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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: Another laid-back chapter to loosen up the main plot and develop the characters!
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Chapter 30
"Girlfriends, I'm so glad we're going on this shopping trip!" Monique exclaimed excitedly. The fashion diva pulled along several large bags that were stuffed with new clothes, but the effort she was exerting didn't hinder her chipper mood.
"It's been a while since I went out for fun," Kim admitted, smiling at her cheery friend.
"We wouldn't even have to be here if it wasn't for your little friend, Princess," Shego grumbled.
Since she flat out refused to wear her newly-colored pink clothes, Kim had let her borrow a loose, green t-shirt and jeans. They were a bit small on the villainess since the teen was shorter, the tight pants hugging her hips and the shirt riding above her waist. Her bandages were neatly concealed underneath the fabric, but the fresh scars around her neck stuck out like a blemish on her pale, green skin.
Kim shook her head slightly. "It was just a harmless prank, Shego. Monique said she'd be able to wash the dye out of your clothes within a few days."
"That still doesn't excuse the buffoon for messing with my stuff."
"You've done some pretty harsh things to him before, too, you know."
"I've never dug through his personal shit and dyed everything his least favorite color!" Shego retorted.
I'll have to talk to Ron later about going through Shego's bag without permission. Not like she'd give it to him if he asked anyway. But it was still uncalled for.
"I'll talk to Ron later about that," Kim assured.
"You better. That bastard's gonna regret this."
"You're not going to anything to him though, right?" Kim asked with a slight edge to her voice.
"Sorry, Princess. But Stoppable's immediate future is uncertain at this point in time," Shego sneered nefariously as she dragged her one bag of new clothes, filled with nothing but green and black of course.
The three girls strolled through various stores in the mall, chatting lightly as if their lives weren't in peril a few days ago. Kim was used to going on dangerous missions, only to return to school and her more mundane side of life soon afterward. So it wasn't hard to adjust to doing "regular teen" things today.
Since it was the weekend, the mall was bustling with people scrambling to the nearest sale signs. A few select people would do a double-take in Shego's direction, either from recognizing the villainess or feeling unnerved by her pale, green skin. The majority, however, just ignored the girls and went about their business.
"Your closet's already so full, Monique. How're you gonna fit all of that new stuff in there?" Kim asked with a laugh.
She grabbed some of Monique's heavy bags since her hands were relatively empty, and the fashion diva sighed from the relief of weight.
"Oh, I'll find a nook or cranny somewhere to stash these beauties," Monique said dismissively with another giddy squeal.
"Hopefully those nooks and crannies aren't already stuffed with outfits and fabrics," Kim teased.
"Why'd you buy so many tops anyway? Aren't you struggling with rent?" Shego asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"They were so cute! And on sale!" Monique replied with a wide smile. If anything could make the fashion diva happier than her friends, it was, well, fashion. "Plus, Kim's helping me with rent this month, so I have the extra funds to splurge."
"I'll cover for this month," Shego said with a small shrug. "I know Kimmie's broke ass is saving up for college."
"Shego," Kim sighed, trying to contain her surprise at the villainess's unexpected generosity. "I got this. It's really no big."
"Pumpkin, I'm a multimillionaire," Shego boasted with a taunting grin. "I think I can spare the few cents you don't have for Monique's busted place."
"Was that an act of kindness or an insult?" Kim asked, a teasing twinkle in her olive eyes.
"You tell me," Shego snickered and poked the teen's shoulder.
"I'll go with an act of kindness," Kim smiled.
"I really appreciate it, thanks Shego," Monique nodded gratefully.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Just don't expect me to go prancing around with a hero cape and donating to charities anytime soon," Shego grunted with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"You in a cape?" Kim laughed. "And I thought I was insane."
"Oh Pumpkin, don't worry, you are insane," Shego assured with a sneer.
"Says the sidekick who worked for Drakken," Kim countered, knowing she had the upper hand.
