10:32 A.M. Possible Residence
Kim sat on her bed staring up at the ceiling. She was still getting used to the amount of free time that she had now. Not only was school out, but Ron was on vacation, and Drakken hadn't masterminded any evil plots since graduation. Shego had been unusually quiet as well. The other villains were still active, but it just wasn't the same. After fighting them for so long, it wasn't a challenge to beat them.
I miss Shego.
It was true; no matter how much they fought each other, Shego was always a challenge. She was always fun to fight. Kim sighed, getting out of bed. Maybe she'd call up Monique later, head to Club Banana with her. Just then the kimmunicator started beeping. Kim picked it up off her nightstand.
"What's the sitch?" She asked as Wade's image flickered to life on the screen.
"Shego." He replied. Kim's heart skipped a beat. "She was sighted at a museum downtown."
"I'm on it." She cut the connection. Wade smiled and shook his head slowly, remembering the spark in Kim's eye at the mention of Shego. Kim ran downstairs, dodging a pair of rockets as she went. She shouted a hurried goodbye to her parents and jumped into her car, a confident grin on her face.
15 Minutes Later, Downtown Middleton
Kim stepped out of her car, and ran towards the police perimeter erected around the museum. The ranking officer spotted her, and walked over.
"Ah, Miss Possible, it's good to see you again. I didn't have time to thank you for your help after the fire last week."
"No big. Do you know what's going on?" Kim was eager to get to work.
"Not really, the last time that the suspect appeared on the surveillance feed was twenty minutes ago in the Egyptian exhibit." Kim nodded, and passed through the perimeter, much to the envy of the various reporters and cameramen still trapped behind it. She began searching several rooms, checking each exhibit methodically for any sign of Shego. In many rooms, glass displays had been opened, but the artifacts within looked untouched. Puzzled, Kim continued throughout the museum. She was passing down a corridor filled with various paintings when a voice rang out from behind her.
"Hey Kimmie." Kim spun around to see a certain ebony haired villainess admiring one of the paintings. Kim walked towards her cautiously, unsure what exactly Shego was planning. Shego shook her head as Kim approached.
"The stuff that passes for art today. Not even I would steal this." She turned to Kim. "What do you think princess?" Kim examined the 'art' more closely.
"It looks like scribbles." She said after several seconds. Shego nodded.
"Exactly. It looks like something a preschooler would finger-paint. And yet it's supposed to depict…" Shego bent over to examine a small brass plaque under the work. "Aesthetic militarization in a post ironic society. Wow." Kim suppressed a chuckle. Then she remembered what she was supposed to be doing..
"What are you doing here Shego?" She asked, resuming her guard. Shego glanced at her and laughed.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" she moved to the next picture in line, staring at it.
"Isn't there something you're supposed to be stealing for Drakken?" Kim lowered her guard again.
"Nah" Shego shook her head. "He went straight a few months ago, after he won the Nobel Prize in physics. You know, for all his inventions that completely ignored the laws of reality." Kim's confusion began growing exponentially.
"So why are you here?" Shego shrugged at the question.
"I was bored. Usually breaking and stealing things are a rush. Not today though. After I 'appropriated' some of the more valuable artifacts, I realized that it wasn't there. So I put them back." Shego moved to the next painting.
"Then why are you still here?"
"I just wanted to talk. I wanted to…" An explosion cut her off. A hole appeared in the ceiling and several dozen monkey ninjas poured forth from it. Last to jump down was Monkey Fist himself.
"Haha Mr. Stoppable! I have you now, and soon the power will be mine! I will…" He glanced around the room. "Where is the pretender?" He shouted at Kim. Shego glanced at her too.
"Come to think of it, where is your boyfriend?"
"He is not my boyfriend." Kim grimaced. Shego laughed at that.
"Did somebody get dumped?" She asked looking pointedly at Kim.
"I did not, it was mutual, he's on vacation, and this is not the time." Shego chuckled softly.
"Whatever you say pumpkin." Monty started hopping up and down.
