Title: The Dark Ocean - Conflict (5/?)
Author: Rann Aridorn
Notes: Yes, I'm referencing another fic series in the first part of this
one. One that abuses the same maguffin plot point that this series does
to get started, heh. But it seemed appropriate that Kim and Shego would
find the continuity of that series like a happy dream, compared to what
they're going through and about to go through.
This part contains a big fight, and only a few parts of it are the
happy, goofy sorts of fights more typical to Kim Possible. The rest is
styled more on an intense action anime fight, and thus might be kind of
intense for some people, as there will be blood and some over-the-top stuff.
Legalish notes: All characters having appeared in Disney's Kim Possible
are the property of Disney, and are used here without permission, but
with no intent for profit. All other characters are original and the
property of Rann Aridorn.
Kim lay on her stomach in bed, the pillow pulled up to tuck under her
chin. She still hadn't really gotten comfortable enough in this new
environment to sleep comfortably anyway, but the thoughts buzzing
through her brain wouldn't let her relax enough to sleep from anything
but pure exhaustion anyway, it seemed like. And considering that she had
near superhuman endurance, that sometimes meant sleeping only every
She tossed a glance at the clock on the bedside table, and sighed a bit
as she saw that it was a quarter past six. Almost time to get up anyway.
She jumped a little at a sudden beep, wondering if the alarm clock had
somehow gone off early, then realized it was the phone beside the bed,
beeping the tone for an internal communication. She picked the thin,
bar-like device up and put it to her ear. "Kim here, what's the sitch?"
"... Shego?" Kim blinked, pushing herself up a little on the bed. "Is
"Huh? Oh, yeah, fine. Did I wake you up or something...?"
"No. Not really." Kim frowned a little. "So what's up?"
"... I dunno. I just kinda wanted to talk to you."
"Oh." Kim blinked again, then turned to sprawl out on her back, still
holding the phone to her ear with one hand. "Nice. I mean, good. I'd
like that. ... To talk to you."
"Don't freak out, Princess, it's not like I'm gonna ask you out to
"Heh. Well, that's true, I guess. Any particular reason you decided to
"Maybe. ... I dunno. It's kinda weird."
"As opposed to the rest of our lives?" Kim prompted dryly.
"Yeah, there's that. That's true. Hm... well. Lately I've been having
all these nightmares, see..."
Kim tensed up a little, recalling her own nightmares that had
contributed to her sleeplessness. Vaguely-remembered ventures in dark
water that felt like nothing, clinging to Shego as they were crushed in
the coils of...
She shivered, and tried her best to sound nonchalant as she prompted
"It's just... I didn't. I had this weird dream that... I don't guess it
was a nightmare, it might even have been good. But... weird, definitely."
"Out with it," Kim pressed, smiling now.
"Okay, okay. It was about you and me. And I guess Drakken was in it,
too. He'd done something stupid again, and you were... uh..."
"Dead?" Kim asked, voice quieting.
"What? No! God no. Like I said, it wasn't a nightmare."
"Oh." Kim flushed a little in pleasure, though she wasn't exactly sure
how much of a compliment it was that Shego would find her death
nightmarish. It wasn't exactly a statement of undying love, after all.
"But you were, uh... you were pregnant."
"Not by DRAKKEN!" Kim actually sat up in bed, making a face, then
immediately felt bad. The idea was still quite disturbing, but she felt
guilty to react so strongly now that he was dead.
"Nuh-uh. Again, not a nightmare."
"Sure." Kim flopped back again, trying to calm down. "So whose was it,
"Um. ... Mine."
"Yup. Mine. And I got all pissed at him and beat him up. Then I quit
villainy so I could take care of you and the kids."
"Uh. Kids as in plural?"
"Yeah. Twins. ... Kinda goofy names, but considering my family, who'm I
"I and my rhyme scheme siblings have nothing to condemn, I suppose. So,
wow, you really quit villainy?"
"Yeah. And there was a sassy talking plane and a big dramatic wedding
and all that. Like I said, weird, like some kind of sitcom."
"Dreams are like that," Kim acknowledged, shaking her head against the
"I know. ... Still..."
"Hm?" Kim turned her head towards the phone, as if that would somehow
let her get a look at the expression on Shego's face, despite the
green-skinned woman being quartered at the other end of the hall.
"There were times where it felt really... good. Like, really good."
"... Yeah." Shego paused again, before continuing, her tone very soft.
"I know it's mushy, and unrealistic, but somehow holding something in my
arms that was part you and part me made me feel..." There was a moment
of quiet, before she finished with. "I don't know that I can even
describe it now that I'm awake."
"Maybe your biological clock's just ticking," Kim teased gently, though
she imagined that the look on her face was unbearably gooey at the moment.
"Heh. Maybeso. Hope it doesn't make me sound like some stalkery freak
to be talking about us having kids when we don't even... er..."
"No. It doesn't." Kim paused, then added quickly, "I mean, dreams are
dreams, you don't have any control over them. But maybe... I mean... do
you think we should talk about this thing between us?"
