Disclaimer: No, I do not own Kim Possible or any characters associated with the show.
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The silence of the snow-capped Andes was broken by a thunderous boom, the distant echoes rolling across the misty canyons. Startled birds took to the air, while nearby mountaineers paused in their upwards trek to look around. As the sound gradually faded away another explosion rocked the pristine peaks. A snow covered slope erupted upwards, a ball of green plasma hurtling high into the sky. The mountain shook from the blast, its snowy cliffs disrupted by the violence; a terrifying avalanche hurtling towards the valley below.
Smoke and dust floated in the air above the mountainside, and as an icy breeze blew it away, a steaming, crystalline smooth vent was revealed in the rocky terrain. The gaping fissure disappeared deep into the heart of the mountain, a hint of green flickering at its depths.
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Kim, Ron, and even Dr. Drakken stared in open-mouthed shock at the huge hole in the lair's wall. The only person not paying attention to the destruction was its perpetrator, Shego's hands covered in glowing, crackling plasma.
"Kim, don't freak out, but I think she's upset," Ron whispered out of the corner of his mouth.
"I'm not freaking out," Kim replied.
"That makes one of us."
They both tensed as Shego raised her hands and hurled a glowing ball of green death at them. Ron ran screaming, while Kim flipped out of the way. The whole lair shook as another hole was blasted through its wall, the melted remains of large laser added to the destruction.
"Nooo!" Drakken wailed, falling to his knees. "My multi-phase hypnotic cat converter!"
"Ron, grab the bioneural-circuit. I'll take care of Shego," Kim yelled, a large grin on her face.
"You got it, KP! The Ron Man is on the job." He sprinted out from behind a girder and headed for the lair's enormous computer.
Kim barely watched Ron run off, her entire focus centered on her opponent below. Shego stood straight and tall, like an Amazonian Queen, teeth bared in a silent snarl. It was going to be a good fight, and Kim's heart began beating faster at the thought.
She snapped back to reality at the cold rage emanating from Shego.
She's angry at me, but why? We've hardly seen or fought each other in months. This was their first big showdown since the Little Diablo incident, and Shego wasn't just mad at her, she was silent and fuming. Gone was the usual banter Kim was used to, just a stony silence radiating from the woman.
Shego's glow intensified, and soon Kim was running along the catwalk with a trail of searing plasma following her. She leaped over the railing, tucking and rolling as she hit the floor, and stopped in a crouch near Shego.
"What's your beef, Shego?" Kim snapped, royally annoyed with her opponent. Ms. Go. Shego. Two sides of the same coin, and one that had been flummoxing Kim for years. Yet despite it all - and their differences - she liked her. She felt so alive and happy whenever they went toe-to-toe, and it was a feeling she lived for. She had been fidgety for months as she waited for Drakken to come up with a new harebrained scheme. Now here they were, and it was … wrong; that sparkling, effervescent fire missing from those emerald eyes.
Shego stood there saying nothing, her face expressionless as she glared at Kim.
"The silent treatment, Shego?" Kim threw her an impish smile. "Really not your style."
It was the barest twitch of a thigh muscle that alerted Kim to the impending attack. Shego snarled and leapt, spinning in midair as she unleashed a devastating roundhouse kick at Kim's head.
Geez, that's fast! Kim thought, her lightning-reflexes deflecting the kick down and away. Then, Shego's glowing fist was coming at her, a feral glint in her eyes. Kim twisted, the clawed glove searing through her top, skin instantly blistering. In the blink of an eye, Kim grabbed Shego's arm and launched herself up and over Shego's head, landing behind her.
Both combatants turned to face each other, hands raised.
"Shego, what's wrong?" Kim asked, her voice filled with concern. She saw Shego's steely gaze crack, a flicker of hurt and something else behind those eyes. Then it was gone, her expression hardening even more. Something's wrong, but what?
With a low growl, Shego launched herself at Kim, unleashing a series of powerful blows. Kim held her ground, a worried frown on her face as she countered Shego's attacks. Cartwheeling out of range, she leaped back in, throwing her own blindingly fast punches and kicks. An uppercut to Shego's chin drew blood, while a solid kick to Kim's stomach sent her somersaulting backwards.
As the silent battle raged on, the icy look on Shego's face … intensified. Kim's worry and confusion only got worse.
