For the lawyers, I don't own any Disney character, nor am I trying to profit off them. Just telling a story.

Kim Possible: Blank Slate

By LJ58

Part 2: In which Kim gets her memory back just in time for things to get really weird.

"Well," Drakken demanded as Shego came back into the timeshare lair where they had retreated, not even having time to have the lights or cable switched on.

Fortunately, Duff's old lair was nearby, so they borrowed his.

Shego glared at him as she collapsed into a chair, and reached for a nail fire.

"She's back with the buffoon. And he's sticking to her like glue," she grumbled.

"And?"

"Let me put it this way, Dr. D. I wouldn't be showing my face anytime soon. She's remembering more every day, and what she remembers from her vacation among the henchmen is making her moodier every day."

"Meh. So, if she's moody, we don't have to worry if she's just sitting and sulking. Right?"

Shego said nothing as she filed her long nails that were actually her own claws, another rarely talked about part of her comet mutation she masked by pretending they were part of the gloves that were a constant part of her usual costume.

"Right, Shego," he asked again. "So, what took you so long? You had more than enough time…."

"I was making a few withdrawals while I had the chance since Kimmie isn't completely recovered yet," she told him. "In this economy, you need a little extra padding," she drawled.

"Oh. So, how long do you think it might be before that annoying teen is fully recovered?"

"The way she's going. Not long," she admitted sourly as she continued to tend her jagged claws she had sheered a bit pulling open a vault door some wise guy thought would keep her out.

"But she's not one hundred percent yet? That means she won't be coming after us anytime soon. Right? She's probably just taking it easy. Relearning the alphabet, and….things. Right," he asked just a bit anxiously.

"We're talking about Kimmie, Doc. Remember? What do you think she's going to do once she puts the final pieces together now that they've got her memory upgraded?"

"Oh….!"

The blue-skinned man looked almost comical as he glanced around, cringing as if expecting her to appear at that very minute. "Oh, snap," he finally murmured. "Maybe I should go on vacation this time."

Shego only sniggered.

"Or…..Or, Shego, we can do something even Kim Possible won't be expecting, since surely she's not yet completely recovered. So she won't be expecting us to do what we do, when we do what I'm planning, until it's done," he exclaimed in manic delight.

"Is this going to blow up in my face," Shego groaned. "Because I'm really tired of things blowing up in my face. Do you know what those explosions do to my complexion?"

"Please, you're sounding like Junior now. You don't even have a com….plex…. Shego," he sputtered, holding his small hands up in an effectual attempt to ward off her growing anger. "I didn't mean it the way you must be thinking," he assured her as she rose, her hands glowing, her nails forgotten.

"And how do you think I think you meant it, Dr. Dimwit," she growled, her expression murderous.

"Just listen to my plan, and you'll understand what I meant," he tried to distract her. "First, we grab her father. That annoying know-it-all, James Possible," he hissed, clenching his fists as his dark eyes narrowed at some secret memory.

"Haven't we done this one before? And I, for one, remember how it ended."

"No, no, no, Shego," he assured her. "This time, we use him to lure Kim Possible into a trap from which she cannot possibly…"

Shego glared, but her anger seemed diffused as she actually yawned. "Been there. Done it. Twice, actually. And you blew it both times."

"But this time she's not herself," Drakken reasoned. "We grab her father, and lead her into a trap she cannot possibly cope with since she's not completely herself, and I'll finally have my ultimate revenge on all things Possible," he shouted as he pumped a fist in the air.

"What about the kids?"

"Eh? What kids?"

"You know. The tweebs. The twins that stopped your mind control shtick that time. Which, by the way, I haven't forgotten yet."

"Oh. Them. Well, they're still just….kids."

"Who built a handheld phase disruptor, and did a pretty good job kicking your butt on their own."

"Well, I'm not inviting them," the cerulean scientist huffed. "So, nyah!"

Shego's jaw dropped as he stalked off to return to work on a, yet again, overly large device he was building in the new lair. She had yet to figure out what it was, as honestly, she had not listened to his rant this time. Besides, she already figured it would be blowing up on cue about the time he tried to fire it up.

All his stuff did.

"Whatever. I'm going to take a shower. I'll go spy on the cheerleader later tonight and see what they're up to by then."

"Good! By then I'll have my…"

"Yada, yada, yada," she pantomimed with one hand. "Really, Doc. You gotta learn to keep the babble to a minimum. You'll live longer," still trying to understand just what the heck had happened earlier that day when she had finally run into Kimmie.

"What does babbling have to do with…..?"

"Because I remember what you said about my complexion," she growled as she fired off a plasma burst at his backside before she left.

Drakken howled, dancing around as he jerked off his charred coat to see the hole in his blue trousers. "Hmmm. Note to self. Find that box of extra lab coats," he said, and headed for storage.

KP

"Dad, you still up," Kim asked as she walked in with Ron after school.

"In the kitchen, sweetheart," she heard as Ron stared at her with a weary smile.

"How was your day," James asked, home early himself since there had been a slight mishap with launch control.

"Great," Kim smiled.

"Terrible," Ron groaned.

The rocket scientist eyed the two teens, and raised one brow. "Problems, Ronald?"

"She still doesn't remember…..everything," he huffed, sitting down at the table as Kim filled two glasses with cold lemonade for them. "And worse…..she kissed Shego!"

