FINALLY comes the finale of the saga for Monkey Fist and Shego - or maybe not, but you never know. Anyway, picking up where "If I Could Be Where You Are" left off, Monty Fiske has been revived from his stone prison, and Shego had nearly sacrificed her life just to bring him back with the help of Drakken, Kim and the others. After this, their lives are being picked up again - but that leaves a couple serious issues in their way before they can be happy again.

Disclaimer: nope, nothing of Kim Possible is mine. Should be obvious. And the fic is named after a song by Enya like its predecessor, named "Amarantine". Huge fan of the New Age artist. :D

Chapter One

Return

Just what a day this turned out to be, Shego thought sarcastically as she found herself being laid out on a softer surface - a bed - while still numb with what pain remained in her system. Or rather, how weak she still was after the burning of her plasma forces being drained for the sake of the one who was placed beside her, just as weak as she was right now.

Monty...he was alive. He was alive and laying next to her, hand in hand - and her hand was the one carrying the engagement ring from him before he disappeared, and none other than Kim Possible filled in on her after they joined against the Lowardians.

"Wow, they really do look adorable together." Oh, she wanted to smack the face of Stoppable, but she was too tired to be completely angry and annoyed. And right now, she had her attention on the man who was dozing in and out, struggling with adjusting back into the world. She had so many questions to ask him, like what it had been like to be in stone, if he'd been unconscious or trapped in a private hell...

...but most of all, she wanted to smack the hell out of him and scream at him for doing this to her. For not being there when their son was born, and so many other things.

"Shego, hold on," Drakken urged as he helped her get adjusted, then added when he looked at the dazed Monty, "The both of you."

"Aye, the last thing we need is the both of ye dying on us now!" Killigan exclaimed. Everyone was crowding around them now, worried and making her irritated and glad - lack of a smarter word at the moment - at the same time. Ron still had MJ in his arms and hadn't fussed about it since she placed her son with him, and the baby clearly liked him. That ought to be enough to keep the idiot from complaining about this part of Monty.

The man Ron always hated passionately, and whom Monty always loathed and tried to kill on numerous occasions. Shego turned her attention back to him, seeing his eyes close and his chest rise up and down gently with each breath. She wasn't a doctor, but he must be in tired shock. He was so weak he shouldn't overexert himself. The only sign he was going to make it was the memory of his eyes turning to her and breathing her name.

"Selena..."

A gloved hand brushed her hair out of her face, making her flinch. The only affectionate touches she was used to was Monty's, whose touch she realized she missed so much when their hands connected.

Somehow, energy thrummed through her nerves to give her enough willpower to turn all the way over to that side and look over her revived fiancé's face. His skin was breaking out into sweat. "Monty, wake up," she begged, but all she got was a moan and a slight shake of the head. She reached out and placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat normal.

"Shego, maybe we should just leave you both be for awhile," Dr. D suggested, the young duo behind them keeping quiet because they didn't know what to do - though she was aware of the loathing in Stoppable's eyes. "But I'm going to have to stay in and do an examination on you..."

He turned his back to her and her lover then, asking everyone to leave the room so "doctor and patients" had their space. Shego looked past him and exhaled when her eyes made contact with Kimmy's, whose seemed to have an unspoken question that she wanted to ask but decided now was not the time. Oh, joy, she looked forward to whatever the younger woman wanted to know now that she helped her out with her part.

And something told Shego that reviving Monty was only the beginning, that everything was still far from over. Like she didn't think of it before.

~o~

"He's back," Ron nearly moaned when they both found themselves out of the bedroom which had Drakken and the couple. She was with her boyfriend, the mutant baby in his arms who really liked him and was tugging at his shirt, and Killigan was behind her, who was scratching the back of his head.

She had been stoned when the incidents at Yamanouchi took place, when she saw Sensei and Rufus turned to stone before she lost all senses when her turn came, and had only come to with them and in time to watch the petrified Monkey Fist at the top of the Yono's Dark Temple go down into the earth. He wasn't dead, maybe not, but they never thought they'd helped retrieve him from DNAmy's house to bring back here.

She'd said before that he deserved it, agreed with Ron, but now that she looked at him in his half-unconscious position, her mind changed. He didn't deserve to be turned to stone, but now that he was back - and Shego had risked her life to bring him back - and the state he was in was maybe not so surprising, and a complete change from the man she remembered.

Kim wasn't sure if she even wanted to talk to Monkey Fist now, and Ron looked like he wanted to beat him to a pulp, especially after attempting to take Hana and destroy them all. She still stood her ground if he would be back to his old tricks, but he had yet to see his baby son whom she decided to take from Ron now. Monty, Jr. - how cute, and looked so much like his daddy - cooed and reached for her, taking a handful of her hair and laughed, making her laugh with him. "Oh, you're so carefree!"

