Hello. I'm back from the dead. Yes, surprisingly, I'm going to update. Wow.

Anyway, I have to break something to you guys:

I'm no longer obsessed with Kim Possible. Yes, I know, you're probably mad. Well, here's the sitch: Last December by family took me to see Lord of the Rings: Return of the King….. And…. Yup….. I suddenly fell in love with Lord of the Rings. *stares at Legolas picture*. A little late, aren't I? Oh well….. Anyway, I got obsessed with it. And guess what…. That Saturday, when DN was supposed to air Exchange, they….. went back  to Partners, the first episode they aired. And now they're airing same ol' season 2 eps again. Ironic, no? -_-' But still, I wanna let you know that I'll still update this fic 'til it's done… Or else I'll never be at peace, heh heh. I still have a little KP love left in me tho! I still go to MHA often, and also TvTome, but God, that place is awful now. If I still have a little love for KP by the time this fic is finished, I might even make a sequel. 'Kay?

Hope you guys understand, and I'll get it too if you hate me now….  Ah, here goes.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own it. Never will. Don't wish to, anyways.

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It was a dark, silent night. The moon had risen. It was a full moon, giving enough light for one to distinguish a figure which scaled an artificial mountain to get to their destination. The person soon found a passageway, and entered the lair cautiously.

Everything was dark inside; dark and silent as the night. The figure groped around for the light switch, and soon found it. Immediately the lights switched on, revealing it's identity.

"Drakken! I know you're in here, COME OUT! I just want to talk," The commanding voice of Kim Possible echoed throughout the lair. She walked further inside, her eyes roving from side to side in order to find the blue-skinned mad scientist. Soon, the man walked out of the shadows.

"So, Kim Possible here? Alone? I know that you're jealous about your little dopey sidekick and Shego, but I assure you, It could never work out between us," He said, smiling sardonically.

Kim scrunched up her face in disgust. 'Typical conceited Drakken….' She thought, rolling her eyes. "You're such a narcissist, Drakken. But let's cut the lame jokes. I need a favor from you."

Drakken raised half of his eyebrow, since everyone knows that he's uni-browed…(that made no sense). Curiosity could be seen in his features. "What?" He asked.

"Well, since you already know about Ron and Shego……" She couldn't help but cringe as she mentioned those names. That, and she felt her heart crack. Drakken's eyes lit up.

"So, you-want-me-to-help-you-separate-your-dopey-sidekick-and-in-turn-Shego'll-come-back-to-me?"

Kim blinked.

"Deal!"

Drakken shook an incredibly confused Kim's hand.

~

Meanwhile, in a laboratory somewhere in Lowerton, two other figures crept into the fourth floor of the building. From a distance, anyone could see lights illuminating the fourth floor, where a known scientist worked every night, producing a new invention every day. He specialized in technology, and once had even worked alongside Dr. Freeman and the beautiful but brainy Vivian Porter.

Once again, he was hunched over his work table, configuring with wires and such, trying to produce something again. But his work soon stopped, for the figures introduced earlier had crept in through the window, and tiptoed over to where the famed professor was.

A whooshing sound startled the inventor, and he dropped his screwdriver in surprise, then whipped around only to face a handful of green flames inches away from his chin.

"P-Please don't hurt me!" He said fearfully, holding up his hands. The gloves drew only but a few centimeters away, to reveal their bearer.

"You're Professor Stormcrow, right?" Shego's clean, sly voice produced those words.

"Y-yes," Professor Stormcrow answered, knowing that if he lied, he would certainly be killed. This lady, judging from her olive-skinned face and expression, could easily tell if someone was not speaking the truth.

But suddenly, he was surprised when another voice spoke and a being stepped out of the shadows, red flames on his hands illuminating his body.

"So, are you really the great scientist everyone talks about?" Ron asked.

"I….. Well, that depends on what everyone does say about me," The professor answered, his face shining in sweat. But inside he congratulated himself for coming up with such a good answer.

"Another question, Professor Stormcrow…" Shego hissed. Stormcrow shifted his gaze back to her. She brought her flaming green hands so close to his face that the professor could very feel their heat, which proved that they were real.

"Do you know how to make gloves like these?" She asked. Stormcrow raised an eyebrow while he examined her hands with his eyes. Then, he adjusted his eyeglasses and coughed.

"Well, miss, forgive me if I'm wrong, but I assume that the fire is not being generated from your gloves, but directly from your hands." He gave her a weird look, as if he was looking at an alien. But Shego ignored his gaze and clapped her hands together, creating a flicker in the flames. But a moment later they were as bright as before.

