A/N: Okay, this first little bit is going to be REALLY confusing, It's Shego, talking to Shego, and remembering talking to Shego (the rest will only have one Shego's POV, so it'll be a lot easier to follow)... I intentionally didn't define which Shego was talking/thinking, because it is the same person that experienced both sides and is telling the story. The first few chapters are going to be Shego jumping around through time, more reflection than actual story, I think it'll be around chapter 6 when the "story" part will actually take off. Something that might throw you off is tense, I will constantly be changing from past, to present, to future tenses of words, I promise it will only last through her observation/reflection. Please bear with me, and if you have any questions, just drop me a line and I'll do my best to explain what I meant.

Time. Funny thing time. It never works the way you expect, well at least when you try to move through the fourth dimension like the other three. At the same time in history, you can have everything you ever wanted, nothing worth having, and be in the process of achieving either... as someone close to me once said, "Time travel, it's cornucopia of disturbing concepts." Fortunately, if you have the ability to manipulate time, you have all the time you want to figure out how to make things work. Or at least, that's what I thought... Here's how I managed to get everything I ever wanted and then loose it before I ever had it. Yep, cornucopia of disturbing concepts.

I'll start where I started things... well, where I told myself to start things. I started it quite a few years back, I grabbed my shoulder and pulled myself out of the plush-crazed man's laser rigged vault, "Listen closely." I knew I wasn't going to listen to myself right off, it would take a bit of convincing.

Right on cue, I retaliated, "I can't believe it. I have told Drakken a thousand times: 'No clones'!" I began to wonder if I was always so predicable.

Well, no since in dancing around the facts, "I'm not a clone."

"You're not?" Wow, was I always this slow?

"I'm you from the future." See, no room for questions, simple facts, even I can't ignore facts when I wave them in my face.

I began to rub my head, "Ohh! I hate time travel." Glad to see some sentiments never change.

"Listen, we don't have a lot of time. Ok, actually we do, well, we will." Great, now I'm starting to confuse myself... again.

"When you wanna make sense, just let me know." Wow, no wonder Dr. D gets cranky when I get lippy with him, I want to slap myself.

Not wanting to waste my time I decided to go with the direct approach, "Grab the time monkey."

Now, I am a fairly stubborn person, anybody who's ever met me will attest to that fact. It took a little more time than I wanted, but I finally convinced myself to grab the time monkey and stay out of the way while the other three idiots got thrown into jail in the past.

I remember lipping off, "Hm, going to prison sure sounds like a waste of time. Of course, with this I can waste all the time I want," before stepping into the red swirl brought into existence by my will focusing through the stone monkey in my hands.

Now, I wasn't sure where, or rather when to go first. My first stop was back where I called the present (a rather vague term I've come to find out), the time I lived in right before I followed the freak stooges into the past. It was what I was most familiar with, and I knew how and where to keep out of sight.

I always said I needed time, now I had all the time I could ever dream of and I didn't know what to do with it. I finally decided to take some time off, away from the rest of the world, away from Kimmie, away from villainy, away from everything... well, except Midas and his golden touch. Yes, those few days, weeks, months (well, time is a relative thing) were great. I'd start my days with a seaweed facial, so relaxing; then I'd take a short (and by short I mean I kept it under and hour) dip in the mud baths, it helped cleanse my pores; a steam shower later and I had those amazing hands working every worry away until I made my way to the sauna to marinate in those mind clearing vapors. Yes, life was good.

As crazy as it sounds, I kinda got bored. And not to mention, I was starting to show the fact I was getting lazy (the high carb Italian diet might have contributed). So, I decided to do some traveling... I visited different eras in the past, present and future, learning every fighting style that caught my eye. Everything from Chulukua-Ryu to MCMAP, several different oriental martial arts... and even though I don't like to admit it, I even studied the GWA for a while. Having all the time in the world, and then having some left over, I was able to master every art I put my efforts into, years of training didn't matter to me.

But I knew, that no matter how good I was, Kimmie would always be there to stop me from accomplishing my goals. Now, when I was taking a walk down memory lane with Blue Boy, I said some things about crushing Kim when she's young... well, I blame the philosophical focus that accompanied my martial trainings, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I found myself at the hospital minutes after her birth, hands glowing... and I couldn't do it. I tried different times through her life, even once in her sleep, but I found myself questioning whether this is what I really wanted.

Besides, I realized I needed the little, or big depending on the time, brat to keep myself in top shape, and I felt I owed it to her on some level to actually beat her face to face. I almost wish I could have got the training without the honor codes being irreversibly drilled into me... almost.

Finally, I decided to pull off what I'd been helping Dr. D fail at for years... take over the world. Like I said, I knew Princess would be there to stop me, unless I found some way to remove her from the picture. And as I already said, I couldn't see myself removing her without a semi-fair chance, so I had to find a more ingenious way of removing her. I spent the next few months, or well, that's what it seemed like to me; in actuality I covered many years from that first mission saving the plush loving freak till she had taken a desk job at GJ. It took the entire time studying her before I realized what caused her success.