Shego shot her a halfhearted glare and grumbled, "I thought we agreed not to talk about that."
"Guess I'm not the goodie-goodie you thought I am then."
"Girlfriends, if y'all are done flirting-" Monique drawled with a teasing wink.
Kim sputtered in outrage while Shego flashed a haughty grin, obviously enjoying the teen's discomfort at the claim.
We're not flirting! Definitely not! So not the drama.
"- I think this is enough clothes to last me until next week. We ready to go?" Monique asked with a light laugh at Kim's embarrassment.
"Actually, I think flirty little Kimmie's forgetting something…" Shego leaned forward so that she was at Kim's eye level. Her breath felt hot on the redhead's cheek, and Kim squirmed from the close proximity of Shego's face.
What is she going to-
"…like a change of clothes," Shego finished with a disdainful smirk, standing upright again.
Kim let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding and looked down at her attire. She was wearing her usual loose-fitting cargo pants with a baggy hoodie draped over her white t-shirt.
"What's wrong with my clothes?" Kim asked.
"Where do I even begin?" Shego shook her head. "Uh- everything?"
"Like?"
"First off, all of your clothes are so loose!" Shego tugged on the collar of Kim's hoodie, making her stumble forward slightly.
"Sorry, girl, but Shego's right," Monique giggled. "You've been wearing the same clothes for all of high school!"
"See?" Shego's smirk grew as she looked Kim up and down. "Those pants are wasted on your legs."
"They're comfortable!" Kim protested, feeling her cheeks flush a bit under Shego's intense inspection.
"'Comfortable' is just a nicer way to say hideously drab."
"Dull colors and loose-fitting clothes are easier to wear on missions though!" Kim argued.
"We're not on a mission, Kimmie," Shego reminded as she gestured at the crowded stores surrounding them. "We're at a place where companies trick you into spending money you don't have on products to achieve unrealistic expectations morphed by society's standards."
Deep truth right there.
"But I already wore tight clothes when I stayed at your apartment."
"Kim, it wouldn't hurt to change up your style a bit," Monique pointed out, loving the idea of Shego helping Kim with her taste in fashion.
"But-" Kim was cut off as soon as Shego grabbed her arm and roughly yanked her towards a store.
The abrupt movement made her drop the bags she was carrying, but Monique quickly scooped them up after giving an encouraging thumbs-up.
"Monique, help me!" Kim whined as the fashion diva wheezed with laughter.
"Sorry Kim, but these bags are heavy. I'll wait out here and let Shego take care of you," Monique snickered, swiftly winking.
Take care of me? What is she implying with that? Never mind, it doesn't matter.
"Where are we going?" Kim demanded as Shego kept pulling her by the arm.
"Somewhere with a decent enough sense of fashion," Shego replied, letting go of Kim.
"Seriously? Why does it even bother you anyway?" Kim asked with an eye roll, still reluctantly trailing behind the pale thief.
"There's no way in hell I'm going to be seen working with someone in those clothes," Shego said with mock disgust at the teen's cargo pants.
"It's not like I'm forcing you to wear them, Shego."
"You aren't," Shego agreed. "But I'm forcing you to wear something that doesn't look like an over-sized trash bag."
"This is so not the drama," Kim muttered but grudgingly followed the villainess into a trendy store.
Shego tore through that store like she was on a mission. And she was. Kim watched her with a mixed look of mortification and confusion as Shego bought some new, obviously skin-tight, outfits.
"I can pay for things you know," Kim sighed as she rummaged through her new clothes.
"I know you can," Shego said evenly. "But unlike you, I've got millions of dollars to spare. This was barely anything."
"I can't believe breaking the law and becoming a thief makes you beyond rich," Kim sighed, smiling at Shego.
"Better start believing," Shego grinned back.
"I'm believing that villainy pays the bills while heroism doesn't."
"Now you're getting it! And how's hero life doing on your wallet then?"
"I don't save the world for the rewards, Shego."
"Goodie-goodie," Shego scoffed.
