Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Kim Possible... obviously.
Okay, so now this is a chapter story, and it may very well be my first finished one over a period of time. I'm warning you, depressing cliche crap soon to come! And I'm only uploading these by review, if I start getting negative feedback I'll understand to stop I don't really consider this my best piece of writing, so I feel kind of bad about it.
I'll change the summary soon to include femslash, and thanks for all the reviews, you guys are quite supportive in something I didn't really see much hope in. :)
the plot develops...
It was around Christmas time that the world lost Shego.
Kim had seen it on the news, and then had immediately contacted Wade.
"She was last seen in China, but… Kim, she didn't go to her home there, if that's what you're thinking…"
"I'm not thinking of anything, Wade…"
"It's just… I know you were kind of…"
"Wade, where is she?"
"No one knows. She was supposed to be hung in China, but somehow she escaped. They went to give her breakfast in her cell and she wasn't there. And even weirder than that, there were no signs of escape, no footage on camera… Kim, it's like she just walked through a wall or turned invisible."
Kim could tell from Wade's earnest expression that he honestly didn't know, and he couldn't help.
Kim had checked out the crime scene. She couldn't find a single trace of evidence, just like the rest of the police.
Over a few months, she had tried to forget it. Maybe Shego really had disappeared, had been freed… maybe she was now enjoying life, she didn't seem to be helping Drakken anymore. Kim was actually kind of happy with this story she gave herself. She knew somewhere in the recess of her mind that this could never be true, an international criminal like Shego could never actually live in peace, but it was what little hope she gave herself that everything would be okay.
It was the first night of summer that brought about the end to her false notions.
"And, like, oh-mi-god, Erik Singer!" A fake, high falsetto voice made Kim turn around and immediately drop the phone, with Monique still on the other end, from shock.
"Kim? Kim? Who was that-?" A steel bottomed slipper crushed the phone immediately, and Kim was too shocked to even notice the destroyed technology at her feet.
The leg that followed the sleek boot wasn't tan, wasn't green, wasn't pale-just white. The skirt the leg disappeared to was somewhat ragged, and dirty, though the skin was pure, even shaved, and generally well kept. The shirt was hardly considered a shirt, cut as a midriff, and hung off the shoulder. The color would be described as those found amongst heavy nature.
The person behind the clothes didn't look worse for wear, though there was a sense of urgency in the dark ember glare.
There was a weapon, barely concealed as a revolver behind a cloth that might have matched the bark on the tree outside Kim's window, though Kim never paid much attention to that tree so she really wouldn't have known.
"Where have you been?" These were the first words out of Kim's mouth after she had recovered from the shock.
"I'm sorry this can't be in your dreams, Kimmy, but…" A click "you're coming with me." She raised the revolver to Kim's forehead. Kim was powerless to do anything, and she couldn't, for the life of her, figure out why.
Why didn't she feel the apparent death threat?
Why didn't she just kick the gun out of her hand, as she knew she could?
Why wasn't Shego wielding her usual weapon: her own two hands?
She knew she was curious, but that should be no reason for letting herself endanger her life.
She was blindfolded, and then carried with ease through what she was sure were backstreets. Shego didn't tire, and Kim wondered on the difference of appearance so suddenly.
When the blindfold was removed, she dimly recognized the darkness as smelling of a warehouse. Shego just angled the gun to her back, and forced her to climb the stairs. She cursed silently when she realized she had forgotten the Kimunicator. No one could help her… but she could always fight back…
If the situation were to come to it.
"Sit." She realized she was upstairs, and now she could see much more clearly. Windows stretched from the floor to the high up ceiling. The windows were dirty though, and the little stretch of land she could make out were hills, so she didn't know where they were. But the moonlight shone through strong enough.
"Why are we here?" Suddenly her hands were forced behind her back, and they were tied securely.
"Why are you doing this?" She glared, because Shego was now sitting across from her legs crossed, gun at her lap, and completely ignoring the hostage she had just taken, choosing to instead look at the discolored, gritty windows.
"You know, Kim, you don't ask so many questions when you're dreaming…"
"As if you would know that." She snapped, snarky teenager as she ever was.
Shego retaliated turning her cool gaze to her, no longer urgent. Perhaps, calm.
"I guess you heard I was going to be killed in the Chinese jail."
This made Kim's defensive attitude sober. "Yeah…"
"And I suppose you, of all people, you who knew me best, wondered how I could have escaped."
"Wade thought you might have gone invisible.." She couldn't meet those eyes full of contempt.
"Come on, Kimmy, it was a set up. I'm sure you know about those."
"What are you talking about?" A weak voice belying her belief in the purity of idealism.
"Empty jail cell? No hints left behind? Who the hell else could possibly set that up," She paused to take a breath, and then exhaled in a sickly sweet voice "except the people keeping me?"
"But the ambassador said…"
"The ambassador didn't know shit." She stood. "Notice I suddenly found a new color?" She waved her other hand around, the one without the revolver. "Notice, no fire?" She made the clenching motion she usually did before the flames sprouted. "And do you honestly think if I was just hiding I wouldn't have somehow made you aware of my presence?"
"Me?" Kim was caught off guard, and she let it be known.
Shego gave a bitter laugh. "Come on, girl who can do anything in the world, miss I'm so gullible, didn't you even once wonder why you were so tired when you woke up last summer? Or why your clothes started to smell a bit different? Or why the dreams you had of me that summer suddenly changed right after, suddenly became fake, and fabricated by your own mind…"
"You… you were there?" Her voice broke… she was cold now. She tried to free her hand in vain so she could wipe her eyes, make them dry if only for a little while longer…
"I was there." Shego's voice was softer. She came close to Kim, she kneeled before her, and she brushed her white hand over her eyes. "I was there, every night, to take you out somewhere, to spend time with you. I was there, I said all those things."
A tumble of auburn hair shook, no…
"And I left after summer, because I knew your school was important, and because my vacation was over, and then I, stupidly, got caught stealing from the Chinese treasury, and then they took me to the jail cell, and they wanted to execute me." Kim was still shaking her head, in disbelief, wishing she could block out the noise, to be alone with herself.
But Shego couldn't allow that. Her voice grew more urgernt as she spoke. "Listen to me, Kim. No, listen, we don't have much time. Listen. Then the doctors decided they were intrigued by my afflictions, and they wanted to test me, to fix me… so for over six months, I was in their white cell underground, and they ran tests, and some of them were painful, and some of them were hell, but I escaped. Because I didn't want them to kill me…" She held Kim's head in her hands, held it firm, and Kim was forced to look her in the eyes.
"Because I wanted to make it back to you…"
