Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable, and all other copyrighted content are property of Disney. Please r&r. This is my first fan-fiction.

Yes, another twist! Shego it is a little out of character when it comes to Kim and Ron…but I think she could pull it off. In the movie she is actually supportive of Dr. D "…look at that death ray, nobody does death rays like you!", so there's a heart in there somewhere.

Chapter 10 Shego

For the next few days' things returned to a calmer state in the young Stoppable household. Now that Kim could see, she could do things for herself a little more easily. This was one thing Ron had always adored about Kim. She had a strong independent streak, and while she did not always shy away from having help, she would much rather do things on her own. However, he had come into conflict with this on more than a few occasions. Kim would become hard-headed and just block out anything other than her own way, but that was something she seemed to have tempered in the last six years. She surprised him the next morning my joining him in the dojo for a morning workout. She worked her upper body, and did stretching exercises while he went through his morning routine of calisthenics, meditation, and then form practice. Kim had always hated to be out of action for very long, and the sooner she got back to working out, the sooner she got back into the field.

During the days they talked, took a couple of walks on the beach, and even went to eat at Bueno Nacho together, like old times. Kim drug Ron shopping that Sunday, and while it was not exactly his idea of fun, he enjoyed seeing her happy and smiling. She bought a dress she would not let him see, for their date presumably, and had actually finagled him into buying some clothes himself.

Kim had fallen asleep on the couch just after lunch and awoke a little after four to thunder. Ron had already left for work, and Kim noticed a note taped to her arm that was resting across her chest. 'Ron's idea of a little joke, if he thought it would not wake me up he probably would have taped it to my forehead.' She thought as she unfolded the piece of paper.

"Kim – You were not awake for dinner, so I just heated up leftovers. If you would like there is stew in the refrigerator that you could microwave, or I left a twenty on the counter for a pizza if you would rather have that. I'll see you after work.

Love,

Ron"

Always looking out for her, that was good old Ron. The rain outside was coming down pretty good, and Kim noticed that it was much darker than earlier. 'Ron must have turned off the lamp that was on in the room before he left.' She mused.

"Well, good morning Princess." A dark, snide voice came from her right side. Kim knew immediately who it was, and sat bolt upright, twisting towards the direction the voice came from. There, in Ron's recliner, dressed in a green tank top and black leather pants sat none other than Shego herself; calmly filing her nails.

"Shego! What do you want?" Kim said icily as she started to rise to her feat, preparing to defend herself as best she could.

"Sit down Kimmie, I'm not here to fight. I just came here to see a friend, that's all." She said looking smugly at Kim.

"What do you want with me Shego? I have not busted you for four years now, why come to see me now? Are you just here to kick me when I'm down?" Kim said, now standing looking down at her long-time rival.

"Who said I was here to see you, Princess? If you must know I came to visit with Ron. I should be the one asking you what you are doing here, seeing as it's been what? Six years since you abandoned him?" She said smugly, folding her arms across her chest, and staring back at Kim. 'Abandoned' that comment hurt Kim…she had never thought of it like that. She would not let it show though.

"What do you want with Ron? Last time I checked you and he did not exactly get along." Kim was relaxing a bit now, curious as to why she would want to see Ron. If Shego was going to attack she would have done it by now. She was never one for small talk.

"Well it has been six years since you last checked. As to what I want with him, we'll let's just say it's something that you could not give me." Shego replied suggestively.

"He would never do that with you!" Kim growled, getting angrier by the minute. Shego had always known how to push just the right buttons on Kim, and this time was no exception.

"What's this Kimmie, mad that your puppy found another home?" Shego laughed sardonically at her rival. She had missed their little verbal jousts, but she might as well better end it. If Ron caught wind, he'd be tweaked, and she could not risk pissing off one of the few friends she had in the world.