As the two girls were about to leave and meet back up with Monique, something suddenly caught Kim's eye.
"I'm gonna check something out real quick," Kim informed, stopping in her tracks. "I'll only be a minute."
Shego shrugged and continued her walk away from Kim, her strides long and strong despite her still-healing injuries. The way her wavy, raven hair swayed back and forth with each step was mesmerizing. Quickly averting her eyes when she realized she was staring, Kim turned back towards the hanging items that grabbed her attention.
She probed through a rack of stylish choke collars, remembering the large scar on Shego's neck. Finding a particular necklace she liked, Kim turned it over in her hands and checked the price.
I can definitely afford this. Maybe Shego might like something to cover up that large scar on her neck when it heals.
"Trying to steal something, Kim?" A voice suddenly asked from behind the teen.
Kim whipped her head around and resisted the urge to bang her head against a clothing rack.
Of course, of all the places Bonnie could be right now, it had to be where I'm at.
"Fancy seeing you here, Bonnie," Kim said with obvious irritation. "And of course not. Why would you even think I'd do something like that?"
Seeing the new arrival, Shego forgot about Monique and strolled back over to Kim. She watched the interaction silently from the teen hero's side, her disinterested expression blank and unreadable. She regarded Bonnie with a distasteful scrunch of her nose, already not liking how she was accusing Kim.
"Just thought you'd pick up a few habits from that criminal you've been hanging out a lot with," Bonnie shrugged and looked pointedly at Shego with a sneer.
Shego's lips curled back in a snarl and she clenched her fists tightly, trying to keep her plasma under control.
"Shego's not a criminal anymore," Kim informed, edging slightly in front of the boiling villainess. "Her record's been cleared, so lay off it."
Bonnie laughed out loud at that and Kim frowned in confusion.
"Once a criminal, always a criminal," Bonnie said distastefully. "I wouldn't be surprised if you became one too. Oh wait, that's right, you already are one."
"Are you seriously just here to mock me?" Kim sighed tiredly.
"Just stating the facts," Bonnie continued with a sweet smile. "Oh, and by the way, coach was thinking of removing you as captain as the cheer squad."
"What, why?" Kim asked, shocked.
"Well, you have been absent a lot lately," Bonnie pointed out with feigned innocence, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Or maybe coach doesn't want someone who's hanging around with criminals to lead the squad."
Before Kim could defend herself, Shego swiftly stepped in front of her and calmly looked down at Bonnie.
"Listen up you little maggot," Shego thrust her steely face in front of Bonnie. "Leave Kimmie alone, or I'll make you."
"This is a free country where I can express freedom of speech. I have a right to do whatever I want," Bonnie retorted.
"You have three seconds to leave before I murder you and make it look like it was self-inflicted."
Shego's voice was bitterly cold yet calm despite her authoritative stance, and Kim readied herself to step in if the villainess got physical.
"I'm not scared of your empty threats," Bonnie declared defiantly, trying to hide the tiny quiver in her voice.
"Bad choice," Shego's emerald eyes danced with fire as she took a threatening step forward. "Your 3 seconds are up."
Tiny sparks of plasma swirled between Shego's fingertips, the heat making her shopping bags melt a bit. Bonnie glanced at the growing green flames and cowered a bit, still stubbornly standing her ground. Knowing the angry villainess was serious about the threat, Kim quickly swooped in and held her back.
"She's not worth it, Shego," Kim said softly, holding the older woman's arm.
Shego stared at the gentle touch and let her anger dissipate, not wanting it to become uncontrollable. She realized that after her experience with DNAmy it was harder to control her temper flares and plasma powers.
"You're right, you're right," Shego sighed, still keeping up her heated glare at Bonnie. "I'm not wasting my energy on someone with an IQ lower than 13."
"A green freak with anger management problems," Bonnie resumed her mocking pretense with a laugh. "You really do make the strangest friends, Kim."
"Shego's not a freak, Bonnie," Kim growled, feeling her own temper start to simmer.
