Hey everyone! This is my 1st KP FanFic, so I hope you all like! Let me know if you do!

"Daddy!" I shot through the door and grabbed my father in a bear hug.

"Sweetie! I thought you weren't coming for at least another week?" he smiled at my early return.

"I know, I kept bugging mom until she let me leave school a week early before Spring Break. It's okay, right? I know that I didn't really call."

"Is it all right? Baby, you can see me anytime! I'm almost disappointed you waited so long!"

Hello. My name is Tiffany Trap, sometimes my friends call me TT, but they just do it to be weird. I live in Florida with my mom during the school year, and my dad any chance I get. They don't really like each other that much and they never did get married – but what's new these days? My mother says that when she and my dad met, he was different – or she thought that he was.

They hit it off right away, but she couldn't stand being with him by the time I was born. She tried; she really did for those long nine months that I was swelled up in her stomach, but they just weren't the right types for each other. At last they made one final decision together before never talking to each other again, and that was what the living arrangements should be. My dad peacefully agreed that his life would be too dangerous or too busy to raise me. They agreed that until I turned eight, I would live and grow with my mother. I desperately waited for that year when I could finally visit my dad. I was always told about him, and told I had to wait until I was eight, but back then it never seemed fair.

I am now a fifteen-year-old, black hair, female living a pretty normal life. I've got a million friends, but really only five close ones. I have a boyfriend who I know is cheating on me, but I haven't felt like dropping the bomb on him. I always make up some lame excuse, or make sure to plan something for Friday and Saturday nights so I don't have to go out with him. I go to a Catholic school, and he goes to a public school on the other side of town. I talk to him all of the time online, but that's the easiest way for me not to show my anger. I'm sure my dad or his assistant can help me learn how to tell him go jump in a lake.

Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE my mother. She is the strongest woman I've ever met, she works a full time job while managing my exceedingly busy schedule, and has taught me just about everything I know about life. I get my large IQ from her, but I know that I am mostly like my father. I love science and testing the limits to see what I can come up with. My science teacher says that I could be the world's next Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein, or Benjamin Franklin, if I would try and use my knowledge for worthwhile causes, like finding a cure for cancer or something crazy. I'd much rather spend my hours of doing something that's fun and productive – plus I know it makes my dad happy.

"Hey Dr. D! Sorry I'm late this morning, I wasn't feeling well and…" I heard Shego from the foyer, "Oh my gosh! Tiff! It's you!" she ran and gave me a hug. We were literally like sisters, and our bond couldn't be stronger – of course I never told mom that I had grown so close to her. If she hated anyone more than my dad, she hated Shego worse. Yes, that's correct, my dad is Drew Lipsky. Most people call him Drakken, Dr. Drakken, Dr. D (only Shego does really), but I just call him dad.

"Shego! It's been so long! How are you?"

"Well, it's been kind of quiet these last few weeks. Your dad's working on something, and that brat Kim Possible has been busy with tests and other villains. How about you? Still getting along with that adorable boyfriend of yours?"

"Well…" I drifted, "We can talk about him later. So what is this big project?"

"Well, I was trying to have it done for you by next week so it could be a surprise and all. So you're just going to have to wait until it's done," My dad played.

"Please daddy! Just one little clue, please? I love you," I returned.

"I heard you got your permit," Shego flipped over the subject knowing that my father couldn't resist my begging.

"I DID! Here, look!" I drew the small card out of my pocket. "Isn't it awesome? Mom says that she's not going to get me a car. It's not in our "budget." Daddy?" I pushed out my bottom lip.

"Maybe for your birthday," he replied.

That night at dinner, Shego stayed to make sure my dad didn't blow up the kitchen or kill both of us in the process. "Hey Dr. D, I know she just got here and all, but what would you say letting her stay at my place for the night? I'm getting this feeling that she has some girl problems to talk about with another girl," Shego offered while I was unpacking in my room.

"I don't know Shego. She trusts me to talk. Doesn't she?" he rubbed a towel over one.

"Drakken, all girls want to be able to talk to their dads about personal things, but they just can't. Besides, knowing her, she's going to be up all night trying to find that surprise you have hidden. Just make things easy for all of us, and let her stay for tonight. You're almost done, you'll probably have it finished by the time we arrive tomorrow."

"You know, I think that this is the first time you're confident in one of my designs."

"Because I doubt Kimmie's going to mess it up."

