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CHAPTER FOUR, Silver Spirits

With all the Kimness that is Kimberly Ann Possible, the hero had improvised like no other being on the planet. Using her hair-dryer-turned-grappling-hook, Kim shot the thing with expert precision at the nearest branch. With some effort, she had managed to pull the branches free from the tree to use as firewood and a makeshift splint. Then with her rather hazardously disguised laser lipstick she went to work on starting the fire. This being the jungles of the Amazon meant constant sogginess, but being the stubborn individual she was she kept at it until eventually a small flame arose. She nearly cried from the excitement of her triumph-after failing several times. If her ankle wasn't broken, have no doubt, she'd be dancing.

Kim had searched for her Kimmunicator, but quickly found it missing from her pockets. She had spotted the devise, or at least bits and pieces of it, peeking out from underneath another large rock, smaller than the one that had handicapped her, near the entrance of the now demolished lair.

They were stuck with no way of communication. Ron was probably on the other side of the mountain. She at least hoped he was alright.

The night still held a chill despite the best efforts of the small campfire. Kim watched the flames flicker, imagining tiny people waltzing along with its graceful sways. Shego was still out cold, breathing soundly against the loud chirps of insects. The thief seemed to be uninjured so Kim had assumed she was just overspent from using her powers. Though when her touched the older woman, it disturbed her just how hot the villainess's skin felt; it was almost blistering hot.

Her eyes drifted towards said woman.

Lit by the orange, red, and yellow of the fire, the woman looked so much more...approachable. Her every feature was highlighted; from the defined muscles underneath the skin-tight cat suit to the envious complexion of her skin and the cascade of raven locks fanned around her. It was undeniable that the world class thief was beautiful.

Kim quickly turned away, shaking her head as if to dislodge those thoughts. Bad, Kim! You're not supposed to think of Shego that way.

For a few years now the hero had finally accepted one of the hardest truths about herself: Kim Possible was gay. Her parents and the tweebs knew, as well as her closest friends, and they have given her nothing but support. A few were shocked by the announcement, some others simply smiled, a small percentage of them had even knew before she did. But she wasn't foolish enough to think that the rest of the world would respond that way. She was world hero after all, an icon idolized by billions. By science and math, the odds were that more than some would be outraged at the discovery, going as far as to even hate her. As good as she was, she wasn't good enough to be immune to the opinions of others around her.

The sudden rustling of the undergrowth before her caught the redhead's attention. Her body tensed, fearing for the worst. She was in no state to fight off a hungry predator who thinks they'd make a decent snack.

As predicted, a large silver mussel pushed out from within the foliage. Kim's breath caught in her throat at the oddity of the creature's beauty.

With fur as pale as moonlight and eyes a sterling grey, the spotless jaguar prowled forward, gaze locked with Kim's. Three metal rings pierced the tip of it's ear: green, gold, and purple. The pure impossibility of the feline's coloring was enough to distract the woman from any fear of danger.

Big mistake, she thought as the wild cat suddenly growled, body lowering to the ground, sharp fangs bared. Before she could think of anything to do, the predator's muscles tensed then released, acting like springs, as it leapt towards her.

Only to pass as another roar was heard behind her. She turned just in time to see another jaguar, of the normal color, run off, gashes clearly visible against its coat. The white cat growled one last time, deep in its throat, before snorting and shaking its head as if gloating it its victory. It was actually pretty cute.

The animal turned its attention once more to the redhead. Kim gulped. What am I going to do?

She really wished Shego would wake up right about now.

Right when she thought they were doomed, the feline turned away, walking back the same way it came.

That was weird, Kim thought, but hey. She wasn't complaining.

Just as the hero was starting to relax again, those same damned bushes rustled.

Kim tensed, thinking perhaps the jaguar had changed its mind and decided they'd make a pretty good snack after all.

She was surprised when a human animal emerged from the foliage instead. She signed in relief at the sight.

"Thank goodness you found us," the hero expressed with genuine gratitude. "My friend and I have been stuck here since nightfall. You wouldn't happen to have any way of calling for help would you?"

To her confusion, and slightly offended, the girl completely ignored Kim to walk straight over to the sleeping thief.
" Uh, I wouldn't-"

She was interrupted as the girl sighed, crouching down next to the unconscious brunette. "You just can't listen, can you Shego?" the girl complained to no one in particular. "Always have to make my crap harder."

Kim blinked in surprise. This girl knew Shego?

Studying the stranger more closely, the newcomer held the back of her palm to Shego's forehead. Kim's eyes narrowed in suspicion. She didn't like how the girl seemed to be examining Shego in a rather strange way. The girl took the green-hewed woman's hand, checking for something on the villain's wrist.

Having enough of the weird display, Kim cleared her throat to try and catch the girl's attention.

She seem about 17 or 18 with rich black hair tied loosely at the base of her neck. In nothing but a simple white tank top and grey shorts, the girl looked almost ghostly with her alabaster skin. She definitely couldn't have been native with skin as fair as that.

Sharp sterling grey eyes turned towards Kim, an expectant but annoyed look in those pale depths. Her breath caught in her throat; it felt like she staring into the eyes of that mysterious jaguar's again.


Just wanted to say thank you for reading and if something doesn't make sense, like the way things are divided, completely my bad. My computer's still busted and my tablet is worthless at trying to replace it. Sorry.

But sincerely, Grey :)

That's right. I did a smiley face :) what you gonna do about it?

Ps. If I miswrote anything feedback is appreciated.

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