"It's fine Pumpkin, I'm the best green freak," Shego stated cockily at Kim, completely unfazed by the insult.
I bet she's heard that insult a lot growing up.
Shego whipped her head back around to stare at Bonnie, her hardened face a look of imminent death. "Go back to whatever pit you crawled up from. I'm done with you."
After some mumbled profanities that would've made any adult cringe, Bonnie stomped off out of the store and in the opposite direction. Seeing that the cheerleader had vanished into the crowd of shoppers, Kim shook her head in exasperation.
"What a bitch," Shego commented nonchalantly.
"Unfortunately. Bonnie always finds something to tease me about," Kim sighed.
"So do I," Shego reminded with a smirk, her anger cooling.
"Yeah, but it's alright with you because I like you," Kim said with a warm smile. When Shego quirked an eyebrow, the teen quickly stammered a correction after a second of realization. "Like a friend. A-as a friend I mean."
"Right, right," Shego nodded. She shuffled her feet awkwardly and pointed at the item in Kim's hand, hoping to change the conversation. "What's that you got there, Princess?"
"A gift," Kim grinned and rushed to the cash register to pay before Shego could respond.
After a minute of completing the transaction, she returned to the confused older woman and presented the item.
"I just thought you might want something to cover up your neck scar," Kim explained and let Shego inspect the choke collar. "You don't have to wear it anymore once it heals."
The thin, black leather necklace was a few centimeters thick and dotted with tiny, emerald stones around the edges. The words "Bad Girl" were formed with silver around the front, and a small chain to adjust the necklace's size hung from the back. Shego only stared and gingerly touched the wounds wrapped around her neck.
"Now that I think about it, I know a choke collar probably wasn't the smartest choice for a gift, considering what DNAmy put around your neck. Ok, yeah, I admit that was a dumb idea. An extremely stupid idea, oh my god. I could've gotten you a fashionable scarf or something else, but I just saw this and thought about you-" Kim rambled, suddenly feeling nervous from Shego's lack of a response.
A choke collar? Seriously Kim? After DNAmy put a shock collar around Shego? Uh- hello, are you a dumbass or just completely insane? Honestly… I'd have to go with both.
"Kimmie, shut up, it's ok," Shego interrupted Kim's anxious rant with a light chuckle. "I really like it."
"Y-you do?" Kim blinked, her tone surprised but her eyes hopeful.
"Mhm, I'm the hottest bad girl there is. This necklace only confirms that," Shego smirked but then softened her expression momentarily. "Thank you."
"It's no big," Kim shrugged, smiling broadly.
Shego hesitated for a split second but returned the small smile. The small gesture really did touch her more than she'd like to admit. She brought the necklace up to her sore neck and attempted to clasp it on. Kim noticed her futile fumbling and reached a helping hand out to the older woman's neck, earning an instinctive flinch away from Shego.
Of course, Shego would be sensitive to whoever touched her neck. Why do you keep messing up?
"Oh, I'm sorry- I forgot that you- uh-" Kim stuttered, retracting her hand.
I can't even imagine what DNAmy did to her neck. There were so many cuts and blisters and burns and puncture wounds, oh god.
Shego pushed away the terrifying memory of DNAmy and looked directly at Kim, repeating over and over in her head that the teen wouldn't hurt her. It's just Kim, not DNAmy.
"I'm ok, Kimmie," Shego said quietly.
With a deep exhale, she parted her long, midnight hair and fully exposed her burned neck to Kim. The older woman gave a reassuring nod and looked directly into Kim's hesitant olive eyes.
Does she… trust me?
The petite redhead seemed to get the hint and blinked out of her daze, horrified by the dozens of wounds still scraped all over Shego's neck. She tentatively reached her hands back out and gently tightened the necklace, making sure to avoid the deeper gashes.
"You look good in it," Kim stated after she was done.
"Pumpkin, I look good in everything," Shego winked teasingly, letting her mood lighten under the teen's sincere gaze.
