Kim Possible Porn Story: Power Tower – Chapter 1

Power
Tower

Shego
really, really, really hated that store.

She
also really, really, really hated that she happened to live above it,
meaning shed have to walk by it whenever she wanted to leave her
apartment building.

Damn
wedding store, she muttered as she stomped by it, glaring at the
sparkling white dress in the window and the flowery display
surrounding it. You know, she said, talking to the dress as if
it were a person, whites such a stupid color. Nobody looks good
in white. I mean, way to make the fat, pale girls feel like freaks.

Then
she realized not only was she talking to an inanimate object, but she
was actually sticking up for fat girls – technically, she could get
away with sticking up for pale girls because she was one. But
fat girls? That was inexcusable. Shego growled, and kept stomping
down the street and into a dingy cafe, muttering death threats
towards the wedding shop.

If
only her green power, the one thing left over from her Team Go days
that was actually useful, could burn buildings like real fire
could. But no, only when she really focused could she actually burn
anything, and then she could only burn up small, easily flammable
objects, like paper…

And
that made it all worse, because it made her think of the one time she
managed to incinerate a piece of paper. Wow, first she gets a car
and follows me everywhere, Shego groaned, remembering back to when
Kim Possible first got that tricked-out purple vehicle of death, and
now shes in my brain. She really is like bacteria.

Um,
can I help you?

Shego
glared down at a diminutive freckled boy, once again angry at her
promise to Doctor Drakken. Yes, she spat, heres some
money. Gimme coffee. Now.

The
boy scurried to work the cash register, and Shego tapped her recently
manicured, black-lacquered nails on the counter impatiently. She
needed caffeine.

Did
that boy hear her? She needed –

Oh,
there it was. Shego didnt say anything, she just snapped up the
steaming beverage, gulped down as much as she could before she
couldnt feel her tongue, and then stomped out of the small,
independent coffee shop.

Well,
she did have a burnt tongue and the coffee was really
crappy, but at least she wasnt putting anymore money into the
hands of Starbucks. If she couldnt steal from the Starbucks
empire, then the least she could do was never actually buy coffee
from them, no matter how much better their coffee was than the lowly
little independent cafe near her apartment.

Then,
to make matters worse, she actually had to go to work.

I
love kids, she muttered as she continued to stomp her way down the
city block to the high school where she worked. I love kids,
theyre easy to scare and an easy source of income, and I have
enough stashed away that my crappy teachers salary doesnt hurt
me in the long run.

She
finally arrived, threw her coffee cup in the trash, and stomped up
the stairs to her classroom.

Friday.

Thank
God it was Friday…

And
she had a pop quiz.

Life
was –

Ah,
screw it.

Life
sucked.

—

Remember,
your term papers are due on Monday! Shego snarled as her last
class of the day fled her room. She couldnt help but grin – ever
since she started working there, her infamous term papers became the
talk of the senior class. Even better that she assigned two during
the seniors second semester, when they thought they were free from
the tyranny of work.

As
she packed up and left the classroom, a tall man with a sharp style
and staggering sense of wit opened another classroom door. He
grinned, and she nodded back. Hey, Sharon, he said smoothly,
flashing the same smile he used on all his female students when he
needed their attention. You doing anything this weekend?

Shego
forced a smile. She hated that alias – Sharon Go. What had she
been on when she put that name on the application?

Probably
the same thing shed been on when she actually finished her degree
in child development and got her teaching credentials. Sure, nobody
would suspect one of the best criminals in the world to be a
credentialed teacher…but ugh. Not exactly the most enjoyable job
ever created.

Yeah,
Shego replied in as sickly sweet a voice she could. Im going to
go out to dinner with my amazing boyfriend, who just so happens to be
really rich, really smart, and really good in bed. And hes
going to propose tonight!

The
other teachers smile faltered. You know, you could just say
no.

Oh,
but this ways wa-a-a-a-aaaay more fun, Shego said, walking
away. Later.

