Kim Possible Porn Story: His Honor The Mayor Drew Lipsky – Chapter 18

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The intruder slipped quietly though the darkened halls of Middleton High, wary for any sign of the sole nighttime security guard. Reaching a door marked ‘Maintenance Only’, he produced a key and unlocked it. Opening it, he slipped quickly through, then closed and locked it. He now stood at the head of a flight of concrete stairs that led downward to another door giving access to the school’s boiler and electrical utilities rooms. It was to the former that he now headed.

Circling around the two large hot-water tanks, he entered a narrow passage lined with the pipes carrying the water throughout the building. There was a lot more pressure in the pipes then many people realized, with considerable potential for destruction if they burst at certain locations. Moving along them, he produced a flashlight from a small pack so as to study them as he passed, looking for a certain spot.

He patched many places where the pipes had been crudely patched, but he was looking for a specific location. When he finally found it, he smiled a sinister smile, nodded to himself, then began rummaging through his pack again. He soon produced a small device. As he regarded it with a self-satisfied smirk, the lights in the passage suddenly went on.

Well, Mister Barr, taking night courses? Or, should I call you ‘Del Rose’? The intruder spun around, eyes widening in shock…Kim Possible! He began fumbling in one pocket as he stared at the smiling teen heroine in alarm.

Oh, don’t bother trying to set off that nanotech you put in me to make me…

Ron Stoppable stopped typing, head dropping as his hands balled into fists. A low, angry growl rumbled in his throat.

Yeah, too bad it couldn’t really go like that, huh? And, shouldn’t that be ‘passed’, instead of the first ‘patched’? The voice speaking almost in his ear made Ron shoot to his feet, mouth opening to let out a startled cry. But a hand clamped over it before a sound could escape, as he found himself looking into a pair of all too familiar emerald eyes. Then Shego put a finger to her lips. Shhh! Don’t want to wake Kimmie up, do we?

Ron’s eyes darted to his bed, on which Kim lay, sleeping. He nodded slowly, and Shego removed her hand, then ostentatiously wiped it off on his sleeve. He sighed, then sat back down, turned to his computer, and deleted the document he’d been working on. Yeah, would have been nice. He muttered quietly.

It was Saturday afternoon, three days before Middleton’s citizens would go to the polls to elect their Mayor. Electing a President the week before had been an event, but the scandals and general weirdness surrounding the Mayoral race had caused it to generate enough excitement to rival the previous event.

Nothing to having Shego turn up in his attic room, however. Ron’s eyes darted from the thief to the closed window and back again, then narrowed suspiciously. How did you get in through there, without letting in a draft?

Shego was looking at the recumbent Kim, and didn’t take her eyes off the girl as she made a dismissive gesture. Feh, Ninja Magic, that’s all.

Ron’s face registered shock, wonder, and disbelief in rapid succession. Really?

Shego shrugged. That, or I walked in the front door. Doctor D is downstairs talking with your Mother, so I decided to come up and see if you’ve written anything for that story we discussed.

Oh. There actually seemed to be a bit of disappointment in Ron’s tone, as if he would have preferred the first explanation. Just the earliest bits. Guess I can show you. He opened another document on the screen. Here we go…Shego?

Hmm? The thief tore her eyes away from Kim, and leaned over Ron’s shoulder to read what was on the screen. Hmmm, well, you got ‘Sparky’ right, character wise….but I don’t like that ‘Most Villainous Babe’ award thing, I mean, that’s pretty much Mego’s reason, too!

Ron made a face. Well, I was thinking of some kind of beauty treatment, but that makes you seem pretty vain, not to mention kinda dumb, going to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the night for something like that!

Shego shrugged. Meh! You have a point, but this isn’t supposed to be taken seriously, is it? How about a full body wax? Ron’s eyes popped wide, then he began blinking rapidly. Full….body….wax? Y—you actually get something like that?

Shego tried successfully to suppress a snicker. Sure, even the eyebrows, didn’t Kimmie ever get one? Then her face sobered and she looked again at the sleeping girl.

She—I–well–how would I know! Ron nearly hurt his throat trying to control the volume on his voice. And that’s—that’s a little much for my story. Um, how about an herbal wrap?

Throw in a coconut scrub and you’ve got a deal. Shego responded absently. Can’t believe we haven’t woken her. Ron broke off typing to look at Kim. The girl hadn’t stirred, not the slightest. I know, she’s been like that the last few days. Dropping off like that, with me. Thursday after school, on the couch in her living room while we were watching TV. Then yesterday, on the bus coming back from the Upperton game. Even with everyone so hyper, Kim put her head on my shoulder and went out like a light!

Yeah, bummer to win the game, but get eliminated from the conference championship. Shego remarked, sounding fairly sincere in her sympathy.

Ron shrugged. We didn’t know until we got back to the school that Lowerton-Wilder had won. They had one conference loss, to us, we have two, so all we have left is one non-conference game to end the season, and that’s it! He went back to writing his story, while continuing to talk. I know how Kim sleeps. I’ve held her after missions where she wore herself completely out! And she never sleeps that…so still! She’s always twitching, moving, talking in her sleep! But not now, she just lies there, so quiet! And I’d have thought going to sleep would scare her, if she has something in her head that she’s worried about?

Shego shrugged, then spoke in a surprisingly sympathetic tone. I wouldn’t know, Stoppable. Finding out a few things about my own head lately that I don’t like… Then she stopped, and regarded him through narrowed eyes, And that had better not appear in print, got it?

Of course not. Ron commented flatly. That’s the sort of thing I never put in my stories, even if it’s a villain’s secret. He snorted. Did I ever tell anyone Killigan’s secret hobby? Or Amy’s dietary problems? Someone could mess her up badly if they wanted to, with that knowledge.

