Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible or any of its characters or concepts.

Author's Notes: I'm just going to warn you all first that I don't really like this chapter. It seemed good at first but as it went on it kinda seemed to fall apart. When I started this story I wanted the focus of each chapter to be primarily on the activities of Kim and Shego but alas most of this chapter focuses around the activities of my original characters, something I promised myself I wouldn't do. I hope you like it anyway though.

Chapter 10: Beginnings

Kim could taste Shego. As her mouth moved with that of the older girl's she allowed her arms to slip from the thief's shoulders and circle lazily around her neck. This felt… weird. Not wrong exactly, but certainly weird. Firstly she was kissing a girl, something she wouldn't have even considered not so long ago, yet oddly an issue that she hadn't even taken into account. Secondly she was kissing someone who had once been her enemy, but given that their relationship had recently been upgraded to friends that hardly seemed an important consideration.

The final thing that Kim realised was that she was enjoying this, more so than she thought she should of. She had kissed people before, including Ron not too long ago, but it had never before felt like this. What exactly it felt like she couldn't define, but she knew that it felt good.

Returning the kiss, Shego's mind was in even more turmoil than Kim's. No-one had ever kissed her like this, not without deliberately causing her pain. She almost pulled back, worried that this time would end like all the others, but stopped herself from doing so. This was someone she trusted, someone that she knew would never deliberately hurt her. The fact that it was a girl and a former enemy meant nothing.

As Shego's arms slid around the smaller female's waist, the two pressed their lips together slightly harder. As the embrace became more intimate a low moan began to rise from Kim's throat, the sound muffled by the kiss.

How far the two would have gone remained unknown as they were startled apart by the sound of a throat clearing. While Shego leant her head back and slowly let out a breath, Kim almost jumped out of the plasma-wielder's lap, whirling quickly to see who it was that had seen them.

Standing with hands on hips, Monique raised her right eyebrow as she meet her redheaded friend's gaze. "So can I ask what's going on here, or is this one of those 'don't ask cause I ain't going to tell' moments." She was a little in shock from what she had just witnessed, and was being remarkably calm as a result.

Thanks to the topic coming up when she had come to visit Ron days earlier, Monique already knew most of the situation with Shego, though she as yet knew nothing about the pale thief's past. The last thing she had ever expected to see was Kim kissing her former rival and fellow member of the female gender.

Despite her best attempts not to, Kim blushed furiously. "I umm… this isn't what… well it is but…" She trailed off, realising she was making absolutely no sense. "Actually you know what, I'll go with that second option. Don't ask."

Monique shrugged, somewhat accepting of the teen hero's answer. She wasn't going to just forget what she saw, and would certainly ask about it again later, but now wasn't exactly the most appropriate time. "Moving on then. Why aren't you in with Ron? Don't tell me he's gone to sleep. It's only just gotten dark." As soon as she asked the question she realised that perhaps it shared an answer with the explanation for what she had seen.

As if sensing what it was that her Afro-American friend was thinking, Kim hurriedly shook her head. "Yori wanted to talk to him alone, so me and Shego came out here." She remembered now that she had called Monique soon after Ron recovered to tell her to come by with Rufus.

Right on cue, the pink rodent pocked his head out of Monique's pocket, having apparently missed the earlier scene between Kim and Shego. "Whe Ron!" It was clear from the slight difference in his high pitched voice that he was almost desperate to see his owner, or at least clear to those who knew him.

Temporarily forgetting about the situation with Shego, Kim reached down to Monique's pocket and extricated the small animal. As soon as he had a firm footing on the redhead's palm, Rufus scampered up her arm to her shoulder where he curled up slightly and waited to be taken to Ron.

Kim sighed as she felt Rufus's slight warmth settle on her shoulder, feeling somewhat guilty for leaving him with Monique rather than taking care of him herself. "Yori should be done by now, let's go." She began to head down the hallway towards Ron's room but stopped when she realised Shego wasn't following.

Sensing Kim's eyes on her, the pale female turned her head slightly so as to make eye contact. "Go on ahead, I'll wait here." She needed some time alone.

Though she continued to hesitate for a moment, Kim eventually turned her back on Shego and continued down the hall. The two really needed to talk, that much was clear, but first she had to get rid of Monique so that they could speak alone. The teenager just hoped that her actions would not have any negative consequences.