She
almost wanted to say yes, just to remember what it was like to go on
a date with a normal guy, but then she realized shed probably have
to eventually have sex with one of her coworkers.

And
after hearing some of her students whisper about how hot that
particular teacher was, she really didnt want to do that. Hearing
your students whisper things about someone in your dating pool really
killed their sex appeal, even if they did have ten times the body and
social skills as the last person you did anything vaguely romantic
with.

Shego
had to shudder at that. Looking back on it, months later, trying out
a relationship with Doctor Drakken had been anything but a good
thing.

And
she knew just who to blame for it.

Little
Miss Priss.

Cupcake.

Princess.

Kimmie.

Kim
Possible.

Shego
didnt really understand why things turned into what they had –
although she knew where it started.

The
power tower – the night of little Kimmies junior prom.

Yeah,
so on the outside, it was just another one of Drakkens stupid
plots to take over the world, this time with cute little toys from
Bueno Nacho.

If
there was one thing shed give Drakken, it wouldve been his
sense of creativity – not any sort of intelligence. After all, it
took him years to
figure out that if he took out the countdown out of his launching
sequences, he wouldnt give Kim (or her sidekick, on a bad day)
enough time to stop the machine before it even left the ground.

But
back to the Bueno Nacho thing.

Shego
sighed. Her little Kimmie was so creepy
that night. First she slammed Shego into that power tower – which
crumbled on top of
her, nearly crushing her to death on top of electrocuting her – and
then she had to go and smile.

Then,
to top it all off, she started going out with her sidekick while
Shego (and the rest of Doctor Drakkens crew) had to rot in prison
for the summer.

Shego
didnt think the power tower really changed her – not really. But
that night made things…different, after that.

For
one thing, Kimmie and her little sidekick were always so lovey-dovey
during their encounters. It got pretty annoying after awhile.

And
then there was the whole Miss Go thing. Shego shuddered whenever she
thought about it. Not her
proudest week…

Like
that Barkin guy.

What
was she thinking?

Not
gonna think about that, Shego told herself, then realized she was
back in front of the wedding shop, staring at the white dress in the
window. Not gonna think about you, either.

Which,
in and of itself, proved another reason why the wedding shop was pure
evil: it made her talk to inanimate objects. Repeatedly.

Once
she got back up to her apartment, she flung off her shoes and
collapsed on her couch, faced with yet another Friday night with
nothing to do.

She
growled and stood up, pacing around her apartment and trying to
figure it out.

Of
course it was Kimmies fault – everything
was Kimmies fault. Shego taught Advanced Placement English
Literature, after all. She knew all her literary terms (and tested
the crap out of her students on them), and she knew that if they were
a book, shed be the foil for Kimmie.

Or,
depending on the point of view, Kimmie would be the foil for her. The
character with so many similar traits, but just enough difference to
provide perspective.

Shego
growled, igniting her hands and throwing a fistful of green fire at a
scarred dartboard on her wall. Shed been doing that a lot,
lately…but it was all so frustrating.

After
a year of teaching, she almost wanted to go back to being on Team Go
(but that would completely obliterate what little reputation she had
left; not to mention the fact that being within ten feet of her
brothers made her want to claw her own eyes out).

I
could totally call up someone, she muttered, flopping back down on
the couch, picking up a pillow, and throwing it across the room.
Professor Dementor would probably pay much better than Doctor D,
even though hes twice as annoying. Or maybe Monkey Fist – he
seemed somewhat competent every now and then…if he ever shows up
again. She paused. Ugh, but then Id have to deal with monkey
fur on my clothes…

Actually,
Drakken had been a pretty good employer. Not only did he pay well and
on time, but he gave her both vacation time (generally uninterrupted,
too) and plenty of
easy targets for her sarcasm. And she did love sarcasm.

But
then things got weird…

Kimmies
fault, she said to her ceiling. Aaaaaall Kimmies fault.

Except,
technically, that was the fault of those nine-foot-tall aliens that
decided to abduct Drakken and – wow, what a coincidence – Kim
Possible.

So
yes, it really was Kimmies fault.