"Relax Princess, I'm just messing with your head. Ron and I aren't like that." She said with a quick change of tone. "Not that I have not tired." She added arching an eyebrow to no one in particular. Kim sat dumbfounded for a minute. Here was Shego sitting in Ron's living room, telling her that she and Ron were friends. 'Ugh' she thought. 'This mission started out as just retrieving some gizmo from Dementor and heading home. It just gets weirder, and weirder.'

"So you mean to tell me that you are here to visit Ron, and that you and he are actually friends?"

"In a nutshell. What I'm wondering is why your' here? As far as I knew you two split up and the most contact he had of you was when he saved your butt a few times." Kim looked perplexed for a minute. Ron must have not known Shego would visit; otherwise he would have filled her in on the previous week's events.

"I crash landed on the beach a week ago, after a mission against Dementor. I was injured, as you can see, and he was the one who found me and took me to the hospital. He was kind enough to let me stay with him until I'm recovered."

"I'm guessing you crash landed about two in the morning then."

"Yeah, that's what Ron said, but how did you know that?" Kim eyed her suspiciously. She was not about to trust Shego, so she was eyeing her every move.

"Because he mopes on the beach about that time of night, after getting off work…we'll at least he used to. I guessing you and he are on better terms again since you are staying in his house."

"Yes, much better terms. You still have not told me how you, of all people, are friends with Ron, though." Kim said sternly, glaring at Shego.

"We'll that's a long story Kimmie. Don't say it, I know you have time, let me get a drink before I tell you the tale. Want anything?" Shego said bounding up, almost casually, and sauntering over to the small liquor cabinet Ron kept in the kitchen. Ron did not drink much, but he kept a fully stocked assortment of liquors for guests, and cooking. Kim intensely followed Shego with her eyes the whole way.

"No thank you." She replied coolly. Shego retrieved a wine glass from the cabinet, and poured herself a large glass of red wine, and returned back to the recliner. This was going to be a long story and she needed a drink if she was going to tell it to Ron's little ex-girlfriend.

"We'll let's see how the buffoon and I became friends. As you know I and Dr. D have been suspiciously absent from villainy for the past four years. After the last time you threw us in the slammer, I got an unexpected visit from some government agents. Don't ask, I can't tell you who they were, or who they worked for. They had a proposition for me. It seems that they had some top secret, dangerous chemical stolen from one of their 'super-secret' basses, and were in need of someone to retrieve it. Apparently whatever was in that concoction was extremely lethal, and need-to-know. They wanted someone who could retrieve the items with the utmost stealth and efficiency, but they also needed someone expendable. If I got caught they could just claim I was a super villain and attempting another take-over-the-world scheme. If I died, nobody would miss me, I was already serving a life sentence anyway. There offer was that I retrieve the chemical and return it to them. If I did so without loosing my life, or getting caught I would be a free woman. My record would be scrubbed, and my remaining sentence lifted. If I was ever caught in another scheme to take over the world, I would be executed on the spot. No trial, just shot." Shego paused to take a drink, and let Kim process it all.

"That still does not answer my first question." Kim scolded, she was getting impatient.

"I'm getting to that Princess, hold your horses. Once I got out, I considered breaking out Dr. D, but I decided to bide my time and take it easy for a little while. After a month or two of just lying around on the beach doing nothing, out-of-the-blue I was visited by one of the same agents again. They had some other problem that I could fix for them and wanted to enlist my services a second time. This time thought, they offered to pay me. Five million, cash, up-front, and all completely legal. I did not think that was enough though, so I cut them a deal. Pay me the money, and allow me to put my 'services' on the market. Freelance mercenary work, the catch was, nobody could know it was me; nor could I work for anyone attempting to harm the United States or its allies in any way. It has worked out well ever since. I do dirty work for companies, countries, etc… and get paid quite handsomely for my services. I don't have to put up with Dr. D, or his lame-brained schemes, I can go wherever I want in the U.S. a free woman, and I make twelve times as much." She paused again to drink and catch her breath.

