I own nothing, and the sing used to inspire this is "I am Machine" by Three Day's Grace.


Here's to being Human...

Sharon Go always considered herself to be a perfectly ordinary girl. Well, as normal as a girl with four brothers, rich parents, and a knack for martial arts can be, anyway.

She never considered herself above others, always considered herself to be just another member of society, growing up and being normal.

At least, she always told herself that. And that's where her lies started, she would look back later and decide.

Sharon Go was not normal.

She was brilliant. Of all her siblings, she was always the smart one. The one with the plan.

The leader.

And she considered it to be the way things were, really. Hector liked to consider himself the leader, and often she let him go on thinking it.

Everyone in the family knew the truth, though. Sharon always was the power behind the throne, and Hector was only deluding himself.

He seemed to be rather good at that, actually.

Then came the comet. The multicolored space rock that changed everything.

And that's when it all went wrong. Suddenly, they had powers. Suddenly, they could be so much MORE than human. And that led to disaster.

Suddenly, there were two.

Sharon...and Shego.

Sharon relished her new abilities. At first.

It wasn't until the school year that she realized just what she had given up. Everywhere she went, there were whispers and rumors about her skin color. About her ability to generate plasma. About her freakish healing powers.

Sharon ignored them. It was high school; people loved to be cruel in high school. What did it matter?

Quite a lot, actually. Hector never had to worry. Her older brother had little to worry about. No freakish skin color, buff and athletic. He was the poster boy for popularity, and everyone knew it. People gravitated toward him, like flies to honey.

That was fine too. It had always been that way. Hector was the firstborn, and the favorite.

Always the social butterfly, that Hector. Father had always loved him.

Sharon, on the other hand, was more into martial arts and intellectual pursuits.

Mother had never approved of the first, and while she approved of the studiousness, Melvin was the one who flaunted his intelligence.

Not that she resented that. Melvin had always had lower self esteem, and far be it from Sharon to take away his spotlight. It only got worse after the comet, considering his power was the least useful of them all. Great for spying, but not so much in combat.

The twins were the babies of the Go children, and everyone loved them dearly. Sharon was most attached to them, really. After all, she basically raised them.

Not like Mother or Father had time. Hector...she dared not think about what the buffoon would do with them. Melvin was always studying and being antisocial, seeking to prove himself better than Sharon.

Maybe that was the second straw.

Hector, the sporty kid who always had Father approval. Sharon was never into sports.

Melvin, straight A student. Sharon never wanted him to feel like he didn't have a place in their extraordinary family. It hurt a little that for a long while, he defined himself by being smarter in scholastic endeavors, but in the end, she was happy for him.

The twins, Wesley and Wendell. The youngest and most babied. Childlike innocence and an eagerness to learn. They adored their siblings, and that love was returned in spades.

Oh, and Sharon. She...was good...at Martial Arts? Such a violent hobby for a girl...

Things changed.

Their first mission as Team Go was a resounding success. The public loved them; and eventually, everyone knew them by their superhero names.

Blue Hego, the super strong.

Purple Melvin, the shrinking genius.

Red Wegos, the portable army.

And Green Shego, that one violent girl who was all green for some reason. Seriously, that plasma was a health hazard, should we really trust someone who can commit arson at will?

The whispers the first time she had used her powers against a villain were damning and unflattering. The man had gone to the hospital with second degree burns.

But could you blame her? They had one of the Wego twins down for the count after hitting him with an explosive. So she lost control ONCE. Was that really so bad?

Sharon learned the hard way about the first rule of Superheroes.

Never hurt anyone. Ever. Even the villain.

Wendell had gone to the hospital as well with shrapnel embedded in his leg and a lot of blood loss.

The Wegos and Mego understood her slip.

Hego, Mother, and Father hadn't.

The lecture had be scathing and left Sharon almost in tears.

All the pain and suffering...

It hurt. For years, she hadn't minded taking the back seat. She knew her brothers were good people.

But that slip up had been the first crack.

The seed was planted.

It called into question everything she had ignored until then.

Encouragement for Hego. Father never missed a football game, and Mother would often listen with a smile as the game was gushed about over dinner.

Not once had Mother and Father gone to a martial arts tournament she had participated in.

Approval for Melvin. They never failed to acknowledge a perfect school year for him.

Straight A student Sharon was expected to get them; it was nothing new for her.

Adoration for the twins. Always the babies of the group, and often could get away with anything.

Sharon had her every action called into question, from her taste in after school activities to her lack of friends.