"It... is kind of easier, over the phone," Shego admitted, sounding
slightly relieved. "I don't have to... well, smell and feel you all over
"Is it really that intense for you?"
Shego was silent for a few seconds before venturing, "Promise not to
"Promise to do my best," Kim replied honestly.
"Okay. ... Sometimes I wanna... eat you."
Kim blinked, unsure of whether to blush or barricade her door. "Uh."
"Er, maybe that's too strong. I mean..." She heard Shego exhale
strongly, pictured her pacing back and forth with that sleek, deadly
grace that had either always been her nature or had been endowed to her
with the changes to her body. "I seriously do sometimes want to... have
my teeth in you, or drag my nails or claws or whatever along your skin.
It's like the way that I want you... y'know... WANT you..."
"Yeah." She was definitely blushing now.
"Well, it gets all mixed up with this animal thing in me. The part that
wants me to eat raw meat and run down anyone that seems nervous. By the
way, could you tell sidekick boy to either grow a spine or stay out of
my way? Every time he crosses my path I want to tackle him and shake him
like a bottled frappucino."
"I'll make a note of it," Kim replied dryly, now more amused than
"But it's definitely this want for violence mixed into... the other
stuff. Like that kiss..."
"Yeah." Kim nodded, smiling. "Yeah, I definitely get that."
She listened to Shego take a few deep breaths, finding she somehow
enjoyed the sound of the other woman breathing.
"It worries me, though," Shego finally admitted. "I mean, far be it
from me to say no to a bit of rough nookie..."
"Nookie?" Kim covered her smile with one hand, despite the fact that
Shego wouldn't be able to see it anyway.
"Yeah yeah. Thing is... I don't wanna think about that being... it."
"It?" Kim blinked, confused, then gave a soft 'hm'. "You mean you don't
want to think about just being an animal in the sack?"
"To put it bluntly, which is my favorite way, yes."
"Shego, are you saying you'd like to... cuddle?" The redhead actually
smiled so wide it hurt a little.
"Rub it in, why don't you?" Shego sighed. "But something like that. But
then, every time I touch you, it's like trying to hold a tiger back with
Kim took a deep breath, and let it out, closing her eyes. "Shego, I'm
sorry if I've been pushing you. It's not really fair, I know. I can't
really understand what you're going through, and it's just not fair to
think because I'm suddenly ready to handle it, that you are."
"... Thanks, Pum-... Kim. That means a lot to me. ... Honest."
"I know it does. You only call me Kim when you really mean it." The
younger woman smiled again. "Forget what I said the other day. Call me
whatever you like usually... save my name for when you really mean it."
"Okay. You got it." The richness and warmth that had entered Shego's
voice was one of the more rewarding sounds of Kim's young life, moreso
at the positively purring tone of the added, "Kim."
"Now who's pressing?" the redhead murmured, turning over again and
pressing her face into the pillow.
"Mm. Got any thoughts on a new supervillainous plan, by the way?"
Kim sighed, the reminder cooling her building ardor nicely. She raised
her head, propping her chin on one forearm. "Not a one."
"Could I make a suggestion?"
"Sure, I guess."
"Your little computer nerd was griping all yesterday about something a
computer company was doing with their new release."
Kim wracked her brain for a moment, before nodding. "Right, the new
iVeggie. Comes in twelve decorative colors, from pickle to carrot."
"I did some checking, turns out a caravan of trucks is shipping a bunch
of them out on Thursday. Might as well paint a big target on 'em saying
'Supervillain who needs crayon-colored computers, rob us'."
"You... want me to steal computers?"
"Yeah. From another supervillain."
Kim blinked, then grinned. "You mean, wait until some other
supervillain steals them, then steal them from -him-?"
"Yup. And then we can decide from there what to do with 'em."
It had possibilities. Kim mulled it over. Poor schools with a room
suddenly converted to a computer lab in the middle of the night? They'd
have a dickens of a time figuring out how to keep the school from
getting in trouble if someone found out the computers were stolen.
Still, even the idea itself was starting to give her other ideas.
Supervillains came up with wacky devices that had theoretically
beneficial uses all the time, after all, so stealing from them could
definitely lead to some villainous heroics.
"I'll think about it. It's definitely a neat idea. Thanks, Shego."
"Like you say, Princess, so not the drama."
"How's it feel?" Punk asked, hands resting on her hips as she watched
Babs slowly move around the room.
The redheaded woman was naked save for the silvery bands wrapped around
her torso and legs. A thin metal collar surrounded her neck, a squarish
bulge on the back displaying a few blinking lights and plugin ports. A
broad silver band ran down the length of her spine, with a similar,
though much thinner one running down her front from the collar and going
between her breasts. Her midsection was encased almost completely,
bolstering the damaged section of her spine, with more bands coming down
her hips all the way to her ankles, the occasional strip of metal
wrapped around her thighs and calves.
She was still moving slowly, but Punk thought a lot of it was probably
due to amazement at being on her feet again after spending a fair chunk
of her adult life in a wheelchair.
"It feels... good," Babs allowed after a moment, standing still and
twisting a bit. "Kind of stiff, but I think I just need to get used to it."
