Disclamer: I don't own Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, or anyone else from the show. if I owned them we would have a forth season.
The Return of Bad Boy
"So then, after the butterfly population gets large enough they will begin to block the light from the sun! Then…" Shego tuned out and returned her attention to her magazine as Drakken continued his spiel. Why does he bother? she wondered resignedly. Even if his plans weren't completely stupid Kim Possible and that buffoon would just charge in and 'save the day.' She paused, that buffoon…He had actually been a really good villain; smart and resourceful…and frightening. He had been so confident, and it wasn't mere bravado. He had been one step ahead of her the whole time, and one step ahead of Kim Possible. In fact, if it hadn't been for Drakken's untimely intervention, Ron Stoppable, the buffoon, would have succeeded where Drakken had failed so many times: he would have taken over the world.
At a sudden burst of evil laughter from her blue-skinned boss Shego glanced up to see if he had finished rambling.
"And all the people will be stumbling around in the dark, unable to see the tips of their noses! Then I will…" Nope. The raven-haired beauty wondered, for the millionth time, why she was still hanging out with this guy. He wasn't smart, he wasn't good-looking, and he definitely wasn't going anywhere. From what she could tell, his latest plan had something to do with breading enough butterflies to block out the sun's light. It was, without a doubt, the stupidest plan yet, and it hadn't a chance of working, but there was no point in telling Drakken that.
Maybe she would have quit before now, but she couldn't find a single decent villain in need of a sidekick. Worse, her reputation had been going downhill steadily as Kim Possible usually managed to defeat her.
Drakken seemed to be drawing to a close.
"They will then name me as supreme ruler of the earth!" Drakken proclaimed exultantly. "Then I'll use a special spray to get rid of all the butterflies. Well, Shego, what do you think?" Shego looked at him sourly over her magazine. If I said even half of what I think, she mused, I'd be out on my ear.
Out loud she merely sighed and said, "This plan sounds stupider than usual, when do we start?" After Drakken had finished explaining that they would have to wait for his special butterflies to metamorphose, Shego retired to her room where she sat meditatively on her bed. She had the inklings of a plan, but it would take extreme caution and she still had to hammer out some of the details. It was going to be a long night.
"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" Ron Stoppable called as he poked his head through the partially open front door. Receiving no reply he glanced at the clock on the wall, almost nine. He'd stayed after school for cheer practice, and then gone to his new part-time job at the hardware store. He hated working, but after what his parents called 'the great wedding fiasco' he was lucky he had only been banished to the world of minimum wage.
Stumbling into the inky black kitchen Ron flipped on the light switch. Its harsh electric glare half blinded him for a second and as his eyes became accustomed to the light he noticed a note on the polished oak table. 'Ron,' it read in his mother's neat handwriting, 'we have gone to a staff party at the Luellen's. Don't stay up too late and leave the ice cream in the freezer.'
Ron sighed, and, dropping the note back in its former position, he headed for the stairs, swiping an apple from the bowl on the counter as he passed. For some reason he couldn't quite grasp he felt apprehensive this evening and wished his parents hadn't gone out. At least Rufus was here to keep him company. The little guy was probably napping in his room right now due to a 'no pets' rule at the hardware store. Ron had tried to explain that Rufus was family but the manager hadn't bought it.
Opening the door to his room Ron sighed, relaxing; this was his place. Admittedly it was a very messy place, but it was his through and through, and that was the way he liked it. Picking his way through the clothes, old plates and various other items that coated his floor, Ron made his way over to the naked pink rodent asleep on his pillow.
"Rufus," He crooned, stroking his pet's back with one finger, "I'm home. Look what I brought you." The little mole-rat opened one eye, then he opened the other in a flash at sight of the Bueno Nacho take-out bag in his owner's hand. Ron set the bag on his bed and watched the resulting carnage with an amused smile.
As he headed to his closet to find his pajamas Ron thought he saw a movement at the window out of the corner of his eye. He looked over but saw only the branches of the old oak tree that backed his house.
"Must have been my imagination," he muttered. The next instant, however, a small, round object came flying through the window to land on the carpet. Green smoke billowed up from it, making Ron gag at the sweet, cloying smell. Ron tried to hold his breath butit seemed like too much truble. The smell of the smoke no longer bothered him ether, instead it seemed soothing and relaxing. Then he found himself falling into soft velvety blackness as he lost controle of his limbs andcolapsed on the floor. Ron's last, lingering thought was I wonder if Rufus finished his naco.
As the smoke cleared a young woman in a tight-fitting black and green suit vulted through the window. In a buisnesslike way the woman slung Ron's prone form over her sholder, then she leaped gracefully out the window and back into the night.