!"
"What if I told you it wasn't going to be just the two of us for much longer?"
The blue man looked confused for a second. Then his features registered shock as he understood what she was saying.
"Shego?"
"That's right, Drew."
The blue man suddenly turned to the greasy, tie-wearing car salesman, and after a glance at the nametag clipped to the salesdrone's tie said "Well...Reggie...we'd like to test-drive the hybrid minivan over there..."
030.Death. -Andy
"Oh why?! Why did this have to happen!?" Dr. D was hunched over the small gravestone, sobbing uncontrollably.
He'd lost more than just a friend or a sidekick. He'd lost a partner. A mean, occasionally unstable, never-followed-directions partner. He felt like his life would never be whole again.
A sympathetic voice reached his ears. "Come on Dr. D, let's get out of the rain and go home." said Shego, as she gently lifted Dr. D up and gave him a soft, one-armed embrace around the shoulders.
He took a deep breath and composed himself. "All right, Shego." Shego kept her arm around him and decided to make him some warm cocoa moo as soon as they were home.
As they were walking away, Dr. D took one last glance at the stone.
Commodore Puddles. 1996-2008.
031.Sunrise.-By SweetnSour
Shego looked out the window. The sky was slowly turning pink. The soft wind outside called to her. She needed that reassurance.
She crept out of bed, not to awaken her boss sleeping next to her, and creaked across to the balcony that lead from their bedroom.
The wind blew her charcoal hair from her slightly thinned face. The confused feeling that combined with the soft wind that made her shake brought unfamiliar thoughts to her head.
'It will all be different now. A good different,' She stared at the sun, as it lazily rose above the jungle. Their new beginning.
032.Sunset.
033.Too Much.-By Sitchit
"Well, I disagree."
"I didn't ask your opinion, Shego."
"I just really don't think-"
He cut her off. "Enough, allright? I get it, you think it's a bad idea, blah blah blaaaah. Don't care, moving on."
She scoffed. After a strained pause she tried again. "It's just, I really think it's too much!"
"Shego!" Drakken snapped, slamming down his fork. "What do you not understand here? If I can eat this whole cheeseburger I get it for free!"
"It's 5 pounds of beef!"
"And 5 pounds of fries!" he added with a giddy smile.
She was going to be sick.
034.Not Enough.-By Alyssa
"Shego!"
She entered the room, stopping at a distance shifting her weight to her left leg and placing her hands on her hips. "Yes Doctor D?"
He took a deep breath, trying to erase her very come hither position from his mind. "Pass me that screw driver, will you?"
She grumbled, performing the trivial task. "I'll 'screw driver' you."
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Certainly nothing enough to catch YOUR attention." Apparently for both sides, the employer employee relationship was no longer enough.
035.Sixth Sense.-By Alyssa
Something was wrong. He couldn't pin point it, but something was wrongly off. He was used to herdisappearing "taking a vacation" without notice but this...
This scared him.
He was relived to have found her (In Go City of all places!) but when he questioned her about it she shrugged it off. "It was no big deal. Nothing's wrong. I'm fine"
He knew she was lying, but as long as she was beside him and safe then nothing was wrong. Everything would be fine. It was no big deal.
036.Smell.-By Alyssa
Working with Hank Perkins was not one of Shego's fondest memories. He dressed like a wannabe-business man, his voice was high and shrill and he didn't wear cologne... he *bathed* in it.
Walking past him was like walking into the waiting room at the Greek Spa where the older business men liked to mingle inbetween massages and steams.
So during this caper, Shego tried to keep herself closer to Drakken who smelt like the cupcake batter... Just to cover up Hank. She convinces herself.
037.Sound.-By Alyssa
He makes little grunts, sounds that indicate his displeasure when he is upset.
Sometimes he hums when he's having a good day, a little tune Shego doesn't recognize but is familiar with because he chooses to hum it over and over again.
Recently he's been ranting, alot. Raving on and on about "My plan this" and "Kim Possible foiled that" and "I'll get her next time or my name isn't..."
etc, etc, etc.
Right now, he's yelling out to her. "Shego! We're going to be late!" He's a bit nervous about getting Big Daddy Brotherson to give him the information he needs for his "biggest plan yet".
On cue, Shego walks into the garage where the hover car lift is. He looks at her, his jaw dropping just slightly. Had anyone else tried to pull this look off they would have looked (for lack of a better word) skanky. Shego however looked...
"Good. Now we can go." On the drive to the Bermuda Triangle Shego decides to enjoy the silence.
038.Touch.-By Robbie Valiant, P.I.
"Would you like to hear more scintillating stories of my formative years?"
He did one thing as he said this. A seemingly innocuous act. He pinched her cheek. They both felt an odd sense of contentment with it.
"Of course I'm happy," he rationalizes in his head, "she's finally being the supportive, loyal sidekick I always wanted."
Shego had settled herself to cope with the fact she was stuck obedient indefinitely. She watched this, an outsider in her own body. She immediately shoved that aside. It was wrong. She should be ENRAGED!
"Yes, Doctor Drakken," she said, her voice bubbly.
039. Taste.-By Ninnik
There are things he’d never expected to taste.
Coffee that Shego made for him when he was working late. Even if she didn’t have to.
The sweat of her palm as they lay huddled together in a ditch in awful, orange prison suits, hiding from GJ and Possible.
Dinner that they made together. Bored, she’d hovered, pestering him; before he knew it, she was chopping vegetables.
Shego’s cheeks.
Shego’s lips.
Shego’s tongue.
Shego’s breasts.
Shego’s…uh— well, he’d certainly never expected that.
Whenever she looks at him now, eyes soft, there are words she can’t say.
He can almost taste them.
040.Sight.
041.Shapes. -Ninnik
She’d finished her book, had lunch, filed her nails and the claws on her gloves, and now she was just…looking.
Their Caribbean lair had many strange, but appealing shapes. The twisted architecture of villainy.
High, cave-like ceilings, large metal beams with weird holes in them…the narrow mote full of green chemicals that snaked around the rooms and that it was a wonder none of the henchmen had fallen into yet…
The material of Dr. D’s lab coat moving across the broad shape of his back as he worked a wrench…
Clearing her throat, she went to…secure the perimeter or something.
042.Triangle.
"Please, I'm a super genius!" Shego mocked, as she stirred her Long Island Iced Tea. She watched as the drink sloshed around in her cup. Dumb waiter forgot the ice.
She thought about how frustrated her boss must be getting with Big Daddy. She loved to watch him handle situations with his immature personality.
When she wasn't around to see his fits, she visualized his reactions, his temper-tantrums, his outraged shouting... But that doesn't mean I think about him all the time..!
043.Square.
044. Circle.-By Ninnik
She found herself following her laundry’s circular trek with her eyes, around and around…
What a lame thing to be waxing philosophical about.
The symbolism was tacky in its obviousness; her life was going in circles.
Weekdays: Help boss prepare plans. Get foiled by cheerleader.
Weekends: Spent alone.
Lather, rinse and repeat.
Hmmm…
The first problem seemed to be inevitable.
As for the other one…
She got up, leaving her laundry behind to discuss the weekend with Dr. D.
One out of two wasn’t bad.
The next laundry day saw green, blue and black garments swishing around together, tangling happily.
.045 Moon-By sweetnsour
Nothing mattered that night.
Even though he was once her bumbling, blue boss, it didn't matter. Even though he'd messed up on their vows earlier that day, it didn't matter.
Even though she was once his sarcastic and and extremly snappy sidekick, it didn't matter. Even though she'd shoved the cake down his throat, it didn't matter.
Even though they'd been defeated constantly by a teen-aged hero, it didn't matter.
Because tonight, they belonged to each other.
046.Star. -Ninnik
He’d invented a reward system.
The henchmen were eating it up, and at least she had to give him credit for figuring out how to manipulate them.
But when he tried applying it to her as well, she’d had enough.
“Excellent work, Shego! Here’s your gold star! Remember, five gold stars will earn you—“
“I’m not one of your…minions, Doc! Keep your stupid gold stars!”
“No stars?” He asked, irritated. “Well…what do you want?”
She bit her lip, hesitating.
Call me your partner. I’m so tired of being the sidekick.
“Nothing you’ll ever figure out,” she gritted, walking away.
047.Heart. -Ninnik
Shego was dreaming.
He could tell; she was muttering, eyelids twitching.
He reached for his slippers.
“Wow, Dr. D…Kim Possible’s heart in a jar?”She snorted, rolling over on her side.
He shook his head at her evil dreams, grinning.
“Thanks, Doc, you shouldn’t have…well, actually you should! Mwahahaha…!”The laugh was slurred, yet wicked. “I’ll put it on the mantelpiece, next to the card…”
Drakken frowned. Hearts? Cards? Why did that ring a bell?
He glanced at the calendar—
“Oh, doodles.”
He ran.
He had to get something before she woke up, or it could be his internal organs in formaldehyde.
48. Diamond-By Charlotte C
Jimmy Ding peered over the counter at the blue man and green woman. What did they want this time? Focusing diamond for a laser? Jewelry heist to raise money?
"That one," the woman said, pointing. It wasn't the largest one in the case, but it was flawless.
Jimmy ducked and covered his eyes, waiting for the blast and the shattering glass. But it never came.
The blue man smiled awkwardly. "Can you tell me about your convenient financing plan?" he asked.
"She's not going to steal it?"
"Have my girlfriend steal her own engagement ring? That would just be... tacky."
049.Club.-By Ninnik
They’d never gone out on a Saturday before.
It was always just: ’Friday, karaoke night’.
This time, a particularly exhaustive scheme had stolen Friday night.
She’d been tired enough to stay at the lair instead of going away for the weekend like usual.
Somehow, they’d ended up at this club.
No karaoke tonight. Nobody felt like singing.
Just two disgruntled villains sharing a bottle of wine.
Pessimism first: Another defeat, awful music, yadda yadda.
But eventually, he mellowed out…until the atmosphere was almost relaxing and companionable.
Unusual. For them.
When he leaned on her, it felt friendly.
She didn’t move.
050.Spade.
051. Water.-By Andy
Shego knew that Dr. D was quite a bit older than she was, and was therefore into different music, among other things. She also knew that the song he was humming incessantly was an all-time rock classic.
That didn't make it any less annoying.
She buried her face into her Grumpy Woman magazine and tried to shut out the sound, to no avail. Only a second later, the final straw came when she heard a gravelly, off-key voice ringing out.
"SMOOOOOOOOOKE on the..."
"DR. D! THAT'S ENOUGH!"
"....water?" Finished Dr. D.
He didn't get to say anything else before green plasma blasts had him running out of the room as fast as his blue legs would carry him.
52.Fire-By Charlotte C
The lab was in ruins. Laser burns were everywhere; the workbench was a smoldering pile of rubble; thousands of dollars worth of equipment had been reduced to ashes; flames still licked at the walls here and there.