"Well, I'm glad you like the gift," Kim chuckled lowly as she looked down with embarrassment. "Even if I didn't exactly think it all through."
"I know you had good intentions, like always. But speaking of gifts," Shego suddenly snapped her fingers and pulled a sparkly item out of her bag. "I got ya a little something."
"The clothes you got me are more than enough of a gift, Shego," Kim assured with a small laugh. "Even if I don't like how tight and revealing they are."
"You don't have to change your mission clothes. Just don't wear your ugly mission clothes everywhere," Shego groaned with exaggeration and tossed the present over to Kim. "But I also thought about you when I saw this."
Kim rolled her olive eyes but looked down at the item in her hands. It was a small, silver tiara with the word "Princess" engraved into the front. Glimmering rhinestones dotted the edges of the word, and they shone beautifully against the metallic plastic.
"Seriously?" Kim snorted and looked at Shego with a raised eyebrow.
"It's fitting, don't ya think, Princess?" Shego laughed.
"I'm not wearing this around in public."
"But I spent a whole $2 on it for you," Shego pouted mockingly with a hurt expression.
Kim stifled a laugh at Shego's whiny face. "I'll wear it on special occasions, thanks."
"Today's a special occasion," Shego's emerald eyes sparkled with mischief.
"No, it's not-"
The villainess's grin widened as she suddenly snatched the tiara and plopped it onto Kim's head. Her wild, fiery hair created the perfect perch for the accessory, and Shego laughed at the sight. Seeing the wounded thief finally start to relax and have some fun, Kim didn't bother taking it off.
If this is what it takes to get Shego to return back to her old self, then godammit, I'll wear this thing till I die of embarrassment.
Shego pointed to herself with an arrogant smirk. "Sexy bad girl." She jabbed a finger at Kim's forehead. "Prissy princess."
Kim pointed to her tiara and countered, "High-class royalty." She then pointed at Shego. "Leather-wearing crook."
The two girls got a good laugh out of that and went back outside to see an expectant Monique. The fashion diva stood with a hip cocked to the side and her arms folded. She regarded the hero and villain studiously, quirking a defined eyebrow at their comfortable behavior with each other.
"Girlfriends, I just saw Bonnie walk out of that store you were in, Shego's got a badass choker, and Kim's wearing a tiara," Monique listed incredulously with an amused shake of her head. "You've gotta spill all the deets stat!"
Kim and Shego looked at each other and laughed wholeheartedly, the tension between the two gone.
I can't deny that Shego's fun to be around, even if she's so irksome. It's not too bad.
Shego grinned teasingly at Kim as she started recalling their encounter with Bonnie.
Definitely not bad at all.
~~~~0~~~~0~~~~0~~~~
"How're your wounds feeling, Shego?" Ann asked gently, probing the younger woman's neck with light fingertips.
It'd been a few days since their encounter with DNAmy, and Kim was currently back in school. Kim, Ron, Monique, and Shego had all reluctantly agreed to take it easy for a few days, mainly to focus on devising a new plan and healing their wounds, physical and emotional.
Shego mostly lounged about the house, resting and waiting for Kim to return. Dr. Mrs. Possible would come home during her lunch break to check up and treat Shego daily, often trying, but failing, to make small talk with the wounded villainess.
"Spectacular," Shego grunted, feeling increasingly uncomfortable from all the unwanted attention to her healing injuries.
Ann eyed her skeptically and carefully unwrapped the larger gashes around her body. She was shocked to see that the deep cuts that were bleeding profusely a few days ago, had now shrunk to only a lightly faded scar. Dr. Mrs. Possible blinked in astonishment, staring at the phenomenon with her jaw slightly agape.
"I'm confused as to whether or not that was sarcasm because-" Ann blinked again to make sure she wasn't imagining things. "- they do indeed look spectacular."
"You don't say," Shego said flatly, her face a look of total disinterest.