"Kissed. Shego," James Possible frowned, his mind unable to quite wrap around that one.

"You know. Glowing hands of death? The green woman? The much older green woman?"

"She's not that old, Ron," Kim blushed as her father fixed his gaze on him before looking her way.

"Something I should know, Kimmie-cub," he asked pointedly. "Or is this going to be one of those mother-daughter things."

"It's no big, dad. Ron's just freaking over….nothing," she said, blushing even as she said it, still remembering meeting Shego that afternoon not an hour ago in town.

"Maybe you'd better tell me what this nothing is, Kimberly," he drawled as Rufus climbed out of Ron's pocket to perch on his shoulder, looking confused himself.

"Well, dad, Ron rode me into town to see…..that is….stop a robbery. He and Wade thought getting back into action might bring back some more of my memory, and….stuff. We ran into Shego, and we had a chat, and….."

"You kissed her," Ron almost screeched. "On the lips! You even tried to give her money when she claimed you still owed her ten bucks for the pizza!"

Kim sighed.

"So," James murmured, eyeing the pair as Kim sat down next to him, and watched Rufus pat his head in sympathy. "I take it the subliminal data dump hasn't completely restarted your own memories yet?"

"Well, I have remembered a lot, dad," she assured him. "I even remember most of the people at school, and….."

"She still doesn't remember we're dating," Ron grumbled under his breath.

"What was that," both Possibles asked.

"Nothing," he said, reaching for his drink only then. "Nothing at all."

"Sometimes you are so weird," Kim told him.

Ron pouted.

"That's okay. I like weird," she assured him, and patted his shoulder as Rufus had done a moment ago.

Ron only slumped deeper into his chair.

"Did I miss something," Ann asked as the neurosurgeon walked into the room just then, having just arrived from the hospital.

"Apparently, Kim's been going around kissing her arch foes," James drawled, reaching for his paper even as Kim sputtered, and flamed while Ron glared.

"Well. That's an odd way to beat them," Ann drawled without reacting.

"Dad," she finally got out. "That's not how it happened."

"So, you aren't kissing your arch foes."

"Only Shego," Kim blurted out, then blushed again. "But I can explain. I think," she added with a confused frown.

"I wish someone would explain it to me," Ron muttered.

Rufus nodded, making sounds of agreement.

"Why don't you boys go watch television, or something while Kim and I chat," her mother smiled indulgently. "We'll get supper going….."

"She's not helping," both males exclaimed in horror as they looked up from what occupied them at the same instant.

"Dad! Ron," Kim frowned as she couldn't help but feel hurt.

"Well, honey, you are a bit…..challenged in the kitchen. We all know that."

"I could cook if I wanted," she muttered sourly. "I just….."

"Yes," Ann asked.

Now Kim pouted, and Ann couldn't help chuckling. "Scoot, boys. Unless you'd like to help?"

Both James and Ron left, James' gaze never leaving the paper he suddenly found new interest in as he winked at his wife, and led Ron into the other room.

"So, sweetie. Want to talk about it?"

Kim sighed, and looked around.

"Something wrong?"

"Well, you're not on the phone, so I don't have to worry about the speaker, but I feel like….. Tweebs," she shouted, and heard twin yelps as she looked down and saw two identical faces under the table. One holding a recording device. One holding a microphone aimed her way. "Out," she roared.

"Jim, Tim? What have we said about trying to record your sister without her knowledge, or approval?"

"Ah, mom. Our blog is drying up, we just wanted something fresh to…"

Kim's growl was eloquent as the pair raced off with matching grins.

"Those two I would gladly forget all over again," she muttered as she settled back in her chair as she watched her mother start to pull out things to prepare the evening meal.

"Now, Kim, you don't mean that."

"I know," she sighed. "I just…"

"Why don't you tell me what's really on your mind?"

"Well, we did run into Shego in town today. And….I did kiss her."

Ann didn't so much as blink.

"I take it that's what has Ron so tweaked?"

"A bit. That and getting chased off by Shego when he tried to break us apart."

"Apart," Ann turned to eye her.

"Well, we kind of…..kissed really….uhm…."

"Passionately?"

"I don't know why," Kim sighed. "I just…. She was…. I kind of feel….."

"Lost?"

"Oh, yeah," Kim nodded.

"Tell me something, Kimberly," she asked. "Do you remember our family yet? All of your family?"

"Huh," she frowned.

"Never mind. When you do, you'll understand."

"I will?"

"Trust me," Ann smiled her secretive, all-knowing mother's smile.

Kim sighed, and watched her mother begin cooking. She made it look so easy. But then, she was a brain surgeon. Kim was pretty sure she could do what she was doing. She had learned about…a dozen or so martial arts. Surely mixing up a few ingredients in a bowl couldn't be that hard.

"Can I make something," she asked impulsively.

Ann betrayed genuine fear for the first time. "Now, sweetie, you know our new home insurance policy strictly forbids you trying to cook again. The fire department insisted the company put it in the clause."

Kim sulked.

"This tanks."

"Don't worry, sweetie," Ann smiled. "The way you're going, you'll remember everything soon enough. Then you'll be back to normal in no time, and start fighting your enemies again instead of….." She paused to laugh. "Kissing them."

"Mom! It was only Shego. And….I don't feel like I want to fight her. Well, I do. It's fun. But I liked kissing her, too. And….."

