When the comet had come, crashing down, a tremendous weight had rolled over and onto her. It took weeks for her to be able to breathe normally again. Her ribs had felt constricting. Her throat closed up. Her head heavy and light at the same time.

She had to pause and marvel, now, at the power that Kim Possible must have over her. To be able to reduce her to this condition that only a comet had once been able to achieve. How awful. How absolutely terrifying that her life should still be on a string; to be shaken and disturbed by a sentence uttered by her.

"Why?" She managed to croak out. Her pitiful voice seemed to echo back at her. Oh how Kim must pity her.

Kim twisted her napkin tightly. Her body faced Shego on the couch, but her eyes strayed all over the apartment, desperately trying not to see Shego. "It's- it's complicated. I'm not quite sure… what I want from you anymore."

Shego nodded slowly. Oh. She wasn't sure what she wanted from her. Had Kim not asked for love? For, for unbelievable sex? A companion for life? Someone who could tolerate the endless Fred & Ginger movies? Who could cook a decent meal and make enough money to go out for some, too? Someone who could forgive the deathly embraces in the middle of the night because she secretly craved them? Someone who could- … damn it, she would not cry. Absolutely no crying.

Kim swallowed hard as she saw Shego blink furiously. "I just need some time… and some space to figure things out. Get my head on straight."

"Well…" Shego started weakly. She paused and cleared her throat. "Well, um, that makes sense I guess."

Kim fidgeted. "Do you need me to-?"

"No!" Kim jumped up nervously and inched for the door. "I, um, got movers and everything so no, I don't… but thank you."

Shego stared at her. Should she try to stop her? She was no good at talking. Physical restraint? Perhaps if she knocked Kim out, she'd awake to her senses. Or maybe Kim would be back. And she could wait for Kim. And, maybe it wouldn't be that long. How much time did Kim really need to revaluate their love?

"I have to go now." She was saying. And Shego tried to listen, because maybe this was Kim saying good-bye, forever. And she'd like to be able to pin point it to herself, when Kim left her. "I left my address on the kitchen counter. Just in case." She paused at the open door way and Shego did a mental snapshot of her love. Nervous. Impatient. An eagerness to escape. As if the apartment were a cage. As if Shego herself, were a cage. "Good- good-bye." Ah, there it was. The final words. Impersonal, already Kim was distant. They were words lacking in promise, but deep in meaning. One Kim might say to a stranger she thought little of.

She ran out of the apartment and leaned slightly off the rail and called out to her as Kim reached the bottom step. She looked up at Shego and their intense gaze made both throats seize.

"Is there anything in you? Anything at all in you, for me?" Her question was vague. But the intensity easily traveled down the railings and slid with a fluid force into Kim. And the answer was yes. And Kim wanted to shout that to her. To yell 'Yes! There's something in here for you.' But she tore her eyes away and continued on out through the lobby with her luggage and a quick goodbye to the doorman and not forgetting to put down her key on his countertop. How could she tell her, that what was in her to give to Shego, that with which she wanted to give to Shego, had to be shared with another?

As the door slammed shut behind her, sweat started to emerge on Shego's face. She remembered the immense heat of the comet. The muscles in her body stiffen into paralysis, and the blindness that enveloped her like an eager enemy.

Oh what a marvel love was.