"I am still here you know. In fact I…oh forget it. Monkeys attack!" As the monkeys leapt towards them, the two moved to cover each other's backs, lashing out at any opponent who came too close. Soon a ring of unconscious primates surrounded Kim and Shego. With each of his minions that fell, Monty's anger grew. Soon he was bounding up and down watching the last of his warriors fall to the women. As Kim finished off the last one with a roundhouse kick, the duo leapt towards Monty and proceeded to tear him apart. Every time he attempted to block one of them, the other would strike him elsewhere. Soon he lay quivering on the ground, covered in cuts, scrapes, burns, and bruises. Shego looked over at Kim.
"Well that was fun." Kim raised an eyebrow and opened her mouth to respond, but stopped as she heard S.W.A.T. teams clearing the levels below them. She looked at Shego "You need to leave." Shego nodded, and jumped out through the hole created by Monkey Fist. She didn't leave however, she lay on the roof, listening as the police rushed in to arrest Monty.
"Excellent work Miss Possible, fine job catching Monkey Fist. Did you find any trace of Shego by any chance?" Kim was quiet for a moment before answering.
"No. She must have left before I arrived here. I checked the rooms. It didn't look like she took anything."
"Indeed. Well don't worry Miss Possible, you'll catch her next time." Kim didn't answer.
6:47 P.M. Possible Residence
Kim sat at her desk, once again reading the journal entry for that day. Her eyes kept coming back to one line in particular.
'It felt so good, fighting with Shego.'
Why?
She kept asking herself the same question over and over. She still remembered the feeling that she had during the fight. The rush of adrenaline was familiar, but she had felt so…elated. It scared her.
You are not supposed to enjoy fighting together with your archrival! That's not how it's supposed to go!
Why do you care?
Her parents called up to her, announcing dinner, but she didn't move. She wasn't hungry, her stomach felt weird. And she was not ready to discuss this with her parents.
"Hey princess." A voice sounded from behind her. She turned to see Shego sitting on her bed grinning at her.
Oh. It's just Shego.
Just Shego? Your nemesis. In your room.
Mmm-hmm.
And you aren't the least bit concerned?
Should I be?
"Hey Shego." She turned back to her computer minimizing the journal entry. "Not to be rude, but why are you in my room?" Shego just shrugged.
"Well the buffoon is out of town, and you're still doing the hero routine, so…" Shego fidgeted uncomfortably. "if you needed someone to come along. I mean we made a pretty good team earlier." Kim turned back to her.
"Sure!" She said, a bit too excitedly. She paused to regain control of her emotions before continuing. "But why do you want to?"
"Why do you think I do? Same reason I stuck with Drakken. It was exciting."
You made it exciting.
Shego banished the thought, waiting for Kim's response. She looked at Shego for a few moments before speaking.
"Yeah, that'd be great. I'll give you a ring if Wade calls." Shego exhaled slowly, relieved.
"Whatever suits you." She moved towards the open window, climbed through it, and disappeared through it. Smiling to herself, Kim headed downstairs to eat.
20 Minutes Later, Downstairs
"Care to share your thoughts with the rest of us Kim?" Her mother asked.
"Hmn?" Kim replied absentmindedly. She had been poking her dish with her fork since she came down, focusing more on her latest visitor than her meal. The twins were scuffling under the table, rather suspiciously.
"Kim, you've been poking at your food for the past fifteen minutes. Now I'm sure it enjoys the attention, but I'm guessing that's not what's on your mind." Her mother smiled sweetly at her.
"Is it a boy?" James asked, concern evident in his voice. "Do I need to give him the black hole talk?"
"It's definitely not a boy." Kim mumbled.
"You haven't even shouted at us yet, and we've been stuffing rockets into your pants throughout dinner." Jim and Tim complained.
"That's nice." Kim said sweetly mixing her mashed potatoes and corn into soup. James and Anne shared a look of concern. "Wait rockets? What did you…TWEEBS!" She roared, pulling miniature missiles out of her pockets, and dinner conversation proceeded semi-normally from there, although the Doctors Possible never shook a feeling of unease. Neither one got much sleep that night.
