Kim Possible: Graduation

Chapter One.

Pairing: KIGO. Contains lesbian material. Don't like, don't read.

Kim Possible and all related characters are the property of the original creators, not me.

This story is the property of Mereel Skirata.

With a jingle of keys, the door opens and Anne Possible steps through, standing to one side, letting Kim and Shego walk in after her, before letting the door swing shut.

The house is empty, with the twins at school and James at work, but suddenly it feels complete again.
It had been strangely lonely for her while Kim and Shego had been in the hospital.
True, she had been able to visit them everyday since she worked there, but it hadn't been the same. She has lost count of the times over the past week she had walked passed Kim's room and expected to see them inside.

This must be what it feels like when your kids move away.

She shakes her head, pushing those thoughts away.
Our family is back together again. That's all that matters.'

Anne fills the kettle, leaving it to boil as she puts some fresh teabags in the pot.
Strange, really. How her view of Shego has changed so rapidly.
She has gone from being a enemy of Kim s, to a lost girl with nowhere to go, to Kim's girlfriend, to practically being part of the family.

Glancing over her shoulder at the pair who are slumped in two chairs around the kitchen table.
Kim resting her head in her hands, Shego's flat on the table, her face obscured by her hair.
It is only natural that they should be tired. A whole barrage of tests had to be done before they could be released, particularly on Kim's heart.
Being woken early combined with the blood they had to give has left them very lethargic.

I place a steaming cup of tea in front of both of them, keeping the third for myself.

All I have to do is keep them from overexerting themselves for a few days, just to give their bodies a chance to recover.

If I have my way, that will start right now with them getting a few hours of much needed sleep.

When they finish their tea, I practically escort them upstairs.

"Night, mum." Kim says as she shuts the door behind her. Shego is already sitting on the bed, slipping her shoes off. That is about a far as she gets though, obviously too exhausted to bother with anything else. She climbs under the covers, pulling them up to her chin. Kim decides that she should change into her pyjamas, but as soon as she sits down to remove her footwear, getting up again seems like too much of an effort. Shego smiles as Kim slides in next to her, kissing her softly on the cheek, a personal welcome home, before her eyes slide closed. They are asleep in seconds, lulled by the sound of each other s breathing.

Someone who isn't sleeping peacefully is Dr Drakken. The small room that he had been shown to by Warmonga is very cramped, with no windows, the only light emanating from a small strip on the ceiling.

The bed, although little more than a shelf attached to the wall, is comfortable enough.
But the lack of natural light, and the regular pattern of day and night makes it difficult to sleep.

Still, he muses to himself, it beats a life in prison, which is certainly what awaits him back on Earth.

He should definitely thank Warmonga for that, when she comes back for him.
He can't really tell how long it has been since he saw her. Days at least.

As if in answer to his thoughts, the door slides back and a familiar voice calls out to him.
"Step outside, now."

" Warmonga, about time." He grumbles, stepping out into the corridor.

Whatever he had been going to say next died in his throat as he saw the person standing next to Warmonga.

If anything, he was even taller than her, dressed in what could only be called armour. All cold metal and sharp spikes.

Drakken cringes back from the red eyes gazing at him from under the helmet.

The voice that erupts from it cuts like the sword strapped across his back.

"Human, Warmonga assures me that you may be of some use to us. I have seen little to prove it so far, but you will be given a chance to do so. Follow me."

"Err, yes. Certainly. But, ummm, where are we, exactly?"

"Follow, human. Or die where you stand. The choice is yours."

Forcing his shaking legs to cooperate, Drakken trails behind the two huge, hulking aliens, until they reach a much larger room than the one they left.

This room is just as spartan, but filled with an assortment of alien machines.
The scientist in Drakken realises that they are years beyond Earth technology.

They are also clearly broken. Almost all of them are sporting jagged holes in the hulls, the metal seemingly ripped open from the inside.
One looks like it has been melted, just a fused mass of twisted metal.

Warhok takes in the contents of the room with one sweep of his massive arm.
"These are the remains of our War machines that have been too badly damaged to be of use to us. Long ago, our species lost the knowledge to maintain and repair them.
If you wish to live to see another day, you will repair one. If you don't, then you are as useless as I believed. And I will kill you myself. Warmonga will assist you."

He strides out, leaving Drakken surrounded by piles of broken, alien junk.

Strange, how impending death can focus the mind. Drakken points at one tank, asking Warmonga to bring it to him.

