Legal: Do I really have to keep doing this?


Kim Possible: Necessary Changes Chapter 8

The dark bedroom would have been deathly silent to normal people. Perhaps the sounds of cicadas outside the window would be the only sign of life available to their normal senses. To Ron's senses, enhanced by severe and thorough ninja training, everything was amplified and easily discernible.

He heard the soft footfall of his parents still awake downstairs, the sound of the television playing an old soap opera, the subtle sleeping movements of his little sister Hana, and every creek of the old Stoppable residence settling. Despite the cacophony of noises, he had learned to tune them out long ago.

His lack of sleep wasn't caused by any natural phenomena, but by the incessant machinations of his own mind. Ron worried over very few things. His sister was a top priority, as were his parents, but they were rarely placed in danger. Yori was more than capable of handling herself, but he couldn't help being protective of someone so dear to him.

Still, there was another female on his mind and her recent actions had run his brain through a veritable obstacle course in attempt to figure her out. Kim had always been a very open person, especially to him, but something had changed since he'd left her to go to Japan.

He didn't blame her for shutting him out. He'd run when she needed him and he wasn't proud of that moment. He'd returned to make up for it, but had brought back what the redhead could only see as a replacement for her in Yori. She'd never admit it, but he saw it in the way she eyes them when they flirted.

Kim was Atlas and she was content to carry the world on her shoulders all by herself. Ugh, did he just make a Greek mythology reference? He stuck out his tongue for no one's entertainment but his own, disturbed that college had been teaching him more than he'd anticipated.

Still, it held true that Kim rarely relied on others to support the weight of her own problems. He'd been oblivious to such things when he was younger, but Yamanouchi had forced many things to come into perspective. He'd never truly been there for her past the purely superficial problems they'd faced and he was intent on making up for those past transgressions.

Unfortunately, Kim had found a kindred spirit in Shego of all people while he'd been away. He furrowed his brow as he remembered every time he'd seen the two women tangle in equal battle. Shego had never hesitated in harming the teen whenever they fought, so what had changed to make her so protective of Kim now?

His only rational thought was the woman was up to something and that didn't sit well with him at all. It was bad enough she was attached to Kim's hip whenever they were together, but she'd even had the audacity to turn down Kim's offer to join Team Possible before their first mission. He wasn't surprised in the least; Shego was selfish and didn't help anyone unless it benefited her in some way.

That left the very important question that he couldn't answer: what did Kim have that Shego wanted?

The ever so subtle sound of his door opening slightly and closing just as quickly ripped him from his inner musings. He raised an arm up just as a warm, soft body slid in next to him and cuddled as closely as possible.

"Missed you," he whispered to the girl.

"And I, you," Yori nuzzled into his neck.

She was in one of his shirts again and he was still stunned by how good she looked in them. She'd developed exceptionally in such a short time and he'd barely recognized her from behind when he'd returned to Yamanouchi. She'd been beautiful before, but now she was drop dead sexy. He let his finger trace a line down her and admired her figure.

"You seemed distracted," she shivered a bit beneath his touch.

"After so many years of not using my brain, it's decided to catch up to me," he chuckled. "I'm just worried about Kim. What do you think of this Shego situation?"

"It is peculiar, to be sure. I'm not used to Shego's presence, but you've said she has fought Kim exclusively since they met."

"They both seemed to enjoy it."

"When she nears the both of us, I can see her tense, as though she expects an attack. She behaves like a wild cat, ready to pounce at the slightest hint of danger. Around Kim, she drops her defenses. I don't know what hides in their minds, but their eyes regard one another as allies and perhaps…"

"Perhaps?" Ron shifted to look at her.

Instead of answering, she leaned in and kissed him. His head swam a bit from the affection and he wondered how lucky he was to have earned the girl.

"Kim and Shego are not a dire problem," she said. "We have much more important things to worry over. Namely, Monkey Fist and how exactly he earned these new powers."

"He was harnessing Yono, no question. The question is: when could he find the time to earn such a gift while stoned?"

"I can contact my clan and have them investigate. We might not hear anything for a few days."

"Gives us plenty of time to heal. How is your…everything?"

He felt her stretch her joints and test them, "Almost back to normal. Though I fear, with enough time to train, Fist may become too much for us to handle."

Ron gritted his teeth, "Don't worry. I'll find a way to work with this monkey power and I'll trounce him good. Monkey boy won't know what hit him."

"If anyone can, it is you, Ron."

"I'm tired of worrying for one night," Ron mock pouted. "You know any ninja tricks to relax?"

She was silent for a moment before she began to move a bit. It took Ron a moment to realize she'd removed his shirt from herself and thrown it across the room.

"I don't have any ninja skills to relax you," she whispered and rolled over on top of him, "but perhaps we can find another way."


Kim only awoke once the entire night and that was early morning when she'd heard an alarm buzz just long enough to be noticed before a small explosion cut the sound. She'd opened her eyes to see Shego returning to her position back underneath Kim's head and upper body and saw a smoldering alarm clock beyond her.