Three small faces peered sheepishly up at Shego from under black bangs.
"And this," she said through clenched teeth, "is why we never play laser tag with the real lasers!"
She stalked out, sweeping past Drakken and shoving a fire extinguisher into his hands.
"And why you need to remember to lock up the lab!"
053.Earth.-By Alyssa
In the end, he always knew.
Finally, he had achieved world domination. Finally, he was in charge. Finally he had everything he had ever wanted (and more). Finally he had recognition. Finally... Finally...
When she struck him down, he had known once again that it was a matter of finality. "Any last words?"
The question did in fact, make him proud. She had become a true villain. "Just a question," he said weakly as his vision dimmed. "Is the earth really worth it?"
Shego whispered in his ear.
"No."
Then drove the knife into his heart deeper.
054. Air-By sitchit
The photo booth had become a prison; her exploring hands the warden and her lips the jailhouse bars.
It was her breath that trapped him most successfully. Warm and heady, it danced across his skin in shivers.
The thought of it, coming from her lungs straight to his in such an intimate proximity sent him into a panicked bid for escape.
Stumbling out, he choked the fresh air in violently.
Gulping, he soon realized that no amount of it could ever dislodge her breath from his lungs or the shaky twinge it gave his heart.
She pouted. He was done for.
055.Spirit.
56. Breakfast-By Charlotte C
Normally, she wasn't a morning person. Breakfast meant coffee, strong, and lots of it. And woe to the person who dared speak to her before she had it.
But this morning, she was in an inexplicably good mood.
She pulled the red comforter up around her shoulders and smiled a slow, contented smile.
057.Lunch.-By Andy
"Dr. D, would you just make up your mind already?" muttered an increasingly impatient Shego.
"I'll decide when I'm good and ready, Shego! This is a delicate matter!" Drakken sounded equally annoyed.
He continued, rubbing his chin. "This option is a good value, but that one looks to be of much higher quality..."
"THAT'S IT! Drew, you've got 3 seconds to choose something before I kill you!"
As the strange couple in the equally strange hovering car escalated their argument, the zit-faced teen running the MacDowell's drive-thru had only one thought.
This is so not worth $6 an hour.
58. Dinner-By Charlotte C
How hard can it be? It comes in a box, it has directions on it, it's basically idiot-proof, right? And he's cooked for me dozens of times. She stared at the stove. I don't scare, she thought determinedly. And I won't be defeated by a kitchen appliance.
'Add rice', she read.
She dumped rice into the water until the pot was full. Pity she skipped the step that explained how much rice to add.
The chicken was slimy and kept slipping out of her hands. Oh well, five second rule, she thought as she picked it up off the floor for the third time and finally shoved it into the oven. Oh, crud, it's already eight o'clock. He'll be back in fifteen minutes. Guess I'll turn it up all the way...550 degrees ought to get it done in time.
He gnawed on the rice...which was somehow burned and undercooked at the same time, and the raw-ish chicken, which he hoped didn't harbor too much salmonella.
"Your cooking is really improving," he said.
059. Food-Ninnik
Alarms blared all across the lair.
He came running, frantic. “What is it? Kim Possible? Girl scouts?”
“Fire.”Shego said calmly.
Smoke billowed from the kitchen; he ran inside.
“Noooo! Not my pot roast! Now there’s nothing to make for dinner! You know you can’t cook, Shego, why’d you have to—“
”Gee, Doc, I guess now we have to go out and eat.”
About to yell at her about wasting time and money, he caught sight of her expression…and realized what she was actually saying.
“I kn-know this little Italian restaurant…”He heard himself stutter.
She grinned. “I’ll get my coat.”
060.Drink-By Andy
It was a nondescript house in a nice middle-class Midwestern suburb. A blue minivan and a green sedan were parked on the driveway. A huge gray SUV with out-of-state plates was parked on the street in front of the house.
A blue man with close-cropped black hair sat on a swing on the backyard deck, idly clinking the ice cubes in his martini. He was dressed in a t-shirt, sandals, and khaki shorts. He glanced over to his left and saw a burly blonde man and his petite blonde wife standing near a lit grill and chatting happily while they kept watch on the meat and sipped from their beer bottles. They were both dressed in simple jean shorts and t-shirts. It was the picture of suburban tranquility. Certainly not the place you'd expect to find four ex-cons, two of whom had been on the FBI's Most Wanted list.
The blue man sighed quietly and took a sip of his drink. A quiet drink was perfect on nice days like this. He began to think about his past and present. It was almost as though he were narrating to somebody in his head.
...after we stopped the invasion, the UN and the U.S. government offered us safety and peace, as long as we would cease all world-domination activities. A sort of 'witness protection program' if you will. We weren't the only ones to get the offer. My cousin over there used to be in the same business as me. Most of us took the offer. After the invasion, the world's leaders had bigger fish to fry than a bunch of kooky villains. And the Lorwardians had opened our eyes up to just how pointless it would be to try to control a whole planet. None of us would've been able to keep our grip on Earth had we been in control at the invasion's start.
It's hard to believe how much things have changed.
Anything we wanted was a hovercar ride away. Free technology and weapons. The keys to dozens of lairs, all over the world. We could spend twenty or thirty grand in a single minute on a world domination scheme. Big deal, it's not like we'd earned the money.
It didn't matter. When we were broke or short on parts, we'd just go out and steal some more. Nobody cold stop us. Cops? GJ Agents? A joke. We didn't need lawyers. Judges feared us. They knew what a guilty verdict meant for their life expectancies. Everybody's hands were out. Everything was for the taking. And now it's all over.
That's the hardest part. Today, everything is different. There's no action. I have to wait around like everyone else. Can't even get decent tech and parts. Right after I got here, I wanted some cold-fusion power cells to provide electricity for the house. The best I could find was a solar panel and some lead-acid batteries. I'm an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.
He was jarred from his thoughts by the back door noisily sliding open and 2 black-haired little boys charging out across the deck and into the yard. A tomboyish blonde girl was hot on their heels. A very pale woman with short black hair and green eyes, dressed in capri pants and a green top followed them out. She was carrying a large bowl of fruit salad in one hand and an iced tea in the other. She set the bowl down on the picnic table and joined the blue man on the swing. He put his arm around her as she leaned against him and they watched the three children tromp across the backyard.
"Hey cuz! The steaks are done! Let's eat, seriously!" the large blonde man was walking towards the picnic table with a pan of sirloins.
"Come on and eat, kids! It's gonna be pretty freaky if you don't get any dinner!" the blonde lady called out to the children, who came running.
As the blue man and his wife stood up to make their way to the picnic table, he took another sip of his drink and smiled at her.
I don't think I'd trade being an average schnook for anything.
061. Winter-By Charlotte C
"I told you we should've moved to the Caribbean lair last month," she complained, looking out at the six feet of snow surrounding the Alpine lair. "But you couldn't be bothered with moving. Had to work on your big plan. Now we're stuck here, indefinitely." Her words dripped with sarcasm.
He looked at her, smiling.
"We can't get out; no one else can get in. You even sent the henchmen on vacation." She glared at him.
"At least we have plenty of food and fuel for the generators," he pointed out.
"Yeah, but if we don't find some way to entertain ourselves, we'll die of boredom." Mocking was mildly entertaining. "And why are you smiling? We're trapped in the Swiss Alps with nothing to do and no way out!"
"I'm smiling because I'm trapped with you in the Swiss Alps with nothing to do and no way out."
The corner of her mouth curved up. Maybe she could think of something to do, after all.
062.Spring. -Ninnik
Apart from the attraction to evil, money, power and dramatic outfits, Shego considered, they didn’t have that much in common.
She liked extreme sports and sunbathing; he liked karaoke and online chat rooms.
She preferred spicy food; he had a sweet tooth.
She liked her regular beauty sleep; he had the unhealthy sleeping habits of…well, a mad scientist.
But they both had severe cases of pollen allergy.
“You know, Dr. D…“ Shego said thickly, as she watched Drakken blowing his nose for the millionth time that day, “…maybe building a lair at the North Pole wasn’t such a bad idea…”
063.Summer. -Ninnik
There was nothing to do.
Shego had insisted he had to test his outsourced doomsday devices before using them, to avoid another embarrassment.
So he’d put his scientist minions on the job.
Then she’d dragged him down to the beach.
Drakken hated volleyball and waterskiing. The sand itched. The sun block she’d made him use reeked.
He only wanted to get back to work.
Stretching like a cat in her skimpy bikini, Shego gave him a lazy grin. “Can’t wait to see if you’ll get little purple freckles in the sun…”
Well…seemed like he had to stay now. For science.
064. Fall-By SweetNSour
Drakken liked everything about this season. The smell of slightly rotten apples. The feeling of the brisk air around him. The noise the leaves made as him and Shego, his Shego, stepped over them.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, loud crunch... Oh no, Drakken thought, looking down to see his love sprawled out on the ground.
"Are you okay?" He asked, trying his hardest to stifle his giggles.
"I'll show you okay!" She yelled, playfully running after him.
And he felt happy about the way the leaves looked, flashing their maroon, golden, auburn and chocolate colors, as the couple chased each other.
065.Passing.-By Ninnik
He could already hear them approaching behind, coughing and cursing. The smoke bomb— so cliché, but he’d brought it just in case— had only distracted them for a few seconds, but it had been enough.
He ran.
A green and black figure; he blinked at the pink, glowing shampoo running down her long hair, noticed the dazed expression—
For a second, his mind swam with all the power he’d suddenly been handed— she’d obey him, she wouldn’t be lippy—
But only for a second.
Been there.
Never again.
“You need a shower,” he murmured, dragging her along by her wrist.
066.Rain.
067.Snow. --By Teh Dipstick
She couldn’t believe how comfortable he looked. Not when she was shivering like crazy, wrapping her arms around herself for more warmth.
The mad genius took a deep breath before letting out a content sigh. “Look at it, Shego. Isn’t it just lovely?”
“How can you not be freezing?”
“Simplicity itself. We’re scouting for a location to build my new lair, remember? The thought of my own, personal winter wonderland in which I can conduct my evil in peace warms my spirit… Also, union suit. Now who wants hot chocolate? Extra marshmallows!”
68.Lightning-By Charlotte C
Drakken stopped abruptly in the doorway of the lair. It was dark and candles burned everywhere. A fire crackled in the fireplace, and Shego was lying on a blanket in front of it. She was reading and had not heard him come in.
"Uh, Sh...Shego? What's going on here?" He asked, a hopeful note in his voice.
She rolled over and looked at him. "Lightning ran in on the generator. Power's out," she said flatly.
"Oh." It came out as more of a sigh than a word. "Guess I'll turn in, then."
She watched him walk away dejectedly.
