Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. Neither does Mr. Happy.

A/N: Well…this one was…interesting. I'm not really sure how I feel about it….

-Flame

His hand trailed along her jaw line, his touch gentle, yet clearly displaying the amount of power that he held over her.

"I'm going to make you scream." He whispered softly, in a way that would have sounded kind if one could not hear the words that went along with the tone. "I'm going to make you beg for mercy. Nothing you say or do can stop me from doing what I want." He made her look into his eyes. "You know that, don't you?"

She refused to answer, but the fear in her eyes gave him the answer he desired. He smiled, and laughed coldly. "That's what I thought." His hand trailed down to her shirt. His other hand produced a pocket knife from his back pocket. Her eyes went wide with fear as he showed her the weapon.

"Scared?" He asked, trailing the knife over her neckline. "You should be." He jerked down, cutting open her blouse. It fell to the floor, leaving her in only her bra and pants.

His eyes shined with anticipation. "You really are quite beautiful, you know that?"

She ignored him, trying to summon the emerald fire that could protect her from this predator. But, whatever he had slipped into her drink hadn't worn off yet, and it completely prevented her from using any of her abilities. She kept on trying though, even though she knew it would be completely pointless.

He noticed her struggles, and smiled. "How does it feel to be powerless? To be completely under my control? It must be rather horrible. I wouldn't know."

His hand toyed with the button of her black jeans. She tried to jerk away from him, but her attempts were futile.

He unbuttoned her jeans, and slowly unzipped the zipper. Then, he slid them down her legs. She tried to kick him away, but the restraints he had her in, along with the drugs still circulating in her bloodstream, prevented her from doing so. Her attempts just made him more aroused.

He leaned down, his mouth against her ear. "You're gonna love this, my emerald beauty."

He grasped the top of her panties, and jerked them off her. She whimpered against her will, terrified of what she knew was about to happen.

He quickly undressed himself, and smiled at her, obviously incredibly aroused. "I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful before in my life." He started to line himself up, eager to start.

"Please…" She whispered, knowing already that it was hopeless.

He smiled, his teeth shining like a shark's. "Please what?"

"Please don't do this…."

His predator grin never disappeared. "I've never been one to stop while I'm already so far ahead." And with that, he thrust up, making her scream in pain and terror.

Kim heard the sobs, and forced herself out of her shallow slumber. She looked over to her left to find Shego curled up in a ball, sobs wracking her body.

She shook the woman's arm. "Sara? Hey, Sara?" She saw that the woman's eyes were closed, moving rapidly underneath her eyelids. "Shit….not again." She shook the older woman's arm, trying to break her out of her terrified slumber.

"Sara, you're dreaming. It's not happening, come on, wake up!" She said loudly. Her attempts to wake the sleeping woman were failing horribly.

"Come on Sara!" She exclaimed, shaking her harder. Finally, she saw the pale woman's eyes fly open, her mouth open in a silent scream. She didn't appear to see the reality of where she was however, as she tried to hit Kim in a variety of badly-aimed punches.

Kim grabbed Shego, and pulled her close. "Come on Sara…it's just me. It's just Kimmie. No one else. Only me. You're safe. No one can hurt you. He isn't here, he isn't around here. It's just me. It's just your Princess."

Shego seemed to understand what Kim was saying, and trembled as the reality sank in. She was in bed. Kimmie was holding her. She had tried to attack Kim. Oh God, she hit Kim.

"I'm so…sorry.." She whispered as tears streamed down her face. She let her defenses go, and collapsed exhausted in Kim's arms.

"Don't apologize. You did nothing wrong." Kim whispered softly, trying desperately to calm down the broken reminder of the powerful woman.

Shego shook her head, not responding. She shook wildly, the memory still ravaging her mind. She wished that it had only been a dream, but of course, it wasn't. None of it was.

"I wish he had just killed me." She whispered, not even realizing that she had spoken. Kim, however, had heard her loud and clear. She made the older woman look at her.

"No. Don't you even think that." She said firmly.

Shego looked down. "But…it's true. At least then..I wouldn't be waking up screaming. I wouldn't be such an emotional and physical wreck. Nothing can hurt you when you're dead…" She whispered quietly, wishing that she wasn't there.

Kim stared at the woman in her arms. "Sara, if he had killed you, I would never have been able to see you again. You never would have seen me again. We wouldn't have been friends. We wouldn't have been as close as we are right now. I don't know about you, but that would devastate me. I need you Sara."

Shego didn't want to answer. The truth was, as much as she hated to admit it, she needed Kim as well. For different reasons, yes, but she still needed her nonetheless. She needed her comforting arms, her optimistic smile….she needed her.

"Kim…" She whispered, snuggling up to the younger woman. Kim looked down, surprised. She felt a burst of warmth as Shego's emotions heated up her body.

"Don't leave me." Shego whispered, closing her eyes. Kim smiled, and laid back down, Shego's head lying on her chest.

"I never will Sara. I never will." She leaned down, and kissed the exhausted woman on the head. Shego felt it, and opened her eyes again.

"Kiss me again?" She said, wanting any form of physical intimacy all of the sudden. She felt safe with Kim, which surprised her.

Kim smiled softly, and claimed Shego's lips. It wasn't like their previous kisses. This one was more passionate, more territorial. Shego needed to have control. She craved it.

Shego nibbled on Kim's lip, asking for entrance. Kim gave it, not thinking about anything. Shego's tongue explored the red-head's mouth. There was no fight for dominance, something that Shego was slightly thankful for. She couldn't have handled that right then.

Her hands started to lift up Kim's shirt. She wanted skin to skin contact. She broke off the kiss, pulling Kim's shirt over her head, throwing it on the floor. She pulled off her own shirt, and resumed the powerful kiss.

Kim was too shocked to say anything. Her mind was going wild. She could feel Shego's hands roaming across her body. She could feel the heat of Shego's skin radiating off of her. She felt herself getting more and more aroused by the second, something that she would have been ashamed of if she had been thinking straight.

Shego, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was doing. She had had her power taken away from her. She needed to get it back, any way possible. She knew what she was doing was probably wrong, but hey, she was a criminal. What did it matter?

You're not ready, and neither is Kim. Her subconscious whispered. She fought to ignore it.

Kim's hands started to roam Shego's skin. She accidently brushed up against a not-fully healed cut on the pale woman's abdomen. Shego hissed in pain. The sound and feeling broke both of them out of their spells.

"I can't do this." They both whispered. Shego rolled off of Kim, shame spreading in her body. Kim couldn't speak, staring at the ceiling, panting heavily.

Shego grabbed her shirt, and pulled it on, jumping off of the bed, and running out of the room. Kim jumped up, and immediately went after her. But, by the time that she managed to run down the stairs, and out the front door, Shego was already gone.