Shego creeps around the edge of the building, her back pressed against the rough stone. She moves cautiously, listening for any sound that would indicate that her enemy is close. Carefully watching the shadows and peering into the undergrowth, alert for even the smallest movement.

She squeezes her weapon against her chest, checking that it is loaded, before she leans around the corner.
Movement catches her eye. A figure retreating behind the shed across from her.

Breaking into a jog, she pursues it.
Around the other side, she sees her prey trapped against the wall.

Something in his eyes prompts her to duck, the shot from the person behind her flying through where her head had been.

She spins, firing back, the stream of water hitting Jim full in the face, leaving him spluttering.

Laughing as she drenches him, she forgot about Tim, until something cold hits her shirt.

Now he is laughing, emptying the tank at her. Jim joins in, firing until her shirt is soaked.

Shego raises her hands in mock surrender.
"Okay. Okay. You got me."

the Tweebs lower their weapons. Jim wipes his wet hair back out of his eyes.
"How did you know I was there? I was sure I didn't make any noise."

Shego laughs again, "Blame your brother. He was watching you approach. I could see his eyes following you."

Before either of them reply, another voice is heard behind them.

"Well, I'm glad to see you haven't lost your deadly instincts. Even if you are applying them to childish games."

Shego stands, moving in front of the twins,
"Jim, Tim, go get your sister."

"But.."

"Go. Now."

As they head back into the house, Shego advances on the newcomer.

"Maybe I should show you how much I haven't lost. What do you want here?"
Even her soaked shirt clinging uncomfortably to her skin doesn't make her look any less menacing.

He raises one hand off the cane he is resting on, holding it out in front of him, as a gesture of innocence. Hovering behind him is a younger man, with the same dark skin.
"So suspicious of me. Can I not come to visit an old friend when I hear she is injured? My son has been beside himself with worry. He still thinks very highly of you."

Shego laughs at that, not mirthfully like before, but a short, sharp derisive laugh.
Still, the younger of the pair does look rather strained, as if he has been deprived of sleep recently.
The rest is probably bs , though.

"Hah. Old friend? The last thing you said to me was that you no longer required my services. You fired me, as I recall."

Kim arrives at that point, rushing to my side.
"Shego, the Tweebs said...Senor Senior? What are you doing here?"

"As I was explaining to your lovely companion here, the primary purpose of my visit is to check on her health given her recent wounds. I also came to make you an offer. One that will be of great interest to you as well."

Both Shego and Kim look sceptical at this.
"What kind of offer?"

"An offer about your future, my dear. Have you not considered what you will do with your time now that you are not tied down to Drakken. I am involved with a private security firm. Providing them a little funding to help them get started. And this is a venture that would be in a lot stronger position with you involved."

"Really? And what services would this 'private security firm' provide? Extra muscle for 'freedom fighters?' Something along those lines?"

"No. No. Those markets are far too risky. Corporate security. Protection for high class events. Guarding research facilities. Maybe a little professional infiltration, to test security. Possibly military contracts. All completely legitimate. I would never involve you in anything illegal."

"Okay. But why me? What could I bring to this organisation that dozens of mercenaries or former soldiers couldn't?"

"You sell yourself short, my dear. You have very valuable knowledge and experience to impart. Your experience with a significant number of villains for example. You know how they operate, how they think. As well as your physical skills. Your expertise as a thief. Or a counter thief, perhaps. Not to mention your unique abilities. The associate I mentioned you to is very interested in you passing on your skills to other operatives."

"And what's in it for me, should I agree?"

"That is not for me to say. My associate will be contacting you shortly. I do hope you will give this offer due consideration."

With that he departs, Junior behind him.
The sound of a helicopter can be heard, the rotor picking up speed, then fading into the distance.

Kim wraps an arm around Shego's waist, trying to comfort her.
But she still has to ask uncomfortable questions.

"Shego, are you thinking about this? I mean, are you considering accepting this?"

"I don't know. Of course I'm thinking about it. But I don't know if I'll do it. There aren't many jobs out there for someone with my past, though. And I don't want that record hanging over me for ever."

"Well, when you put it like that, I think you should do it."

"Really. You think so? I mean your okay with it. With me doing it?"

"Sure. It's not illegal right. So you should go for it. This is about your future."

Shego kisses her on the lips, "No Kimmie. This is about our future. So, I want you involved in this. Let Senor's friend know that he is dealing with both of us. If one of us doesn't like it, we both don't like it."