Then
her very own Doctor D saved the world. They were celebrated in front
of the United Nations, they were pardoned from all their crimes, they
were given a brand new start…

And,
for some strange reason, Drakken wanted
that brand new start.

I
dont know, Shego, hed said a few weeks after little Kimmies
high school graduation. I didnt ever think it would happen, but
my plan to save the world worked. On the first try! And nobody tried
to stop me!

Then
he decided to…do that.

Save
the world.

Doctor
Drakken. Saving the world.

Apparently,
he was tired of a teenager foiling his plans. If he tried to gain
power by saving the
world, hed be practically guaranteed that Kim Possible wouldnt
stand in his way. In fact, she helped, on occasion.

Shego
blamed that flower on his head. She knew plants that grew out of
people were no good. (Those plants made her very own Doctor Drakken
stop trying to brainwash people and start trying to save
the goddamn rainforests.)

Plus,
having a sentient plant growing out of his body sure made sex awkward
between them…

Ugh,
dont think about that, dont think about that, she told
herself, smacking her forehead. Get out of head, get out of
head…

But
that made her think of something else
that happened in the time since the power tower fell on her.

Something
else that happened…twice.

Twice.

Twice
she saved Kims life.

Shego
growled, slamming her head into another couch cushion. Why did those
two moments keep coming back to haunt her? But there they were,
running like a movie in her mind:

Doctor
Drakken, possessed by an evil pirate captain, about to shoot Kimmie
with a glowing blue sword…

That
alien woman, Whats-Her-Face, about to crush Kimmie with her weird
staff-thing…

And
both times, she shoved them out of the way, declaring that Kim was
hers and hers alone to destroy.

But
then…why didnt she? Shed had Kim by the throat (or some
equivalent) so many times before…although, now that she thought
about it, those instances in which she truly had Kim Possibles
life in her hands were few and far between after the power tower
fell…

Shego
growled. Why was she thinking about this? Again? Get
out of my head, you little bacteria woman!

If
only she hadnt promised Doctor Drakken that shed stop being
evil. If only she hadnt clung to him out of desperation, since
hey, if the little teenagers could find true love, why couldnt
she? If only Drakken…

If
only he was younger.
And less awkward. And
more evil.

Because,
quite frankly, it really freaked Shego out to think that shed
slept with a guy almost twice her age, especially since Drakken was
about to turn fifty, and she was still in her twenties.

June-December
romance. Shego shuddered. Why
had she thought that was a good idea, again?

Oh,
right.

Kimmie.

And
her stupid idea that she and Drakken had a thing.

There
was no thing! Shed said there was no thing!

But
then the stupid nine feet tall aliens said she was in denial and
wouldnt believe her. Stupid aliens, agreeing with Kimmie. She
hated them, too.

I
guess Kimmies the only one who gets a little happiness around
here, Shego grumbled, standing up. No matter what, things only got
worse if she sat still, but if she couldnt go out and steal
something…then what was the point? Ugh, I need to beat someone
up.

Shed
considered vigilante justice in the past, if not just for the street
violence aspect of it, but the thought of being like a masked Kim
Possible made her stomach churn.

She
was Kimmies foil, not her big sister.

But
she couldnt think about that
either, because big sister made her think of what she overheard
Kim tell her little boyfriend back when Shego was under the influence
of the Attitudinator:

Shes
like a big sister!

AAAARGH!
Shego threw another fistful of fire at her dartboard.
AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!

—

Seconds
later, Shego found herself stomping down her apartment stairs. She
didnt know where she was going, but she needed to get out.
Maybe fresh air would help…

It
didnt the last twenty times she thought it would, but hey,
twenty-first times a charm.

Or
something.

Shego
didnt know.

She
just wanted to kill something, though she promised Drakken she
wouldnt, and for some goddamn reason, she wanted to keep that
promise. It was Kimmies fault. If nothing else, she could always
blame everything on –

Kimmie.