"I've got it, KP," Ron called out from the far side of the room, holding up a football sized circuit. "And I didn't even–"
"Self-destruct initiated, base will be destroyed in T-minus ten–" a computer voice announced, klaxons blaring. "Nine–"
"Aww man," Ron groaned, dropping his head.
"Shego, time to go!" Drakken squealed, scurrying for the exit.
"Eight–"
"Seven–"
"Ron, evac! I'll be right behind you."
"You got it, KP. It's Bueno Nacho time and the nacos are on me." He fired his grappling gun at a window, and with a wail, disappeared from the lair feet first.
"Six–"
"Five–"
Kim raised her hands to Shego and signaled time out. She wasn't sure who had come up with this first, her or Shego, but they both used it whenever a situation required them to clear out quickly. She almost lost her head as Shego ignored her.
"Four–"
"Shego, the alarm!" Kim yelled. She cartwheeled out of range, bobbing and weaving to avoid the following plasma blasts. "We've gotta–"
Shego was on her in the blink of an eye, ignoring the sirens and Kim's warnings.
"Three–"
Shego flew backwards from a kick, Kim hot on her tail.
"Two–"
Dammit! She's not listening to reason, Kim thought. She glanced at the exit oh-so far away. Alrighty then, I'll have to lead you– A sweeping strike from Shego sent her careering away from their salvation.
"One–"
"Down!" Kim hollered, as she threw caution to the wind and tackled Shego to the ground.
"Zero!"
There was a bright flash as the subterranean lair exploded in a cataclysmic fireball, the blast wave slamming into Kim and Shego. They were flung across the floor like ragdolls, Kim crying out as she desperately hung onto Shego. She almost succumbed to the pain, seeing stars, the two of them eventually sliding to a stop near the center of the room.
Is that it? Are we safe? Kim thought, as a deathly silence settled over the room. She groaned and tentatively opened her eyes. At first glance the devastation appeared complete, the room pitted and scarred and filled with flaming, twisted wreckage. A closer inspection revealed that beneath all the smoke and damage the base was still intact. She couldn't believe their luck. She tensed, gasping as she took in all the jagged pieces of shrapnel embedded in the ground around them…
The both of them…
Kim became aware of the delightfully warm presence beneath hers. One she was protectively wrapped around. A pillow of raven-black hair receded as she levered herself up, only to come face to face with wide, vibrant emerald eyes.
"…" said Kim, the breath stolen from her lungs. Shego felt so soft and curvaceous in her arms, and so very different to Ron. Everywhere they touched was electric, the hair on her forearms standing up. She smelled amazing too, a hint of apples and cinnamon and sweat, and her hot breath … goosebumps raced along Kim's flushed skin. She wanted to let go, yet she couldn't. Kim licked her suddenly dry lips, those eyes following her tongue. She tried to remember how to speak, her heart skipping a beat as black gloved hands tightened around her waist.
"A-Are y-you–" Kim paused and swallowed, her voice a husky whisper as she tried again. "Are you okay? You're not injured, anywhere?"
Shego opened and closed her mouth a few times, no words coming out.
Kiss her! The thought came out of nowhere and made Kim blush. She wasn't totally naive about the fairer sex, her curious experimentation at Cheerleading Camp a distant memory. Sensations fluttered up and down her spine in tactile remembrance, and her simple life was suddenly filled with so many possibilities. Arousal pounded through her veins and settled low in her belly, a need to touch, kiss. She had no say in the matter as her teenage body inched closer. Ron, her boyfriend, all but forgotten as her lips parted open.
"KP! KP! Are you all right!?" Ron's panicked voice yelled out over Kim's kimmunicator."
Kim snapped out of the moment as she glanced around for her lost device. When she looked back at Shego, a fist was flying at her face. Her cheek exploded in pain as she was knocked away, but she quickly caught her balance and sprang to her feet. Shego followed suit, that cold, flinty look back with a vengeance.
"What the heck, Shego!? Are you–"
There was the tortured shriek of metal against metal from under their feet, and they both looked down. Faster than Kim could follow, large cracks raced across the floor. She raised a hand for Shego but it was in vain. The ground collapsed beneath them and they were thrown apart, tumbling into the abyss below. Above, the weakened roof finally gave way, following them down into darkness.
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Kim fell, the distant floor heralding certain doom.