"Just like his mummy and daddy," Killigan told her, coming up to lean over her shoulder. "Aye, I am his godfather, lassie."

She looked into his eyes and saw the adoration he had for the baby, marking him as a big old teddy bear - and different from the mad golfer she knew him as. He truly cared for this child. Kim gazed into a pair of dark emerald eyes belonging to his mother, a woman with whom she traded hostile barbs and beat with her fists all over the world, received bruises and cuts in return - and it was unbelievable that he had to be the son of the Monkey Man himself.

She did ask herself if he had a heart, and let's just hope the answer yes remained once he came to.

"Yeah," Ron, her best friend and love of her life, was saying now, "well, Monty boy better be careful, because he doesn't have a baby made of flour to replace it, and Shego would most likely kill him if any harm came to this kid -" He was babbling on about when he first got Hana adopted into his family that it made the Scotsman put his hands over his ears.

"Boy, dis is nothin' like yer familial issues! Shego lass is more than capable of mothering, but I do not know what Monty lad will take when he wakes up."

Kim ignored them both and instead concentrated on the baby in her arms, feeling how warm she was and admiring this innocence combining the features of both his parents. Monkey Fist might be fine, but it would be a new experience for him. She was sure he was capable of putting his mind to this, side the whole obsession of monkeys and power - and Shego had actually nearly tore down when she told the redhead of the lonely months of being pregnant without him, and how he hadn't been there when MJ was born - and maybe this would cure his issues. Or maybe it was all just wishful thinking on her part, at the very least...

~o~

Darkness.

That was all he was aware of, and feeling nothing but cold.

Time meant nothing to him in this place. He could not move, could feel nothing but the cold. He smelled nothing, heard nothing but an endless hollow call that could only belong to a Druid - but Celtic mysticism had nothing to do with this.

He remembered losing consciousness when that infant and the rubble collapsed onto him, and then fire consumed him before all was dark and frigid. There were times he was awake but seeing nothing; soon he would get tired and just slip away into oblivion.

Nothing but one question plagued his mind: why did he do this, not only to himself, but to HER?

Walking the path of the Yono...he thought he was burned alive once more in molten lava. Was this what the original Dark Destroyer felt when he was awakened from his ancient slumber? If this was another unfortunate mortal finally awakening him, then he would gladly trade that one's soul for his own freedom...but if years had gone by and Selena was no longer in the world, or if she moved on without him...

...but then he found himself landing on solid ground, on his back, and he heard voices.

"SHEGO!"

"Fiske lad!"

He was alive. He smelled, felt, heard - he was FREE.

Everything was a buzz after that, and his eyes felt like lead. His lungs were constricted before relaxing and taking breaths of precious air. His mind was muddled, but there was only one thought to cross his brain as he registered his newfound freedom, but his body was feeling so frail. His bones felt like heavy mush, his heart pounding but subsiding slowly. He did find enough strength then to open his eyes and then squeezed them close again when bright light blinded him. He managed to turn his face away and find his hand placed into another's, knowing whose it was.

Unfortunately, he was still so weary that he didn't remain awake long enough, passing out with his hand still with hers. The feel of the ring around her finger told him she never moved on, that she had been searching the globe for him.

~o~

"Rest well, Shego," Drakken told her, relieved that there was nothing seriously done to either of them, but Monkey Fist needed a few days' rest before anything could be settled between him and Shego. After what he'd done to her, the blue-skinned scientist was thoroughly glad he himself would not be the target of her wrath.

But Shego also needed to recover as her energy had been drained - much of it. What better than to quicken than beside her revived lover?

Medically, Monkey Fist was very healthy, but since he had been trapped in stone for almost a year, it was no surprise that he was thoroughly exhausted. He didn't even speak, but the one word for sure was none other than Shego's real name, telling everyone of how deep their love was. Drew Lipsky wished he had been as lucky as they were, but since Shego was the daughter he never had, being there for her would more than make up for his bachelor loneliness.

Shego mumbled tiredly as she slid underneath the blankets of her bed, which was large enough for her and the sleeping Monkey Fist. "Thanks, Dr. D," was all she said before she, too, passed out. Drakken gave an awkward smile at the sight before leaving them both be to their slumber. When he returned to the group outside, Kim Possible, her lover sidekick, and Killigan as well as the baby were waiting. The girl had Monty, Jr. in her arms and was giving him the attention. When she looked up at the scientist, her arch-rival, her gaze was warm and inviting now, but since he knew her well enough, she needed to put someone in their place, and Drakken knew two people in mind.

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