Living With the Enemy

By Bulbafreak9000

Disclaimer: ; I’ve done this already. Meh. I don’t own any Kim Possible characters I use. Disney does. Any products or other characters I refer to all belong to… whoever the hell they belong to. XP All you stock owners know who you are, right?

Author’s Note: Okay, here’s what I hope to accomplish with this chapter: LONGER chapter!; KIGO!!!; some Ronique; more tweebs; more villains than Drakken and Shego. Maybe Monkeyfist… Or Adrena Lynn! That’d be kewl, eh? Maybe not… Thanks for the reviews! So many so fast... Now that I’ve been updated on the rules, I’ll just reply to your reviews, except those who don’t register, who won’t get a reply at all coughlisacough Also, I’ve read up on the fourth season and… it won’t have anything to do with this fic! Maybe not until later. ; And are you guys having any trouble telling one group of paragraphs in one place from another? Cause I think I could find a way to fix that. Anyway, onto the fic!

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Kim awoke with a start. She didn’t know why, but she had a strange feeling. Her brothers lay there curled up next to her, fast asleep. She eased out of bed and felt her way around the room. She hadn’t slept the night before. She hadn’t fallen asleep until her brothers came and lay with her. Kim figured that she’d just made up for the lost time, as it seemed to already be night.

She made her way to the door and out into the hall. Florescent lights hung in the ceiling, so she could see things clearly now. After a bit of walking she found herself in the hanging room, only this time it was more like some type of… hanging kitchen? Drakken and Shego sat at a table in the middle of the room, their backs facing her. She snuck closer to them, hiding behind a conveniently placed island counter. Kim could hear them clearly here.

“Really, Shego, you should be nicer to them. I mean, we can’t have them unhappy. Damned Social Services.” he told her, slamming his fist on the table on that last part.

“They’ll be a lot happier if they just stay away from me.” said Shego, filing her claws. “And if that bitch touches my TV again, I’m going to pluck her eyeballs out.”

“Oh, come on Shego. You’re almost like their mother to them now. Act like it more!” he rebutted.

Kim almost gagged. Them, her parents? Ew. Shego seemed to have the same response.

“Okay, I’m no one’s mother. I hate kids. Why the hell do you think I’m not married yet?”

“Because you’re a glowing green bitch?” said Drakken coldly, opening a newspaper.

Shego shrugged and went back to her nails. “Eh, maybe.” she muttered.

A smile grew on Drakken’s face. “Look at this Shego!” he said, pointing at a large article. “BLUE MADMAN GAINS CUSTODY OF ARCH NEMESIS! I wonder who that’s about.” he said, beginning to read it. He frowned. “They spelled my name wrong and they give me a week with the kids before the authorities take them away.”

Shego didn’t look up. “I’d have given you two, three days tops.”

“Always with the negative.” said Drakken, slumping in his chair.

“What can I say, its my thing.” said Shego, smiling.

Kim couldn’t figure out why Drakken would want to take care of her and her brothers, other than keeping them out of his way. She looked down at the ground, only to find she wasn’t wearing pants. Her bright pink panties, yes, but no pants. Panicking, she made a run for the door. Luckily she wasn’t seen.

Grabbing clothes out of her dresser, she entered the bathroom to take a shower. “Quite a selection of shampoos.” said Kim, looking at what she had to work with. There were three different kinds, only one she was willing to try, the other two being a bottle of Drakken’s “Lather Rinse Obey” stuff and a styling shampoo from what looked like France. She washed as quickly as possible and got out. Her brothers were still asleep. They must have been even more tired than she had been.

Kim traced her steps back to the hanging room. Shego and Drakken were still sitting there, doing what they’d been doing when she’d left. As she walked into the room, Drakken turned his head to see her.

“Ah, finally awake I see. I’ve transformed my maniacal lair into a kitchen! Ingenious, no?” he said, smiling.

Kim reached into the fridge and pulled out what looked like Chinese food. Sitting down as far at the table from Shego and Drakken as she could, she tried eating fast.

“Still emo I see.” said Shego, her nails getting sharper by the second. Kim ignored her and went back to her food. But Drakken obviously didn’t like silence.

“So, Kim Possible, what do you think of my evil kitchen? And where did you get that Chinese food? I didn’t order Chinese!”

“Yeah, that was me.” said Shego, blowing on her nails.

“Did you save me the fortune cookies?” asked Drakken sternly, a surprising tone for such a question.

“Yeah. I put them in the fridge with the rest of the stuff.”

“You put the fortune cookies in the fridge? Thanks Shego, now they’re gonna get all hard!” he pouted, crossing his arms.

