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Disclaimer #2: I'm NOT a writer, I'm an artist. I'm extremely inexperienced in writing fanfics, so I'm so sorry for any inconsistencies in the characters or plot!
Author: iycewing
Story developers: iycewing, PonyCrown
Rating: PG-13
Notice: This will eventually lead to KiGo in later arcs! This is the 1st arc of 6! If you don't like LGBTQ+ pairings, please don't hate. In this story, Season 4 of the show doesn't happen.
Author's preview notes: The next few chapters will be more light-hearted to loosen up the plot before we dive right back in! Also, I'll be taking a bit more time to write chapters, so sorry if the updates are delayed!
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Chapter 29
"Did you get the information, Amy?" A man asked, shroud in shadows. He sat quietly at his large desk, twirling a ballpoint pen while studying blueprints of some sort.
DNAmy inwardly scowled at how she wasn't addressed as her villain name or doctor title, but she knew better than to argue. She continued to stare evenly at the computer screen, speaking lowly into the call.
"Well… yes and no, sir," DNAmy forced a reassuring smile. "I have all of the necessary information you need, but my tests were unfortunately interrupted before I could explore the source of her powers further."
"And what interruption was this?"
"Kim Possible and her friends," DNAmy growled.
"Kim Possible?"
"She and her little friends broke the subject out. A distraction was made so I was unable to stop them in time."
DNAmy didn't bother to tell him that she was tricked, albeit for a few minutes, into believing her lab coat was special. She also didn't bother sharing that her own mutant experiment had betrayed her.
"Why would Kim Possible risk her life to rescue someone who's been her sworn enemy for years?" The strange man asked dubiously.
"Sir, I believe the nature of their relationship has changed drastically."
"How so?"
"They're friends," DNAmy spat with absolute disgust.
The man chuckled darkly. "Friends? I find that hard to believe, Amy."
"I thought that too at first, but it's true."
"Shego wouldn't ally that deeply with her arch-nemesis. She's still got villain blood in her even if she's not wanted for any more crimes."
"I saw it with my very eyes."
"Hmm… quite interesting. I'll have to investigate their… partnership further," The man muttered under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, Amy. Send the information over immediately."
"Already done."
"Excellent. The first piece to my puzzle," the man murmured.
And then the call went black.
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"The answer's C, not A, Princess," Shego informed, pointing at Kim's blue textbook.
The villainess was kneeling behind a sitting Kim, an elbow propped up on the teen's head. Shego was pressed up lazily against Kim's back as she peered over her shoulder to look at the math homework. She wore a black sports bra and jeans since Mrs. Dr. Possible had insisted that the bandaged wounds on her abdomen needed to air dry. Her long raven hair hung loosely down her shoulders, and streaks of black tickled the sides of Kim's face.
"Since when did you know anything about Calculus?" Kim asked with a small smile.
She glanced up at Shego before changing her answer, pushing down a very faint blush.
Should I be concerned that Shego's half-naked and pressed up against me? No, no don't even think about that.
"Since when did you not know anything about Calculus?" Shego retorted. "That's the fifth answer you've gotten wrong."
"So?"
"You're on the fifth problem."
Kim sighed and looked up sharply to see Ron and Monique snickering at her. The teens were all camping out at Monique's apartment working on missed homework this Sunday morning.
Saving the world was easy. But balancing all that with regular schoolwork and cheerleading? That was on a whole new level of next to impossible.
"Need any help KP?" Ron offered. "I'm already done."
"Thanks, Ron, but I got this," Kim stated, determined to finish her last page of homework.
She filled out another answer confidently.
"Pumpkin, you definitely don't," Shego snorted with a tired eye roll. "The answer's B on that one."
"You sure you don't want jersey boy's help, girl?" Monique chuckled as she flipped through her fashion notes.
Kim scoffed as she furiously scribbled in another answer. "I can do anything!"
"Apparently not math homework," Shego sneered. "Answer's C, Pumpkin."
"Or cooking," Ron added, grinning.
"Or not rushing into things without thinking," Monique laughed.
"Ok, I get it!" Kim sighed exasperatedly, a hint of a smile on her face.
After a half-hour of intense calculations paired with the occasional degrading remark from Shego, Kim set down her finished homework with a triumphant grin.
"Well, now that you kiddos are done working on shit you'll never use in real life," Shego suddenly started as she leaned off of Kim, idly playing with the ends of her bandages. "Let's go kick some pathetic ass."
The three teens stopped what they were doing and stared at her with blank expressions.
"What?" Kim finally asked after a moment of confused silence.
"DNAmy, doy! It's been two days? Her lab? Any of that ring a bell?" Shego replied with a roll of her emerald eyes.