"Oh, okay. She can stay with you - under three conditions. One, no throwing plasma at her. Two, no all-nighter. And three, careful on the sugar intake. I've only known my daughter for seven years, but that's enough time to realize that with my evilness and her mother's genius, she will go crazy, and I mean crazy enough to where she'll pull an all-nighter and then you'll have to use your plasma, so it's just best if the sugar's limited. All right?"

"You got it Doc. No plasma, go to bed on time, and little sugar. Trust me, I can handle Tiff. I just want to make sure that everything's okay with her."

"Tiffany! Can you come down here?" my dad called from below.

"Coming!" I shouted folding my last shirt in. "What's up?"

"You're going to stay at Shego's tonight. Girl-chat… and stuff."

"Cool!"

"Come on, we better get going. See you in the AM Drakken!" Shego pulled me out the door.

Once we were safely inside her apartment, Shego went into the fridge and pulled out a tub of sugar free ice cream.

"You're on a diet?" I asked surprised.

"Well, one does have to look good in this suit, and your dad said no sugar," she put three scoops in each of the two bowls.

"Oh, my dad knows nothing! I've had sugar before!"

"Well, what happened that time?"

"I'm not sure. My memories blurry and I think I may have blacked out, but that's not important!"

"Just stick without sugar tonight and we may get to run some tests these next couple of weeks," Shego laughed. I loved being with her! She was even cooler though when she was fighting Kim Possible. The agility in her moves were incredible, and the mathematics that each one had required. If her mother wasn't the perfect role model, Shego definitely was.

We went into her room and sat on her king-sized bed. 'A good sleep comes from a good mattress' she would always say to me. There was nothing on TV, so we just decided to talk. After about and hour and a half of random chitchat, Shego finally arrived at the subject she had been baiting me with all night.

"Hey Tiff, you seemed to avoid the question earlier about your boyfriend. Everything okay between you two?"

"No. I wish it was, but he's hiding something from me."

"Like what?"

"He's cheating on me with like four other girls."

"Are you sure? I mean, how do you know?"

"Our school was evacuated early the other day from a gas leak, so I thought that if I ran, I could reach him as his class was letting out. Well, I did, and I found him making out with one of my ex-best friends."

"Did you do anything?" She investigated.

"No, how could I? I hate those scenes in movies where a girl sees her boyfriend kissing her mortal enemy and rushes in to stop them, and then he begs her not to leave, and she says it's over! I couldn't bring myself to that situation. I was going to ask what you think I should do. I'm actually kind of glad that you asked instead of me having to bring up the story."

"Are you sure that it was him that was kissing that girl? Are you sure that it wasn't another guy?"

"No, I'm sure. He's got this tattoo on his arm, and I knew that it was him. I've seen him with a bunch of girls on the weekends too. I make up a lie that I'm busy, and then I follow him around town with him and a new girl every night. Can you just like shoot him with plasma or something?" I begged.

"Sorry, saving it for Kimmie. I say do the dramatic effect. It makes him look like an idiot, and everyone turns to love you!"

"Shego… okay. But if I'm going to do it big, I want to do it really big."

"You're just like your father."

"Thanks. So is there a way that we could like hack into a TV channel and I could do like a huge report. That would be so cool!" I imagined.

"Slow down! We'll figure something out. So how's your life besides the guy?"

"Great! I've got a perfect A in science, but my teacher thinks that I'm using my knowledge for the wrong reasons."

"They always do."

"How about you?"

"Okay. Kind of grossed out; Kim's dating her friend Ron now."

"What?! That's just wrong!"

"You're telling me! They're different now. It almost makes it less fun to fight."

"I'd like to kick that boy in the butt! He's so darn annoying! What does Kim see in him?" I wondered.

"Well… I've probably hit her in the head one too many times," Shego laughed. "Kim probably pictures him as so much more. But I swear, if I see them kiss, I'm going to puke!"

"Agreed! So when do you think she's coming back? I've been waiting forever to get another chance to kick her butt!"

"Kim's getting good. I hope you've been practicing."

"Oh, I have," I paused to laugh at a flashback. "There was this guy who likes to hit on me in this really rude way, after I came back from summer break after training with you and dad, and I kicked his butt so hard, I think I've even caught him calling me ma'am once or twice."

"No way."

"Way. It was hilarious!"

"Wow! It's late!" Shego yawned. "Time for bed Tiff. I'm glad you're finally dumping that guy… we'll do some butt kicking… tomorrow."

"Night, Shego," I quietly left for the guest room.