Cool your jets, Stoppable, wouldn’t be me if I didn’t…. Shego broke off with a scowl. Be ‘me’? That’s a laugh, beginning to doubt I know who ‘me’ is! Just never mind. I trust you, kinda. Has Kimmie shown any real emotion this past week?

Well, yeah! Yesterday, when we got back to Middleton, and Coach Barkin named me the team’s MVP, and boy did he choke on that! Anyway, she was happy for me, and I mean really happy! As in, PDA right in front of Mister Barkin! Not that he said anything, but still. But then it went away, and she was all quiet when my Dad picked us up and took us home.

Shego was silent for a while as Ron concentrated on typing. Then she sighed, and turned to look over Ron’s shoulder again, as she observed, But she’s still functioning normally, intellectually. She figured out who the villain was, though if I had known what she did…meh, never mind that.

Yeah, she turned in two ‘A’ papers in Math and Latin yesterday, nothing wrong with her IQ, that’s for sure! And figuring out who the villain was didn’t do much good, did it? Ron’s frustration was clear in his voice. Shego rolled her eyes.

Stoppable, the only thing he actually did was hire those Ninja girls to plant that stuff in Kim’s head, and good luck proving that in a court of law! The rest was all planning, he didn’t actually endanger anyone, and unlike on TV, letting someone commit a felony you know he’s planning can be called entrapment by a smart attorney. You’ll have to settle for the fact that his life has taken a serious downturn. The DA fired him, Rockwaller has dropped him from his ‘ticket’, and his father is really ticked off at him, and don’t underestimate how bad that could be for him. At least I got a chance to put a scare into him. Then she clamped her jaw shut and winced. But it was too late.

Ron’s head snapped around. You put a scare into him? When?

Shego sighed. Damn, getting too careless around you, Stoppable! Yeah, we set him up. When he came to meet his little weasel to get those hairs from Doc, he met me instead. That was plan B, Plan A was to get some of his own hairs and let him plant them, but Bernie…well, my way we got a confession from him. On tape, but not admissible in court, trust me! But his father listened to it, and that’s what we’ll have to settle for. Looking for a change of subject, Shego pointed at the window. That doesn’t look small enough…. She looked closer, Oh, I see the signs, you put a larger one in.

Well, Doy! Ron replied, smirking, I told you Dad had to do it, so I’d have a way out in case of a fire. He looked over at Kim. Man, she was so scared I’d killed myself. Plus running downstairs with my pajama bottoms in her hand, right past Mom! She didn’t know if she’d die of guilt or embarrassment, according to what she told me later.

Shego’s curiosity was piqued. Stoppable, I know you’re made of rubber, but just how did you survive the fall?

Ron’s face reddened slightly. The fall wasn’t the problem, my MMP kicked in, and I landed on my feet. But….I stood up too quickly, and kinda passed out. Coulda had something to do with embarrassment too, I guess. Fell on my face, which I guess is lucky, too, under the circumstances! When Kim spotted me, she tried to spin around without stopping, and fell down. Unintentionally gave me a smack on….well, she woke me back up, but I think all the blood rushing to her face made her a bit dizzy.

Or something. Shego remarked, smirking. She looked out the window. Getting nasty out there. Ron looked around her and frowned when he saw rain falling heavily, driven by a strong wind. Man, going to have to ask Mom or Dad to take Kim home! He looked at his girlfriend. She hadn’t moved at all, so still she might as well have been…he shook his head violently. I know better, but I hoped her first session with the psychiatrist would…make her better, you know?

For personal reasons, Shego preferred not to talk about that subject. As a distraction, she walked over to the bed, and looked down at Kim. Hey, Sleeping Beauty, wake up! That attempt in a normal voice drew no response, so she raised it slightly, cutting off Ron’s protest. Kimmie! Princess! Rise and Shine! She leaned over and shook Kim by her good shoulder, Kimmie! Come on, girl, it’s your evil arch enemy, here! This is very bad hero behavior! Midway through the last line, Kim’s eyes opened.

It took her a moment to focus on Shego’s face. When recognition dawned, she didn’t look alarmed. Instead she merely looked curiously at the pale woman. Shego? Why are you here?

Okay, this is getting insulting! I need to get a rise out of her! Then inspiration struck. She smirked, Just wanted to see the scene of the crime. Kim’s brow furrowed in confusion. Crime?

Shego smiled wickedly. Think the charge might be ‘boyfriend abuse’!

Kim still looked confused for a moment. Then her eyes widened, her face went bright red, and she shot upright in the bed. Her eyes locked on Ron, Ron Stoppable, you TOLD her? Why on Earth….oh! Her angry tone dropped to nearly a whisper, You told me, right, the story thing, sorry. She looked at Shego again. It wasn’t funny, you know, I really thought I’d hurt him! She protested quietly.

Stoppable was right, quick flash of passion, then it’s gone. Shego thought. Aloud she said, Up and at ’em, Princess, bad weather outside, me and the Doc will give you a lift home when he’s finished talking to Mrs S. She offered Kim a hand up, just to see her reaction. After a moment biting her lip, Kim accepted, even though she hardly needed it. How long was I asleep this time, Ron?

Ron thought about hedging, but decided not to. About forty minutes, Kim. The girl made a face. What’s going on, I get a full night’s sleep, and then this again? There has to be something from this stuff in my shoulder causing this! Her exasperation clear in her voice, she straightened her clothes and headed for the stairs down, before abruptly veering towards Ron. Sorry Ron, almost forgot! And she gave him a long, sweet kiss before turning once more to the stairs. Don’t forget the homework, Ron! MVP doesn’t buy you any breaks from Mister Barkin!

Ron looked heavenwards with a ‘why me’ expression. I know, KP, I know! Then he looked at Shego. Things are really weird lately, aren’t they?