School was no better. She was avoided and mocked despite just trying to fit in.

Suddenly, Sharon's life wasn't so perfect.

She began to actively seek out approval, from attempting to join the cheerleader squad, attempting to outdo Melvin in school, even trying to get a place in the high school debate team.

The crack widened.

Nothing happened. Nothing. No more approval. In fact, Melvin began to outright despised her for trying to steal his spotlight.

Fine. Where Sharon had failed, Maybe Shego would succeed.

That was a bad idea from the start. No one trusted her to do missions alone, and Hego wasn't about to allow her to step out of his shadow as the leader of Team Go.

Never mind that she could take him nine times out of ten. Never mind that she was more effective in a fight than he ever was, and non-lethal as well.

Then the big one.

It had been a routine mission. A hostage situation; a rich man held for ransom along with his family.

They had sneaked in, found the group of gunmen. The Wego twins had taken care of most of the gunmen, and Hego had been reading them their rights in that insufferably superior tone.

And then one had raised a gun, aiming at the the only sure target that would die if shot.

Shego had been the only one to react fast enough to save the man's life. She had blasted him with plasma, knowing her body couldn't move fast enough to stop the bullet.

The gunman had been hit...and fell out the ten story window.

He didn't survive the fall.

The public crucified her that day and all the following months. Story after story was written on how she was a loose cannon that would murder people if given the chance.

The man she had saved was one of the ones who called for her blood.

That night, she had cried herself to sleep, and the following day started her life as the black sheep.

People still trusted Team Go, purely because only one person was responsible for the death.

Shego. Sharon wilted under the gaze of so many hateful gazes. The ridicule, the whispers, the sneers of disdain. But no one hated her as much as she hated herself.

She was a villain, the papers claimed. Murderer! Monster!

The second rule: the only thing the world likes more than a hero...is to see a hero fall.

One failure had been all it had taken.

And then...Hector kicked her off the team.

Temporarily, he insisted. Just until things blow over.

Any actions Shego took were no longer done as part of Team Go.

Mother wouldn't even look at her. Disgust was all she could feel from the woman.

Father. Father ignored her. Pretended she didn't exist.

Slowly, her heart broke, and she wept.

Why? Why won't anyone save me?

She went to Hector, begging him to help her clear her name. To listen to her. To tell Mother and Father it wasn't her fault.

All she had wanted was a shoulder to cry on. Someone to tell her it was okay. Someone to help her through her trauma from being the one to indirectly end a life.

Instead, Hector had been cold and explained how it was her fault, and no one else.

His final words cracked her heart in two.

"Suffer in Silence."

Hate consumed her that day, and spite slowly took over.

Fuck them. Fuck Family. Who counted on them anyway! Tears ran down her face, but she wiped them away.

Sharon Go is dead.

Shego is born.

Her attitude changed that day. She stopped caring. People didn't like her? Fuck em. If they wouldn't respect her, they would FEAR her.

Anyone who dared call her Sharon was punished.

She was not Sharon. Sharon was weak. Weak things are useless and therefore discarded.

There's beauty in the bleeding...

The break between them was not a silent one. She went on missions on her own.

Criminal activity stopped.

Team Go was a group of superheroes.

Shego was anything but. She was super, but she was NOT nice about how she put criminals down. She didn't kill, but you'd be surprised what you can life through.

She was once more vilified, and she took pride in it, feeding on the hate and fear as if it were all that sustained her.

It was close to the truth. Their hate was all that kept her sane. It was the one thing she could count on.

It was all she could feel anymore. It was all she needed.

At least, that's what she told herself.

At least you feel something...

Then her father had a heart attack. Everyone was called to the hospital, including Sharon Go.

Her dearest mother had been the one sending out the letters, and Shego would just FEEL the contempt emanating out of the letter, and her Mother had some rather nasty things to say about it, blaming her for everything.

Shego replied with a picture of her flipping her the bird.

Not like they cared about poor widdle Sharon, after all. Why should she care about them?

Hego, the oaf, had taken that badly, tracking her down with the rest of team Go. He had some choice words for her from ingrate to bitch.

The Wego twins had stayed out of it, refusing to take sides.

Then Shego threw a plasma blast at Hego, nailing him in the face.

Mego had gotten in on the action as best he could, but he wasn't near as strong as the two oldest.

Hego took a large hit to his pride that day, and learned just how much Shego held back against him.

That's the day Shego, hero of Team Go, broke completely.