"Hey, Dr. D.," she called. "Why not stay in here and read? It's too early for bed."
069.Thunder.
070.Storm.
071. Broken.-By Andy
"Okay, that was...interesting" wheezed Dr. Drakken.
"Tell me about it" agreed an equally winded Shego. "Didn't I tell you there were better options than just missionary in the dark?" She added with a gigglesnort.
"I really wasn't expecting that plasma explosion, Shego." He murmured with a slight smirk, ignoring Shego's comment.
"Look, that sometimes happens, when I...you know....hard, so get used to it. And don't get directly in front of the hands."
"Maybe I should stick to the missionary in the dark, then."
"Not a chance in hell, Blueboy."
As the two of them surveyed what was left of Drakken's bedroom, they both had similar thoughts.
Where are we going to get another big, round, red bed?
072.Fixed. -Dippy
There was a knock on the door.
“What?” he huffed.
She opened it slowly before inching her way inside. “Are you still mad?”
“Yes.”
“I fixed it.”
He looked up and turned around to face her. “You… fixed it?”
“Yes, with glue.” She pulled the “World’s Greatest Boss” coffee mug out from behind her back. He could see the cracks, but still, he’d be able to drink from it again.
He smiled a little and walked over to her.
“She’s sorry,” the six year old girl continued. “She doesn’t say it, but she is. Don‘t be mad.”
Drakken kneeled down and took the mug in his hand. His smile grew. Then he ruffled his daughter’s hair with the other. “Okay. Go tell your mother I’m not upset anymore.”
073.Light.
074.Dark. -Charlotte C
075.Shade.
076.Who?-By Alyssa
It played back in her head;
"I don't know who's helping Drakken. Me, Vacation!"
Kim Possible had been so convinced that it had been her... and why not? She was his "sidekick". So who then...
Who else?
Growling, she sat up. "Il colpo mancato? Dove lei va?"
"It's alright Midas. I'll be back... as soon as I find out something." Who Broke out Doctor Drakken? And why do I... She shook her head. Why is it bothering me?
She didn't dare question why she "cared".
077.What? -Sitchit
Boredom set in fast while waiting for a new plot. It was only reasonable that Shego create a few games to keep herself entertained - all of them at Drakken's expense, of course.
Making up slang was one of her favorites.
"Geez, Dr. D! You're straight off the verve curve today!"
"Oh that's nice, Shego. Real nice. Why don't you just go flip an ace, hmm?"
And if he decided to repeat any of the nonsense terms she said to him? Well, then that was just a bonus.
Later on when he came back, grinning from ear to ear, with Chinese takeout and a triple chocolate layer cake for them, she found herself beaming right back at him.
When she caught the slip-up and hurriedly wiped the smile from her face, he chuckled softly.
She couldn't help but think he had some games of his own.
078.Where?
079. When?-By Ninnik
The first time she agrees to work late, he doesn’t think much of it.
There’s an important project to finish. There’s overtime pay. End of story.
When he needs her to work on a Saturday, he’s mildly surprised when she agrees.
There’s some grumbling, and she demands a weekend bonus, but she says yes.
When she agrees to spend an entire weekend on a plan they both know is doomed and his synthodrones could’ve easily helped him with instead, and they spend more time bantering than actually working…that’s when he knows that things are not like they used to be.
080.Why?--By Ninnik
“We could’ve done this months ago if you’d only said yes the first time I asked you out—“Drakken began, gazing past the candlelight to where Shego was sitting, sipping at a glass of wine.
She only flashed one of those maddening, confidence-saturated smirks. ”You were a total dork. Foot in mouth and all. I wanted to see if you could do better, and I knew you weren’t going to stop trying.”
“But— but five months, Shego!”
“Hey, at least now I know you’re a keeper.”
Keeper. That comment surprised him, his heart swelling. “Really?”
“We’ll see.”
He groaned.
081.How?
082. If-Charlotte C
“If you were an animal, which one would you be?” the blue man behind the desk asked.
“That’s a stupid question,” said the green-skinned woman.
“This book says it’s 'useful in assessing the character of prospective employees',” he answered peevishly.
She raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Aren’t you hiring someone to steal stuff and beat people up?”
“Yes.”
She just stared at him.
He flipped through his book.
“Um – if you could reshape an elephant how would you….no?”
She rolled her eyes.
“Ah – here’s one!” He said brightly. “If you could have one superpower, what would it be?”
The corner of her mouth curved up. “I kinda like this one,” she said, as green flames shot from her hand and incinerated the book.
“When can you start?” he asked.
083.And.-By Ninnik
Shego prided herself on being honest.
She didn’t do sugarcoating.
“Hah! You actually think you’re gonna beat us, don’t you, Princess?”
And I wish you weren’t right every single time!
“Congratulations, Dr. D. You win the ‘Dumbest Plan Ever’ award.”
And I can’t think of anything better.
“Date? Us? No way. That’s Twilight Zone material, Doc.”
And ask me again later.
“Dr. D, this date stinks! I mean— karaoke in Vegas? Your outfit looks like you just mugged Liberace!”
And I’ll kill you if you don’t kiss me tonight.
Of course, that didn’t mean she always told the whole truth.
084.He.
085.She.
086.Choices. -Charlotte C
She could go away for a long weekend – tell him she was going to the spa – and make it disappear.
But she didn’t want to.
She could leave – not tell him – raise it alone.
With anyone else, that’s probably what she would do.
But not him. She had to tell him, even though she wasn’t sure how he would react.
“It’s not always one hundred percent effective and, well…” she faltered, refusing to look at him. She picked at her nails, gazing out the window. All he could see was a curtain of hair.
He took out a pen and paper and started writing something. When he finished, he slid the paper toward her.
She read:
Indoor or Outdoor?
Buffet or Sit Down Dinner?
Band or DJ?
Yes or No?
She felt a tear slide down her cheek and a disturbingly warm fuzzy feeling in her chest.
Must be hormones, she thought, as she whispered "Yes".
087.Life. -Andy
"NNGGH! This game is stupid!" groused the blue Doctor of Evil as he fiddled with his fake money and playing cards.
"I can't say I disagree, Mario, but since it's your fault we're both stuck here, let's just make the best of it, okay? Besides, this is still better than karaoke." Shego was kind enough not to further needle the Doc about the spectacular hovercar crash that had broken one of his arms and one of her legs after he'd crashed it while testing some 'new modifications' he'd made.
"Nnngh! Whatever! Just play."
"Oh, look Dr. D! You just had a boy! And he's blue just like you, how cute!" mocked Shego with false sweetness as she stuck a peg into Drakken's little plastic minivan.
"Oooh...just when I thought I couldn't hate this stupid game any more..." Drakken looked like he was ready to spit.
"What's the matter, Dr. D? Don't like kids? Planning on having some of your own, someday, hmmm?" Shego just loved to tease.
Drakken paled. "Uh...er...well, maybe in the future...if I meet the right lady of course, and mother approves of her, and if I can let my career take a back seat to a family and...er...um..." he tugged at his collar and seemed to be sweating.
Shego was a bit taken aback by Dr. D's sudden change in attitude. "Easy there, Dr. D. Just play the game." She decided to lighten the mood a little. "Besides, where are you going to find a girl who wants to marry and start a family with you?"
"I could ask you the same thing, Ms. Attitude!" Drakken retorted as he seemed to find his bearings. "When you shop for a husband you'll have to look in the 'masochists' section!"
Shego ignored him. "Oh, look! You just had a girl! Oooh, pink! Maybe she's DNAmy's!"
"NNNNNGH!! I hate this game!"
088.School. -Alyssa
Kim quickly shuffled through the mail, mindlessly separating the contents into piles. Bills, Bills, Junk, Ron, Me.... A light blue envelope caught her eye and upon seeing who it was from she quickly set down the rest of the messages to open it.
"Kim! Shauna brought another snake into the house... Kim?" Upon seeing tears streaming down his wife's cheeks Ron made his tone softer, genuinely concerned. "Kim, what is it?"
Kim laughed. "We're invited to a graduation party." Wiping away the tears, she held up the invitation. The card included the invitation itself, the date, and a picture of OFFICIALLY Doctor Drakken in graduation garb holding his diploma, Shego hugging him for dear life both smiling.
089.Work.
090.Home.-By Ninnik
Drakken looked up. “What happened to you?”
Shego grimaced, pushing her wet hair aside, her feet leaving muddy tracks behind her.
“What didn’t happen to me? Did you know they had lasers there? And ninjas? And I had to jump in the river to get away—“
Before he knew it, she’d breached his personal space, leaning heavily against his shoulder.
“Um, Shego—“
“Make me tea.”She groaned, exhausted.
Drakken scoffed. “What am I, a butler?”
“Tea. Now.”
In the silence that followed, he felt her hair slowly dampening his coat.
Drakken sighed. “Let’s get you some clean clothes first.”
091.Birthday.-By Ninnik
”I quit! You ignored me all week, my paycheck’s late, you didn’t tell me we’re changing lairs-- and now you’ve forgotten my birthday?”
No gifts; he hadn’t even congratulated her.
Drakken struggled to explain, spluttering. She glared mercilessly, an unfamiliar, wounded look about her.
He couldn’t tell her why he’d really been so preoccupied lately—
But maybe…he could show her.
With an adrenaline-fueled, ridiculously bold move.
She gaped at him when their lips parted. He released her, panting.
“Didn’t mean to forget.”
She stared until he squirmed.
“Sh-Shego?”
“Let’s go shopping.”
“What?”
Shego laughed. “It’s called a second chance, Doc.”
92.Christmas-By Charlotte C
"Alright, Shego, what's going on?" Kim Possible demanded.
"Kim Possible!" shouted two excited figures in red jumpsuits. "Hey, sis, you didn't tell us you invited her!"
"I didn't invite her," snarled Shego.
"Cookie?" Mama Lipsky offered. Ron took three.
Kim was confused. She had gotten a tip that Drakken was using massive amounts of electricity, but this looked like -
"So, you crashing our family Christmas party for a reason?" Shego snapped.
"But...what about the huge power drain?" Kim asked feebly.
"You'll have to ask Clark W. Griswold about that," Shego answered.
Just then Drakken walked out of the lair carrying fifteen extension cords.
"At last! My plan is complete!" He ranted, plugging in the cords and illuminating the lair with millions of twinkling lights.
093. Thanksgiving.-By Andy
The ex-mad scientist turned mad chef was having a glorious time.
"SHEGO! BEHOLD! With my new invention, the PoultrySizzle 5000, this will be THE GREATEST FRIED THANKSGIVING TURKEY EVER! " crowed the blue man before throwing his hands in the air and letting loose his trademark villain laugh.
"Uh yeah, Dr. D. Listen, I'm all about the villainous flair, even if we aren't really villains anymore. But the pink apron that says 'Kiss the Cook?' So not working with the evil laugh."