“They will not. They’re cookies, not ice cubes.” she scoffed.

“Actually, Shego, the ice cubes aren’t ice when you put them in, they’re water.”

“Not if you put them in as ice cubes”

“And the point of this argument is?” yelled Kim.

The two of them both stared at her.

“She makes a good point Shego.” said Drakken. “What was this fight about again?”

“She took my Chinese food out of the fridge, then you asked her about your lair and where she got the Chinese food, I stated that I got it, then-”

“I’m so out of here.” said Kim, making for the exit.

“And where do you think you are going?” said Drakken.

Kim raised an eyebrow. “I’m going back to Middleton… to see Ron. According to my watch, its about five there now. If Wade can get me a good ride I can get here in time for school-”

“You won’t be going back to that school, and you won’t see the buffoon anymore.” said Drakken, his brow beginning to slope downward. “You’ll be tutored here and I’ve already made arrangements for you to go on a date with Senor Senior Junior.”

Kim’s jaw dropped. “There is no way I’m going on a date with Junior! I’m going out with Ron. You know, the kid that helped kick your asses on a semi-weekly basis?”

“The buffoon, yes, I know.” said Drakken.

“Then you know I have to see-”

“Look, princess, he’s not letting you see your boyfriend.” said Shego, getting as annoyed as Kim had gotten.

“Thank you Shego.” said Drakken, standing up. “As I said before, there will be rules. The first one, as you know, is no more heroism. Second, no leaving the evil lair without Shego or I as a chaperone.”

“Like I’m ever going to go anywhere with her.” murmured Shego.

“Thirdly, you may not invite anyone over. Especially the buffoon. Four…” he looked at Shego. “Uh… follow any rules Shego sets.”

“This is so unfair!” shouted Kim. “How the hell do you expect people to let you do this to us?”

“Quite simply, Kim Possible. Your parents were both geniuses. Thus, whatever they thought had to be right. No judge is going to question the judgement of two Possibles! Why, not even I would.”

Kim turned to walk out the door. “You aren’t going anywhere!” yelled Drakken.

“Yeah, and who’s gonna stop me?” she said,

Shego sighed. “I guess that’s me, right Dr. D?” He nodded. She jumped from her seat to behind Kim, in front of the door. Kim struck a fighting stance, and Shego did also. Her hands began to glow. “C’mon, Kimmie. Give me your best.”

Those hands… thought Kim I… I can’t… Fear overcame her face, and she dropped the stance. Shego looked puzzled, but went back to her usual sarcastic self right away. “Kimmie scared?” she said in a mocking voice. “Aw, Kimmie gonna cry?”

And, indeed, she was. Her eyes were welling up and she ran back to her room. Not to wake up the twins, she fell onto the green leather couch instead. She cried into her arms, for all that had gone on. The death of her parents, her moving in with Drakken, not being able to see Ron anymore… The quality of her life had dropped sufficiently in the past week. She used to be a crime fighting cheerleader, daughter of two geniuses. Now she was an emo orphan, foster daughter of a madman and a mutant.

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Ron trudged onto the bus to school. Being a senior wasn’t as fun without Kim. Nothing was. He sat by himself, save Rufus. Everyone understood why. Every so often, throughout the day, he’d press a button on his Kimmunicator and call for Kim, but to no avail. He was a shell of his former self, in only a few days. No longer the life asserting youth that had made everyone so cheerful, but now a boring young man, spending his time looking out the window in an abstract direction, looking for something on the horizon that was never there.

The only one who still tried to talk to him was Monique. She’d invite him to Bueno Nacho, but he’d decline. She’d invite him to Wrestle Mania, but he’d just sit there. Nothing seemed to excite him anymore. It was sad… at least Monique thought so. She sat next to him on the bus that morning.

“Hey Ron, how ya doing?”

“Fine, I guess.” he replied, drearily.

“Wanna come to see ‘Revenge of the Blood Zombies 3’ after school?” she said, pseudo-cheerily.

“Nah, no thanks.” he sighed, looking out the window. Rufus climbed out of his pocket and looked with him, whimpering a bit. Monique sighed and went to another seat to leave Ron alone.

“Kim…” he whispered.

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“I really don’t get it Shego. Are we that bad of parents?” asked Drakken, poking his hard fortune cookies.

“Dr. D, we’ve had them for, what, two days? And we aren’t even their parents. I don’t get why you’re getting so worked up.” Shego replied, filing her nails once again.

“Well, they did leave them with us. I feel a moral responsibility to take care of them.”