"Gotta say, I'm impressed." Punk walked over and rested her hands on
the redhead's chrome-encased waist. "I figured it was gonna look like
one of those robot suits out of the old cartoons. You could wear this
under your costume, let alone normal clothes."
Babylon nodded, looking down at herself again, too absorbed in this
miracle to even think about blushing due to her nudity and the other
woman's proximity. The bitterness, however, wasn't that easy to shake
off, and she scowled a little as she wondered how long Dr. Rexton's son
would have been the only one to benefit from this technology if GJ
hadn't snagged it to put one of their temporary agents in the field.
However, as the door started to slide open, she quickly grabbed the
robe off of the back of a nearby chair and hauled it on. Modesty had
worn away just a little after years of necessity with medical
professionals and personal trainers, and Punk's easygoing, genial nature
made it easy to feel fairly at-ease with her. But when she saw who was
walking in, she was quite glad she'd covered up.
The moment she'd wheeled into the Global Justice base, she knew that
her sponsor and the director had a history. And whatever that history
was, it resulted in the short-haired woman looking at Babs with
something approaching hatred. She sincerely doubted it had anything to
do with her disability, since the look only intensified whenever Dr.
Director was looking at Punk herself. No, Dr. Director despised her
because Punk had brought her here. Somehow, Babs doubted she'd be asked
to stay on when Punk's little operation was completed.
"Is she ready?" Dr. Director asked coolly, her manner professional and
coldly civil, despite the anger burning in her eye.
"Almost. I'll take her through some workouts throughout the day... Ken
even said he'd help. We'll rest in the afternoon, and make the hit tonight."
"And when do you plan to actually find Kim Possible's hideout?" Dr.
Director queried, in a tone that said she clearly thought she was
sticking a pin in Punk's balloon and thoroughly enjoying it.
"I did that this morning before I came down to the lab," Babs
volunteered, keeping her expression carefully neutral as the one-eyed
woman shot her a surprised and annoyed look. "It was easy, if you know
where to look."
She couldn't deny that she got a thrill out of the fact that Dr.
Director looked like she wanted to strangle her. If the haughty bitch
was going to hate her, she might as well give her a reason other than
who'd brought her around.
"Very well," Dr. Director said after a moment, voice tight. "Thank you,
Miss Cordon. ... Punk," she acknowledged with a nod of the head, control
of her temper obviously frayed, as she turned and walked out of the room.
The door had barely closed before Punk gave a whoop of laughter and
threw her arms around the redhead. "Goddamn, girl! You know how to push
buttons on more than a computer!"
Babs grinned, actually putting her arms lightly around Punk's middle.
"What can I say? You're a bad influence."
"Damn right I am." Punk smirked and drew back, rubbing a thumb across
one of the marks on her face. "I like you, Babs. For the first time
since before I went up, feels like I've got a friend."
Babylon blinked, then nodded slowly. "Yeah. I... guess I haven't said
how grateful I am for you getting me this opportunity and... everything.
But also... yeah, I think we're friends. Already." A smile gradually
curled her lips. "Or maybe we both just like taking strips out of
Something ghosted across Punk's features, her own smile fading a
little. "Yeah. Maybe. But lay off the thing about the eye, alright?"
"... Sure." Babs dipped her head, acknowledging that there was
apparently a line there she'd crossed inadvertently. After all, she
wouldn't exactly want someone calling her 'Limpy', so that made sense.
"Forget about it. C'mon, Babs, get suited up. Me'n'the ninja are gonna
put you through the wringer for a few hours before lunch."
Babylon's own smile returned, full force. "Can't wait."
"-and that's the news," DNAmy said in a tone that didn't have the full
measure of her usual cheeriness behind it. "It's possible... but not
very... that I could restore Shego back to the way she was before, and
slightly more possible to just make her a normal human again. But even
those would require months and months of research, slowed down by the
fact that Shego's the only subject we have, soooo no clinical trials!"
Kim sighed, rubbing her face with both hands. "Thanks, Amy. Keep at it
a little longer, at least?"
"Well, dear, I don't mind doing the work, really. I do feel a tad
responsible, and what was done to her isn't terribly cute, after all."
With a smile, Kim nodded. "Thanks. And thanks for the other
"Well you're very welcome, dearie!"
Kim strode out of DNAmy's lab, hands clasped behind her back, gaze
distant. Amy had been very helpful about pointing out other villains who
were working with genetics, including one that worked almost exclusively
with plants. If Kim could get ahold of some of his inventions, it
sounded like she could sneak completely drought-resistant plants and
desert-blooming crops into any number of stricken countries. Which, of
course, would have violated more laws about national sovereignty and
genetic tampering than she'd have ever been allowed to get away with
before, but that wasn't exactly a concern anymore.
The news about Shego was less encouraging, but at least it was some
mark of progress, no longer a vague hope, but a definite possibility,
albeit a slim and far-off one. She wondered what her villainous sidekick
and semi-girlfriend would think of the idea that it would actually be
easier to go back to being a normal human than to go back to her regular
"Kim!" Wade called as he hurried up, looking agitated. "Why was Shego
asking me how easy it would be to eradicate serial numbers from iVeggies?"