The teen lay practically halfway atop the woman with her head tucked under her chin and arm wrapped snugly around her. Shego held her just as tightly, possibly more so, and she felt their bare legs intertwine a bit.

She was too tired to feel butterflies, but she did let a small smile show as she closed her eyes and returned to a dreamless, perfect sleep. She had no clue how long she was out, but she finally awoke again and realized she was now alone.

A small panic gripped her until she heard the faint sound of someone singing. Across the upper balcony, opposite the staircase, was a door that clearly led to a master bathroom. The sound of running water made it all too clear that Shego was currently showering.

Now fully awake, Kim slowly sneaked from the bed to the door, captivated by the fact that the usually angry woman was actually singing in the shower. It was bizarre, but Kim found it just one more new thing she was learning about the woman. As she neared, she could clearly make out her words.

"So, hold your breath,

Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you,

Over again, Don't make me change my mind,

I won't live to see another day, I swear it's true,

Because a girl like you is impossible to find,

You're impossible to find."

It was certainly not the kind of thing the woman would sing, as far as Kim knew, but she had a lovely enough voice that it carried well. Kim leaned against the wall by the door and just listened as she sang a separate verse and carried into the chorus again.

The water shut off and there were sounds of the woman drying, all the while continuing her song low enough for only what she assumed was her to hear. Kim didn't even think about what she'd say about hiding outside the room and listening in. She didn't feel like she needed to give an excuse; Shego would have shared this moment with her anyways.

"Because a girl like you is impossible to find," Shego opened the door and Kim almost yelped when the woman's head shot around the corner and looked directly at her.

"You're impossible to find," she sang the last line slowly, staring Kim in the eyes and looking as happy as she'd ever seen her.

There was no hesitation on the teen's part. She claimed those perfect lips as soon as she'd finished singing, as lightly as possible, which seemed to fit the mood. Shego ran multiple fingers across her face and behind her ear, finally gripping a handful of Kim's hair. It wasn't violent at all, but merely a strong grip with a hopefully romantic overtone.

The woman broke away after a few seconds, walking out of the bathroom and giving the redhead a very alluring glance. Kim fought her rapid firing heart as she slowly followed.

"You're chipper this morning," Kim said.

Shego halted and used a second towel to dry her hair before turning back to the teen, "Last night was the best sleep I've had in…a very long time."

"Me too."

The woman smiled and Kim thought she noticed every grin becoming warmer and inviting every time she saw it. As she dried, Kim marveled over her glistening, green skin. It looked so smooth, so well maintained, with nary a blemish in sight. She knew a lot of people who considered the strange skin tone bizarre, but she adored it the more she saw.

"You are staring a hole in me, Pumpkin," Shego couldn't hide her approval of said ogling. "Turn around while I get dressed."

Shego made a little spinning motion with her finger and Kim tensed as she spun quickly. She stared at the bathroom door, wondering if it would be alright for her to take a turn inside. Still, the image in her mind of the woman dressing behind her did more to her body than she was comfortable voicing.

"I didn't figure you for the bashful type," Kim stuttered.

"I'm not, but I'm also not an exhibitionist. In case you haven't noticed, I'm drop dead gorgeous sweetie, and no one gets a free peek at me until I deem them worthy."

"So, I'm not worthy?" Kim wasn't surprised, but she decided to try her luck with an explanation.

The woman was suddenly behind her and Kim wondered just how stealthy the woman was capable of being. She had senses honed beyond normal people, but Shego was still good enough to avoid her notice.

Shego wrapped her arms around her and used a single finger to trace a line from her navel up to her chest. Kim shuddered as a finely filed nail slid up what passed as a cleavage for Kim.

"Do you really want to talk in depth about this?" the woman sounded almost intrigued. "Seeing me in the buff implies far more than you're capable of handling, Cupcake. What will you do with me afterward?"

Kim inhaled deeply, "You've made your point. My turn to shower."

She tried to walk away, but Shego refused to release her, "I want you, Kimmie."

Every synapse in her brain shut down at once. The way she'd said it coupled with the words themselves was a bit too much for the great Kim Possible to handle. She tried to reach up and grab the woman's arms, but her body didn't respond to her commands. Hyperventilation seemed not too far away and she prayed she would avoid embarrassing herself as she tried to think of a response to the words.

The sound of giggling made her mind catch up to itself and she was suddenly released. She looked back to see the black haired tease dance away, proud of herself beyond measure. Kim looked for anything to throw at her, but everything looked too expensive and nice for her to destroy. With an audible huff, she stormed into the bathroom and locked the door.

She leaned against the door and slid down to a sitting position. The cooling, tiled floor barely registered under her as she tried to cope with what she'd just experienced. It had been a tease from Shego, but Kim had been ready and willing to see where everything would have gone.

She'd never been overtly sexually active, even when she was with Ron. Of course, they'd fooled around, but nothing intense had ever transpired. She had begun to think there was something wrong with her; most people her age were far more active, but she felt it was something that needed to be waded into with time.