Shego! she thought, her concern overriding her current predicament and Shego's belligerence. Wish Dementor hadn't ruined my battlesuit, I could really use it right now. She looked for and found Shego, falling not too far away. She twisted and bunched her legs, pushing off a passing concrete slab. Flying through the air, she launched herself from a blackened girder, hopscotching her way through the tumbling debris towards her target; only her near-inhuman reflexes keeping her alive.
"Got you!" Kim cried triumphantly as she slammed into Shego. She held her tight as she fired her grappling gun, ignoring the fast approaching floor and the snarl from Shego.
They swung in a wide arc away from the rain of debris, hitting the ground and rolling apart.
Not… too bad, Kim thought as she unsteadily got to her feet. She ached, everywhere, but she was alive and so was Shego. Speaking of… She looked around and huffed, Shego had already disappeared. Typical! Taking in her surroundings, she headed down a long corridor as she searched for her missing 'companion'. What… is this place? Faded yellow lights barely illuminated the massive cavern, while numerous wide hallways disappeared into the bowels of the mountain. Wait, don't tell me, Drakken installed a secret underground base beneath his secret underground lair?
Coughing lightly in the dusty air, she shook her head at his logic, and continued her search for Shego.
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Now… if I were a pissed of sidekick-in-law, where would I be? She chuckled at the term, vowing to never say it aloud near Shego. She's already annoyed with me. Over what, I don't know. Last thing I need is to ratchet up the agro. Sooo, where would she go…? Where would I go? She turned a corner and wandered down another long aisle, its shelves disappearing up into the darkness. I wouldn't run, 'cause the person I'm annoyed at is right here. I wouldn't just hide, either. I think… I'd set up an ambush, and attack… right… about. "NOW!" she yelled, diving and rolling to the side.
Shego landed with a grunt, her glowing fist melting into the ground where Kim had been standing.
That's the way you wanna play? Fine! Kim activated her rocket boots and shot forwards. Then let's do this!
Shego cried out in pain as Kim's feet slammed into her side, the force of the blow sending her flying backwards. She landed awkwardly, rolling uncontrollably across the debris covered floor. A glowing hand lashed out bringing her to a sudden stop. She quickly stood, a palm against her ribs and murder in her eyes as she watched Kim come barreling towards her.
I'm taking you down, Shego, and then we're gonna talk!
Kim was annoyed, worried and so much more, and she wasn't against dropping a few cuss words as she grilled Shego over what her problem was. First, though, she needed to subdue her. Kim dodged a double plasma blast as she closed, losing part of her shoe to one of the glowing balls of death. She dropped, crouched and rolled, then sprinted forwards. She was close to Shego now, the two of them having maneuvered into a well-lit, wide open area. Dozens of Drakken's mad inventions surrounded them, along with a large, raised ring of rippling, liquid-like black metal. Kim tuned it all out, her focus on–
Kim screeched to a halt, her eyes wide as alarm bells went off in her mind. She could see Shego's face clearly now, those pale green cheeks stained with fresh tears.
No, no, no! What'd I do? Shego did not cry, ever. Kim ached inside, knowing that she had somehow caused this. She took a conciliatory step backwards, hands raised in a peaceful gesture. "Shego, what's wrong?" she called out, her voice filled with concern. "Tell me, please?"
"Like you don't know!" Shego rasped, her voice rough. She followed Kim's gaze then roughly wiped the back of an arm across her reddened eyes.
Kim silently cheered that they were finally talking, yet her small victory was muted by her worry. "Shego, I–"
"Just leave me hell alone," Shego screamed, showing more emotion than Kim had ever seen from her before. Shego's hands flared green and she hurled plasma blast after plasma blast at Kim.
Kim's hair brushed the ground as she bent backwards to avoid being cut in two, the vicious barrage continuing unabated. Kim was forced away; then Shego was gone, leaping into the liquid metal ring.
Oh no you don't! Kim thought. Without hesitation she sprinted forwards, diving at the ring. You're not getting away that easy!"
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Everything happened at once. A loud bang echoed throughout the subterranean lair, the constant hum from the machines instantly stopping. The cavern plunged into complete darkness as all the lights went out, followed by a startled grunt from Kim.
What the–? Kim thought. She was disorientated and unable to see a thing, and to top it all off she could not move. Gravity told her she was still horizontal, yet she was somehow stuck, hanging by her waist.
Her hands blindly quested back, only to find the bottom half of her body - missing.