"But Shego..."
094.Independence.
.095 - New Year.-By Andy
Pounding headache.
Cotton mouth.
Churning stomach.
Wobbly legs.
Shego had it all. And now she had to get to the bathroom. Quickly. No easy feat in this kind of condition.
As she staggered off to the bathroom, she absently knocked some confetti and ribbon out of her hair and off of her clothing.
As she crashed through the door, she barely noticed the pair of henchmen asleep in the bathtub (both clutching bottles of Tennessee's finest) before she found herself violently paying tribute to the porcelain gods.
As she was ralphing, she became aware that somebody was pulling her rather substantial mane of hair back and out of the path of last night's food and alcohol consumption. As the first round came to a close, she looked up to see who it was.
Looking down on her was a bulky blue man with bigger-than-usual dark circles under his eyes, his shirt on backwards, and wild, unkempt sleep-hair capped off by an obnoxious party hat. He gave her a small, reassuring smile and had a look of quiet concern in his eyes. She returned the small smile.
"Thanks, Dr. D"
His only response was a quiet 'mmhmm' before the next round began and Shego once again found herself making a call on the big white phone.
096.Writer‘s Choice. IDIOSYNCRASIES-By Ninnik
“I hate being stuck in traffic.”
“We’re stuck here because somebody didn’t remember to install the rocket engines and wings on this stupid van like they were supposed to!”
A strained, sulky silence; Drakken refused to admit that she was right.
Another minute went by as they waited for the line of cars to budge. Then Shego heard a low but nevertheless annoying sound starting up.
“Dr. D! You’re humming! Again!”
“I’m bored! I can’t help it!”
Shego grunted irritably, looking out the window.
Silence; then—
“Stop drumming your fingers on the wheel, Shego! You know it drives me nuts!”
097.Writer‘s Choice. MUTUAL-By Ninnik
These dead time periods after a failed scheme always made them sullen and introspective.
They were not only re-evaluating their recent failures, but their entire lives.
A sidekick and a screwball scientist who were regularly defeated by two snotty teens and a creepy pet.
How did she end up there?
To make matters worse, she’d actually fallen in love with the screwball scientist.
I hate my life, she thought.
“I hate my life,” he muttered.
She grinned; soon, she was laughing without knowing why.
He stared at her. Smiling, she leaned into him.
Eventually, he put his arm around her.
098.Writer‘s Choice. ANGER-By Teh Dipstick
There was a big difference between the usual fits he’d throw when annoyed and how he acted when he was seriously angry. It didn’t happen often, but when it did she knew the smartest thing was to keep her mouth closed.
She still remembered how he’d grabbed her wrist. Not hard enough to hurt her, but rough handed enough to show he was upset and didn’t want her touching him.
His voice had been firm and cold as he’d uttered “I want my body!”
Firm and cold enough to sca
This has just turned into a big ball of Amazing. Thanks everyone for your support, help, critiques, sense of humor and for your amazing talent.
Let's keep this train wreck a-rollin'
-Alyssa
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001.Beginnings.
002.Middles.
003.Ends.
004.Insides-By Dipstick
“C’mon, Doc. Are we buying this place or what?”
“Shego, there are a lot of things to take into consideration when getting a new lair. The location is just fab, and it‘s all big and evil looking, but it‘s also damp and moldy.”
“Did you actually just say ‘fab’?”
“I doesn’t look like it can provide power to all my wonderful toys either.” Drakken frowned as he entered the next room. “And this is supposed to be a kitchen? I’ve seen phone booths with more space! Does this place even have a lab? What kind of evil lair is this?”
“Sorry, chump.” Shego shrugged at the realtor. “Looks like you‘ll be going back empty handed.”
“I certainly won’t be writing out any checks,” Drakken huffed, folding his arms. “Not for a place like this!”
The man in the gold blazer gave an overenthusiastic smile. “Not even if it comes with a George Foreman grill?”
“Shego! Pen! Now!”
005.Outsides. -Andy
Shego knew all about survival. It sorta came with the villain territory. Finding your own shelter, water, food, etc. was nothing she couldn't handle. So, hiding in a dense clump of trees and rocks for the night while GJ hoverjets circled the area with spotlights ablaze was not a tough task.
Still, she considered herself an indoor girl, preferring a soft bed and a microwave to sleeping on rocks and foraging.
'But, sleeping under the stars has some benefits.' she thought with a smirk as she and Dr. Drakken huddled closer together under their shared emergency blanket, trying to find any extra warmth. She listened for the hoverjet engines grow more distant before she leaned on Dr. D's shoulder and drifted off.
006. Hours.
007.Days-Teh Dipstick
They walked out the door. She glanced over at him. He was smiling. Humming to himself even. Another karaoke night over with.
“See ya on Monday, Doc.” She jumped into her small, black hovercar, which was parked next to his, and took off.
The lair felt empty. He didn’t care too much. It gave him the opportunity to work on his plan in peace for a couple of days.
No sarcasm. No lip. No vexing. No interruptions. No-one to share his childhood stories with. No one to listen to him gloat. No one to rant to. No one to share the experience of the Sci-Fi movie marathon he’d been looking forward to with.
He sighed. So maybe he did care, just a little.
The apartment was dark and cold. It didn’t surprise her. She hadn’t been there since Monday morning after all.
She turned on the lights. The silence didn’t bother her. She was a loner.
She turned on the TV as well as she sat down on her small couch, picking up a magazine. Not because she felt the need to have some sort of background noise while reading. She just wanted to hear the latest news was all.
She didn’t glance over at the phone because she hoped that he’d call and invite her over to watch that movie marathon with him. The one he’d been talking about all week. Any call could’ve been important.
It was only Friday night. Two more days to go.
008.Weeks-By sitchit
In any given month, Dr. Drakken really only had 3 workable weeks.
Week 1 was spent on the planning process. Frantic energy snapped across his synapses, leaving the doctor all but buzzing. Scrapped diagrams, blueprints, and banana peels scattered the floor.
Week 2 was filled with the impatient tapping of his feet, fidgeting, and unspent enthusiasm he could barely contain as he waited for Shego to return with stolen parts.
Week 3 was it, the completion of whatever tremendous machine he was working on. Dr. Drakken would look up, smile proudly, and swing his arms around animatedly as he explained in great detail his 'greatest doomsday device ever.'
Then came the teen heroes, the fighting, and the very, very annoying destruction of his lair.
Week 4 was when everything caught up to him. Sure, the pain in his back, frustration, and hot sting of failure were all unwelcome, but nothing compared to that hushed and angry phone conversation he had every 4 weeks in the drug store.
"How in the world am I supposed to know the difference between a Tampax Pearl and a Playtex Sport?! - Well, then just tell me what you want; I can't read your mind! - Wait, what? Maxi Pad who?"
Once every 4 weeks was once too often.
009. Months-By Charlotte C
They had been dating for a few months now…real dates: Dinner, dancing, movies… making out. But so far, that was all.
And every time he had to ask her out.
“Shego, I wanted to ask…that is, I wondered if you would like to, maybe, um, go to dinner or a club or…something?” He trailed off nervously.
“Can’t go out tonight, Doc. I always wash my hair on Wednesday.” Shego answered.
“Well, thanks for that flashback to high school,” Drakken snapped, starting to stomp off.
Shego touched his arm, stopping him. “It wasn’t a rejection, you doofus. It was an invitation.”
.010 Years-By SweetNSour
Years have flown by like the hovercar they used to own.
Shego is now Shego Lipsky, and has somehow become 'Soccer Mom'. She drives a maroon mini-van around.
Dr. Drakken changed his name back to Drew Lipsky, and gave up his career as a mad scientist. He's now a telemarketer.
At least he's still evil, Shego reminds herself each day as she brews their coffee. At least he's still evil.
011.Red.-By SweetnSour
Shego gasped as the brick-colored liquid dripped from Drakken's mouth.
"No!" She cried out, grabbing his hand in hers.
"...Shego?" He asked, quietly.
"What?" Their eyes met and locked in on each other as the light grew dim around them.
"It's only tomato sauce..." He reassured her, trying to reason with her.
"I don't care! I didn't bring you to this fancy restaurant to have you spit up all over the place!" She ranted.
012.Orange.-By Alyssa
"...You look good."
"Shut up Doc."
It was true though. No matter what she was wearing (or wasn't for that matter) no matter the color, style, Shego always looked good. Always.
013.Yellow.-By Alyssa
She stood before the mirror, blonde wig on and Drakken standing in the door frame of the lair's public restroom. "Err... it's not what it looks like."
"It better not be. You're not thinking about dying your hair, are you?"
Shego's eyes narrowed. "And if I am?"
He pulled the wig off of her head. "It's yellow! Anything less than gold is unacceptable. Remember that."
014.Green.-By Alyssa
"...You're green there?"
Shego sighed. It was going to be a long night.
015.Blue.-By Alyssa
The song was on loud, and pulsing through the lair. Drakken growled, knocking loudly on Shego's door. "SHEGO! TURN OFF THAT INFERNAL NOISE RIGHT NOW!"
The music stopped, and Shego opened the door to her room. She leaned against the door way, arching an eyebrow. "Well?"
"...Yes. And keep it down!" She rolled her eyes and walked passed him... then began to hum. "SHEGO! I MEAN IT!"
016.Purple.-Mike Rigatoni
Mego climbs the stairs of go tower leading toward the bedrooms. I can’t wait for this day to be over, he thinks to himself. As he approaches the top of the staircase, he hears muffled voices. One voice sounds familiar but he can’t place either of the two. Hego is supposed at Bueno Nacho, and the twins are on a camping trip. Who could be here? Mego realizes the sounds are coming from his room. He opens his door to see Drakken and Shego in his bed.
“Hey, bro,” Shego remarks. “Just giving the doctor a tour of Go Tower.”
017.Brown.-By Sitchit
It clung to their bodies, hot, humid, and wet. Specks of mud, kicked up from the Earth, splattered across their clothes as they trekked through the rain forest after the invasion.
Shego pointed. "You've got a little… there, on your face…"
Drakken grimaced, unamused.
"I… I'll just get it."
Her attempt to wipe the splotch of mud from his face only made it worse, leaving a big brown smudge on his cheek.
The corners of her mouth turned up.
She tried desperately... and failed - she was laughing hard.
His heart swelled. After a moment he realized he was laughing too.
018. Black. -Andy
Carribbean storms were nothing to trifle with. First, the storm had taken out the main power to the lair. Then, as luck would have it, an errant bolt of lightning fried the battery-operated fuel pump on Drakken's huge diesel-powered electric generator. The lair's interior was bathed in pitch black.
"Jeez, I can't see anything! Haven't you ever heard of windows, you big blue dolt?!"
"Windows arent' very super-villain-y, Shego!" was Drakken's half-hearted retort.