She breathed evenly and made herself think the words she was almost frightened to say aloud. She wanted Shego and not just a little. She'd never wanted someone as badly and it took her mock invitation to make her realize it. Now, she wondered where this would go.

With a sigh, she decided it didn't have to go anywhere right now. Shego was taking this at a nice pace and Kim was happy as they were. There was no need to introduce something to complicate it just yet. These feelings would go on the back burner for now to be picked apart later.

After the night they'd had, she had no reason to ask for more so soon. With a smile, she hopped up and undressed, ready to meet the day with the woman she was beginning to care about immensely.


Dementor had never seen such a long table in all his years. Extravagance was the reward most villains took full advantage of and he'd spared no expense in assembling and designing a dining area fit for his brilliance.

A dining table stretched at least forty feet before him, taking up the entirety of the middle of the dining room he now occupied. Several chairs populated its length, each one occupied by his new family, his team of super villainy. Henchmen were just starting to bring out serving plates of multiple German themed food stuffs and finger foods.

Dementor took the head of the table, being as he was the mastermind behind this unit, but Gemini took up the seat closest to him. In the past few days, he'd struck up a quasi-friendship with the metal handed man as they'd cackled and plotted without fear.

Gemini had worn the same mouth splitting grin he'd earned ever since he'd torched his sister's base to the ground…below the ground, whichever. His mood was impossible to ruin and it had been days since he'd sent one of his minions into that weird, unexplainable hole he used as punishment.

His best men sat just beyond them. David, George, and Jim didn't speak much to the others and barely spoke amongst themselves these days. David's cohorts always seemed so uncomfortable now, possibly due to their boss' change in attitude. However, they recognized his superior ability and thus followed his word as law. David was plotting even as he sat there and mulled over which food he'd start with. Dementor could see it in his roving, demented eyes.

While he'd been ecstatic about the man's threat against Kim Possible's life, he was starting to believe that the man could not be trusted to play by Dementor's demands for very long. All he needed to do was wait for David to finish his dirty deed, then he could be disposed of properly before he began to have visions of grandeur about taking Dementor's spot.

Monkey Fist sat upright, eyes closed, as he clearly meditated before dinner. The monkey man had come back from his little adventure days ago rather frazzled and claiming he would have rid them all of Ron Stoppable had Shego not interfered.

Dementor was wary of this whole Shego situation. The woman had always been a dangerous player in any game, but even he couldn't decipher exactly why she'd allied with their hated enemy. His only hope was that the green woman was planning a surprise of some sort for Possible, else he had no clue what she was up to.

This brought him to Drakken, who was still somehow pouting as he held his fork and knife aloft, ready to devour whatever was set before him. The doctor had been difficult to deal with at first, especially when it came to the modifications of the satellite they'd stolen, but he'd come around after numerous threats of being an involuntary training dummy for David and crew.

Ignoring his personality flaws, Drakken was brilliant with the satellite and they were making good time on Dementor's grand plan for it. He almost salivated at the idea.

Camille and Yoko sat at the end, deep in one of their little prattling conversations about boys, or purses, or cosmetics, or whatever they driveled on about. The two had become fast friends it seemed, though they couldn't have been more opposite. Camille was beautiful, in a synthetic way, and screamed upper class. Yoko was beyond plain and came from a middle class family of computer nerds and archivists.

They were a motley crew, to the say the least, but they'd played their parts exemplary thus far. Smiling, Dementor stood and tapped a spoon on his wine glass.

"Fellow criminals," his voice echoed against the red velvet walls of the room. "Before we begin, I would like to make a toast. To the greatest collection of evil geniuses and evildoers the world has ever witnessed. All too soon, we will do what all villains dream of doing one day: take over the world."

"I don't think all villains shoot for world domination," Jim said, rather bored sounding.

Dementor blinked, "But of course they do. Gemini?"

Gemini nodded, "I sometimes dream about it. There are many variations; most involving me and multiple women, but world domination is always there."

"David?" Dementor worked his way around the table.

"Kim Possible's lifeless body beneath my feet is more important than any landmass of this world," he answered with a very unnerving grin.

Jim sneered in his direction and George visibly balled a fist, but neither called their ally out on his blood thirst.

"I want Shego, one on one, with no distractions," Jim said.

"I'm just looking for a good fight," George added. "Possibly an autograph from Team Possible when all is done."

"You really think they'll give us autographs after all we've done?"

"A guy can hope."

"Fist?" Dementor continued.

The Brit didn't even open his eyes, "I will have my revenge on Ron Stoppable. You can have the world."

"Drakken?"

Drew stared at the table and frowned, "I could barely control Shego and my henchmen. Ruling the world sounds far too infuriating."

Dementor opened his mouth, but Camille cut him off, "Sorry, Prof. I just want enough swag to turn even the most prolific debutantes green with jealousy. Ruling the world is so nineties."

Yoko managed to squeak out, "The only world I want to rule is the world wide web."