"Patience, Kimmie-cub," she laughed again. "It'll work out."

"Was I this impatient before," she asked darkly as she slumped back in her chair, feeling more than a little restless."

"Honestly? I'm surprised you're still sitting in that chair," her mother glanced back at her. "You're not known for staying still long, dear. But it runs in the family, so don't worry."

Kim glared, but said nothing.

KP

"So why are we going to the Space Center, when it would be so much easier to grab him at home," Drakken demanded as the hovercraft watched the car below them as it turned off the main highway, and headed toward a guarded fence.

"Because, that family has more security than the freaking President at home, and you can't get near the house without a laser or something shooting your butt off if you try," Shego explained. Not for the first time.

"Then why not just grab him now," he asked, looking over the side of their cloaked aircraft, seeing no reason the bane of his existence couldn't be snatched with ease right off the highway. Well, the bane of his existence who had spawned the other bane of his existence.

"Doy. That car of his is like a tank. And has just as many defenses. We wait, and when he gets out, and is heading inside the center, we grab him then without any problem," Shego explained. Again, not for the first time.

"But…."

"Gah! Look, we've gone over this like….twenty times, Dr. D. We grab the egghead when he's least likely to have a chance to stop us, or have help."

"That's not the way I planned it."

Shego's glare was eloquent.

"Well, honestly, Shego," Drakken muttered as he glanced down again, watching the minivan pulling into the space center's guarded lot. "My plans…."

"Never work. So zip it. Now, shut up. We have to time this right, or he'll get away."

"Not this time," Drakken smiled smugly. "This time, I…"

Shego looked pointedly at him as her green eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. "So not the time for ranting," she pointed out. Firmly.

"Shutting up," he whined.

KP

"What's the sitch, Wade," Kim smiled when she opened her locker to see her longtime friend already on screen as she put away the books she carried in preparation for cheer practice between lunch and study hall.

"I hope you're ready for action, Kim," the young genius told her grim, "Because we have a hit on the site. And you aren't going to believe who it's from."

"I'm not? Why wouldn't…"

The young man's dark, pudgy features were replaced by a smirking, round face with a dark scar cut into his cerulean features. "Hello, Kim Possible. Or should I say….Princess," the man sneered mockingly. "Maybe you remember me. Dr. Drakken! I….."

"Will you just get on with it," a sardonic voice hissed from off-screen.

"Oh. Right. Anyway, I, Dr. Drakken…..!"

The camera's view suddenly switched, and Shego was filling the monitor. "Look, Kimmie. Dr. D snatched your dad," she said, and pointed, the monitor now showing her unconscious father dangling from chains in front of a very large device aimed right at him. "You show up now, or daddy is going to be… What's that thing do again," she asked almost indifferently.

"Shego! I've told you five times that my pneumonic acceleraton…"

"Wasn't listening. Not listening now. Look, you'd better get over here fast, or daddy's in trouble. Got it? Good."

The image faded.

"Where," she demanded of Wade as all thoughts of cheer practice faded from her mind.

"I've sent the coordinates to your Kimmunicator. And you have a ride coming."

"Thanks, Wade. You definitely rock. I'll grab Ron and meet…..?"

"Dr. Director is joining you. A GJ jet will meet you outside the gym in….three minutes," Wade told her.

"Dr. Director? Really?"

"You do know your dad does a lot of top secret, and highly classified research for Global Justice," Wade reminded her.

"Oh. Right. Well, thanks, Wade," she nodded even as she slammed her locker shut, and ran for the gym.

KP

"You're not going to kiss her again, are you," Ron demanded as sat next to her on the VTOL with the one-eyed head of Global Justice staring grimly at a topographical map displayed before her as Kim tried to pay attention to the briefing.

"Ron. Focus."

"I'm not the one out of focus, KP," he protested. "I mean, you kissed her!"

"Ronald. Maybe you should be paying attention. This is obviously a trap…."

"Unless it's a trap-trap," Ron told Betty Director confidently. "In which case…."

"Ron. Drakken has my dad. Concentrate," she told him as she fixed him with a baleful stare.

"Hey, don't worry, Kim. The Ron-Man has your back. We'll take out Dr. Drakken and Shego just like old times. Unless you start kissing…."

"Ron!" Kim spat as Betty groaned as she gave thanks she didn't have Will here, too. Why had she ever thought the Ron Factor was something that could be used, or replicated?

"All right. Here's what we have," she told them as Kim focused intently. "The lair is actually under an old time-share condo located here. IFR indicates…"

"Why do they always put these things underground," Ron asked. "It's either underground, or on some mountain top. Or underwater. I really hate the underwater lairs."

Rufus chirped his agreement as the agents in Betty's strike team stared at her as if wondering if they were seriously going to let him go in first with Possible.

"Let's just go over the plan again," Kim cut off her friend. "Remember, Ron. We still don't know what Drakken has planned."

"Whatever it is, you can bet it's going to blow up."

Kim and Betty both stared at him.

"What? It always blows up," he protested.

"He has a point," Kim admitted.

KP

"We're in position, and going in," Kim murmured softly as she and Ron shrugged out of their parachutes once they landed in the desert just outside the innocuous storage facility that was actually the site for a group of Henchco's hidden, prefab lairs for the discriminating villain seeking to lay low for a while.

