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A Fan-fic by LostLove2015
A/N: So I just have been sitting here, listening to music. And the music has helped inspire this little one-shot here. So here ya go (: Please R & R!
Late Night Call
Kim had just rested her head on her pillow, after a long day of many activities. She had had school, practice, and a mission that involved yet another exploding lair. School held yet another day, filled of Bonnie's bitching and taunting; practice also held more of Bonnie. And the mission consisted of tangling with Shego, Ron doing something stupid, and the lair exploding. Yeah, her day was just filled with so much excitement.
As she lay there, staring up at the ceiling, she slowly started to drift off into sleep. Everything was just starting to go dark, when her kimmunicator went off. She jolted up, snatching up the device as quick as she could manage, and answered the call.
"What's the sitch?"
As the screen stayed black, only a voice answered. It was disguised by the sound of it.
"What are you wearing?" the voice drawled.
Kim looked at the device, bewildered that someone would actually do something like this.
"Who is this? And why are you calling?"
"That is for me to know, and for you to find out. Now, what are you wearing?"
"None of your business. And I hope you know, I will have you tracked and taken in."
Kim began to switch the call to another line, but was stopped by the voice on the other end. It began to laugh before talking once more to the heroin.
"You think I didn't think of that when I decided to call you up? I'm not that dumb love. Let's just say that won't be a problem for me. So are you going to answer my question?"
Kim's face scrunched up. "Whoever you are, you are really sick. Why would I tell you something like that?"
"Well, what if I tell you what I'm wearing? Will you tell me then?"
"No. And I don't want to know what you're wearing either. Bye." She then hung up the kimmunicator, and called up Wade.
"Yes, Kim? Is everything alright?"
"Wade, can you trace the call I just received? Someone just contacted me, but I couldn't recognize the voice."
"On it. May I ask why?" He then began to type away at his keyboard.
"They kept asking me what I was wearing. Such a perv."
"Wow.. Well, I can't find anything at all. There is no trace of a call, what so ever."
"But there was a call!"
"From the looks of it, there was never a call. Whoever this was, knows their stuff."
Kim sighed. "Okay, well thanks anyways Wade."
"You're welcome Kim, anytime."
"Well goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Kim then signed off, and the screen went blank. She placed the device back on her night stand, and slipped back under the covers. She sighed heavily as she adjusted her position to get comfortable. Once she was content with her position, she nuzzled into the soft blanket surrounding her body.
Today has been another draining day. Sometimes I wonder why I still go through all of it, why I stick with all the heroism. It is draining sometimes, and the fact that most of the so called villains are stupid beyond belief, doesn't help one bit. Add it to the fact that I have to deal with Bonnie everyday beforehand, and it just makes my day so much more exhausting.
As she lay there in her bed, having her internal conversation, a figure moved outside her bedroom window. It moved with surprising ease, and made no sound. As Kim began to slowly bring herself into sleep, the figure watched through the open window. It didn't take long for sleep to take hold of the exhausted heroin.
From where the figure stood outside, with nothing blocking the light of the full moon, you could see the familiar trademark catsuit of a certain vileness. And her long, flowing black hair, that swished lightly in the breeze. Her emerald eyes glowed with an intensity that suggested something other than hate. More of a burning passion, desire, for something. Or someone.
Pushing the window open quietly, the vileness crawled silently into the awaiting room. Once in, she stood in place for some time, just watching her arch nemesis sleep; as her chest rose and fell, with every inhale and exhale of breath she took. Watched as the girl fidgeted some in her slumber, letting out barely audible whimpers as if in pain.
Shego felt her heart clutch, as the small whimpers turned into strangled cries. As the small fidgets, turned into full blown spasms of the teens body. And as the tears that began to spill past squeezed shut eyes. She couldn't help the feeling of being stabbed repeatedly in the heart by thousands of knives, as she watched the events that played out in front of her eyes.
Not being able to stand it anymore, she crossed the room to where the bed sat. She paused momentarily, to think things through, before doing something that would most possibly backfire on her. Pushing everything aside, she crawled into the bed next to Kim. She then pulled the covers off of the still shaking redhead, and pulled her up into a tight embrace.
The green hued woman struggled some, trying to keep the wriggling teen in her grip. From what she could tell, the girl was still sleeping, caught in a terrible nightmare. She held the girl tight against her chest, cooing to her whilst trying to calm her with soft strokes of her hand. She also began to slowly rock her body gently back and forth, as if she were trying to put a baby to a peaceful sleep.
After a short while, Kim's body began to seize its spasmodic jerking; her breaths coming out more evenly and calmly, compared to the jagged and strangled ones just a short while ago. Slowly her whole body became relaxed in Shego's arms, and she nuzzled closer into the warmth of the woman's chest. Said woman, was trying her best not to let her walls down on her emotions too much, and start crying. She was Shego, and she wasn't and was not going soft. Or that is what she kept telling herself, anyways.
As she sat there in the room of her supposed nemesis, holding said girl, she couldn't help but question herself. What happened to her? Why was she feeling for this girl, and her nemesis of all the people in the world? How did this girl make her feel this way, like no one else could? She couldn't really answer these questions, as she had no true answer for them, except that she knew that she was falling more and more for her 'Princess'.
Time seemed to tick by slowly, seemingly never moving in Shego's mind. She held on to Kim, as if her life depended on it. Never ceasing the strokes of her hand on the girl's face, or the slow rocking movement of her body. She didn't even dare take her eyes off of Kim's face, as if the redhead would vanish into thin air if she did; also the fact being that she didn't want to look away, because it was the most beautiful thing that she had ever set eyes on. Kim wasn't going to leave her sight, at least not until the morning light shown.
