I pry my eyes open and a spasm of light cascades my brain into overload. Ugh my head. When will I learn. Never is the most obvious answer. I try again, most slowly this time, and a mane of black hair invades my vision. Freaking, I run my hands over myself, to find only flesh.

Oh no, not again! Wait… Oh it's Shego! There's someone looking out for me after all. She wouldn't let me screw myself over.

Shego's really a sweetheart under it all. The elegant woman would grumble about how she only saved me from whatever could've happened to "not have to deal with the fallout" and that it would be "out of pure selfishness". Shego's great, really: I think she'd make a great mom someday. Wait, if she's such a great mom, why am I naked again? Shouldn't she dress me? "What the fuck." Is wrong with me? It's not her fault I'm hard-headed.

She stirs, shifting enough to let the blankets fall to the side and reveal a creamy white shoulder. My eyes bug out: Shego doesn't sleep naked.

"What the fuck Shego!" I cry in anguish, "How could you do that?"

Not before a groan, the formerly sleeping woman answers. "What are you yelling about? It's early and you shouldn't be up before me." She rolls over without ever opening her eyes. No way in hell!

Hardly placated, I bring up both legs to rest against her, bracing then kicking her and most of the covers off the bed. "Don't go back to sleep dammit! This is low, even for you!" Especially for you. "What the fuck happened last night?"

Angry herself, propped up on her elbows on the floor, she fumes: "Don't blame me for you not remembering after a night of inebriation. Again."

"Not that! Just… What the fuck Shego?"

"You said that already," she growls in what under normal circumstances may have been considered menacingly, "multiple times."

"How could you? You took advantage of me!"

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Rage from last night threatens to overtake me. "What?"

"Don't play dumb! You know what you did."

"By what I meant to say: what the fuck, no I didn't." How dare she?

"Yes, you did; why the fuck else would I be naked." I raise an eyebrow at her shoddy reasoning, she continues. "Well why are you naked?"

I yank free of the tangled black cotton-satin blend and stand over her lying form. Through a fake smile I state the obvious, "I'm not." Indeed, clad in sweatpants, I'm decidedly not nude. "You threw up and a little got on my tank but I was too tired to get another one out and I figured we were both girls so it'd be okay." Breathe. I put on a bra and a fresh shirt.

"Right, I'm supposed to believe you didn't just throw those on after you had your way with me? Fat chance! Where'd I get this bruise?" the little prissy bitch glares at me.

Screw it. "Don't you fucking accuse me of anything Possible, I haven't done anything wrong this time." My eyes burn, from what I'm not sure. "It's not my fault you can't ever hold your own, and news flash, Asshole! When you're wasted you flirt with anything that moves.

"I may be a lot of things: thief, criminal, double-agent," I tally each on my fingers, hissing through clenched teeth. "But I don't drink and drive. I don't do shit that'll hurt my friends. And I'm not a fucking rapist."

I storm off and slam the door behind me. I slam my way into the guest room before I lock myself in the guest shower. I didn't even look back at her.

This is what you get for letting people in again, Shego. You idiot. Why did you think it was okay to let her in? What makes her any different from the kids at school? From your brothers? From all the selfish, judgemental bastards all over the world? She's not. Drew was right. Kim Possible is not all that.

I close my eyes and the memories of where things went so wrong the night before bubble out.

"But in this moment we can live a lifetime here…" An iota of hurl later. "So what's with all these cat references lately?"

I shrugged. "You're colored like a tiger. Or Halloween, but I called you 'Pumpkin' already."

She leans against me in what I thought was her stupor, breathing whiskey and virgin-jello shots she tells me, "Let's be tigers together!" Before I can ask what that even means, she crushes me in what starts as a hug, only to follow by ripping her fairly short nails down my back.

"Hey ow! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"We were already going to bed, let's have a good time of it." The usually-prudish lush before me starts to strip, "C'mon, I'm not gonna have to sleep in this big bed of yours alone am I?" Hell no.

I end up spraining her wrist.

I sigh. I look at myself in the mirror. My eyes are not the clear color I had hoped they would be.

Dammit, Shego. Get it together.

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"She's so pissed at me," I blubber, rubbing my sore joint. "Monique, what am I gonna do?"

"Girl, you're gonna take a deep breathe." She waits for me to do what she suggested. "Now you and I are gonna meet at the mall where you can tell me what's going on from the start. Ya down with that?"

