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AN: takes place in season 4.

Kim Possible: A Blonde Moment

"Epilogue"

By: Eoraptor

It had been two months since her cosmetic mishap. Kim's hair was still platinum blonde, and still stubbornly refused to take dye. Wade said that scans showed her locks had been chemically altered by the Lather Rinse Obey shampoo to closely resemble plastic. Short of using fabric dye on her hair and scalp, what hair she had would continue to be silvery-gold.

But, red roots were beginning to show now. Mostly anyway. Obsessive examinations with a hand mirror showed that she was probably always going to have a few lighter streaks; but in a few months' time at least, she would be back to being a ginger. Her nigh-magical ability to control the thoughts and actions of others had completely abated.

That left her with mixed feelings; while she was glad to be rid of the alien abilities and the temptations they provided, as well as the swarming and swirling emotions that were not always her own… but still, the ability to silence arguments and freeze criminals with but a word were handy.

But that way temptation and madness lay. She wondered if that was why Shego had become a supervillainess; if the ability to do things beyond the bounds of mortals had somehow corrupted her. It was certainly seductive to have that kind of power.

The intervening eight weeks had not been slow ones. Kim had a week of homework to catch up on for one thing, and the fallout of the events of the Drak-co products was wide.

Some had, inevitably, leaked into low-rent warehouses, where unscrupulous vendors relabeled them or peddled them to bargain stores, and it took a month to find everything. Even Wade himself didn't escape unscathed.

Some unknown products were out there, and the tech guru had accidentally tried one; "Wonder Spot Remover" was an acne crème.

Oh it made spots disappear alright, along with everything else it was applied to. Wade's entire face turned transparent, rendering him a ghoulish fiend of muscle and bone until the antidote kicked in and restored his flesh to its normal chocolate tone. If he would have been afflicted by any unusual physical or psychological effects was unknown as the cure was able to be applied so fast, but Kim nearly lost her cereal when he called her in a panic and she saw his teeth, tongue, and cheek muscles all working as he babbled at her and his eyes seemingly unblinking orbs in the front of his skull.

And even with Drakken in prison and Shego gone to ground, Kim and Ron were kept busy more or less from the moment they were out of the hospital's grasp. Camille Leon, Frugal Lucre, The Mathter, the Fashionistas, the insane Nanny Nane, and even Señor Senior Junior kept their feet to the ground around the world.

Kim had hoped that during their stop in Go City with the Mathter, she might have run into Shego; might have been able to talk about their lives post-drakken… but the villainess had been nowhere in evidence.

Then there was the whole college sitch. Kim had trouble focusing on where she wanted to go, and her parents each heavily advocating for their specialized alma maters only worsened the stress. And then Dementor had broken into the MIST campus while she was there and there had been this whole thing involving purple goo all over her body. She briefly suffered a panic attack, certain that when it finally came off, her body would be horrifically modified again. Fortunately, aside from some impromptu personal grooming by way of purple-goo waxing, nothing came out blonde, or purple, or green when the goop came off.

Beep beep bee beep!

"Go Wade." Kim flipped up her stylish new wrist kimmunicator as she balanced her books in her free hand.

"Code Blue, Kim."

"WHAT?!" the redhead's eyes went wide, her pulse accelerating, "Who's dying?! Where are they?!"

"What?! No, no!" Wade flushed a dusky color, embarrassed by forgetting Kim's mom was a doctor and that code blue might mean something entirely different between the two of them, "Sorry, I meant blue as in Skin. Someone broke Drakken out of prison."

"Okay, well, that's concerning," Kim's heart rate dropped by a few beats per minute, but she kept attuned.

Drakken may have confessed to being helpless without Shego's assistance, but that didn't actually mean he was. Cases in point; the drak-co products and the diablobots.

"It gets worse, Kim," Wade continued as though reading the heroine's mind, "Reports are was that he was broken out by a woman with green skin."

The teen's heart sank more than she cared to admit. Shego had been quiet since the hospital, and no one had seen or heard of her in the intervening eight weeks. She had somewhat suspected Shego would go back to crime.

But to go back to Drakken?

Her heart slowing and hardening, the eighteen year old glared at the Kimmunicator, "Get me a ride to the Prison."

"And Ron?"

The blonde shook her head, "No. If Shego is back with Drakken, it's personal. And it's ugly. And I don't want Ron involved. He's still pretty tweaked about how sick Yori and me got."

"Alrighty, I can get Misses Hutchinson there in fifteen minutes to drive you out to Middleton Maximum Security." The hacker confirmed with a grim look on his face. "And Kim? Be careful."

KP-KP-KP-KP-KP

Given how many people she had sent here over the years, it was unsurprising that Kim was given free run of the prison when she arrived. She snickered to herself. Maybe if they'd put her in charge instead, she wouldn't have to keep sending people here every time they got out.

Shaking off the snide thought, the teen made her way to the recreation room. Interviewing Pyro Pete and Big Tony about what they had seen. They confirmed the initial reports that a strong green woman throwing around green energy had indeed come looking for Drakken.

Then she got down to her own villains.

Frugal Lucre did nothing but crow about beating Drakken in Checkers in a narrow thing.

Motor Ed turned out to throw a curve ball into the running theory, though.

"Green babe? Seriously Red, check your intel," the mullet-wearing madman shook his own golden locks, "Chick was like, nine feet tall or some junk. Shego may be mean, but she don't tower over me like some Miami Tranny. By the way, love the new look, seriously!"

Kim winced at the slanderous term and the backhanded compliment, but paid attention. Motor Ed was very… strange; but he wasn't one to imagine things like nine foot tall women.

