White. White all around her. Above her, below her, nothing but white. Except, there had to be a surface as well, she was standing on it. Either it was white, or it was invisible. It looked like she was floating – there were no shadows, no signs of pressure – though she definitely felt like she was standing on something.

She looked down at her naked body. She was almost embarrassed by that fact, but couldn't figure out why – after all, there was no-one here to see. She wasn't sure if she was there to see. Something was different about it, too, she was sure. Something wasn't right about it in this place, and yet the same thing was more right than it had been. She played with a lock of red hair in her right hand. That was right, that's what was different. It was better, but still wrong. This place was getting to her. She wanted out, now.

The girl closed her eyes and concentrated for a few moments. She stretched her arms out to the side, and then opened again her now burning eyes, a determined expression forming, you might call it evil if you didn't know better. She brought her hands together and stretched them out in front of herself, and screamed. A stream of green energy flowed from her hands off into the distance, punctuating the endless white.

'That has something to do with who I am,' she considered, before looking down at the green colour that was now spreading up her arms. 'That's not a normal colour for skin.'

"Who are you?" The girl spun around at the sound of the voice, a familiar voice. There was another girl there now. She had also red hair, though it was shorter and straighter, and green eyes. Her body was a little different, more … pointy, though she was almost exactly the same height.

"I don't know. I think I remember my dad calling me 'Princess.' Am I you?" asked the first girl as the newcomer walked towards her.

The second girl didn't say anything until their faces were only a few inches apart, each pair of green eyes studying the other. "I don't think so." She laughed. "For starters, mine calls me 'Kimmie Cub,' or by my full name when I'm in trouble." Now she raised an eyebrow, and her voice changed to a questioning tone. "Shego?"

"That sounds familiar, too. I think it came later."

"So, you used to have red hair, and a more normal coloured skin? Or do you just dream of yourself that way? I hear it's not easy being green." To a degree, the comment sounded like an insult. At the least, Kim was not being entirely sincere.

"My hair's going to turn green, too?" asked Shego, shocked not by Kim's tone, but by the prospect of having green hair. She liked red.

"You really don't remember who you are, do you?" asked Kim, turning and stepping away from the confused girl. She stopped about a foot away from her. "Black. Your hair is going to turn black – you already have roots." She spun around quickly, kicking Shego in the stomach.

The now almost entirely green girl flew backwards and fell to the ground, reeling. "What was that for?" she asked, doubled over. She'd tried to yell it, but she hadn't even been close to expecting the kick, and was winded beyond that.

"I though maybe if I reminded you what our official relationship was? I'm a teen hero, you were a villain's sidekick. I don't know where you're up to now, but you were pretty clear on the point that you hated me before. You even tried to kill me, but just before you fell unconscious, you saved my life, or that's what it looked like. I think now I know one reason why, why you hated me and the same reason you 'saved my life,' 'Princess.' Do I remind you of someone you used to see in the mirror, much? Maybe that's why you turned evil as well?"

"Hey, you don't get to call me that, Kimmie," and now the old grin was back on Shego's face as she stood. "And no, that's not why I turned evil. But thanks for reminding me why I hated you and why I saved you. I was telling the truth, you were gonna burn up, unless one or the other of us was dead before you did. Apparently, that's how it works. And now," she flared her hands, and charged at Kim.

The red haired teen didn't move, didn't even flinch, even as Shego tackled her to the ground and prepared to strike her face. "Do you really think I'd believe you're going to do that? You're not even convincing yourself. I don't think you have it in you any more."

Shego rolled her eyes and stood up. She didn't feel like responding, the lack of any kind of actual environment was making her dizzy. "So, how do I get out of here?" she asked.

Kim shuffled back from under Shego and stood up too. She walked up to her, and grabbed behind the green girl's neck. "Like this," she said, and twisted it &mdash she still had two hands in the dream world, and broke her neck easily. Shego fell to the supposed ground, and then kept falling until she was out of sight.

"Well, that was interesting," stated Kim, watching her fall. She looked up. "Wade's going to have a field day with this. I hope we're not stuck in each other's heads forever."


Kim snuggled up to the boy she was sharing her bed with before she opened her eyes. Then she blinked slowly. "Ron?" There was no response from him or the other occupant of the room, who was sitting by the window, silhouetted by the morning sunlight. As Kim pushed herself up to get to get a better look at the figure in the window, her alarm clock went off, prompting Josh to fall off the chair he was sitting on.

Ron, screaming briefly, rolled over and put his hands over his eyes. Josh stirred and then was suddenly standing, looking around wildly.

"What?!" he and Kim asked, alarmed.

Ron took his hand away, and looked sidelong at Kim, eyes wide. "Not that I'm saying you don't have pretty– I mean, that you're not– You could poke an eye out with one of those!" he exclaimed.

Only then did Kim think about where pushing herself up had put various parts of her anatomy. She went red – her nightgown wasn't particularly designed to conceal from close quarters.

