Author's Note: Anyone who made it there should give himself a cookie.
A lot of events took place during the (enormous) gap between uploads. Now everything settled down, I'll try my best to keep the story going.
=====The Fourth Wall is neither literal nor figurative=====
Beep, beep, BEEEEEEEEEP… An alarm clock was set off. Trying her best to ignore the annoying noise, The only thing Shego got for her patience is the clock shouting even more loudly. It's a SATURDAY! Shego thought to herself, having to open her eyes to find out where the clock is.
The sun is already high on the sky, with its golden rays pouring through gaps of the thick curtain, into the room. A peaceful sight, except it sounds much worse than looks, with deafening beep haunting the room.
Seeking the source of the noise is easy enough, the clock is right on top of a cabinet near the bed. It's one of the old fashion flip clocks, which is now reading 7:00. If Shego is at her own home, she'd definitely just pointed her finger at the clock and erased it from existence with her go glow. But she instead sit up from the bed and pressed a button on top of the clock to turn it off. Last night's conversation left her an impression that, Kim seems to not like how she uses her superpower in daily life.
Shego looked at the blonde heroine on the bed. Surprisingly, Kim was still asleep, with her breath being in an relaxed pace. How did her manage to ignore such deafening a noise? Shego thought to herself.
The green lady loosely walked to the washroom. Through the mirror, she could see herself, her long black hair is as messy as a bird nest. Splashes can be heard as Shego turned the shower on. From the chrome plated shower head, warm water is pouring down like a curtain. Beads and drops of water is rolling off Shego's smooth, green tinted skin, looks like pearls rolling on a porcelain vase. Steam is slow accumulating in the bathroom, blurring vision out as the hot shower in more ways than one continues.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Kim Possible just woke up, in her bed, alone. The blonde heroine sit up from the bed, glancing around the bed room with her still sleepy eyes. Shego wasn't here. The green lady changed from her enemy to friend ,then to enemy again, then back to friend, more changes than anyone would find in a detective movie has taken place within a week; She is absent from the room. Was it all a dream? Kim begins to doubt her own memory. How Shego came to her home, showing Kim the secret side of her superpower, literally erasing Kim from existence, then bring her back with magic… to her, it feels more like a dream than reality. Maybe she's just getting hallucinations from stress and inability of accepting than her "big sister" returned to the evil side. Maybe its just her mind making everything up, from shredded memories, into a dream, a dream with a theme of recovery and undoing damage, her subconscious mind's way of interpreting her hope to recover the relationship between her and Shego.
Maybe Kim needs to go and see a psychological doctor.
But it wasn't a dream, as KP would soon find out. The moment when Kim arrived at the door of the bathroom, she was almost certain that her memory of what happened last night was just a dream, illusions from her mind refusing. But just as Kim made her way to the door, it suddenly opened. Steam poured out from the bathroom, as if a cloud has just crashed into the room. Through the fallen cloud, though, is a woman in bathrobe, with long straight black hair and a green tint to her pale skin. Shego is actually here?
The green lady walked a step front, stopped as she noticed Kim is standing here. " Kimmy, you're just in time, I just finished my shower, so you can use the bathroom now."
"So you are really here? Everything happened yesterday night actually happened?" Kim confusedly asked.
"What, out of mind, haven't you? Kimmy? Did your alarm clock give you a cerebral concussion, Princess?" Shego asked, sarcastically as she normally would.
"Just too many miracles to accept in such a short time, no cerebral concussion, thanks for the care." Knowing that what she thought happened actually happened made Kim feel a lot better for herself. A heroine like her can't have illusions.
"That alarm clock," Kim claimed," has been tampered with by the twins. A few days ago I was late for school, after knowing the event, the twins claimed to mom that they will help me getting up in time daily. Well, to some extension, they did, but it was done by supercharging my clock to the point where it can-and did-literally crack the glass on my window."
"If I were you, I'd toss the clock back to the twins' room, let them test their product first. Enough talking in bathrobe, I'm getting some real clothing on now." As Shego walked past Kim toward the bedroom, she flipped her right hand and her brown blouse just appeared in her palm.