Kim Possible Porn Story: His Honor The Mayor Drew Lipsky Chapter 25

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Kim’s biggest Christmas present was on four wheels. It even had four-wheel drive. What it didn’t have was…

Snow tires, Kimmiecub, sorry! Her Father rubbed the back of his neck, partially from embarrassment, and partly due to Kim’s exuberant reaction when she saw the car. We actually designed some ‘smart’ tires, just for this car, able to adapt to all sorts of conditions…

And what happened to them? Ron asked. To be honest, Kim might not have been paying too much attention to her father’s words as she ran her hands over the car, as if to prove to herself it was real.

Oh, the Government found out about them and had them labeled a ‘Top Secret’ project. He shook his head slowly as he spoke.

That happen a lot? Ron asked curiously.

More then you can imagine! Now, Kimmiecub, I.. His words this time broke Kim’s concentration on the car. She spun around and threw herself at him again, standing on tiptoe to fling her arms around his neck and kiss him again on the cheek. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, it’s Beautiful, Dad!

Hey! We helped too! Jim exclaimed. He, his brother, Anne and Nana stood in the doorway leading from the house to the garage. Tim nodded emphatically in agreement. But when Kim turned towards them and actually seemed about to sweep them up in an embrace, looks of panic bloomed, and the pair retreated hastily into the house with yelps of alarm.

Annoyed at their flight, Kim yelled after them. Tweebs!….Thank You! Then she returned her attention to the car. Muttering on Ron’s part distracted her momentarily, something about not expecting purple, having to change the color, or something. Presuming he was in story-mode again, Kim ignored him and stepped up to the car. Hesitating only momentarily, she abruptly opened the door and slid into the driver’s seat, and began checking everything out.

The three adults and Ron moved closer to the vehicle. Wow! It has a HUD! Kim exclaimed. James winced. Um, Kimmicub, the systems that was for were not installed in the final model, we kinda overdid things at the Space Center trying to make it special for you, and had to cut back. Or, have you making five miles per tank of gas, or having to tow a separate trailer with another power source in it.

Kim grinned and rolled her eyes, then frowned in puzzlement. Something is missing, though!

Now James frowned and leaned down to look through the driver’s window. What, Sweetheart?

Kim grinned mischievously, Why, someone in the passenger seat, duh!

The race for comprehension was clearly won by Anne and Nana, with James a few seconds behind. Ron finished a poor fourth, but his mind was distracted by other things. Then his eyes popped wide. Oh! Right! On it, KP! He dashed around to the passenger side, stopping only to prevent some tools he brushed against from hitting the floor, then got in the car, and buckled up. Now what? He asked Kim.

She looked at him with a hint of the devil in her eyes. Oh, just wanted to make sure the vehicle was properly balanced, and… she buckled her own seatbelt, Make sure we could safely do this… And she leaned over and planted a major toe-curler on Ron’s lips. James Possible found something else to look at, while his wife and his mother exchanged knowing glances.

When Ron was able to think coherently again, by his standards, Kim gave him a bigger smile, then looked around the car with a slight frown. Hmmm, since this isn’t a standard model, we need a name for it! She gave Ron a warning look. And nobody had better suggest ‘KimMobile!’

Ron grinned. Not a chance, KP! Then he became a bit more serious. “Actually, though, I already have a name for it. Since we’re starting with an SL Roth, I thought…

James, unaware that the PDA had ceased, was studying the ceiling, noting some cobwebs, when Kim’s startled What! made him jump. He couldn’t follow the rest of the conversation within the car, but it eventually ended with another kiss, though more in the line of a quick peck this time. Then the two teens climbed out of the car, and Kim gave her father another hug. I’m sooo happy to finally have a car of my own! Now I just need weather I can safely drive it in!

You deserve it, Kimmicub! Just be sure to drive safely, and your curfew is still the same! He added the last part sternly, causing Kim to roll her eyes. Yes, Dad!

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The Orphans’ Christmas Party in Go City went off smoothly enough, though Shego knew that if Hego had wondered aloud why Santa had a Scottish accent one more time, he’d have replaced the angel at the apex of the Christmas tree. Afterwards, after verifying some information she’d paid well for, it was time for those two days off…

I cannot believe I let you talk me into all this! Bernadette Barr groused.

Shego rolled her eyes. That’s four times you’ve said that, ya know! And again, I didn’t put a gun to your head, nor have I seen you packing up and fleeing, if you’re so upset! So, just lie back and enjoy the sunshine, and think what it’s like in Middleton. Last time I checked, they had two inches of snow, and were in the teens!

Bernie remained surly as she replied, I know, but the problem is I’m getting a little too much sunshine! Her eyes swept the beach, which held a decent crowd, all adults. It’s main features were seclusion, and an almost total absence of swimwear. There were a few exceptions, suits being optional, but most of those were the older sun worshipers.

Yeah, on that point, don’t forget to turn over, don’t want an uneven tan, there. Shego remarked as she adjusted her sunglasses.

Same back at you. Bernie replied, even as she did turn over on her stomach. The sense of reduced vulnerability made her wonder why she hadn’t done so, earlier.

Shego snorted. Doesn’t apply to me, Bernie, I don’t tan, side effect of my powers.