The woman snorted in amusement. You have no idea, Stoppable, you really have no idea!

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We’ll definitely need to come up with funds to carry out proper inspections and repairs to our schools, to make up for the neglect under Mrs Geary’s administration, Drew. Jean Stoppable commented, while paging through a number of reports that she had received copies of the previous day. Exactly why was a question, she wasn’t in office yet. But, with everything that had happened, it appeared that Drew Lipsky was going to win the election.

Drakken sipped at his hot tea and nodded agreement. As well as see if we can reclaim that money Chief Locke embezzled. But as far as the repairs go, we do need to find out exactly why the maintenance shortcomings were not found during regular inspections…ah, Shego, and Kimberley! And how are you, young lady?

Kim managed to smile politely. I’m fine, Sir. How much money did Chief Locke get, anyway?

Jean Stoppable scowled as she answered, He had six falsified salaries being paid into a bank account in New Mexico, Kim. Rather, the people supposedly being paid didn’t actually exist. Since it was an interstate transfer, the Federal Authorities are now involved. Chief Locke himself has been arrested in Portland, Oregon, but there’s some kind of delay in his extradition to Middleton. Also, a former partner in his security firm has filed a lawsuit against him, but we haven’t heard the details yet.

Kim just stood there, shaking her head. I go all over the world, and fight evil, and I don’t see what’s happening right here in Middleton! She muttered as she dropped into an easy chair.

Well, Kimberley, your getting involved in local Law Enforcement would actually be more problematical then your fighting supervillains, believe it or not! Drakken observed.

Yeah, you’d be wasted chasing people like Locke, or Sheila Geary. Shego remarked. She then looked at Jean and Drakken. No chance of her getting jail time, is there?

Unlikely, Shego. Drakken responded, She distributed the funds allocated to her office as she chose, and she did spend it on the schools! Her priorities can be questioned, certainly, but no incidents occurred where damage was done, or lives endangered. She may face civil suits, but it’s unlikely she’ll be prosecuted. The District Attorney’s office is busy dealing with the fallout of Franklin Barr’s resignation, and rumors that are circulating may force the re-opening of many of his cases. And that will be expensive, we’ll have to be aware of that as well, Jean. Jean Stoppable nodded, but her attention was on Kim, who seemed to be sulking. But a cure for that arrived just then.

Look who’s awake! Came Dean Stoppable’s cheerful voice as he walked into the room, Hana in his arms. Drakken twitched involuntarily, but otherwise managed a smile at the sight of the child. But he did fold his hands in his lap so that the injured one was protected by the other. Shego noticed, and tried to suppress a grin. Kim looked up, and smiled at Hana, who wasn’t quite awake enough to respond.

Jean stood and took Hana from her husband, smiling at the little girl. Did you have a nice nap, Hana? Want to give me a smile? Awww, that’s my girl! She looked at Dean, then Kim, and finally Drakken. Drew, I have to start dinner, and I need to re-educate my husband as to how to fend for himself when I work late, I’ll be back in just a few minutes. She walked over to Kim’s chair. Hang on to her while I’m gone, please?

No problem, Mrs Stoppable! Kim replied happily, and accepted Hana, setting the baby in her lap. How’s my favorite little friend? How have you been? I know, we saw each other just the other day, but it seems such a long, long, time not to see you, Hana! While Kim continued to interact with Hana, Shego sauntered over and sat down next to Drakken, eying the stacks of reports and documents on the coffee table. Meh! Too much paperwork for me, glad you don’t want me as Chief of Police!

Drakken looked at her with a faintly amused look. Well, I may have changed my mind, Shego! After all, would you be any worse then the incumbent?

The pale thief leaned slightly away from Drakken, looking askance. You are kidding, right? She asked warily.

Drakken snorted. Yes, I am. I know you’re not a ‘organization’ type of person, so I doubt you’d care to run one! But, that does remind me! He pulled out his cellphone awkwardly opened It up, and managed to find a number on speed dial and place a call. Hello? Yes, this is Drew Lipsky, for Doctor Director? Both Shego’s and Kim’s eyes widened as they listened. Yes, I’ll wait. About ten seconds later..Hmmm? Yes, I’m that Drew Lipsky. What? Yes, I’m serious! He rolled his eyes as Shego smirked. Hello? Ah, Doctor Director…..you can tell that young man not to worry about a ‘trace’, I’m at the Stoppable home. Besides, you’d think he’d expect you to know to keep me talking, wouldn’t you? And that he’d not say that so loudly! He listened for a moment, lips twitching.

Shego had her hand over her mouth. She looked at Kim, who still seemed incredulous. When Kim noticed her watching, she sent a quizzical look st the thief. Shego responded with a shrug, as the Drakken’s conversation resumed.

Yes, well, I did ask you to recommend a candidate for the post of Chief of Police, remember? Well, as you may have heard, we have a greater need for a good candidate now. He listened briefly. I told you I was serious at the time, are you saying you haven’t given it any thought at all? Drakken was clearly exercising consider self-control to keep his voice level, though he wasn’t being too successful keeping a grin off his face. Well, I understand how busy you must be, even when you don’t have to worry quite so much about me, but I would appreciate it if you or one of your staff might propose some possibilities to me in the next few days? Doesn’t have to be ex-GJ, you know? He listened for a minute, nodding. Very well, I’ll let you get back to your work, Doctor Director. Goodbye.

As Drakken hung up, Kim turned her attention back to Hana, arranging the little girl’s hair with her fingers. But after a moment, she spoke up. Doctor Drakken?

The scientist looked up from a report he’d started to pick up. Yes, Kimberley?

