Summary: Drakken and Shego's son hates his life; though his parents rule the world and everything dangles at his fingertips. Ron and Kim's daughter loves life; though it has claimed her mother's eyesight and has forced her to be illegal. Somehow, these two teens from different social castes meet and find comfort in unexpected places. No flames.

Disclaimer: I only own Indigo, Abigail and Hope. Who's Hope? You'll find out.

Disclaimer: I own only Indigo, Hope, and Abigail.

A/N: A sequel to JMAB. From Indigo's POV, and then Hope's. Who's Hope? You'll see.

I can barely remember a time when the world wasn't gray. The skies are always gray, the streets gray, and the people are gray. I remember when my parents, my sister and I lived in a normal house. I remember a time when we didn't own the world. But all these memories are barely hanging on. I make myself remember them.

I watch the drones soar by my window as I do everyday. I hear Monkey Fist yell for me as I do everyday. I ignore my baby-sitter as I do everyday. I hate my life; it's so routine.

"Your mother wishes your prescence!" he calls again.

I snap from my memories and stare at him incredlously.

"Riight," I reply sarcastically.

Mother? Want me for something? She's been so busy lately, I had thought she'd forgotten her two children.

I stand up and sigh; trying not to look anxious. I follow Monkey Fist into my mother's office.

Her back is turned, classic. Monkey Fist leaves me alone with her. I make a series of coughing noises. She jumps slightly and turns to face me.

"Indigo?" she says.

I'm tempted to say 'no, I'm not.' but I don't.
"Yeah..." I mutter looking to my feet for reassurance.

"You look just like your father now," she breathes.

"Yup. Just like Dad. Minus the blue skin and genetically created muscles," I say monotonusly.

She laughs.

"So he has bothered to keep up with you? That's a good thing," she says happily.

I make an indifferent noise.She doesn't notice.

"I'm checking up on you," she says abruptly.

"Well, I'm alive. Thanks for asking."

Laughter; again.

"No, no. How are you doing?" she asks.

"Fine." Fine my foot.

"Is there anything you want?"

"No." Nothing but a family like we were before.

"Anything you need?"

"No. I'm set." Set to leave.

I lookinto her eyes briefly. For that fleeting second, her eyes are filled with remorse and regret. I hoped my own eyes didn't betray me like that.

She sighs.

"Indigo, you're 14 now," she says.

"Yes. 14, yippee," I mutter.

She smiles weakly.

"When you turn 21, I may just turn this over to you," she says softly.

I see it in her eyes; she means the dictatorship. I don't want it. But I accept with a nod. Maybe I can change the world and the way things are, afterall.

A/n: Okay, I lied... you don't find out about Hope til the next chappie. No flames; RR