Bernie propped her head on one elbow, studying the thief. Oh, really? Have you checked your complexion lately?

Huh? Shego pushed her glasses up on her forehead, then looked at her forearm, turning it this way and that. What the— There was definitely some darkening of the skin, back to the shade she barely remembered from before she got her powers. The green tint had been fading ever since her powers had ‘smoothed out’, but this was new. I’ll be damned! I guess there’s some changes going on—wait a moment! Why didn’t you say anything earlier? I mean, how long have you noticed? I’ll have an uneven tan now! She promptly flipped over on her own belly.

Actually, I didn’t know you didn’t know, Shego. Bernie replied, then winced. Try saying that three times fast! Um, so why do you think this is happening?

Shego shrugged, running her fingers across her forearms. Wonder if I burn now, too? Keep an eye on me, see if I start to. Better find out now, rather then later. No idea what’s going on. When I got my powers, all the changes occurred practically instantly, something more gradual is happening now.

That was the end of conversation for a while. Shego kept a watch on the beach while appearing to do so nonchalantly. But it was Bernie that spotted what the thief was waiting for. There’s the type of guy who makes me want to cover up! She commented acidly.

Shego looked the same direction she was, and couldn’t help a predatory smirk that popped up on her lips. A skinny man with sandy hair and a small goatee had just arrived on the beach. He was definitely exercising the ‘option’, and Shego was glad of it. In fact, he was wearing knee-length baggy shorts as he settled down in a beach lounger about forty feet away. His blond companion, however, went au naturel, and had no reason to be shy, except…

Nature did not produce that girl! Bernie observed.

Ya think? Shego quipped. The blond probably had some natural attributes, but it was unlikely anyone would pay any attention to them under these circumstances.

Bet this guy isn’t even going to be subtle about the fact he’s just here to ogle naked women. Bernie continued sourly. She shifted her beach bag to a position that blocked the man’s line of sight to her backside, and settled down again.

Shego on the other hand kept an eye on the man, waiting for an opportunity. Twenty minutes later, it came. The blond suddenly decided to go visit the beach bar. Rising to her feet, she trotted away. Shego snorted. Imagine, somewhere there’s a seismograph registering all that movement!

Taking an quick look at Bernie, who seemed to be dozing, and showed no sign of a sunburn starting, Shego rose and headed towards the man. If it bothered her that she was about to talk to someone she knew while wearing just a pair of sunglasses, it didn’t show. A smirk crossed her face as she came up on him unnoticed, as he studied a pair of young women huddled together on a nearby beach blanket, whispering to each other and getting a little intimate.

Hey Myron. Shego addressed him. His head snapped up, blinking in surprise. Um, Myron? Oh, do I know you? He replied uncertainly. Then his eyes started to wander, and he added, Or have I known you? He waggled his eyebrows behind his shades.

Shego’s jaw dropped in shock, as her eyes blinked rapidly. Then she shook her head violently, and she looked at her own hands. What! No green, and a tan, and the twerp doesn’t recognize me? Why that… Myron wasn’t making eye contact at all. Shego shoved her glasses up to reveal her emerald eyes, and snapped, Myron! Eyes here! She indicated her own eyes with two fingers, then sheathed her right hand with green plasma as he looked up, before extinguishing it to avoid drawing attention.

Myron’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, and so much blood ran out of his face Shego was afraid he’d faint, if not have a stroke. ShShShego? He stammered. Whwhat are yyou ddoing here?

Shego’s smirk returned as she dropped to a crouch, but turned slightly to avoid giving Myron too good a view. Wanted to ask you a few questions, Myron. The first of which is, what’s a nice married guy like you, with such a formidable hausfrau at home, and I’m not referring to the Professor’s odd wardrobe choices, doing running around at the beach with Miss Silicone Gold? Aren’t you afraid of the wife finding out?

Myron blinked in confusion at the unexpected question. My wife? Then for just a second Shego was sure she caught something that would have been the last thing that should have been on Myron’s face. Just a hint of a smirk, then his face contorted, his eyes widened, and he spoke in a trembling voice, Yyou wouldn’t tell her, would you?

Shego had put her glasses back down, which she was glad of, since it hid the confusion, then suspicion, that her eyes would have expressed. Huh? I don’t know whether to be insulted or confused, that he’d think I’d fall for this fear act of his, or the fact that he’s only faking it! She sat down on the sand, and decided to go along with the act. Well, that depends on whether you can explain why D.I.C.K. is investing so much money in a certain part of Colorado.

Myron snickered. Sorry, but that still cracks me up! Even better, Prof D hasn’t figured it out yet! Shego’s eyes narrowed slightly at the ‘Prof D’, but she kept silent as Myron continued, I’m sorry… Then apparently realizing he wasn’t sounding sorry enough, he added a tremor to his voice, I–I mean, I’m sorry, but I can’t help you, I have no access to any info on the company’s current plans or projects. My only responsibility is keeping tabs on the Professor, so he doesn’t do anything to embarrass the company, while my wife is making a great success of running it!

