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If I Listened to Your Lies

Her crying was the worst part. He felt terrible when he put an arm around her to try and comfort her and she shook it off in disgust, but the crying was the worst part. He wished she had hit him, wondered if it could have made them both feel better. It would have made him feel better to accept it as payment for the pain he caused her.

And not much talking was done. He had no words that could help her.

After leaving, Kim got on the kimmunicator. Wade gave her a knowing smile, "So, I hear you and Ron-"

"You heard Ron and I what?" she asked harshly. "And where did you hear it?"

"There was a lot of blogging by Middleton High students today. The story is-"

"I know the story," Kim said in a tired voice.

"Then you didn't?"

"NO! I didn't."

"Then…"

"Shego. She made him an offer he didn't refuse."

"Shego? Wow!"

"You don't need to sound envious," she snapped.

"Sorry, Kim, I… Shego? Wow…"

"Seriously, I mean if Shego made you that offer, would you take it?"

A smile slowly spread across Wade's face. "Seriously? Sorry, Kim…"

"Men! You're all stupid."

"'Fraid so, the stupid gene is on the Y chromosome." His voice took on a softer tone as he asked, "What can I do for you?"

"I need you to find Shego - and a ride to wherever she is. This just got personal."

"Not a good idea."

"Please, we've got to settle this."

"I'll do my best," he sighed.

Wade called back the next morning. "Found her. She's on her way to Europe. She's got a reservation at that spa in Greece."

"Can you get me a ride?"

"This is a school day. Your dad doesn't like you skipping school to save the world."

"I'm not saving the world, I'm saving face."

Kim had time to think on the flight. She wished the confrontation wouldn't take place at the spa. It reminded her of her attack on Shego there, and how Shego had rescued her from Warmonga. - which reminded her of Shego's help when a pirate's spirit had taken over Drakken. And she thought of times the two had let their guards down and laughed at the same jokes. "She must be insane. Sometimes she acts like she wants to be my friend. Sometimes she tries to kill me. What's wrong with her?" Kim wondered if Shego really needed psychiatric evaluation, but she needed a beating first.

Shego sat on a lounge chair, wearing nothing but an over-sized towel, avocado masque, and sunglasses, as she read her magazine and waited her appointment with the masseuse. A shadow fell on her.

"How could you?"

Shego looked up over the top of her sunglasses, "How could I what, Pumpkin?"

"With Ron?"

"Pretty easy, actually, you just… Oh, wait you haven't. Trust me, Princess, it isn't that difficult. Just lie back and think of England when the time comes."

"You… You…"

"Did you come here to thank me for doing you a favor?" Shego mocked.

"Doing me a favor?"

"Absolutely. I moved him up totally clueless to possessing a clue. You should be thankful."

"Thankful?"

"For breaking him in. He's got potential. If I give him three or four more lessons you'll be so grateful for the results you'll name your firstborn after me… Better hope it's a girl." She wondered how long she could goad Kim before the redhead snapped.

"His back?"

"Hey, that's the sort of thing that gives a man a little confidence - and confidence goes to their heads, since there's nothing else there. That put your brand on him, told everyone he's yours."

Tears started to form in Kim's eyes, "You ruined my reputation at the high school."

Shego visibly started, "High school? Oh, God. Sometimes I forget… I'm sorry, Kim."

Hearing pity in the older woman's voice stung more than being taunted, she tackled the pale green woman.

Shego got up and gingerly felt her lip, noticing blood on her fingers. "Dammit, Kim! I said I was sorry."

"Sorry don't cut it," Kim snarled, and tackled Shego again. The impact knocked Shego's towel off her and sent them both tumbling into the large, circular mineral mud bath.

"We're settling this here, today," Kim promised as she swung at Shego, and missed. The older woman ducked under Kim's attack and ripped the shirt off the redhead - if she had to fight nude so would Kim. Shego figured the experience would be more distracting for the younger woman. But the time it took to tear off the top slowed Shego down, Kim caught her foe and both went down into the muck.

"I've got to prove I can really beat her," both thought.

After twenty minutes of grappling neither had a clear edge, although both were bruised and completely covered in mud.

Kim slipped out of headlock and knocked Shego down, "Why isn't she using her plasma power? I can't dodge at this range."

Shego had expected an easy victory, but finally realized it wouldn't happen. Kim fought at least as well as she did, and maybe, the older woman began to fear, even better.

Kim tripped, catching a mouthful of mud, but before Shego could capitalize on the error, "You both vill raisin' your hands, macht schnell," a gutteral voice commanded.

The two women wiped mud from their eyes and stared at the ring of Professor Dementor's hired muscle surrounding the mud pit, each holding a large ugly weapon. Neither woman knew what the weapons were capable of doing, and neither wished to find out. If they weren't knee-deep in mud they could have escaped, but not out of mud.

Panting from exertion the women looked at their captors

"Zo, vhich of you iz Shego?" Dementor demanded.

Each woman pointed at the other.

"No matter," he gloated, "I believe dat der other iz Kim Possible. Mit both Kim Possible and Agent Ninety-nine as mein hostages dere is no von who can schtop me." He gestured to a henchman, "Der shackles."