"What was that," Ron asked her a bit more loudly than necessary, making her ears ring as the transceiver in her ear shrilled with feedback.

"Ron! Quiet," she hissed as she jerked him back down behind a sandy knoll as she was pretty sure she heard Dr. Director cursing fluently in her ringing ears.

"Sorry, KP. Thought you were talking to me. I couldn't quite hear….."

"Because you have the earpiece in backwards," she groaned, watching as Rufus turned it around for him.

"Hey, that's better. Thanks, buddy. Don't know what I'd do without you," Ron grinned unabashedly.

Kim and Rufus both slapped palms over their faces.

"Ron. Just stay behind me, and stay quiet. We have to catch them by surprise if we're going to get my dad out without tipping them off we're already here."

"Right. You can count on me, KP," he assured her, leaning back, and promptly jerking forward with a yelp as he landed on a small cactus. Rufus chirped his own exasperation as he shared a helpless glance with his friend's companion.

"Now, remember," Kim told him as they began crawling forward toward a barbed wire fence. "The sensors are on top of the fence. Stay low, and….."

There was a suspiciously audible tearing of cloth as Ron followed her under the lowest strand of wire, and Ron muttered, "Aaawwww, man," as Kim only sighed, and kept going.

"There's the ventilation shaft."

"Yeah, you think they'd figure out they don't need a duct quite so….."

"Ron! What did we agree?"

"Uh…..to be quiet?"

"About no more helping the super villains," she hissed as she used a pocket laser in her class ring to cut away the grating.

"Oh, right," he smiled self consciously. "Don't worry, KP. Drakken's the last person I'd give tips. Although, if he were to…"

She heard a faint groan on the other side of her transceiver.

"Welcome to my world," Kim murmured quietly, and slipped into the dark airshaft after securing her grapple to lower her down into its stygian depths.

Ten minutes later, she spotted light coming from not too far ahead after the third turn. "I think I see something, Ron. Ron?"

"Be right there, KP," he grunt. "Just…a slight…..problem," he grunted again.

Obviously stuck.

Kim sighed, and kept going.

"Dr. Director, Ron's stuck. I'm going ahead. There appears to be light coming from a large chamber just ahead, just as the GPR indicated."

"Roger," the one-eyed woman's low voice replied. "Remember. Do this by the numbers. The ground penetrating radar has limitations, so we're still not sure what's in there. So, get your father out, and if possible, disable any security to allow my team to break in without detection. "We'll take it from there."

"No big," she replied grimly, the determination audible as she reached the grating that was welded in place.

Apparently, even Drakken could learn. Or he had help.

"Ron, are you ready."

"Be there in a minute, KP," a whisper came from farther up in the duct. That she heard it without an echo in her ear suggest Ron had lost his transceiver.

"I'm going ahead," she said told him, and crawled toward the grating to look down into a brightly lit chamber devoid of any henchmen just then. She started cutting away the bars one by one, carefully laying them behind her as she kept an eye out for any complications as she was well aware of the passing time. A few moments later she dropped down into the lair, looking around as she caught sight of a huge, almost phallic device pointed at a far wall. She turned and spotted her dad's limp form dangling there in chains as she gasped, and headed for him without hesitating.

"Ah, ah, ah," a voice chided as a voluptuous woman in green and black dropped in front of her. "Now so fast, Princess. We have some unfinished business."

"Shego," she gasped, and just stared.

What she might, or might not have said or done just then was interrupted by a low, manic chortle as the sounds of boots running filled the large chamber, and twenty men with taser wands surrounded the two women.

"You remember your old friends, don't you, Kimmie? They really wanted to come out and play."

Kim dropped into a defensive crouch.

"Maybe Ron was right about you," she smirked, eyeing the console near where Dr. Drakken had appeared. It had the definite look of a security control panel to her eyes. "Getting too old to face me alone, Shego," she taunted as she forced herself to ignore the surprised, "Kim?" from behind her that came from her father as he woke.

"You didn't think I was too old a few days ago," Shego taunted, cocking a hip just so.

"That was before I found out you were…..so mean," Kim blustered. "How could you kidnap my father?"

"Ask him," Shego nodded toward a smirking Drakken. "It was his master plan. Part….whatever."

"His….plan." She turned to face him. "You….? What did you hope to accomplish taking my dad?"

"Honestly, what is it with you Possibles," he smirked. "You think you're all that, but when something happens….."

"Will you get on with it," Shego huffed.

"Fine. Honestly, Shego, you take all the fun out of ranting."

Kim could hear Shego's teeth literally grinding.

"The point is, Kim Possible, that this time I will win. I have rebuilt and perfected the memory stealing machine, creating this pneumonic acceleraton which will…."

"Wait, wait, wait," Kim giggled, unable to help herself. "You turned Dr. Langford's little MRM into….."

She gestured derisively at the huge ray.

"Boys with their toys," Shego drawled. "You ready to get serious, yet, Princess," Shego asked.

"I'm always serious, Shego," she said, and before anyone else reacted, she back-flipped over to one of the henchmen, drove a hard elbow into his chest, and grabbed and threw his taser baton after sliding the power setting to max.

The security panel exploded in sparks and sputtering flames as Drakken yelped and jumped aside.