Shego was only half listening to him, though she was registering it all. Her own thoughts were spinning around as she tried to make sense of his behavior. But she was aware enough to notice Myron’s blond friend turning away from the bar with two drinks in her hands. Myron, on the other hand, was showing a distinct lack of anxiety as he again scanned the beach, with an occasional sideways glance at Shego. After failing to come up with another question that she’d likely get a straight answer to, Shego rose to her feet, brushing sand off her backside.

Myron, She said casually, Unless you want your friend enjoying the beach while you enjoy the burn ward, get your eyes off my ass! A muffled Oww! as Myron snapped his head too violently to his right followed.

Shego smirked slightly and headed back to Bernie. The nurse still appeared to be dozing as Shego passed her and again lay down on her stomach, rested her head on her crossed arms, and closed her own eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun.

Bernie, in a similar position, opened her eyes again to study the strange man Shego had spoken to. Shego had failed to notice that Bernie’s bag had been moved. Going to have to crop the picture I took with my cellphone before I show it to Wade, Bernie thought, Hope I can get a decent image of that guy’s face without any naughty bits in the frame!

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And in conclusion, the Deputy Director’s physician claims that the trauma of his brother’s betrayal is so severe that he’s still incompetent to defend himself or his actions, unquote. Abby Hogan looked up from the report in her hands to study her boss’s face. They were in Betty’s office, going through the routine reports.

Would like me to name the species of mammal I believe that excrement originated from? Betty Director commented acidly. She picked up another report off her desktop, shook it once, and dropped it again. Thirty people, Abby! Thirty people from this facility, my command, knew about what was done to either Kim Possible, or Drew Lipsky, or both! She rose abruptly to her feet, and turned to look at the bank of monitors along one wall of her office. Rather then images taken from several worldwide news services, or from video coverage on ongoing operations, they currently displayed still images, mostly surveillance photos, that bothered Betty in some way. Some detail she was subconsciously picking up on was the usual cause. And usually, she’d spot it eventually.

Hope this isn’t going to have you doubting your command style, Betts. Abby commented, though she seriously doubted that was likely. She just wanted to keep Betty from getting moody.

Her boss gave her a sardonic look. Not likely! She began to pace in front of the screens, studying the images. Look, it’s how I do things. I know It generates some resentment, especially from some individuals who don’t think I’m ‘fair’ to them, or give them an even break, etcetera! But it really gripes me that that worm came in here and built his own little cadre from the ‘disaffected’!

He knew what to look for to build his own little power base here, Betts, it’s the way he operates! Too bad we didn’t hear something about his behavior at his previous commands, I wonder why none of his previous bosses warned us? She shook her head, then looked at Betty with a frown, Fred Lipsky apologize for dumping that guy on you with no warning? Abby asked curiously.

As much as he ever does. Betty replied neutrally. She was focusing on one picture, and Abby got up and came around the desk to get a look at it. That’s new. She commented. It was an image of Wilhelm Demenz, Professor Dementor in ‘civilian’ clothes. It was taken in an outdoor park, and showed the diminutive scientist entertaining his two nephews, aged 3 and 5. Abby scanned the picture, looking for anything out of place. Who are the two obvious security types in the back?

‘Obvious Security Types’, obviously! Betty replied, and smirked when Abby snorted. Seriously, corporate security from Demenz Industrial. Their mother has them covered at all times, even when they’re with their ‘Uncle Willi’. She frowned thoughtfully, Maybe especially when they’re with Dementor. Then she shrugged, turning away from the screens. Going to her desk, she pressed several keys on a small keypad, and the images changed to their normal views. Not sure what about that picture bothers me, but there’s something. She looked up at the clock. Forget that for now, let’s get some more work done before my appointment with Kim Possible.

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Anyway, it may not rank with ‘Saving the World’, Possible, but thanks for the rescue yesterday. Bonnie Rockwaller told Kim as she nibbled at her salad. Sitting next to her in the booth at Bueno Nacho, Monique nodded in agreement, but with her mouth full of Naco, thankfully added no verbal gratitude.

Kim grinned. No Big! Just glad Mom let me borrow her car to ride to the rescue! But really, was it that bad? She cast a glance to where Ron was leaning on the counter talking to Ned, who in turn was watching two new hires dealing with customers.

Both girls nodded emphatically. DDFH, Girlfriend! Monique managed as she swallowed. Double Date From Hell. Bonnie translated before Kim could try and figure it out.

Hmm. But shouldn’t that be DBDFH, guys? Kim asked archly. That caused a bit of squirming on the part of the other two. Then Bonnie shrugged. What can I say? We’re desperate!

Monique gave her a sharp look. I am NOT desperate!

Bonnie smirked, while Kim waved an admonishing finger at Monique. Indoor voice, Mon. Monique blushed and looked quickly around to see if anyone was paying attention, then went back to eating. Not desperate. She mumbled.

Desperate for someone to spend New Year’s Eve with, I should say. Bonnie clarified, now serious. Especially if we all attend the Barrs’ New Year’s Eve party. Then she looked at Kim curiously. Any invitations extended to your fam?

Kim nodded. To me and my parents. They want to go, surprisingly. As long as we find someone to guard..I mean watch, the Tweebs.

You mean guard. Bonnie replied flatly. And aren’t they old enough not to be babysat?

Kim rolled her eyes. ‘Guard’ and ‘Babysit’, two different things. Anyway, it’ll probably end up a trust issue. We trust them not to blow the house up, or not.