She knocked on Kim's forehead playfully, checking to see if it was empty in there.
"Shego," Kim swatted the hand away with amusement. "Our injuries aren't healed yet, and you still don't have your plasma back."
"No offense girlfriend, but I don't think you're in any shape to kick anyone's ass right now," Monique looked Shego up and down skeptically.
"I can kick all of your asses with my eyes closed," Shego huffed, crossing her arms defensively over her chest.
"Yeah, right," Kim scoffed. "You couldn't even kick my ass before when you weren't injured."
"I let you win."
"As if, you're just too proud to admit that I can beat you fair and square," Kim smiled, a daring sparkle in her olive eyes.
"Watch it, Princess. I could literally murder you with a snap of my fingers if I wanted to," Shego snapped for dramatic effect.
Despite her angry tone, only Kim could see the teasing twinkle in the pale thief's now-clear emerald eyes.
Glad to see Shego's returning back to her usual grumpy, snarky self.
"Yet here I still am," Kim grinned and waved mockingly. "Alive and un-murdered."
"Is that an invitation?"
"To get your ass kicked? Absolutely," Kim chirped.
"Consider yourself lucky that I'm too tired to slap you across this room then," Shego smirked, flicking Kim's shoulder.
The unspoken restrained tension from the tower incident between the two girls had disappeared, and Shego was ever so slowly recovering from her traumatic experience with DNAmy. She still wouldn't explicitly share what the geneticist had done to her, but sometimes she let a piece or clue slide.
"Should we just leave them alone for a bit?" Monique whispered to Ron as she tried to stifle her giggles.
Ron frowned, oblivious to what Monique was implying.
"Uh- guys," Ron piped up from his seat on the sidelines, watching the two girls bicker. They blinked and looked up at him expectantly, Kim offering a sheepish smile for getting off track. "Weren't we talking about DNAmy?"
"Oh- uh, right. Sorry, Ron," Kim shook her head slightly and inwardly scolded herself for how easily Shego broke her focus.
"So back to kicking DNAmy into oblivion-" Shego drawled, inspected her black nails.
"Shego," Kim hardened her tone and looked directly at her, letting her smile fade. "No, it's too risky in the state we're in."
"I heal fast."
"I said 'we.' Ron and I don't recover as fast as you," Kim pointed out.
"Then I'll go by myself," Shego shrugged nonchalantly. In spite of her pride, her subconscious mind wanted Kim to be with her when they faced DNAmy again.
"You know I won't let you go back there by yourself."
"Always trying to be the hero, eh Kimmie?" Shego smiled wryly.
"Well, someone's got to do all the hard stuff," Kim said. "And that's why I think it's stupid to go back right now while we're so unprepared."
"She's got the giant litter box locked up!" Shego protested, feeling a twinge of confusion for why she cared so much about the mutant tiger's fate.
"DNAmy isn't the type to kill her own creations."
Well, at least, I hope she doesn't kill her creations. But she almost killed Shego so I might be wrong?
"He helped us escape. It's only fair we do the same," Shego argued.
"Shego, it was hard enough getting in with just the three of us," Kim gestured to Ron and Monique who were sitting close together, listening intently. When Rufus squeaked indignantly, Kim corrected, "the four of us."
"And I doubt I can work as a distraction this time too," Monique added.
"It'll be even harder breaking out with a 900-pound mutant big cat," Kim finished.
"We can figure something out," Shego grunted, fingering her neck bandages.
"Like what? Do you even have a plan?" Kim asked skeptically.
"Of course," Shego smirked. "We break in, blow shit up, kick DNAmy's ass into a sewer, grab fish sticks, then walk out the front door."
"Foolproof," Kim muttered with a deadpan expression.
"Well, that was more well-thought-out than Kim's original plan to break you out, girlfriend," Monique laughed.
"Didn't KP not even have a plan at first?" Ron asked, remembering when they found the hidden backdoor.
"Well, I-" Kim started.
"That's right, Ron," Monique grinned at Shego. "As soon as she found out DNAmy was down there with you, she was about ready to immediately go find you without a single idea on how to do that."
"We had to stop her before she just waltzed right into the lab without a plan," Ron added as Kim playfully glared at him.
"Aww, was little Kimmie worried about me?" Shego pouted mockingly, sticking out her bottom lip at Kim.
"Very," Monique and Ron answered simultaneously before Kim could defend herself.
"She didn't even get any homework done during that time," Monique informed with a lighthearted chuckle.
"Honestly I don't blame you, Princess," Shego's smirk widened as she winked. "You just can't get enough of me."