"Want to try that again," Shego demanded, leaping after her, and driving a glowing green fist toward her even as Kim ducked, rolled to one side, and snapped a kick out to drive another henchmen to his knees to land right in the path of Shego's next punch that drove the startled man into the wall near James before he slid down it to land in a limp pile.

"Ooohhhh, that one hurt," the rocket scientist commiserated with his eyes on the unconscious man.

Kim was about to leap back toward Shego when four GJ agents burst into the chamber, and the apparent standoff turned into a free-for-all just before Drakken roared. "Enough! Everyone stop or Dr. Possible gets it!"

Even Kim froze as she saw the four-pronged emitter aimed at her father starting to glow with energy.

"All I have to do is press this button," he said, holding up a remote with a single button. "And Dr. Possible's head shall be emptied of all thoughts except one. Serving me," he laughed manically.

"Oh, sure, Drew. Like that's going to happen," James drawled scornfully.

"What is it with you Possible's and your lip," he roared as Kim froze, staring in horror at that device as Shego only grinned, adding, "You're next, Princess."

Which was when more agents spilled into the chamber having come in another passage, and one of them fired a shot at the remote, causing it to explode as Drakken ducked for cover. At the same time, another man fired almost point blank at Shego, catching her in the right shoulder, and spinning her around before she landed on the ground with a stunned look of disbelief on her pale face as blood seeped from her open wound.

For a moment, the enter lair was deathly silent in the wake of that shot.

Right before Kim gave a strangled, choking cry as she stared at Shego, her eyes fixed on the bloody wound, and then she gave a bizarre, wailing growl as she abruptly bent over, and began to convulse.

"Don't look at me," Drakken muttered as several of the GJ agents glanced his way. "I didn't do anything. This time," he modified as he edged toward his spare remote.

Then Kim dropped to her knees as if struck, and her body…..swelled.

"Kimmie-Cub, no," James shouted from where he stood chained to the wall in front of Drakken's ray. "Don't do it."

Shego frowned as she lay on the floor, one hand clamped to her bleeding shoulder while staring over at Kim who was hunched over, wailing in an odd voice as her body trembled and convulsed.

" Princess," Shego rasped in confusion, feeling the lead melt away even as her comet-powered metabolism already started the healing process as she gaped at her very angry rival. Five of the GJ agents now surrounded Shego with drawn weapons as Drakken held off another four with his finger on the button of his backup remote that controlled the weapon aimed at Dr. Possible.

And then Kim snarled.

Literally.

Every eye in the cavernous lair turned as Kim rose up to stand taller than ever, her clothes torn, and shredded as she stretched out, flexing sharp claws at the end of powerful hands that like the rest of her body, were now covered in thick, auburn fur.

Shego gaped, staring at the lithe, sinewy tail that jutted out from her shapely, and very furry backside, and realized Kim Possible had just transformed into a six-foot-three feline with fangs, claws, and a whole lot of attitude as those green eyes turned her way, and she bared very large incisors.

"No. Touch. My. Shego!" she roared like a dozen lions at once as she leapt across twenty feet like taking a single step, and landed to bowl over three of the agents with the swipe of one arm, and turned to growl at the others who were backing away with wide eyes, as Kim went to kneel over Shego in an obviously protective fashion.

"I'm fine, Pumpkin," Shego said, staring at the much taller, very scary, and very furry Kimmie who sniffed her wound. "Really. I heal fast. You know that."

"Shego," she murmured, almost purring now as she stroked her pale cheek, her green eyes dark with passions that had nothing to do with Drakken, the agents gaping at them, or the entire mess engineered by her dimwitted employer this time.

"Uh. Hello. Evil genius still in charge," Drakken reminded them, waggling the remote he held.

Shego almost laughed when Kim's mostly feline head whipped around, her green eyes narrowing on him, and he whined like a frightened child.

"Give. Up," she snarled at him, flexing one hand, and unsheathing five very long claws as he got a very good look at her long, white fangs.

"Oh…..snap. Uhm. Uhm. I give up," he whimpered hopefully, looking around him as he thrust both hands in the air, not even trying to threaten James now after tossing the extra remote aside.

"Calm down, Kimmie," James told her as she walked over, having pulled his own chains out of the wall with uncommon ease even as Betty Director herself appeared, leading another squad of cold-eyed agents. The woman didn't even bat an eye at Kim's transformation.

"It's over. Just….calm down," her father told her.

Kim sighed, shuddered, and before Shego's eyes, seemed to shrink back down in on herself, leaving her standing there in torn clothing that bared a lot more than she usually did.

"Eep," she said as she realized the agents were still staring at her, and why as she quickly took the jacket her father handed her. Shego couldn't help but chortle.

"Good going, Possible," Betty growled sardonically as another agent began barking orders, ordering the men to round up everyone for debriefing. Especially the captives.

"Sorry, dad. Dr. Director," Kim smiled ruefully, looking very mortified. "I…..I don't know what came over me."

"I can guess," the brunette drawled, her single eye more than expressive as she studied her before turning to James. "She's not been fully educated yet," Betty demanded of him.

"Well, she's still young. Then there was the whole memory snafu, and…..I made it a point to keep her away from boys."

"Which explains Stoppable," Shego sniggered as she daringly got up to join them. "But not the six foot kitty that just made half the guys in here wet their pants."

"Weren't you shot," Betty grumbled at her.

