A/N: Whoo ~ I finished rewriting this chapter. I hope you like it? Oh, and I bumped Shego's age by a year, so it'd fit the timeline I planned. So, yeah. I actually planned this fic out this time. I can't promise frequent updates with my record, but there will be updates. Just keep an eye out. c:

Summary: Waking up in a research facility, Shego finds that her whole life, at least what she does remember, is merely part of a new virtual reality video game. The 'real' world outside the game is highly futuristic. There are no wars, at least none fought out by real weapons. All warfare now was settled with the 'video games' like the one that Shego had earlier tested. Having forgotten her own background, Shego has to relearn everything about this world through a strangely helpful scientist. Between trying to adjust to the new, futuristic, 'real' world and rediscovering her hidden identity, Shego finds that just maybe there wasn't much of a change after all.

Disclaimer - I don't own Kim Possible or any of their characters.

Remember Reality?

Chapter One: The Real World

Crash!

Tzz.

"Director, she's awake!"

"Someone, go get her doctor!"

"She's still inside the program."

"Wake her."

"But – "

"I'm here. I just had to . . . take care of a few lose ends."

"If that is what you would like to call it."

A weak cough.

"I'll be heading down to meet her in her room now."

"Make sure that you do."

The red head could sense that a few of her fellow doctors were looking at her, torn between amusement and disappointment. It wasn't as if she had planned to well . . . she wasn't as perfect as her counterpart. That was all. She was far, far from that. In fact, she was currently patting her cheeks lightly, trying to focus on something other than them. Like the person she was going to greet. Now that, that put a smile on her lips.

She had to admit. It was exciting. She hadn't seen her – er, well more correctly, she hadn't seen her chat outside of that place. The red head couldn't help but wonder if she was awake by now. It had taken them more than two years to get her out. Years spent observing her vitals and occasionally dropping in there to see her. It would be nice to have conversation with the young woman rather than staring at her comatose body, expecting it to rise from the "dead" and start up a conversation. Nevertheless, she was worried. Reasonably so, as her boss had said, she was the teen's doctor and the teen had just received quite a . . . shock to her system, so to speak. It might have affected her psyche. She might even be a vegetable now, and the red head could only grimace at the thought. If that were the case, it would be entirely her fault.

Shifting her clipboard underneath her arm, she was right about to knock on the door when a red light scanned her. Oh right. Knocking doesn't really apply here, doesn't it? She sighed tiredly, as the doors hissed open. There was no turning back now. All she could do is prepare herself for what lied on the other side of the door.

She could feel herself surrounded by so many people. The coolness of the room was unsettling. It reminded her of steel and wires. Mechanical things. Unnatural things. Experiments. She could remember the cold hands grabbing at her. Of course, she had fought back, but it was hopeless. At the time, she couldn't even open her eyes, much more make an effective stand against her captives. She stumbled a few times just trying to get up. But, at least, it didn't last for too long. They disappeared soon enough. The unnatural room faded away from her senses.

Or had she passed out again?

You've got to be kidding me.

She woke up again some time later. The first thing she noticed was how bright it was. She didn't even need to open her eyes to know. It was bright enough to harm her eyes even while they were closed. It was bright enough that no matter how tired she was at the moment, a hand shot up to cover her eyes as if on reflex, wincing as she did so. That was just how bright it was.

She figured by now that she was lying in a jail cell, having spent the night. Oh, she was silently muttering curses of how that never happened before, that she was at the very least lucid when she is tossed in jail, but getting kicked into an electrical tower does things to a person, even someone as powerful as she is. Figures. Even comet powers can't get me out of this mess right now. Actually . . . She had been wondering about that. Usually no matter what happened – other than that whole common cold incident – she was able to heal rather quickly. Did that charge literally zap it out of her? She shivered unintentionally at the thought, but didn't decide to move just yet.

After a few moments, she decided that she was well enough to move around. She sat up and tried to look around where she was to get a better look of just how she was going to escape. Imagine her surprise when she found that she was just in a brightly lit room and she had been lying in a normal – abet stiff – bed. My mind must be playing tricks on me or something, 'cause this is so not where I'm supposed to be. Don't tell me she had a change of heart at the last second. She thought bitterly swinging her feet over the edge of the bed.

She gritted her teeth as her feet touched the freezing floor. Something was wrong. She could just tell. The cold didn't usually bother her before. Why would it bother her now? After all, her body temperature was always a bit higher than most. Cold rarely ever affected her. And if it did, it was because she was in very cold places, like the North Pole. And, looking over to the mirror, just whose body was she in?

Calmly, she walked up to the mirror and pressed her right hand against it. The figure in the mirror frowned back at her. How can this be? She thought, curling her hand into a fist. This can't be me... Can it? The person before her, the figure in the mirror, was a pale teen. Perhaps only fifteen – sixteen years old. She was, in her opinion, she was stuck in the body of a . . . a silly teenager! Her body was scrawny, reflecting nothing of what it should be. She might as well have been that goody two shoes instead, trapped in some rather unfortunate body transformation thing that Drakken cooked up. . . . and sadly enough, that did make sense in her warped mind. As for how she didn't know about it, he had just kept a plan from her before and it wouldn't be the first time she didn't pay attention to a plan of his. "This has to be a dream . . . " She muttered quietly to herself. Her eyes widened at the voice, "This just has to be . . . " She said again slowly, pronouncing each word - each syllable - purposefully to make sure she was hearing things clearly. Just great. Even her voice sounded childish. She swore loudly.