Drakken put his arms out and began to stumble in the general direction of the storage locker where he was pretty sure he kept a battery-operated lantern. Shego had just realized that her hands could provide all the light she needed and was about to flare them up when something bulky and heavy crashed into her.
"Waagh!"
"Agh! Hey!"
In the quiet blackness of the lair, the collision seemed deafening.
"Shego, are you still there?" he called out to the darkness. "I'm okay, I fell on something...soft, and...squishy.." he squeezed with both hands. "What is this, anyway?"
The blackness suddenly lit up to a bright green. Drakken blinked, and then recoiled in terror as he noticed where he was, and where his hands were.
"Shego! I'm sorry, I...uh...accident...and..." the blue man was spluttering and probably petrified.
"Dr. D, you've got two choices here. You can either run for your life..." Drakken looked like he was considering doing just that. "Or, you can keep doing exactly what you're doing." Shego fixed her gaze upon him.
Drakken blinked in confusion for a moment, before realization set in. A leer formed on his face before he began to lean towards Shego.
And once again, the inside of the lair went pitch black.
.019 White-By sweetnsour
Shego stared at her boss, awestruck. She'd never expected him to ask that. He'd asked -more like demanded- her to do tons of things in the years they'd been together. Things like, 'Can you get me that laser?' or, 'Shego, get Kim Possible!' But not once had he asked her this before.
"Any particular reason why you're still here?"
Shego's normally challenging eyes faded into that of shock. She had hoped to put this question away in storage, neatly packed under everything else to be forgotten.
"The dental plan is pretty good." She told him.
She caught a glimpse of his dazzling, white smile before she turned away. It's one heck of a dental plan.
020.Colourless.-By CharlotteC
He enjoyed it at first. She was pleasant, polite, compliant; the cookies he ordered her to bake were delicious. Why did she say she couldn't cook? Wait - she never said she couldn't - just that she didn't.
It was what he wanted - right?
Bored, he tried to provoke her - but she just smiled that bland smile and said "Yes Dr. Drakken" in a monotone. Her face was slack, her eyes dull, her voice flat.
When the mind control chip came off, her eyes blazed emerald, her face contorted with rage, and green flames shot from her clenched fists. When she caught him, he admitted he was afraid. What he couldn't admit, even to himself, was that he liked her better this way.
021.Friends.-By Ninnik
“Loved your act, Dr. Drakken! Or should I say Drew?”
“Hey, maybe you could do an encore!”
“They’re only jealous,” Drakken muttered, but she noticed his jaw tightening as the other inmates jeered at him.
Shego let him walk off by himself to sulk. She’d see him later, anyway.
Sighing, she whirled around to face the tormentors, her smile cold.“So…you people like rapping, do you?”
Come dinnertime, nobody felt like joking anymore.
Drakken peered cautiously at the silent, sullen crowd, then at Shego. “What’s going on…?”
“Guess they were just jealous after all, Doc.”Shego said, looking self-content.
Drakken grinned.
022.Enemies.-By Alyssa
They had been many things; employer and employee, partners, father and daughter, sister and brother, friends...
But the minute he replaced her, the moment he uttered "...Is better than you." they were no more than enemies.
And that hurt more than the betrayal.
023.Lovers.-By Alyssa
They kissed fervently, needingly. It'd been a long time coming and Shego was more than ready for it. "This doesn't mean anything."
Drakken absentmindedly agreed, not really hearing her. He was too focused on her removing his labcoat and the increasingly desperate kisses they shared.
She stopped, grabbing his face and forcing him to look her in the eyes. "This," she motioned between them. "Means everything."
024.Family.-By Alyssa
She stood before him playing with his bow tie and adjusting the top of his hair. "You really don't need to dress formally. It's my parents. They won't bite."
He grumbled something unintelligible, but she believed she heard something along the lines of 'you certainly do.'
"D, sweetie. I went through your mother. Your psychopathic, tried to kill me with her cooking, thinks I'm not good enough for her perfect son MOTHER. Couldn't you at least meet my parents? My sweet and wonderful, clueless parents?"
He grumbled again. A growing habit she noticed.
On the other side of the door, our heroine's (well, if she could be called that) doting parents were having a similar discussion.
"I don't like him."
"You haven't met him yet."
"What was that photo she sent to us? A pony tail? No daughter of mine will marry a hooligan!"
The ever patient wife shook her head. The sooner this was over, this "official meeting of the parents", the sooner life could go on as usual.
"And what kind of name is that? Drake... Drake Ken something or another. I'm telling you this boy is bad news."
"Of course dear." With that she rang the door bell.
Back inside, Mrs. Lipsky made her way from the kitchen. "I'll get it!"
"Is that a good idea?"
"Probably not. Mother!" The three trailed off to the door. Ever eager and anxious to meet her sons girlfriends parents the door was quickly opened- "Kim Possible?!"
"Shego?"
"Mom?"
"Shego? Is everything alright I thought I heard you scream... Kim Possible?!"
"Drakken? And her name is Kim Stoppable now!" Ron cried, ignored.
Drake Ken Lipsky and Shauna 'Shaun' Stoppable stood, staring at the scene unveiling before them. Their eyes met and at once began to laugh. A normal life was going to be impossible they realized, as being extraordinary (Or rather, anything but ordinary) was a trait that ran in their families.
025.Strangers. -By Alyssa
It would seem that Shego, at least when emotionally altered by technology, had an affinity for Photo Booths. Looking back at his copy of the pictures he and Shego had taken together and the one he had found partially burned with Shego in tact (the other person had however already burnt when Doctor Drakken found it.) he couldn't help thinking that he was looking at a stranger.
So when they finally met, face to face, is it any wonder that Doctor Drakken had the inclination to hold her close, and never let go?
026.Teammates.-By Ninnik
”…I heard it was…what’s-his-face…Drewken.”
“Drakken.”
“Right.”
Drakken looked up from the funnel cakes, spotting a man and a woman he didn’t recognize.
Newbies.
“The…intercontinental whatcha-ma-callit? Shook the planet?”
“Sounds nuts enough for Drakken.”
Drakken glared.
“Drakken and Shego. She’s never far away.”
“Why doesn’t she go solo?”
The woman scoffed. “I heard she can’t even beat that cheerleader!”
Drakken growled.
“I’d hire Shego.”The man mumbled; clearly the sidekick.
“I bet. Anyway, everybody knows they’re washed-up. We’ll show them we can defeat Possible!”
Humiliating Defeat for Newcomer Villain Duo, the Middleton Examiner read on Monday.
Wade had received an anonymous tip.
027.Parents.-By Alyssa
"And here's Drewbie taking his first bath! Awww, would you look at that toosh!"
Drakken couldn't tell who was suffering more; himself from embarrassment or Shego from boredom.
Either way, he had to get his mother out of the house.
"Aw! And here he is on the potty!"
Now.
028. Children-By Alyssa
It was their last real act of evil. And it was brilliant. The conception of it was a feat in its own, the hours spent to create this monstrosity.... the days contemplating it before finally Drakken took Shego by the wrist and led her away to perform the deed.
"...It's beautiful."
"Yeah. It is."
The next day, Kim Possible screamed in horror as she found HAVE FUN AT COLLEGE! LOVE DOCTOR D AND SHEGO engraved on the side of her car, the keys responsible next to the slashed tires.
029.Birth.-Andy
"BUT I WANT THE CAMARO!" Whined the grouchy blue man as he stood on the dealership floor.
"Why? Because your idiot cousin has one? We don't need a gas-guzzling V8 sports car, Mr. Midlife Crisis!" Retorted the equally irritated green woman. "We need a practical vehicle."
The poor sales drone had no idea what to do with the bickering, oddly-hued couple. He was certain that he'd seen some sort of ray gun tucked into the blue man's belt, and he wasn't positive, but he was pretty sure he'd seen the green lady's hands light up with a strange pulsating green fire.
The blue man continued, undeterred "Why practical? It's just the two of us!"
"What if I told you it wasn't going to be just the two of us for much longer?"
The blue man looked confused for a second. Then his features registered shock as he understood what she was saying.
"Shego?"
"That's right, Drew."
The blue man suddenly turned to the greasy, tie-wearing car salesman, and after a glance at the nametag clipped to the salesdrone's tie said "Well...Reggie...we'd like to test-drive the hybrid minivan over there..."
030.Death. -Andy
"Oh why?! Why did this have to happen!?" Dr. D was hunched over the small gravestone, sobbing uncontrollably.
He'd lost more than just a friend or a sidekick. He'd lost a partner. A mean, occasionally unstable, never-followed-directions partner. He felt like his life would never be whole again.
A sympathetic voice reached his ears. "Come on Dr. D, let's get out of the rain and go home." said Shego, as she gently lifted Dr. D up and gave him a soft, one-armed embrace around the shoulders.
He took a deep breath and composed himself. "All right, Shego." Shego kept her arm around him and decided to make him some warm cocoa moo as soon as they were home.
As they were walking away, Dr. D took one last glance at the stone.
Commodore Puddles. 1996-2008.
031.Sunrise.-By SweetnSour
Shego looked out the window. The sky was slowly turning pink. The soft wind outside called to her. She needed that reassurance.
She crept out of bed, not to awaken her boss sleeping next to her, and creaked across to the balcony that lead from their bedroom.
The wind blew her charcoal hair from her slightly thinned face. The confused feeling that combined with the soft wind that made her shake brought unfamiliar thoughts to her head.
'It will all be different now. A good different,' She stared at the sun, as it lazily rose above the jungle. Their new beginning.
032.Sunset.
033.Too Much.-By Sitchit
"Well, I disagree."
"I didn't ask your opinion, Shego."
"I just really don't think-"
He cut her off. "Enough, allright? I get it, you think it's a bad idea, blah blah blaaaah. Don't care, moving on."
She scoffed. After a strained pause she tried again. "It's just, I really think it's too much!"
"Shego!" Drakken snapped, slamming down his fork. "What do you not understand here? If I can eat this whole cheeseburger I get it for free!"
"It's 5 pounds of beef!"
"And 5 pounds of fries!" he added with a giddy smile.
She was going to be sick.
034.Not Enough.-By Alyssa
"Shego!"
She entered the room, stopping at a distance shifting her weight to her left leg and placing her hands on her hips. "Yes Doctor D?"
He took a deep breath, trying to erase her very come hither position from his mind. "Pass me that screw driver, will you?"
She grumbled, performing the trivial task. "I'll 'screw driver' you."
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Certainly nothing enough to catch YOUR attention." Apparently for both sides, the employer employee relationship was no longer enough.
035.Sixth Sense.-By Alyssa
Something was wrong. He couldn't pin point it, but something was wrongly off. He was used to her
This scared him.