Watching her leave, Shego sighed softly. Why had Kim done that? The martial artist certainly hadn't expected such an action. It seemed so out of character. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't enjoyed it, but she'd really passed the point of no return now, and that scared her somewhat. She hated being scared.

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Still lying flat on his back, Ron was staring seemingly vacantly at the ceiling. The news of Yamanouchi's destruction had hit him rather hard, people he had known killed for no other reason but the greed of others.

Though he had only been there for a sort time, Yamanouchi had held a special place in his heart. It had seemed a safe haven to him, somewhere he could go when he needed to unwind. A feature of the location he had never gotten a chance to use.

More than the school itself though there had been two people there that really mattered to him, Yori and Sensei. They had been two of the first people to truly have faith in his abilities and in him generally. That was something that could not easily be replaced, and something which he never wanted to lose.

But now Sensei was dead, the old man who had seemed so strong cut down by a boy a fraction of his age. Why had he fought? He must have known soon after he began fighting Nathaniel that the swordsman was too much for him, and yet he had fought until he died. The only conclusion Ron could come to was that Sensei was trying to buy time, hoping to secure the escape of as many of his students as he could. It fit the old man's attitude to make such a sacrifice.

At least Yori had survived. If she had died then Ron didn't know what he would have done with himself. Losing Sensei was bad enough. If he had lost both of them… that was something best not dwelled on. It was sufficient just to know that the girl was alive and that she would remain alive for quite some time if he had anything to say about it.

Ron had received a more thorough explanation about what happened to Yamanouchi than Kim and Shego, Yori trusting him more with the information. From what he had been told, it was apparent that Monkey Fist was behind the attack, even if it was Ashleigh and Nathaniel that did the most damage. He was also now aware that the monkey-villain had the Lotus Blade in his possession, making him a far greater threat.

The blonde seldom thought strongly about anything but right now he knew exactly what he was going to do. First he was going to get better and regain the use of his arm. Then he was going to find and defeat Monkey Fist, reclaiming the Lotus Blade in the process. When that was done he was going to help Kim and GJ defeat Brad, as well as everyone who served under him, especially his two enforcers. Nothing and no-one would shake him from that purpose.

For her part Yori sat in chair on the boy's left, feeling calmer now than she had before. Ron had told her that he would make things right and that everything was going to be okay, and in the end that was all that was needed to make her feel better. She was still sad of course, and angry, but not to the same extent as she had been before.

The two were taken from their thoughts by the sound of a knock on the door. "Are you two done talking?" The voice was clearly Kim's, and it was clear from her tone that she thought they should be done by now.

Standing up and stepping to the door, Yori opened it quickly. "We are done Possible-san, you may enter." She was a little surprised to see another girl standing behind Kim, more so than she was to see Rufus on the redhead's shoulder.

Without saying a word, Kim stepped to Ron's bedside, gently laying her left hand on his damaged shoulder. Her miniature passenger immediately scampered down the extended limb and jumped onto the sidekick's chest, sitting up on his back legs and smiling happily. "Ron! Ron! Happy yo okay!" It was slightly difficulty to understand what he was saying but the message got through.

Smiling back at his small pet, Ron patted him on the head with his left hand. "Good to see you too little buddy. Has Monique been treating you well?" Before leaving the room earlier, Kim had had just enough time to tell him of the naked mole rat's location.

Rufus nodded enthusiastically, causing Monique to smile brightly. Although the remarkably intelligent animal had spent much of his time blubbering about Ron, he had appreciated the food and bedding he had been provided with.

Watching the scene, Kim smiled as well, pleased to see her best friend looking happy. She was well aware that Yori must have told him by now of Yamanouchi's destruction but it seemed he was taking it reasonable well. Such matters however were not so important to her right now, most of her mind focused on a certain plasma-wielder. As soon as she got the chance she was going to have a thorough talk with Shego. She hoped the older female didn't think she was trying to escape such a conversation.

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Twirling a wickedly bladed knife around and around in her hand, Ashleigh shot her stoic companion a lopsided smile. "So are you going to take it Nathy?" She casually sent the knife streaking into the night-time shadows, laughing slightly as she heard a serious of choking and gurgling noises followed by a deathly silence.

Nathaniel didn't turn his attention away from the courtyard below. "Take what?" He watched as the prison guard Ashleigh had hit stopped twitching, blood spilling across the ground from where the knife had buried itself in his neck.