The evidence also didn't seem to add up. There was a twelve foot wide hole blown in the ceiling, and debris and broken equipment everywhere. In the teen's experience, Shego was a professional thief and mercenary. She didn't tend to blow things up or blast people out of the way unless she was forced to. Heck, the first time Kim had encountered the emerald villainess at all, it was on grainy security camera footage which she had immediately destroyed to avoid being tracked.

She still remembered Ron's fifteen year old crush and woof sounds at the older woman in skin tight spandex.

Making her way to the security hub in the center of the building, Kim prepared to see if she could find the woman on video again.

"Well, hello Princess… just figuring out it wasn't me? Or do you need me to catch you up? Because it wasn't me."

Sheshona Elsbeth Go was reclining lazily in an office chair, with her booted feet kicked up on a console. In addition to her green and black catsuit, she was wrapped in a familiar green trench coat against the late spring rain.

Kim felt a familiar swim of emotions swarm through her body.

Her eyes lingered on Shego's shapely legs just a second longer than they should, and she remembered the faintly electric taste of hot black painted lips on hers.

But she also remembered the dozen times this woman had tied her to death rays, and tiger pits, and shark tanks; and the snide, cutting insults hurled back and forth with full force.

Shaking her head to try to clear the war of feelings, she cocked her hip to one side and held herself ready just in case Shego tried something, "I'm starting to get that opinion, but I'm still not convinced… I mean, according to Wade, there's only two green women in the western hemisphere."

"Point one, I wasn't in the hemisphere, I was in Greece." Shego rolled her eyes irritably and ticked off a finger, "Point two, I'm still not green yet. Oh, and point three? It's Fucking Drakken, the guy I tried to kill for doing this to me."

Kim watched the tan brunette closely, assessing her words against her expression. Indeed Shego was still a Mediterranean olive tan, despite her electrically green eyes and familiar supervillain catsuit.

"You tried to kill me and Ron before too, Shego. Like a couple dozen times." Kim matched the eye roll, "So forgive me if I wonder a bit."

"Hey, attempted herocide is different from attempted homicide, Bubblebutt." The older woman glared, kicking her feet to the floor and rising at the insinuation.

Kim raised her fists at the sudden movement, a years'-old response to Shego moving quickly. But then she stopped, "You… you said no more Bubblebutt talk."

"Crap. On a cracker," Shego palmed her face, sighing into her hand.

"You…" the once-and-future redhead eyed the villainess archly, "You still feel it to, don't you?"

"Feel what? An intense desire to knock your teeth in?"

The heroine knew Shego well enough to know that that was bluster rather than threat. "You still feel the attraction."

"It was all hormones and pheromones, Buttercup." The taller woman countered.

"I lost the last of my commanding powers weeks ago; hormones and pheromones too." Kim refuted, "Besides, why do you keep looking me up and down?"

"Because I miss your freakin' bellybutton, okay?!" Shego snapped out, raking a hand through her dark hair. "You changed your outfit and got rid of my favorite feature. Damnit, yes, I still feel… something. And you know what sucks? I can't figure it out. I can't stand your bubblegum ways, but I can't stand not ravishing you either."

Kim chewed her lip, watching the other woman for a long moment. "We could figure it out together, you know."

"What about your boyfriend?" the sneer was evident in Shego's voice even as she turned back to the monitors she had been working on.

"Ron and I are… I dunno… on a break or something." Kim admitted after a moment. "See, we kinda realized something wasn't there."

"Like what? The fact that he keeps his penis in his pocket and lets it roam free?" the villainess sniped as she looked for evidence to prove she wasn't the perpetrator.

Kim wasn't sure if she should giggle, or be righteously offended on Ron's behalf. Shego clearly still confused her emotions, even absent the shampoo. She settled on ignoring the barb.

"No, Shego. Desire. That's what was missing. I hate admitting it, but I see it when Ron and Yori look at each other." Sighing, the once-redhead moved across the distance from the door to Shego's chair. "I can't say why it's not there… but it's just… not."

"So what, you want to try the other side?" Shego avoided looking at the teen, concentrating on her file examinations.

"Damnit Elsbeth!" Kim grabbed Shego and forced her to turn and face her.

Instead of trying to explain the storm of conflict inside her head and chest, the teen grabbed the back of Shego's head and pulled her into a fiery kiss. At first the taller woman resisted at the intrusion. But within a few seconds she gave in to the same war and returned the kiss hungrily.

After a heated moment, Kim broke off and glared, "See? I don't know a lot, but I know that is desire. And I think you feel it too."

"…" After several minutes, Miss Go looked away bitterly, "I don't want to be your college experimentation, Bubblebutt."

"and I don't want to be a blonde!" Kim snapped, weary of tearing at Shego's walls so easily clapped in place. "But I want to figure out what this is between you and me, and I know you do too. Now, do you want to go to dinner after we get this sorted out with the prison?"

Sighing, Shego relented, "I already did sort it out. It looks like he was literally abducted by aliens."

She pointed to the frames she had been feverishly going over while avoiding Kim. In one was an honest-to-goodness giant woman, with impossible curves, wielding some sort of green energy weapon.

"I don't think we need to worry about him for a while." She smirked, "I'll bet your nerd can confirm that the ship that took him made a bee-line away from Earth."

Kim smiled in spite of herself. That was maybe the first really good news she'd had today. "So, Chez Pierre? It's the nicest place in Middleton."

"No, I'm thinking dinner in Athens. I interrupted a very expensive massage to come back here, and Midas has the, ah, golden touch." Shego challenged. "And maybe after dinner, some dancing."

Smiling more broadly, the teenager nodded, "It's a start."

(End Credits Scene)