I don't own Kim Possible, mores the pity, her, Shego and co belong to Disney.

A/N Wow thank you all for reviewing it is great to find out people think something I've written is worth reading and commenting on. So here is a second chapter. Please let me know what you think

Chapter Two – Getting to Russia.

I couldn't stop thinking about my Kimmie, all I know is that she was seriously injured. What the hell kind of update was that anyway? The faint stench of burning leather reached me and sighing I reined my powers in.

The plane was beautiful, the council of advisors had advocated a bigger slower jumbo type plane – it was more befitting my station apparently. I had pointed out that they were stuck up idiots and told Wade to build me the princess jet. Sleek, fast, dangerous and beautiful just like the woman she was named after. Although it was officially known as the KS4E jet (Kimmie & Shego 4 ever) shamefully pathetic I know thank God it was just me and Wade who knew that that was what it stood for. In my defence I had been a tad drunk when I came up with it, Wade was the one who put it on the paperwork. Kimmie would be a woman now, how much had she changed since I last saw her?

"John, have you managed to get hold of the captain in charge of the retrieval team yet?". John kept walking towards me glancing around the cabin as he approached, John had the all American look except when it came to his eyes. John's eyes showed the life he had lived, a life filled with sights people weren't meant to see and that few would believe. Working for evil and often unhinged genii had a tendency to leave its mark on you.

"Not yet boss, I'm beginning to wonder if someone is blocking us. I've asked the professor to see if he can get through".

"Well if anyone can get through he can". I tried to breathe deeply and unclench my fists, the last thing I needed was to set the jet on fire.

"Empress, don't fry me but are you ok? I haven't seen you lose it like that for a long time". I couldn't help the slightly hysterical laugh that escaped me.

"You only call me empress when you're scared or you think you should because of whose around. I know I'm the big bad , what with ruling the world but you really think I'd fry your ass? Surely you're not afraid of little old me?"

"Little and old are two words I'd never use to describe you boss, you forget I saw what you did to the last bloke who said 5'5 was little. The thing is I was your sidekick after you broke with Drakken and I worked as a henchman under you before that boss. Most things I know how you'll take it, how you'll react and how far you'll go, but when it comes to your Kim I'm not sure you have any limits".

"Neither am I if she dies... I'll kill every one of those bastards that touched her, if I have to sink Australia to win her heart I will." My reference to Drakken's bizarre desire made Johns lips twitch upwards.

"I care for her, more then I should I mean she's a goody two shoes cheerleader who can't take a hint and thinks cargo pants look good. I probably shouldn't have reacted like that with the messenger but with everything that's been happening and then the thought of Kim lying broken on a hospital bed well".

I shrugged I didn't regret what I had done exactly but it strangely annoyed me that I had burnt the wrong word on his cheek, since calming down a bit I had to admit it didn't seem likely he had been lying. Still incompetent probably wouldn't have fit. Besides I doubted any of the messengers would bring me such a poor excuse for an update after this.

"What if she's not interested?". I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. "I'm sorry Emp – boss I shouldn't have asked that". John was squirming in his seat now.

"Nah it's ok. I made a deal with Wade and I'll stick to it". At least when I think he could be listening anyway. "Going back on my word would be a big mistake. If I stick to the agreement I get a year to convince Kimmie that we should be together before he breaks her out. If I go back on it he'll break her out tomorrow".

John's eyebrows where high on his forehead and the question plain on his face so I decided to just save time and answer him. "Wade would know, probably before I did, think about it he designed this jet and dozens of other devices we use. You think he doesn't retain access and control? Most programmers leave themselves a back door and Wade doesn't just programme them, he builds them. He'd know, he'd break her out and then he'd cripple us. But more importantly then all that crap, I don't want Kim to be with me simply because she can't escape."

Which was a lie and I was willing to bet John knew it. Too many people would want princess in order to use her against me. She was never going to free of me especially since I got lumbered ruling the world because she couldn't get off her lazy ass and fight me. I figure she deserves some of the hassle I have to put up with.

"I would rather lose a limb and be forced to wear nothing but pink for the rest of my life then force princess to sleep with me". Which wasn't the same thing as forcing her to stay with me, sides Kimmie could be stubborn. It might take awhile for her to realise/accept that we should be together.

John nodded his head smiling slightly. I hoped it meant that he understood I wasn't going to rape her but that there was no way in hell I was letting her walk away. It would make it easier to move against nerdlinger if it became necessary. I didn't doubt that he'd programmed some surprises in case of him meeting with an accident. They would likely be less then what would happen if he actively went after me but well if it was choice between keeping Kimmie safe and with me or losing control of the world it was an easy one.

"She's going to need her own guards especially while she heals I'm guessing you'll want me to –".

