Chapter 4
A/N: Here it is! Chapter 4. This is a very important part of the story, if you know what I mean. (I watched too much Whose Line Is It Anyway?)
PS- Have I ever put a disclaimer on? Sorry. I don't own Kim Possible.
NOTE: Italics thoughts or dreams. I think you can tell the difference.
Kim waited for Wade's response.
Wade took a breath. "A few minutes later, when you got home, the lady was across street," he finally said.
"And?"
"An electrical current in the wires caused the camera to zoom in, and it showed this-"
Wade pushed a few buttons and the film played on the communicator.
It stayed on Kim for a second, then zoomed in on the woman across the street. She pulled her coat tighter around herself.
In itself, that was nothing special, but Kim could see a green glow surrounding the woman's hand as she raised it.
Kim stopped breathing.
"Shego…" she whispered.
Kim was lying on her bed, thinking. She had thanked Wade for his help and shut the Kimmunicator off.
I can't believe it…she must have stolen the picture from my real parents. Yeah, that's it. She stole it…
Kim fell into a fitful dream.
Kim was a baby. She was in her stroller, and they were at the park. Her mother leaned over the stroller and handed her a rattle. "There's my little Kimmie…" she cooed. Kim heard someone in the distance calling her mother. As the voice got closer, baby Kim recognized it as her father's. He never moved in her line of sight, but she knew he was right by her stroller. "Stephanie," he said, speaking to Kim's mother. "I've gotten a call from Mr. Possible. He wants to speak to us."
Kim's mother glanced at her. "Who will keep Kimmie?" she asked.
"My mother can. Possible sounded urgent."
Kim's mother put her face in the stroller. "You're going to go stay with Grandma. Would you like that?" she said soothingly.
Kim woke up sweating. Glancing at the clock, which told her it was 8:00, she got out of bed and slowly got dressed.
Instead of going downstairs and having to talk to her "parents", Kim used her amazing cheerleader skills and went out the window.
Her mood was lightened slightly by her dream, however. Her biological father had called her mother "Stephanie", which wasn't Shego's name.
Kim walked to Bueno Nacho to meet Ron, who she knew would be there.
Ron looked up from his naco when the doors opened. "Hey, Kim!" he said, holding the naco out to her.
"Hi Ron," she replied, sitting dejectedly in the booth.
Ron looked as if he would try and comfort Kim, but he decided she would rather sit in silence. Wade had called him earlier that day and told him what was going on.
The Kimmunicator rang. Kim, moving sluggishly and dejectedly, answered it.
"Go, Wade."
"Hey Kim. I enhanced the tape. It's definitely Shego," Wade said, sorry he had to tell Kim.
At that, Kim brightened. "But, I had a dream. Actually, it was more like a memory, and in it I could see my mother. She wasn't dressed like Shego, and my dad called her Stephanie."
Ron and Wade stared.
"Kim," Ron said. "I think you just had your first rant."
Wade nodded. "Yeah, Kim," he said. "That was definitely rant material."
Kim blushed. "Sorry. I just wanted to prove that-"
Kim was interrupted by a loud crash from outside Bueno Nacho. "Gotta jet, Wade," she continued, glad for any excuse to NOT think about this deal with her parents.
Drakken's most recent lair…"Shego!" Drakken yelled, standing up from working on their most recent acquisition.
Shego sighed and set her nail file down. "What?" she asked boredly.
"It works!" Drakken exclaimed, proudly setting a piece of perfectly toasted…toast.
"Wait-no, let me see…" Shego said, standing up angrily. "All of that was for an actual toaster?"
Drakken shrugged. "Ours was broken, and you know what happened the last time I tried to fix a household appliance."
Shego put her head in her hands. "Dr. D, you…you…oh man, I need a vacation."
Frowning, Drakken ignored her last statement and turned back to his new toaster.
Sighing to herself, Shego walked up the long spiral stairs to her room. Closing the door behind her and making sure it was locked, she turned the light on. Shego walked over to her mahogany dresser and pulled out her pajamas. Staring at the picture that was underneath them, she felt herself slip away into depression, again.
Angrily, she slammed the drawer closed, causing the dresser to collapse. "Perfect," she muttered. "Dr. D won't be happy about having to get me a new dresser…after all, this was his fault."
Shego slipped her pajamas on and climbed into bed. She treasured her privacy, but in her heart she hated being alone. Ever since…she was always so alone.
Bueno Nacho…Kim and Ron ran outside as fast as they could. When they saw nothing out front that would have caused a crash, they moved toward the back of the building.
A man dressed in black sweats and wearing a black ski mask was struggling to pull himself out of the Bueno Nacho Dumpster.
"Uh, having problems?" Kim asked, eager for action.
The guy looked up at them as if he were a deer in the headlights. "Actually, yeah."
Kim couldn't stop the surprised look that crawled on her face. "Um, okay…"
She glanced at Ron, who just shrugged. "Well, he does look stuck, KP."
Kim raised her eyebrows, but went forward and helped pull the guy out of the Dumpster.
"Thank you, miss," the guy said, shaking Kim's hand.
"Why were you in the Dumpster, dude?" Ron asked.
The guy looked up at the roof of Bueno Nacho. "I was on the roof, and I fell."
"Why were you on the roof, if you don't mind me asking?" Kim asked.
The guy stared at Kim and Ron for a few seconds, then turned and walked away.
"Oo-kay. I guess he does mind," Ron said.
Kim, however, went back to her "depressed mode" since the distraction was gone.
A/N: Sorry for the abrupt ending for this chapter. I'm burnt out from writing so much. I hope you like!
PS- Most of you guessed it. What can I say? I have a twisted mind. Ideas like this wouldn't come to me if I didn't have so much free time to think about it. You have to admit, the story is kinda unique. Hmm. Thanks for all the AWESOME reviews! They MAKE MY DAY! Seriously. It lets me know that someone out there likes what I write. Sincerely, The Spooky Mulder