"OK, I'm not suggesting I'd actually do this, especially since yesterday, but just so you know, I'm thinking really hard about you being covered in bruises right now," Josh said to Ron.

"Hey, how was that my fault?" the blonde exclaimed. "See, this is why I always go to temple."

"What, so you don't wake up the next morning in bed with a beautiful girl?" replied Josh snidely. "Sure. You were just hoping that this would happen. You've been wanting to get your hands on my girl since– for a long time."

"Hey, I'm quite happy with Zita," Ron retorted, "Maybe you're just jealous that I get to hang out with Kim and I have a girlfriend?"

"Oh, give it a break!" Kim, despite the mild anger and more prominent tease in her voice, was still blushing. "If I didn't know better I'd swear you two were married! I'm going to go check on Shego. I expect nothing to be broken when I get back." She rolled up to sitting on the side of the bed, but stopped when a note on her bedside table caught her eye. She leaned over and picked it up.

Good morning Princess,
Next time sleep with lover boy and put your boyfriend
on watch, he might pay more attention to what's going
on around him rather than dozing.
Gone to attend to some business, I won't be here when
you get up.
Thanks for not leaving me there,
Sarah

"Who's Sarah?" asked Ron.

"Who do you think?" replied Kim sarcastically. "Josh, you're the etymologist, what does the name mean?"

"'Sarah?' It's Old English. It means 'Princess'"

"'Princess.' Her dad used to call her that."

"Who?!" Ron repeated.

Kim shot the boy a look that clearly was asking him if he was stupid. "Did you think her real name was Shego?"

"So, not leaving her where?" asked Josh.

Kim had to think before answering that question. "On the road, I guess," she decided to lie.

"Surely she knows we wouldn't leave her in the middle of the street?"

"I don't know," replied Kim as she tried to push herself up from the bed. Her right arm wasn't cooperating. "She's got to be tired, too. And, considering the crowd she's been hanging out with for the past, like," – she gritted her teeth as she tried harder to push off the bed – "forever, what would she expect? Nrgh!" The last grunt marked her resignation to sitting on the bed for the moment. "I never would have thought I needed my hand for such simple things," she sighed, lying back. "Kimmunicator," she said, holding out her hand. Ron leapt over her and grabbed it from the table and placed it in her outstretched palm. She glared at him before picking it up and tapping the call button.

"Isn't a bit early for you on a Sunday?" Wade eyed her suspiciously

"Parents aren't here to bug me about going to church," she explained.

"You know, you should go once in a while. Or at least once maybe," the boy replied. "I'll wager you didn't call just to say good morning?"

"Tell me you've got something, anything, that can deal with this," Kim replied, holding up the stump at the end or her right arm.

"Ugh. What is that?"

"What it isn't," growled Kim, omitting to remember that her junior friend didn't know, "is my right hand."

"Could've told you that," said Wade with a furrowed brow. Then it dawned on him. "Your hand is missing?"

"Doi!" exclaimed the redhead angrily. "Ron had to cut it off so I didn't burn myself to death."

"Well I'm sorry, your impatience" replied Wade obtusely, "I didn't get that memo."

"I'm sorry, Wade," Kim said softly, "I'm frustrated. You wouldn't believe how annoying this is — I can't even get out of bed! Have you got anything?"

"Well," replied the gadget man, "it's very experimental, but as it happens I have something you might like."

Kim sat up excitedly and grinned. Someone with less toned abdominals wouldn't have been have to do it. "You know me, Wade. Experimental Schmexsch– you know what I mean. What've you got?"

"Well, I can't guarantee that our connection isn't being tapped," the genius explained while cursing the FBI for not allowing him to use 1024 bit encryption on the wireless signal, "so I can't tell you over the Kimmunicator…. I'll be at your house in about 5, okay?"

"Spankin'!" Kim exclaimed before tapping the call button again to close the connection.

"Whoa, Wade's coming here?" asked Ron. "In person? Let us get out the special plates and party decorations!"

"Don't hold your breath," Kim replied, "This is Wade we're talking about here. He'll probably send a robot with a more secure comms link or something."

"What're you talking about?" Josh, not being use to the ten year old genius, was confused.

"OK, that little guy, he's like my website manager," explained Kim dismissively, "and he builds gadgets and stuff for me. We've never met him in person."

"You met this guy over the internet, and he knows where you live? Are you crazy?!"

"C'mon," cried Ron, "He hasn't tried to kill us yet in the 4 years we've known him, or even the 5 years that the Kim Possible operation has been running. That has to qualify him as a good guy."

"He's Monique's cousin," Kim said quietly. Then loudly, "Is anyone gonna help me up?"


Okay, I'm cutting it off there because it's almost 4am and I'm Tired (TM). There might be a few proofing errors – don't tell me about them, I'll fix them later.

Why Sarah? If you read through again, I do explain it to an extent.
In case you didn't get it, the chapter opens with Shego inside a … sort of shared space between her and Kim's minds.

Next chapter: Business, Kim's first meeting with Wade in person (Well, maybe. You know how it normally goes). 'Till then, keep reviewing, my friends!