Smiling wider, Ashleigh drew another knife from her belt. "The Meteor Enzyme of course! Don't you think it would be useful to have super powers?" Brad had decided to call DNAmy's discovery the Meteor Enzyme, as according to the reports he had managed to dig up on the origins of Team Go, the siblings had originally gained their powers from a stray meteor strike.

Placing his hand on his sword's hilt, Nathaniel kept an eye out for anymore guards, his metallically soled boots crushing several rolls of barbed wire beneath them. "I don't need super powers to kill people. There wouldn't be any point."

Below them another guard entered the courtyard, probably looking for his missing colleague. His flashlight moved slowly over the empty expanse, soon finding the other guard's dead body. A communication device was quickly raised but a knife in the forehead prevented any call from going out.

Admiring her own handiwork as the second guard fell, Ashleigh frowned notably at Nathaniel's comment. "Just because you're strong doesn't mean you shouldn't get stronger. The only way to protect yourself in this world is to kill everyone who threatens you." That had been a lesson she'd learnt long ago. A lesson she'd learnt when she killed her parents.

Though he hid his thoughts from his face, Nathaniel noted that for once Ashleigh sounded serious. He was somewhat aware of the events of her past, including the death of her parents. And he was also aware of her rather morbid outlook on the world, an outlook fuelled by her hidden insanity. "Perhaps I will take it, if the initial test subjects prove effective." He leapt from the perimeter wall on which he stood, quickly falling into the prison courtyard below.

Leaping after her male companion, Ashleigh landed in a crouch beside him. She quickly threw yet another of her knives, destroying a nearby security camera before it could spot them. "Come on, they're sure to notice that." If the prison authorities failed to notice the camera's destruction then they should at least notice the missing guards.

As the blonde went to retrieve her knives from her victim's corpses, Nathaniel turned his attention to the solid door that stood before him. This was a maximum security prison, a veritable fortress designed to keep prisoners in and everyone else out. Getting through the perimeter defences had been hard enough, getting to the cells themselves was going to be far harder.

With a deathly silence, Nathaniel's blade slid from its sheath. Facing the bladed side forward, he swung down in a powerful diagonally arc, slicing effortlessly through the steel door. Once the cut had been made, a single well placed kick was all that was necessary to collapse the door inwards, producing a considerable amount of noise in the process.

Easily hearing the racket that the spiky haired swordsman had made, Ashleigh turned to face the open doorway, stowing her two bloody knives back at her belt. "They have to have heard that." No sooner had the words left her mouth then flashing red lights erupted into life all around them, accompanied by blaring sirens. "And I guess they did."

Seconds later, a squad of guards came charging down the hallway, carrying assault rifles and clearly prepared to fire on the intruders. By now of course, the two enforcers had hidden themselves on either side of the entrance way, waiting for their opponents to arrive.

The first guard out the door was neatly beheaded by a backswing from Nathaniel's sword, and the second had his throat skilfully slit by Ashleigh. Seeing their comrades fall, the last three guards raised their rifles, only to have their targets duck out of sight once again. They then slowly began to creep forward, cautiously approaching the entranceway.

Gunfire rang out as two of the guards shot through the walls to either side, thinking that Ashleigh and Nathaniel had retreated to the same hiding place. Identical looks of surprise crossed their faces as a knife drove into each of their throats, having been launched from hallway across the courtyard. Seconds later their bodies dropped to the ground.

The last guard stared in shock at his fallen comrades, and as such failed to notice the shadowy figure stepping up behind him. The first hint he had of Nathaniel's presence was the pale warrior's sword plunging through his chest from behind.

Pulling his sword free, Nathaniel ignored the tearing caused by his weapon's hooks. "We should do this as fast as possible. Let's go inside." Ashleigh jogged across the distance between them, having no difficulty hearing her colleague. A shared nod was all that was needed to get them moving.

As they entered the prison's interior the two villainous sidekicks quickly made their way towards their targeted destination, effortlessly cutting down anyone who tried to stop them. Nathaniel went first, slicing through guards with the bladed edge of his sword and rending them open with the hooked edge. Anyone he missed was felled by Ashleigh's knives, wether thrown or hand-wielded.

Soon enough the guards stopped coming, whoever was in charge of the facility realising that he was just throwing away lives. It was extremely doubtful that such pacifist action would continue for long, but at least for awhile the fighting ceased.

By this time Nathaniel and Ashleigh had reached the prison cells themselves, though most of the prisoners wisely choose not to disturb them. The two had blood splattered all over them and their weapons, originating from the bodies of their victims. They were overall quite a frightening sight.