There was a rash of robberies that day, and calls for Team Go to stop them had gone unheard.

It hadn't taken long for Jack Hench to find her, offering her employment as a bodyguard.

When he had found her, she had taken the job, not caring anymore.

I wish I knew what it was like...

To care enough to carry on...

Drakken was a fool. Inept, clumsy, and useless. His genius plans rarely worked, but somehow, he still made life interesting enough.

Global Justice sent agents after them, and Shego took great pride in utterly BREAKING them and sending them back.

She was getting paid, after all. Other villains tried to take out Drakken as a threat, but that ended quickly as her reputation grew.

Fear. Everyone feared her.

She grew bored as her competition waned. No one dared challenge her.

I wish knew what it was like...

To find a place where I belong...

Until a certain redhead.

She wasn't sure when or why, but this...teen was starting to make a splash.

Kim. Freaking. Possible.

The first time she'd met her, she'd gone easy on her.

And lost.

That had never happened before. Huh.

Oh well, it was probably a fluke. She'll probably be frightened off soon enough.

Only she didn't.

Time and time again, they went head to head. Time and time again, she lost. Each time, she tried a little harder to push her. Every time, she tried a little harder to win.

But I am Machine, I never sleep,

I keep my eyes wide open..!

What was WITH this girl?! Did she not FEAR her? She slings plasma around like it was going out of style! This is freaking CRAZY!

I am Machine, a part of me,

Wishes I could just feel something..!

Those eyes. Those...those eyes. The first time she looked into those eyes, it was like looking at a younger form of herself.

She hated her immediately.

Weak! WEAK! Thinks she's a Hero, huh? I'll show her!

Every time they fought, it was as if those eyes mocked her.

Then there was THAT day.

It was the day of Aviarius. Useless siblings.

Leave it to them to screw up that badly. Hego was still the same self righteous buffoon as ever, and now he has the whole team deferring to him as leader.

They wanted her back on the side of good. Bah. As if she'd waste her time with those idiots. Though, seeing little Kimmie with Hego's powers had throw her for a VERY unpleasant loop.

It was like Hego all over again.

But at the same time, it wasn't.

Once she had stopped to look, she saw...respect.

No hero respects a villain! You just don't DO that! The parallels between the two of them seemed to grow closer together, but their was some differences. Though, mostly that Kimmie was a goodie-goodie. But she had to respect the girl's skills.

Shego couldn't believe it once she chased that train of thought. Was she growing...FOND of her?

KIM FREAKING POSSIBLE?!

When had THAT happened?! Not only that, but respect? Shego couldn't believe it. It just wasn't happening. But it was all there.

She no longer had to purposefully tamper with Drakken's death traps. Little Kimmie was able to escape all on her own, despite that bumbling oaf she lugged around.

If only she were evil...the two of them could have so much FUN together!

Or that's what she had thought.

The little SNAFU with the lil diablos had a rather harsh way of crushing that desire.

When Kim had shown up at first with that cool super suit, Shego thought she would finally see what she wanted.

An Equal.

But what she saw horrified her. Princess...her Kimmie...that was NOT the one she saw. Sure, that form fitting suit did wonders for her sex appeal, even if she no longer got to see that cute midrift-wait, WHAT? Okay, Bisexual tendencies whenever Princess is involved, got it. File that way for later consideration...

She go had been...hard pressed to match the enraged Kim. And suddenly, evil Kim wasn't looking so attractive. There was a certain amount of joy and respect in Kimmie's eyes when they had fought before, and it had sent shivers down her spine when she first noticed it.

She was still getting shivers, but not of enjoyment. Kim Possible was angry, and it was NOT pretty.

Being kicked into that tower hurt a lot more than just physically. Hearing the Princess say she hated her had a unexpected effect. It was like she had been punched in the gut, and her chest was full of ice. She hesitated, and for a moment, she swore her heart stopped.

Then there was a familiar pain. One she had thought she'd shed years ago. The pain of heartbreak. She...didn't want Kim Possible to hate her. Why?

Her days recovering and her escape left her pondering that question.

Why? Why did she want Kim Possible to like her? Or at least, not hate her.

No. Nononono. Not now, no, this can't be happening!

She, Shego, had a freaking CRUSH?! FUCK.

She went through several weeks of denial before it finally sank in. She had a crush on Kim Possible. Too bad she was seeing that Stoppable buffoon. Oh well.

That crush was persistent, though. Dammit all.

And this...this is where our story begins.