I—I think I’ve been ignoring a lot of things I shouldn’t have. The girl looked up to meet his curious gaze. When we first met, and started our ‘relationship’, She grinned faintly at her own choice of words, as did Drakken, You were a lot more….physical, I guess is the word, or maybe active. I mean, you once tried to take me on in a fight!

Drakken’s grin actually didn’t slip as he replied, Just the once, Kimberley, that was more than enough to learn not to try again!

Kim shrugged. Yeah, well there were other things. And I found out you were a pole-vaulter in college, and quite good at it! Drakken nodded, but showed puzzlement as to where Kim was going with this. But…ever since Lake Michigan, I think, you’ve been much less active…. her voice trailed off, a questioning look in her eyes.

Drakken nodded in understanding. And you’re wondering how much to blame you are for my less ‘active’ behavior? Truthfully, only a bit, Kimberley. Yes, I have back problems from that little high dive of mine! But then again, you’re not responsible for this. He indicated the scar on his left cheek. Then he massaged his left shoulder. Or the fact that this hurts abominably when it’s cold and damp! Or the sunken eyes I had when we first met, which Ronald has kept in his description of me ever since, the black shadows, remember? Just recovering from something I did to myself! The shoulder gets blamed on Gemini and WWEE. Broken foot that sometimes still pains me? Dementor! And this is.. He reached up to his hairline and peeled back what was revealed to be a hairpiece, revealing some stubble, much of it gray. I’ve burned my hair off so many times, I’m surprised it still bothers to grow back! And never mind how many sets of contact lens I’ve gone through! Probably lucky I’ve never managed to fuse a pair to my eyeballs!

He stood up. All in all, I haven’t exactly taken good care of myself, in my chosen line of work! On the plus side, I have a perfectly lovely therapist, and quite enjoy my sessions with her.

Shego quirked an eyebrow. Oh, really? A hint of innuendo in her tone made Drakken’s eyes narrow. Shego! It’s purely professional! She just happens to be an intellectually gifted young woman, and an excellent conversationalist! He looked at his watch. We really should be going. He turned to see Jean Stoppable coming back into the room, looking back over her shoulder with a faint smile. Jean, I’m sorry, but I have to go, we can try to get together another day.

Shego stood up. Yeah, we’re giving Kimmie a ride home, because of the rain. she informed Drakken.

Oh, you don’t have to bother, I could… Jean’s voice trailed off as she looked back towards the kitchen, ..though it would be unwise for me to leave the house at this time…

Drakken hastened to reassure her. It’s no bother, Jean, just a short hop for us. Just as long as Kim calls ahead, and has her brothers turn off their Air Defence system. Kim shot him a look, then reconsidered, and reached for her Kimmunicator, as Jean took Hana from her lap.

Drakken passed on the loan of an umbrella to reach the hovercraft. Instead he produced a small device that created a protective shield against the rain, if not the wind. As they walked out, Kim studied the field. This would be an interesting thing to market, Doctor D. She observed, causing a twitch from Shego’s lips.

Well, it would, if one or two components weren’t…er, rare! Kim looked at him suspiciously, but let the comment pass. Once in the hovercraft, she sat silently until Shego had started the engines, and Drakken spoke to her. Kimberley, seat belt? Startled, Kim’s cheeks reddened slightly as she buckled herself in.

As soon as she was secure she looked at Drakken again. Even if I didn’t cause your problems, why didn’t it even occur to me before that I might have? I mean, was I denying any responsibility? I mean, I didn’t justify it as being an unfortunate result of our battle, I didn’t even consider it at all! Except…I remember feeling really bad when they loaded you in the medevac helicopter. But then the next time I saw you, you seemed….fully recovered.

Feh! That was mostly due to the pain medication. Which may also have accounted for my holding my Static Immobilizer backwards when I fired it. Shego couldn’t help snickering. Drakken gave her a dark look. Having the tiniest movement generate static electricity strong enough to straighten your hair was hardly a pleasant situation, Shego! Then a cunning look came into his eyes. But then again, you experienced it yourself, I forgot. Shego’s eyes widened, and her head snapped around to stare in shock at Drakken. WHAT?!

Indoor voice, Shego, and eyes on the…well, watch where you’re flying. Drakken admonished her, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. The lair’s surveillance video system was working quite well that evening, and I really thought you knew better then to touch anything on my workbench. Just how long did it take for you to get your hair under control? Didn’t see you again until past noon of the next day!

Though somewhat amused by what her imagination was conjuring up in her head, Kim also found her hand on the belt buckle, ready to abandon ship. Couple of broken bones versus being in a small confined space when Shego goes nuclear? What a choice! But Shego merely gritted her teeth for a moment, then suddenly relaxed and exhaled. Okay, Doc, you win, I’ll never mention the ‘Super Muscle Relaxant’ incident ever again! Then she turned a hard glare on him. But I want to have all copies of that surveillance footage!

Drakken smirked. Shego, please! I have to retain one copy for insurance, after all! Now, shall we discuss forgetting ‘Hair Club for Henchmen’?

Shego sucked her cheeks in, trying not to laugh. Killigan must have spiked that eggnog with a ‘wee dram’. I never get that goofy on the real stuff. she managed to grit out. Drakken’s smirk widened, but Shego ignored him. She brought the hovercraft down to a landing in the Possibles’ driveway. Your stop, Princess!

Drakken turned to look at Kim. Would you like to borrow my rain shield…oh, no need. Anne Possible had emerged from the front door of the house with an umbrella. Though the wind gave her a bit of difficulty, she approached the hovercraft as Drakken opened the swing up door.

Beginning to make a habit of flying my daughter around, Drew? Anne asked with a faint smile.