The
woman in question turned around, taking her gaze off the wedding shop
window (oh, how Shego rued the day she decided to rent an apartment
above a wedding shop). As soon as Kim saw Shego, she tensed up, her
green eyes narrowing. Shego, she said curtly. Havent seen
you in awhile.

Yeah,
well, you know, been so busy stealing, havent had time to stop by
and chat, Shego drawled with a wry smile.

Kim
raised an eyebrow. Um, you havent been stealing. Wade would
have –

Has
it ever occurred to you, Princess, that Ive gotten so good at it
that your little nerdlinger cant trace what I steal?

That
doesnt even make sense, the younger woman replied with a
knowing smile. Id hear about the missing stuff. Face it, Shego,
youre lying. You just dont have it in you anymore.

Shego
growled, crossing her arms and looking away. Like you know. Hows
college, Kimmie? Its
been so long that Ive forgotten where you study.

Kim
grinned. Oxford.

Damn,
Shego thought. Princess had a brain. Aw, bet your little
boyfriends missing
you. Or have you found someone better? Or did he?

The
hero bristled. Ron and I are doing just fine,
thanks. How about Drakken?

Do.
Not. Bring. Up. Doctor. D.

Sorry,
just did.

Shego
growled. You know, I could
slam you into that shop window and make you go to the hospital with
tons of glass shards sticking out of your skin.

Or
I could throw you into the lamppost behind you and give you a little
replay of that thing with the power tower and the Little Diablo
army, Kim shot back, pointing at the lamppost that Shego stood in
front of. Shego cursed herself inwardly at standing in front of
something that Kim could use as a weapon. She thought she had such a
good shot with the whole window-behind-Kimmie thing…

Why
are you here? Shego
snapped, dropping the banter. Cause if you dont get out of
my face in thirty seconds, Im going to smash yours in.

Kim
pointed behind here. Duh. Im here for the wedding store.

She
didnt know why, but Shegos blood suddenly seemed to curdle.
Say what?

Im
here. For. The wedding. Store, Kim said slowly, as if talking to a
child.

Doi,
I heard you the first time, cupcake. But why?

Why
else? Kim asked quizzically. Im getting married.

WHAT?

Kim
looked at her strangely. Ron asked me to marry him…and I said
yes…so were getting married.

Shego
just stared at her for a minute, lost for words. But arent you
way too young? Youre, like, twelve.

For
your information, Im twenty-one.

What
about Oxford?

Kim
shrugged. Its no big. Ill finish, then well get married.
You know, she smiled. So not the drama.

Shego
growled. She couldnt believe it – the teens were getting married?
Youre crazy, Kimmie.

Whatever.
Anyway, are we done with the small talk, or can I go look at wedding
dresses in peace?

You
cant use that
store, Shego said, glaring at the bane of her existence (behind
what used to hold that
title). Its so…tacky.

I
like it, Kim replied curtly. And looking at dresses in person
is more fun than online. Plus, I once saved the owners –

Yeah,
dont wanna hear it, Shego interrupted, holding up her hand.
How about I just walk away, and we pretend we never had this
conversation. Mmkay?

Kim
shrugged. Works for me. Oh – but you should know.

What?

Ron
and I are going to invite Drakken – you know, to the wedding? When it
happens? And, uh, if youre still not doing the whole stealing
thing when it rolls around…you know…I guess you can come, too.

Shegos
jaw dropped. What?

You.
Come. To my –

I
heard you the first time! Shego snapped, wanting more than
anything to incinerate Kimmie with her green fire. Dammit, why didnt
that stuff actually incinerate anything?

Think
about it, okay? Kim asked as she went into the store. You and
Drakken did sort of bring Ron and me together as a couple. It would
kind of be fitting for you to be there.

Shego
waited until the door closed behind Kim before she stomped back to
the stairs to her apartment. She didnt need her to know where she
lived on top of everything else.

—

DAMMIT,
DAMMIT, DAMMIT! Shego shrieked, throwing fire at the dartboard
each time. GGGGRRRRRRAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!