Dementor flopped into his seat and rested his chin on his hand, "What happened to this generation, Gemini?"

"I blame video games," Gemini sipped his wine.

"What does that have to do…NEVER MIND! It does not matter the reason why we are here, what matters is that we have placed the world's defenders on their knees in awe of our power! Global Justice and Team Possible's defeat has paved a way for a resurgence of evil the world has never witnessed before! Despite our differences, one thing remains wholly true: we are all going to be very wealthy and very powerful after all is said and done!"

"Here, here!" several of them cried and they all drank to their future success.

Everyone began to eat and chat lightly between themselves. For a grouping of villains, it seemed strange how sophisticated the entire night seemed. Dementor always believed that super villainy required a certain amount of class and everyone thankfully shared at least a semblance of that belief. He couldn't help a pleased smile.

In the midst of chewing, Drakken turned to Jim, "So, why do you want to kill Shego?"

Jim balked, "I don't want to kill her; I want to fight her. She's one of the greatest martial artists of our time and I want to prove I'm better. It's nothing personal."

"But, he…" Drakken pointed at David.

"Possible has to die because it's necessary," David replied and chewed on a dinner roll. "I'm no fool. Even if I manage to beat her, she's far younger than I am. I've reached my physical limit as a fighter, but she's young and only getting better as time passes. I kill her and then she has no chance of ever usurping my title as the strongest."

"Then what happens if Shego challenges you?" Jim asked. "Will you kill her too? What if George or I surpass her?"

David stared him directly in the eyes, "Then you, Shego, and George will have to die."

"Where does it end?"

David merely smirked and it almost sent shivers down the spines of everyone at the table. Dementor was beside himself with glee over just how dead the man wanted Possible.

"I thought," Yoko murmured from the end, "you admired Kim and her team. Why would you want to rob the world of someone like her?"

"Dying by my hand is the only honorable end for her," David squeezed the dinner roll flat in his fist. "A warrior's death is what she wants, after all."

"Kim Possible isn't a warrior," George almost growled. "She's a hero. Warriors fight for themselves or for a master. Kim fights for people."

"Fighting for people is foolish. The three of us know that better than anyone."

Jim and George became silent and seemed to calm slightly, clearly knowing they were having little success reaching the pony-tailed man.

"People expect unrealistic things from heroes," David wasn't finished. "When we can't live up to their lofty ideals of us, they turn their backs and pretend we were always useless to begin with. Did your families understand? Did your friends?"

"So," Jim stood and leaned against the table, staring across and meeting David's intense gaze. "Is killing Kim supposed to bring Cindy back?"

Silverware and plates were slammed off the table and against the ground, startling everyone except the two arguing men. David's hand still stretched outward after he'd forcibly removed everything on the table before him in one angered swoop.

"How do you know about that?" he asked, slowly and menacingly.

"I have my ways. Is that what this new attitude is about? Kill one young girl and that somehow restores another one? Cause life doesn't work that way, Dave."

David pointed a finger at him, "Don't test me, James."

"Or what? You'll kill me?"

They held each others gaze for a moment longer before David pushed his chair to the floor and walked calmly from the room. Dementor was a tad disappointed. He was hoping the reverse polarizer's effects would have made him a bit more bloodthirsty than that, but he'd actively avoided a confrontation.

Perhaps his evil ways only extended towards Possible, but that didn't seem right. He hated to think it but there was something else at play here. It needed to be looked into, but it could wait for another time. There was still so much to do.

"God," Camille moaned, "I thought I left this drama with my parents."

"Just a misunderstanding," Yoko smiled. "They'll work it out."

Camille puffed her cheeks, but broke into a grin when she looked at the younger girl, "You're way too optimistic. And now I'm bored and full. Want to go to a spa?"

"Sure," the girl could barely contain her excitement as she followed the blonde out of the room.

"I suppose some more tinkering is in order for the Eye," Drakken stood and exited. "Don't wait up."

Everyone looked at Monkey Fist, who felt their eyes and responded, "Meditating."

Jim and George stood and made for the door as well.

"That could have gone better," Jim sighed.

"I've had much worse dinners," George said. "Went to an IHOP in Atlanta once. Let's just say we had to figure out creative ways to eat pancakes without silverware."

Dementor surveyed the empty room and sighed, "Being a despot is such unrewarding work."

Gemini merely chuckled and continued sipping his wine.


Kim couldn't help herself; she touched the small vial that hid behind her shirt and let her fingers rest against it for a few seconds. It warmed her every time she realized it was there and she wondered if she'd cease fawning over the trinket. Honestly, she seriously doubted it.

Shego had surprised her last night and the morning was already starting off eventful. She couldn't imagine having a bland time with the woman. There was a growing spark between them every time they interacted and she knew Shego felt it too. The question was: how strongly did she feel it?

She watched the woman from her seat on the outside of a small diner just between Middleton and Upperton. The green woman actually ordered her food for her, paid for the meal, and was now bringing the food to her. Kim had never felt so well-treated in all her life.

Ron had been sweet most times, but he lacked a gentlemanly side that the redhead never knew she desired until Shego began treating her in that way. It made her feel special and she promised herself she'd find a way to make Shego feel just as important.

"This place has the best salads," Shego handed her a plate. "You're going to love this."

I already do, Kim thought as she stabbed a mixture of lettuce, chicken, and carrots and took a bite.

"You were right," she giggled and continued devouring her food.

"Aren't I always," Shego grinned, but it wasn't her usual cocky smirk; this was legitimate pleasure in pleasing Kim.

They chatted lightly as they ate, but saved most conversation for the limo ride to Kim's house. Shego insisted on being chauffeured around today and their driver, the same man from the fair who insisted on simply being called Driver, was more than happy to oblige.

Kim was meeting up at Wade's later today for more training, but she needed some supplies from home first. She was glad she'd convinced the woman to come with her; she didn't want to be away from her for long and she was already dreading her absence during training.

Kim sighed contentedly and pushed her empty plate away, "Perfect, just like everything else. I'm waiting to come down from the high of last night, but it just isn't going away."

Shego chuckled, "I must admit, I didn't think I could feel this relaxed. You're doing good things for my mental health, Pumpkin."

Kim smiled and reached out with a free hand, intending to grab Shego's. Instead, the woman lightly moved her hand away and glanced nervously around them. Disappointment didn't even to begin to describe how Kim felt.

"We're surrounded by people, Kimmie," she whispered.

"So?"

"So…," Shego huffed, "they're going to see us together. Are you ready for what might happen if people discover how we feel about each other?"

Truthfully, Kim's action was made without public reaction considered. She knew where Shego was coming from and she appreciated her concern, but this wasn't about other people.

"I don't care what people think of me…of us. Do you?"

Shego laughed almost bitterly, "What these people think means nothing to me. You have no idea how much I want to let the world know that I have Kim Possible and no one can have her. But, there are stigmas at work here and I don't want what we have ruining your relationships with your family, friends, or fans."

Kim reached out further and claimed that hand, which Shego thankfully didn't pull away this time, "I love that you think about my well-being, but I'm a grown woman, Shego. I've made my decision to be with you and I know my family and friends will understand. As for my fans…they'll understand and accept it. If they don't, then they weren't really my fans to begin with."

Kim wasn't sure, but she thought she saw deep relief pass over the woman's face. Something thawed underneath that icy exterior and Shego intertwined their fingers for all to see. They stayed that way as they threw away their trash, as Shego ordered a bacon cheeseburger for some reason, and as they walked back to the limo.

Driver was there to open the back door for them, but Shego handed him the burger instead, wrapped inside a doggy bag.

"Your usual, Driver," she grinned.

The older man looked ecstatic, "Ahh, you're a saint, Ms. Shego. You know, I've had bacon cheeseburgers on every continent and America simply does them the best. It's the main reason I visit this country."

"I'm sure Ron could show you some places to get more," Kim offered. "Everyone makes them differently."

Driver's eyes sparkled, "I would be honored, Ms. Possible. And, if I may be so bold, might I add…"

He looked at the women's fingers wrapped around one another and smiled, "…you two look perfect together."

Kim felt her face go warm as she stepped into the limo and Shego followed, allowing Driver to close the door behind them. They took the very back seat and relaxed as the car headed towards Kim's house.

Before she could shake off that very pleasant feeling from the man's words, Shego gently pulled her close enough for their chests to touch. Kim felt her heart accelerate again and she wondered if too much of a great thing would be bad for her health.

"He's right," Shego breathed and took Kim's lips before she had a chance to respond.


Kim bounded ahead of Shego through the front door, possibly scaring the life out of anyone near the entrance. Shego couldn't help but smile after the teen as she rushed into the kitchen, meeting her mom and dad individually and giving them big hugs and kisses on the cheek.

The ex-villainess walked into the kitchen without so much as a hello to the 'rents and leaned against the counter, ready to wait for the teen to procure her belongings. After a bit of light chatting, Kim upped the stairs like a gazelle, clearly still riding the previous night's high. She had to admit, the woman found great pleasure in seeing the redhead so enamored with her of all people.

She never expected Kim to be ashamed of her or what they shared, but it was still a load off her mind hearing the girl openly state she cared about Shego more than she cared about others opinions of their relationship. And yes, she was already seeing this as a relationship. It was unspoken, but they'd both be foolish to consider it anything less.

James greeted her kindly and sat down to read his paper and sip a coffee. Ann actually took a few moments to acknowledge her existence and when she did, Shego could tell there was something amiss. She finally lured the older Possible far enough from her husband to start a conversation.

"Bad morning, doc?" Shego asked.

Ann looked at her like she wanted to attack, but took her time unloading the next bombshell of a question.

"Shego," the older redhead kept her voice low, "did you sleep with my daughter?"

The woman's eyes widened, but then a snicker escaped, which eventually turned into a belly laugh. Ann looked livid at her reaction and even James raised an eyebrow, though he soon returned to his paper. Shego regained her composure before answering between snorts.