Drakken nodded, face serious. Yes, I’m afraid when I’m done being the Mayor, I’ll have to make a serious effort to regain my reputation as an evil villain! Kim gave him a dubious look as she exited the vehicle, but Anne just smiled. Well, your resume will say ‘former politician’, may not be that hard at all! she observed.

Drakken looked thoughtful, then nodded. You have a point there.

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Monday saw a significant upswing in Kim’s spirits, starting when her mother told her she could begin a limited program of exercise to begin strengthening her shoulder. This put her quite a bit ahead of schedule, all due to her mysterious visitors.

In any event, she could hardly sit through the school day. Ron actually claimed that his mystery meat vibrated until it turned to liquid, simply because he left his tray too near her. Monique claimed it was actually because the lunch lady gave just gave him gravy in the first place.

As soon as school was done, she headed home at once. Ron had to stay and practice a new offensive scheme for the final game of the football season. When Kim arrived home, she raced upstairs to her own room, so happy to be back in it, and changed into some exercise clothes. Coming back down, she looked at the schedule her mother had written out for her. This isn’t enough! I can do a little more, at least twice…well, half again as many reps! But as she hit the first floor, the doorbell rang.

She opened the door to find Bernadette Barr standing outside, and Monique and Bonnie approaching along the sidewalk beyond her. Surprised, Kim got past it quickly and smiled happily. Bernie! Hi, should you be running around yet?

Bernie smiled. As my grandfather used to say, it’s good to get out and get the stink blown off! And, I’m here to supervise your workout. Kim’s smile vanished. What?! Doesn’t Mom trust me to stick to her directions?

Bernie shrugged. Is that a rhetorical question, Kimpatient?

Bernie! Stop it! Kim protested, then grinned. Well, she’s right, as usual! But what’s to stop me from exercising more after you leave?

Your word, of course. Bernie responded reasonably. Then she turned as she became aware of Kim glancing over her shoulder. She saw Monique and an apprehensive Bonnie, and smiled at them both. Hey, girls, nice to see you both again! I’m here to play drill sergeant for Kim, but we can wait a bit, if you guys have something important to talk about.

Nah, just came over to hang with Kim for a bit, we can watch, and provide moral support, in depth analysis, social commentary, whatever! Monique replied with a grin. Kim rolled her eyes, then stepped back and motioned everyone in.

Then a slightly wicked smile played across her lips. Actually, I can use some help clearing a little space in the den to work out in, and since I can’t use my arm, and Bernie can’t do any lifting, I guess the two of you can help out. That drew a groan from Monique, while Bonnie made a show of checking her watch before Monique clamped a hand over it, and shook her head. NO way you’re bailing on me now, Bon!

Kim had exaggerated the amount of labor required, only the shifting of a table and some chairs used for Family Game Night. Bernie carefully took a seat in an easy chair. Then she looked at Bonnie, noticing some tension in the girl’s posture. If you’re worried for your father about that money, my Dad is going to cover all the bills from the election that Frank didn’t. But, as to the rest, even if Frank did talk your father into running, he’s not assuming responsibility for any of the rest of the money he spent on the campaign.

Bonnie shrugged. That’s fair, I suppose. I’m glad your father is covering those debts, though, they were a lot of money. Still don’t know why your brother quit, though! Or was it just because he figured they had no chance of winning?

Kim and Bernie exchanged glances, and both of the other girls’ eyes narrowed in suspicion. Okay, Girlfriend, what’s the story? Monique asked. Kim kept her eyes on Bernie, who hesitated, then chose to reply. Frank was involved in a deal that was more then a little on the shady side. He got caught out, and lost his job, among other things. Kim busied herself with getting ready so as not to show any reaction to Bernie’s story. Monique wasn’t buying it completely, sure there was a lot being left out, but for once let it pass unchallenged. Well, there are still a couple of questions you haven’t answered yet, Girlfriend! Did you ever find out how that stuff got in your head, and how?

Oh! Right, never told you the latest… Kim told the story of the ‘Ninja Nurses’ and Herman Bortel. But, it turns out Herman’s partner in developing the Nanomoths didn’t rat him out. The Japanese authorities tracked him down, and he swears he didn’t do it! And, since they caught him and some frat buddies he made over there trying to duplicate the little pests, he really had no reason to lie. Bonnie grimaced at the mention of the nanomoths, but Bernie’s next words caused both her and Kim to blush.

Never had a chance to tell you both before, but that was very brave of both of you to seal yourself in, not actually knowing what was going to happen to you.

Well, my family was all there, after all, I couldn’t… Bonnie ran out of words, which caused Monique’s eyebrows to climb, before the brunette found her voice again, Besides, I didn’t really mean to seal us in that soon, I mean, there might have been time to still get out, but the door stuck! Kim rolled her eyes, she clearly remembered Bonnie pulling the door shut with all her might, and continuing to pull on it to make sure it was tightly sealed, even after the hissing from the tank had begun.

Monique rolled her eyes, then changed the subject. Kim, are the sodas in the usual place? I need one, does anyone else? Kim nodded. They’re there, if the Tweebs haven’t cleaned them out. Bernie declined one, but Bonnie nodded, and Monique left to get them.

Kim’s workout went smoothly, while small talk and gossip ensued, until they were interrupted by the doorbell. Monique went to answer, and came back with eyes wide and a nervous look on her face. Shego came in right behind her. Looking around at the assemblage, the pale thief smirked. Can I have a word in private, Possible?

Kim frowned, but then brightened. What did you think of the Tweebs’ new ‘anti-ninja’ alarm, Shego? I mean, that was you last night, wasn’t it? She asked slyly. The scowl she got in response was all the answer she needed. Deciding not to push things, though, she got to her feet. Let’s go in the living room, I think I know why you’re here. Shego gave her a suspicious look, but followed her out, after giving Bernie a friendly nod.