One prisoner however did not share the fear of his fellow inmates. Stepping up to the bars of his cell, he wolf-whistled loudly. "Well hello their missy! Why don't you come over hear and we can have some fun?" His comments were directed at Ashleigh and his eyes drank in her form.

Briefly considering just ignoring the man, the blonde eventually discarded that idea and walked over to the prisoner's cell. "You want to have some fun do you?" Without blinking an eye she drew a knife and plunged it into the man's gut. "This fun enough for you?" Ignoring the prisoner's screams of agony, she violently twisted the knife before pulling it free, leaving him to a painful death. As she rejoined Nathaniel she wiped the blade clean on her jeans and they continued down the hall.

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Dr. Drakken grumbled as he rolled over in his sleep, wondering what it was that was making so much noise. The least they could provide in this god forsaken prisoner was some peace and quite.

The mad scientist had been locked up for longer now than he ever had before, and was wondering when exactly Shego would get around to breaking him out. The prison he was in now was probably the most secure in the country but he didn't really take that into account. It also didn't occur to him that the mercenary might simply have abandoned him to his fate.

Unfortunately for Drakken the Diablo incident had resulted in him being taken more seriously by the authorities and consequentially treating more harshly in terms of imprisonment, hence his current location and predicament.

Originally the blue skinned man had been put in a cell by himself, but after continually complaining to the guards about the conditions of the prison he struck one too many cords and was thrown in with a cellmate. A man by the name of Brock.

A huge, musclebound man, Brock had a totally shaved head and Afro-American skin. Though his orange prison jumpsuit covered most of his body those parts that were visible sported several scars, including one that crossed his left eye. The number '24' was tattooed on his right forehead.

He was a brute of a man in every sense of the word. He seemed to take a perverse pleasure from bossing Drakken around and making constant threats of severe violence towards him. So far those threats had not been followed through on but it was almost unquestionably just a matter of time until they were.

As Drakken tossed and turned on the top bunk, Brock sat up on the bottom one, hearing the sound of the cell block's door being kicked in. Unlike his supposedly genius cellmate the bald prisoner was easily aware from the sirens and flashing lights that something was definitely up, and saw a potential chance to escape this hellhole. And now it seemed that whoever was responsible for the disturbance had finally come his way. "Heh! Heh! Over here!"

Brock soon heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching his cell, and moments later two figures stepped into view, one of them a tall blonde female, the other a very pale yet dark haired male. The musclebound man smiled at their appearance. "Let me out of this cell and I'll make it worth your while."

Reaching for one of her knives, Ashleigh was just going to kill the man but was stopped when Nathaniel placed a firm hand on her wrist. The swordsman studied Brock for a few seconds, ignoring his companion's attempts to free her hand. "You are Dr. Drakken's cellmate I take it." His eyes trailed to the top bunk and the mass visible there. "Wake him up."

Though he was somewhat confused by the command, Brock nevertheless complied, eager for any chance to escape his cell. "Yo Drakky, rise and shine blue man! You've got visitors!" He gave the bunk's support a solid punch, visibly shaking the bed.

Groggily opening his eyes, Drakken glared at Brock as best he could. "What do you think you're doing!? Don't you know who I am!? I am the famous Dr. Drak…" He trailed off as he noticed the two blood-soaked figures standing just outside the cell. "Oh, hello. Have you come to rescue me?" Usually it was Shego who saved him, but he'd take what he could get.

Nathaniel didn't say a word, but in a flash he released Ashleigh's wrist and drew his sword, effortlessly slicing through the cell's lock. "Dr. Drakken, you're coming with us. In return for rescuing you, you are now under the direct command of our master." The broken door swung open before him, allowing both Brock and his cellmate to step outside the cell.

Noting the combat pose that Ashleigh had assumed, Drakken nodded hurriedly. "Yes yes, very well. I will serve this master of yours. Just get me out of here." He needed to escape this place and get back to taking over the world.

Drawing one of her knives, Ashleigh pointed the tip at Brock, annoyed that he had had the nerve to step outside the cell. "Who said you were invited!?" She was damned if she was going to go to the trouble of saving him as well.

Ignoring the blonde's clearly aggressive stance, Nathaniel once again gave Brock an appraising look. "What exactly are you in here for?" His voice remained emotionless, even though he was indeed interested in the answer.

The large man shrugged. "They've got me in here on several counts of murder. I was actually awaiting my execution." That was the main reason he wanted to escape. He wanted to live.

