AN: Well, minions the end of the world has come and gone so i GUESS I should give you the sequel ta RE:TKPF...

Soo, Here you are!

(Those that read this and don't review get fed to ma puppies, I haven't fed them for a few... weeks...)

Dead Memories

4 years after the destruction of Raccoon City…

Shego's Island, late at night

The hammer clicks back on an revolver. It was Kim's favorite; she had… loved how that silly little saying of her's had looked in rosewood… She squeezed the trigger. The hammer falls forward with another click! Nothing happens. Tears fall from her face as she threw the gun at the wall in despair. The pistol slams into the wall making another dent just below the life-sized poster of one Kim Possible in a white bikini.

Through the haze of tears she looks up at the poster. The picture is a side profile of her, her head is cocked downward and looking directly into the camera, letting her long red hair fall to the side. Her figure is toned, but petite, just like always. She blinks away the tears as the poster comes into full focus. Those jade eyes, both pouty and playful. Her smile, sweet and innocent despite everything she had been through. The smile is what always draws her to the poster. The smile was her gift, one of the most precious things she had in her possession. The smile promised the world to her, forever and ever.

They never found a body...

She can still feel the moistness of her lips; her hot breath in her ear. She can feel it all over again. An electric charge, half-remembered and half-fantasy, returns and sends responses to all of her nerve endings. Images…memories…passions…they all come flooding back.

Is it a blessing or a curse? A year has come and gone, Shego.

She can still feel the gentle pressure of her tongue making slow trails against her skin. She can feel her soft hair glide teasingly down her back. The damn infuriating way the tip of her nose would tickle her stomach, causing her to scream in tension and delight at the same time.

Is it a blessing that you still hold out against all hope that she'll be found alive?

She still remembers the caress of her soft lips on her neck and chest. Goosebumps erupt over her arms and legs in remembrance of those dexterous fingers and what she was able to do with them. She remembers the smoothness of her legs as they wrapped around her own. A shiver runs up her spine in memory of her nails running slowly up her back.

Or is it a curse to suffer this torment still without knowing that she is in fact, dead? Which is it, Shego?

She remembers her voice most of all. She remembers the words that were spoken to her and her alone after a lifetime of self-doubt and uncertainty. She can still hear her voice as clearas day. She remembers how she would whisper her name in her ear, drawing the name out slowly, seductively; it sends another chill up her spine.

Ssshhheeeggoooo…

One simple word. One word which to her red head had meant so much…

Memories…

That's all she has left…

Dead memories…

She reaches out for the half empty bottle of a very expensive bourbon. She finishes it in several gulps and tosses the empty bottle to the floor. The glass shattered like her dreams, and joins the pile that was the monument and altar to her misery. With a shaky hand she reaches for another bottle on the desk.

She should rip the fucking poster from the wall and burn it! No, burn everything! Burn it all to the ground! She throws the now empty bottle onto the pile and calls the power to her outstretched hands.

Nothing.

Of course not, she smiles mirthlessly. She hadn't been able to call on the power for a year now. Not since…

Shego I love y…

A scream of rage and pain explodes from the depths of her soul. She shoves the bottles off of the desk in anger, spilling their leftover contents onto the floor. Her fists pound on the desk over and over again.

Why? God damn it, WHY?

The anger fades slowly, replaced with regret and despair. She cries like she has every day and night for a year. She should feel numb by now, but that is far from the truth. An infinitesimally small part of her still clings to what was, still holds out against all hope and reason. She cannot shake it; she tried. It refuses to let go! The bottles of liquor do their best to numb the pain and make her forget, but that part of her will not let her ever forget!

The alcohol finally starts working it's magic. The room spins as she lifts her head. Suddenly a buzzer goes off throughout the compound. It takes her a moment to realize that there is someone at her door. Despite the spinning of the room she stands and slowly makes her way to the doors of the West Wing. She is confused as she shouldn't be having visitors to her island, ever! She is not worried about an attack as her security countermeasures would have already dealt with the problem. There were only two other people with the clearance needed for the system to perceive them as not a threat and one of them was d…missing!