Kim went all the way through the living room to the foyer, before turning to face Shego. GJ found out about your problem, from a WWEE Agent who spied on Alpha, and they seem to think the sitch isn’t a bad one, with your plasma neutralized. As Shego’s look darkened, Kim continued. But Mom considers it a life-threatening sitch, because you might accidentally do yourself serious harm if your powers are set off accidentally, or by instinct. That caused Shego’s look to change to one of puzzlement.

Kim turned and reached up on to a small shelf meant for outgoing mail and other things that was mounted next to the front door, and took something down. Here’s a copy of the flash drive the ninjas left, GJ has the original, now. She handed it to Shego.

The thief stood looking at the object in her hand for a moment, eyes blinking rapidly. Then she closed her fingers over it. Um, Thanks, Princess. And thank your Mom, too, okay? II’ve got to go, things to do! The thief’s discomfort made it hard for Kim to keep a straight face as she replied. No Big. But this stuff in me might still not be related to what’s in you, you know. And, I don’t think the ninjas made it, because they gave away too much info on that drive. So, I still don’t know why they took Alpha away from GJ.

Shego made a face. I know, and not my problem, in that order! Finding out who originally made the stuff would be nice, but I can’t think of any way to go about doing that with any chance of succeeding, yet! She looked at Kim a moment longer, then away. Got to go, Princess, get back in shape, wouldn’t want you wimping out of our next fight, whenever that happens! Not waiting for a response, she opened the door and left hurriedly, pocketing the data Kim had given her.

Kim closed the door behind her and leaned on it, sighing. Then she shrugged, and felt a slight twinge in her shoulder. She grimaced, and massaged it as she headed back to the den.

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On Tuesday, the polls were busy. In the end, only eighty-one percent of the registered voters turned out in Middleton. And the results were interesting, to say the least.

There were some odd results among write-in votes. Arnie Upton, the retired Mayor, received forty-one. Twenty-nine people voted for Kim Possible. But then again, there were nine votes for Rufus, though the handwriting was suspect, and three for Ron Stoppable.

Joe Geary got thirteen percent of the remaining vote, and Bennett Rockwaller nineteen percent. The rest went to Drew Lipsky. His victory speech was surprisingly restrained, for those who knew him. And the only mishap was an unexpected bear hug from DNAmy, who had been doing a little experimenting on herself. A quick trip to the emergency room showed no broken ribs, however.

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On Wednesday, Drakken received a visit from some ‘concerned’ citizens. Shego spotted them coming first. Frustrated at her continuing medical problems, she spent the morning rock climbing above the lair. She did this occasionally, and had three different areas that were her favorites, rated ‘medium’, ‘hard’ and ‘trying not to lose my temper and kill the Doc’ for difficulty. Naturally, there was no ‘easy’ route.

She had just reached the top of the ‘hard’ climb and was resting, breath steaming in the air, when she spotted the blue SUV driving up the road to the lair entrance. She wasn’t too surprised to see visitors coming, at least until the Doc opened an office in Middleton, which he was in the process of renting. But when she saw the two men who got out, and the one they left minding the vehicle as they went inside, an alarm went off in her head, and she started back down as fast as she dared.

Doctor Drakken? There are two men here to speak with you. Drakken barely acknowledged the henchman’s announcement as he focused his attention on his computer screen. They say their names are Grimm, and Dyer. The henchman added.

It took a moment, but Drakken finally looked up, brow knitted. Grim and Dire, eh? Well, show them in! The henchman spun and walked away. Drakken had dismissed the extra guards on Monday, having received reliable information that he was safe from any threat from WWEE, which was reportedly in the middle of a little internal civil war. Now he was back to using ‘brawn before brains’ henchmen again. Returning to his work, Drakken continued to type on his keyboard with a scowl on his face. He did notice the arrival of his visitors, however he chose not to acknowledge them.

‘Grimm’ was big, slightly balding, with a little extra weight around the middle. But he was obviously quite strong, nevertheless. ‘Dyer’ was the opposite. Though well-muscled, he was thin, and graying on top. He also seemed to be a bit fidgety. After a minute or so waiting to be acknowledged, Grimm cleared his throat. Mister Lipsky, or would you prefer Mayor? We wanted to speak with you as two concerned citizens.

Drakken responded without looking up. Not Mayor, no, Not taking office until January, after all! And what exactly are your concerns, Gentlemen? His failure to look up caused the two men to exchange glances, then Grimm, jaw tightening, continued. Well, we’ve heard of your revised plans for the Middleton Plaza project, and we feel that the original plans were perfectly sound, and there’s no reason to change them at all.

Hrmm? Well, my reasons are clearly documented, gentlemen. I’m trying to do the most efficient job I can. And my proposals will get the best results for the money we’ll be spending, as far as the community is concerned. Drakken’s scowl deepened as he studied his screen. Gnnn! Not quite right!

Face showing increasing impatience, Grimm struggled to keep his voice even as he spoke. Many people have made plans based on the original proposal, Mister Lipsky. Plans they really would hate to give up, due to there potential profitability….look, would you mind at least paying attention when I’m talking to you? The increasing volume of Grimm’s voice didn’t faze Drakken at all.

I’d rather not, Gentlemen, these calculations are delicate!

Getting a touch red in the face, Grimm looked at Dyer, who now spoke up. Then it would be a shame if your calculations were to be disrupted, wouldn’t it?

Drakken now smiled grimly. Catastrophic! I mean, look at the legs of my desk, now! The two men frowned, looked at each other, then down at the front legs of the work desk. Seeing how they were misshapen, and reinforced with a pair of cinder blocks, they then noticed the discolored area of the floor. They began to rotate away from each other, each following the outline of the circular discolored area. When they had turned their backs completely to Drakken, They looked at each other, and then straight up, as Drakken spoke behind them, Calibrating a Death Ray is a finicky business, Gentlemen, especially when it’s live! I mean, can you imagine what would happen to my desk if it went off?

