Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does.

Authors Note: Originally posted on kpslashhaven as Feelings.

"Zis isn't over fraulein!" Dr Dementor's frustrated scream echoed around the ruined base as he activated his personal escape pod, blasting his way free through the shattered roof. "Immer mit den Frauen." His accent growing thicker as once again his careful plans fell apart around him.

Cool green eyes watched the rapidly diminishing pod shrink to a speck and then disappear. With an exasperated sigh, the young woman put the mad scientist out of her mind and turned to survey the ruined base in which she stood.

"That's the third one this week. Dr D is gonna freak." Shaking her head, Shego watched as Dementor's abandoned guards, all Henchco mercenaries, immediately surrendered as their boss had once again breached his contract with the corporation.

This was becoming an irritating habit as Dementor pursued his vendetta against Dr Drakken's organisation. Twice previously he had hit old Drakken lairs, attacking the skeleton staff that maintained them and ransacking them of any research materials that had been left behind. It was mere fortune that this time, he had met his match in a young green eyed woman who was a skilled warrior who could fire plasma from her hands.

Overseeing the disarmament of Dementor's ex guards they were escorted from the lair and set free. Shego certainly didn't want to incur Jack Hench's wrath by exacting revenge on Henchco personnel. Once they were no longer under contract with a client, they came under the protection of their consultancy and anyone who crossed Henchco soon learned why this was a bad idea.

Directing the henchmen to begin cleaning up the place, Shego retreated to her room and flung herself on the bed. Clasping her hands behind her head, she stared at the ceiling and let out a huge sigh.

"I am SO bored." The thought ran through her head and she closed her eyes in frustration. Ever since she had inadvertently saved the world from Warmonga, Shego's life had taken a direction she did not like. OK, so initially the adulation and razzmatazz had been seductive, but she soon began to resent the intrusion and constant media spotlight. She also missed the scheming and plotting involved in working for a supervillain. The destruction caused by the invasion had curtailed pretty much all such activity, There really wasn't anything worth stealing, and who wanted to rule the world when they would immediately get stuck with the job of cleaning up the mess?

So, Monkey Fist was off contemplating some monkey's butt or something, while Motor Ed and DNAmy were securely locked up. Only Dementor seemed to be up to anything, and that appeared to be taking out his jealousy on Drakken's organisation.

Dr D. himself, of course was out of the country. He just couldn't get enough of his new found fame, and was currently in England having been asked to be "a VIP guest at the Chelsea Flower Show." The actual wording had been "Exhibit" but when Shego initially doctored the invite as a joke, Dr Drakken had been so obnoxious and pompous that she hadn't bothered to own up. The image of him stuck in a flower pot being watered overnight by an automatic sprinkler generated a short burst of distainful laughter.

"Serves him right, the stuck up moron." Shego said, although she did feel a slight twinge of guilt. "Still, that TV appearance should make up for it." Shego didn't know what Gardener's Question Time was, but it was with the BBC so it had to be something important. Her guilt assuaged, not that it took much, Shego had never been one to regret past decisions, her thoughts drifted back to the sheer boredom of her current existance.

"I've got to do something, before I go out of my mind." Rising from her prone position, the villainess began to pace. Her initial thought was rapidly dismissed, but it lurked in the back of her mind as she totally failed to come up with any alternative. Reaching into a pouch on her belt, she pulled out a cellphone and looked at the screen.

"I'd have to be insane." she said as she rapidly replaced it in its holder, but two minutes later she was holding it again, looking at the text message she had received a day earlier.

With an angry snarl, she deleted the message, and threw the phone onto the bed, but it was too late, it stuck in the back of her mind where it stayed for the rest of the day. Something else was bothering her too. A queasy feeling in the back of her mind and pit of her stomach. Not accustomed to exploring her feelings, it took a while before she could identify the emotion. She was lonely, and she didn't like it.