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Middleton, Colorado was considered by many to be the scientific nucleus that the entire world revolved around—and they were largely correct. Geniuses of the highest caliber in every field concentrated in this small area—hidden beneath the face of simple, suburban life.

That wasn't to say that Middleton was the only such hub—similar hubs existed around the globe in places like New York, Latveria and Wakanda—but the Baxter building was remembered more for the Fantastic Four than it was for Doctor Richard's research, Latveria for its monarch's aggression against the former, and Wakanda for the Black Panther.

Middleton, however, had a long and storied history of achievement and discovery—so much so that even the fame of a certain redhead couldn't eclipse the renown of her mother, the most skilled neurosurgeon on this, or any other, world.

"Doctor Possible to Room W230, Doctor Anne Possible to Room W230," the intercom blared. Anne swigged down the last of her coffee and rose from the break-room table. She waved a casual goodbye to her colleagues and stepped quickly from the room-pausing only briefly to toss the empty paper cup into the garbage.

Calls like this were old hat by now. For the neurosurgeon of several decades, still she breathed a groan of impatience when the intercom hummed and, yet again, intoned: "Doctor Anne Possible to room..."

The announcer was different than usual, the voice was husky and feminine and also raw and out of breath. There was also the sound of stifled tears that led an urgency to the call. Anne quickened her pace...

And froze right in the doorway of the exam room. Ron Stoppable, her daughter's best friend, was crouched in the corner of the exam room, his rear dragging along the floor with a pillow, which Anne presumed came from the room's cot, was in his mouth in tatters.

In the room's chair sat a tall woman in a bright green catsuit with a head of full-bodied obsidian hair. In her left hand, which dangled weakly to the side, she held a small walky-talky-esque device. Her right hand was occupied with comforting the person in her lap, gentle fingers running through soft vermillion hair. It was the person in the woman's lap that made Anne pause. The fiery locks of her daughter's hair that made her heart stop in her chest.

Anne opened her mouth to speak out, chastise the villain holding her daughter, when the pale woman looked up and the good doctor saw cheeks streaked with tears. Anne bit back her anger, pushed her fear down into the pit of her chest, stepped inside and closed the door.

"What did..." Dr. Possible started, then quickly paused and rephrased, "What happened to them?" Before Shego could answer Kim's mother, the sidekick bounded over and bowled Anne over in a full body tackle. Shego cursed.

"And I just got the idiot occupied!" She started to rise but, when Kim responded with a whimper, she was forced to watch as the doctor quickly, and deftly, carried Ron over to the bed and strapped him down. As Anne wiped the slobber from her face, she asked once more. "What's going on?"

Shego stroked Kim's hair in an anxious rhythm and explained as best as she could, sparing no detail. It seemed a struggle to keep down the tears that caught in her throat. "So you're saying that you brainwashed my daughter and the friend, and now they think they're dogs?"

Shego wanted to shout at the woman, but she had far too little energy and far too much guilt inside her to protest. So instead she pleaded—not something she did often."I...I didn't want this."

Shego saw the way the good doctor looked at her, and she wanted to explain how important Kim was to her life: How her heart lifted whenever Kim burst through a wall, how their fights were the only thing that energized her pointless life, how she always let Kim win because she couldn't bear what would happen if she'd won. How it wasn't her fault. No.

None of that was important now. Shego shook those thoughts away. "You're right. It's my fault. If I'd listened more closely to Drakken's plans..." She pulled the dart from her pouch and set it on the counter. "This is what he shot them with. Maybe there's some of those things in there."

Anne nodded once and said quietly: "Thank you for bringing her. I'm going to have to call some colleagues in to consult. It would be a good idea if you're gone when they arrive. I'd rather not have to call security."

Shego nodded back, wiping the moisture from under her eyes. Gently, she eased Kim off her lap and onto the other chair—then moved back towards the window. Kim whined and crawled after her, a huge lump formed within Shego's chest. "I can't stay, Kimmie. They'll arrest me." Kim whined again but, bowed her head in resignation. Shego reached down and stroked her cheek, and then, without another word, she took her leave.

Shego watched from the tree outside the window until the rest of the Possible Clan, as well as a short balding man with rather large ears, arrived to examine her Princess. He looked almost like a mouse, with his tiny little nose and he had a deep voice that dripped with arrogance and condescension. She hated him right away. Still, he seemed intelligent, like Kim and her family, and she supposed that was enough.

Mr. Doctor Possible gave his daughter a sweeping hug and her brothers, too young to be concerned, giggled and took pictures. Their mother quickly confiscated their camera-phones. Satisfied that they had things well in hand, and unable to hold back her emotions any longer, Shego climbed down from her perch and ran long and hard into the night.