Shego stared down at her shoulder as she poked at the puckering wound through her ragged uniform. "I heal fast, Bets. I thought you knew that."

"Don't call me Bets," she scowled, noticing Kim was staring at Shego with a troubling expression.

"I'm going to have to debrief Kimberly myself, since you seemed to have blundered so badly in this particular area, Dr. Possible."

"Sorry. I just thought….."

A sound came from the nearby ventilation shaft at that point, and a body tumbled out to land on the floor as Ron finally appeared. "I'm here, KP!" he shouted as he climbed to his feet.

He looked around, seeing the henchmen dragged off by the agents, and asked, "What happened? What'd I miss?"

Kim sighed, and Shego laughed boisterously.

"I'll take Ronald home," James suggested. "Ah, do you have to….completely debrief her," James asked.

"I think it's time," Betty told him firmly. "Face it, James. Your little girl has grown up."

"I'll say," Shego grinned as James walked off, leading Ron away from the others as he gave him the usual excuses to let Betty take charge of Kim.

"You have two choices, Shego," Betty told her. "Shut up, and listen. Or get your mind emptied like the rest of the witnesses that were here today."

"Wait. You'd wipe your own men," Shego exclaimed. "Wow, you are a…"

"Shego," Kim hissed.

"Professional. I was going to say professional," Shego assured her with a grin. "But I am curious, so I'll listen. I'm sure this has to be good."

"Not here. Let's go, Kim. It's time you heard everything about your past. And your future. You, too, Shego. You both have decisions to make."

"Okay, now I'm not liking the tone here," Shego grumbled as she looked around her before following the woman with Kim at her side. And fifteen cold-eyed agents at her back.

KP

Twenty minutes later, they were standing outside GJ's primary headquarters. Shego followed Betty and Kim inside, and into an elevator that took them very far underground. Very far, as far as Shego could judge, and then down a long, narrow corridor with no doors. They walked up to a blank wall that opened only after Betty put her hand on it, and they walked into the most intricate control room she had ever seen in her life.

And she had seen a lot of elaborate lairs in her time.

"Kimberly," Betty turned to her. "You know some of our past. Enough that I never expected you to threaten exposing us to the humans."

"Humans," Shego echoed, staring at them, and realizing what she had just heard.

"You were going to be quiet, and listen. Remember," Betty suggested as she walked over to the nearest panel, and flipped a few switches. She had already heard all about Landford's MRM, and muttered about how she knew she should have clamped down on that one, as it wasn't ready for the world, or something like that. Still, Shego nodded at her curt comment, too busy gaping at several feline bipeds like Kim had been earlier enter the control room after another panel opened. Betty gestured to the same corridor.

"Let's go, Kimberly. Or should I start calling you Princess, too?"

Kim only blushed as she followed the head agent into a deepening mystery.

"Well," Betty turned to eye Shego who was still gaping at the bipedal felines around her. All wearing the same very brief unitard, and not much more. They seemed to come in varying colors of fur, but all had green or hazel eyes.

Shego shrugged, and followed her and Kim into the corridor that took them to what proved to be a rather homey room with narrow, curved couches, and small tables already covered with trays that offered food and drink.

"Sit. Both of you," Betty gestured.

"Some of what I'm going to say you already know, Kimberly. Or should have remembered by now. But since you've obviously chosen a non-H'raaglyn mate, I'm going to go over the generalities again before getting to what concerns you both."

"Wait, wait, wait," Shego made a timeout gesture. "Mate? Do you mean….?"

Betty only stared at Shego.

"Did you, or did you not, mate with Princess? Or Kimberly, as we like to call her?"

"Well," Shego blushed.

"We did have sex," Kim agreed, making herself blush becomingly, and even Shego darkened more than usual. A lot," Kim went on, unable to help from being honest.

"I think she figured that part out, Kimmie," Shego hissed. "So, how about the part where you guys let me in on what the hell is going on here?"

"We are H'raaglyn. A race from a very distant portion of the galaxy," Betty told her.

"Doy," Shego rolled her eyes. "I think even I got that part already."

Betty only eyed her as she might a mouse she was toying with as the brow over her good left eye rose slightly. Which, Shego realized just then, might be a very good analogy.

"So, you guys all…..ah…..turn into…."

She made a scratching motion.

Kim blushed again.

Betty simply glared.

"Behave, Shego," Kim snapped at her. "Sorry about that, Dr. Director," Kim sighed. "I'm remembering….more now. But I didn't know you were one of us, too. You never said anything."

"You know the rules," Betty told her. "Never, ever, under any circumstances do we reveal the truth to humanity. The last time one of the elders tried that, we were almost wiped out. Mankind simply isn't ready to hear they aren't alone."

"I don't suppose you heard about the jolly green giant that visited Drew not long ago," Shego asked pointedly.

"Lorwardians aren't generally much of a threat in general. They are simpletons that exploit the tech of worlds they conquer, but are more interested in fighting each other more often than anything else. And they're very superstitious. Much like humans," Betty shrugged.

"Ooooh, that was low," Shego frowned.

"There are, of course, exceptions."

"Like mom," Kim said proudly.

"So, Dr. P isn't one of the pod people."

Kim looked hurt as she stared at her. Betty just stared, that one good eye focused on her like a laser.

"Look. I'm just trying to cope here, but so far this brainless little human isn't hearing much in the way of real answers. Like….what the hell is going on," she asked.