Kim hugs Shego closer, not caring about the water that is soaking into her top, leading her back inside the house.

"Let's get you back inside and out of these wet clothes. After that, we can talk this over. And we can get Wade to check it out. Try and locate this private security company. If it is dodgy, he'll find out."

The solid wall of reinforced concrete shudders, spider webs of cracks flowing out across it's surface. Another shudder and the cracks widen. Then the wall fractures, chunks of masonry and spears of the steel bars flying everywhere.

Through the hole that has just been made, a vehicle rolls in, it's heavy treads crumbling the floor as it turns.
You would have been forgiven for calling it a tank.
The body is much the same, a frame covered in thick metal, but one solid smooth piece, not individual overlapping plates.
The familiar large gun barrel is missing too. Not missing as in there is a visible hole where it should be. In fact there is no visible weapon ports or emplacements anywhere. The only place where the texture of the hull changes is the strip of what looks like black Plexiglas, obviously the cover for the cockpit.

Hearing the noise of the violent entry, a series of armoured figures appears around the corner.
The mechanised units pilot smiles to himself, his mouth the only part of his face visible under his helmet.

This is Professor Dementor's base alright. Following his orders, he keys the button that would have activated the long range comm. signal.

"Dr Director, we have penetrated the base. Armour 1 will proceed along this corridor to the North, Armour 2 will head to the South. Will report back when we located the target. Experiencing minor resistance and light weapons fire. Hull and viewport are holding up. Request permission to deploy counter measures."

The voice that replies is calm and steady, in contrast to the youthful enthusiasm of the pilot.
"Permission granted. Keep it non-lethal though."

"Roger that. Armour One out."

He sigh, turning to face his co-pilot, seated behind and to the left of him, manning the scanner and secondary weapons console.
"She never lets me play with the big toys."

The other woman laughs, "You do realise the only time we will have to use them is when we are in serious trouble, don't you. By the way, we are still being shot at. Could you at least pretend we are in danger?"

"Shoot. Sorry about that. Deploying Primary countermeasure. Aiming. Firing."

Part of the previously unbroken shell retraces, a trio of small gun barrels emerging from the front.
The guards try to dive away or otherwise dodge, but the first three rounds fire anyway, one catching two guards, the last two hitting individual targets.
The shells hit, breaking apart into a series of filaments that wrap around them as if they have a mind of their own.

The more they struggle, the more they get tangled up in them.
With a series of soft bangs, the small explosive charges launching more shells, taking down a couple more guards, before the remaining four turn and run.

The vehicle drives forward a few more paces, then suddenly screeches to a halt, throwing the copilot hard against the restraints fixed to her seat.

"Hey, Karl, watch it, will you. What's the hold up, anyway?"

"Dr Director said keep it non-lethal, right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, I can't just drive over them, can I?"
He points to the collection of prisoners, that lie in their path, struggling in their bonds.

Suddenly, the air shimmers around each one and they vanish without a sound.

Dr Director s voice crackles out of the comm.
"For the purposes of this simulation, treat it as if you are accompanied by a troop unit. They will remove all captured enemies. Now, continue as planned."

Back in the control booth, Dr Director watches as the unit continues with the simulation. The tank having been placed on treadmill to simulate movement, connected to a series of computers feeding in tactical and environmental data to the cockpit.

"He's right. That could be a problem if we have to do any inter-building operations. If we really are going to try and conduct assaults with non- lethal weapons, we will end up having to restrain and detain a lot of suspects."

"Agent Du, are you suggesting we aim for a high body count just to make our job easier?"

"Not at all, Doctor. Simply considering the logistics. If you will excuse me, I am due in the lab to assist with the development of the new personnel combat system."

Dr Director returns her attention to the screen, particularly interested in the statistics, comparing this run against the one done previously with standard troops.
The figures are all significantly higher. Once they start producing these things, rather than relying on this one that they patched up from a damaged Lowardian model, then Global Justice will have a serious advantage.

Drakken fights the urge to drag his hand over his forehead, to wipe away the sweat that has accumulated there. The sweat is not a result of the work he did repairing the Lowardian machine.

No, it is being produced by that old human reaction; fear.
All he can hear as the machine is examined and testing, drowning out all other sounds, is the memory of Warhok's threat of a painful death should he not completely repair it.