"Uh," Kim replied intelligently, blinking. Not only had she been
shocked out of her own musings, but she'd been confronted with what
might not be an entirely favorable reaction to a supervillain plot she
hadn't even made a decision on yet.
"Kim!" Ron's voice sounded rather panicked as he hurried up from the
opposite direction. "I just had this thought, and it was kinda like a
memory, about something you maybe were trying to tell me the other day,
but it was ridiculous, but could you maybe tell me it wasn't true?"
"Kissy-kissy," Rufus chirped from Ron's pocket.
Kim shot the naked mole rat a venomous look, then looked up at Ron
again, clearing her throat to buy time as she tried to figure out
exactly what to say that wouldn't have him passing out and hitting his
head on the floor.
"Kim." A hallway door opened, Dr. Possible stepping out. "I was
wondering, have you had a chance to think about what we were talking
"Uh." Kim's eyes widened, shooting a glance between Ron and her mother,
and adding Wade in as an afterthought.
"Ah, excuse me, Miss Possible." Hego raised a hand as he walked up,
flanked by his younger brothers. "I wanted to ask when we might actually
be doing something? After all, we've been waiting around for awhile now."
"Uh." Kim shrank in on herself just a little, getting the distinct
feeling she was surrounded. In fact, she was beginning to hope that
something, anything, would come along to distract from the sudden
barrage of questions.
The lights abruptly took on a reddish tinge, alarms sounding from
hidden speakers. Shego's voice almost immediately joined the cacophony,
calling, "We've got uninvited guests!"
One of these days, Kim thought as she turned and ran down the hallway,
she'd learn to be careful what she wished for.
Shego snarled, quite literally, at the board in front of her, lip
lifting on one side to reveal a fang as her gaze swept across the
screens, which were showing only static.
"This is never a good sign," she growled to herself. She hated not
getting at least a glimpse of what was about to start trying to come
through the heavily shielded door in front of her, especially
considering that it had come through three of them already.
It started with a faint shrieking sound, and Shego's head snapped up as
it grew louder and louder, a tortured screaming that just kept getting
worse as what looked disturbingly like frost edged itself up over the
inside of the door. The howl of metal under extreme cold came to an
abrupt end as the door exploded inward, Shego ducking behind the counter
as ice and steel flew threw the air.
"Knock knock," Punk called, shaking off her hand as she strode forward,
yellow eyes sweeping the room, then locking on the hint of movement as
Shego stood up. Grinning, she walked forward, Ken and Ice Princess
flanking her, Ferretgirl drawing up the rear. "You must be Shego."
"You've heard of me. Pity I can't say the same about you," the
green-skinned woman replied, stepping out from behind the console and
taking up a stance opposite the feline-featured intruder.
"I'm probably just before your time. But playtime's over." Punk's smile
turned into a smirk, eyes narrowing. "I won't bother telling you to go
quiet. That wouldn't be any fun."
"Oh, so you're a masochist."
"Some say. But we're here to haul you and your girl back to face
Betsy's tender mercies. And frankly, you're outclassed. So any time you
wanna lay down and go unconscious, it's okay by me."
"Sorry, but I'm not gonna be as easy as your usual dates," Shego
replied, her lip curling, though the difference between that and her
earlier snarl was a hair's breadth.
"Oo. Relationship jabs. Nice. Very nice." Punk chuckled softly, then
took a step back. "Go."
Ice Princess took a step forward and swept her arm up as if rolling a
ball, ice spikes bursting from the floor in a long line sweeping right
at Shego. Snarling, Shego backflipped away from the deadly wall of
frost, landing and immediately swiping her hands at the pair of throwing
stars curving through the air to come at her from both sides, the
sharpened metal deflecting off the claws in her gloves and the green
glow surrounding her hands.
Another wall of ice spikes was roaring right at her, and this time
Shego leapt upwards, legs together and swinging around to move through a
slower flip, giving the last spike time to form so that she could brace
her feet against its surface. She felt her feet start to slip, but even
through her boots her toes curled and her feet shifted in such a way
that she had purchase for the part of a moment that she needed it.
Launching forward, hurtling less than an inch over the top of the
glinting points of the spikes, Shego drew back her fist and tensed her
All Ice Princess really had time to see was Shego's face twisted in a
feral snarl and then a very rapidly incoming fist before she was hurled
backwards by the force of the blow, actually spinning around until her
head clunked on the floor before she skidded across to almost touch the
Shego slowly rose out of the low crouch she'd landed in, nostrils
flaring with every hard breath. Normally, she'd be hitting her stride
with quips about now, all smarm and sass. But she was distracted by the
feel of her blood rushing through her veins, or at least it seemed like
she could feel it... she felt like she was in motion even though she was
standing still. Her eyes, now rimmed by yellow rather than white and
with thin, vertical pupils, slid back and forth between Punk and Ken.
Her upper lip curled, baring a fang again.