I wonder what had her so distraught. She looked so helpless and scared... I wish I could see up into that head of yours Kimmie, see what has you so shaken in your sleep. It must be bad enough, if it has you acting this way..
As Shego had gone off in her head, she failed to notice an awaking Kim. Slowly, Kim started to come to from her slumber. As her eyes adjusted to the dark room, they fell upon the face of Shego, who she realized was holding her. As her mind caught up with her, she shot out of the older woman's arms and landed on the other side of her bedroom. She then took to her fighting stance, and a deathly glare was set on her face towards the green woman.
"What are you doing here?" Kim growled. "And why were you holding me!?"
Shego shook her head, and got up slowly from her spot on the bed. She then strode over to a non moving Kim, and stopped at arms length in front of the girl. "To answer your first question, I was the one that called you a little bit ago. And the answer to your second question is that-" she was cut of by an angry Kim.
"What is wrong with you!? That is just so sick and wrong of you! I should've known though, as it is something you would do." she stared daggers at the green woman, not moving from her fighting stance.
"Kimmie, I... I know it was wrong, and I- I apo- apolo- apologize for doing it..." Shego says, cringing at what she just said. She was Shego for fucks sake! Why would she ever apologize!?
"Why? Why would you do something like that to me?! Do, do you l-like me or something?!" Kim had a look of disgust upon her face as she backed away from the vileness. After a few small steps backwards, she hits her wall and can't move anymore away from the green woman.
Shego, having watched the whole thing and saw the look of disgust on the auburn haired girl's face, couldn't help the sinking feeling inside of her. It was like a shot to her heart; yet she knew that if she did try something like this, Kim was going to do just what she witnessed. She just couldn't help the hope that she had for the girl actually liking her back, she had latched onto the very idea of it possibly working and held on for dear life. Now she was shattered, her walls tumbling down on her emotions, and nothing left to lose. She had nothing.
As she looked into the teen's eyes, a stray tear slipped down her cheek and to the floor. She had an unreadable expression upon her face, and her eyes looked like they were void of any emotion. "Actually Kim, I do." She then turned on her heels and walked in long strides to the window. Before Kim could react to any of this, Shego gave her one last glance and slipped out of the window; disappearing into the night.
Kim couldn't believe what Shego had just said, it didn't make any sense to her.
'She did not just say she liked me!? She was just playing, yeah playing. It was just to mess with my head, to screw with me. She isn't even gay...?'
Don't tell me you never seen this coming?! I mean come the fuck on, she has pet names for you for christs sake!
'...And?! She has pet names for everyone! And watch the language!'
My god woman! Nothing like yours! And the fact that she has fucking plasma that can melt through STEEL, yet never once hurt your scrawny ass! What does that say?!
'I said watch the language! And even Shego has morals, she would never actually kill someone. She just severely hurts them!'
Has she ever hurt you severely? Left any scars on you from burns, or broken your bones? No! Maybe small scratches here and there, but that is it!
'...'
And one more thing. Have you ever actually paid any attention to how her eyes lit up whenever you showed up? Have you ever looked at the way she looked at you, the way her eyes glowed with this intense passion? It was all always aimed at YOU. No one else ever got any of that attention, all of it was for YOU.
'I-I never actually thought anything of it all. I thought it was all just play. Never once did I actually think that it was anything than just taunting and teasing for the fight, to mess with my head. But how could sh-she l-like girls, when I saw how she drooled over all those hot, muscular men?'
It's called bisexual dear, the liking of both sexes. Or, you are her one and only exception. Either way, she likes you. And look what you did, you have done scared her away and shot her down. She had the guts to actually come to tell you, yet you threw it all back in her face. I thought you were 'Kim Possible', the girl who could do anything and wasn't afraid of nothing and no one?
'Well I'm not gay or anything like that! I only like men, not women! Sorry if I was put off by it and blurted out those things I said, but I can't act like something I'm not. She now knows that I don't swing tha-'
Don't you even finish that sentence! I am you, and you totally like her! Just because you don't like any other girls, doesn't mean you can't like one! She is YOUR exception!
'NO I DO NOT!'
Oh YES YOU DO! I know everything you know, and more! Everything that you store away and try to push back, I know. And she is one of those things that you try to push away, try to stray away from. You think about her all the time, even if it is only subconsciously. That is all I ever see on a regular basis, everything about her! So do NOT give me this bull!
'... I-I... Gahhh! Why?! Why is it HER!? Why can't it be Ron, or any other GUY!?'
It shouldn't have to matter what sex they are, only who they are as a person and how they treat you. She is your equal, your ONLY equal. No one can ever mount to her, and be on your level. She is the yin to your yang, the one that balances you out.
'But I CAN'T like her! She is a SHE like me, and she is my arch rival! What would the world say about this?! It would ruin mine and everyone around me, lives!'
It shouldn't matter what others think, what should matter is what you believe. If you truely loved someone, they would be the only thing worth your feelings and thoughts would be the only thing that mattered to you. Everyone would have to learn to live with it, and let you live your life the way you want to. YOU decide your life, NOT them!
Kim sat back, and let everything sink in. Everything her conscious just said, was true. She had been pushing her feelings back for the villain, had been forcing herself to be what everyone else wanted her to be. Now she had lost the one thing that she truly did want, just because she was scared to admit the real feelings that she had for the woman. She had royally screwed up.
What have I done?...
Heyo! What did you guys think?! This is intended to be a one shot, but if you guys want more, I could see about making it longer ;3 Please leave a review and tell me what ya think! I love reading what you guys write! (: