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"We didn't talk after that," Amy said softly as the tears dried. Theygo nodded.

"Never again," she smiled as she fingered an old newspaper clipping, yellowed by age, "I remember glancing through the announcements section of the Middleton newspaper one day, just to see what had been going on since I left. Surprise, surprise when I see the engagement of two of my old friends. The rocket scientist and the brain surgeon; those were going to be some smart kids," Amy chuckled.

Drew reached out for another clipping. Theygo glanced over at the wedding announcement and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Who's she?" She asked. Drew took a deep breath.

"That, that was Debbie."

Another silence fell over the group. Drew's head dropped into his hands, his face scrunched up in unimaginable pain. Images flashed through his mind of the small brunette with the beautiful smile, her bell-like laughter ringing in his ears and her sweet flowery smell in his nostrils. It was so, so beautiful but too brief.

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"It was nice of Tim and Amy to invite us," Debbie commented. Drew held the passenger's seat open for her.

"It was," Drew agreed. Though there was always a bit of tension between Tim and him due to unresolved college issues. He moved around the front to the driver's seat and slid in.

"Think the kids are asleep yet?"

"Adam might, but Jessie probably isn't, knowing her." Drew nodded, smiling at the thought of his two-year-old son and six-month-old daughter. They both had their mother's eyes.

He glanced over at her. Her bright blue eyes almost took his breath away every single time. She smiled shyly and they exchanged a brief kiss before Drew started the car, pulling out of the restaurant parking lot.

"Do you think we should stop for milk on the way home? We're running low," Debbie asked. Drew frowned thoughtfully.

"Not sure. If we stop for milk, we might as well stop for gas. Are we paying the babysitter by the hour?"

"Oh Drew, you can be such the tightwad. I love this song," she said softly. He reached down and turned it up.

"So now I come to yooou, with oooopen aaaarms. Nothiiiing to hide, believe what I say," she sang along softly. Drew smiled, and glanced over at his beautiful wife for a fraction of a second. She smiled back at him, the glow of someone's headlights outlining her like an angel.

There was no horn, no screech of brakes to warn him to speed up. Just the sickening crunch of metal and the jerk towards the side. His body whipped to the right, and then back to the left, smacking into the window. The smell of smoke, the sharp pain of shattered glass digging into his skin, his own heart pounding as his mind raced to grasp what had happened in maybe five seconds, and then nothing.

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"I never even got to say goodbye…or how much I loved her…" he whispered. The room was silent, Theygo's arm around his shoulders. He took a shaky breath, tracing lightly the scar on his cheek with the stitches still in. When he heard the news…he just walked out of the hospital. Wandered away in a dressing gown, trying to make sense of what had happened. It had happened so, so fast…

"I still can't believe her, taking your kids away," Amy growled. Drakken shrugged helplessly.

"What can I say? Debbie's sister had a better attorney. I was deemed "unstable" by the judge and she gained full custody…and a restraining order," he added in a low voice.

"Anyone would be unstable after their spouse passed away," Amy said softly.

"She was angry and looking for someone to blame for her sister's death. I drove that night. I chose the way home," he said blandly.

"But you didn't run a stop sign drunk," Tim said softly. He sighed.

"Everything happens for a reason," he said, reaching up and squeezing Theygo's shoulder, "Even if we don't understand for a very, very long time why." Theygo smiled and kissed his cheek.

Her eyes glanced over as she saw another clip, though this one didn't fit with the rest. It wasn't an announcement of a death or wedding; it was an announcement of wrong-doing. Side by side were two mug shots. One was Drakken, and one was Shego.

"This was the picture," Amy said softly, picking up the article and staring at it. Her fingertip graced over Shego's eyes, "I was all ready to testify against you, to squeal like a pig. But the picture stopped me when I saw it. The first thing I saw was how much she looked like you. The tiny baby in Drew's arms was all grown up, standing beside him. I wondered if she had known…" Amy trailed off. Drew smirked.

"Strange coincidence that we met again over a decade later, in a little science room her freshman year. It couldn't have been easy to admit I was best for the job, huh, principal?"

Theygo didn't react. She was already years away, sitting on a cold hard chair, more scared than she had ever been in her life in the Go City Courthouse.

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She was two seconds away from losing it.

Their appointed attorney couldn't hold up against the state's. Every witness that went to the stand only piled up more evidence against the two of them. The mountain of evidence was too high, the facts too stable, and even the best alibis smashed. It wasn't the first time she had thought she was going to die, but it was the first time it had come with such certainty and such dread. She wondered how long a lethal injection would take, how much the electric chair would hurt before killing her.