Easing up in her stance slightly, Ashleigh's opinion of the man went up. "Really, how many you kill?" She had killed for most of her life so she considered it to be the action that defined her most.

Smiling widely, Brock pointed to the number printed on his forehead. "They couldn't get me for all of them. In fact I don't even think they know of all of them. But this is how many I've killed." From his voice it was easy to tell he was proud of the achievement.

Annoyed that they were wasting time talking, Drakken tried to take command of the little group. "We don't have all day to stand around yapping. Let's get out of here before someone…" He was cut off as Nathaniel drove the hilt of his sword into the man's cranium, knocking him out in and instant.

Pointed the sharp end of his sword at Brock's chest, Nathaniel motioned to Drakken's unconscious form. "Carry him, and don't get in our way. If you step out of line even once, I'll kill you." He said it calmly, but it was clear he had no qualms about carrying through with the threat.

Swallowing audibly, Brock nodded his head and effortlessly lifted Drakken from the floor, his bulging muscles showing not the slightest sign of strain. "Get me out of this place and I'll serve your master till I die." Usually he feared no-one, but the emotionless Nathaniel scared even him.

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Looking up at the girl who sat across from her, Shego frowned slightly. There were so many questions she wanted to ask, so many questions she needed to ask. Above all though there was one question she really needed to ask. "You kissed me? Care to explain why?" Not a question she'd ever really expected to ask the teenager.

Twitching in her seat, Kim took her time to formulate an answer. She had returned to the hospital waiting room as soon as she had an excuse to leave the others in Ron's room, but hadn't taken the time to actually consider what to say to Shego. "I don't know, it seemed like a good idea at the time I guess." She was aware that that was the oldest excuse in the book, but it was all she could think of.

Shego arched an eyebrow at the rather standard response. "That excuse doesn't really work in this situation Princess, mostly because I'm not some boy you have a crush on. Girls don't tend to kiss other girls like that just because it seemed like a good idea."

Sheepishly rubbing the back of her head, Kim was beginning to look highly embarrassed by the whole situation. "Look Shego, the fact that you're a girl really makes no difference to me, I… I like you." That had been really hard to say, but she was glad she said it.

Kim wondered if having such feelings towards Shego made her a lesbian. Up until this point she had always considered herself attracted to boys alone, but she supposed that her current situation disproved the myth. Still it seemed more likely that she was bisexual than lesbian, as that would explain her earlier attractions.

Maintaining eye contact, Shego took a moment to take in Kim's confession. "You like me? That's a shocker. We were enemies not so long ago. I tried to kill you." She would have thought that last incident would have been enough to prevent the redhead from forming anything more than a friendship with her, but apparently she was wrong.

Sighing softly, Kim's expression became remarkably more serious. "Shego, I know your past, I know more about you than I ever thought I would. You tried to kill me yes, but when you failed you proved your heart wasn't in it. I think maybe I've always felt something for you, but its taken these last few days for me to realise it." She had always felt a little strange around her rival, and it was only now that she understood why.

Finally breaking eye contact, Shego looked down at her hands. "I know what you want me to say Kimmie, but I can't say it. I can't open myself that much to you. I care, that's all I can say." She knew that the redhead wanted more, but she couldn't give it. Not now, maybe not ever.

Though the response saddened her, Kim didn't allow her emotions to show on her face. Standing up she walked over to Shego and placed a reassuring hand on the older girl's cheek. "Wether you say something or not, I'm not giving up on you. Whatever happened to you, whatever made you so afraid to feel… we'll fix it together." Bending down she placed another kiss on the woman's lips.

This kiss wasn't as deep as the last one, but it was more tender, the kiss of someone who was sure of their feelings. Shego held back slightly, but she did not pull away, a powerful sign in itself. Why didn't she pull away? Was it need? Did she need this?

Kim knew that any relationship with the plasma-wielder was going to be difficult but she was willing to do whatever she had to do. The first hurdle of course would be getting Shego to admit to similar feelings. The second would be breaking off the current relationship she was meant to be having with Ron, a relationship that had been somewhat neglected since its beginning.

As their lips broke apart, Shego pushed Kim back slightly and rose to her feet. "Princess, I'm not going to lie and say I didn't like that, but I'd prefer if you cut it out for awhile." There was a brief pause. "You're going to go after Brad right?"