So you’re going? Monique asked, seeming to be a bit surprised.

Kim grinned and nodded. With Ron! This way, Mom and Dad won’t have to pack any whips, they’ll have me along if any bad guys come to call.

Both of the others rolled their eyes. Girlfriend, if it wasn’t for the fashion opportunity, you might almost make me decide not to go! Monique declared with mock severity. But, I can’t pass up a party with a ‘Roaring Twenties’ theme! I’m styling my own little ‘flapper’ number, just for the evening! And speaking of that, you have yours ready?

Kim bobbed her head, but had to chew and swallow a mouthful of salad before replying. Natch! And because of it’s design, I sincerely hope no bad guys do come, I can’t see myself doing any Kung Fu in it! She checked Ron again, but the boy showed no sign of ending his chat with Ned soon. Then she looked at Bonnie’s hair. You’ve got one advantage over me, Bonnie, you can style your hair in a twenties hairdo better then I can mine. Women generally wore it shorter then, to be in style.

And since when did you worry about style? Bonnie teased, then flung her hands up at Kim’s glower, which wasn’t intense enough to be real, Sorry! Seriously, have you ever thought of cutting yours? It seems like it might get in the way some times on your missions.

Kim nodded. Well, I usually tie it back with a scrunchie. Then Wade made a gadget that looks like a scrunchie that was so useful, I kept using it! So, I did think about it.

The possibility of a hair-pulling contest between you and Shego might have been a good motive, too. Monique observed.

Oh, no. We agreed early on, no hair-pulling! Kim responded emphatically, We were afraid we’d end up in the living equivalent of a Gordian Knot!

Monique snorted, then a thought struck her. Oh! Bonnie made some remark just before you saved us last night, about Ron teeing off the Lunch Lady at school?

Which time? Kim asked seriously, then snorted, The worst being the story he wrote about taking over the cooking in the cafeteria! She did NOT care for that tale at all, though it was a few weeks after he posted it that she found out about it! Still surprised she reads that kind of stuff… her voice trailed off as she noticed Bonnie looking uncomfortable. Then it clicked. Bonnie, you didn’t!

What? Bonnie bristled automatically, then grimaced and subsided. Hey, that was the week he gave my sisters another opportunity to make fun of me, remember?

Kim winced, and glanced at Ron, then nodded. Sorry, forgot about that! But he honestly didn’t know you’d invited your family to your recital! She paused, then continued apologetically, And I’m not sure that even if he did, he wouldn’t have played the prank. Back then…all of two years ago? Kim shook her head, Ron was still very…immature about those things. But most guys are, aren’t they? She asked with a shrug. Both girls nodded in solemn agreement.

Why did Ron play the prank? Monique asked curiously. Both of the other girls blinked, then frowned.

Was that the time you made fun of the lipstick I tried out? Kim asked Bonnie.

Bonnie thought, then shook her head. No, I think it was the time I told everyone about your unintentional ‘belly flop’ at Lake Middleton.

Kim shook her head. No, that was earlier! Maybe it was the time…

Whoa! Time out! Monique interrupted, Or better yet, forget I asked! When two people have so much history that they can’t keep it straight…never mind. Anyway, Kim, I do want to thank you for the save, I’m so glad I have someone like you to count on at times like that!

Okay, I need more four-one-one here! Kim replied, First, were they really that bad? And second, who set you two up on this blind date, anyway? As she said this, Kim’s eye caught something outside the restaurant. Betty Director, leaning on the hood of a black Jaguar on the edge of the parking lot. It didn’t take a lot of brains to figure out who she was waiting for…

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The last bit of business concerns a new source of income and employment. Drakken sat at the conference table once again, talking to his staff. Cow ‘N Chow has sold all it’s West Coast operations to a new company, ‘Bummer Burger’.

Bummer Burger? Jean Stoppable asked with raised eyebrows.

Yeah! Francis Lerman replied, Their motto is: ‘It’s a Bummer, Maaan, but it’s real beef!’, kinda catchy.

Try not to catch any of that yourself. Drakken deadpanned, then continued, As a result of this decision, Cow ‘N Chow has decided to relocate it’s main distribution center here to Middleton, or more precisely, along the southern boundary of the city, West of the railroad line.

Hmm. Gary Ridlock, the City Planner, mused, That would make it very convenient for the new business bypass around Lowerton’s business district.

We wouldn’t be getting all the employment opportunities ourselves, then. B. N. Counter, the City Comptroller, observed, Split between us and Lowerton.

Realistically, Belmont, Jean Stoppable replied, All large businesses in the Tri-City area are the same way, we don’t ban people from Lowerton from working in Middleton, or vice versa, etcetera, etcetera. The location is most convenient to the Interstate, so their trucks will have no problem. We’re thinking of asking for State funds to widen the highway there, to provide more exit lanes at the location.

Drakken felt his personal cellphone vibrate in his pocket. He let the others discuss matters while he checked the caller, nodded to himself, and then followed the rest of the discussion with a touch of impatience, which he actually hid quite well. When the meeting broke up, only Jean lingered to speak with him. So, Drew, did you have any influence on the board of directors at Cow ‘N Chow, regarding their decision to locate here?