On the other side of the attorney was Yougo, insanely, calmly watching the happenings of the court. Did he have any idea that this was the end? Did he still hold onto the belief they were weaseling out somehow? Was he depending to make eye contact with someone, to take over their mind, though everyone had been warned against it? He stuck steadfastly to their "not guilty" plea, as though ignoring the truth would make it not so.

She was going to die. Her youngest were still in middle school, and all five of them would be orphans.

The last witness was called, the one she had been dreading since she had first laid eyes on the assembly. She stiffly rose, her green eyes focused on the stand. Even as she sat, her eyes didn't even so much as flick towards the defense.

"Please state your full name and spell your last name."

"Amy Possible. P-o-s-s-i-b-l-e."

"Raise your right hand. Do you so solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."

"I do."

To tell the truth…the whole truth…nothing but the truth… Amy would have done that without swearing on a Bible. Frankly, Theygo deserved whatever she was about to say. Years of running and her sister's killer had finally been caught, charged with several accounts ranging from theft to murder. Revenge, such sweet revenge.

"Dr. Possible, would you please tell us your relation to the accused."

"Bethy Ann was my sister's best friend…and that's her husband."

"And how is your sister?"

"…deceased." She hissed a bit with the word, cutting right into Theygo's heart. Why couldn't she just get up and run, instead of facing Amy one more time?

"How so?"

"An accident," Theygo blinked. The prosecution also seemed a bit taken aback. The lawyer soon recovered.

"Can you recount that evening for us, please?"

"I wasn't there, but I know why my sister had gone. Her best friend had turned into a villain and wasn't acting like herself since she had gotten involved with…him," The disgust in her voice… Like she was talking about road kill instead of Yougo. Her eyes bored into the lawyer's as he waited for an accusation, "Bethy Ann would have never killed Carmen had she not been involved with him."

Theygo wasn't sure which was more surprising, the fact that Amy wasn't blaming her or her reason why. Yougo…she blamed Yougo. Was she grateful or scared?

The defense ate up Amy's change of heart. Theygo could barely keep up as suddenly she was the victim of abuse. Before she could even dispute this new absurd train of thought, she was dismissed of all crimes and Yougo was sentenced to life in prison, no possibility of parole.

Strangely, Theygo didn't feel sorrowful. She didn't grieve or beg for a retrial. A quiet thought, one in the back of her mind that really knew he had been abusive, whispered "Finally, I'm free."

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She had looked for Amy afterwards; in the courthouse, in Go City. But it seemed like she had vanished, sparing no time in her return to Middleton. Her eyes broke away from the past, turning to Amy. She continued to hold the article, tracing Shego's eyes.

"The second thing I saw was how much her eyes look like my own Kimmi's," she murmured. She shook her head, "I would never want to leave her like that, or any way for that matter. Despite everything, I just couldn't do that to you. Yougo, yes, but not my Bethy Ann," she looked up, "I can't believe it took so long for me to realize it really wasn't your fault, that you would never do that to Carmen."

Theygo's eyes glanced away, picking up a picture of Kim on graduation day. She sighed, flipping it over and over in her fingers.

"They could've been friends. Hung out at the mall, had sleepovers, all the things we used to do. Maybe even with Carmen's kids," she tossed down the picture, "But no…they were enemies. The girl with the glowing green hands versus everyone's favorite cheerleader."

"They were friends…towards the end," Drew said quietly. There was silence, the only sound being a distinct crackle of electricity from Theygo's hands.

"No one outside our family has even dared confront the witch for what she did. Not that she's stayed in one place long enough to get a hold of her, the coward…"

"I'm sure there's a special spot reserved for her in hell," Tim growled.

Drew sighed, glancing out the window.

"Do you think we should be heading back? I would think the kids have driven Hego and Chloe up the wall by now," Theygo blinked as though she had been watching a marathon on t.v. for hours.

"We have been gone awhile, haven't we?" She murmured. They rose to their feet, as did Tim and Amy.

"This was nice," he said. Drew nodded.

"Yeah." Theygo and Amy embraced.

"We'll have to meet again soon, without all the tears that time," Amy said. Theygo laughed.

"Alright, but you're the one driving halfway across the US."

Theygo took out her cell, which she had left off since they pulled into the Possibles' driveway. She figured she'd have at least one message from Hego begging for them to take the quads back. She did have a text, but from Chloe…

Drew and Tim were in the middle of discussing the best route to Go City when Theygo gasped, her shaking hand threatening to drop the phone.

"What is it?" Amy asked. Theygo shook her head in disbelief.

Her voice came out quiet and trembling.

"They, they found them. Shego and Dessie…they're still alive."

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Thanks to those of you still keeping up with this story. The next chapter's gonna be a whopper, wrapping it up and all. Please review.