He was relived to have found her (In Go City of all places!) but when he questioned her about it she shrugged it off. "It was no big deal. Nothing's wrong. I'm fine"
He knew she was lying, but as long as she was beside him and safe then nothing was wrong. Everything would be fine. It was no big deal.
036.Smell.-By Alyssa
Working with Hank Perkins was not one of Shego's fondest memories. He dressed like a wannabe-business man, his voice was high and shrill and he didn't wear cologne... he *bathed* in it.
Walking past him was like walking into the waiting room at the Greek Spa where the older business men liked to mingle inbetween massages and steams.
So during this caper, Shego tried to keep herself closer to Drakken who smelt like the cupcake batter... Just to cover up Hank. She convinces herself.
037.Sound.-By Alyssa
He makes little grunts, sounds that indicate his displeasure when he is upset.
Sometimes he hums when he's having a good day, a little tune Shego doesn't recognize but is familiar with because he chooses to hum it over and over again.
Recently he's been ranting, alot. Raving on and on about "My plan this" and "Kim Possible foiled that" and "I'll get her next time or my name isn't..."
etc, etc, etc.
Right now, he's yelling out to her. "Shego! We're going to be late!" He's a bit nervous about getting Big Daddy Brotherson to give him the information he needs for his "biggest plan yet".
On cue, Shego walks into the garage where the hover car lift is. He looks at her, his jaw dropping just slightly. Had anyone else tried to pull this look off they would have looked (for lack of a better word) skanky. Shego however looked...
"Good. Now we can go." On the drive to the Bermuda Triangle Shego decides to enjoy the silence.
038.Touch.-By Robbie Valiant, P.I.
"Would you like to hear more scintillating stories of my formative years?"
He did one thing as he said this. A seemingly innocuous act. He pinched her cheek. They both felt an odd sense of contentment with it.
"Of course I'm happy," he rationalizes in his head, "she's finally being the supportive, loyal sidekick I always wanted."
Shego had settled herself to cope with the fact she was stuck obedient indefinitely. She watched this, an outsider in her own body. She immediately shoved that aside. It was wrong. She should be ENRAGED!
"Yes, Doctor Drakken," she said, her voice bubbly.
039. Taste.-By Ninnik
There are things he’d never expected to taste.
Coffee that Shego made for him when he was working late. Even if she didn’t have to.
The sweat of her palm as they lay huddled together in a ditch in awful, orange prison suits, hiding from GJ and Possible.
Dinner that they made together. Bored, she’d hovered, pestering him; before he knew it, she was chopping vegetables.
Shego’s cheeks.
Shego’s lips.
Shego’s tongue.
Shego’s breasts.
Shego’s…uh— well, he’d certainly never expected that.
Whenever she looks at him now, eyes soft, there are words she can’t say.
He can almost taste them.
040.Sight.
041.Shapes. -Ninnik
She’d finished her book, had lunch, filed her nails and the claws on her gloves, and now she was just…looking.
Their Caribbean lair had many strange, but appealing shapes. The twisted architecture of villainy.
High, cave-like ceilings, large metal beams with weird holes in them…the narrow mote full of green chemicals that snaked around the rooms and that it was a wonder none of the henchmen had fallen into yet…
The material of Dr. D’s lab coat moving across the broad shape of his back as he worked a wrench…
Clearing her throat, she went to…secure the perimeter or something.
042.Triangle.
"Please, I'm a super genius!" Shego mocked, as she stirred her Long Island Iced Tea. She watched as the drink sloshed around in her cup. Dumb waiter forgot the ice.
She thought about how frustrated her boss must be getting with Big Daddy. She loved to watch him handle situations with his immature personality.
When she wasn't around to see his fits, she visualized his reactions, his temper-tantrums, his outraged shouting... But that doesn't mean I think about him all the time..!
043.Square.
044. Circle.-By Ninnik
She found herself following her laundry’s circular trek with her eyes, around and around…
What a lame thing to be waxing philosophical about.
The symbolism was tacky in its obviousness; her life was going in circles.
Weekdays: Help boss prepare plans. Get foiled by cheerleader.
Weekends: Spent alone.
Lather, rinse and repeat.
Hmmm…
The first problem seemed to be inevitable.
As for the other one…
She got up, leaving her laundry behind to discuss the weekend with Dr. D.
One out of two wasn’t bad.
The next laundry day saw green, blue and black garments swishing around together, tangling happily.
.045 Moon-By sweetnsour
Nothing mattered that night.
Even though he was once her bumbling, blue boss, it didn't matter. Even though he'd messed up on their vows earlier that day, it didn't matter.
Even though she was once his sarcastic and and extremly snappy sidekick, it didn't matter. Even though she'd shoved the cake down his throat, it didn't matter.
Even though they'd been defeated constantly by a teen-aged hero, it didn't matter.
Because tonight, they belonged to each other.
046.Star. -Ninnik
He’d invented a reward system.
The henchmen were eating it up, and at least she had to give him credit for figuring out how to manipulate them.
But when he tried applying it to her as well, she’d had enough.
“Excellent work, Shego! Here’s your gold star! Remember, five gold stars will earn you—“
“I’m not one of your…minions, Doc! Keep your stupid gold stars!”
“No stars?” He asked, irritated. “Well…what do you want?”
She bit her lip, hesitating.
Call me your partner. I’m so tired of being the sidekick.
“Nothing you’ll ever figure out,” she gritted, walking away.
047.Heart. -Ninnik
Shego was dreaming.
He could tell; she was muttering, eyelids twitching.
He reached for his slippers.
“Wow, Dr. D…Kim Possible’s heart in a jar?”She snorted, rolling over on her side.
He shook his head at her evil dreams, grinning.
“Thanks, Doc, you shouldn’t have…well, actually you should! Mwahahaha…!”The laugh was slurred, yet wicked. “I’ll put it on the mantelpiece, next to the card…”
Drakken frowned. Hearts? Cards? Why did that ring a bell?
He glanced at the calendar—
“Oh, doodles.”
He ran.
He had to get something before she woke up, or it could be his internal organs in formaldehyde.
48. Diamond-By Charlotte C
Jimmy Ding peered over the counter at the blue man and green woman. What did they want this time? Focusing diamond for a laser? Jewelry heist to raise money?
"That one," the woman said, pointing. It wasn't the largest one in the case, but it was flawless.
Jimmy ducked and covered his eyes, waiting for the blast and the shattering glass. But it never came.
The blue man smiled awkwardly. "Can you tell me about your convenient financing plan?" he asked.
"She's not going to steal it?"
"Have my girlfriend steal her own engagement ring? That would just be... tacky."
049.Club.-By Ninnik
They’d never gone out on a Saturday before.
It was always just: ’Friday, karaoke night’.
This time, a particularly exhaustive scheme had stolen Friday night.
She’d been tired enough to stay at the lair instead of going away for the weekend like usual.
Somehow, they’d ended up at this club.
No karaoke tonight. Nobody felt like singing.
Just two disgruntled villains sharing a bottle of wine.
Pessimism first: Another defeat, awful music, yadda yadda.
But eventually, he mellowed out…until the atmosphere was almost relaxing and companionable.
Unusual. For them.
When he leaned on her, it felt friendly.
She didn’t move.
050.Spade.
051. Water.-By Andy
Shego knew that Dr. D was quite a bit older than she was, and was therefore into different music, among other things. She also knew that the song he was humming incessantly was an all-time rock classic.
That didn't make it any less annoying.
She buried her face into her Grumpy Woman magazine and tried to shut out the sound, to no avail. Only a second later, the final straw came when she heard a gravelly, off-key voice ringing out.
"SMOOOOOOOOOKE on the..."
"DR. D! THAT'S ENOUGH!"
"....water?" Finished Dr. D.
He didn't get to say anything else before green plasma blasts had him running out of the room as fast as his blue legs would carry him.
52.Fire-By Charlotte C
The lab was in ruins. Laser burns were everywhere; the workbench was a smoldering pile of rubble; thousands of dollars worth of equipment had been reduced to ashes; flames still licked at the walls here and there.
Three small faces peered sheepishly up at Shego from under black bangs.
"And this," she said through clenched teeth, "is why we never play laser tag with the real lasers!"
She stalked out, sweeping past Drakken and shoving a fire extinguisher into his hands.
"And why you need to remember to lock up the lab!"
053.Earth.-By Alyssa
In the end, he always knew.
Finally, he had achieved world domination. Finally, he was in charge. Finally he had everything he had ever wanted (and more). Finally he had recognition. Finally... Finally...
When she struck him down, he had known once again that it was a matter of finality. "Any last words?"
The question did in fact, make him proud. She had become a true villain. "Just a question," he said weakly as his vision dimmed. "Is the earth really worth it?"
Shego whispered in his ear.
"No."
Then drove the knife into his heart deeper.
054. Air-By sitchit
The photo booth had become a prison; her exploring hands the warden and her lips the jailhouse bars.
It was her breath that trapped him most successfully. Warm and heady, it danced across his skin in shivers.
The thought of it, coming from her lungs straight to his in such an intimate proximity sent him into a panicked bid for escape.
Stumbling out, he choked the fresh air in violently.
Gulping, he soon realized that no amount of it could ever dislodge her breath from his lungs or the shaky twinge it gave his heart.
She pouted. He was done for.
055.Spirit.
56. Breakfast-By Charlotte C
Normally, she wasn't a morning person. Breakfast meant coffee, strong, and lots of it. And woe to the person who dared speak to her before she had it.
But this morning, she was in an inexplicably good mood.
She pulled the red comforter up around her shoulders and smiled a slow, contented smile.
057.Lunch.-By Andy
"Dr. D, would you just make up your mind already?" muttered an increasingly impatient Shego.
"I'll decide when I'm good and ready, Shego! This is a delicate matter!" Drakken sounded equally annoyed.
He continued, rubbing his chin. "This option is a good value, but that one looks to be of much higher quality..."
"THAT'S IT! Drew, you've got 3 seconds to choose something before I kill you!"
As the strange couple in the equally strange hovering car escalated their argument, the zit-faced teen running the MacDowell's drive-thru had only one thought.
This is so not worth $6 an hour.
58. Dinner-By Charlotte C
How hard can it be? It comes in a box, it has directions on it, it's basically idiot-proof, right? And he's cooked for me dozens of times. She stared at the stove. I don't scare, she thought determinedly. And I won't be defeated by a kitchen appliance.
'Add rice', she read.
She dumped rice into the water until the pot was full. Pity she skipped the step that explained how much rice to add.
The chicken was slimy and kept slipping out of her hands. Oh well, five second rule, she thought as she picked it up off the floor for the third time and finally shoved it into the oven. Oh, crud, it's already eight o'clock. He'll be back in fifteen minutes. Guess I'll turn it up all the way...550 degrees ought to get it done in time.
He gnawed on the rice...which was somehow burned and undercooked at the same time, and the raw-ish chicken, which he hoped didn't harbor too much salmonella.