It was at this time that the red haired doctor decided to enter the room. While she appeared to keep professional, the teen noted the slight tug on the doctor's lips. The teen was right. The red head was trying her best not to smile; after all, she wasn't sure whether or not the teenager was alright mentally. There was still a matter of the tests and the fact she hasn't heard the other speak yet. The doctor shifted awkwardly, noting that the teen hadn't said anything just yet and simply kept staring at her. She truly hoped she hadn't made any lasting damage on the girl.

Almost sheepishly, she managed to clear her throat. "I hoped I'd find you awake."

The pale teen, still shell-shocked by her own change in appearance, was just hit with another "bomb." Her eyes had widened slightly when the red head had made her way into the room. She could feel her fists tighten unconsciously, uncomfortably. The woman – this doctor – she knew her. Yes. The teen did, but she didn't want to know. She didn't want to believe what her mind was telling her. All this was doing was hurting her head. It's just a dream. It's just a dream. So . . . I'll just play it out. Yeah. She thought to herself. "So, who the hell are you?" She demanded.

The woman chuckled softly to herself, but it sounded rather bitter than amused. "So much profanity from a fifteen year old." They both knew just who the other was, but the teen still did not want to admit it. Not yet, and the doctor could tell just by looking at her. It just made things even more awkward between them.

She clenched her teeth, biting back a retort – or maybe even a demand, knowing it would be best if she could try to squeeze out some information out of the doctor. Her attention flickered to the door where the red head had come from. She realized then, just what kind of place this was. The nearly blank walls, the chill of the floor, the mechanical doors . . . The hair on the back of her neck stood. Everything about this place screamed research facility. One of the places she had been trying to avoid her whole life. She did her best to keep up her poker face though. She wasn't about to let the doc know that she was going to try to escape . . . or bludgeon her until she spilled her guts, er, not literally.

As if sensing her apprehension, the doctor sighed. "Relax; this isn't that sort of research facility. It's more into computers and virtual reality more than anything. We haven't done anything you haven't permitted us to do."

"And what is that?" She asked through gritted teeth. Like she would ever volunteer to be a guinea pig.

"You don't remember anything before you woke?" The scientist asked curiously.

" . . . " The teen could tell that there was a hint of sadness to it, but she couldn't wrap her mind around just why she cared.

After a few moments of silence, the teen heard the scientist scribble something on her clipboard. " . . . That's rather interesting." She heard her say.

The pale teen turned around, away from the scientist and tried to regain her wits. She was trying to wrap her mind around the fact that she volunteered to be a test subject. Even just the thought of it was nauseating. Just what kind of sick world is this? "If . . . " She hesitated. Her back was still to the scientist. "If I was a volunteer . . . Just what was I volunteering for then?" She asked cautiously.

"Virtual Reality Pods. Our company builds video games and you were one of the few people chosen for beta testing." The scientist explained neutrally.

"Video games?" She said with a bit of a laugh. "You've got to be kidding me. Come on, tell me that this is the 'video game' world."

"This isn't." The doctor said tiredly, bluntly. "I don't really care if you don't believe me." She shook her head lightly, causing the teen to look at her curiously. "I'm just here to see if you're alright."

" . . . to see if I'm alright?"

The scientist shifted her weight from her left to her right. A light blush colored her cheeks. "There were some . . . Technical difficulties during your session." She said carefully.

"Technical difficulties." The teen repeated.

"Yeah." The scientist said, looking away from the teen.

Knock...

Knock...

"Is everything alright in there?" A concerned voice called from the other side. "Did she wake up yet?"

The two of them turned towards the door as it hissed open once more. A blond haired man stood there, wearing the same coat like the scientist . . . but that wasn't all. She knew just who he was and why the red head beside her was flushed. She took a step back, feeling the pain in her head grow stronger her the more she stared.

"Careful..." The red head scientist said, snapping out of her thoughts to help the teen stand.

She looked up. Emerald eyes locked on the scientist's. The throbbing pain in her head became suddenly more painful than she could stand. She couldn't deny it any more. She knew she couldn't. She knew this was no longer a dream. This place was entirely real. This place was where she first met the red head. It was this very room. She was set up! "Kimmie . . . " She muttered before passing out on her.

She would be pissed later to find out that she had just fainted in front of the two people she really didn't want to see.

She woke up sometime later and realized that she was in another room. At least it had been, thankfully, less bright than the last one she was held in. But, the thing that irritated her the most was what she was currently restrained to her bed. The scientist she was speaking to earlier was asleep at the corner of her room. She wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to call her now, but she could feel another headache coming and decided to deal with that dilemma later. For now, she had to deal with these restraints. The teen couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Great. I'm in a psych ward." She muttered irritably, causing another occupant in the room, one she hadn't taken account of, to speak.