"Do you really think Kimmie would have given it up that easily?"

"I'd like to think not, but I've never seen her that happy. First she asks to spend the night with you and I know you two are…intimate…Oh, don't give me that look; I was a teenager once too."

Shego was enjoying this too much, "No, Mrs. Possible, I did not have sex with your daughter. Hand to God. Is it that obvious that we're together?"

Ann seemed to be settling down, "No, no one else seems to have realized. I wasn't sure myself at first, but it's difficult to miss now."

"Can I ask a favor? Don't tell anyone just yet. I'd like to enjoy our time together a bit longer before everyone tries to ruin it."

"Why would anyone try to ruin it?"

Shego looked across the room at nothing in particular, "Because that's what people do."

Ann stepped before her, possibly ready to make some kind of argument or observation, but it was surprisingly James who interrupted her.

"Allow me to voice my wife's worries in a more…calm tone," he stood and walked to the women who, surprised with his sudden involvement, paid rapt attention. "Kimmie-cub hasn't had the greatest track record when it comes to relationships. Now, she's suddenly showing extreme fondness for someone who used to fight her on a regular basis. You're a rough one, Shego, we all know that, but there's something there that any loving parent can see. You care about our daughter, whether you want to admit it aloud or not."

Ann was flabbergasted, but Shego gave the patriarch of the household a once over, this time taking in the fact that he was nowhere near as oblivious as he seemed. She looked to the stairway, saw that Kim wasn't making her way down yet, and turned back to James.

"I do care about her."

It was all she could offer two strangers, but it seemed to please James to hear it.

"My Kimmie deserves the best, Shego. If you're willing to give her everything you possess, then our meddling ends there."

Shego nodded, simple but effective. There was no hesitation because she felt none inside. She wanted Kim more than anything else in the world and she was willing to do most anything to keep her. Ann kissed her husband's cheek and gave him a respectful smirk, obviously pleased by her husband's words.

"Kim always tries to carry the world on her shoulders," Ann said to Shego. "She needs someone to help her carry that weight. I asked you before to not hurt my daughter; now, I'm asking you to protect her. Protect her from that overachieving nature that makes us love her every day. Be there for her, no matter what you think about us or her friends."

"Or you'll be the new occupant for our next space flight," he added, but more friendly than threatening. "We've run out of chimps, anyway."

Shego didn't find it particularly funny, but she gave the man a light chuckle before he moved into the den. Ann watched him go and there was love in those eyes. It was the same look that Kimmie gave her…maybe. Was Kim in love with her?

They'd both confessed their tryst wasn't love, but there were fireworks that danced behind their eyes when they stared at one another. Did it have to be something so sappy? Perhaps the two could find something stronger than that fickle emotion most people proclaimed to have.

The word had lost all meaning in this day and age, so Shego looked upon it with disdain. Still, what she and the teen had didn't require a name and that made it more mysteriously special as a result. Whatever she was capable of giving, she'd already given a bit of it to the redhead. It was dangerous; she'd been burned more times than she could count, but the hero wasn't just anyone.

"Ready," Kim jumped down the last patch of stairs and whipped a backpack over her shoulder.

Shego met her at the base and pulled her into a tight embrace. She said her name almost involuntarily, which made Shego adore her even more. Though at first nervous, Kim dropped the bag and held her back. Her first response wasn't to her parents, but to the plasma wielder; that was all Shego needed to see.

She stole a kiss before Kim could back out, gentle and lacking the usual fire they showed. She didn't want to scare the parents more than Ann already was. Kim didn't even hesitate in kissing back.

"I'll still have to get used to that," James said from the den, pretending to hide behind the newspaper.

"Looks like no grandchildren for us any time soon," Ann walked by and prodded Kim playfully.

Kim looked bewildered, "What happened while I was upstairs?"

Shego kissed her again and tapped her nose, "Something wonderful. Now, let's go before they can change their minds."

Kim smiled past her confusion and made eye contact with her parents. All it took was a single nod from either adult and the redhead couldn't have smiled any wider without hurting herself. She nearly crushed each parent with a hug and thankful 'I love you's' before grabbing her lover's hand and running out the door.


They knew something was amiss as soon as they arrived at Wade's. Outside his house, along with his parents' cars, was a much more expensive looking limousine that honestly put Shego's to shame. They saw Ron's moped and Leon's two door sports car, meaning Yori and Monique were also here.

Kim moved fast, curious and nervous despite having no proof anything was necessarily wrong. Still, she hated surprises and wanted answers. She was down to Wade's command center in no time and was shocked to see the portly boy had left his post.

Whatever could make Wade leave his chair was more important than most anything in the world. With insides tied in knots, she burst through the already unlocked door to the training center and took in the room, glad to feel Shego directly behind her.

Multiple heads in the room turned, all familiar, but some unexpectedly so. Wade was closest, sipping a soft drink and looking the most nervous out of everyone. Leon and Monique stood off to the side and Kim noticed a large container next to her. The darker girl gave her an unconvincing grin before turning back to the front of the group.