Punk's own expression had gone decidedly grim, but at least she wasn't
betraying the distinct chill she'd felt run up and down her spine. She'd
had a long time to consider just what her face might have looked like
just before she'd reduced twenty men to spare parts, and she couldn't
shake the feeling that it had looked something like that.
Across the room, Ferret Girl grinned a little bitterly at the
information scrolling by on her laptop's screen, cables running from it
and into the guts of a console she'd pulled the face off of. The first
minute or so had been a relative breeze, with extremely good firewalls
and defenses, but nothing she couldn't have taken care of after being
awake for thirty hours and having a severe headcold. Then the system had
apparently started to defend itself rather more effectively. Mr. Away
must have found himself somewhere to hunker down and defend his system,
and that was just fine by her.
'Alright, Wade. You've been fiddling with gruntwork for a cheerleader
and IT contracts for big business for awhile. Let's see if you've still
got some authentic hacker chops.'
Kim Possible sounded almost pleased as she burst into the room, and
Punk had to suppress a grin that cut through some of her sense of
danger. The kid either wasn't taking this seriously enough, or she'd
settled in much faster than expected.
"But I don't remember inviting any of you to a housewarming!" the
redhead finished as she came to a stop, posing with her hands on her
hips. She looked good. The blonde with the bald rat on his shoulder
trying to strike some sort of Hong Kong Cinema pose behind her wasn't
quite as impressive.
"Just call us party-crashers," Punk answered breezily, taking a step
back and to the side and shrugging expansively, making sure she was
facing, at least in general, towards both Kim and Shego. "Heya, Red."
"You." Kim blinked, drawing up short as she parsed Punk's current
appearance with her voice and face. "What are -you- doing here?!"
"Betsy cracked open my container to shut you down. Sorry, Red, but
that's the way it's gotta be." Punk's grin faded. "This isn't the little
leagues anymore. People are gonna get hurt here if you want to do it the
hard way, too."
"I'm handling this, Princess," Shego growled, her fingers clenching
into fists a few times. "They aren't anything I can't kick right back out."
The redheaded teenager looked at Shego, perhaps picking up on the fact
that she didn't sound quite normal, herself. Then she looked back at
Punk, grinning a little grimly. "You heard the lady. Shoo."
Punk stared at Kim for long moments, as if silently asking her
something. Kim didn't intend to provide any particular answer, but the
pink-haired fighter apparently found one there anyway. Something almost
like pain flickered across her features, before she nodded.
"Okay. We can do it like that."
She suddenly burst into motion, leaping into the air so fast that she
was almost a blur. Kim, Ron, and Shego's eyes widened, and Shego jerked
into motion to grab for Punk, only to twist at the last second and
narrowly avoid a slash from the ninja-to Ken had whipped from its sheath
on his back.
Kim threw herself backwards, Ron yelping and taking a flying leap to
the side to keep her from tripping over him. Punk's fist slammed into
the floor where Kim had been standing a moment before, the metal plate
cratering and peeling up from its fastenings at the edge, almost as if
it were trying to curl around Punk's hand. The pink-haired woman was
upright immediately, twirling in a spinkick that narrowly missed Kim's
nose as the redhead continued to stumble back and away. A punch came at
her face and she barely dodged to the side, shaky and off-balance, and
unable to do a thing about the follow-up jab that took her in the
stomach and actually lifted her off her feet.
Kim's eyes widened, pupils contracting, her mouth opening wide in a cry
of pain that instead came out as a short, ragged cough flecked with
spittle. She felt some shift in Punk's grip, and then the world went
topsy-turvy as she went flying through the air to one side, everything
jarring to an abrupt and painful halt before she slid to the ground.
Some analytical part of her brain was trying to inform her that Punk had
just thrown her into a wall, but the rest of her's general thought
processes could be best described as a faint whimper.
Punk didn't take time to gloat, even if she'd wanted to. This was
necessity, it wasn't fun... all the more shame. But more importantly,
she had a wrathful Monkey Kung Fu master in her face throwing a
blistering combination of punches that would have overwhelmed anyone who
wasn't genetically enhanced. Punk ducked and weaved as Ron's punches
flew at her head and upper body, though she was relying on blocks for
the most part, feeling the mysticism-empowered strikes bruise and break
skin under her jacket, the abrasions fighting a losing battle to heal
under the heady assault. She heard a horrible, angry sound from off to
the side, but put it aside as something she just couldn't give her full
attention at the moment.
A blur of color caught her eye, the sense of incoming danger giving her
just enough time to turn her head as it passed. A long, thin line of red
opened up along her cheek going just under her eye for just long enough
to allow a tiny blob of crimson to fly into the air before it closed up.
Punk risked a glance over her shoulder for long enough to see a
snarling naked mole rat coiled on the floor as if ready to pounce, and
wasn't sure whether to laugh or just be really impressed. The thing had
almost taken out her eye! No, that deserved being accredited with
"threat" status. She dropped back a half-step before ducking into a low,
sweeping kick, trying to smack the thing with her heel, and wasn't
terribly surprised when it leapt over the strike easily. Stoppable tried
to follow up with a rising kick that she knocked off-balance with the
back of one hand before snapping her other in a hard palm-strike at his
shoulder. Ron was able to go limp and move with it enough to keep her
from breaking his shoulder, but he was off-balance and falling backwards.
