Loud Music
By diav
Genre: Friendship/Romance
Rating: T, for mild swearing
Characters: Kim Possible, Shego
Story Type: songfic
Summary: Inspired by Michelle Branch's latest song, "Loud Music." AU. What if Kim came across Shego rocking out to Zeppelin and Hendrix?
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Kim Possible series. Nor do I own the lyrics to Michelle Branch's "Loud Music."
Spoilers: N/A
Warnings/Notes: This is my first KiGo fic, so I apologize if Kim and Shego do seem a bit OOC. Other author's notes can be found at the end.
And now and then I get to wonderin'
What would have happen if we never met
I don't know
You take a drag of your cigarette
And drivin' too fast with some Zeppelin on, oh oh
Kim sat in the back of a black pickup truck used to transport all of their music equipment and wondered about how her life took a three-hundred-sixty degree turn in the past three months. She just graduated from Upperton University with a criminology major and was just about to apply for a plethora of jobs when she met her.
Shego.
Flashback to Three Months Ago
You know you had me at "cool t-shirt, babe"
I said I wished that I'd seen Hendrix play
You took me home to see your new guitar
Turning it up, shook me all night long
The green-skinned woman was rocking it out to Led Zeppelin in her black pickup truck while she was waiting for the street light to change. Cranking it up to a deafening volume that would sure attract the attention of passersby, Shego noticed a very pretty redhead, decked out in a purple Hendrix t-shirt and black slacks, crossing the street. She turned down the stereo and shouted out to the redhead, "Cool t-shirt, babe!"
Kim had noticed that Zeppelin was blasting in one of the cars nearby, so she wasn't too startled when she heard a voice call out to her. But she was surprised to hear that that voice was not of a man's, but of a woman's. A very good-looking woman.
Kim looked up to see the woman motioning at her and smirked. It's a Hendrix t-shirt, of course it's cool, Kim thought. She crossed the street, turned around, and shouted at the stranger, "I wished that I'd seen Hendrix play!"
All she remembered was that she heard tires screech and the pickup truck was now on her side of the street, just a few metres from where she was standing. Puzzled, Kim walked over.
"Hendrix lover, eh?" said the green-skinned stranger as she rolled down the passenger seat window.
Kim nodded. Shego gazed at her briefly with her green eyes and then smirked.
"I just got a new Gibson Flying V, in Hendrix's psychedelic style. Wanna check it out?"
Present Day
Making loud music
We're making loud music
We're making loud music
You and I
So loud, so (loud)
Normally, I wouldn't follow strangers home, but something about that gaze beckoned me to go with her. We had such a great time just... rockin' it out at her house that day. She owns so many guitars and amps yet she drives this piece of crap she calls her baby. You'd figure that if she can afford five different Fender Stratocasters, two Paul Reed Smiths, and six different Gibsons, she can afford a new ride. Her reasoning was something along the lines of 'living the true life of a rocker' and that the pickup truck lets us transport equipment easily without having to rent a bus. A family van would be better than this.
But, Shego's right. There's something special about doing things the 'raw' way, especially now since we have gigs in Lowerton, Middleton, Upperton, and even Go City. Who'd have imagined the pampered Kim Possible would go from a life of fighting crime to being a rocker?
Kim sighed as she looked around the gas station they stopped at. They were on their way to Go City for another gig, so Shego was busy paying for gas inside.
A couple of minutes later, the green-skinned woman, clad in a rather formfitting black leather outfit, came out with a bag full of snacks and drinks. "Whatcha thinking about, babe?"
Kim blushed. After three months of knowing Shego, she still wasn't accustomed to the nicknames Shego gave her. Thankfully, they were mostly limited to "babe", "Princess", "Kimmie", and "Red."
"Oh, nothing, really. Just thinking about how we first met."
Shego grinned. "When we first met, you didn't look like someone who knew how to play a guitar well, Princess. Figured I'd scare you off by asking you to come over and check out my guitars, but you had such a determined and curious look on your face."
Kim scoffed. "And do I know how to play guitar well now?"
"Doy, 'course you do. Otherwise, we wouldn't be on our way to Go City for this gig."
Author's Notes: I was referring to the Jimi Hendrix Psychedelic Flying V guitar, produced by Gibson, that Shego bought (http :/ / bit . ly /nB4p98). It's got a red, white, and green pattern on it, so it's something that definitely suits Shego.