DISCLAIMER: Kim Possible" and all characters within (c) The Walt Disney Company and its related entities. Kim Possible created by Mark McCorkle & Bob Schooley. All rights reserved. (These sentences are owned by Sobriety). I don't do this story with the goal to make money, but if you want to sue, I've enough money to counterattack.

SUMMARY: Kim disappeared four years, and nobody knows what she did. Now she is back, and everything will be different…or not? Kigo.

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Okay, finally here is a new chapter. I should have posted it Sunday, but FanFiction decided otherwise…Well, better late than never. The chapter is short, but the next will probably be posted tomorrow (normally, it should have been today…), so don't worry

KP FF: After College, from a picture and an idea of Sapphicspencil

Chapter 10

-" 'I have something perfect for you.' Since how much time had you prepared this one, Kitsune?"

Shego was lying on the bed with Kim against her, wearing a lightly colored nightgown. A very sexy and almost see-through nightgown.

-"Well, it was not really planned. It's just something someone offered to me as a joke, and I just remembered I had it."

-"Yeah, as if…"

-"Shego! Do you want to hear my story?" Kim scolded the older woman.

-"Hell, my body is your fucking pillow so not only I want to, but I will hear it."

-"Oh, yeah." Kim sighed of contentment while nestling a little more in her "pillow".

-"Don't push it, Kimmie."

-"Right. So, where was I? Ah, yes."

One year ago:

Already a month. Kim thought.

It had been a month since she had bought the club. At the beginning, it had been hard: she had had to learn how to manage it, how to deal with workers, how to keep the bar full and the people coming…and keeping the fact she was the new owner a secret, as she didn't want people asking from where the money came.

At least, with all that, the last had been anything but boring.

She had been busy enough to stop playing with the dealers, but she had discovered that managing a club could be as tiring. Well, at least the money she was earning now was legit.

She was in the room she had made built just behind the main room of the club, with a glass to check if everything was fine inside. She was dealing with some bills when someone knocked at her door.

-"Yes?" She asked.

-"Kim, someone wan to see you. They said it's an important matter."

-"Okay, make them come in."

One minute later, two men came in: Eurasian, tall and wearing black suits. Without presenting themselves, they sat on each side of Kim, and began to speak:

-"We heard you bought the club and we decided to come to greet you." The first said.

-"Yeah, and since you seem to be so young, we came to give you some advices." The second added.

-"What advice?" Kim asked.

She had noticed where they had sat and how they didn't say who they were, and even if she was not showing it, she was ready to anything.

-"Well, we are the representatives of a firm of security, and it seems there had been problems in the quarters for some times. So, we are encouraging the shops to take a warranty against that. For a reasonable fee, we make sure everything is fine for you."

-"I see. How much for the fee?"

-"Well, our boss thinks that 10 percent of the benefits of your club should be enough."

-"I see." Kim repeated. "Can I have a little time to think about it?"

-"Yeah, little Miss, but you shouldn't take too long. Accidents happen fast in this moment."

After that, they left without saying anything more.

So, that's them who are doing some racket around. I wonder from which gang they are from.

Her thoughts were interrupted by an other knock at her door.

-"Kim? Other people who want to see you too."

-"Okay."

This time, it was three people who came in. Medium sized, asian, but wearing the same black suits.

-"They should organize them to come at the same time." Kim muttered. "I don't have all the night for them."

The newcomers took position around her, and one of them spoke:

-"We heard you bought the club, and we went to greet you. And we have a proposition for you."

-"A proposition?"

-"Yes. You see, your club seems to work fine, but we noticed you could do something to increase your customers and your benefits.

-"Oh. And what could I do?"

-"Well, we have some products which improve the mood of the people, and we would be pleased if we could sell them in your club. Don't worry, you could earn a percentage on the sales, and we are very discreet."

Kim sighed.

-"Can I have a little time to think about it?"

-"Yes. We will come back next week to hear your answer."

After their departure, Kim stood up and stretched.

-"And you who were complaining you hadn't done any action lately. Seems you will have some tonight."

Someone knocked at the door. Kim grunted.

-"Yes?"

Sophie entered. She was the manager of the club, and she had been a treasure for Kim: without her, the club would have probably felt apart when Kim had begun to take care of it.

-"Are you alright? These people didn't seem too friendly."

-"Yeah, don't worry. And, by the way, could you take care of these bills and the club tonight? I have some things I need to take care of personally."

-"Sure, no problem."

Kim exited the club. She had some contacts who could tell her who were the guys who had come earlier and where their headquarters were.

Six hours later, she was back in the club and she let herself fall on the couch.

Sophie asked, worried:

-"What did you do? You seem to be worn out."

-"Oh, I just get rid off of two problems before they became a major annoyance."

Somewhere in the quarter, there were two buildings which seemed like a hurricane had gone through: doors and windows broken, people more or less injured laying everywhere…

Next day (still in the past):

Kim was thinking. She had received some news: the gangs which owned the two building she had destroyed were searching who had done that.

She was not too thrilled by the idea of dealing with the Russian Mafia AND the Chinese Triad at the same time, so she had to do something.

Suddenly, she knew what to do: she didn't have to fight them, but instead she had to make sure they believed that was the others who had done that. She just had to launch a gang's war.

She began to plan what she had to do.

Back to present:

-"Basically, two days later, they were fighting each other, not even knowing I did a thing."

Shego remained silent.

-"Shego?"

-"You just messed with two of the most dangerous organizations of the world. Without back-up, all alone. You're crazy, Pumpkin. You're fucking crazy!"

-"Shego…"

-"No 'Shego'! Didn't you think about what could have happened to you? And what about your family if something had happened? And what about me?"

Shego stopped there. She had never intended to say it so bluntly, but it was here: what would have she done if she had learnt something had happened to the redhead?

-"Shego…I didn't think you cared so much about me." Kim said while hugging the older woman.

-"Gahh!! Stop doing that!" Shego shouted. She added: "It's just…Do you think it's so easy to find another cute and sexy goody-two-shoe who knows how and is willing to fight? There is only one!"

This time, Kim noticed the slip of tongue.

-"You really think so?"

-"What?"

-"You really think I'm sexy?"

Shego thought about what she had just said.

No, no, NO! I just didn't say that…or did I?

-"Good night Princess."

-"But, Shego, you just…"

-"Good. Night."

Kim sighed and decided to drop the subject and to just enjoy her sleep.

When Shego woke up, she sighed of contentment: she had had a really good sleep. Currently, in the heat of the bed, she was still feeling really good. It was when her "pillow" moved slightly that she realized: at some time in the night, they had moved and they were now entangled, and Shego's head was resting on Kim's collarbone, the rest of her body covering the redhead.

She backed away and leaned against the mattress, at some distance from the redhead, who groaned.

-"Shego…I'm cold now."

-"And?"

-"Can't you just come back against me?"

Shego was about to throw the redhead out of the bed, when she rethought about it: she had had a very goo sleep. In fact, every time she had had the redhead against her, she had slept well.

Well, that's probably because it's been a long – really long – time since you had someone sleeping so close to you.

Okay. She added. Enjoying a little more rest time against her can't be that bad. As long as it's only rest time. You don't play for that side.

She sighed, and went back against the lithe body of the ex-hero, who nestled on her side, before purring of contentment.

-"You really make some strange noise, Kitsune."

-"Shego."

-"Yes?"

-"Go back to sleep."