Well, finally got around to writing the start of a KiGo fanfic. I feel... Unclean. Don't hate me Disney, but they really are an awesome pairing. - u-

Thanks to Court for getting my ass in gear. c:


Up, down, left, right. A quick flip, and then back into the fray. The movements had a rhythm, a beat, and the two women knew it by heart. It was comfortable, this pattern, and so easy to fall into. Like a dance in essence, but filled with violence and an unforgiving heat. The redhead's arms were always a mass of light bruises after such fights; her opponent's mild healing ability saved her pale skin from such annoyances. Unfair.

Still, the teen could never help it when she felt the small smile begin to worm its treacherous way across her lips. Every. Single. Time. It was always quickly suppressed, when she noticed it, but she did wonder if her rival had ever caught on. Hopefully not. How embarrassing would that be? She wasn't supposed to enjoy all this. At least, not this much.

Abruptly, she was pulled from her thoughts as the dark-haired woman landed a hard blow to the area just below her ribs; the redhead felt her knees dissolve, and she quickly took a step back. But her enemy followed her, coming in far too close. Why? This close, there wasn't much room for maneuvering. So…

"Kimmie," Shego whispered softly, grabbing the hero's wrists in her green and black-clad hands, "You were smiling." Kim felt her heart stop and then start up again, beating twice as quickly as before. The pain from the hit Shego had landed earlier had dissipated, but the weakness in her knees seemed to only increase with each passing moment.

"I-I wasn't," she finally managed to stutter weakly.

"Pumpkin," Shego replied, drawing black lips back into a grin, "You're a terrible liar."

The older woman leaned in closer, the heat from the earlier battle taking on an entirely different, somehow more dangerous, tone. Kim's eyes widened, slowly becoming fully aware of exactly what was going on. This wasn't right… This wasn't how it was supposed to be…! But… Staring into those intensely green eyes, Kim wasn't so sure. Right or wrong, did it matter? It was such a fine line, and Shego was so near now. All she had to do was let go, lean forward just the slightest bit, and nothing would matter.

Kim closed her eyes.

And opened them what seemed like a moment later to find herself back in her somewhat dingy apartment.

"Fuck," she swore blearily, vaulting out of her loft bed onto the thinly carpeted floor below. She hated those dreams. Dreams of things long gone. Things that should have been forgotten. They reminded her of just how young she had been then. Young in terms of more than age.

Twenty years old, with another birthday coming up any day now, former teen hero Kim Possible had fallen into a bit of a rut. Since high school, life really hadn't been the same. After graduation, well… Things sort of lost their glow. At first, Kim hadn't been able to pin down exactly what was wrong. She and Ron had started fighting more and more often, normally over stupid, little things. Ultimately, at the start of her sophomore year of college, they'd broken up. Slowly, she had distanced herself from friends and family, throwing herself into her classes and trying to ignore the dull ache that she couldn't quite place. Towards the end of sophomore year was when she began having the dreams. The ones about how she used to be. And always, those dreams centered around her old nemesis, Shego. Sometimes, they were about things that had actually happened, but, more often than not, about things… Things that hadn't. And couldn't.

The dreams had been only an annoyance at first, and Kim had attributed it to missing the glory days. Missing the action. They started out so innocent, with flashes of past fights and victories. Quickly though, they had escalated into something so much more, and that was when Kim had started to realize that it wasn't just the excitement that she missed. Somewhat disturbed by the notion, grudgingly, she had forced herself to admit that she actually missed Shego. And not the reformed version. The bad-tempered, always sarcastic and condescending, wrath-filled villainess was who Kim missed. She began to look back on their battles with an odd fondness, recalling how well she and Shego had fit together. How evenly matched they had been, and how she was the only foe who could make her blood race just so. Fucking Shego.

Wearily, Kim padded to her modest kitchen, reflecting vaguely that it was, in a way, somewhat of a shame that Shego had gone good. (Not that she would ever admit that out loud.) And it was almost a crime that she had started dating Dr. Drakken. It had been so long since Kim had seen her… The redhead was going into her senior year of college now. Almost four years had passed; two years since she'd started having the dreams. She probably would have gone crazy by now if it hadn't been for the new hobby she had picked up: Free-running, with a bit of vigilante work thrown in when the opportunity arose. Even if the people she normally fought nowadays weren't exactly a challenge, it still helped keep her in shape. For what, she didn't know, but Kim wasn't willing to completely give up her old ways yet. It was just too big a part of her to throw out, even if she had already become somewhat disillusioned with the whole hero thing.

In the kitchen, Kim poured herself a bowl of cereal, hardly even noticing what kind it was. Something with plenty of sugar. Then she turned to the fridge, her half-asleep mind registering somewhere that she would need milk.

Opening the door, she was suddenly wide-awake, and it wasn't because of the cool air rushing out at her. There, sitting innocuously on the middle rack, was a bottle of red wine. Not cheap stuff either. This shit was expensive; even a non-drinker like Kim could figure that out. And… She hadn't bought it. She wasn't even old enough to buy it until tomorrow. Someone was in the house.

"Hello there," an all-too familiar voice drawled from behind her, "I heard it was almost someone's twenty-first."

Slowly, Kim shut the refrigerator door, and turned on her heels to find a dark-haired woman reclining at her table, feet up, chair leaning back on two legs.

"Shego," the redhead breathed, wondering faintly if she was dreaming again.

"Look at my little Kimmie," the woman replied, a sharp smile on her lips, green eyes bright with humor, "All grown up."


:0 Should hopefully continue this~ Sorry for anything I got wrong in there. It's been freaking forever since I've actually seen the show.

Thanks for reading. 3