Lingering only a moment on her disappointment over Shego's rejection of the kiss, Kim slowly nodded her head. "He's hurt a lot of people I care about." Her eyes moved to her companion's bandaged abdomen. "I need to get him back for that. I need to put him in prison where he belongs."

Slowly flexing her fingers, Shego met Kim's eyes. "I'd like to get my hands on that guy as well, so until he's finished with I'll definitely stick around." The corners of her mouth twisted into a slight smile. "And if you die I'll never forgive you."

Returning the smile, Kim laughed softly. "That goes for me as well Shego. If you die I'll never forgive you or myself." She held out a hand. "So what do you say, friends, comrades-in-arms, and maybe something more?"

After a moment's hesitation, Shego reached out and took the offered hand. "I'll agree to that. You protect my back and I'll protect yours, and then we'll see where this relationship of ours is going." She wasn't sure if she wanted their relationship to progress or not. On the one hand a progression threatened to completely shatter her emotional barriers. On the other hand those barriers had already partially collapsed and what leaked through begged her to pull down the rest.

The two gripped each others hands tightly, not so tightly that it hurt, but enough to make veins stand out on the backs of their hands. As they stared into each others eyes they realised that they would do whatever it took to protect each other, even if it cost them their own lives. And if one of them died… well, that was something best left unconsidered.

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Growing back to full size, Mego quietly unlocked the door before him, allowing his three brothers access into the room beyond. This was the Go City Art Gallery, a priceless collection of artwork and artefacts. It was also apparently the sight of a break-in, the silent alarm having apparently been set off by some burglar. The reason Team Go had been called was because all the security cameras had been able to capture was a yellow blur that quickly took them all offline, a strange anomaly that was squarely in the jurisdiction of the superhero team.

As the brothers made there way deeper into the gallery they kept their eyes trained for any sign of the intruder, whatever it might be. In the entrance hall at least nothing seemed out of place, but that changed when the siblings entered one of the main viewing halls. Several artefacts were missing from their stands, and a handful of missing paintings had left gaps on the wall. Strange thing was, it seemed the culprit was still there.

Sitting on top of one of the empty stands, a teenaged boy with vibrantly yellow hair and almost glowing yellow eyes stared back at them, a slight smile across his face. His only colouring that seemed normal was his average seeming Caucasian skin, although that too had a slight yellowish tinge to it. For clothing he wore a yellow vest over a plain white t-shirt, yellow cargo pants and predominately white sneakers with yellow stripes. He held an apple in his hand, from which he casually took a bite. "So the mighty Team Go is sent to handle a simple thief like me, I'm flattered." His voice was sarcastic and a little biting.

Stepping forward slightly, Hego puffed out his chest in an attempt to make himself more authoritative in appearance. "You're under arrest for breaking and entering, and burglary. Return your stolen items immediately or face further consequences." Though he sometimes had trouble iterating himself, he had no problems when simply performing procedure.

The boy smiled, before tossing his apple into the air and towards the super powered siblings. The piece of fruit arched through the air, slowly beginning to fall right down in the middle of the team. But instead of hitting the floor it feel into a hand, the same hand that had originally thrown it. Somehow, without anyone seeing him move, the yellow haired male had crossed the distance between him and his would-be arresters in an instant.

Smiling broadly, the boy took another bite out of his apple. "The names Rick, and unless you can catch me I don't see how you're going to arrest me." With that he took off, becoming nothing more than a yellow blur as he sped out of the room.

Mego looked highly astonished at the teen's speed, having never seen anything move that fast before in his life. "He's right, if he moves that fast we're going to have one hell of a time bringing him down. None of us have a chance of keeping up with him."

Glancing at each other, the Wegos smiled broadly. "No matter how fast he runs… he can't escape us." They instantly created nine clones each, meaning the room was now inhabited by a full twenty of the super-powered twins. "We'll get him… you find the stuff he stole." They all took off in separate directions, intending to canvas the entire building for any sign of their illusive opponent.

Considering for a moment going after his younger brothers, Mego instead decided to figure out exactly what had been stolen. With that in mind he marched over to a vacant area of the wall, inspecting the plaque below where the painting had once been.

To the shrinker's utter shock an ever-so-slightly pinkish hand suddenly burst out of the wall before him. Stranger still was the fact that it didn't seem to be breaking through the wall, rather passing through it without any form of resistance. Before Mego could react the hand grabbed him by the neck and pulled him towards the wall. A slight tingling passed through his form and the next thing he knew he was being pulled through the wall itself, passing through the solid obstruction almost as if it was nothing more than air.

