A/N: You are not hallucinating, this is indeed an update.

A few days later, back in Beantown...

Kim Possible sat in a lecture hall leaning her head on her hand. Pen in her other hand, she doodled and wrote nonsense as one of her professor's grad students droned on about Schrödinger's cat (her actual professor was elsewhere conducting some "important" Harvard study).

Kim Go.

Kim Possible-Go.

Kim Go-Possible.

Shego Possible.

Xiao-Xia Go-Possible.

Xiao-Xia Possible-Go.

Mrs. Kim Go.

Mrs. Shego Possible.

Again and again on her green spiral, college ruled notebook. Doodle hearts included. Kim + Shego

Alice looked at her friend oddly. Isn't Kim a little too old for MASH?, she thought amusedly.

"What?" Kim asked when she finally (but barely) noticed her friend's quirked brow.

"Are you gonna start picking names, too?" Alice joked.

"Names for what?"

"Names for your 2-point-something children."

"Very funny, Alice," Kim said still somewhat preoccupied with her doodling.

"Don't forget the cat and dog, too," her friend teased and nudged her.

"Shhh!" A student in front of them glared at them and forced Kim to pretend that her mind wasn't elsewhere.

"Hey Kim," Alice whispered. Kim looked at her.

"What alternate universe is this cat a zombie?" Alice asked.

Kim bit her tongue to keep from laughing.

"Alice? What are you doing here?" Shego asked as she stepped into the apartment she shared with Kim.

"I was just showing Kim my sketches," Alice held up her sketch pad and added, "Your grandmother called and left a message on your answering machine. She says one of your cousins 'mysteriously' got third degree burns and that you're in big trouble."

"All the same to me," Shego replied as she took of her shoes and placed them on the shoe rack by the door. "When did you get back?"

"Just last week," Alice said and then frowned. "Lynn went off to another shoot as soon as we got back."

Shego patted her shoulder, "Trust me, she'll call you. A lot." She put her things in a corner and hanged her jacket. "Where's Kimmie?"

"Shego? Is that you?" Kim yelled from inside the bathroom. Shego could hear the water from the shower so she walked closer to the closed door. "Yeah, I'm home."

"Alice is staying for dinner. I didn't know when you'd be back so I ordered pizza. Can you pay for it if the delivery guy comes? My wallet's by the night stand," Kim said as she lathered Shego's shampoo in her hair.

Shego's eyebrows rose from the other side of the door. I've never seen the inside of her wallet, she thought to herself, knowing she could probably learn something more about the red headed photographer by studying the wallet's contents. Shego smiled evilly. She opened it and saw Kim's student ID card and several other cards ranging from credit cards to to blood donor's card all neatly in their little card pockets. She also found a picture of Kim's family. What surprised Shego, however, was a picture of her. "Where and when did she get this?" Shego asked out loud.

Her thought train was halted when a knock came from the front door. Shego grabbed Kim's wallet and opened the door to a pimply faced teen. Shego paid him the total and gave him a tip in exchange for the pizza boxes. Kim came out of the bathroom drying her hair with a towel just as Shego placed the pizza on the dining table.

"Let's dig in."

"Kim," Shego began as Kim pulled back the sheets from the bed. Kim climbed in and fluffed their pillows. "Hm?" Kim made a sound to express her attention.

"Where'd you get that picture?"

"What picture?"

"The one with my mother and I."

"I asked your grandmother if I could make a copy," Kim said tentatively, "Does it bother you?"

"Not really, I was surprised is all."

"I've got others," Kim said. She got off the bed and walked to the bookshelf. She pressed a button to reveal a hidden compartment.

"Why didn't I know about that?" Shego asked. Kim grinned slyly and pulled out a photo album.

"Secrets don't make friends, Kimmie," Shego said when she realized that Kim ignored her question.

"But friends make secrets," Kim teased. Shego's face crinkled into a mock scowl. The redhead jumped on the bed and flipped the album open.

"This is kinda creepy," Shego muttered when she saw that all the pictures in it was of her. There was a picture of her the day after her first date with Kim. A few were from the summer they had. Others had her scratching her head because she couldn't figure out how Kim took them.

Kim leaned over to kiss her on the cheek, "Wanna see my favorite?"

Shego nodded.

Kim pulled up her Kimmunicator. Shego laughed when she saw Kim's wallpaper. "It's a mug shot."

Elsewhere...

"Faith, you're not paying attention," Buffy groused.

"I am, B," Faith replied. "Just not to this." She pointed to the wedding magazines sprawled on their bed.

"Do you not care about this wedding?"

"Buffy, just because I don't want to pick cake doesn't mean I don't want to spend my life with you," Faith reasoned. "We don't even need the wedding because I've already committed to spending my life with you." Duh, she silently added.

Buffy pouted.

Faith gave her a dimpled smile. "How about this? You pick whatever you like and if I don't like it, I'll just say so," Faith compromised. The Lehane charm surprisingly did not work.

" I WANT you to care and, even if it might TAKE some more persuasion, I will HAVE your cooperation," Buffy replied crossing her arms. Her lips were pursed and her brows were knit together.