I hope not, really! Drew replied, then smiled at her puzzled look. I’m a minority stockholder, really, and just mentioned it when I heard they were looking for sites. I mean, it’s not impossible they overreacted to the ‘suggestion’, but I sincerely hope they didn’t out of some idea I might be displeased if they didn’t, because I really want to only use that reputation where I most want to, my currently suspended criminal career. I mean, if that’s why they did it, I’m going to have to be careful what I say around those people, won’t I?

She nodded in response, but gave him a mildly suspicious look as she left. As soon as she was gone Drew had his phone out, hitting speed dial for Shego’s number. He didn’t give her a chance to speak first. Find anything out from Myron, Shego?

Oh, was that his name? Came a voice it took a moment for Drew to recognize as Bernadette Barr’s. He grimaced as the nurse continued, Shego’s in the bathroom, checking out some sunburn she got, I’ll get her.

Great move, Lipsky! Wait…Sunburn? Drakken heard voices faintly over the phone, barely making out ..just a random choice, huh? from Bernie, before Shego came on.

Smooth move, Doctor D! She commented waspishly.

Gnnnn! Shego, I’m not used to other people answering your phone, after all! The only other time was when you were in Greece that time, and the masseur answered because you were wrapped up at the time! Drew replied petulantly.

Shego snickered. And what image did that conjure up in your mind? Nevermind, down to business! Myron’s here, all right, with a well endowed blond companion. They flew in together, and are sharing a room together, so…unless she’s an unknown relative, I think we can safely say he’s stepping out on the missus. Registered as Myron Derbart. She spelled it out, Even corrected the waiter’s pronunciation of it at lunch. Weird choice of a cover name, to say the least.

A small scowl appeared on Drakken’s face, but he ignored the nagging notion that the name was significant for some reason. Yes, but how did he react to any, er, implications that you might mention the situation to his wife?

Shego sighed. Actually..ow! Pardon, some sensitive skin, here! Actually, for just a second, he seemed amused by the notion his wife might find out. Or, maybe, amused that I’d think she’d object? Something weird about that family sitch, that’s all I can say!

We are talking about Dementor’s family after all, Shego! Drew paused thoughtfully, But you’re right, something is odd there. Which is justsnap! Sent you down there to try and shed light on one mystery, and instead you find another! And on the subject of skin, you have a legitimate sunburn?

Yep! First since I was twelve, actually. And a tan, which I haven’t seen since I got my powers. That part is kinda nice, I’m less recognizable now. It has it’s drawbacks… She paused for a moment, as if remembering something, …but the advantages should outweigh them. Anyway, Myron says he knows nothing about the operations of Demenz Industrial, and I think he’s telling the truth. I think Dementor’s sister has stuck them together and frozen them out of company business altogether, for her own reasons. Trying to turn a profit without Dementor blowing it on some secret project or bribes to get charges dropped, for instance.

Drakken thought about that for a bit before replying. You’re probably right, it makes sense. He sighed in resignation, Still, I was hoping for more off this venture. I hope I didn’t mess things up with your friend, Shego.

I’ll find that out when we’re done, Doc. Don’t think it’s going to be too much of a problem, though. Anyway, catch ya later, got to get ready for tonight. Unless she’s really pissed at me, we’re going clubbing with a couple of guys we met on the beach today.

Who probably want to find out what you girls look like without your swimsuits! Drakken replied sourly. There was a moment of silence on the other end, and Shego’s voice sounded decidedly strained when she answered. Well, actually…nah, too easy! See you later, Doc!

Drakken looked at the phone in puzzlement for a moment, then shrugged and pocketed it before returning to his office. He took a small notepad, and wrote ‘Derbart’ on it. After staring at it a moment, he shook his head and started reading a proposal from Steve Barkin concerning fencing in school property. Eight feet high, I can accept, the barbed wire on top…maybe? But electrifying it is right out!

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I’m very disappointed in you Kimberly. Was hardly the way Kim expected Doctor Director to open the conversation. Her jaw dropped in surprise, which showed clearly in her eyes. Betty gave her a moment, then added, Using Professor Bortell’s ‘dream-link’ technology the way you have. Kim’s eyes widened even more, then she dropped them and blushed.

Exactly how did you find out about that technology? Betty asked the girl, then winced. Asked that one too soon! Should have discussed her reasons for a bit first! She looked around as to see if anyone else had overheard her gaffe. They had walked a short distance from Bueno Nacho, but Betty could still see Ron and the two girls watching them from a distance.

It had to do with the ‘brain swap’ machine, Ma’am. Kim replied quietly, head still down, Drakken had actually taken Professor Bortell’s work and built on it. You see, the Professor established a link between sleeping minds, Drakken thought he could do the same between conscious minds. And he did, of course. So, it’s not surprising that one of the side effects of the ‘brain swap’ was shared dreams.

I see. Betty responded. Does that mean she didn’t see what Drakken stole from Bortell later? Can’t think of any way to ask her without arousing her suspicions.. Aloud, she continued, But that doesn’t explain how the Dream Link tech got in yours and Ron’s brains, or why?

