New Beginnings- Chapter one: Six Years Separation
Rating: M
Pairing: KiGo, slight Ron bashing, Mo/OC
Summary: Shego, after getting kicked into the electrical tower, tells her childhood friend Betty that she is ready to finish their deal. For the first two years all she does is build special motorcycles for GJ's Special Forces Unit. After she helps save the world, she joins GJ completely as head of SFU. Kim, on the other had, is falling into a low state of boredom. She doesn't know what happened to her one time Rival, and when she figures it out, she is beyond confused. Will she learn something new about her one time enemy? Will she learn to trust the older woman?
A/N: I admit. I got a few of the ideas in this story from others that I have read, though I messed with them a lot. Either way though, if the authors of those stories find them and prove that the idea was theirs (Please show me where because I know I won't be able to find them on my own) then feel free to yell and demand I remove the story. I will if you all want me to.
If anyone has an idea on where they think this story should go, tell me. I would love to see what everyone has to say. Reviews of any sort are welcome. . . I think I'll stop here for the authors note and let anyone who's still reading this; read the actual story. Hope you enjoy.
Loud pounding metal music blared through the radio, bouncing off the walls and echoing in the large room. A black boot clad foot tapped along with the music as hands moved around on the ground to find tools. The owner of the limbs had their body laid out on the floor, underneath a blue and white sleek motorcycle.
"For fuck sakes Shar. Go home." A woman stated loudly, trying to be heard over the music.
"I'm almost done with this part though." Came the muffled answer as another hand reached out for another tool.
"It's one-thirty in the morning. Even you need sleep Shar."
"Oi. Shut up Rach. I'll be done in a minute."
"I swear... one day you're gonna kill yourself doing these all nighters."
"And one day I might actually care."
Rachel sighed softly and walked out of the garage, knowing her friend was right. The person under the bike went back to work as her thoughts turned to the dream she had the night before.
Whenever she dreamed, it was always the same, and the pain in her back was always unbearable when she woke up.
Was it even possible for a six year old scar to still hurt? Apparently.
A loud bang brought her back to the presence and she wheeled herself out from under the motorcycle. She stood slowly and let her long black hair fall out of its bun. She ran her hands through it and then pulled it into a low ponytail. The door opened just as she was picking up her tools.
"Shannon. Really?" Another woman said as she walked over.
A yawn tore its way from Shannon's throat as she put her tools in the right places, "I was working on one particular part and wanted to finish it." Another yawn came out and she placed her hand over her mouth. "Night Bets."
Betty Director watched as her friend headed for the door towards her office, "You've been working on the same bike for nearly six years. Are you even going to give it to her?"
Shannon shrugged, "Maybe. If I ever finish it."
Betty sighed softly, "Night Shego."
Shego grumbled, "Now you call me by the name I prefer." She walked into her office and grabbed her helmet and headed to her own motorcycle. It looked the same as the one she had been working on, but it was straight black instead, it was smaller then normal motorcycles and not as bulky either, but it was made that way so that it could be faster.
Betty watched once again as Shego left, pulling out onto the private road that led towards the green-hued woman's house.
Shego had been working for Global Justice for six years now. Ever since she had helped Kim Possible defeat an army of aliens, and a little before that too. Shego had been working on her motorcycles why longer then that though, and when she had joined Betty's team, she had agreed to make enough bikes for Betty's Special Forces unit. Which only consisted of about fifty people. So there were fifty bikes in the garage that had all been built by the black haired woman. The only one not in use by Betty's employees was the blue and white one along with which ever one Shego rode to work, considering she had about ten personal bikes.
Betty sighed softly; she had known Shego since they were children. When the plasma-powered woman decided to become a villain, she had made a deal with Betty. When she got old of the villain world, she was to work for her friend; in return Betty was to keep the woman out of jail. Which Shego had made very hard for her.
What was she going to do with that woman?
Death sounded nice at the moment.
"Fucking traffic, who the hell is up at two in the morning anyway?" Shego grumbled out as she weaved through the cars on the street. She had forgone food all day and her stomach was protesting; this had caused her to head over to one of her favorite diners for a late dinner. Luckily she had saved the owner from her abusive husband so Shego was aloud to come and go when ever she wanted.
"Hello Cher."
"Hello Ma'am." Shego said softly,
"Why always so nice to me?"