The main power unit has started up, filling the room with a low bass rumble. He was able to get that fixed relatively easily. What he is less sure about is the myriad collection of secondary systems. How could he really know that he had found and fixed them all?

So, all he can do is stand waiting, trying to stop his shaking legs from collapsing beneath him.

After a brief discussion with Warmonga, Warhok turns away from her, advancing on Drakken, who feels his pulse start to race faster.
The alien warlords face is unreadable.

"Very well, human. You have proved Warmonga's faith in you. You may well be able to perform the task that we require of you."

"And what task would that be?"

"You will find out soon enough. We are in orbit around the planet you call Saturn. We have to recover something from the surface. Then you will have the honour of providing the greatest service to the Lowardian race that any being could ever hope to."

Relief flooding his body and mind, Drakken is lead back to his cell, his face breaking out into a smug grin.

Warhok watches him depart, speaking softly to himself, "Whether you desire it or not."

Warmonga's ship touches down on the surface of Saturn, the downdraft of the drives churning the desolate landscape.
Clad in thick space suits she and Warhok quickly move away from the ship, directed by a common purpose.

They stop in front of an object half buried in the snow, covered in a thick layer of solid ice. A few blasts from Warmonga's ray gun clears that away. The bright electric blue surface underneath isn't even scratched.
Warhok traces his hands over the symbols that decorate the top of the coffin shaped box, as if comparing them to something.
His face breaks into a savage smile.
"This is it. The markings are an exact match to the historical records. Contact the mother ship. Tell them we are returning with the prize."

A hushed silence falls over the Lowardian docking bay as Warmonga's ship slides in through the atmospheric shield that stops the air rushing out into space, turning through ninety degrees and landing softly on the deck.
Everyone on the ship knows what she is carrying and what its discovery will mean to their people.

The crowd surges forward, as soon as the drives shut down, eager to see this object that has been revered in Lowardian folklore for as long as anyone can remember.
Warhok steps out first, right into the middle of the crowd, forcing them back, clearing a space around the ramp. Anyone that didn't heed his instructions at first was driven back by his fists. His voice roared out above the din of excited chattering.
"Get back. Get back! Bring the blue human here."

A warrior barges through the press of bodies, dragging a struggling Drakken with him.

He is dumped ungracefully before Warhok, who hauls him to his feet, "The time has come, human. The Great Blue had been found. You will activate it and a new age for the Lowardian People will begin."

A massive cheer rolls from the crowd at this pronouncement, so loud that Drakken claps his hands over his ears.

"And how do I do that?"

Warhok answered coldly, "Your touch will be sufficient. Simply lay your hand on the surface. The Great Blue will do the rest."

Hesitantly, Drakken steps forward, gingerly touching the cold metal with a finger.
When nothing bad happened, he pressed his palm flat on it.
The box did nothing for a few seconds, then it started to shake violently, emitting an eerie whine.

Jerking his hand back, Drakken took a few steps away, watching the object nervously.
With a slight hiss, the top plate cracks in two, hinging back very much like the coffin it resembles. The whole room and everyone in it is bathed in a pale blue light.

With a flurry of motion, a metal cable whips out from inside it, wrapping around Drakkens wrist. With a gasp of pain, he tries to pull it loose. The box is now floating, standing upright, advancing towards him. He turns to run forgetting about the cable that connects him to it. Another lashes out, securing his other wrist. Slowly, inevitable he is being pulled into the glowing light. He is screaming, crying out incoherently, desperately trying to free himself.
As he approaches the edge, more cables appear, wrapping around his torso, legs, arms and neck. Soon his whole body except for his face is covered in the writhing metal mass. With one last anguished scream he is dragged completely inside, the lid sealing itself, cutting off any sound he might make.
The box topples backwards, landing with a crash.
The symbols on the front are slowly pulsating.
Warhok smiles to himself, "Now we wait."

The call that Shego had been waiting for, and dreading, came one morning two weeks later. Shego, sitting on the edge of the bed she shared with Kim, wrapped in a towel, drying her hair with another one.
Her hands stopping suddenly, as the cell phone next to her began to ring. Dropping the towel, she picked it up, flipping it open, glancing at the caller ID. 'Trinity Security Services - number withheld.'

That makes sense. A company like this would be rather secretive. But that seemed to be the only thing they had to hide. Wade's complete check on them had turned up nothing suspicious.

So, it really was down to Shego to choose to go with it or not.

Sighing, she connected the call.

"Good afternoon, Ms Go."