"They were only there because you were trying to hurt yourself."

Despite her situation, she laughed. "Me, hurt myself? I'm not suicidal." She spat bitterly.

"She is right, Ron." The red head said. It seemed that she had woken up after she heard the teen laugh. "She wasn't trying to harm herself. It was the device."

"What device?" She asked irritably as she rubbed her sore wrists, sitting up on the bed.

Ron stared at her positively puzzled. "How...?"

"Like the two of you were going to let me out of those things." She scoffed arrogantly as she turned to the red head. The woman was smirking, just a bit, not at all surprised by her behavior. "The device?"

"It's used to link you to the virtual reality pod. It carries your . . . stats from the virtual reality . . . as well as your memories." She said carefully. The teenager could tell that the scientist was hiding something from her and she hated not knowing. She swore she'd get her answers one day, but for now,

"And this device is under my skin?" She asked with a frown.

"Yes, in your brain actually."The red head nodded.

"Just great." She said her voice was dripping of sarcasm, causing the red head flinch. "What did I try to do, claw my own eyes out to get to it?"

" . . . "

The two were silent, avoiding direct eye contact. Her eyes narrowed onto the female doctor. "You're kidding, right?"

Their silence was deafening. It even got to her.

"Is everything alright in here?" The teen whirled to the new comer. Unlike the other two, the woman was older and she was not a doctor. She looked like a business woman, but she could easily tell that she was the boss of the entire operation. For one thing, she knew that normal business women do not simply greet test subjects without the media. The other option would have been that the woman was a relative of hers, but they looked nothing alike. Then, there was the other fact that she remembered seeing her once in the other world, although it was strange to see her without the eye patch. Even then she was some boss of something and she couldn't help but admit that it suited the woman. Even in this world she held that same sort of air to her. She was the type that needed to be in charge, the teen noted. "So, she woke up." The woman said.

"Miss . . . " The two began, before the woman cut them off with just a wave. Instead, she turned her attention to the teen and was about to speak when the teen cut her off.

"Huh. So . . . where's your eye patch, Bets? Lost it on the way here?" She was glad that she sounded more confident than she had expected.

The woman laughed, surprising the scientists. She had watched the teen's encounter with the two scientists on the security tapes earlier. Not to mention, the female scientist had given her some rather interesting info on the teen. "What a great way to meet people. I'm sure gained have plenty of friends that way, Shego."

The world we live in is safe. Safe. Right. There is no 'crimes' just 'justice'. Everything is now settled with these... games. Letting our lives in a game of chance and skill. Watching peoples' reactions. Seeing the victor... And the loser. These games settle everything. If you had no skill. If you had no luck. Just grab a gun now. End it all before the pain begins. It no longer mattered. People don't bother seeing people. Virtual reality was the future and the future was now. Cities. Countries. All build on the computer. All build in the virtual realities of people. Casualties were no longer. After the creation of the cyber shield, all physical things were protected from harm. Robbers cannot enter another's houses. Guns became obsolete as shields grew to an impenetrable state. Only cyber warfare grew. More and more people lost their minds to it. Children. Adults. It did not matter. As long as they were able to push the round 'on' button, they became addicted to it. What they could do. They could not do without it.

Scientists have managed to figure a way to send a person's being into it. The merging of technology and a physical being had always been considered unreachable and impossible. But, somehow, they managed to do it. These scientists, of course, were from all around the world. Living underground, hidden from the world, or most of them. They gathered, originally, to end cyber warfare by creating a program that would protect the all the world's technology from it. Thus, ending all crime. But, this, many of them knew, was an impossibility. What they got was entirely different. Virtual reality. The video gaming community was ecstatic. As well as many others. Many people were curious, others thinking it was merely as sad rumor. It was truthfully the scientists' best cover yet. Let them think that this virtual reality was just a game.

Soon enough, she broke in the facility. She was willing to test their final project. She even helped them create parts of the 'game.' What she hadn't taken account of was losing her memories. No one knew who she really was. Even the scientists. They only knew her by her nickname, Shego. The only person able to commit crimes in the physical world.

The scientists were very glad to meet her. They had expected the enigma's appearance for some time now. They knew she wouldn't be able to resist such a rumor as virtual reality. What they were after, at the current moment, was her. How was a mere child able to bypass all technology and just do whatever she wishes? What allowed her to do such a thing? It couldn't be that she was just a genius. She would have to be physically superior as well.

For months they tested her. Even before she was sent to the virtual reality. She knew this well. And she took her tests as a joke. She amused them. All her tests, she passed with flying colors. "Too easy," she would often complain. The scientists couldn't blame here. As the virtual reality pod came closer to beta testing, she found a few anomalies within the data the scientists held. It wasn't her specialty, neurological science, so she -reluctantly- depended on the scientists to do their job on that. But she had always disliked being kept out of the loop. They were going to use this on her after all, and she would rather not die because her brain got fried because of these 'anomalies'. She researched about it. Spending her time, doing her best not to miss anything.

Funny, that even with all that research, she messed up.

Or did she?