The buzzing continues, souring her mood even further. Whoever they were, they were insistent! She growls incoherently as she reaches the doors. She presses the button on the side of the wall that unlocks the doors and stops the infernal buzzing. With an unsteady hand she opens the door to the star-filled night.

"Sh-Shego?"

"…Mrs. Possible?"

"Shego, dear! What happened to you?"

Most of her buzz is gone at the shock of seeing Anne Possible standing in her doorway. Her clouded mind instantly recognizes the similarities and this causes her heart to sink even lower in despair.

"I-I'm drunk, Mrss. Posssible," she slurs as she leans against the wall, "W-what're you doin' here?"

"I…I haven't heard from you in a while and I was worried," she says sincerely, "I…It took me several days to track down the man known as Seadog and convince him to bring me here."

"Is that right," she grows dangerously.

"Shego," Anne says pleadingly, "Y…you aren't well! L-let me help you!"

"Get the fuck offa my property, Mrs. Possible. I…I can't deal with this!"

Before Anne can reply the door slams shut in her face. Shego turns and stops when she hears Anne's muffled voice from outside.

"Shego! Please let me in! I…I've already lost one daughter…now I feel like I'm losing another! Please!"

Shego does not dare move a muscle. She does not hate Anne Possible; in fact they had grown quite close over the years. Back in happier times, that is. Anne accepted her and for that she was grateful beyond what words could express, but now…

Just go home, damnit! I'm not dealing with this shit now! Anne's voice goes silent. A moment passes, and still Shego refuses to move. Only when she hears the wail of anguish from outside does she open the door again.

"Look, Anne," Shego says harshly, "I don't need this shit right now! I-I'm not in…a good place. Please…go home."

"I…I can't," Anne sobs, "Not when I see you like…this."

"I'm fine," she lies.

"Damnit, Shego! I'm a doctor, for Christ sake! Please let me in! All I want to do is talk!"

Seeing the distraught face of her lover's mother tugs at that small part of her that still cares and with a growl of frustration Shego staggers away from the door. "Fine, come in."

"Th-thank you," Anne says, tears streaming down her face.

For a moment it looked like Anne was going to give her a hug but a dangerous glare stopped her cold. Shego staggers over to a couch as Anne enters. She falls onto it in a heap as Anne stands in front of her.

"Don't mind the mess," Shego says as she closes her eyes to keep the bright light of the room out.

Anne sits down next to her. They sit in silence for a long while until Anne breaks the silence.

"I…It's nice to see you again. I missed you, Shego."

Yeah, right. "What do you want?" she asks harshly.

Anne flinches at her tone, but rallies herself, "I…I told you, I was w-worried about you. We haven't spoken in months and-"

"You're not my mom," Shego interrupts, making Anne flinch again.

"I-I know, dear. B-but I…we…enjoyed your company when you were over at our house."

"I'll bet," she snorts.

"No, really," Anne exclaims sincerely, "I do miss you, Shego!"

Shego lets out a humpf, and then falls silent.

Anne's hands fidget as she struggles with what to say. "Y-you're still welcome at the house, you know? W-we'd be glad for the company. It's so quiet there now."

Shego bites back an acidic response as she opens her eyes and turns to Anne. "Thanks," she mutters, her buzz now completely gone.

Anne takes the response as an olive branch and smiles at her. Shego does not return it but she does not frown either.

"I-is there anything you want to say? We haven't talked in so long. You can tell me anything, Shego, that's what families are for."

Shego's face turns away as she cannot meet the woman's eyes. She scowls to keep the tears in check. Anne does not miss the change in her expression, and like that, she feels the olive branch being snatched away. She takes in a shuddering breath in an attempt to quell the torrent of tears that threaten to burst forth. The silence is deafening as Anne regains some of her composure.

"Y-you must hate me," she says miserably.

"What?"

"I said you must hate me. I don't know what I did to make you hate me, but all I can say is that I'm sorry! Whatever I did or said, I'm sorry!"