"Very wise! Your assumption is correct. But wait…. Show him, Ron." She beckoned her partner. He nodded and brought up his flaming red hands. Stormcrow relaxed. Now he felt as if he was speaking to a fellow professor, comparing inventions one way or another. He nodded.

"Ah, now those are artificial. The flames are generated by the gloves themselves, which are, in fact made of-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, cut the crap. We need you to make a pair of those," Shego interrupted.

"B-but I need to examine the I-invention, and also require the exact size of the hands of whoever is going to wear them," Professor Stormcrow stuttered. With this, Ron raised his eyebrow at the man, and the flames on his gloves disappeared. He quickly slipped them off and tossed them on the work table.

"Fine. But you have to finish them tonight. We'll stay here and watch while you work." It was then that a pink thing suddenly appeared on Ron's shoulder. He stepped forward, revealing Rufus.

"Make a pair for him," Ron ordered, pointing at Rufus. "He wants the flames to be yellow," He added. Rufus nodded in agreement, then hopped onto the table. Stormcrow was a little unnerved by the fact that two weirdly-dressed villains were asking him to make a pair of fire-bearing gloves for a rodent.

"V-Very well," He said, sighing in defeat.

Ron and Shego looked at each other and smiled faintly, then began to observe as Professor Stormcrow began his work.

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"No way, Possible. Nu-uh. We cannot defeat those two. Ever. Not even in a million years!" Drakken rambled, taking a few steps back from the teenager in front of him. Kim rolled her eyes, impatiently.

"Drakken, I don't remember you being afraid of Ron or Shego. Well, maybe Shego, but never Ron." Drakken glared at her.

"I am not 'afraid'! I can take on that buffoon any time!" He insisted, puffing his chest out. Then, he suddenly shrunk. "Except when he's with Shego… Blast them both!"

"Look doc, you're forgetting that you're a 'mad scientist', as you claim. They may have the brawn, but we have the brains….. Sort of."

"Don't underestimate Shego's intelligence, Possible. She's much smarter than you think. And also, though I hate to admit it, so is your sidekick," Drakken grumbled.

"….Riiiight….. Anyway, Drakken, just listen to me for a second, okay?" We'll find a way to defeat those two…."

Kim smiled triumphantly.

"…. Or my name isn't 'Kim Possible'!"

~

"….. Finished!" Professor Stormcrow said in relief, as he dropped his wrench. It fell with a CLANG! On the table, right next to his new creation.

"It's about time!" Shego hissed.

But Ron and Rufus were ecstatic. They raced over to the table, and the naked mole-rat quickly grabbed the centimeter-large gloves and slipped them on. With a little shake of his paws, yellow flames burst from the gloves.

"Boo-yah! Flaming high-five, buddy!" Ron said, producing fire from his own gloves and high-fiving Rufus.

"Thanks dude," Ron said, turning to Professor Stormcrow. And with that, Ron, Rufus, and Shego left, leaving Stormcrow shaking his head and packing his stuff. He decided that he was going to take a long vacation the next day….. 'Maybe South America would be a great place to relax…' He thought tiredly.

~

The next few days of Shego and Ron were spent teaching Rufus how to spar and fight properly using his flames. Indeed, soon enough, Rufus could've been put in the Guinness Book of World Records for being the best fighting animal ever.

"Boo-yah! You did it again, Rufus!" Ron cheered, as a dog scampered away, its tail between its legs. Rufus stood nearby, proud, with his chest puffed out. It was probably the twentieth dog he'd scared away after battling it with the help of his flames.

Nearby, Shego was leaning on a brick wall, clapping softly with a smile on her face. She approached her companion, her one true love and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"We're ready…." She whispered.

~

A yawn was heard in the Possible household, as Kimberly Ann got up from bed and stretched lazily. But her flexibility exercises were quickly interrupted by the all too familiar beep of the Kimmunicator.

"What's the sitch, Wade?" She answered, rubbing her eyes.

"Kim!" Wade called urgently. "I just received an anonymous e-mail…. And guess what?"

"…. What?" Kim asked, sleepily.

"It's from Ron and Shego!"

At this, Kim immediately perked up.

"What does it say, Wade?!" She asked frantically, practically shaking the Kimmunicator.

"Woah there, tiger! All it says is 'We'll be waiting…. At the one, confined place where unfairness doesn't exist. Tonight at midnight…'"

"Wha-? I don't get it." Kim said glumly.