"Your cooking is really improving," he said.
059. Food-Ninnik
Alarms blared all across the lair.
He came running, frantic. “What is it? Kim Possible? Girl scouts?”
“Fire.”Shego said calmly.
Smoke billowed from the kitchen; he ran inside.
“Noooo! Not my pot roast! Now there’s nothing to make for dinner! You know you can’t cook, Shego, why’d you have to—“
”Gee, Doc, I guess now we have to go out and eat.”
About to yell at her about wasting time and money, he caught sight of her expression…and realized what she was actually saying.
“I kn-know this little Italian restaurant…”He heard himself stutter.
She grinned. “I’ll get my coat.”
060.Drink-By Andy
It was a nondescript house in a nice middle-class Midwestern suburb. A blue minivan and a green sedan were parked on the driveway. A huge gray SUV with out-of-state plates was parked on the street in front of the house.
A blue man with close-cropped black hair sat on a swing on the backyard deck, idly clinking the ice cubes in his martini. He was dressed in a t-shirt, sandals, and khaki shorts. He glanced over to his left and saw a burly blonde man and his petite blonde wife standing near a lit grill and chatting happily while they kept watch on the meat and sipped from their beer bottles. They were both dressed in simple jean shorts and t-shirts. It was the picture of suburban tranquility. Certainly not the place you'd expect to find four ex-cons, two of whom had been on the FBI's Most Wanted list.
The blue man sighed quietly and took a sip of his drink. A quiet drink was perfect on nice days like this. He began to think about his past and present. It was almost as though he were narrating to somebody in his head.
...after we stopped the invasion, the UN and the U.S. government offered us safety and peace, as long as we would cease all world-domination activities. A sort of 'witness protection program' if you will. We weren't the only ones to get the offer. My cousin over there used to be in the same business as me. Most of us took the offer. After the invasion, the world's leaders had bigger fish to fry than a bunch of kooky villains. And the Lorwardians had opened our eyes up to just how pointless it would be to try to control a whole planet. None of us would've been able to keep our grip on Earth had we been in control at the invasion's start.
It's hard to believe how much things have changed.
Anything we wanted was a hovercar ride away. Free technology and weapons. The keys to dozens of lairs, all over the world. We could spend twenty or thirty grand in a single minute on a world domination scheme. Big deal, it's not like we'd earned the money.
It didn't matter. When we were broke or short on parts, we'd just go out and steal some more. Nobody cold stop us. Cops? GJ Agents? A joke. We didn't need lawyers. Judges feared us. They knew what a guilty verdict meant for their life expectancies. Everybody's hands were out. Everything was for the taking. And now it's all over.
That's the hardest part. Today, everything is different. There's no action. I have to wait around like everyone else. Can't even get decent tech and parts. Right after I got here, I wanted some cold-fusion power cells to provide electricity for the house. The best I could find was a solar panel and some lead-acid batteries. I'm an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.
He was jarred from his thoughts by the back door noisily sliding open and 2 black-haired little boys charging out across the deck and into the yard. A tomboyish blonde girl was hot on their heels. A very pale woman with short black hair and green eyes, dressed in capri pants and a green top followed them out. She was carrying a large bowl of fruit salad in one hand and an iced tea in the other. She set the bowl down on the picnic table and joined the blue man on the swing. He put his arm around her as she leaned against him and they watched the three children tromp across the backyard.
"Hey cuz! The steaks are done! Let's eat, seriously!" the large blonde man was walking towards the picnic table with a pan of sirloins.
"Come on and eat, kids! It's gonna be pretty freaky if you don't get any dinner!" the blonde lady called out to the children, who came running.
As the blue man and his wife stood up to make their way to the picnic table, he took another sip of his drink and smiled at her.
I don't think I'd trade being an average schnook for anything.
061. Winter-By Charlotte C
"I told you we should've moved to the Caribbean lair last month," she complained, looking out at the six feet of snow surrounding the Alpine lair. "But you couldn't be bothered with moving. Had to work on your big plan. Now we're stuck here, indefinitely." Her words dripped with sarcasm.
He looked at her, smiling.
"We can't get out; no one else can get in. You even sent the henchmen on vacation." She glared at him.
"At least we have plenty of food and fuel for the generators," he pointed out.
"Yeah, but if we don't find some way to entertain ourselves, we'll die of boredom." Mocking was mildly entertaining. "And why are you smiling? We're trapped in the Swiss Alps with nothing to do and no way out!"
"I'm smiling because I'm trapped with you in the Swiss Alps with nothing to do and no way out."
The corner of her mouth curved up. Maybe she could think of something to do, after all.
062.Spring. -Ninnik
Apart from the attraction to evil, money, power and dramatic outfits, Shego considered, they didn’t have that much in common.
She liked extreme sports and sunbathing; he liked karaoke and online chat rooms.
She preferred spicy food; he had a sweet tooth.
She liked her regular beauty sleep; he had the unhealthy sleeping habits of…well, a mad scientist.
But they both had severe cases of pollen allergy.
“You know, Dr. D…“ Shego said thickly, as she watched Drakken blowing his nose for the millionth time that day, “…maybe building a lair at the North Pole wasn’t such a bad idea…”
063.Summer. -Ninnik
There was nothing to do.
Shego had insisted he had to test his outsourced doomsday devices before using them, to avoid another embarrassment.
So he’d put his scientist minions on the job.
Then she’d dragged him down to the beach.
Drakken hated volleyball and waterskiing. The sand itched. The sun block she’d made him use reeked.
He only wanted to get back to work.
Stretching like a cat in her skimpy bikini, Shego gave him a lazy grin. “Can’t wait to see if you’ll get little purple freckles in the sun…”
Well…seemed like he had to stay now. For science.
064. Fall-By SweetNSour
Drakken liked everything about this season. The smell of slightly rotten apples. The feeling of the brisk air around him. The noise the leaves made as him and Shego, his Shego, stepped over them.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, loud crunch... Oh no, Drakken thought, looking down to see his love sprawled out on the ground.
"Are you okay?" He asked, trying his hardest to stifle his giggles.
"I'll show you okay!" She yelled, playfully running after him.
And he felt happy about the way the leaves looked, flashing their maroon, golden, auburn and chocolate colors, as the couple chased each other.
065.Passing.-By Ninnik
He could already hear them approaching behind, coughing and cursing. The smoke bomb— so cliché, but he’d brought it just in case— had only distracted them for a few seconds, but it had been enough.
He ran.
A green and black figure; he blinked at the pink, glowing shampoo running down her long hair, noticed the dazed expression—
For a second, his mind swam with all the power he’d suddenly been handed— she’d obey him, she wouldn’t be lippy—
But only for a second.
Been there.
Never again.
“You need a shower,” he murmured, dragging her along by her wrist.
066.Rain.
067.Snow. --By Teh Dipstick
She couldn’t believe how comfortable he looked. Not when she was shivering like crazy, wrapping her arms around herself for more warmth.
The mad genius took a deep breath before letting out a content sigh. “Look at it, Shego. Isn’t it just lovely?”
“How can you not be freezing?”
“Simplicity itself. We’re scouting for a location to build my new lair, remember? The thought of my own, personal winter wonderland in which I can conduct my evil in peace warms my spirit… Also, union suit. Now who wants hot chocolate? Extra marshmallows!”
68.Lightning-By Charlotte C
Drakken stopped abruptly in the doorway of the lair. It was dark and candles burned everywhere. A fire crackled in the fireplace, and Shego was lying on a blanket in front of it. She was reading and had not heard him come in.
"Uh, Sh...Shego? What's going on here?" He asked, a hopeful note in his voice.
She rolled over and looked at him. "Lightning ran in on the generator. Power's out," she said flatly.
"Oh." It came out as more of a sigh than a word. "Guess I'll turn in, then."
She watched him walk away dejectedly.
"Hey, Dr. D.," she called. "Why not stay in here and read? It's too early for bed."
069.Thunder.
070.Storm.
071. Broken.-By Andy
"Okay, that was...interesting" wheezed Dr. Drakken.
"Tell me about it" agreed an equally winded Shego. "Didn't I tell you there were better options than just missionary in the dark?" She added with a gigglesnort.
"I really wasn't expecting that plasma explosion, Shego." He murmured with a slight smirk, ignoring Shego's comment.
"Look, that sometimes happens, when I...you know....hard, so get used to it. And don't get directly in front of the hands."
"Maybe I should stick to the missionary in the dark, then."
"Not a chance in hell, Blueboy."
As the two of them surveyed what was left of Drakken's bedroom, they both had similar thoughts.
Where are we going to get another big, round, red bed?
072.Fixed. -Dippy
There was a knock on the door.
“What?” he huffed.
She opened it slowly before inching her way inside. “Are you still mad?”
“Yes.”
“I fixed it.”
He looked up and turned around to face her. “You… fixed it?”
“Yes, with glue.” She pulled the “World’s Greatest Boss” coffee mug out from behind her back. He could see the cracks, but still, he’d be able to drink from it again.
He smiled a little and walked over to her.
“She’s sorry,” the six year old girl continued. “She doesn’t say it, but she is. Don‘t be mad.”
Drakken kneeled down and took the mug in his hand. His smile grew. Then he ruffled his daughter’s hair with the other. “Okay. Go tell your mother I’m not upset anymore.”
073.Light.
074.Dark. -Charlotte C
075.Shade.
076.Who?-By Alyssa
It played back in her head;
"I don't know who's helping Drakken. Me, Vacation!"
Kim Possible had been so convinced that it had been her... and why not? She was his "sidekick". So who then...
Who else?
Growling, she sat up. "Il colpo mancato? Dove lei va?"
"It's alright Midas. I'll be back... as soon as I find out something." Who Broke out Doctor Drakken? And why do I... She shook her head. Why is it bothering me?
She didn't dare question why she "cared".
077.What? -Sitchit
Boredom set in fast while waiting for a new plot. It was only reasonable that Shego create a few games to keep herself entertained - all of them at Drakken's expense, of course.
Making up slang was one of her favorites.
"Geez, Dr. D! You're straight off the verve curve today!"
"Oh that's nice, Shego. Real nice. Why don't you just go flip an ace, hmm?"
And if he decided to repeat any of the nonsense terms she said to him? Well, then that was just a bonus.
Later on when he came back, grinning from ear to ear, with Chinese takeout and a triple chocolate layer cake for them, she found herself beaming right back at him.
When she caught the slip-up and hurriedly wiped the smile from her face, he chuckled softly.
She couldn't help but think he had some games of his own.
078.Where?
079. When?-By Ninnik
The first time she agrees to work late, he doesn’t think much of it.
There’s an important project to finish. There’s overtime pay. End of story.
When he needs her to work on a Saturday, he’s mildly surprised when she agrees.