Shego hadn't expected this associate of Senor Seniors to be a woman, though.

Not hearing a reply, the voice continues.
"My name is Trinity. Head of Trinity Security Services. I was wondering if you had considered my offer."

One point to her, Shego mused. She gets straight down to business.

"Yeah, I've considered it though. But I still have some questions. Senor Senior was a little vague about some of the details. Like why you need me. There must be dozens of mercenaries or former soldiers that could do the job."

"I think you sell yourself short, Ms Go. But to answer your questions. First, your experience with certain members of the criminal underworld, maybe more than even Ms Possible knows about, would be invaluable. You have intelligence about how they operate.
Secondly, your physical skills. As well as your combat abilities, you are a skilled as a thief, as well as espionage and intrusion. All of which could be applied to countering those activities.
And finally, your unique abilities would be quite an asset."

Shego bristles at the mention of Kimmie's name. Trying not to think about how much she could know, Shego continues.

"Okay, let's say I agree. What would I be expected to do? And what do I get out of it."

"Well, at the beginning I would be relying on you to be the front man, you might say. Meeting with clients, negotiating for fees, assessing any existing security they may have, as well as plugging any weak points. Anything you need in the way of equipment we can acquire."

"So basically I'll be doing the same job I did for Drakken, just reversed. Protecting places, instead of breaking into them. But I still take all the risks, while you sit back in your office, right?"

The voice on the other end hesitates for a few seconds. When she does reply, it sounds like she is angry or sad. Maybe both.

"Shego, I would gladly join you in the field if I could. But that is impossible. You won't be taking all the risks though. I do have a few operatives already on the payroll. And we are looking to recruit more very soon. Look, why don't you come over and have a look around. I can have a car at your place in an hour."

Shego's tone becomes icy, as he realises that this unknown woman has her address.
"Oh, so Senior told you where I live did he?"

She doesn't seem put out by the anger in Shego's voice.
"Yes, he did. But you can rely on my discretion. So, will you come?"

"You still haven't told me what I get out of it."

"Okay. Apart from a generous salary, you will have a chance to change how the world sees you. Right now all they know is Shego, the thief. But five years from now, you could be a successful public figure. A well respected member of society. This gives you the chance to live the normal life you seem to crave now. How can you and Ms Possible really do that with your past hanging over you? What if you want to have kids? Get them into a school? There is no way anyone would let you. You know that. But help me and I can make those records not matter."

"How? A little creative record keeping and poof, there they go?"

"No. By standing up for you. As I would do for anyone who worked for me. I'll send the car. Just think about it. And that invitation extends to Ms. Possible, as well."

So, just over an hour later, Shego steps out of the car, a nondescript back humvee, holding the door open for Kim, slowly casting her eyes over the surroundings. Given the length of time they have been driving, they could either be in Lowerton or Upperton. And this really doesn't look like a building in Lowerton.

They have pulled up in an underground car park, the spotless White Walls made even brighter by the powerful lights fixed to the ceiling. Their driver, dressed like a chauffeur in black suit and cap, directs them to a lift, the doors sliding closed without a sound and the lift begins to ascend.

It is only a few minutes before the doors open again, revealing a long hallway.
Shego had expected to be in a large office block, but this place more had the feel of a mansion. Of course, with the windows of the car completely opaque, they could have driven up to one and she wouldn't have noticed.

The hallway, lavishly decorated with a plush carpet and numerous pictures lining the walls, along with a few statues on stone plinths, connects to a series of doors, one of which is simply marked study. And that is the one that they are lead to. Knocking once, their guide opens the door for them, standing back to allow Kim and Shego to enter. Then moving to stand behind the woman seated at the desk.

The woman Shego assumes is Trinity welcomes them as the advance, Kim taking the proffered hand and shaking it. If the woman is put out by Shego's refusal to do so, she doesn't show it. Her dark skin and hair marking her as being of Germanic descent.

"Thank you for coming, Shego. Ms Possible. Please take a seat."

"Kim is fine." Kim replies as she settles into the leather arm chair.

"Kim it is then. Shego, I apologise for being so direct, but I need your answer. Without your skills, I honestly believe that I can't make this dream of mine a reality. In short, I need you. And I think you need me."

"Really? How did you work that out?"

"I'm offering you a second chance, Shego. A chance to move away from the life you hate. I was offered the same chance once. But like you, I had to lose everything."

Kim at least is interested.
"How do you mean?"

