📖 Book #1 "The Lipsky Files: Present" Ch.1 "Still Here" [DrakkXGo T]
Set after the Kim Possible (2002) series finale, “Graduation,” and chronologically preceding both The Lipsky Files: Convergence and The Lipsky Files: Future.
The lab lights dimmed automatically at midnight.
Drakken noticed because they always did—and because he hadn’t turned them off himself.
He paused, hands hovering over the console, then glanced at the clock.
That late already.
Nothing was on fire. Nothing was screaming for attention. The plant growth along the upper gantries glowed softly, leaves unfurling and curling in slow, patient rhythms. Systems idled. The world, apparently, had decided to behave.
At his shoulder, the vine shifted—subtle, responsive—then went still, petals around his collar dimming with the lab’s night-cycle like they belonged there.
The quiet.
He hated it.
Shego: “You gonna finish recalibrating that,” she said from behind him, “or just stare at it until it feels intimidated?”
He scoffed.
Drakken: “Please.”
Drakken didn’t look away from the readouts.
Drakken: “I was letting it settle.”
Shego: “Uh-huh.”
Shego wasn’t hovering over his shoulder like an assistant. She never did that.
She was sprawled on the battered couch that had somehow survived three separate lair implosions—boots still on, feet up on the armrest like the concept of “furniture rules” had never met her. A portable heat-lamp had been angled toward the cushions like a miniature sun. Her MP3 player sat on the cushion beside her, wired earbuds in, the cord disappearing into her collar. One hand held a nail file.
She filed with slow, vicious patience—eyes half-lidded—like she was doing violence to keratin on principle.
That alone should’ve felt wrong.
It didn’t.
Drakken tried to focus on the screen.
Drakken: “Anyway, the residual energy signature from the Lorwardian tech is still—wait.”
His brow furrowed.
Drakken: “Did you move the buffer routing again?”
Shego: “Yep.”
Shego didn’t even glance up. Her file made a soft rasp-rasp sound.
Shego: “Your routing looks like you’re expecting betrayal.”
He bristled.
Drakken: “That is a reasonable expectation.”
Shego pulled one earbud out with two fingers, just enough to speak clearly.
Shego: “It’s a sad expectation. But sure.”
Drakken glared at the stabilized graph.
Drakken: “It was fine.”
Shego: “It was you.” she corrected, flat.
He opened his mouth to argue—
—and then the system hiccuped. A tiny surge. A tiny wobble.
Shego sighed like the universe had personally disappointed her. She set the nail file down, stood, and wandered over with the lazy confidence of someone who’d watched him do this mistake a hundred times.
She tapped the display—two quick inputs, no flourish.
The readout smoothed instantly.
Shego: “There.” she said, already turning away.
Shego: “See? No betrayal. Just bad habits.”
Drakken stared.
Drakken: “…I didn’t even tell you what I was adjusting.”
Shego paused like she was considering giving him a gold star.
Shego: “You don’t have to.” she said.
Shego: “You always go for the buffer when you’re tired. It’s your tell.”
He tried to look offended.
It didn’t land. He adjusted the output without comment.
They worked like that for a while—Drakken on the console, Shego drifting between the couch and the railing, music in one ear, insults in the other. She handed him a tool at one point without looking.
He took it automatically.
Neither of them acknowledged it.
Eventually, Drakken cleared his throat.
Drakken: “You know, if Global Justice calls—”
Shego: “They will.” she said, unimpressed.
Drakken: “Yes, well—when they do, I don’t see why I should be obligated to—”
Shego leaned back against the railing, arms folding—not defensive. Just habitual.
Shego: “They’ll want your expertise.” she said.
Shego: “Not your loyalty.”
Drakken hesitated.
Drakken: “And… you?”
Shego tilted her head, considering, like the question was mildly cute.
Shego: “I’m already here.”
He nodded, relieved—then frowned at himself for being relieved.
Drakken: “That’s not what I meant.” he added quickly.
Shego: “Sure.” she said, not unkindly.
Shego: “Whatever helps you sleep.”
Silence settled again.
Not awkward. Not charged. Just… there.
Drakken stared at the console.
Drakken: “You ever think about leaving?”
Shego glanced sideways.
Shego: “You?”
Drakken: “…Sometimes.” he admitted.
Drakken: “Hypothetically.”
Shego: “Hypothetically where?”
He shrugged.
Drakken: “Somewhere quieter. Less… dramatic.”
Shego snorted.
Shego: “You’d be bored in a week.”
Drakken: “…Yes.” he said, offended.
Drakken: “But I’d be bored efficiently.”
She smiled at that—small, quick—gone before it lingered.
A notification pinged softly.
Drakken stiffened.
Drakken: “That’s not—”
Shego was already looking, one earbud dangling now.
Shego: “Diagnostics.” she said.
Shego: “Green across the board.”
He exhaled, tension draining out of him despite himself.
Drakken: “Huh.”
She nudged his shoulder with hers as she passed—light, careless contact like it didn’t count as anything.
Shego: “Told you. Stable.”
He didn’t move away.
After a moment, he said, quieter:
Drakken: “You’re still here.”
Shego didn’t answer right away.
When she did, her voice was even.
Shego: “Yeah.”
He waited for sarcasm. A joke. A correction.
None came.
Drakken: “…Good.” he said finally.
Shego glanced at him—eyes sharp—then softened when she realized he meant it.
Shego: “Yeah.” she repeated.
Shego: “Good.”
The lab hummed around them, alive but calm. Above them, the vines glowed faintly, patient as gravity.
For the first time in a long time, neither of them felt like they were waiting for the next thing to break.
They were still here.
And somehow, that was enough—for now.
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14542000/1/The-Lipsky-Files-Present
https://archiveofourown.org/works/78225681/chapters/205043481
The Lipsky Files (Present > Convergence > Future) examines Drakken and Shego after the end of the series—where consequences matter, change is slow, and survival doesn’t come with applause. 📖Book#2 The Lipsky Files: Convergence Chapter 1: "Charged Silence" (DrakkXGo, M) Drakken's lab is no longer a place of conquest—but some transformations are far more dangerous than any mutagen. Amid glowing vines, restored worlds, and unresolved tension, a single charged moment forces Drakken and Shego to confront what they've been denying for years. One decision. One step closer. Nothing goes back after this. Read here: • FanFiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14540008/1/The-Lipsky-Files-Convergence • Archive of Our Own/AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/78225681/chapters/205043481 📖 Book #3 The Lipsky Files: Future Chapter 1: “Jade” (DrakkXGo, T) Long after the battles end, the smallest decisions matter most. A brief conversation between Drakken and Shego captures the shape of their future—and the name that defines it. Read here: • FanFiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14539094/1/The-Lipsky-Files-Future-DrakkXGo • Archive of Our Own/AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/77903211/chapters/204115141