“Since when have you had morals?” Shego asked, examining her right index finger.

“Well… I guess I don’t…” said Drakken, putting a cookie in his mouth, then spitting it right back out. “Eww! These things taste like paper! What did I tell you about putting them in the fridge?”

“Did you take the fortune out?” Shego asked, blowing gently on her fingers.

“No, I didn’t, actually. Heh… heh…”

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Jim awoke abruptly. He forgot what he was dreaming about, but he didn’t like it. It scared him, whatever it was. He sighed and shook his brother awake, who also seemed to be troubled by something. The two of them exchanged facial expressions then trudged off to their room. They both got showers and got dressed, then walked back out into the kitchen. Shego and Drakken were still there.

“Ah, boys, I see you’re awake… again.” Drakken said again in his pseudo-cheery voice. “Maybe now you’d like to accompany me to my lab?”

The boys didn’t reply. Drakken cursed in frustration. “That’s it. This time you two are coming, whether you like it or not!” he yelled.

Jim and Tim looked at each other again, and then Tim said “Whatever.”

Drakken smiled again. “Good, good! Now, follow me. We have much to accomplish today. First, I need help with my Semi-Influential Media Modifier. Then, we can get started on the giant robot that your sister destroyed a few weeks ago. And after that…”

They sighed and followed him out of the room. Shego sat there, head in hand, bored. There wasn’t much to do. She could always go steal one of those new game systems, then sell them online for who knows how much, but that wouldn’t be a challenge. She could try to steal something worthwhile, like the Hope Diamond maybe, but she decided that wasn’t worth it either.

Lighting a small green flame on her index finger, Shego poked a napkin and watched it disintegrate in seconds. She could start a forest fire. That’d start a national crisis. Fun, right? Eh, maybe not, she thought. She could steal the Time Monkey again. Rule the world. But where’s the fun in that again? Without being able to split up the Possible Dream Team it wasn’t. Torment Bob Saget? No. Hold a rich kid for ransom? Nope. Talk to Kim. No… was it a no? Shego kicked herself in her mind. Of course it was a no. Right?

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Kim lay on the couch, now calmer than she had been. She sat up and looked around the room. Tim and Jim were gone. They must have not heard her. She stood and walked to her bed. Climbing under the covers, she tried to think of a reason not to. Why not just curl into a ball and hide? Why not just stay away from your problems? Why not ignore life and fade away silently?

Because she was Kim Possible. That was the only thing she could think to answer those questions. She could do anything. She could jump off of buildings, swim fifty miles at sea to shore, beat any super villain… until now. A fear was now instilled in her, as it never had been before.

The door swished open and a figure walked in. Kim didn’t look at it. She knew it was Shego. Kim pulled the covers over her head. Shego walked right by and sat on the couch, turning on the TV, one arm lain on the armrest, burnt in places from when Shego’s favorite wrester lost or when Britney Britney got another reality show. The other sat by her side, her hand resting in tears.

Shego looked at her hand, and then at Kim, hidden in shame under her covers. She had no remorse. She was a super villain! She was evil and maniacal and laughed at others misery! But then why did she feel so bad now? She began to stand up, but sat back down. What did she just try to do? Comfort Kim Possible? She couldn’t do it, she’d never do it, she had to do it. Shego had to apologize, had to make Kim feel better, had to…

She slapped herself. What was she thinking? No way she was doing that. Her thoughts raced. Her mind skipped. Next thing she knew, she was standing. She was walking. She was sitting again.

Kim felt a hand on her shoulder. She uncovered her head, and there was Shego, sitting on the side of the bed, smiling warmly. Kim didn’t know what to make of this. Again, as had been the custom for the past week or two, something flew at her, and she didn’t know what to do. Tears dropped from her face, and not a word was spoken. She hugged Shego, and Shego hugged back. Kim sobbed freely, while Shego stroked her head.

Where had this come from?, Shego thought to herself. Why am I stroking Kim Possible? Why am I doing this? Is this some sort of motherly instinct, or something else…?

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Ron sat at his window again, staring. His hand shook, but his eyes never moved. His mouth uttered a word over and over again, but it had been said so many times, it was now incomprehensible. Rufus climbed from his pocket. It was obvious that the mole rat had lost a lot of weight in a short period of time. He coughed and dropped to the floor, crawling on four legs to the door. As he reached it, he looked back at Ron, and then back to through the door. He whined once, then ran out of the room, out of the house. He didn’t know to where he ran, or why. Maybe because it was out of his grasp, maybe because he had no time to think. But he ran.

