Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible or any of the characters, places or songs etc used.

AN: I shouldn't really start another fic, but here we are anyway. This is probably going to be quite short, but I'm not totally sure yet and it's rather weird as the ideas came to me at 2:30am when I was in pain, couldn't sleep and was listening to a CD (twice actually). It was buzzing around and playing through my mind like an episode of the programme until about 5am when I finally just couldn't take it anymore and I got up and started typing away, trying not to wake up my family.

Anyway, please review as it's not a given that I'll even continue this unless you guys particularly want me to.

Simple Beginnings

Kim knew that waking up this morning wasn't going to be fun. That explains why she didn't even get to sleep, but had instead been tossing and turning, curled up around her Pandaroo, trying not to think about the curse some sick benevolent being decided would be fun to give to all women. She had some choice words to throw at it if they ever met and it included the word 'sadistic' and some others that our little Kimmie really shouldn't say. It was at times like these that Kim decided an omni-everything being would be better than evolution; it meant she had someone in particular to blame and mentally shout profanities at after all.

She finally rolled out of bed and her usual morning self was no where to be seen as she shuffled into the bathroom and got ready for the day, even though she would much prefer laying in bed. When she came out and started choosing some clothes she had clearly perked up a bit and had actually stopped muttering to herself by the time she was downstairs with her stack of pancakes with the rest of her family.

Everything seemed to drag on and the teen hero couldn't believe she was so unlucky as to have pains on the last day of her monthly demon. Still, she could hardly let that take over and ruin her day so she made the most of it by spending the entire day with Ron. By the time they got back to her house it was early evening and what she had hoped wouldn't happen today, happened.

"What's the sitch, Wade?"

"I've found Drakken's new lair," Wade informed the hero but he was quickly interrupted.

"Great. We'll go in there tomorrow and sort it out."

Both Ron and Wade were shocked and confused over this strange behaviour. What happened to the Kim that swooped in to any trouble as soon as she heard about it?

"Well, the reason it appeared is because there are massive energy readings there and the inhabitants around are enduring a power cut."

Kim groaned and ran her hand through her hair, "Fine, we'll get going. Transport?"

"On its way."

"Great," Kim replied sarcastically, "I mean, you rock Wade."

XXXXKPXXXX

"With this marvellous machine I will-"

"Yo! Dr D, shut up would you? You've gone through the plan five times already," Drakken was just about to interrupt Shego when she got up and shoved her hand in his face with fingers spread, "That's five 2hr long rants from you, so just get on with it already."

"Step away from that power…draining…thingy."

"Ron, why don't we leave the entrance lines to me?" Kim asked good-naturedly, "Drakken, back away from that machine."

"Oh, that was so much better," Ron grumbled.

"Ron. Now is so not the time."

Across the room Shego cleared her throat and waved once she'd gotten their attention, "Some of us have jobs to do ya know."

"Sorry Shego, we'll always think of you first in future," Kim carried on the banter with the green villainess as they finally got their dance underway. The dodging, kicking, punching and swiping didn't seem to be going like it normally did. Shego would put money on it that Kim wasn't giving it her all, but then again, she had a lot of money she could waste.

"What's the matter, Kimmie? Has it been a bad day for Miss Perfect in Perfectville, of the country Perfect and the planet Perfectopia?"

"Wasn't that a bit over done?"

"Well, yeah, but I have the time considering you're so lax today and someone has to do some work," she smirked as they circled.

"Not that it's any of your business but I'm in," Kim punched but it was easily dodged so she tried kicking instead only to find Shego had already thumped her in the abdomen and she was sprawled across the floor, "pain."

"Aww, poor little…oh what was it? Kimmie-cub?" Shego laughed as Kim tried to get up and ignore the ever persistent cramps which were now ten times worse. Breathing had even become more difficult and she only just managed to stay standing, though she was bent over rather a lot.

Shego stopped laughing and figured her rival must be in a lot of pain if she couldn't actually stop herself from looking weak in front of her, "Okay, what's the deal?"

"It's nothing just," Kim paused as she knelt down on the floor, "you know, that time."

Shego blinked for a few seconds. She just couldn't believe this was real. Kimmie was actually kneeling in front of her, this is so a dream. Just walk away. This is way too weird to think about. Taking her own advice she took a step back, but then what the teen had said filtered into her brain, "That time? Oh! Right. I see."

"Took you a while," Kim teased the awkward woman who was now shuffling her feet.

"Well, it's hardly what I was expecting," Shego defended herself, "Look, I guess we can stop fighting if you want, but you owe me got it?"

"Thanks Shego," but Kim seemed to only get worse as the slightest move would set off an unimaginable pang through her. Her brow was sweating and breathing was such a chore that Shego became sceptical.

"Are you sure that's the problem? You look ill if you ask me."

"Getting hit in the abdomen will do that to you."

"Oh…yeah," Shego was silent as she glanced this way and that, hoping that Kim would get up and just leave or something but it didn't look like she was up to it, "Oh for god's sake."

Kim almost screamed through her clenched teeth as she was picked up off the floor. She was definitely starting to agree with Shego; this really wasn't normal. Her lack of sleep from the night before and her day out with Ron was taking its toll as Shego carried her somewhere. She was so preoccupied she didn't even question a thing as she was delicately placed on something soft. She heard Shego walk off and wondered to herself if she was just going to be left here, but after a small explosion she heard footsteps coming back and she was nudged slightly, "Kimmie. Take these. They should make you feel better."

Again there were no questions about what was going on as she was pulled up and given some pills to swallow with a drink. Shego's voice filtered through her foggy mind again, "Now get some sleep. You look like crap."

"Where am I?" she finally asked.

Shego's chuckle could barely be heard, but the purr and teasing edge in her tone was unmistakable, "My bedroom, Princess."