"They're almost completely healed!" Ann gasped, still in awe. "An average human body would've taken months for those injuries to fully recover!"
"I'm glad I'm not average then," Shego replied, her expression still deadpan.
Ann looked at her perplexedly, feeling too stunned to remember that Shego was far from normal.
"Crazy comet slapped me in the face? Gave me green skin and superpowers and shit?" Shego reminded with a tired sigh.
"Oh- yes. That's right, I forget," Ann chuckled weakly.
Shego huffed in response and crossed her arms over her chest, wishing Kim would come home soon. At least she could tolerate the teen hero, and even though Shego would never admit it, she actually enjoyed her company.
While she didn't mind Kim's family, their questions and invasion of personal space made her increasingly uncomfortable. Well, scratch that, she didn't mind Dr. Mrs. Possible. The Tweebs and Mr. Possible on the other hand…
It was clear that James didn't fully trust Shego yet, often randomly asking questions about her past as Drakken's sidekick. And as if that wasn't annoying enough, Kim's twin brothers would constantly nag the super-powered thief for plasma shows and tests. The thought of her powers being experimented with again mortified the villainess, so she was beyond relieved when Kim would always step in to shoo her curious brothers away.
"Anyways, I'm overjoyed to see your injuries are healing well," Ann smiled warmly, packing away the unused medical supplies. She didn't bother bringing any numbing injections this time since she understood Shego's irrational phobia of syringes after her experience as a lab rat. It felt sickening to the core.
"So am I," Shego grunted.
She took a bite of the turkey and cheese sandwich Ann had made her for lunch. While she didn't have much of an appetite talking with Kim's mother, the villainess understood she lost a lot of weight with DNAmy.
"You should be able to have full range of motion in your neck very soon at this rate," Ann informed, inspecting the tender area that was covered by Shego's choke collar.
"Whoopdy-doo," Shego cheered sarcastically.
Shego continued to look blankly at her half-eaten sandwich, letting her mind drift to distract her from this social interaction.
"Is something bothering you, Shego?" Ann asked gently, knowing the villainess was still recovering from her traumatic experience. "You know you can always talk to me if you need to."
"No, and no thanks."
"Not in a talkative mood today, huh?" Ann softened her face, noticing the younger woman's irked expression.
"When am I ever?" Shego countered.
"With Kim you are," Ann replied smugly with a small shrug.
Shego turned her head to look at the neurosurgeon, her emerald eyes sparkling with indignation.
"That's because there're endless things to tease her with. It's a long-held tradition to make fun of her," Shego retorted, feeling defensive all of a sudden.
Ann looked at her disbelievingly but didn't press the grumpy woman for any more answers.
"Where'd you get that necklace? It's gorgeous," Ann gushed as she changed the subject, hoping to lighten Shego's salty mood.
Shego subconsciously touched the accessory around her bruised neck. "Kimmie got it for me."
"How sweet of her, she's always thinking about others," Ann nodded approvingly.
"Way too much for her own good, in my opinion," Shego said.
"She's good-hearted by nature. But yes, unfortunately, that does cause her to be impulsive and naive to the real world at times," Ann agreed.
"Tell me about it," Shego snorted, leaning back on the comfortable couch cushions.
"It also shows how much she cares about people though. She always tries to see the good in everyone," Ann went on as Shego scoffed.
Even your mom agrees with me that you're a goodie-goodie, Kim.
"She cares a lot about you, you know," Ann finished gently, looking Shego straight in the eye.
"So I've been told."
"You've been told because it's true," Ann smiled.
"Glad to know honesty runs in this perfect little family too," Shego said dryly, inwardly pondering what Dr. Mrs. Possible just said.
A tiny flutter sparked in her chest, but Shego squashed down the tingling feeling almost too quickly. What even was that feeling?
"Well, since we're on the topic of Kim, I have some interesting news from today," Ann suddenly started.
Shego perked her ears with interest at that but still kept up a mask of unconcern and mild irritation.
