Warning: This chapter contains some small mention of rape. I'm sorry if you are offended by this, but it's quite needed.

My good conscience is a bitch.

The stranger continued to push closer, his large meaty hands stroking and feeling with uncaring roughness. Shego had to bite her lip and squeeze her eyes shut stop herself from doing a series of things that would end with the man in front of her dying a very painful, painful death. Every fiber of her being screamed for his end, but a single corner of her brain continued to point out that she had to do this. She had to continue. It was her job.

It was over quickly, which was a blessing as far as she was concerned, but it still left her filling foul and used. Using her martial arts skills, Shego escaped the bed- and the passed out man- and fled the rundown apartment. The back alleys were hardly any safer than the embrace of the piece of shit that had just violated her, but she would take her chances with them over him any day.

She needed somewhere to go. Her mind flashed to the small apartment and to the redheaded woman who had washed her and given her food. She shook it away. There was no way in hell she was going back there.

"You'll have to stay on the streets for at least three god damn months, officer! Three! Are you sure you want to go through with this? We have women trained for such a mission. You don't have to-"

"I might not be trained, but I'm the best suited person you could choose. I can take care of myself, Captain."

"Shego, as your friend, I don't want you to do this. You could die, and at the very least you'll be traumatized for the rest of your life-"

"I'll be fine, Betty."

But she wasn't fine, and she doubted she ever would be. The constant nights and sleepless hours were starting to take their toll. She had only been out for a month, but less than a week ago she had passed out on the side of the street in a rain storm. She was lucky that Kim girl had picked her up and not some bunch of sickos, and now she found that she was dozing off more and more frequently. If this continued, something bad was bound to happen.

Actually, something god awful was bound to happen. Bad just described her life right now.

Then again, the adjective shit fest fit better than bad did.

"Hey, baby! Where ya goin'?" A drunken voice slurred a second before a hand shot out and grabbed her arm, yanking her back and stopping her dead sprint.

Shego couldn't stop the undignified yelp that left her lips as she was pulled against a flabby chest and beer belly. Her reflexes told her to jump away and beat the crap out of the man holding her. It wouldn't have been hard to break the man's weak grip, but, as it had been doing a lot recently, her mind pointed out once again that she couldn't break the grip because, unless he technically tried to rape her, she had to accommodate his drunken need.

"You lookin' for a good time, babe?" the man asked, leaning down and grabbing her chin to make her look up at him.

Shego swallowed hard, wanting so badly to kill him, and smiled. "How much would you pay?"

The man raised and eyebrow, and bursted out into guffaws. "You think I'm gonna pay when yer right here? Who's gonna make me pay, baby? You?" he asked, moving forward to bite at her neck.

It was what Shego wanted to hear. She needed to take out her building aggression on someone.

If he isn't going to pay, then he isn't going to get any of this willingly, Shego thought, which counts as rape, which means that I get to kick his ass into a gooey pulp. A+B=C.

Nearly identical laughs from deeper within the alley stopped her from kicking the man through the alley wall. Before she could turn around and deal with them all- because it would've been a piece of cake. Come on, a group of flabby, drunken men against her? They stood no chance- there was a strange sound and a stinging pain as a hand came down against the back of her neck.

"Son of a bitch…" she hissed as she passed out, everything going black.

Kim had just returned from a mission and was fixing herself some ramen noodles. Wade had sent her on a wild goose chase through the amazon after some ancient artifact that some crazy scientist wanted for some world domination plot. Same old, same old. The most enjoyable thing about the whole trip had been her sighting of one of the rarest animals located only in the South American Rainforest which had been a treat. She had then realized she had left her camera.

"It's not fair!" she whined to herself for the hundredth time in the last hour. "If I had just had enough time to put my camera in my bag…!"

She sighed heavily and sat down to eat, digging into the delicious and fattening food with a pair of chopsticks. A few minutes into the meal, there was a knock on the door.

"One second!" Kim called, wondering who would be knocking at such a late hour. She hurried to the door, opening it as soon as she could unlock the deadbolt. What she saw made her eyes widen in shock and horror. "Miss?" she whispered, mouth dropping open.

"Hey, Princess," the black-haired woman greeted with a smirk. She swayed on her feet, barely able to stand. She hunched over suddenly, wincing.

"Oh my God, Miss! What the hell happened? Miss? Miss!" Kim yelled, jumping forward to catch the prostitute as she fell into a dead feint.

Kim rushed her into the bedroom, nearly tripping over herself several times in her haste. The woman she was supporting sported several horrible bruises and welts across her face, a black eye, and bite marks all over her neck. It only got worse once Kim stripped her of her tattered and ripped clothing. The things there disgusted and angered Kim to a point that she could not remember reaching before. She was furious and if she had been in battle, she might've been seeing red.

"What kind of sick, horrible bastards-" Kim cut herself off. She knew exactly what kind of sick, horrible bastards would have done this. The sick, horrible bastard kind.

Pushing her thoughts aside, Kim carried her now-naked charge to the bathroom and bathtub.

The woman let out whimpers, but didn't wake, as Kim bathed her, cleaned her wounds with soup, washed her hair, and purified her lower regions. The redhead flinched at every scratch, every bite mark, and every bruise, hair standing on end on her nape. Afterwards, she bandaged the green-skinned woman, and put her to bed. She refused to leave the bedside.

She wouldn't leave until the woman woke.