Shego had reached the level of the road and was ghosting up to the entrance when she heard a loud voice coming from inside, and saw the man by the SUV straighten up. She ducked down behind some brush and listened.

Death Rays?! Here I am, about to make the guy an ‘offer’, and I’m standing under a freakin Death Ray?! The two men emerged from the entrance into Shego’s sight, the big man berating his companion.

But Boss! How was I to know? The slighter man whined, I thought that Stoppable kid made all that stuff up! Now what are we going to do?

That only made the larger man more apoplectic. Do? Well, that depends! What else did that Stoppable kid not make up, hmmm? I mean, does he have those mind-control thingies, or the giant robots?

You mean the big one, or the little ones that grow into giant ones? Because I’m pretty sure those ain’t real, Boss! He cringed under Grimm’s glare. Then the big man threw his hands up, and gazed heavenwards for a moment, before looking at the third man. What are you looking at? Get in the car, we’re leaving! He smacked ‘Dyer’ on the back of the head. You too, moron!

After they left, Shego made her way into the lair, to find Drakken beaming happily at a freshly discolored circle in front of his desk. Noting her arrival he clapped his hands together. Fully re-calibrated! I wonder if I need to install one in my office in Middleton? A portable one, obviously!

Shego stared at him incredulously for a moment. Then she gestured towards the entrance. What about them? Are we going to wake up with a horse’s head in our beds?

Souring slightly, Drakken made a dismissive gesture. Not likely! Maybe a horse’s ass’s head… He went back behind his desk and sat down.

Huh? Shego flushed and almost smacked herself for her own lameness.

Wha—oh, Eddie is out of the hospital, and Mother promised we’d take him in. Drakken replied nonchalantly, while checking to make sure the medical kit was in it’s proper place under the desk. And not just for his sake, he hoped Shego wouldn’t flare her plasma.

ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FREAKING POLITICIAN’S MIND! Shego bellowed. The sounds of doors and shutters being slammed echoed down the corridors as the henchmen throughout the lair took cover. After what he did! She said in a slightly lower voice, fists clenching.

I didn’t make the promise, Mother did! Besides, it turns out you were voted ‘Hottest Biker Babe’ on that site. Though the runner-up did make some disparaging comments on how you might have secured the win… Drakken let his voice trail off, awaiting the pale thief’s reaction.

Shego stood there seething for a moment. I don’t give a DAMN how the voting went! She spun on her heels and stalked off towards her quarters. Drakken exhaled in relief, then consulted his watch. Hmmm, time to power up her computer, then find the website, and the comments…shower, put on fresh clothes… He sat back and waited. Twenty-five minutes later Shego stalked through again, heading this time to the hangar. Going somewhere? He asked innocently.

OUT! She snapped, And I may not be back until tomorrow, depending on whether or not I have to make bail!

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On Thursday, the same foursome as before assembled in the Possible den while Kim exercised. So, Bernie, you babysat Bonnie too? Monique asked, bored with watching Kim.

Bernie nodded. Just twice, though, then her parents went with someone else. Or rather, forced her older sisters to do it.

Which was totally not fair! Bonnie snapped out, Neither you being fired, or me having to put up with them as babysitters! It wasn’t your fault I got scared that one time, not at all!

What happened? Kim asked, sipping from a soda as she took a break.

Bernie grimaced slightly. Oh some Juniors who liked the wrong type of movie were getting their kicks scaring babysitters. I was going to be their fourth victim, but they scared Bonnie instead.

I was doing my little cheer routine… Bonnie flushed when Kim and Monique stared at her in amused surprise, Yes, even back then! I had a little baton…but a real one, mind you, and a cute outfit….and I was doing my routine, and then there was this face in the window, and I screamed!

Then what happened, girl, you can’t leave it like that! Monique exclaimed.

Bonnie smirked. Bernie grabbed my baton and ran out the front door. A few minutes later she came back in, dragging this guy by the ankle! She pulled his mask off and showed me he wasn’t a monster, he didn’t seem to be able to focus, for some reason… She looked at Bernie, who squirmed a little, And I kicked him, and ran upstairs. Bernie called the police, and turned him in. Ironically, he’s a rookie cop now, Jerry Combs!

Where did you kick him, BonBon? Kim asked, then winced, Sorry, slipped out!

Bonnie shrugged. No Big. And as to the kick? In my defense, I was nine years old, and didn’t know any better. Both Kim’s and Monique’s eyes widened, then they both grinned. I guess you were laying the foundation for your future rep, Bon! Monique observed, smirking. Bonnie responded by sticking her tongue out, then she snorted and nodded. You could be right!

A change of topic soon occurred. Are you planning on coming back to the nurse’s office, Miss Barr? Bonnie asked.

Bernie responded with a suspicious scowl. Why so formal, suddenly? And yes, I will, for the remainder of the year, then I think I’ll obtain a certification as a Physical Therapist. With my Navy training and experience, that won’t take long. Speaking of which, that’s about it, Kim, how does your shoulder feel?

Kim, who had been rubbing the joint in question, stopped abruptly and then blushed guiltily. A bit tight, just like yesterday. No pain at all, though, I swear!

Well, come over here, let me see. Bernie instructed her. After giving the shoulder a brief exam and massaging it a bit, she nodded. Okay, go take a shower, but leave the sling off, you don’t really need it now, and a little motion will keep it from knotting up again. But as Kim rose, Bonnie suddenly remembered something.

Hey! There are advertisements on one of the big networks, they’re doing a special on that…incident you guys were involved in last year! Both Bernie and Kim winced at that, before Bernie replied, Yeah, they’ve already asked me to do an interview. Melinda is, so I agreed, too.