The pink-haired mutant snagged his ankle and whirled, hauling him up
and giving him a toss, intercepting his pet who had been making another
leap for her face, and sending them both to thud, skip, and slide across
the floor before coming to an uncomfortable stop against one of the
walls of ice spikes.
Then she whirled around to deal with the worst threat yet.
Shego had heard a loud slam that was usually accompanied with bending
metal, and it worried her. It didn't, however, worry her enough to take
her eyes off of the ninja trying to turn her into a cut of sushi with
He was fast. Even if the sword wasn't his specialty, if she didn't have
the freakish animal mutation running through her veins like the world's
biggest adrenalin rush, she'd have lost at least one limb by now. As it
was, she was being extremely hard-pressed, reacting more to instinct
telling her where the threat was coming from than the actual visual of
the blade cutting the air.
The ninja-to glanced off her green-glowing hands, or more exactly the
concealed metal of the sewn-in claws, again and again, sending up tiny
showers of emerald-auraed sparks. She snarled, both in anger and
desperation, as the strikes kept falling like rain, Ken's face impassive
and cold through the veil of his long hair. Dammit, she had to figure
out how to take the offensive!
Then a scent hit her so powerfully it was like a physical blow. Pain.
The entire room was flooded with a well-known smell twisted and sour
with agony. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Shego turned her head at a
crawl, just in time to watch Kim slam against a wall and slide slowly to
the ground, a few smears of red left in her path down the vertical surface.
It was like every nerve in her skin suddenly cut off. She was immersed
in her dark ocean, neither hot nor cold nor feeling anything, but still
awake. She turned her head back towards Ken, eyes still wide with shock
and horror, but not directed at the blade that seemed to be inching
inexorably towards her shoulder.
Then, not slow in the slightest, her eyes snapped to narrow slits. Her
hand shot upward, the edge of the ninja-to cutting through the palm of
her glove and sliding into the skin and muscle beneath almost to the
bone. Blood slid down black leather as Shego curled her fingers around
the blade. Normally, she would have been pleased to see that cool
impassiveness replaced by shock on Ken's face.
But the creature did not know pleased. It only knew rage.
With a cry that was half woman's scream and half beast's roar, Shego
slammed her free hand against the flat of the ninja-to, metal shattering
under the blow like glass under a hammer, shards of silver dancing
through the air. Shego's fist, still gripping a third of the blade,
lurched into motion from its prior position and slammed across Ken's jaw.
The ninja staggered back, feeling blood fill his mouth and several of
his teeth come loose. But to his credit, he actually dodged the next
slash that would have taken his face off and blocked a hard knee at his
side with both hands. He did a short backflip, snapping his feet to clip
Shego under the jaw and send her stumbling back a few steps. He
quick-stepped back several paces, hand diving across his body and then
slashing out, throwing a tight arc of three shuriken at the
Shego's arm snapped up, preceding a trio of low *shnk* sounds as a
point of each shuriken slammed home and buried itself in her muscle and
bone. She didn't even slow in her charge, slashing with her still-free
hand and making Ken dodge wildly, then swinging a wild haymaker with the
fist still clutching part of his sword blade. He ducked the punch, but
the opposite points of his own shuriken tore across his chest and
unbalanced him, sending him crashing to the floor. Shego pivoted and
snapped her foot as if kicking a soccer ball, launching Ken across the
floor to slam against the edge of a computer console.
But the creature had only been eliminating the immediate threat so that
it could focus on its real goal. Opening her hand and whipping it to one
side to dislodge the shattered blade, Shego whirled towards Punk, her
own claws bursting through the tips of her gloves, the metal inserts
falling to the floor or hanging by threads. With another howl of fury,
she launched herself at the one who had attacked her mate.
If that shriek of hatred hadn't alerted her and gotten her turning
faster, Punk would have taken Shego's strike right in the back and been
knocked on her face. As it was, the black-haired bundle of fury slammed
against her front and knocked her to her back, Punk giving her own yowl
of pain as Shego's claws dug deep into the muscles of her shoulders,
blood actually spurting out around the feral woman's thumbs where they
penetrated in front.
Shego's head raised and her mouth opened, baring her elongated fangs,
and Punk quickly shoved a hand upward and under her assailant's chin.
Despite her formidable strength, her hand shook with the effort to keep
Shego's head from descending, the green-skinned woman tossing her head
in her effort so sink her teeth into her enemy.
Punk managed to get her other hand up against Shego's shoulder, trying
to push the hissing green-skinned fury off of her, but Shego simply
tightened her hold, sinking her claws deeper into Punk's shoulders. The
pink-haired woman's face twisted in pain, her own gritted teeth bared.