"Because Donna. You don't ask it of me." Shego said just as softly. It was true, out of all the people Shego had met in her life, Donna had never asked her to be something she was not. Now that didn't mean she couldn't be nice, her mother had taught her manners growing up, but she never had a real good reason to be polite to others.
Donna, unlike most people, had just been grateful to have Shego in her life. She owned one of Shego's favorite restaurants. On one of the occasions Shego had gone there to eat, Donna had been stressing about her divorce and how she didn't have the money to go through it. It had been during one of the rare moments where Shego was in a very giving mood. Shego had instantly offered her money to help the woman through her time of need.
Donna and said no at first, but when Shego had shown up at her court meeting and had once again offered her money when the judge pointed out that Donna needed the money. When the meeting was over and Shego's signature had been put on the papers, Donna had offered to pay her back.
"Ma'am." She had said softly, "I have more money than I could possibly spend in one life time. This is nothing to me. You don't have to pay me back; I wanted to help you out, ok?"
Donna had only agreed if Shego would at least allow her to feed the woman for free at her diner in return. Shego had agreed mostly because of the fact that she loved Donna's cooking.
"Cher?" Donna asked softly,
"Would you mind making me some food, Ma'am? If it's not too much to ask for?" Shego responded, parking her motorcycle around the back.
"Of course Cher."
Shego watched the other woman head to the kitchen and sat down in her regular spot. A few minutes later saw a small cup of coffee in front of her. She smiled and thanked the waitress as she took a drink. She was still surprised how everyone who worked there knew how to make her coffee, as well as how hot the tea she ordered needed to be.
One of the head cooks came out and set her food down in front of her. She smiled and thanked him as well, grabbing her fork and eating the food on the plate.
The food was good as always and when she was done she placed a twenty on the table for the waitress and left. The past once again playing havoc in her mind.
Shego groaned as she fell onto her bed in her home. Her back was hurting like hell and she knew she was going to have a scar.
"Rachel. Help." She gasped out, calling to her computer. The screen lit up and a woman's face appeared,
"What's-" The question was never finished as Rachel saw what had happened to her long time friends back, "I'll be over in a minute."
Rachel had been a friend of Shego's and Betty's in High School, when she had been in an accident, Shego had spent weeks working on a way to connect Rachel's soul to her computer. It had taken a lot, but she had finally been able to solve the problem. Rachel still had a body and all, but she was connected to Shego's main computer as well as a few other things.
"Now would be nice Rach." Shego groaned out painfully.
"Oh hush, I'm right here." Rachel said as she opened the door and started working on her friends back. A few hours later Shego's back was stitched and bandaged.
"Do I even want to know?"
"Dr. D left me out of the loop of his plan and Kimmie blamed me for her 'boyfriend' melting. She kicked me. Hard." Shego explained, rolling over slowly so she wouldn't hurt her back.
"Ah. Ok." Rachel stood up and headed for the door, "Night Shar."
"Night Rach. Tell Bets I'm ready."
"Ok. Sleep well."
Her back was hurting again. Really hurting. Hell it was painful hurting. Why hadn't she dodged that kick again?
'Oh right. I was shocked that she would let her anger control her.' She grumbled in her head as she turned a corner. A glimpse of red caught her eye and she pulled to a stop in front of an alley.
Kim Possible was propped up against the wall, asleep.
"Well isn't this ironic." Shego stated sarcastically as she took in Kim's appearance. Her cargo pants had a few holes in them and her shirt was stained with blood, "What happened to you Princess?" She murmured softly as she carefully picked the girl wonder up and carried her to her bike.
She carefully placed the redhead in front of her and slowly drove home. She might not be in a good mood, but she wouldn't leave the one person she really respected out in the cold. That wasn't her.
A short ride later and she was pulling into her garage. She carried Kim to her room and laid her down on her bed.
What was she going to do with the redhead?
'You know what you want to do...' Her mind taunted her.
She ignored the voice and sat down at her desk, turning on her laptop and checking her vital signs and heart rate.
Kim had been having a very shitty day. First her friend Ron asked her out, again. Then the tension of her 'no' answer had been carried over into their mission. Second he had the nerve to ask 'why not'. She had to explain to him for the twentieth time that she could never like him the way he liked her.