Ron and Yori were standing front and center, but they waved Kim over as soon as she entered. They always expected her to be at the head of the group, even though she'd stated multiple times that she wasn't the leader, per say.

Dressed in street clothes for the first time Kim had ever seen was the one eyed director of Global Justice. Even in a thin brown jacket and blue pants, she commanded respect. Though her presence was unexpected, it was the man who stood beside her and faced the group that made Kim's jaw lock.

"Ahhh, Ms. Possible," his accent was just as charmingly suave as it had always been. "So pleased you could join us."

Senor Senior, Senior, dressed in a red velvet smoker's jacket and cane in hand, walked to meet the advancing Kim as she stepped ahead of Ron and Yori.

"And Shego as well," he nodded to the green woman who stood behind Kim. "I had heard the rumors, but to think they were true."

"What's going on here?" Kim asked both guests. "How did you two know about this place?"

"Old favors from GJ personnel finally paid in full," Betty said. "Actually, your tech genius has been having a full-fledged war with one of Dementor's goons on the web. It was hard to miss. It wasn't too difficult contacting him and getting his cooperation."

"Sorry I didn't run it past you sooner, Kim," Wade apologized. "But, you might want to hear what they're offering."

"Offering?" Ron asked.

"We're not offering anything definite at the moment," Senior waved a hand. "The former director and I have been talking and we've come to a mutual understanding on the future of Team Possible."

"Former director?" Shego spouted.

Betty nodded, "I have officially resigned as director of Global Justice. A necessary fallout of the Dementor attack. Luckily, it couldn't have come at a better time. GJ has begun the arduous task of spinning its wheels while it sorts out the mess I allowed to happen. That's left a lot of the world's smaller crimes unchecked. Where GJ has decided to falter, Team Possible will pick up the slack and show the world which one is more dependable in meting out justice."

"And how will we do that?" Kim asked.

Director pointed to Wade, who responded on cue, "Reports have come in that Motor Ed has been plotting to steal one of those dinosaur shaped machines that crush cars at demolition derbies. Well, he did just that this morning and he's running amok outside the Middleton Car Expo as we speak."

"So, Dementor's call to arms has found its first answer," Yori said. "More will undoubtedly follow."

"Which is why you kids need to hit him soon and hard," Betty said. "Do what you do best and make sure the world sees you doing it."

"And where does that bring you two?" Ron seemed suspicious and no one could blame him. "Senior's been trying to off us for some time, in case you haven't noticed."

"It is true I was a villain, but no more," Senior sounded nostalgic, like reminiscing about an old friend. "Super villainy no longer holds an appeal. After convincing Global Justice to cease their pursuits of me through very generous compensations, I have decided my fortunes are best spent on future ventures."

"And Team Possible is the future," Betty added.

"Perhaps. I shall see just how well this new Team functions. If it can somehow survive having Shego on it of all people, then funding will follow soon after."

"Funding?" everyone's mouths gaped at once.

Betty snickered, "Your group's charity style of work has built a ton of good faith with the public, but now is the time to secure a more fundamentally sound future for Team Possible."

"We aren't charging people to be helped," Kim's answer was quick and unwavering.

"The world works in different ways these days, young Possible," Senior paced as he spoke. "We don't have to charge people for your services. They'll gladly help funding it through other means. You'd be surprised how much advertising and merchandising can help a company stay afloat."

"You want to merchandise Team Possible," Shego looked sick from that remark. "You expect Kimmie to sell out?"

"She would be selling out to me, if you insist on such verbiage. Technically, to myself and young Betty here."

Everyone looked at Betty, who raised an eyebrow knowingly, "I've put many a years into Global Justice and let's just say they have a marvelous retirement plan for higher ranked individuals. I'm just happy I could resign before they fired me. Needless to say, I've already placed significant stock in enterprising with Senior's already impressive portfolio."

"And this leads us to our decision," Senior kept a calm, almost happy demeanor. "The villain community no longer shivers at night over your legend, Kim Possible. They've seen you are only human and can be beaten. They have adapted and so must you. Consider it a necessary change."

The room was silent as each individual processed what they'd been told. No one immediately refused, which spoke volumes to how sound the logic was. Eventually, everyone turned their gaze to Kim. Of all of them, she looked the most at odds and she knew it.

The whole thing used to be so simple: she, Ron and Rufus, traveling the world and helping those in need. The world had matured around her and here she still believed she could be the same high school hero she'd always been. She hated to admit it, but everything in life had changed in the most subtle ways.

"I'm going to stop Motor Ed," Kim finally spoke. "Stopping him is most important now. I'll give you my answer when that's done."

"I look forward to it," Senior said. "Meanwhile, Betty and I shall monitor your progress from this little base of yours. Assuming that's alright with young Wade."

Kim gave him a glance, allowing him to make that decision. He simply nodded and she turned back to them.