Kim got a hand under herself, slowly pushing her pain-wracked body
upwards, her hair falling around her face. She'd managed not to throw up
so far, though it was a very close thing, more to do with not having
much to eat that day. Hugging her stomach with one arm, she raised her
head, eyes widening at the sight of Punk and Shego tussling on the
floor, Punk obviously trying to keep Shego from delivering a poisonous
bite. Further across the room, Ron was staggering to his feet, a tiny,
unsteady blob of pink on his shoulder.
The redhead drew in a deep breath, regretted it, then quickly focused
on what she was doing, pulling out her Kimmunicator and hitting the
quick-call button. "Wade," she forced out in a weak croak.
"Kind of busy here, Kim," Wade's voice answered tersely.
"They're too tough for us. Evacuate."
"... Alright. I'll tell everyone else to get out," Wade replied before
closing the channel.
Some other time, Kim might have wondered about his specific phrasing.
But she saw that the white-clad teenager that had been on the ground
when she came in was starting to sit up, and the black-clad ninja had
actually gotten to his feet and was walking unsteadily towards where
Shego and Punk were tangling, a tanto gripped in one hand. Though that
was foremost on her mind, Kim also noticed a brown-clad woman bent over
one of the computers. (Wait... was that Ferret Girl? ... Perhaps all the
straight-out weirdness wasn't out of her life just yet.)
Shoving herself upward and forward, Kim shouted, "Ron! Stop the
ferret!" She was forcing herself forward almost purely on momentum of
that first shove off of the ground, moving on an intercept course. Ken
turned towards her just in time for her palm to slam across his already
bruised jaw and stagger him. Doing her best to ignore the wave of nausea
the motion caused, Kim swung into a high spin-kick, Ken doing his own
unsteady twirl back and away from it. The black metal of his knife
darted out as Kim returned to facing him, slicing open the front of her
shirt and leaving a tiny red line across her skin from just above her
bellybutton to just below her collarbone.
Kim threw herself forward into the opening left by his slash, slamming
her palm against the bloody gash on his chest, twisting her hand, and
shoving hard, the pain and the force of the push knocking him backwards
again. Resisting the urge to put a hand to the papercut-like slash along
her torso and consoling herself with the knowledge that at least he
hadn't cut all the way through her shirt and she'd still retained her
modesty. Shoving such thoughts aside, Kim turned around to face her next
"Shego! Shego, come on! We've got to get out of here!"
Ferret Girl glanced up, then yelped at the sight of a foot coming at
her face. She stumbled back a half-step to dodge it before forcing
herself to stay calm and think of what Punk and Ken had taught her. It
was a basic set of moves, but it had everything she needed. 'Just think
of it like a set of hacking tools!' she thought desperately as Ron swung
a fist at her chest.
She turned the strike away with her forearm against his and whirled
away, moving to the side, dodging that way further as he snapped a kick
towards her. She shoved her own foot in a kick towards his feet, making
him hop back, and closed the gap, arriving back at her original spot and
typing in a fevered barrage of commands on her laptop.
The weakened Ron came back in, trying for another high-speed barrage of
monkey-punches, Ferret Girl quickly backing up and holding her forearms
up to block, before snapping a high kick up and forcing him back again,
letting her type in another series of commands. Ron swore and tried to
duck back in, but she held him off with hard swipes of her stiffened
hand, forcing him to stay at a distance long enough for her to type in
one last furious string of data.
Rufus leapt at her with a tiny battle cry, only to have it turn into a
yelp as the costumed redhead yanked him out of the air, boinked his head
against the enter key, and tossed him.
"Rufus!" Ron cried, leaning over to catch his friend safely, and not
seeing the laptop descend on his head with a loud crash.
Ferret Girl actually winced a little at the sight of Ron laying on the
floor, her laptop cracked in half over his head, a goofy expression on
his face as his pet patted his cheek in attempts to rouse him from his
dazed state. ... She'd rather liked that laptop.
But time was now of the essence. Leaping over Ron's prone form, Ferret
Girl hurried down the hallway, following the layout of the lair she'd
uncovered and memorized in the cyberspace war she'd been waging since
"Shego! Shego, don't do it!" Kim grabbed the back of Shego's jumpsuit,
tugging on it. "Don't kill her! We're leaving!"
Shego snarled. She could hear her mate's voice, and it was penetrating
the haze of her fury somewhat, but the scent of pain and blood was just
as strong as ever, and she was being driven to destroy the one that had
caused it, to bite and rip and tear until it just didn't exist the way
it used to.
Punk grit her teeth harder, then twisted hard and got her foot against
Shego's stomach, screaming as she kicked hard and forced the other
woman's claws to shred their way out of her shoulders, the force of the
shove enough to knock Shego into Kim and send them both sprawling.
Grunting, Punk forced herself to her feet, her arms hanging nearly limp
and fingers twitching spastically. Luckily, Shego seemed to be having
some problems deciding whether to get up and attack or wrap herself
protectively around Kim, and the redhead's struggles and confused
protests weren't having much effect either way. If she was lucky she
might be able to make a fist and swing her arm by the time Shego decided
one way or the other.