Her
flames crashed onto the board, ripping it in two. It gave Shego an
odd sort of satisfaction to see the board in pieces, but it didnt
completely help the overwhelming sense of frustration knotted up
inside her.

She
sank down onto the couch, pulling at her hair and growling like a
hungry, pissed-off carnivore. If there was ever
a time she wished she hadnt saved Kimmie those two times or become
her friend when Electronique hit her with the Attitudinator or helped
her and Ron and Drakken save the world or that she and Drakken had
actually worked out…

She
threw the only cushion left on the couch at the wall. It didnt
help.

Seeing
Kim there at the wedding shop – dammit, why did it have to be that
wedding shop? – that was just…

Ugggh,
Kimmie, you little… Shego didnt even know the right word for
it. Bitch…worm…bacteria…thing.

Yeah.
Bitch-worm-bacteria-thing. Reeeeeeeeal creative.

Sinking
back into the couch, Shego stared up a the white, painted ceiling. A
bit of the paint was starting to crack and peel. I hate this
stupid apartment, she muttered. Stupid apartment. Stupid
wedding shop.
Stupid…stupid Kimmie.

She
sighed again, putting a hand over her eyes, suddenly remembering the
power tower incident.

You
know what I really hate?

That
your boyfriend just melted?

Nah…you!

It
caught Shego more off-guard than she thought it would, and then she
had bigger things to worry about: namely, Kim Possibles
super-powered kick sending her into the power tower…

Then
it hit her.

The
reason why shed been so frustrated. The reason why, ever since the
power tower, she felt so differently about…everything.

Because
it wasnt the power tower. All the power tower did to her was throw
her in the hospital for a little bit – so not the drama, as she
would say. Shego had been in the
hospital before.

No,
it wasnt the power tower.

It
was everything else
that happened along with it.

It
was…Kimmie. And Stoppable. Together.

Shego
growled again, but the fight seemed to have gone out of her throat.
Maybe it was Drakkens fault, too – despite the vacations and the
pay and the allowances for frequent spa trips, she really did never
have a social life. Maybe that was why it took her so long to realize
what else happened the
night the power tower fell on top of her.

Jealousy.
That was it. Dammit, why didnt she notice it sooner? But that
wouldnt have helped, because it only applied when Kim realized the
same thing…but for Ron.

Kimmie,
you really are the nastiest little cheerleader hero saving-the-world
little brat, you know? Shego muttered. Probably straighter than
an arrow, too. Wow, this is just wonnnderful.

Because
on top of everything,
now Shego had to realize that she didnt just want to have
destroying Kimmie all to herself. No, no. Now she realized she wanted
Kimmie to herself.

If
she lived in a perfect world, she would have raced down to the
wedding store and told Kim that she loved her (or whatever it was
people used – like, have feelings for, adore, am
romantically attracted to – except that last one sounded too much
like Doctor Drakken, King of Awkwardsville). Then Kim would have
called off the engagement, thrown herself into Shegos arms, and
they would have had a happily ever after.

But
no. The world wasnt perfect. In fact, the world was so not
perfect that not only was Kim
marrying her sidekick, but inviting Shego to the wedding so she could
rub it in her face.

Shego
groaned.

Life
just wasnt worth living.

There
was just one thing to do…end it all.

Shego
stood up, walked across the room, and picked up her cell phone. One
painful dial later: Hey, Hego. You still need a fifth member?

—

Disclaimer:
I dont own Kim Possible, and Im writing this for my own
enjoyment, not for profit.

Authors
Note: I kind of figured Shego would view rejoining Team Go as a fate
worse than death, anyway. Oh, and I also figured out while writing
this that Shegos dialogue is really hard to write. I apologize if
I butchered this. It was my first time writing anything in the KP
world, and I picked probably the most difficult character to write
about. (Not that Kim or the Kim/Shego banter was any better.) I just
watched the fourth season for the first time and became a Kigo fan,
so…I wrote this. There is a story that could potentially come
later, but I dont know if I have the time to write it, so itll
just stay like this for awhile. Leave a review and tell me what you
thought!