"We need a ride."

"One of my private helicopters should be arriving momentarily," Senior walked past the group and towards Monique and Leon. "Until then, I believe your friend here has a surprise for all of you."

Monique, who had all but forgotten about the box next to her, look startled at first but then glowed with anticipation. She unlatched the box and slid the lid off, allowing everyone to peer inside as they neared.

"Compliments of the most talented seamstresses in Upperton," Monique said proudly. "Also, they're big fans of Team Possible."

An excited murmur came from the crowd and Kim instantly saw her new uniform amongst the clothes. She grabbed it and made for the small dressing room next to the pool, excited beyond compare despite everything else.


"Helicopter's here," Betty craned her ear upward and made out the steady beat of propellers.

"And just in time," Senior nodded towards the approaching duo.

Yori was the first noticeable one, as her uniform was very eye catching in design. It resembled her ninja garb from Yamanouchi, but it was a combination of dull blues and black. A dark set of skin tight, thin under armor that extended down to her wrists was covered by a loose fitting top that covered all but her arms and folded over itself in classic Asian style. Her pants were just tight enough to hug her without being revealing and she wore a slick pair of knee high boots with toes resembling a pair of split toe socks. A mask was seen dangling just below her neck and attached to the collar of her under armor.

Ron was plainer, but the ensemble fit him perfectly. His cargoes were customized to fit less loosely and his sneakers were gone in favor of a pair of black hiking boots of high quality. He wore a tight fitting black shirt that showed just how much more buff the blonde had become. He wore black gloves that hung limply at the wrists and finished the uniform with a red scarf that wrapped around his neck and hung behind him to his mid back.

Rufus crawled from his pocket and up to his shoulder, showing off the little scarf he'd been given as well. He mumbled something unintelligible and Ron rewarded him with a belly rub.

"Loving it, Mon!" Ron thumbed up.

"Indeed," Yori smiled genuinely. "They're simply marvelous."

Monique let out a happy squeal, clearly pleased with the final look. Leon pulled her in for a sideways hug, enjoying the girl's reaction. Everyone heard the door to the dressing room open and waited for Kim to come out. When she did, they were all pleased with the result.

Kim wore a tight fitting purple top that bared her midriff and stopped around her elbows. Her black gloves remained unchanged. Gone were her pants in exchange for a pair of black cargoes that fit less loose than her first mission gear and featured purple streaks down the sides. Her dark hiking boots also bore a purple streak down either side.

"Mixing old and new!" Ron called. "I'm loving it!"

Everyone was in agreement, much to Kim's apparent pleasure. She walked over and hugged Monique. She glanced around for a bit, looking for something or someone, and looked disappointed afterward. Betty assumed it was due to Shego's absence.

"Time is wasting kids," Betty called. "There won't be much left of the Expo once Ed is finished."

Kim, Ron, and Yori nodded and headed for the exit, but were stopped by the door opening and closing. Shego stepped up to the redhead and placed her hands on her hips, showing off what she was wearing.

While tight fitting all over similar to her old cat suit, this new uniform had a much different design. Though mostly black, her collar was green and a green stripe went down her torso and down to what looked like a green utility belt. Four green bands went down each arm, at her shoulder, biceps, forearms and hands. A green pack was strapped to her right thigh and green knee pads topped her black boots.

"What are you doing?" Kim sounded…Betty couldn't place the emotion.

"Waiting for you. Doy," the former villain responded sarcastically, but then she gave a smile that the former director had never seen her show. "I can't go without the rest of my team."

"Really?!" Kim almost yelled.

Shego nodded and the redhead was around her in an instant, dangling with a death grip on her neck. Shego actually hugged her back and Betty was sure she was seeing things. Kim turned to all of them and Monique gave her a thumbs up.

"Team Possible is back," she put out an open hand and looked to the others.

"Never left!" Ron placed his hand atop hers without hesitation.

"Team!" Rufus stood on Ron's wrists and placed a paw on his master's hand.

Yori simply placed her hand on Ron's, grinning optimistically at all three of them. They looked at Shego then. Kim beamed with a happiness Betty had barely seen previously. Ron looked skeptical, but he held his tongue for the moment. Yori seemed unaffected either way. Shego only looked at Kim and returned her smile before placing a hand on everyone else's.

"Let's kick some ass."


Author's Notes: I chose the song Shego was singing simply because I was singing it in my shower the morning I began writing that scene. It fits rather well, all things considered, but I don't consider it the perfect KiGo song.

I've always believed one of the best things about Kim Possible's universe is how supportive her family is. In a real life situation, especially figuring out your daughter digs chicks, I believe Ann and James would accept it with little drama. As a person whose family openly disagrees with their life decisions, I like seeing parents give very little overreaction to such revelations.

I've been told recently that I should really think about bringing the story to an end. People claim no one wants to read a fanfiction this long, but I disagree. I have a story to tell and I don't want to rush it. Let me know what you guys and gals think.

George's IHOP in Atlanta story is literally only something my friends and I would get.