And Shego did wake- at 7:30 the next morning- feeling cornered, weirdly clean, incredibly scared, and in a serious amount of pain. She jumped up, looking around wildly as her her hands flared. Her gaze landed on the girl, Kim, slumped over in her chair, barely awake, clutching a stuffed animal to her chest, and staring off into space. Her brain grasped for an answer.

Had she, in her horrible state last night, automatically returned to Kim's house while looking for safety? A haven?

Why? She could think of several other places that would have called to her scattered and broken soul, but instead she had returned to Kim Possible's house. And the girl had cared for her again- stayed up all night for her from the look of it. The thought made Shego's throat close as she was overwhelmed with the feeling of gratitude.

"Why?" she asked aloud without thinking, and felt bad as Kim jumped, eyes wide. It was a miracle that the redhead didn't fall off of her chair.

"Wha-what?" the teen asked, blinking. She was immediately at Shego's side. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? I bandaged the worst of your, um, wounds. Do you need food? Do you want to take a bath? I already bathed you, but if you feel like I didn't do a good enough job…"

"Woah, woah, Pumpkin," Shego said weakly. She hated seeming pathetic, and she felt the need to reassemble her pride and reassure the other woman. "Enough with the questions. I'm fine."

"You're not fine! You can't be fine!" Kim practically shouted.

Shego scoffed and raised an eyebrow. "As much as I appreciate your concern, Princess," she said, letting her disbelief be known, "I still don't quite understand why you care."

And she really didn't. If she had been in Kim's shoes, faced with the common place prostitute, she would not have done any of this for said prostitute. She wouldn't have even allowed her to step foot in her house. And she would have especially not let said prostitute come back again after being molested by her. So why was the redhead doing it?

"Because you need someone to care," the redhead replied, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Do you want some food? I can get us pizza."

Shego, at a loss for words, nodded. She watched as the teen exited the room. The moment she was alone, she let out a shuddering sigh and curled in on herself. She barely stopped herself from rocking. Her whole lower body hurt, but despite that, and knowing what had been done to her- because she had gotten them back. Oh, how she had gotten them back when she had awoken- she felt clean. She smelled clean. The sheets, and her, were freshly washed, and the cleanliness gave her a level of comfort.

The bastards had waited until she woke up, chained and drugged, to begin. And even then, they hadn't gone straight for the kill. They had beat her and molested her while drugged, yes, but they didn't go any further. They had thought it was funny. Shego had waited until the drug wore off, playing the scared, hysteric woman role, and then-

Well, they wouldn't be attacking any more women.

What she had just gone through broke most women. And she had been very close to being one of those broken. It was funny how mundane, everyday things like pizza made her feel like at least something was going to be okay.

Kim let out a shuddering sigh as she put down the phone. Checking to make sure her guest was still in the room, she allowed herself a moment, her doubt showing as she wrapped her arms around herself and leaned against the wall. What was she doing? The woman she was currently helping needed professional help, not pizza. And I would get the woman help, she told herself. If it weren't for the fact that she would probably refuse it.

Pepperoni pizza couldn't fix rape. Not even intense therapy could fix rape.

She reentered the bedroom to see her guest staring blankly into space. The woman didn't even acknowledge Kim's presence until the redhead was sitting in the chair. The woman started and then tried to cover it up by nonchalantly asking, "Did you order the pizza?"

Kim nodded, not knowing any other way to respond. She paused for a moment before asking, "Do you… want to… talk about it?" She tried to not seem hesitant about it, but she ended up failed miserably. She was scared herself, and she didn't want to startle the woman in front of her to the point fleeing, or even for her to start crying. Kim couldn't handle tears.

The woman's eyes hardened, and her grip on the sheets tightened until there was no blood in her knuckles. "I'd rather not," she replied flatly.

It wasn't a bad start, Kim acknowledged, wincing slightly. At least she had answered. "Are you sure?" she asked. "It might make you feel, um, better."

Her guest seemed to find something funny in this and she laughed. "You know what?" she asked, grinning creepily. "You're right. I'd actually like to talk about what happened. To them."

The way she said it scared Kim, but the redhead ignored the part of her screaming to let it lie, and asked, "What happened to them?"

The prostitute examined her nails, smirking. "Let's just say they won't ever be able to have sex with women ever again."

Kim's eyes widened in shock. "You castrated them?"

The woman shrugged. Yes. That and more. "What I did doesn't concern you… though I'm still hoping they died from blood loss, but who knows? Maybe they had enough sense to get to a hospital. If they could walk there with broken legs." The last part was muttered, but Kim still heard it.

The hero was torn between the feelings of horror, satisfaction, and disbelief. If the prostitute wasn't lying, the men had gotten what they had deserved, no doubt, but it just wasn't lawful. If what she had said was true then all of the men had most likely died.

Kim decided that her guest had to be joking.

The doorbell rung a little bit later after an awkward period of considering silence.

"That was fast," Shego remarked, genuinely pleased as Kim exited the room to go answer the door. She really wanted that pizza now. She couldn't remember the last time she had had some.

Shego had been thinking about her savior as they spoke. Kim Possible. The name wasn't only familiar thing- Shego thought she looked like someone she had seen before, but who? She had never had any acquaintances with the name Kim Possible, or even with red hair. She would have remembered them. So who was Kim Possible?

It wasn't something she really cared about.

Ohmygodiupdatedafanficinaweek!

IT'S THE FUCKING APOCALYPSE. RUN RUN RUN!

Not really. But this might be the last time it ever happens.

Ever.