"Mr. Walker, Prof Load is on the vid radio for you sir".

"About damn time". Leaping to my feet and letting out a growl of frustration I slipped past John, who wasn't moving anywhere near fast enough, and made my way into the cockpit.

Technology chirped and blinked in merry reassurance while the world streamed past the windows. Jumping slightly in his seat the co–pilot turned on the screen, while the lead pilot - Mark, another one who like John had been with me since the start, tried to hide his smirk.

Wades face appeared on the screen. Being taken seriously by the world and the passage of time had been good for him. He had gained some of the height needed to balance out the width of his shoulders and though he hadn't lost any of his pudginess it seemed to fit him better or perhaps he was just more comfortable with it, he was certainly more self confident.

"What took so fucking long Load, is it really Kimmie? How badly is she hurt?" God I hated how desperate my voice sounded.

Wade's face soften making him look more like the boy he use to be. Just what I needed pity from a teenager.

"Watch it Shego my mom's around here somewhere, she already thinks you're a bad influence on me without knowing your teaching me language like that".

I snorted "please is there any language left you can't swear in? And more importantly. What. About. Kimmie?" I tried to make the words menacing instead of pathetically desperate.

"I was really hoping that John was going to answer my call"

"Sorry it seems I can't run fast enough"

"Don't worry about it" sighing Wade looked down at the floor as if to enquire how he went about getting it to open up and swallow him. My heart was pounding please don't let her be dead, please.

"Boss you need to take a deep breath, your sweating plasma".

Refocusing I forced my heart and blood pressure to drop as I wiped my hand across my forehead, he was right there where drops of plasma on my glove. Shit I hadn't done this since I first got my powers, the more stressed I got, the more adrenalin in my system the greater the production of plasma in my body. It had been a great excuse to be lazy as a kid.

I kept my face blank as I licked the couple of drops of plasma off my glove. Inside me was the only safe place for the plasma to go at the moment. It wasn't like I could just wipe it off with a handkerchief.

"Look nerdlinger whatever the news is just tell me" my voice was soft but thankfully it sounded closer to my normal 'I'm a hard ass tone'.

"I've been able to confirm that they have found someone matching Kim's description, she's currently in surgery. Her condition is critical but their hopeful she'll make it through the operation".

My hands were shaking, I wanted to scream, blow something up and collapse all at the same time but I couldn't do any of those. So I did what I always do, I got angry.

"They best get a lot more then hopeful nerdlinger.

My plasma had blazed to life running up both my arms to the elbow. The co–pilot who had jumped earlier opened his mouth as if to speak but John's fanatic head shaking seemed to clue him into the fact it would be monumentally stupid to piss me off right now.

"If she dies not one of those doctors is ever going to see a golf course again unless I bury them alive under one. What the hell happened to her?" Wades voice was weary now.

"I don't know. Most of her injuries are consistent with a fight but some are definitely unrelated to the retrieval team. She is bleeding internally, her left lung has collapsed, several ribs and her left leg are broken and her right has multiple hairline fractures on top of which her skull is fractured. Oh and her right shoulder was dislocated, all of which could be accounted for by her fighting with the retrieval team. In addition she's apparently on the verge of starvation and has a large number of wounds in various states of healing some of which are infected. There's also a note saying the doctor was worried about her liver, their carrying out some blood tests.

I wasn't sure I was still breathing Jesus no wonder she was critical would she even live if she made it through the surgery? Would she die without me ever telling her that I loved her? No this was Kimmie she was a fighter and far too stubborn to let a bunch of crappy soldiers kill her. Shaking my head to clear my morbid thoughts I listened to Wade finish his report.

"I've been trying to get through to the captain of the RT but so far I haven't had any luck. The best I've been able to do was a private. He claimed to have been ordered, along with everyone else, by the captain not to discuss 'what did or did not happen on the mission'. I'm sorry Shego you're only an hour out now chances are you'll be able to pin him down before me but I'll keep trying".

He was looking at me expectantly and it took me a minute to realise he was expecting some kind of response from me. However my brain seemed real reluctant to work. Then what he had said sunk in and I was back on familiar ground as anger overtook shock.

"So the bastard knows or at least suspects what happened is enough to get him killed and he's trying to cover his tracks or run for it".

"That's one possibility. It might be he just believes the retrieval of Kim Possible to be so sensitive that he needs to maintain radio silence and make sure his people don't blab".

Hmm somehow I wasn't convinced that crispy captain was off the menu.

A/N I am a little sorry about this chapter I know it is a bit boring and slow, originally I was just going to skip the flight and get straight to Russia which I still think would probably have been better but I wanted to get a few things out of the way. I might end up cutting this chapter at some point. But anyway as I said Shego will get to Russia next chapter if people still want it to continue and that should be more eventful.