If anything, Kim looked more ashamed, but couldn’t seem to come up with any words in reply. So Betty continued the conversation. And one thing that strikes me, if I’m right about why you did it, is that I think Ron might have agreed to it, if you’d asked.

That roused Kim. But it might have been a bad idea, for many reasons! I mean, what I did was wrong, but I remembered how nice it was when we shared dreams, when I could lose myself in his…and I couldn’t deal with whatever was in my head! I was having nightmares, bad ones! I lost weight, couldn’t sleep, and couldn’t explain it to anyone! And then I thought that if I just got some sleep…and I asked Professor Bortell to let me use the Dream Link. He agreed, if I provided ‘data’ for him, especially regarding times it backflowed, as he called it, where my dreams took priority. Her voice almost pleaded for understanding, and Betty had to clamp down hard on her compassion. But why would it have been bad to ask Ron to do it voluntarily? He would have, you know. Betty had one suspicion on the matter, but wanted to hear Kim’s reasoning.

Kim took a while to marshal her thoughts, as Betty waited patiently. I never let him know what kind of problem I had in the first place, because he doesn’t handle ‘helpless’ well, especially being helpless to help me. And since I didn’t know what was bothering me, and felt helpless, it would have been worse for him, trust me. She looked at Betty then, and received a nod of encouragement. He loves me so much, he couldn’t stand it if I was suffering and he couldn’t help, the same way I would feel if the situation was reversed.

But, he would have been helping you if he agreed to the link, wouldn’t that have been enough? A brief gust of wind caused Betty to look up at the currently clear sky, though ominous looking clouds were approaching from the direction of the Rockies.

Maybe, but there’s two things that could have gone wrong. Kim replied, First, he might have seen the link as a temporary solution, and when a permanent one didn’t present itself, he might have gotten impatient and tried to find or suggest solutions. Some of which, Ron being Ron, might have been a bit, um, impractical. I do get annoyed with him some times, and hate myself afterwards, and I think in those circumstances, he’d have gotten annoying eventually, and I might have done or said something… She shook her head, Let’s go to the second thing, I’m not sure I’m expressing myself clearly here.

Betty chose to remain silent. So far, Kim hadn’t used the reason Betty had thought of. Now the girl continued, I might have gotten too comfortable with the link, and never found the courage to turn it off, and find and face my demons, and Ron would have just let me, rather then pushing me to do the right thing, and find out the truth. Betty nodded, that was the reason that had occurred to her. But now she asked, So you can switch the link on and off?

Kim nodded. I have a device to do that. I turned it off once before, back before Drakken joined the Mayoral race. I even told my parents that there were no more shared dreams. But after I hurt myself…well, I had some nightmares in the interim, but after I hurt myself, they came every time I went to sleep. So, I turned the link back on again, just to get some sleep. Pathetic, huh?

No Kim, I don’t think it’s pathetic at all. Betty replied in a kindly voice, But what about after you learned the truth? Did you turn it off then?

Kim cast her eyes down again and shook her head. I should have, but I didn’t at first! It’s off now though, I turned it off on the way back from South Africa. She looked up, and held Betty’s gaze as she asked, Should I give the remote to you? That way, I can’t turn it back on again.

Betty shook her head. That’s the best reason to keep it, Kim. So you can face that little guilt demon and beat it. However, I think you should tell Ron the truth. She smirked for a second. I actually thought the best thing to do with you was dump you on a deserted island with him, because I thought it would help ‘heal’ you!

Kim responded with a wan smile. Only after hurting him a bit first! I betrayed a trust. And he’ll forgive me for it, whether I deserve it or not, because he would have let me do it if I asked. Sometimes, I feel I don’t deserve him, and some times, I hate to say, I think he’s bad for me in some ways. He forgives too easily, accepts my flaws too readily…well, you know I’m the type of personality that occasionally needs a sharp reality check, even though my outlook is usually pretty realistic! She paused, And I really don’t know if I can trust Ron to give me that check when I’ll really need it. As to the deserted island, bad idea! I’m afraid with nothing to do, we’d do just what Dad would be afraid we’d do! A semi-deserted island with some activity, maybe!

Semi-deserted? How do you define that? Batty asked curiously.

Well, people, but people who won’t bother us, and don’t need our help, I guess. Just not enough privacy to get, um, you know…anyway, people we can be around as much as we choose to, I guess. She sighed, People who didn’t know us would be perfect, of course, but… She shook her head. Not that that’s going to happen, anyway, I can’t leave school for something like that, and by summer I hope any problems between us will be resolved.

Betty hid her sigh by looking away, before replying. Only to be replaced by new ones, Kim, that’s the way life goes. Still, I hope you’re being honest about telling Ron the truth, it’ll hurt him more if it comes from another source.

Kim shook her head. No one knows but you, me and Professor Bortell. And I’ve kind of made sure there hasn’t been an opportunity for Ron to hear it from him, the Professor has been known to be kinda loose-lipped, you know? Then she looked at Betty with a worried expression. You’re not saying you’d tell him, are you?

Betty tried to ignore the implied lack of trust, but it did hurt a bit. Even though I warned her myself that in certain areas I might not be truly honest with her! And almost asked if keeping Ron away from Professor Bortell was why she didn’t return the data Drakken stole the one time, but that was before she installed…or whatever? Kim, how exactly did you get Ron’s half of the Dream Link into his head? She asked with a frown.