"Me neither…" Wade admitted, scratching his head. "I got the IP address of the computer they sent it from, but unfortunately, it was from one in an internet café. Well, the real clues in the message are 'confined' and 'unfairness'… By 'confined', they probably mean, like…. A warehouse or building or something. But the problem is, there are over a hundred buildings and warehouses here in Middleton!"

"We're not even sure if the location's in Middleton," Kim pointed out. "But I think what they mean by 'unfairness' is a place which is confined, but spacious, as in there are hardly any objects neither one will be able to use as weapons. Any place in mind that fits that description, Wade?"

The computer guru thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers.

"Right! An old, abandoned greeting card factory! It's been deserted for years, and it's near the place where you battled Ron and Shego last."

Kim smiled.

"Great. You rock for life, Wade. I'll contact Drakken right away!"

Wade's smile faded.

"Drakken? Umm….. Do you guys have a plan?"

"'Course, Wade. We've got it all figured out. Anyway, contact someone who can take me to Drakken's lair. Please and thank you!"

Wade typed for a few seconds, then looked at Kim.

"Got it! Her name's Pennhirwen, and she's coming to pick you up in about ten minutes at the airport."

"Pennhirwen…. Pennhirwen…." Kim tried to recall who the girl was.

"Ohhh, right! The one I got Orlando Bloom's autograph for at that Lord of the Rings premiere!" She figured out.

"Yup. Anyway, see ya. Bye!"

~

Later, Kim found herself inside the jet. But it was no ordinary jet. On it's walls were posters of Pennhirwen's obsessions.

"Thanks again for the lift, Penny." Kim said to the black-haired girl in front of her.

"Mae Govannen, Kim Possible. And hannon le for the help with the autograph." Pennhirwen flashed Kim a smile.

"No big! Anyone could've jumped from the third floor and over hundreds of fangirls with the help of a giant poster."

Pennhirwen nodded.

"By the way, Pennhirwen… Could you teach me a few words, err… Insults in that language of yours?" Kim asked.

"You mean, Elvish? Seasamin! Let's see, err…. 'Nadorhuan' means 'Cowardly dog', 'Dolle naa lost' is 'Your head is empty', 'Le naa haran e' nausalle' is 'You are king in your imagination'-"

"Umm…. Yes, that will do," Kim interrupted. 'Note to self: Use these words later to irritate and or provoke Ron,' She thought, smiling quite sinisterly to herself.

"Hm. Any more requests?"

Kim couldn't help herself.

"One last one: What is 'I'm sorry'?"

"Amin hiraetha."

"Amin hiraetha…" Kim echoed, closing her eyes. She could almost feel tears filling up in her eyes.

Later on, as Kim and Pennhirwen neared Drakken's lair…

"Hm. Anyway, we're almost there. I can come pick you up later if you want. I'm off to get Elijah Wood's autograph, you see….. Well, here we are, I guess!" Pennhirwen said with a smile.

Kim stood up and secured the parachute on her back.

"Right. Well, thanks again! And if you need help in getting someone else's autograph, call me!"

"Amin Nauva. Namarie, Kim Possible! Tenna' ento lle omenta! Aa' menle nauva calen ar' ta hwesta e' ale'quenle!

"Uhh…. Right."

And with that, Kim jumped off the jet. 'Maybe I should introduce her to Cousin Larry some time…' She mused as she dropped down. Soon, she released her parachute and floated over to the top of her temporary accomplice's mountain lair. After casting a wary look around to ensure that no one was spying on her, she went in.

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"Who's there?" Drakken called, as he sensed movement within his lair.

"Chill, it's me," Kim said, stepping out of the shadows. She then told Drakken about Shego and Ron's e-mail.

"Excellent," Drakken said, smirking and rubbing his fingertips together. He could've passed as the perfect Mr. Burns impersonation.

"Then, let us leave right away. Everything is ready. Oh, and Possible?"


"What?"

"Remember the agreement we made: No one betrays the other. So, all plans of saying 'sorry' to your sidekick should be cancelled."

A hint of surprise flashed through Kim's eyes for a moment.

"Psh. I-I know our agreement perfectly well, Drakken." Kim replied coldly. But all Drakken did was smirk.

"So you do. Well, let's go!"

Kim nodded. But inside all her plans were ruined, thanks to Drakken's memory.

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CREEAAAKKKK!

That was the sound the doors made as Drakken and Kim cautiously entered the abandoned greeting card factory. They only hope that it was the right building. But Kim never doubted Wade's guessing skills before, and she wasn't about to now. The two took a few steps inside. As always, all was dark, and neither Kim nor Drakken could see anything inside.

A soft whimper caught Kim's attention.