Kim nodded somberly. Yeah, I guess I will, too. But first I agreed to let Summer Gale interview me about it, on her Saturday evening show.

Why on Earth would you do that, Girlfriend? You know that woman has some kind of grudge against you! Monique observed acidly.

Kim shrugged apologetically. I know, but I sort of think I owe her, after the Snowmen incident.

Monique rolled her eyes, then shook her head sorrowfully. All right, Kim, but I know this is so not a good idea!

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The final football game of the season was against Iron Ridge High. It was a traditional rivalry that was played every other year, oddly, and dated from a time when the Tri-cities didn’t have enough schools to form their own conference. It was a fairly big event, in some ways, including a wager between the Mayors of the respective ‘towns’. This was also probably the last game in the rivalry, because attendance at IRHS had fallen so much they were planning to switch to 8-man football for the next year.

Both incumbent Mayor Joe Geary and Mayor-Elect Drew Lipsky attended for Middleton, with Geary sitting with Iron Ridge’s Mayor, while Drakken sat well apart, a very subdued Shego alongside him.

Kim and Bonnie sat together where they could cheer on the Cheer squad, and deal with any distractions. Like Josh Mankey, who received a dire promise from both girls if he singled out any of the cheerleaders for his attention.

Preliminary excitement generally included some kind of mascot-on-mascot pranking, and Kim thought she spotted it coming this time, but too late. Spotting the Iron Ridge mascot(The Team name was Cougars, and the Mascot costume fit the bill) and some of his schoolmates near the bleachers fiddling with some kind of remote control, Kim looked around for the Tweebs, in their ‘Pep Puppy’ guises. And right behind where they were standing was an overturned pail. Making a connection, Kim got up, knowing shouting would do no good, but then saw the Cougar mascot hold the device up and apparently hit the switch…and a number of car alarms in the parking lot went off.

The lot was out beyond one of the open ends of the field, so everyone had a clear view as they turned in the direction of the disturbance. And witnessed the sudden ascension of a chain of fireworks that burst about thirty feet in the air, forming the image of a bulldog’s head, with sparkling ‘slobber’ pouring form the jowls. Some of which dripped onto the huge ‘Go Cougars’ banner erected so that the visiting team’s buses had had to pass beneath it when they arrived. The banner ignited, but burned away so quickly that little of it survived to reach the ground.

Even Kim had to smile widely at the sight. Then she looked back to see the reactions of the mascot and his cronies, and her eyes widened when she saw them dancing around frantically in their underwear, and then even that….Kim blushed furiously and averted her eyes. NOOOOO! The Tweebs have created their own Nanomoths!

It was soon determined that all the cars whose alarms had gone off belonged to IRHS faculty members, and the Mayor. And apparently the Tweeb’s version of the nanomoths had a very short life expectancy, or some form of remote control. Kim didn’t know which frightened her more.

The game was entertaining, at least. Middleton came out in the Single Wing formation, with Ron taking the direct snap at tailback. The element of surprise was on the Mad Dogs’ side, and they exploited it as Ron scored on two long runs in the first quarter. He then made a big play on defense, intercepting a pass and returning it deep into the Cougars’ territory. Unfortunately Coach Barkin chose to switch back to the regular offense at this point, and an Iron Ridge player picked off a pass two plays later and ran it all the way back for a touchdown. Since The Middleton kicker had missed both extra point kicks, the Cougars’ successful one made it 12-7 at halftime.

The two mayors made speeches at halftime, while Kim made her way over to where Drakken and Shego were sitting. After a polite exchange of greetings, Kim addressed Shego, who was working on an extra-large soda when she arrived. You have no reason to tell me, but did that info my Mom gave you do any good? I would have asked on Wednesday at Doctor Cardien’s office, but I missed you, I guess. She didn’t admit to her unspoken belief that Shego had avoided her. And now the thief just kept sipping soda, eyes on the girl, rather then answer.

Not yet, Kimberley, though we did make a discovery. However, it’s Shego’s story to tell. Drakken responded. How are you enjoying the game? Is the cold weather bothering your shoulder? He asked solicitously. Letting him steer the conversation away from Shego, Kim talked to him briefly, then returned to her seat.

The third quarter featured only one score, but even it had a surprise element. Middleton drove to the Cougars’ ten yard line where they had fourth and six. The kicking team went in, but the kicker was different, and Kim peered at the figure in puzzlement, as did many others, until the announcer solved the mystery. Field Goal attempt by Middleton. Kicking is number 4, Gina Leo!

Kim gaped in amazement, then began cheering. On the field, there was no real drama. The snap was good, the hold was good, and the kick went neatly down the middle for three points. Gina left the field getting a few enthusiastic but light pats on the back, a smile on her face visible from quite a distance, helmet and face mask notwithstanding.

Kim sat down again, and turned to Bonnie. I suspect the fine hand of my boyfriend in this! He found out Bernie did it, and even thought of asking me to!

Late in the game Iron Ridge finally began to move the ball on offense, and marched to the two yard line, from which their quarterback scored on a keeper. They then lined up to go for two, and practically everyone was on their feet.

The quarterback took the snap, started right, then pitched the ball to the tailback going wide. But Ron Stoppable and Don Haggler cut him off and tackled him short of the goal line, leaving the score 15-13. And the Mad Dogs never let the Cougars have possession again, running the clock out with Ron running the single wing again.

The bus ride back to Middleton was appropriately raucous, and Kim didn’t drop off to sleep this time.

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On Saturday, Kim went to do her interview with Summer Gale.

On Sunday morning, the TV station’s management announced that Summer was being put on indefinite administrative leave, and issued an official apology to the Possible family, and especially Kim.

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