Author's Note
I do not own Kim Possible. All rights to the rightful owners.
I wrote this as a bit of fun and figured I'd share. Enjoy!
The sun beat down from above, the light illuminating the island. Not a single cloud marred the perfect blue sky. The ocean waves lapped against the pristine sand.
The silence was broken by the annoyingly familiar hum of propulsion engines. Shego set her latest magazine aside and slid to her feet, padding to the edge of her balcony. All had been quiet for the last eighteen months, since she moved out here. No one ever came out to these islands. Which meant whoever this was, friend or foe, they were probably looking for her.
A telltale flash of pink appeared over the tree canopies. Shego groaned. Of course Kimmie would manage to track her down and disturb her sunbathing. Of course.
The little Roth parked on the beach in front of the small villa. Shego strode down towards it. "What do you want, Princess? Didn't you get the memo I'm retired?"
No response from the car. Shego narrowed her eyes. "Hurry up; I'm losing time I could be using to sunbathe."
Not that she did much else these days.
But the car door never opened. Shego leant over to squint through the tinted windows. The car looked… empty? She sprang back, her glow surrounding her hands. A trap, hoping she'd let her guard down around the heroine's car?
Whatever it was, it didn't go off in the next few minutes. Shego gritted her teeth. "Fine. Let's get this over with."
Reaching out, she seized the door handle. It was unlocked, and clicked open as she yanked on it.
Not… empty. Not completely. No Possible though. A calico cat looked back at her from the driver's seat.
"Mreow."
"Yeah, mreow to you too. What-"
A screen set into the dashboard lit up and Possible's image appeared. She had filled out since graduation when Shego had seen her on television, but now she looked pale and pained, trembling slightly.
"Shego," she said. "I need your help."