"I don't doubt that," Faith said under her breath, wondering if she had a bridezilla on her hands.

"I'm in the dog house," the darker Slayer grinned. She threw a roundhouse kick that Kim deflected.

"Why?" Kim huffed. It was hard to keep up with a slayer, even if the redhead. Kim always enjoyed sparring with them, though.

"Buffy thinks I should help her plan this wedding," Faith replied and tried an uppercut, "But I think I'll just make a mess of it. Planning is not my thing."

"Maybe she's feeling overwhelmed?" Kim said. "I mean, don't most bride-to-be's get help from their mother and mother-in-laws?"

"Huh," Faith said dumbly and stood there as realization set in.

"What?" Kim tried to get a hit in but Faith blocked instinctively

Faith threw Kim something she definitely couldn't block: Faith dimples. "Thanks, Kim. I owe ya one! Listen, can we cut this short? I need to make some phone calls." Faith kissed her cheek and walked to the locker rooms to change.

"Uh... no big," Kim said, still in a daze.

"What are you eating?"

"Ice cream."

"Where did you get it?"

"Freezer."

"Is that mine!"

"Um... noooo..."

Smack.

"Ow! Hey!"

"Buffy Anne Summers, get your own freakin' ice cream."

"But!"

"It's my place and my food."

"But I'm hungry."

"For ice cream?"

Nod.

"Well, too bad! G-E-T Y-O-U-R O-W-N, you bum."

"Snuggle-bunny..."

"No."

Pout.

"It doesn't work."

Watery eyes.

"Nope, no effect.

Sniffles.

"Fine. Have the stupid ice cream. What are you even doing here?"

"I'm mad at Faith."

"And you're here... why?"

"Because you have ice cream."

"How do you you even know that I have ice cream?"

"Kim was saying how she was gonna bring you some."

"Grr."

"..."

Scowl.

"Aren't you going to ask me why I'm mad at Faith?"

Sigh.

"Well, aren't you?"

Eye roll. "Why are you mad at Faith?"

"Because she won't help me plan the wedding?"

"Buffy, the girl asks you to marry her. You really shouldn't ask for more than that."

Pout.

"All I'm saying is, you're marrying Faith. In all the time you've known her, when has she actually taken the time to plan something elaborate?"

"Um... never."

"Never... And you love her anyway, right?"

Nod.

"Good. Now get out, get a wedding planner, and get me some ice cream."

"Mmm, Kimmie, your cooking is way better. This is wicked good," Shego said with a mouthful of pasta.

"Thanks," Kim beamed under her praise. She looked down and played with her food. "Isn't it funny how Faith and Buffy are arguing over the small stuff?"

Shego agreed, "I'm sure it's stressful. To Buffy, it's a big deal; to Faith, it's not. So they're butting heads about it. Good thing I'm never gonna go down that road."

"What do you mean? You don't want to get married?"

"Doy, no!," Shego said, forking another mouthful of pasta salad.

"It's legal here," Kim said, pushing some peas around her plate.

"I don't care if it was legal in Timbuktu, I still won't get married," she took a gulp of water, "And none of that 'married' garbage where you tell people you're joined but break up when it's convenient. What a load of bull." She paused and looked contemplative, "Well, I guess it works the same way as you would a divorce except with more technicalities, but still, forget that!" She scoffed and twirled more spaghetti around her fork.

Kim pushed her plate back and stood. "I'm not hungry anymore."

Shego looked up at her, "Nonsense, Kimmie, you haven't even taken a bite. Sit down." She reached for the redhead's wrist and pulled her down gently. Kim resisted, "I said I wasn't hungry."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Kim shrugged her hand off.

Days passed between them with Kim acting dull and sullen.

"Hey, you," Shego greeted her girl after a long day. She leaned in to kiss Kim but the redhead pulled away. "What?"

"I'm tired." Although it was obvious that something was bothering the heroine.

Shego growled, frustrated. "You promised you'd talk if something was bothering you."

"I'm fine," Kim smiled a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Shego reached out but Kim stiffened.

Shego placed her hand back on her side lamely and cleared her throat. She mentally counted to ten and backwards to calm herself. "Well... We're going out to Buffy and Faith's. Buffy wants us to meet her guests."

Faith and Buffy's home was not made for many people at once so they all stood crowded in the living room.

"Kim, meet my best friend, Willow, and my sister Dawn," Buffy said. A cough. "Oh, and Kennedy, Willow's... girlfriend thing." Kennedy glared at Buffy for being ignored.

Kim politely greeted all of them. Shego greeted them like they were all old friends -which they were.

"Why are you all here?" Shego asked.

"Dawn and I are helping Buffy with the wedding," Willow chirped in emphatically.

"And Kennedy?" Shego asked.

"Oh, she can go play with Faith," Buffy said absently.

"Do I have to?" Faith pretended to whine.

"If you're all going to treat me like this, I'm just gonna leave," Kennedy said.

"We're just teasing, Kenny," Shego slapped her arm. "So, where are you all staying?"

Kim listened to their conversations as she stood in the background. She didn't see a certain redhead watching her.

A/N: Here in Boston for the marathon on Monday. Somebody should adopt me so I can stay here. Yay for update?