Kim squawked in outrage but couldn't stop the faint blush rising to her cheeks from her friends' teasing. Her reddened cheeks didn't go unnoticed by Shego, and the villainess grinned triumphantly.
"Might I digress from the very interesting topic of making fun of me-," Kim said through grit teeth. "But let's get back to DNAmy."
"Right, and how my plan is perfect," Shego nodded and began to stand up. "Let's blow this joint."
Kim suddenly shot her arm out rested it on the villainess's bare shoulder, stopping her from moving.
"It's too dangerous, Shego. We have to wait until we're more healed and prepared," Kim said slowly.
"You don't know how much torture she put me through, Kimmie," Shego growled, clenching and unclenching her fists.
She glanced at the hand laying on her shoulder but didn't shrug it off.
"That sick, twisted bitch constantly electrocuted me, not because it hurt, but because it reminded me of the shock from the tower incident," Shego scowled at no one in particular as she gingerly rubbed her sore neck.
Kim flinched from the mention of the incident, still finding that to be a sensitive topic. With a deep breath, she calmed down when she reminded herself that Shego had forgiven her.
"She stabbed me with needles as big as my fucking arm whenever she wanted me unconscious," Shego went on with her rant.
So that's why she was so afraid of the syringe Mom tried to use on her.
"She gave me fucking Milkbones! As if I'd eat her disgusting dog treats!" Shego snarled, her teeth bared.
The three bewildered teens could only stare as Shego's anger started to bubble over dangerously.
I wanted to know what happened, but I didn't want to find out like this!
"I'm gonna fucking strangle her!" Shego's disoriented emerald eyes were now wild with rage. Frightening flashbacks blocked her mind from all rational reasoning, and she squeezed her eyes shut at the terrifying images.
Her temper is even shorter now after what happened in the lab.
Shego clenched her fists and gnashed her teeth tightly as she continued her heated rant, unknowingly setting her hands ablaze with green energy.
Ron and Monique leaped back in surprise, scrambling to get away from the growing flames.
"No plasma powers in the house!" Monique shrieked.
Shit! I've got to calm her down before she sets the whole building on fire!
"Shego," Kim said evenly, unmoving from her close proximity next to the enraged villainess. "Your plasma."
Kim squeezed Shego's shoulder gently as she tried to get her to snap out of her fury. She started sweating from the intense heat but refused to flee.
"Shego," Kim said again when the villainess didn't respond.
"W-what?" Shego blinked out of her daze, staring blankly at Kim's clammy face.
"Your plasma," Kim repeated.
Shego looked down at the bright flames dancing around her fingers, and she immediately extinguished them when she noticed how close Kim was.
Thank god, that was close.
"Oh, sorry," Shego muttered and softened her expression. She let her anger deflate under Kim's soothing touch, and she internally shook her head in disbelief at how easily the teen got her under control.
"How'd you get your powers back?!" Ron gasped, emerging from his hiding spot behind the couch.
Shego shrugged and frowned at her pale hands. "My powers are somewhat connected to my emotions. I got really pissed, so I guess my plasma ignited instinctively."
"Girlfriend, rules still apply while you're at my apartment," Monique chided with a hand on her hip. "I don't want all of my stuff to become barbecue."
"It's not my fault DNAmy's a bitch," Shego shrugged again. "Thinking about her makes me want to set everything on fire."
"Shego," Kim sighed exasperatedly, retracting her comforting hand.
"Ok ok, no powers. I got it, Pumpkin," Shego grumbled.
"I don't want to see you get hurt again," Kim said softly, prodding the subject of DNAmy tentatively.
"I won't."
"You can barely even turn your head right now without pain."
"Can to," Shego retorted, her tone confident despite Kim's accusation being true.
"Try me," Kim dared.
Shego continued to glare defiantly into Kim's knowing olive eyes, almost waiting to see who'd give in first. Ron and Monique could only watch with their mouths clamped shut, seemingly holding their breath.
As the seconds started to stretch, Shego suddenly sighed and turned her gaze toward the ground. She grumbled something inaudible as the petite redhead started to smile a bit.
"I promise we'll break Lucifer out as soon as our injuries are healed," Kim said gently, nudging Shego's bare stomach.
"Whatever, Princess," Shego snapped halfheartedly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Why do you care so much about Lucifer anyway, Shego?" Ron asked.
"I don't care about that dumb clump of catnip. I just don't want to see him suffering from DNAmy."
"But he tried to kill us at your apartment!" Ron protested, feeling more perplexed.
"That hairball saved your sorry ass, Stoppable. And we just left him there with a mad lady!" Shego retorted, feeling her irritation start to flare again.