"Drakken, remind me again why we had to bring Commodore Puddles?" The crime-fighter asked the blue-skinned man.

"Now it's a fair fight… Shego, Stoppable, and his little bald thing against You, me and Commodore Puddles," Drakken hissed back as if it was the most logical thing in the world.

Kim rolled her eyes and proceeded forward, ignoring the more whimpers from Commodore Puddles.

A chill soon ran down Kim's spine as she took another step. 'They're here… I know it,' She thought, frowning.

Suddenly, a light on the other side of the room turned on. And a figure was illuminated.

"Surprise, surprise, Kimmie! You're smarter than I thought, I see… But then again, it's most probably your computer geek who figured it out, not you." came Shego's taunting voice. The speaker stood on a tower of boxes which probably

"Dolle…. Dolle na lost, Shego!" Kim spoke, remembering the insults Pennhirwen taught her.

The raven-haired villain raised an eyebrow.

"And, I see that you've cracked as well… What's the matter, miss your sidekick so much that you've gone mad and decided to talk in gibberish?"

And with that, another light was switched on, to reveal Ron Stoppable, perched on a lower stack of boxes on Shego's left side. He didn't say anything.

"Ron!" Kim called.

"She has cracked…" Shego told her boyfriend. Then, with a sudden movement of her arms, green fire appeared on her hands. Ron and Rufus followed suit, making Kim gasp inwardly. 'But I was  prepared for this…' She thought determinedly as she frowned.

"Game over, Kim Possible!" Shego shrieked with glee.

"You're fired!" And she jumped off the boxes and onto Kim. The orange-haired cheerleader leaned backwards, trying to make Shego miss her target. But Shego's feet connected with Kim's stomach, and the green-eyed teenager fell on her back.

Recovering quickly, Kim witnessed as Shego was momentarily lifted off her feet and thrown up into the air because of the impact of Kim's back against the floor. She saw her chance and brought her knees to her chest, and then kicked Shego off her while the enemy was still in mid-air. Shego flew backwards, but managed a back-hand spring and landed on her feet, her flames glowing as bright as over to indicate annoyance and irritation at her foe's quick comeback.

Kim, as she kicked Shego, had managed to jump to her feet and was now in an offensive position. Then, with a sudden movement of her arms, a WHOOOSH was heard.

Ron, Shego and Rufus gasped simultaneously, while Drakken and Kim managed smirks.

On Kim's hands were bright orange flames, which matched the color of her hair. They glowed brightly in the dark.

"So you got Drakken to make you flames. Big deal. Ron and his mole-rat have them too, so I guess you're still outnumbered," Shego sneered.

"Au contraire, Shego!" Drakken stepped in. Shego's eyes widened as she saw the blue flames burning brightly on his gloves, as if he was clutching the flames with them.

"And Commodore Puddles has some too! Four, in fact!" He said proudly. The scientist's pink poodle leaped forward and into Shego and Ron's view. Every single paw was illuminated with pink flames. The poodle gave a nasty bark and growled.

"You see, we've decided to fight fire with fire. Ain't that 'off the heazy'?" Shego and Kim groaned simultaneously and rolled their eyes, for two reasons: one, because of Drakken's lame pun, and two, because of his desperate attempt to use 'Teen Language'.

Soon, a new voice spoke.

"Well, that's great then." Ron said, as he jumped down and lit up his own flames. Rufus did the same.

"Quite a flame war we'll have, eh?" He joked, though his tone was unbelievably serious. He did have a smirk on his face as he said this, however.

"Will you stop with the lame puns?!" Kim snapped.

With an "ARGH!" She launched herself at Shego, and the two began fighting.

Ron and Drakken watched the two ladies duke it out for a moment, then looked at each other with malice. Both narrowed their eyes.

"Grr!!!"

"Aarrgh!"

And the two males wrestled, each swiping at each other with flames. Rufus and Commodore Puddles shrugged and began fighting too.

"HYAH!" Ron cried as he managed to kick Drakken in the stomach, sending the spiky-haired villain to a pile of boxes. He looked to see how Shego was faring, and, surprisingly, found that his companion was being backed up into the corner by his former best friend.

He growled and sprung into action, just as Shego avoided a deadly punch from Kim's flaming gloves.

Ron ran at full speed and suddenly slid over to Kim, then wrapped his legs around Kim's ankles in a scissors move. He tried to trip her, and almost succeeded, but with an anguished cry the green-eyed girl managed to pull her legs out of his grip, then did a back flip and went into a defensive pose, glaring at Ron.

The two began to spar, and Shego ran over to fight Drakken. The former duo battled each other like there was no tomorrow. Soon, Shego launched a punch directly at Drakken's face.