She raised her head, starting to check for the positions of her other
foes, and saw the Stoppable kid laying out on the floor, with Ken
kneeling at his side. She blinked as she saw that he was raising his
tanto, then swore loudly.
"Ken, goddammit, don't!"
Unfortunately, harsh language was about all she'd be able to use. This
was supposed to be a smash-up job, not a slaughter! She started forward,
willing her slashed muscles to heal faster, but knowing that there was
no way she was going to be able to keep the ninja from killing Ron.
Wade bent over the console in the small, dark room, sweat pouring down
his face. He hadn't had this formidable a challenge to his skills in
years. Some of the traits of his opponent were eerily familiar, but they
also seemed to be using a little of everything from a dozen other
different, highly-skilled hackers. These were tricks he'd only seen once
or twice himself, ever! It was taxing his own considerable repertoire to
keep coming up with counters for them.
His head snapped up as the door slid open, wondering if Kim had
returned. He'd put Hego and Wego in charge of getting everyone else out
of the base, and neither of them should have needed to return for more
directions. But he stared as he realized it was a distinctly unfamiliar
person in the doorway, wearing... a Ferret Girl costume?
"Hello, TuxedoNewb," Ferret Girl said with amusement in her voice,
stepping forward enough that the light of the hallway didn't cast her
Wade's eyes felt like they were stretching to the size of dinner
"Been awhile. Guess you outgrew those beginner tricks and the test
Wade's gaze flicked back and forth between the screen and the intruder.
"But... I was fighting right up until you came in the door!"
"Macros. I preprogrammed some of my tricks. Gambled on what you'd do,
that it'd hold you in place long enough for me to get here."
He wilted a little, feeling like somebody's grandparent who'd just been
handed a Binux server. Fooled by preprogrammed instructions! Was it
possible she'd become that much better than him, when they'd practically
been newbs together?! No, it had to be random chance! He glanced at the
console near her, then quickly turned back to his own board. The duel
would be harder with her so much closer to the main functions, but he'd
show her yet!
Ferret Girl blinked, then actually looked sad. "Wade. Don't touch that
Wade glanced at her, then saw that she was coming closer to him, rather
than heading for another computer terminal. "Whoa! Hey! Synthodrones,
The hulking humanoids stepped from the corners of the room, walking
towards the costumed redhead and grabbing for her arms. Ferret Girl
grabbed something from her belt, shoving it against the first
synthodrone to touch her, then raking it across the second one as it
grabbed her arm. The little flip-open knife only had a three-inch blade,
but it was plenty sharp enough to cut through the material of the
synthodrone suits and let their liquid essence pour out onto the floor.
Shaking a bit of green slime off her glove, Ferret Girl stalked
forward, then brought the knife up. "Wade. I don't want to hurt you. But
I have to destroy this database. Move aside."
Wade stared at the knife, trembling. For long moments, he dug for the
courage to fight back, to try and knock it out of her hand, to just
refuse, to believe she was bluffing and call it.
Then some synthodrone liquid collected at the point, gradually
lengthening and extending down, until it separated and fell to the
control panel with a distinctly bloodlike spatter. Tears running down
his face, Wade scooted away from the computer console and let his former
friend go to work.
Ken heard Punk shout behind him, but ignored her. What was supposed to
be a simple smash-up had wound up humiliating and injuring him, and
someone was going to die for it. This one, by all accounts, was of minor
importance. He would probably be able to get away with it.
Then he heard the word "Betrayer!" shouted in his own language, and
felt a foot slam into the same side of his jaw that had already taken
two hard blows. His last thought before his head hit the side of a
workstation and his consciousness fled was that he would probably need
Ron groaned and raised his head, staring at a black-clad form that
seemed to loom over him. As his vision slowly focused, one hand rising
towards what looked a lot like a sword hilt over one of its shoulders.
Since he didn't think he could stand let alone fight, he was rather
relieved when the hand gripped the edge of a ninja mask and lifted it
away instead, revealing smooth honey skin and a fall of dark hair.
"Many apologies for being late, but it is your honor to be saved just
in the nick of time," the Japanese girl replied cheerfully, sketching a
quick bow, before smiling and offering Ron a hand.
Taking the offer, Ron managed to pull himself up into a seated position
before dizziness got too bad and he had to stay as he was. "Dang. I'd
say that we're definitely gonna win now, but I don't wanna jinx it!"
"Oh, Stoppable-san, you and your silly American superstitions," Yori
Her laughter cut off with a sudden gasp as something glistening and
ruby-colored burst from just below her left shoulder, small droplets of
her blood spraying across Ron's horrified expression. Yori's head turned
slowly, looking down at the point jutting from her body, a few bits of
steam rising from it.
"Stoppable... san..." she whispered, staggering a half-step forward
before falling into Ron's lap, revealing the numerous smaller icicles
embedded in her back.
One hand still extended and wafting frost from the palm, Ice Princess
smirked from her semi-slumped state. "Everybody loves ninjas, huh?"
"Yori!" Ron screamed, wrapping his arms around the still form in his
lap, white showing all the way around his eyes. "YORI!"
-End Part Five
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