Having failed to notice his purple brother's fate, Hego turned to ask the younger man a question and seemed highly confused to find himself alone. "Huh, Mego where did you go? This is hardly the time to go running off by yourself. As the defenders of justice in Go City, Team Go must stick together!" His shoulders slumped when his rant received no response. "Really, am I the only one truly concerned with justice?"

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Dashing up a flight of stairs at blinding speeds, Rick sprinted down a second-storey hallway, confident that he had well and truly lost any pursuers he might have had. Any such confidence was lost however when one of the redheaded twins from earlier stepped out in front of him.

Along with his incredible speed Rick had greatly enhanced agility and reflexes, but unfortunately for him despite his proficiencies in these areas they still couldn't keep up with his speed. As such he went barrelling into the boy before him, the two of them crashing to the ground and sliding halfway down the corridor.

When they finally did come to a halt the Wego clone let out a single groan before seemingly dissolving into nothing, leaving Rick alone and confused on the floor. He had known that Team Go had powers similar to his own but he had not known exactly what they were.

Before the other teen could rise, three more Wegos appear, diving forward and attempting to pin their target to the ground. Rick however managed to partially regain his feet and sprung forward with a burst of speed, barely avoiding his attackers' falling bodies.

Rising back to their feet the three clones quickly turned into six, forming a tight circle around their yellow haired opponent. None of them spoke as none of them were an original and were therefore incapable of the task. They could however contact the others. As Rick surveyed the six duplicates surrounding him he became aware of quick footsteps coming from several directions at once and the next thing he knew the entire exhibit was full of Wegos, all of them staring at him intensely.

Gulping audibly, Rick had the nerve to appear somewhat sheepish. "Well… darn."

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Emerging fully from the wall through which he had been pulled, Mego took a moment to consider what exactly had just happened. First he and his brothers had encountered a teen with incredible speed and an incredible attitude, and then he himself had somehow been pulled through a solid wall, a process that felt somewhat like being pulled through porridge. Now he found himself in a new art exhibit not that different from the last.

Looking up, Mego came eye to eye with a teenage girl whose pinkish skin tone alone told him that she was the one who had pulled him through the wall. Her hair was pink as well, as were her eyes, making her appear every bit as strange as the purple male himself. And if the whole situation with the wall was anything to go by, she also possessed superpowers. Her clothing consisted of a matching pink skirt and blouse, accompanied by plain white sneakers.

The teen ran a hand through her shoulder-length hair. "Sorry about that, but I can't let you all go after my brother. As good as he might think he is he's not good enough to take you all on. My names Theresa by the way." Both she and her brother were in the unfortunate habit of giving out their names to everyone they encountered, not usually the best idea for thieves.

Mego hardened his expression slightly. "Before we start this, anything else you feel the need to tell me, like perhaps why it is you decided to rob this place." He'd already gotten her name, so figured he might as well go for the rest of it.

Tilting her head to the side, Theresa smiled slightly. "Sorry, but no, I'm not that stupid." She paused for a moment. "I am sorry for this, I'll try not hurt you."

Though he was going to respond to that statement, Mego never got the chance as the girl came charging towards him. From the somewhat awkward way she moved it was clear that she was no fighter, and the shrinker was able to dodge her initial charge and deliver a powerful punch to her abdomen. The attack flung Theresa back towards an artefact and its stand, but rather than collide with the solid object the girl passed right through, landing roughly on the other side.

Watching the pink haired female rise to her full height, Mego wondered why it was his fist had been able to physically connect with her but the pedestal had passed right through. He knew he was nowhere near Shego's level when it came to combat but he still considered himself reasonable adept, at least more so than Hego. So if his attacks could hit her then this fight shouldn't prove too difficult for him.

The purple man was forced to rethink his position however when Theresa suddenly sank into the floor beneath her, disappearing from view completely. Looking around himself desperately Mego tried to figure out where she was going to come from next but was nevertheless caught by surprise when a feminine hand suddenly closed around his ankle.

Before the Go sibling knew what was happening he was pulled forcibly through the floor, emerging on the other side only to go falling towards the ground. His momentum was quickly stoped by the hand on his ankle and he looked up to see a most unusual sight. Theresa had placed her feet and her left hand into the roof above, apparently able to keep herself hanging upside-down through the action. Her right hand of course was busy holding Mego's ankle.