Then the plane they were on had broken down, fallen into a field and exploded when they were barely half a mile away from it. The mission had been called around nine and they had been done before noon, she had to endure spending half the day with her friend whining over the fact that they were supposedly 'made for each other'. Yeah, can anyone say 'Bullshit'?
Then once she was with in city limits the helicopter needed one person to get off, as they had a limit on how many they were allowed to carry. Seeing her chance she said she would walk, she needed the exercise anyway.
That had been a bad idea; she had not had much sleep the night before and had found herself about a two hours walk away from her home, asleep in an alley.
But that wasn't where she woke up.
Kim groaned quietly as she opened her eyes... And was greeted with the sight of a light green colored ceiling. Where the hell was she?
"My house, Pumpkin."
Kim jolted up right at the sound of that voice and she leapt off the bed, landing in a fighting stance, "Shego."
Shego looked over at her, "Yes Kimmie?"
"What are you planning?"
Shego looked at her as if she had grown two head in the matter of seconds, "Well, I was at work till two, haven't had sleep yet, watched you hog my bed; which was really kinda cute. It's seven and I have to be to work again at noon. I don't know about you, but I was planning on getting some sleep." She stood and stretched, "Night Princess."
Kim watched as Shego took off her tank top and crawled into bed, her back facing the teen hero. The scar that ran from one shoulder down across and towards the opposite hip was white compared to the pale green tint of her skin. The scar it self didn't seem familiar, but it was the curved and swirled parts of the scar, in the middle of the older woman's back that made Kim pause. Those parts of the scar reminded her of what a scar would look like upon impact...
"Take a picture Princess. It'll last longer." Shego stated out of the blue.
"Oh shut up." Kim said.
"I don't see why I have to. This is MY house after all."
Kim opened her mouth to say something, and then closed it. Shego was right; this was her house, she could do whatever she wanted. Kim sighed softly,
"Thank you Shego."
She didn't see the small smile tugging at her rival's lips, "You're welcome."
Kim nodded and left the bedroom, slowly finding her way to the front door.
She is trusting you...
Kim froze with her hand on the doorknob. Where had that thought come from?
It's true...
It being true was not the point. She doesn't trust Shego, so why should the villain trust her?
Not a villain. You put Drakken away four years ago, and Shego wasn't with him.
Yeah, that's right. Shego was no where to be seen when Drakken had done his final 'evil' plan. She had even reported to Betty that she had not seen Shego in years. Betty had said not to worry. Is this what she meant?
So Shego trusts her? Mm... How much was the question now. Kim turned around and started to look around. She went up a flight of stairs, looked at all the bedrooms. They all seemed to be empty, not even a bed for when people came over.
Her next stop was back down the stairs and to the right of them. The space opened up into a giant kitchen that was connected to a family room. A wall split them in half with a wide door to pass through. The furniture was black leather, the floor was black marble, and the walls were painted in different shades of green; matching each other wonderfully.
"Well it's not hard to see that Shego owns the place." Kim murmured softly as she headed back into the kitchen. The kitchen's floor had black tile and the surfaces of the counters were lime green.
'The color of my eyes...' The thought was silent and Kim ignored it. She didn't really want to understand Shego that much.
"You know..." Shego murmured, yawning, "You didn't have to stay this long."
Kim turned to see the older woman rubbing one of her eyes, yawning again as she headed towards the fridge.
"What time is it?"
"Ten. Rachel just called me, said she needed my help." Shego grumbled as she grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured some milk, "It's really the only reason why I'm even up yet. Want some?" She offered the glass.
Kim nodded and took it, taking a drink as she watched the green skinned woman pour another. The silence was actually comfortable, surprisingly. Kim had gotten it in her mind that her rival would attack the first chance she got.
"Would you like a ride home?" Shego asked softly, looked at her. She was in a giving mood and was even feeling nice, scary enough.
"Please and thank you."
"Ok, let me take a quick shower to wake up."
Kim nodded and watched Shego walk away again. She sat at the table for the next ten minutes and then followed Shego to her garage. Hiding her surprise of what her rival drove, Kim got on the motorcycle behind Shego. The door lifted up and Shego drove out and onto the street, heading towards Kim's house.
A/N: Page count, 8. Total word count, 2,909 on my computer. Wow… um. If anyone even got this far and would like to review, that would be nice. Thanks. ^^ See ya.