A/N: Don't own it. Don't sue.

"Who was that?" Ron asked confused. Wade looked up, as if he had forgotten Ron was there.

"That was Naomi. Naomi Possible, the only daughter of Kim Possible." Wade said slowly.

"What? How? How far in the future are we?!" Kim demanded.

"From what you've told me, almost seventeen years, Naomi is sixteen." Wade said quietly. Ron stood quietly as his brain raced ahead, ::That means Kim may sleep with her future husband soon! Heck, she could already be pregnant!:: Ron's brain screamed at him.

::And that means I'm out of the running.:: his brain added dismally.

"Yeah, and Kim is kind of a touchy subject for Naomi." Zane added dismally.

"Why?" Kim asked curiously.

"Well you never had a good relationship with her. You dumped her at an orphanage and disappeared off the face of the Earth." Zane growled, his pale skin flushing red with anger.

"Kim hasn't done anything to Naomi yet. And it's not exactly like your parents have a clean record Zane." Wade interrupted.

"Yeah, but at least I left my parents by choice!" Zane snapped back.

"Who are your parents?" Ron asked trying to distract himself from his thoughts.

"Drakken and Sheego. If you'll all excuse me, I'm going to try and stop Naomi from wrecking my flat." Zane said coldly, as he teleported out.

Zane materialised in his flat, feeling dizzy as he always did after transporting anywhere. Naomi was standing in the kitchen staring down into a glass of water. Zane kicked his shoes off and padded over to her softly.

"I'm fine so don't ask." Naomi growled refusing to face him.

"How are you? Really?" Zane asked opening the fridge and searching for something that hadn't gone off.

"I don't want to talk about it." Naomi replied coldly.

"I know. Are you going to break something? Because I like that glass." Zane shrugged, absently throwing some green furry cheese in the bin.

"I may break your nose in a minute." She snapped back, turning to face him.

"Would it make you feel any better?" He asked calmly as he straightened up and looked down at her.

"No." She muttered.

"Look, it's late. I'm going to bed." She shrugged walking out of the room, and closing the door to her room behind her. (A/N: yes they live together, I'll explain later) Zane sighed and sat down to watch some TV before he went off to bed.

Zane was brought back to consciousness as he heard his door open, he opened his eyes and groaned slightly, blinking a few times he looked around and the door had closed again.

"Nay? Is that you?" He asked, and after a pause Naomi slipped back into his room. She stood silently, only just visible from the moonlight filtering in from the skylight above. She was wearing a plain T-shirt that hung about mid-thigh length but because of the static (from her tossing and turning no doubt) the shirt clung to her curves leaving little to the imagination. Her long, toned legs fidgeted uncomfortably under his stare. And her blonde hair was messy and sticking up at odd angles, yet still remained cute and somehow stylish.

"What's wrong, are you ok?" He asked rubbing his eyes and sitting up.

"I can't sleep." She replied quietly.

"Come here." He yawned shuffling up to make space for her on his bed. Slowly she walked over and sat down.

She sat with her hands in her lap and perched on the edge of her bed, her legs were crossed and she couldn't seem to keep her feet still; her whole body seemed to cry out her inner turmoil to him.

"Do I look like her?" She asked suddenly turning to look at him. He knew she meant Kim. He leaned closer and tilted her face up at him, he studied her face briefly, feature by feature; almost as if he did not know her beauty off by heart already.

"The shape of your face and your nose are similar, as is your body build, but other than that no. Why are you worried you're going to become her?" He asked taking his hand back. She nodded sickly. Zane laid back but stayed propped up on his elbows, he saw the glint of a tear sliding down her face in the moonlight.

"Look at me Naomi. I'm nothing like either of my parents am I? Who your parents are has no affect on who you are as a person, especially when you've never lived with them. You are your own person Nay, don't worry." Zane said to her quietly. She sniffed and wrapped her arms around herself and whimpered slightly.

He reached up and wrapped his arms around her and gently pulled her down with him, he wrapped his duvet around her and watched her drift of into an untroubled sleep for the first time that night. He nestled his face into the side of her neck and the top of her shoulder and drifted off to sleep hiself.