Betty only nodded.

"I'll give you the short version. Your…..Princess can fill in the details later if you wish to know them. It began about fifty thousand years ago, a ship crash-landed on this planet. The sentient race it carried was, as you saw, a feline species. They were refugees fleeing an intergalactic war, and wanted only a second chance at making a new life free of senseless violence."

"Boy, did you come to the wrong planet."

"Shego," Kim hissed quietly.

"Sorry, Kitten," she murmured, ignoring Betty's glare, and Kim's hurt expression.

"Sorry," she said again, grinning faintly. "I just couldn't help it."

"Try," Betty suggested. "I can still always blank your mind, too."

That made her smile fade instantly.

"Our ancestors crashed here, and quickly realized they had to hide their identities from the sentient race already inhabiting this world," Betty went on. "For generations, most of us have hidden from man, and while they have built secluded utopias as refuges over the centuries, men always seem to find and destroy them."

"Really," Shego frowned. "I've never heard…."

"Lemuria. Atlantis. Shangri-La. Olympus. Just to name a few. They are old enough that your human mythology still mangles a lot of the details."

"Yeah. Okay, I get that part," Shego murmured, thinking of what Bets was claiming.

"There were, however, a smaller group among the refugees that found a way to adapt, like chameleons, and they went out and lived secretly among humanity. Even marrying among them on occasion. They also worked at subtly influencing, and guiding the primitive, but not completely hopeless primates from behind the scenes."

"Let me guess, Da Vinci, Buddha, and Jesus were some of yours?"

"Da Vinci, yes. Buddha was one that knew of our existence, but Jesus? Even we didn't know for certain about him. He might have been just what he said."

"Whoa," Shego blinked at that one.

"So, you guys just hide out behind the scenes like the Wizard of Oz, and…what? Pull our strings?"

"Hardly. We influence, and guide, just as I said. Nothing more. This is our world, too, and we'd prefer if you didn't blow it up while we're here."

"So, why didn't you ever leave," Shego asked curiously.

"We can't," Betty admitted. "While we are….admittedly more intelligent than the average human, we did crash here. We simply don't have enough of the rare elements necessary to repair, and fuel our ship. Even if we did, our ancestors were refugees. Where would we go?"

"And this brings us to here and now," Shego guessed.

"Yes. Our young have certain…..predictable cycles. You seem to have blundered into Prin…. Kimberly's mating cycle."

"My what?"

"Her what?"

Betty smirked at the simultaneous shocked expressions.

"James, like all males of our race, is loathe to even admit his kit has grown up. He wanted you kept away from boys simply because he didn't want you bonding with the wrong male. Especially as it is a very rare human that accepts one of our kind. It was just as well you began seeing Ronald, since he was so clueless, and harmless enough that your mating cycle seemed to have remained dampened while you were in his company," she continued for the pair who sat before her as she continued to stand.

"You know, all this is interesting, but…..hello? I'm a woman," Shego told her.

"Yes. I know," Betty remarked. "But you are also a genetically augmented female who isn't quite human herself any longer."

"Is that your less than subtle way of reminding me I'm a freak," she demanded hotly.

Betty only stared at her a moment before going on.

"Tell me, Shego. Are you gay?"

"Huh?"

"Lesbian?"

"I know what you mean, and hell no. I like guys as much as the next….uh…..female."

Betty smirked.

"I happen to prefer females myself," Betty told her.

"Well, you're not exactly normal yourself, are you," Shego huffed.

"My point is…something between you drew Kimmie's attention. Something that you responded to yourself. When you dragged her off after she lost her conscious memory, you were just different enough to have triggered a mating response in her. You bonded. And you mated."

"What," both women exclaimed again.

"That light show when we walked into the medical center out there? It told me that you're already pregnant, Kimberly," she told the seventeen year old.

"But I haven't even…..!"

"You did. With her," Betty nodded at Shego.

"Wait. She's pregnant? Because of what we did? So she….she's having my baby?"

"Exactly," Betty told Shego.

Shego just gaped, unable to think of a single sardonic thing to say as her mind went blank all on its own.

Kim only smiled fondly as certain realizations filled her head. She couldn't help asking, "Really?"

"Consider your response to her being shot," Betty reminded her. "Which brings us to a very tricky impasse."

"Let me guess. Shego bad. Kimmie good," the green-skinned woman drawled.

"Exactly. And there are going to be a lot of questions about her sudden pregnancy after she was publicly abducted by you and Drew. There are going to be those that draw certain conclusions, and demand your heads. Literally."

"Like dad," Kim sighed. "You know, he's not kidding when he warns my dates he'll stuff them in his next rocket, and toss them in a black hole."

"He's not," Shego shifted uneasily.

"We have had to cover up the disappearances of a few….insistent paramours over the last few years," Betty admitted with a smirk, going along with Kim's teasing. "You'd be lucky to just get your brain wiped when James realizes you triggered his kit's mating response."

"Well, now I remember why dad always called me 'Kimmie-cub,'" Kim remarked. "That one did have me puzzled the last few days."

"But how the devil can two women…..?" Shego blushed with Kim this time as their glances met as she faltered in her query. "I mean….how did I get her….?"

She gestured helplessly.