Better leave now before Shego explodes. Or the apartment. Or both.
"Hey hey, I think we should go home now that all of our homework's done," Kim suggested suddenly, not wanting any more arguments to ensue.
"Finally, I've had enough headaches for today," Shego agreed as she rubbed her temples.
"Need a ride, guys?" Monique offered.
"I can fly the hovercraft back," Shego grunted dismissively.
Kim collected her textbooks and gave Ron and Monique a quick goodbye hug.
"Don't forget your stuff!" Ron called cheerily, tossing the dark green duffel bag over to Shego. He grinned his signature goofy smile as she caught the bag and mumbled a half-assed 'thanks.'
Kim quickly ushered Shego out of the apartment in fear that she'd set something on fire spontaneously. As soon as the girls disappeared, Ron burst out into hysterical laughter.
"What's so funny?" Monique asked.
"Shego's gonna be in for a surprise when she opens her bag," Ron clutched his stomach as laughter bubbled out of his mouth.
"What did you do?" Monique narrowed her mocha eyes.
"Just a little something called-" Ron grinned, holding up a tube of colored dye. "Payback."
"You pranked her?!"
"Yep!"
"She just went through torture a few days ago, and you decided to prank her?!" Monique repeated in complete disbelief.
"Well, she needs something to lighten her mood. I'm just speeding along her recovery from PTSD."
Monique shook her head incredulously at the childish behavior.
"And to think we were near death a few days ago," Monique muttered under her breath.
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Shego lounged on Kim's bed tiredly, even though it was barely noon, trying to rub the weariness from her emerald eyes. Despite her nightmares about the tower incident receding, she was plagued with the choking blanket of insomnia instead.
She had tried crashing back in the guest room last night, but lo and behold, she couldn't get a wink of sleep as she tossed and turned relentlessly. The suffocating isolation brought back horrific memories of her time alone in DNAmy's cell. Wanting the presence of someone, she found herself trudging over to Kim's room in the middle of the night again.
Of course, Shego would never admit that she needed Kim to fall asleep.
"Pumpkin, I've never seen an 18-year-old with as many toys as you," Shego commented as she tossed aside a pile of Cuddle Buddies littered on the bed.
"They're not toys, Shego," Kim rolled her eyes, putting away her finished homework. "They're mint-condition collectible items."
"The rest of the world calls those toys," Shego sneered.
"That reminds me," Kim snapped her fingers as she remembered something. "Didn't DNAmy leave a Cuddle Buddy on your bed back at your apartment?"
"Yep, I never had the chance to thank her for the wonderful present," Shego sighed wistfully.
"What kind of Cuddle Buddy was it?" Kim asked, ignoring the blatant sarcasm in Shego's voice.
"Does it even matter?"
"Nope! I'm just curious," Kim smiled sheepishly.
"It was some weird hybrid of a panda and kangaroo," Shego answered.
"Wait," Kim blinked. "DNAmy left a pandaroo?"
"Only an insane person would come up with something that stupid-sounding," Shego snorted.
"That's one of the rarest Cuddle Buddies there is!"
"I'm honored she thought I deserved something that special," Shego said flatly.
"But you burned it!" Kim feigned feeling woozy.
"And I did a spectacular job with that, didn't I?" Shego smirked.
"I feel faint," Kim raised the back of her hand to her forehead as she collapsed on the bed next to Shego. "A brand new pandaroo… gone because of you!"
The pale villainess smiled a tiny bit at Kim's exaggerated show, and she reached over to her duffel bag to pull out her laptop. Living with Kim wasn't as terrible as she thought it'd be, but she still wanted to get her own place. When she unzipped the bag, however, her wide eyes were blinded with flashes of hot pink.
An overwhelming amount of pink.
Shego yanked out the few pieces of clothes she had taken with her, feeling her anger simmer as she realized every inch of fabric had been dyed magenta. Her usual black and green colors had now been, hopefully temporarily, smudged with colors of cotton candy.
"Stoppable," Shego snarled, her tone viscous. "You're so dead."
Kim watched Shego silently fume as she struggled to keep her rage under control. The teen hero quickly whipped out her Kimmunicator and dialed Monique.
"Hey, Monique?" Kim greeted nervously as Shego bit back an outraged scream. "Remember how I still owe you that shopping trip? Yeah, I think we should go now, Shego needs some new clothes before she burns down my house too."
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Author's notes: So Shego is obviously suffering from PTSD. I don't want to make it too severe, but symptoms like irrational fears, insomnia, mood swings, and flashbacks still haunt her. And yes, I'm taking the next few chapters to develop the bond between Kim and Shego before we go back to kicking ass and snatching Lucifer :D
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