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Kim and Shego sat next to each other on her bed, both not looking at the other, but instead their own feet.

“That was sorta… awkward.” said Shego, breaking the barrier of silence.

“Really.” said Kim. Minutes passed. Kim finally stood and looked at Shego. “Thanks.” she said, before walking towards the bathroom.

And Shego sat there, lost in thought again. She’d just done what? Who’d she just hug? Kim Possible? “Gah.” she uttered before exiting the room.

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Drakken’s lab was a shiny place, to say the most. Lights here, machine there, copy of the Pokey Little Puppy sitting on a table. Drakken had put the boys to working on wiring some sort of old television set to enable the customization of programs or something. Jim and Tim just moved a wire from here to there, then back again, to make it seem like they were busy. Drakken was to busy… or did he have to much free time?… to notice. At the moment he was under a desk, attempting to attach a fancy monitor to some huge processor with the wrong cords.

Jim watched him for a second and chuckled. “He may as well be trying to fit a circular block into a square hole.”

Tim laughed too. “He probably couldn’t even do that.”

“What was tha- doh!” asked Drakken, turning to look at the boys and hitting his head on the desk. The twins heard him mutter “Oh, I’ve got a booboo.” They broke out laughing. Drakken wasn’t amused

“May I ask what’s so funny?” he yelled, but the boys continued laughing.

“Firstly,” Jim got in between breaths, “ you’re using the wrong wire.”

“Try the blue one.” said Tim, rubbing his head as Drakken had done, and another burst of laughter.

Drakken stuck his tongue out the boys and went back to his work, trying to use the same wire as before.

Calming down, Tim yelled to the doctor, “You know, if you keep forcing that wire in, all its going to do is break and give you 5000 volts.”

“You know, if you keep using that wire, blah de blah de blah de blah.” Drakken mocked. “Who is the evil genius here?”

“If that’s what you call being blue and having a weird laugh,” said Tim, crossing his arms, “that’d be you.”

“Thank you.” said Drakken, ducking back under the desk and shoving the wire back into the hole. The next thing he knew he was on his back, sizzling from head to toe, and the boys were looking over him.

“Toldya.” they said in unison.

“Bah, just get me up. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! Not so fast!” he squawked as they lifted him to his feet. “Now, lead me to the infantry.”

The twins looked at each other, their spark back.

“Hicka bicka boo?”

“Hoo sha!”

They ran out of the room, leaving Drakken screaming after them in his shiny lab. After about fifteen minutes of yelling, Drakken gave up. After a half hour the smell of burnt hair started to die down. After forty-five minutes, the twins came back… in a… golf cart.

“Where did you boys find a golf cart?” said Drakken, climbing in the back carefully.

“Nana gave it to Dad for Christmas one year.” said Tim.

“He never golfed though, so he never used it.” said Jim, turning the key and stepping on the peddle. Drakken nearly falling off, they swept through the halls at breakneck speeds.

Drakken held his mouth closed so not to throw up. “Are golf carts supposed to go this fast?”

“Nah, we fixed it up. Works three times as well now.” replied Tim. He pointed to the flame decal on the side. Drakken held his mouth again.

“Infantry dead ahead.” yelled Jim.

“Don’t say dead.” grunted Drakken, leaning painfully over the side. They came to an abrupt stop, and the boys jumped out and went inside, again leaving Drakken.

Five minutes passed. Ten. Fifteen.

Drakken frowned. “They forgot me again.”

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Kim showered again after walking away from Shego. For some reason, she felt better now. Was the fear gone? She lathered her hair. And what about Shego? Was she now Kim’s friend, after that one… incident? After that, would they even be able to talk to each other again? She soaped up her washcloth and ran it along her arms, then her bosom, and then further down. Kim didn’t know what to make of any of this. She felt confused, and she felt like she’d taken too many showers. The water ran down the drain, bringing the suds with it.

She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself, then stepped into the bedroom. Shego wasn’t there. After dressing, she walked around the base, looking for anything to catch her interest. But truthfully, this was the first time she’d felt good since she’d gotten to the base. “Maybe it all will be fine… maybe…” she whispered to herself.

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Author’s Notes: Holy junkie monkeys, I did it again! Wow, I’m getting better. I did get a bit of KiGo in there, so I accomplished what I wanted. I guess I got a bit of Ronique in there. I established the fact that she’s interested in him, at least. And trust me, it hurt to have Rufus run away, but it had to be done. I’ve decided I’m not going to put any other villains in the mix for now, lest it get too cliché. But watch out for them. Until next time, I’m Bulba. Catch you later!