Smiling at her captive, Theresa tightened her grip slightly, not to hurt but just to make sure she didn't drop him. "Sorry but you're going to have to hang around here for awhile." She laughed slightly at the joke she had just made and lifted Mego enough to push half his leg through the roof. As soon as the limb was through she released it, causing it to become fully solid once again.

For a moment Mego feared his leg would be ripped apart when Theresa released it but was pleasantly surprised when he was simply left hanging, his leg having apparently replaced the piece of ceiling it had been placed in. Skin-tight, the surrounding concrete held his leg firm.

Placing her right hand into the ceiling, Theresa began to sink back into it. "Sorry, but I'm sure someone will break you out soon enough." Before any response could be given she was gone.

Mego frowned once the girl had departed, looking down to the floor in an attempt to gauge the distance. "Damn, this is going to hurt." Concentrating, he began to shrink himself down, quickly freeing his leg from its concrete prison. As soon as the limb was free however he went plummeting towards the ground below, growing himself back to full size moments before impact.

The twenty-five year old's back hit the ground hard, forcing a loud groan from his lips. "Note to self, don't fight that girl in a room with a floor that has a ten meter drop below it." He would definitely avoid that in the future.

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Rick struggled to fight off the hordes of opponents that came at him. Though he was largely unskilled in hand-to-hand combat his agility and reflexes made him quite adept at countering attacks, and his speed made him good at dodging and countering. Even with those advantages however he was having a lot of difficulty keeping up with the waves of clones.

For their part the Wegos had been training hard ever since their sister had left Team Go. Their stamina was now vastly improved and they could maintain a much larger amount of clones at once. At the same time they had improved their basic combat skills, meaning that each clone was a far more significant foe then they had previously been. Rick was finding this out the hard way.

Rapidly ducking under a high kick from one Wego, Rick was then forced to leap sideways to avoid the punch of another. He dispersed one clone with a quick kick to the head but then three more tried to tackle him from behind, a burst of speed only barely allowing him to clear the attack unscathed. "How long can you two keep this up?" At least he thought there were originally two of them, as far as he knew there might have only been one.

Rather than respond verbally, the Wegos resumed their attacks, several of them diving forward at the same time. Despite the teen's attempts to dodge, one of the clones managed to tackle him around the legs, forcing him down to the ground. Before Rick had a chance to move several more duplicates dived on top of him, pinning him to the ground.

Struggling beneath the mounted bodies, Rick growled through gritted teeth. When he agreed to do this heist he didn't think it would be so difficult, the advantages seemingly far outweighing the negatives. If he was caught however then it would definitely suck. "Heh, get off me! It's not fair ganging up on me like this. If you don't stop I'll…" He smiled suddenly as he felt a pair of feminine hands close around his shoulders. "Sorry to cut this short guys, but I've got to run." With that he was pulled through the concrete slabs below him.

On the other side Rick was dropped gently to the nearby floor, his twin sister dropping from the roof to land beside him. "Thanks for the save T, I think they might have actually had me there." If it was anyone else then he wouldn't have admitted that, but he considered himself to have a pretty honest relationship with his sibling.

Shaking her head slightly, Theresa almost laughed at her brother's foolishness. "You should try not to get yourself in so much trouble Ricky. I won't always be around to pull you out." She sighed suddenly, looking up at the ceiling they had dropped through. "Do you think we should really be doing this? I'm not so sure anymore."

His expression becoming serious for a moment, Rick slowly nodded his head. "What's wrong with what we're doing T? I mean we're not really hurting anyone. Betters gave us all this power and all he wants in return is a few items that are probably insured anyway. So in the end nobody really loses anything." As long as no-one got hurt he felt that their actions were justifiable.

Nodding in agreement, Theresa motioned for Rick to turn around. "Come on then, let's go." She climbed up on her brother's back, slinging her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Smiling slightly, Rick made sure his sister's arms were secure. "Make sure you don't break your concentration okay, I don't want to get stuck in a wall or anything." Without waiting for a response he took off towards a nearby wall. He ran fast, but not as fast as he would have run were he not carrying Theresa, since her body was not as strengthened against G-forces as his. As the two reached the wall they passed straight through, disappearing completely into the concrete barrier.

End Notes: As I said at the start I don't like this chapter, especially as it introduces more original characters who seemed so interesting when I was planning this story but to me at least now seem tacked on. I'd appreciate reviews anyway though. The next chapter will be better I hope.