"Now as to how I and the buffoon got acquainted; two years ago I came off a particularly hairy mission. I'm talking ultra hard-core terrorist, trained in martial arts, armed to the teeth, and very fond of killing. I had won the little battle we had, but was badly injured. I had some internal bleeding, a broken arm, cracked ribs, cuts all over, a case of exhaustion, and to top it all off I had expended my comet energy to the point I could not use it for a time. Instead of going to the hospital like I should have, I decided that a better remedy would be to have a drink or two at this seedy little bar down here in the fish market district of Miami. After a couple of drinks two nasty little gang members started to hit on me, I told them to get lost but they would not take no for an answer. I wasn't stupid; I was in no condition to fight them, so I decided it would be better to leave. They followed me out and after a couple of blocks walking I found myself boxed in by about fifteen of these guys. One of them moved in and started to try and grab me saying things like 'Were gonna' have fun with you tonight baby.' I kicked him in the face with my good leg, but I was not strong enough at that point to fight them all off. A couple of them moved in and grabbed my arms, and two more shoved me to the ground. I started screaming as loud as I could."

Kim was shocked. Here was strong, independent, and deadly Shego looking like she had never been more scared. She even looked like she was about to cry at the memories. She could relate, though. It was hard to loose when you were used to being the winner, and even worse to be at the mercy of someone. She had always had Ron to take care of her, even when she did not know it was him. He screwed up when he was younger, and caused his fare share of problems, but his was always there. Willing to do whatever it took to protect her, and make things right. As far as Kim knew Shego had never had anybody to do that for her. Shego took another long drink and continued.

"About the time one of them started to move in and unzip his pants, I heard someone yelling at them. 'Hey you, what do you think you're doing to her!' One of them answered by saying: 'Why don't you mind your own business buddy, and we might let you live!' Then a few of them moved off to take care of whoever it was that had caught them. I started struggling again, and one of them punched me in the stomach a few times and I doubled over. About the time I got back up to my knees I saw a man beating the crap out of no less than ten of the gang. I took the chance to try and crawl off, but was blindsided by one of the punks with a kick to the face. I was nearly unconscious, but whoever they were fighting seemed to get mad then, and I remember seeing some of the gang fly into the wall beside me. I remember someone picking me up, calling my name, and saying that I would be alright. About a day later I woke up in Ron's apartment, patched up and alive. He happened to be in the area purchasing an order of fish for the restaurant he works at and ran upon the group. He did not even realize it was me until he had picked me up and was carrying me to his car. He let me stay as long as I needed to recover. As to why he saved me. All he ever said about it was that nobody ever deserved to be treated like that. He said it did not matter if I were satin himself, he would have helped me. I told him what had happened with the government and all, and after that we actually became friends. He was so kind to me, I could not believe that anyone could be that way to me, much less someone I had tried to kill on multiple occasions. He said everyone deserves a second chance, and if the government saw fit to give me mine, then he saw no reason to do otherwise."

By the time Shego had finished she was just staring straight at the floor, looking like she was holding back tears. Kim was speechless. Shego the terrible, a villain at the top of the food chain, was human after all. Somewhere under that cold exterior of hers she actually had a heart, and was grateful for being saved.

"Since then, I come by every two months or so for a visit. I usually stay a couple of days, we hang out and catch-up, then I disappear again." Shego finished, then tilted up the rest of the wine, and gave Kim as wry smile.

"I'm sorry Shego….Ron had not mentioned that you two were friends, in fact not even Global Justice is aware that you are out. Our records show that you are still locked up." Kim finally said.

"Yeah, that's part of the cover. I don't go by Shego anymore, I actually use my real name now; Sheila Go." They sat for a few minutes in silence, neither knowing what to say. For as long as they had known each other they had always fought, this was actually the longest conversation they had ever held. Shego was the first to break the silence. If Kim and Ron really had made up, she would have to become friends with Kim if she wanted to keep Ron as one. He had never maid it a secret that he was still in love with her, and Shego knew he would do anything to get her back, or at least become friends with her again.