Metal? There's nothing there but metal?! Eyes wide in alarm, it took her a few seconds before rational thought kicked in. Don't… panic! I can still feel my legs. She wiggled a foot for good measure. The wall simply solidified with me halfway through. So I'm simply… stuck. She pushed off the solid surface as best she could, unable to budge an inch. Trying to twist did not work either, her legs flailing uselessly.
Laser lipstick? Pants pocket and unreachable. Grapple Gun? On my hip, so nada. Kimmunicator? Um, crushed under tons of falling ceiling. She sighed and drooped, her arms and legs hanging down. Okay, okay, look on the bright side. Ron will have called for help by now, so I've just gotta hang here for a bit. Yeah, it's dark and all, but I'm safe and alone–
There was a flare of green, blinding in the pitch darkness.
Kim squinted in the sudden brightness, her eyes watering. She watched as Shego walked out from behind some large contraption, hands glowing. Her face was cold, expressionless, the flickering light giving her features an evil sheen. Her lips rose in a sneer, and she took a step forwards.
No! Kim thought, struggling to free herself.
Shego gouged deep grooves along the machine with her clawed glove then extinguished her hands, darkness engulfing the area.
Light flared again and Shego was nearer now, her silent, deliberate footsteps bringing her closer and closer. Kim couldn't help but stare at Shego's plasma, watching as it hissed and spat as it dripped onto the floor.
"Well, well, well, my own little Princess Piñata," Shego said. She clenched her hands, darkness enveloping the area.
Kim frantically strained against the metal surface with all her might, yet she could not move. She was truly stuck … with her mortal enemy … and all she could do was wait in the dark for her doom to arrive. She raised her fists, knowing Shego had to be close by now. It was an utterly useless gesture considering her predicament, but she had to do something.
Kim swung, hitting empty air. An evil laugh flowed out of the gloom.
"Too bad, so sad," Shego whispered from close by.
Kim turned her head following the sound, gasping as a nail raked along her unprotected back. She unleashed an uppercut, again missing her opponent.
"So what's it feel like to be trapped with little ol' me?" Shego said from above. "To be completely helpless no matter what… you… do?"
"Well gee, Shego, why don't you let me out and I'll show you how I feel."
Shego chuckled, the sound moving around Kim. "I don't think so. I like you just the way you are. It gives me so many… interesting ideas."
There! Kim thought, detecting a hint of apple and cinnamon. She lashed out and her hand smacked into supple leather, her fist caught by an iron grip. She grimaced as her head was yanked up by her hair. It was painful, but she refused to give Shego the satisfaction of crying out.
"There's no Buffoon or Rat to save you this time. There's just you and me!" Shego hissed into Kim's ear.
"I… don't need them," Kim retorted. She wasn't going to cower, even though this was the end.
Kim's clenched fist was thrust away and a blazing hand was raised between them, Shego's face distorted through the translucent flames. Kim tried to inch back as the heat slammed into her, the uniquely metallic tang of Shego's plasma filling her nostrils. It brought with it so many memories as her life flashed before her eyes. She remembered all their fights, the good, the bad, and the utterly magnificent. She closed her eyes, accepting her death. Yet there was one thing still outstanding. One regret.
"Why?" Kim asked.
"Why what?" Shego snarled.
"Why are you so angry with me? What did I do? At least tell me that before you kill me."
"Kill you? You think I'm going to–"
"Don't mess with me, Shego! You've won. But at least have the decency to tell me why, before you–"
"You really think I'm going to kill you!?"
"Of course I do!" Kim snapped, frustrated with Shego's morbid teasing. "You've been trying to kill me since the day we met. Just look at–"
"You can't honestly be that cluelessly naive?" Shego yelled, her voice raised in disbelief.
Kim stared daggers back at Shego, letting the silence speak for itself.
Shego's eyes went wide as Kim's position truly stuck home. She stepped back, screaming out her rage and frustration to the darkness above. This was the Shego that Kim knew, the one that was full of barely contained anger and who raged at the world. Shego unleashed a bolt of plasma at a nearby machine, melting it in two, then threw her head back as she prepared to unleash a massive blast at the ceiling.
"Shego, NO!" Kim cried out. "You'll bring the roof down on yourself."
"WHY DO YOU CARE!?" Shego screamed. She stormed back to Kim and grabbed her chin, staring her in the eyes. "I can bend steel and melt titanium, and all you've ever gotten is a few bruises and an occasional broken bone."
"But–"
"Screw whatever the fuck you think you know!"