Her resolve breaks and she begins to sob.

The small part of Shego's soul that still cares threatens to shatter into a million pieces! Now Shego takes in a shuddering breath. "L-look, Mrs. Possible, I don't hate you. I never did. You just look so much like…"

She cannot continue as a lump forms in her throat.

Anne places a hand on her thigh reassuringly. "I-I know," she says in part sob and part stutter.

Shego tries to rally herself and fails. She suddenly feels very small under the gaze of Mrs. Possible.

"C-can we start over," Anne asks quietly, her voice backing down from the breaking point, "I want us to talk."

"O-okay," Shego says sniffing.

"She may have been your lover, but she was my daughter, too."

"I-I know that, but…"

"She loved you…with all of her heart."

That did it! Tears stream down Shego's cheeks as her face falls. Her body shudders as she cries. Warm arms envelop her and hold her tight. All of the emotions that rail against her for a year come to the forefront and despite everything the mother of her lover holds her, refusing to let go. She cries until there are no tears left. Anne rocks her back and forth, resting her head against Shego's shoulder as they cry together, sharing for the first time the loss of their loved one.

"God…I miss her," Shego stammers weakly.

"Me too," Anne says, sniffing.

"Why? Why couldn't it have been me instead of her?"

"I can't answer that," Anne replies quietly, "And I've asked myself the same thing, over and over again."

"When does it stop?"

"It doesn't and you should be thankful for that."

Shego pulls away and stares into Anne's eyes quizzically. "Huh?"

"Don't you think I want to drown my sorrows too? But I can't. I need to be strong…for her. You need to be strong."

"For…her?"

Anne nods and smiles, it is a motherly smile. "Yes. For…her."

Shego turns her face away, shame and disappointment eating at her from within. "I…I can't," she says bitterly, "I'm not strong enough."

"Yes you are! You have to!"

"I tried! I tried so hard!"

"That's why I'm here, I want to help you. I can't do this alone either. I have James and the twins to support me and now I'm here for you, Shego. We've always been there for you but you never let us in. I'm not letting you slip away like this! I can't let you go too, Shego."

Anne hugs her close again, letting her love wash over the distraught woman to give her a moment of peace. After a time Shego gently pulls away and wipes the tears from her face.

"Th-thanks, Mrs. Possible…for everything."

"I told you before, you can call me Anne."

"I…don't think I can do that, it feels too weird."

"Fair enough."

"Look, I…I feel like shit for the way I treated you, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I completely understand. I wasn't easy to live with for a long time either. Just remember that we're here for you. We love you, Shego. You are part of our family and have been for a long time. We all want you back!"

Shego takes a moment to let it sink in. Anne goes a step further and gives her a sweet kiss on her forehead. She smiles at her, reminding Shego ever so much like…Kim.

"T-Thanks," she says sincerely.

"You're welcome."

Anne spends another hour with Shego, mainly to clean her up. Shego did not say it but she was grateful for the company. She sees Anne off, scowling at Seadog who gives her an apologetic shrug. She watches as the Osprey takes to the air and heads to the mainland. She turns and heads back to her compound.

The silence unsettles her. Despite everything not much has changed. Kim was still lost, and that was a wound in her heart that would never heal. Still, the love and support of Anne and the rest of the Possible family may be just what she needs to survive. It gave her something to think about as she started cleaning up the disaster area that her compound had become after a year of neglect.

Sleep came fitfully as it always did for the past year. But the nightmares, for some reason or another did not plague her as badly.

She awoke the next morning to a phone call. She nearly dropped the phone in shock and disbelief when she heard the voice on the other end. The voice offered her a proposition. She told the person on the other end that she would have to think it over and then she hung up.

Two days passed before she reached a decision. In those two days Shego was a veritable marathon runner as she went from room to room cleaning up the mess her misery had caused. Now the place was returning to normal. She picks up the phone and dials the number. The voice appears at the other end and asks if a decision was reached. Shego replies in the affirmative and give the answer to the caller's proposition.

"I'll do it!"