"H'raaglyn physiology is what you would call hermaphroditic. But, where in your species it gives one a phallic organ, in ours it allows for the absorption of female reproductive fluids that can be used to generate a fetus if the mothers are genuinely bonded. Obviously, you managed to bond with your Princess."

"Yay, me," Shego glowered.

"Shego," Kim murmured, looking and sounding hurt at her response. "I really did think….?"

"Ah, crap. Don't look like that. I….. "Jeez. I can't believe I'm saying this. Especially in front of her," she grumbled with a glare shot Betty's way, "But….I do care for you, Princess. More than I would like to admit in front of the Cyclops here," she glowered at Betty. "But….I never thought I'd ever have kids. Not with my screwed up genetics. And certainly not with….another woman."

"Are you saying…..you'd rather I not…..?"

"No. No, don't ever think that. Even I wouldn't abort a helpless kid," Shego told her anxiously, reaching out to grab her as if she might somehow stop her from even considering that option.

"Neither would I, Shego," she said, leaning her head against Shego's good shoulder. "Is your wound all right?"

"Peachy. It's almost completely healed by now."

"All right," Betty nodded at her. "You know enough to decide."

"Uhm, decide what," Shego asked as she gradually accepted Kim was laying on her in front of Bets, and put an arm around Kim as if daring the older woman to say anything about it.

Betty only smiled.

"You're not as stupid as you pretend to be around Drew Lipski, Shego. I think you know what is at stake here at this point. Not just for our race. But for the world-at-large. You impregnated Kim Possible. That's going to be news. The question is, how do we manage it? And you?"

"Doy," Shego groaned, and dropped her head as she started to see a lot of implications here that didn't set well with her at all. "Why do I feel like Drakken got the better deal just having his already empty head emptied a little more?"

"Shego," Kim whimpered like a kicked puppy.

Or kitten.

"Teasing, Pumpkin. Teasing."

She sighed, and touched her other shoulder gently, as if fearing it might hurt her. "You could join Team Possible?"

"Oh, no," Shego shook her head vehemently. "I am not going to back to the hero thing. Been there, done that. Got the shirt. Not impressed."

"But, Shego," Kim pouted.

It was, she already knew, a potent expression.

"Ahhhhh, hell."

"You don't have to be a hero, Shego," Betty told her. "You just can't be a villain any longer."

"So, what will I be?"

"Mine," Kim smiled at her, tightening her embrace.

Shego gave a soft yelp at the strength in that grip.

"Naturally, you cannot say or reveal anything about our secrets."

"Naturally," Shego gasped, trying to breathe. "Besides, who would believe me?"

"In return, we can arrange a conditional pardon, claim you had a change of heart after Drakken experimented on you and Kimberly, leaving her impregnated with your….unique child."

"And Drew's going to confirm that," she asked cynically.

"We can arrange for him to believe it."

"Right. Of course you can. And then what? We all live happily ever after?"

"Of course not," Betty told her blandly. "We believe strongly in justice, Shego," Betty told her firmly. "It's why you'll find many of us in law enforcement. Just as you'll find many of us in science, teaching positions, and the like."

"Naturally," she grumbled. "But what exactly is it that I am supposed to do?"

"Accept the provisional parole, which puts you in Kimberly's custody as joint-parent, make certain reparations, and find an honest job while you show the courts you have had a genuine change-of-heart. However, Kimberly's feelings notwithstanding, if you sway in the slightest, you will be mind-wiped….."

"But…..!"

"Whatever Kim's feelings," she echoed forcefully, cutting off the redhead's protest before she could say a thing. "We cannot allow you to continue as you have with the knowledge you now possess."

"Move over Big Brother, you've got a serious Big Sister," Shego grumbled.

"And don't ever forget it," Betty told her.

"Wait. Isn't Gemini your twin? How come he's all…..?"

"He isn't H'raaglyn. He's my fraternal twin, and not one of us. Which is also part of the reason he's so competitive. He won't betray me, or our family's secrets, but he wont let me live down the fact he's four minutes older, either. He seems to think it matters."

"Yeah, well, he's as loopy as Drew at times, if you ask me."

"I won't argue the point. It happens."

"When you say 'it happens,' are you saying our kid…..?"

"While our species are compatible, we can have our…. defectives, too. It was a few of those that started that war our ancestors were fleeing."

"Riiiiight. So, let me get this straight," she said as she sat next to Kim. "You're saying all I have to do is play house with Kimmie, and keep my nose clean, and I'm free and clear?"

"Along with any other provisions the court will likely and inevitably impose. I'd expect certain remunerations to be demanded. Restitution at the least, and the like."

Shego grumbled, and reached for a clear glass of yellow liquid.

"Uh, Shego….."

Gah! What was that," she howled, almost choking as she took a gulp of what she took to be lemonade before Kim could stop her.

"Zeebys," Betty smiled. "A potent brandy with the properties of terrestrial catnip. Don't worry, it's relatively harmless to humans. Even mutated ones."

"Define 'relatively,'" Shego demanded, feeling very warm, and very confined just then.

"Let's just say that I'll be stepping out for a few hours. Enjoy yourself," she smiled somberly, and walked out of the room as Kim only smiled at her as she stared after Betty.

"Uh….Kimmie? What did she mean?"

"Let me show you," Kim smiled, her green eyes glittering brightly as she reached for the same glass.

To Be Continued….