The snow fell in sheets of paper ice, clashing, breaking, and cutting against the streets below. A hand outstretched caught a particularly cold piece, fingers closing around it. It stung against pale skin, a reminder of the path ahead. In the other hand lay a cigarette, its tip crumbling softly and dropping ashen reminders of its life upon the snow below. Shego dropped it almost immediately, before placing a heeled boot upon it's still burning body and extinguishing its flame. Beside her, humming softly was a black corvette, leather seats still warm from her body's heat.
"Kim." A whisper, barely registered by her ears, for it was a foreign tone spoken so simply. Shego sighed before returning to her car and flying down the road, snow so pure forgotten, for the moment at least.
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Kim Possible sat upon her bedspread, a deep red with the black satin imprints of various floral patterns, a particularly aesthetic gift from the Japanese government. Before her, two perfectly carved ice sculptures sat. Two women, both in gowns that flowed outwardly, sweeping around their bodies in waves as they stood in an embrace. A soft sigh fell from the teen's lips, her eyes searching through the icy mist once more. Had she come? The question floated from one tip of her mind to the other. The sculptures were proof enough that she had, but when, and more importantly, why?
"Shego." Kim spoke, her words soft, her heart lurching at the very thought of such a woman.
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The rain pattered against the roof in rhythmic beats, two women staring intensely at the other.
"A double agent," Kim spat, her clenched fists a physical reminder to the other of the girl's capabilities.
"So surprised? I thought it was quite fitting." A smile befitting a lion swept across the elder woman's lips, "Watch your tone Possible, I am officially, your superior." Kim lunged forward in a violent gesture of hate only to be restrained swiftly mid-air. "I had not hoped it would come to this," Shego's tone was soft, as if it were warming the frozen air between them.
"How long?" Kim breathed, her body firmly held in Shego's cold grip.
"Too long."
"Have you always been toying with me, who the fuck are you Shego? Who the fuck are you." The last words were spoken as a whisper, green eyes downcast. Suddenly her arms were released, the elder girl stepping back to offer an outstretched hand.
"Clementine, Camus. Pleased to meet you."
"Fuck you Shego. Fuck. You."
"I had always hoped you would." Shego's eyes flicked up to match a deadly glare. Lips parting to let out a dull chuckle, Kim watched as her body was pressed against another. With an arm holding the younger girl in place, Shego's remaining hand fell softly against Kim's cheek, outlining the sharpening structure of its shape. Involuntarily, Kim let out a quiet whimper, her heart beating in rhythm with the loud pattering upon the roof above. Shego smiled, a serene expression upon a face always so violently screwed, "perhaps my love, perhaps, I was not alone."
And with that, she was gone.