"I'm down. Gimme twenty and I'll be right over." I hang up and stuff the Kimmunicator into my pocket before I'm tempted to throw it. I need a real phone. I sigh. What the hell am I going to do? I've gotten so close to Shego in such a short time. I can't stand it when my friends are mad at me.

I only have myself to blame though. I should've known better. "There are just some things that friends don't do," she once said. God. When did we become friends? Are we still friends at all?

I had gathered my junk and left Shego's, making a beeline for my house. Locking myself in my room, I settled to wrap my head around everything I might've just fucked up. It was - is - a big deal. It's such a huge, ginormous deal I have to rein in Monique for this. Damn do I not look forward to explaining this sitch. I reluctantly pick my ass off the bed and get going to the rendezvous point.

Walking to my car, I suddenly find myself wondering if I'll ever learn to drive a manual. I decide to walk instead - it's healthier. If it's not with her, then I don't want to. A "Kim over here!" distracts me from my thoughts. I swivel my head around to look for the voice's origin. Finally I spot Monique waving a shopping bag like a maniac trying to get my attention. I smile for the first time today.

"Monique! It's been too long."

"Tell me about it girl-friend," she holds me out at arm's length, "you're a mess. Lemme put these bags down and we'll take a drive so you can TME." We pile into her VW bug and start on some country roads as I tell her the abridged version of my predicament.

"So you were visiting Shego 'cause Wade said something about the green fiery stuff she makes with her hands and then you guys've been chill and hangin' out since then?" I nod the affirmative. "Then you were out clubbing, saw a certain ex-BF-slash-BFF and the two of you skeddadled and you got drunk and passed out on her. She takes you back to her place where you wake up and say something stupid and now she's P'ed the F-O?"

I wince at the SparkNotes cut of what little I gave her. "That does sum it up quite nicely. What should I do?" I can already hear the question before it arises.

"So what'd you say to enrage the beast?" I can't look at her while I answer.

"I may or may not have…" I trail off, muttering nonsense in hopes she'd drop it. She doesn't and elbows me without taking her eyes off the road. "I may have accused her of something really bad."

"Shego? Miss Lemme Spell It Out For You, I'm Evil Shego? WTF could you have condemned her of that would piss her off more than compliment her?"

Holding my breath, I let it out in a flurry of words. "I accused her of raping me."

My whole world stops and jerks back in whiplash as my old friend eases off the recently-abused brake. "Say what? Girl, I be trippin' 'cause I swore you said…"

"Yes," I cut her off. "I said of rape. Specifically I told her she took advantage of me." Not my proudest moment. "And dammit Monique! What if we weren't the only ones on the road?" I rub my neck in more of a show than any actual therapeutic aim. Dammit Possible, don't try and change the topic! We're - you're - we're trying to get somewhere. I must be losing it.

"Sorry," she said, not sorry at all. "That was TMTH without some serious repercussions. I didn't think she was gay. Is she?"

I open my mouth to say no, "I don't know. I mean, I know she's not a total lesbian 'cause we've chased guys together, but I don't know if she's bi or not."

"So she could maybe be a switch hitter." My friend's tone fell flat in her disappointment in me. "Why would you think that if she could totally not be into girls?"

I sigh, less than content with the truth: "Because I am and I woke up naked in her bed and I think I might've come onto her last night."

The backlash this time was even more severe. She pulls onto the shoulder and kills the engine. "Say what?"

"When I was abroad I had an encounter with a girl after I'd been drinking. And last week I kissed a girl and I wa- had also been drinking." I hang my head at being caught out. "I still think boys are hot, it's just I guess I think girls are too."

My hand snakes up to my neck and follows the rope hanging off it. Shit. My fingers tremble as they clutch the little charm resting at my throat. Tears burn my eyes. I choke out, "I can't lose her, Moni. She's been in my life too much for too long to just let go now." I'm too ashamed to tell my best gal pal about how much my body craves her already.

"You like girls a lot when you drink. You hit on her and then blame her for dressing in your birthday suit." I wince at the objective deadpan. "And now you need to get her to calm her ass down and forgive you?" She sighs deeply and fixes me with a critical side-glare.

"Girl, you are in deep."

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AN:

Yes, Shego's flashbacks are much more coherent from the beginning since she's not struggling to remember. Also, she's just more eloquent than Kim is wholesale.

I know I'm a bad person, but I promise to keep writing this and there will be a happy KIGO ending for all my happy, frustrated, impatient (all of the above) readers. I'm just trying to fit everything I want to and keep it cohesive.

Reviews are appreciated! PMs too (and I respond to them less self-consciously)!