"So Kimmie, what have you been up to these past few years, Ron tells me your still working for Global Justice." Kim knew it was an attempt at conversation, if what Shego had said was true, she might as well try to become accepting of her, at least for Ron's sake. Maybe she should have that glass of wine.

"OH MY GOD!" Ron said under his breath as he approached his house, clad in his rain jacket. He could see an emerald green corvette parked in the driveway under the house (this is a beach house people, it's up on stilts). It could only mean one thing; Shego had come for a visit. He had to make it to the house quickly, who knows, they could have killed each other by now.

A minute later a soaking wet Ron burst through the backdoor of the house, racing into the living room.

"Kim!...Sheila!...don't kill each other!" He yelled running into the room. He was greeted by four silent green eyes, staring at him. There sat Kim and Shego in his living room splitting a bottle of wine, a pizza box sitting between them, and looking like they were quite content to be casually sitting across from one another, like old friends catching up.

"Umm…sorry. I thought that you would…umm…you know…be fighting." Ron said scratching the back of his neck, and looking perplexed.

"No Ron, Shego informed me your relationship, and we have been waiting for you to get home." Kim said sternly. She and Shego…or Sheila now, had actually had a good time catching up, it was strange mind you, but they had actually found they had a lot of common ground, a lot of which centered on Ron.

He and Sheila had apparently gone on a few dates, but had decided it would not work. It was just too strange. Being friends was fine, but dating was pushing it. That did not stop her from propositioning him every time she was in town, but he always refused. Kim had decided earlier that she was going to get back at Ron a little when he got home, by acting like she was mad about him not informing her of Sheila and his friendship. She was actually proud that he had befriended the villain and shown her such compassion in a time of need, but he did not have to know that now.

"I'd like to have a word with you." Kim continued.

"If you'll both excuse me, it's late and I think I'll turn in." Sheila said standing up, and walking towards the guest bedroom. Kim had told her about the past few days and she had come up with a little sneaky plan to push them closer. It's no fun always being good she thought with a grin.

"Goodnight Princess" She said passing Kim

"Goodnight Ronnie." She purred, giving Ron a little kiss on the cheek as she passed. "Kim already offered to stay on the couch, so I'm taking the guest bedroom!" she called heading down the hall before either one could catch her. This was not in Kim's little plan, and made a pang of jealousy flash across her features as Sheila kissed Ron. No matter though, she could still chide Ron a little.

"Did you really offer to take the couch?" Ron said, catching onto Sheila's little prank.

"No." Kim answered in a huff.

"We'll you can take my bed for tonight, and I'll sleep out here if you want."

"Ok. Don't think this gets you off the hook, though, Mister."

"I know, I know…just let me get out of these wet clothes, and we'll talk about it." Ron replied heading towards his room. Kim followed, they could argue there in a little more privacy and she needed to get ready for bed herself.

Kim sat on the edge of his bed talking back and forth through the open bathroom door as Ron got ready for bed. She had questioned him on his and Sheila's friendship and dating; making herself sound as if she were demanding answers. Eventually she finally felt a wave of exhaustion hit her and let him know that she was actually Ok with their friendship. She herself finally made her way to the guest bathroom to prep for bed. By the time she made it back Ron had fallen to sleep on his bed, already snoring a bit.

Instead of waking him she decided just to climb into bed beside him. They were both adults, had slept with each other before, were in bedclothes, and she was not about to give up sleeping on a bed with her cast, the couch was just too uncomfortable.

Ron awoke the next morning to find himself unable to sit up. Besides the fact that he was buried under a comforter, and sheets, there was still something keeping him down. Whatever it was, it was warm, hugging him tightly, and was red on top. He smiled and blushed as he lifted the covers revealing a content Kim Possible sleeping with her head on his chest, one arm wrapped around his stomach, and her left leg was draped around his left leg.