But it was stopped before it managed to hit its target.

Shego growled as Kim stopped Shego, by knocking her arm away. Shego jumped at Kim, and the two began fighting again, as Drakken was attacked by Rufus, and Ron, by Commodore Puddles.

"Stop doing that to him!" Kim ordered as she fought off Shego's flames with her own.

"Doing what to who?!" Shego hissed as she ducked, avoiding a jab from her foe.

"Pretending that you love him! You're just using him to get to ME!" Kim practically yelled the last word as she kicked Shego. It was then that Shego realized that she was speaking of Ron.

With an "Oof!" Shego fell backwards and hit the floor. She looked up at Kim.

"I'm not that cold-hearted," She said quietly, but with controlled anger. 'But it would be amusing to see Kimmie's face if I did admit that I'm feigning love for Ron," she thought.

Then, Shego smirked and slowly got up, as she said softly: "You're right."

Kim froze.

"What?"

"I did it just to defeat you, Kimmie. And I succeeded. I planned this all up, when I saw that you 'fired' your sidekick. I actually thought at first that my plan wouldn't work, but then I realized, that if there's one thing that stops you, Kimmie, it's pride. Maybe if you apologized a little earlier to Ron, he would've gone back to you. But it's too late now. He thinks that you don't mean all your apologies, no matter how desperate you may sound. And now, he's MINE," Shego lied. On the other side of the room, as Ron struggled to get Commodore Puddles off him, he turned his head to witness and hear Shego's, despite false, harsh heartbreaking words.

"I don't love him at all, really."

Ron froze as he held Commodore Puddles by the fur of its neck. And absent-mindedly, he dropped the poodle, eyes wide, as he stared at Shego.

The raven-haired villain noticed Ron's look, and immediately regretted her ploy to break Kim even further. Her mouth open, she tried to explain to Ron.

"Wait, Ron…. No, it was just-"

"So I was just a tool defeat Kim, huh?" His voice was dangerously low and cold.

"It's not like that, Ron-"

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!"

All fighting in the room immediately seized, and everyone's gaze was on Ron.

Shaking his head, Ron ran past Shego and to the doors of the building. Kim jumped into his path.

"Ron, I-"

But Ron didn't listen. He forcefully shoved Kim to the side, and the force sent Kim crashing into a pile of boxes. Greeting cards flew out and scattered around Kim. The girl looked up hopelessly as Ron ran out of the building, tears streaming down his fair face. An open greeting card landed just in front of Kim, the words written on it plain as day.

On it was a typical hallmark message: 'The word 'sorry' isn't always the easiest word to say. There are other different ways to apologize, to show a person that you really mean it. Say 'Gomen Nasai'. Say 'Pardon'. Say 'Lociento'. Say-'

"Amin hiraetha…" Kim whispered. Drakken and Shego heard her words perfectly.

Drakken didn't know Elvish, but he was smart enough to know that what Kim just said was an apology, and anger flared in him as he watched Kim slowly stand up, her fists clenched at her sides, the flames dying out.

"Traitor… We had a deal! You said you wouldn't apologize to him!" Drakken hissed.

Kim turned, facing Drakken with a tear-stained face. But her voice remained true and strong as ever.

"You specifically said I don't say 'Sorry' to him! And I didn't! I said 'Amin Hiraetha!" She yelled, then ran outside, after Ron.

The words echoed in her mind endlessly as she ran.

'I'm sorry….

Amin Hiraetha…..

I'm sorry….

Amin Hiraetha…..

I'm sorry….

Amin Hiraetha…..

I'm sorry….

Amin Hiraetha…..

My pride got in the way…..

Please forgive me, Ron…..

I compensate……

By running to comfort you,

As I always have in the past…..

Amin Hiraetha, Ron….

I truly, mean it this time.'

~Tsuzuku~

there. Finished. Unbelievably long. One chap to go.

And don't get mad just because I stuck some LOTR in the fic. Diss my new obsession and the more I will be compelled to NOT update.

Review if you want. I admit that it will give me a reason to continue this fic. But I really don't care whether you review or not.

Review - And I will be forced to continue.

Don't Review - I won't

Diss LOTR - The more I won't continue, because it sux knowing that I'm doing a favor for people who can't even accept my new obsession, and instead anger me by insulting it. So there.

Blah blah blah. Bye bye

Oh yeah. If you think this chap sucked, well then it sucked. And you already know why. The love in writing this fic is gone, and now it's practically just an empty piece of. ----(insert evil noun here).

Tenna' telwan san'…..

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