"My father wasn't a good man. A rich one at that. I was quite literally born with the silver spoon in my mouth. And all he did with his money was use it to make more money. Selling arms and equipment to terrorists, cheap nasty stuff, but at inflated prices. Numerous dealings on the black Market, trafficking drugs and other contraband, even prostitution. Anything that would increase his fortune. He doted on me, though. Always buying me anything I wanted. I was always so pleased with these gifts that I never cared where they came from. Then one day, some 'satisfied' customers placed a bomb in the car my father and I were going to use. But the detonators weren't the most reliable. The device exploded just as I was getting in. Father was killed instantly, but I was blown clear."

"So you father dies and you escape unscathed? And you got all his money? Doesn't sound that bad a deal."

"Yes, Shego. That's correct. Except for one thing. I didn't get away unhurt."

She moves around to the front of the desk, accompanied by an electric whirring.
My eyebrows raise, as I take in the details of the wheelchair she is sitting in.

"Some of the shrapnel pierced my back. The damage to my spine was irreparable. I would have died if Dee hadn't been nearby and got me to a hospital as quickly as she did, even if she did break quite a few traffic laws along the way."

The woman behind Trinity placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling tightly, despite the memories that had been revived.

"Hey, it's not like I killed anybody. And I never meant to sideswipe that squad car. Anyway, what's a couple of fines if they keep you alive."

"Actually, it was ten fines and a three year ban, but who's counting?"

Trinity turns back to her guests, "Dee here will be your driver, Shego. She will ferry you and your team, plus any equipment you need to where ever you need to go. She is rated on almost any type of car, as well as being an able helicopter pilot."

Just then, the phone on the desk rings.
Trinity sighs, rolling back towards it.
"I have to take this. Dee, why don't you take Shego and Kim and show them the rest of the place. I'll catch you up."

Dee opens the door, holding it open for Shego and Kim, then falling into step beside them.
"If I can say so, I really hope that you take the job. Trinity wasn't exaggerating, you know. No one else could do this as well as you. I don't want to have to go with the number two choice."

"Why not? There must be lots of people that you could pick. They can't be that bad."

"Because there is no second choice. Trinity wants you. And is willing to back you all the way. A lot of people aren't going to be happy about this, what with you being put into such a significant position. A position which, the way they see it, you could use to do great harm."

Kim and Shego exchange a glance at this bit of news, "Like who?"

"Like the F.B.I, C.I.A and a number of intelligence agencies around the world.
The only one that seems to be on your side is Global Justice. And we only think that because they haven't said anything one way or the other."

"If they had anything on me, if they are so worried about me, then they would have arrested me by now."

"That s because if you stay in Middleton, you aren't as much of a threat. But working here, with access to all of our resources, that is a concern to them.
But like I said, Trinity is prepared to vouch for you personally and that counts for a lot. She has a lot of clout when it counts. Anyway, here we are. First stop on the ground tour. The armoury. I know that you don't put much stock in weapons. But some of the other team members we have been considering do, so we need a good selection. We also have a collection a various gadgets that we think could be useful. Electronic lock picks, listening devices, miniature cameras, that sort of thing. They re in the next room. When you walk in, you feel like you've stepped into a James Bond movie."

Shego takes in the collection with a practiced eye. She has to admit that some of this stuff looks really quite useful for the jobs that Trinity has in mind.
Picking up a small ear piece transmitter, Shego also admits to herself that she is wavering. She had come here with the intention of hearing the woman out, then just saying shove it. Not that Trinity s sob story or platitudes about supporting her have swayed her mind.
No, it is more the promise of the future that has almost convinced her. A future that she has been considering more and more lately.
With Kim about to graduate, everything is going to change. Kim could want almost any one of the things that Trinity mentioned.

But Trinity is right, there is no way any of that will happen with her past hanging over her.
Maybe taking this job is not too high a price to pay to give her and Kim some kind of future.

Trinity catches up with them at the mansions gym, heading straight for Shego, obviously intending to continue trying to convince her.
Shego holds up a hand, cutting her off.
"Don't bother."
Trinity s face falls a little, expecting her to say no, then she breaks into a smile when she speaks.
"I'll do it. Sign me up."

END

Okay, there it is. The first chapter of Graduation. To all the people that have been waiting for it, I am so sorry that it took so long. I've been busy with so many things, that fan fiction writing just gets pushed back. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.

Mereel.