Now Kim really looked ashamed, head down, feet shuffling uneasily. It was too easy for me, Ma’am… Her voice faded as she muttered more, then seeming to become aware of it, she repeated herself louder, with a tear forming in one eye, Because he trusts me, Ma’am, obviously more then I deserve.

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So, are you mad? Shego asked Bernie. The thief was leaning against the wall outside the bathroom of their shared hotel room. She could hear Bernie moving around inside. Shego was dressed in one of the hotels’ courtesy robes, though her hair was done up for a night of clubbing she hoped had not been canceled due to Drakken’s little gaffe.

No. Not mad at all, and only a little disappointed. Came the reply. I hate to say it, Shego, I really, really, do, but building trust with you is…damn!

Unoffended, Shego responded, Damn Hard, you mean? That doesn’t surprise me a bit. I’d have trouble trusting someone with my reputation! She paused with a bemused frown on her face. In fact, I’d never trust someone with my rep! She made the last a crack, but there was something underlying the wit, a hint of sorrow.

Silence followed for a brief period, before Shego commented I can almost hear your brains rattling in your head while you’re shaking it.

Funny. The bathroom door opened and Bernie emerged, clad in the other hotel robe. Shego noted hopefully that her hair was made up, as well. So, we still going out, meet those two guys from the beach? the no longer quite-so-pale thief asked.

The first, yes. Bernie replied, a frown appearing on her face as she looked at her bed. The second I’m not so sure of…

Shego smirked. Why not? We’ve seen what they’ve got to offer. All they have to offer! She added, to see if she could get a blush out of Bernie. But the nurse continued to frown as she looked around the room.

What happened to the clothes I bought for tonight? She asked in puzzlement.

Shego smiled. Didn’t jump to the obvious conclusion! Which…happens to be true, but still… Aloud, she said Oh, you mean the long sleeved shirt and the jeans? No way I could be seen in public, and in a nightclub, with someone dressed that plainly! Found you such much better stuff! She had walked around to the far side of both twin beds as she spoke, and now produced two shopping bags from behind hers.

Now Bernie gave her a wary look. Shego… Then she dropped her eyes and took a deep breath, releasing it before again meeting Shego’s gaze. I know I’m your first ‘girlfriend’ since before you got your powers, you pretty much implied it earlier. And truthfully, I’d really like to indulge you, but… She paused, noting Shego was hanging anxiously on every word, I think I need to draw the line somewhere. Then she shrugged, Starting tomorrow, I guess. Let me see the clothes.

Shego grinned, placing one bag on the bed while opening the other and producing a short white dress. This should show off your new tan, and your legs. She announced, then held up her hands to forestall Bernie from responding. As to your foot obsession… She bent down and picked something off the floor. These should cover that problem nicely…you have worn heels before, haven’t you? ‘These’ were a pair of low boots with inch-and-a-half heels, also in white. They appeared to be of soft fabric rather then leather, and had zippers on the side.

Bernie blinked in surprise for a moment before responding Weller, not in a while, but I might be able to manage. Then the wary look returned to her eyes. Hold that dress up again, in front of the light from the balcony door. She requested. When Shego shrugged and complied, Bernie’s eyes widened. Shego!

What? You’ll have underwear on underneath! Well, under half of it, can’t wear a bra with this, unless it’s strapless, and have you ever tried to buy a bra for another woman? Besides, the bodice is double thick, you can barely see through it.

Bernie’s mouth opened and closed several times before any words came out. I suppose you bought underwear to go with it? She finally got out, though it was obviously not what she had intended to say at first.

Natch! Shego responded, Um, before I show you, can I get a promise from you?

I don’t think so… Bernie replied flatly.

Oh. Well, in that case, you might want to sit down first. Oh, and you may need a little more razor work to go with these, if you get my drift?

Moments later, a half-sputtering cry of Shego! rang out in the room. Followed shortly afterwards by: If I go through with this, you are so telling me what Doctor Drakken told you!

After a moment’s silence, Shego replied solemnly, Deal. Then, Would it help much if I told you my outfit is more daring then yours?

Not a great deal, no.

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Two evenings later, the day before New Year’s Eve, the pair strolled into Drakken’s Middleton Lair. I swear, Shego! When that anorexic shoestring you called a strap broke I thought I was going to flash everyone on the dance floor!

Shego just smiled. Trust me, with your build, that dress was not going to fall down! Besides, there were at least five other women on the dance floor going topless!

Bernie rolled her eyes. Yes, intentionally topless! Something I did not intend! She looked around, Not much staff here, just the one guy with the mop?

Shego shrugged as they entered the main chamber. Not much point in keeping a full staff on, when we’re not planning evil schemes, ya know! She looked around the chamber, then made Bernie jump when she bellowed DOCTOR D! Where the heck are you?

A moment later, Drakken appeared at the entrance to one of the labs, the one Bernie remembered from the time Kim had been scanned. Shego, you startled me! Not a good idea, especially when I’m in a lab! He said the last with a faint touch of amusement.

Shego actually looked contrite as she answered, Sorry Doc! Indoor voice, I’ll remember!

