Kim Possible jumped down from a vent into a vast, empty room of the warehouse she was currently sneaking into. She looked around and, seeing no one, sighed in relief, dropping her defensive stance for a moment and getting her bearings.
"Well, well, look who's here. Looking for someone, Miss Priss?" Kim's eyes widened at the sound of a familiar voice and she whirled around. Shego stood behind her, her trademark smirk on her face.
"Shego!" The redhead exclaimed, dropping back into her defensive stance. The green and black villainess grinned and her hands flared.
"I've been itching for a fight. You must have read my mind." Kim blinked, remembering why she was here.
"Wait." Shego cocked an eyebrow and powered down, putting her hand on her hips.
"What? Going to give me a speech about how you're going to defeat me? Leave them to Drakken, Princess." Kim scowled and shook her head.
"No, that's not what this is about. Not stop trying to distract me." Shego opened her mouth to retort and Kim held up a finger. "I'm serious. Just let me say what I have to say." Shrugging, Shego folded her arms.
"Fire away, Pumpkin."
"I'm a lesbian and I like you. I don't hate you because you're a criminal."
There was a long silence.
"Oh." Shego flushed, not unfolding her arms. "That's very, um, flattering. And very straightforward."
The silence returned, the two girls unwilling to break it, although Kim looked straight into Shego's eyes. Someone cleared their throat and both girls jumped, turning. The Author sighed and looked at the two of them.
"What now?" They looked at each other and shrugged. "Now I know why fiction can't happen without miscommunication. This is so awkward."