There’s some grumbling, and she demands a weekend bonus, but she says yes.
When she agrees to spend an entire weekend on a plan they both know is doomed and his synthodrones could’ve easily helped him with instead, and they spend more time bantering than actually working…that’s when he knows that things are not like they used to be.
080.Why?--By Ninnik
“We could’ve done this months ago if you’d only said yes the first time I asked you out—“Drakken began, gazing past the candlelight to where Shego was sitting, sipping at a glass of wine.
She only flashed one of those maddening, confidence-saturated smirks. ”You were a total dork. Foot in mouth and all. I wanted to see if you could do better, and I knew you weren’t going to stop trying.”
“But— but five months, Shego!”
“Hey, at least now I know you’re a keeper.”
Keeper. That comment surprised him, his heart swelling. “Really?”
“We’ll see.”
He groaned.
081.How?
082. If-Charlotte C
“If you were an animal, which one would you be?” the blue man behind the desk asked.
“That’s a stupid question,” said the green-skinned woman.
“This book says it’s 'useful in assessing the character of prospective employees',” he answered peevishly.
She raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Aren’t you hiring someone to steal stuff and beat people up?”
“Yes.”
She just stared at him.
He flipped through his book.
“Um – if you could reshape an elephant how would you….no?”
She rolled her eyes.
“Ah – here’s one!” He said brightly. “If you could have one superpower, what would it be?”
The corner of her mouth curved up. “I kinda like this one,” she said, as green flames shot from her hand and incinerated the book.
“When can you start?” he asked.
083.And.-By Ninnik
Shego prided herself on being honest.
She didn’t do sugarcoating.
“Hah! You actually think you’re gonna beat us, don’t you, Princess?”
And I wish you weren’t right every single time!
“Congratulations, Dr. D. You win the ‘Dumbest Plan Ever’ award.”
And I can’t think of anything better.
“Date? Us? No way. That’s Twilight Zone material, Doc.”
And ask me again later.
“Dr. D, this date stinks! I mean— karaoke in Vegas? Your outfit looks like you just mugged Liberace!”
And I’ll kill you if you don’t kiss me tonight.
Of course, that didn’t mean she always told the whole truth.
084.He.
085.She.
086.Choices. -Charlotte C
She could go away for a long weekend – tell him she was going to the spa – and make it disappear.
But she didn’t want to.
She could leave – not tell him – raise it alone.
With anyone else, that’s probably what she would do.
But not him. She had to tell him, even though she wasn’t sure how he would react.
“It’s not always one hundred percent effective and, well…” she faltered, refusing to look at him. She picked at her nails, gazing out the window. All he could see was a curtain of hair.
He took out a pen and paper and started writing something. When he finished, he slid the paper toward her.
She read:
Indoor or Outdoor?
Buffet or Sit Down Dinner?
Band or DJ?
Yes or No?
She felt a tear slide down her cheek and a disturbingly warm fuzzy feeling in her chest.
Must be hormones, she thought, as she whispered "Yes".
087.Life. -Andy
"NNGGH! This game is stupid!" groused the blue Doctor of Evil as he fiddled with his fake money and playing cards.
"I can't say I disagree, Mario, but since it's your fault we're both stuck here, let's just make the best of it, okay? Besides, this is still better than karaoke." Shego was kind enough not to further needle the Doc about the spectacular hovercar crash that had broken one of his arms and one of her legs after he'd crashed it while testing some 'new modifications' he'd made.
"Nnngh! Whatever! Just play."
"Oh, look Dr. D! You just had a boy! And he's blue just like you, how cute!" mocked Shego with false sweetness as she stuck a peg into Drakken's little plastic minivan.
"Oooh...just when I thought I couldn't hate this stupid game any more..." Drakken looked like he was ready to spit.
"What's the matter, Dr. D? Don't like kids? Planning on having some of your own, someday, hmmm?" Shego just loved to tease.
Drakken paled. "Uh...er...well, maybe in the future...if I meet the right lady of course, and mother approves of her, and if I can let my career take a back seat to a family and...er...um..." he tugged at his collar and seemed to be sweating.
Shego was a bit taken aback by Dr. D's sudden change in attitude. "Easy there, Dr. D. Just play the game." She decided to lighten the mood a little. "Besides, where are you going to find a girl who wants to marry and start a family with you?"
"I could ask you the same thing, Ms. Attitude!" Drakken retorted as he seemed to find his bearings. "When you shop for a husband you'll have to look in the 'masochists' section!"
Shego ignored him. "Oh, look! You just had a girl! Oooh, pink! Maybe she's DNAmy's!"
"NNNNNGH!! I hate this game!"
088.School. -Alyssa
Kim quickly shuffled through the mail, mindlessly separating the contents into piles. Bills, Bills, Junk, Ron, Me.... A light blue envelope caught her eye and upon seeing who it was from she quickly set down the rest of the messages to open it.
"Kim! Shauna brought another snake into the house... Kim?" Upon seeing tears streaming down his wife's cheeks Ron made his tone softer, genuinely concerned. "Kim, what is it?"
Kim laughed. "We're invited to a graduation party." Wiping away the tears, she held up the invitation. The card included the invitation itself, the date, and a picture of OFFICIALLY Doctor Drakken in graduation garb holding his diploma, Shego hugging him for dear life both smiling.
089.Work.
090.Home.-By Ninnik
Drakken looked up. “What happened to you?”
Shego grimaced, pushing her wet hair aside, her feet leaving muddy tracks behind her.
“What didn’t happen to me? Did you know they had lasers there? And ninjas? And I had to jump in the river to get away—“
Before he knew it, she’d breached his personal space, leaning heavily against his shoulder.
“Um, Shego—“
“Make me tea.”She groaned, exhausted.
Drakken scoffed. “What am I, a butler?”
“Tea. Now.”
In the silence that followed, he felt her hair slowly dampening his coat.
Drakken sighed. “Let’s get you some clean clothes first.”
091.Birthday.-By Ninnik
”I quit! You ignored me all week, my paycheck’s late, you didn’t tell me we’re changing lairs-- and now you’ve forgotten my birthday?”
No gifts; he hadn’t even congratulated her.
Drakken struggled to explain, spluttering. She glared mercilessly, an unfamiliar, wounded look about her.
He couldn’t tell her why he’d really been so preoccupied lately—
But maybe…he could show her.
With an adrenaline-fueled, ridiculously bold move.
She gaped at him when their lips parted. He released her, panting.
“Didn’t mean to forget.”
She stared until he squirmed.
“Sh-Shego?”
“Let’s go shopping.”
“What?”
Shego laughed. “It’s called a second chance, Doc.”
92.Christmas-By Charlotte C
"Alright, Shego, what's going on?" Kim Possible demanded.
"Kim Possible!" shouted two excited figures in red jumpsuits. "Hey, sis, you didn't tell us you invited her!"
"I didn't invite her," snarled Shego.
"Cookie?" Mama Lipsky offered. Ron took three.
Kim was confused. She had gotten a tip that Drakken was using massive amounts of electricity, but this looked like -
"So, you crashing our family Christmas party for a reason?" Shego snapped.
"But...what about the huge power drain?" Kim asked feebly.
"You'll have to ask Clark W. Griswold about that," Shego answered.
Just then Drakken walked out of the lair carrying fifteen extension cords.
"At last! My plan is complete!" He ranted, plugging in the cords and illuminating the lair with millions of twinkling lights.
093. Thanksgiving.-By Andy
The ex-mad scientist turned mad chef was having a glorious time.
"SHEGO! BEHOLD! With my new invention, the PoultrySizzle 5000, this will be THE GREATEST FRIED THANKSGIVING TURKEY EVER! " crowed the blue man before throwing his hands in the air and letting loose his trademark villain laugh.
"Uh yeah, Dr. D. Listen, I'm all about the villainous flair, even if we aren't really villains anymore. But the pink apron that says 'Kiss the Cook?' So not working with the evil laugh."
"But Shego..."
094.Independence.
.095 - New Year.-By Andy
Pounding headache.
Cotton mouth.
Churning stomach.
Wobbly legs.
Shego had it all. And now she had to get to the bathroom. Quickly. No easy feat in this kind of condition.
As she staggered off to the bathroom, she absently knocked some confetti and ribbon out of her hair and off of her clothing.
As she crashed through the door, she barely noticed the pair of henchmen asleep in the bathtub (both clutching bottles of Tennessee's finest) before she found herself violently paying tribute to the porcelain gods.
As she was ralphing, she became aware that somebody was pulling her rather substantial mane of hair back and out of the path of last night's food and alcohol consumption. As the first round came to a close, she looked up to see who it was.
Looking down on her was a bulky blue man with bigger-than-usual dark circles under his eyes, his shirt on backwards, and wild, unkempt sleep-hair capped off by an obnoxious party hat. He gave her a small, reassuring smile and had a look of quiet concern in his eyes. She returned the small smile.
"Thanks, Dr. D"
His only response was a quiet 'mmhmm' before the next round began and Shego once again found herself making a call on the big white phone.
096.Writer‘s Choice. IDIOSYNCRASIES-By Ninnik
“I hate being stuck in traffic.”
“We’re stuck here because somebody didn’t remember to install the rocket engines and wings on this stupid van like they were supposed to!”
A strained, sulky silence; Drakken refused to admit that she was right.
Another minute went by as they waited for the line of cars to budge. Then Shego heard a low but nevertheless annoying sound starting up.
“Dr. D! You’re humming! Again!”
“I’m bored! I can’t help it!”
Shego grunted irritably, looking out the window.
Silence; then—
“Stop drumming your fingers on the wheel, Shego! You know it drives me nuts!”
097.Writer‘s Choice. MUTUAL-By Ninnik
These dead time periods after a failed scheme always made them sullen and introspective.
They were not only re-evaluating their recent failures, but their entire lives.
A sidekick and a screwball scientist who were regularly defeated by two snotty teens and a creepy pet.
How did she end up there?
To make matters worse, she’d actually fallen in love with the screwball scientist.
I hate my life, she thought.
“I hate my life,” he muttered.
She grinned; soon, she was laughing without knowing why.
He stared at her. Smiling, she leaned into him.
Eventually, he put his arm around her.
098.Writer‘s Choice. ANGER-By Teh Dipstick
There was a big difference between the usual fits he’d throw when annoyed and how he acted when he was seriously angry. It didn’t happen often, but when it did she knew the smartest thing was to keep her mouth closed.
She still remembered how he’d grabbed her wrist. Not hard enough to hurt her, but rough handed enough to show he was upset and didn’t want her touching him.
His voice had been firm and cold as he’d uttered “I want my body!”
Firm and cold enough to sca
Drabbles are soooo unfair. They're great, but so short. (I shouldn't complain, I've written that sort of thing before.) That's why you need to finish the other 98! (The list looks very interesting!)