Drakken snorted in amusement, and walked towards them. That’s all right, Shego, how was your trip? He then added, before Shego could respond, And that sunburn?

Momentarily thrown off by the added question, Shego hesitated, then smiled and replied I think that subject can be safely skipped, Doc! The trip was great, even if the main point of it was a flop.

Drakken looked at Bernie as he nodded. Well, as long as you had a good time! Then he looked at Shego, Not that I object to you having company, but is there a reason Miss Barr is here?

Yeah, Doc, I promised her an explanation, regarding what you told me before, and after postponing it, at great discomfort to myself… Bernie’s face assumed a pink tint suddenly, I thought it would be best to show her, the way you showed me.

Having caught the change in Bernie’s complexion, Drakken looked at Shego with faint suspicion in his eyes. I see. Well, if that’s what you want, let’s step into the lab. As he turned away, suspicion appeared in Shego’s eyes as well. Had Drakken raised his voice just a bit on the last four words? Then Bernie distracted her by whispering in her ear So, do we want your boss to know how ticklish you are?

Shego flushed slightly, and Bernie stifled a giggle. Not twenty-four hours ago, Shego had dashed into their hotel room’s bathroom, and exclaimed Hey! Haven’t seen that color in my face in a long time! Now, the thief quickly regained her composure, and she whispered back As much as you’d like people to know your reaction to when you were ‘twirled’ on that dance floor! And Bernie turned redder still. I just realized suddenly how much I was showing the room! And that was your fault, you bought the underwear! She whispered back. Shego just snorted, and then they both clammed up as they entered the lab. Shego looked around as if expecting to see something out of place, then half-shrugged and turned her attention to Drakken.

The scientist was at a console equipped with a view screen. As he typed on a keyboard, two images appeared, filling the top two thirds of the screen. They appeared to be brain scans, with front and side views. Next to each was a graph.

Now.. Drakken began, The top image is Shego, from four weeks ago. The important thing to look at are these blue dots scattered in these sections. The second image is of Hego, taken during my visit to Go City with Ed. He turned to Bernie, What can you see?

The girl shrugged. Obviously, the blue ‘dots’ are almost nonexistent in Shego’s brain, but Hego’s brain is full of them. Among other things.. Shego muttered behind her.

Drakken’s lips quirked, but he remained serious as he nodded. Very Good. Now… he entered more commands and a third image appeared below the first pair. This what I found in Shego’s brain five days ago when I checked, though I expected to find all the ‘blue dots’ gone. He paused, Based on other previous scans of Shego, these aren’t the only ones! Now, what do you see?

Bernie wasn’t as quick to answer this time, looking at the screen for some time before replying, In the third image, the activity level, if that’s what it is, has gone back up to…exceed the level in Hego’s mind, and… she checked the images again as Drakken patiently waited, The graph after her first scan, and the one after Hego’s, don’t resemble each other at all, but the one after her second scan looks almost identical to Hego’s.

Drakken looked slightly sour as he nodded. You know, I get so little opportunity to show off my scientific acumen these days… He sighed, Well, very good Miss Barr, you saw all that needed to be seen.

But what does it mean? The nurse asked quizzically.

It was Shego who spoke first. All I can say is, for the last week I’ve been feeling like I’ve only felt once before. And that time, Stoppable got a story out of, ‘Stop Team Go’.

Bernie looked at her, brain obviously racing. So…you feel like ‘Miss Go’?

Shego made a ‘stop’ hand. Hold on! First, I never acted like ‘Miss Go’, not in real life! But, yeah, the way I felt after Doc hit me with his copy of the ‘Attitudinator’, is the way I feel now. But this time, I know why I’m feeling this way. She looked at her watch. Right now, though, we need to get going, to make our reservations at the spa, and get all the crap we picked up on our little trip pummeled out of us, followed by a wrap and sauna. Which we have to get done before normal closing time, they won’t stay open for just us.

But wait! Bernie protested, Doctor Drakken, can you explain any of this?

Actually, No. I have a couple of notions, but neither is worth mentioning just now. You two run along and get ‘pummeled’, I have some work to do, reading a bill proposal submitted by Councilman Hoard. Then I have to call mother and tell her a few things. He didn’t quite usher them to the door, but Shego regarded him with faint suspicion as she left, following Bernie out.

Drakken turned back to the screen, rubbing his chin and frowning as he studied the 3 brain scans. After a couple of minutes he became aware of movement behind him, and reached down to the keyboard, blanking the screen before entering a new command. Two more brain scans appeared, this time equally dividing the screen horizontally.

Do you think what’s in Shego’s head is dangerous? his visitor, who had hidden while Shego and Bernie were in the room, quietly asked.

Drakken hesitated, then shook his head. I have no solid proof, but no, I don’t. Now, back to our big question. He adjusted the views, zooming in on sections of both scans simultaneously. What we see here are remnants only, remnants of technology that is identical in all respects. This technology is dead now, and I have no clue what it’s function was before it was inactivated. But, I think I know where we might find one of our answers, and I believe you know where a second key answer might be found?

Kim Possible stared at the scans of hers and Drakken’s brains, then solemnly nodded. I’m afraid I do. And I’m really afraid of what we may need to do to find out for sure.

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