"An English teacher of hers just got rushed to the hospital today in some freak accident involving peanut butter and jellyfish," Ann recalled with a small shake of her head at how ridiculous it sounded.
"I can't believe Kimmie's having more fun than me right now. I'd flip to see that," Shego sighed with a feigned pained expression.
"Well, apparently this teacher wasn't a favorite among his students because of a much-disliked song he liked to play on repeat," Ann said.
"I think Kimmie told me about this guy before," Shego remembered their conversation in her car when they were driving to meet Ron at Bueno Nacho. That was a little over a month ago, but it felt so long ago. "Did the students cause the accident?"
"There's no definite evidence or proof, but I wouldn't be surprised if they did."
"So what does all this have to do with me?" Shego asked, wanting to get straight to the point.
Ann reached into her back pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. She smoothed out the wrinkles and handed it to Shego to read and examine.
"The school needs a substitute teacher to fill in for tomorrow. I suspect her English teacher won't be working there for a while, if at all," Ann explained.
"Hm."
"Kim told me you had a degree in child development. Perhaps you'd be interested in taking up the job," Ann said. "It'll only be for a day until the school hires a permanent replacement."
Shego scoffed as she skimmed over the paper lazily. "I'm not even qualified to teach a high school class. I don't have the proper credentials or experience required to be a full teacher."
"They're requesting a TA too, though," Ann pointed at the sheet. "To make sure the sub doesn't have any issues with the students."
"TA?"
"Teacher's assistant."
"My sidekick days are over," Shego said bluntly, handing the form back over to the neurosurgeon.
"They're offering quite a large amount of money to any applicants. I guess the students' antics with the jellyfish accident scared away all the other teachers," Ann gave a light laugh.
"I don't need the money," Shego waved her hand dismissively. "Plus, I don't know if you noticed, but I'm not really a people person."
"You get along just fine with Kim," Ann reminded.
"Kim's different than other people," Shego argued.
"How so?"
"She just… she just is," Shego sighed. Whether she couldn't or wouldn't share why was a mystery even for her.
Well, for starters she risked her life to help me escape from DNAmy's lab when she had no incentive to. No one else would've ever done that for me.
Ann raised her eyebrow at that but decided to pocket that admission for later.
"It'll only be for one day. I know you've been bored and itching to do something here at home."
"It won't be too boring when we finally go kick DNAmy's ass."
Ann ignored the comment and suddenly thought of something, a twinkle lighting in her eyes.
"Kim's going to be in that class," Ann said nonchalantly.
Shego seemed to be rethinking her choices as she rested her head on the palm of her hand.
"It seems like you're the only person who can get her to focus on school, as well as forget about it," Ann chuckled.
"It's a prodigal talent of mine."
"I bet. And since Kim's been struggling with school the past couple of days, it might be nice to see a familiar face that's there to help her," Ann reasoned, not wanting Shego to be cooped up in insolation of the Possibles' house any longer.
"Hmm," Shego played with the leather strap of her necklace thoughtfully. "I'd have so much power over her. I could tell Kimmie and her friends to do anything I want."
"You'll only be working as a TA, not a full substitute teacher," Ann reminded.
"I could embarrass her in front of her peers or snoop around her locker. The possibilities are endless," Shego grinned nefariously, already liking the idea more and more.
"It'll only be for a day," Ann reminded again, starting to get slightly worried about the evil gleam in Shego's eyes.
"I'll be getting paid for this right?" Shego prompted, lifting her head and sitting upright.
"A high amount surprisingly, yes."
Shego grinned like the cat who ate the canary.
"Then I guess Kimmie's gonna be in for a surprise at school tomorrow."
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Author's notes: Ok I haven't watched the actual TV show for Kim Possible in a decade, so again, I'm sorry for any inconsistencies. Also, I completely understand that Bonnie is a little OOC in this fic, because she was more or less of Kim's frenemy in the canon show. In this story, however, she's going to need to be a little nastier than normal for later arcs, you'll see!