Kim averted her eyes under that baleful gaze. She had known deep down that Shego wasn't truly evil. That underneath her sexy villainess facade she was sorta, kinda good. This revelation though… She was suddenly unsure about a lot of things. Yes, Shego was a professional thief and a liar, but the emotions she was showing…
"But today, you tried to–" Kim started to ask.
"Gyah! Haven't you been listening?" She ran her glowing hands through her hair, pulling at it in frustration. "I've never tried to kill you! Never!" She let go of Kim and stepped back. "But you… you little bitch!" She pointed a blazing finger at Kim. "You killed me!"
"I never–"
"You kicked me into that electrical tower and my heart stopped!
NO!
"They had to resuscitate me!"
I didn't– I couldn't–
"If I didn't have my comet powers I'd be dead!"
I-I'm the hero, I don't–
"So what's it like to be a killer, Kim!"
Kim!? Her real name was like a slap in the face. It was so wrong coming from those dark lips. Kim's face was ashen as she said, "Shego, I-I didn't mean to–"
"Bullshit! You don't get to play the innocent here! You'd won, and you knew it. I was simply trying to escape, yet you came at me with murder in your eyes!"
"I was angry and upset… with you," Kim yelled back, "but I never meant for that to happen."
"Yeah, I'm sure," Shego replied, her voice low and sarcastic. She stared at Kim, a decision being made. "You know what? Fuck this shit! I'm outta here. Screw you! Screw Dr. D. and his godawful plans! I'm gone! You'll never see me again."
"What!? No! You can't." Kim's hand flashed out, fingers digging into Shego's departing shoulder. "I won't let–" The backhand was so fast that Kim did not even see it coming, the side of her face exploding into pain. She tasted blood, but she maintained her hold on Shego. "I won't–"
Kim watched the next blow descend, but she didn't flinch or let go.
I won't let her leave like this. I won't!
Through watery eyes Kim watched as a gloved fist was raised for a third time, and tightened her grip on Shego.
"I… so want to beat you into a bloody pulp right now," Shego growled. She took in a deep, shuddering breath and grabbed Kim's fingers, prying them off her shoulder. A glare and a warning shake of her head said not to try again. "You know what hurt me the most as I was dying?" She ignored Kim's reply, seeing only the past. "It wasn't the thought that you'd killed me. No, it was the fact that you said you 'hated me'."
"Shego…" Kim could hear the aching pain in Shego's voice at those simple, hurtful words she had unleashed on her so many months ago. "I'm so sorry. I thought you were involved in Drakken's plan at the time. I know better now. So please, please, let me make it right. I don't want you to disappear. Not like this. I–" Her eyes went wide as a warm finger was placed against her lips.
"Kimmie, for once in your life just give up!"
Kim shook her head, her impassioned eyes staring at Shego.
"Gods, you're such a– a– fuckin' hero!" Shego yelled, but her anger had lost its edge. She collapsed next to Kim, hands on her lap, head bowed.
"Shego, I'd take it all back if I could–"
Kim breathed in sharply as Shego turned and held her cheek, a thumb wiping away her blood. The touch was electric, goosebumps racing along her arms, as an emerald gaze filled with compassion and … something else, bored into her.
"Then you chose him, just to rub it in my face," Shego whispered, barely able to be heard. "Why bother staying… and hoping…"
"I… don't understand?" Kim said, finding her voice. "What do you–"
Dark luscious lips were suddenly pressed against her own, catching her completely off-guard. The kiss was so soft and unbelievably gentle, her eyes fluttering shut at the molten heat rushing through her. It suffused her every pore, every cell, and her entire being felt like it was being caressed by Shego's tongue. She whimpered, lost in the moment, her feeble attempts to push Shego away amounting to nothing.
Gloved hands cupped her face as she succumbed to the kiss, her silent moans heard by none.
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I always believed there should be more fallout over what happened at the end of Season Three in the Little Diablo incident. I thought I would try and bring some of that drama into play between Kim and Shego. Also, thanks to Kim, and inadvertently Shego, the cats of the world are safe once again. What's that? You had forgotten about Drakken's diabolical machine? You were all fixated on that kiss? Hmm…
It feels good to be posting again, even though it's not my main story. This is my first attempt at trying to scale down to a one-shot. It was a lot harder than I expected. So I decided 'stuff it' and went for the dramatic ending. I'm sorta known for them. Next up, the final chapter, and it may go in a different direction than people are expecting.