By Nyassa Kaiba
Notes: This is the ONLY Kim Possible fic that I will EVER write! It is Yuri! Enjoy the warning, because this fic consists of Kim/Shego yuri and I am proud of it!
(Cackles) I'm going to have Shego rescuing Kim and she's gonna LIKE it! Hahahaha (evil laughter)
Prologue
Combat, deadly combat, and this time the loser would come out of the fight dead. Shego had gotten her hands on a new toy this time, clawed gauntlets that could skewer her opponents dead, if she didn't burn them with her energy blasts first.
They were fighting on the wing of a jet plane. Kim had been headed for a mission in Africa when they had run into Shego. She was on her own, no evil Dr. Draken in sight. Kim and Shego had gotten into a fight that had escalated into a battle. There was no backing down, and there was no stopping.
Kim ducked a deadly, glowing right hook and found her back to the plane. Ron stood at the emergency door, trying to get to her. "NO! Ron stay back!"
"Yeah Stoppable, stay back and watch me deep six your friend." Shego teased.
"Do it Ron! This is personal!" Kim shouted back, teeth gritted.
Ron nodded and pulled back into the plane. He watched from the nearest window. But now Kim got skewered in the shoulder on Shego's claws. "NO!" She cried, lunging forward. She managed to get Shego on the ground and the two of them became a whirlwind of claw and fist and black and green. "I'm going to get you!"
"NOT LIKELY!" Shego gave a sudden kick. "Got you!" She growled. Kim was on the ground.
Kim had seconds to act. Shego kicked again, aiming for her face. Kim rolled away. Then her shoulder hit empty air. "OH NO!"
"Oh yes! Drown and die!" Shego growled, bringing a foot down on Kim's ankle. There was a crack of shinbone splintering.
Kim screamed, flailing before falling over the edge. But she had her revenge. Kim yanked Shego by the foot over the edge. She screamed, bringing off a stabilizing fin in the process as she FELL!
Kim hit the water and blacked out. Spitting water Shego watched her sink. Then she realized, she had actually KILLED Kim Possible. But… Something inside of her told Shego that she had to do something, that her death would be a bad thing, both for Shego and for the world. "What do I care about the world?" She wondered. "Oh flaming Hell." Shego cried as she dove.
Kim was unconscious, about ten feet below the surface. 'Gotta get her to shore!' Shego thought. All muscles screaming Shego managed to bring Kim to the surface and get her up on the stabilizing fin. The plane was on the horizon by now.
Kim wasn't breathing. "I am SO washing my mouth out later." Shego said to nobody as she began CPR. In, out, breathe, in, out, breathe, push on the chest and in, out, breathe…
Still unconscious Kim began to sputter out water. "Good girl." Shego said as she took a pulse. "Yup, you'll be alright."
Shego looked around. There was an island off in the distance. "Better get over there." She snatched up the jet pack that she'd been wearing and attached it to the back of the fin. "Okay, NOW!" Shego screamed as she activated the pack.
By the time they got there Shego was exhausted. But the process wasn't over yet. Kim had severe burns from Shego's energy blasts and nasty gashes from the claws.
Shego fumbled through both her's and Kim's bags and found a parachute that she could make bandages out of, and… a first aid kit. The last of the bandages managed to cover the shoulder wound, but there were several other gashes that needed attention.
Shego found that she couldn't rip the parachute without a knife, and that the material was too thick to bandage a wound. A broken leg maybe, and she tore off enough to make a splint with. The leg would come last, but the only thing she had on her that was delicate enough for a wound was… "No." She stated. 'Then watch her die.' Said the teeny tiny voice that passed for Shego's conscience. "The things I do for my enemy." She grumbled as Shego tore strips off of her uniform and used them to clean and wrap the other gashes.
Kim moaned a bit during the procedure, probably from what Shego termed 'wound fever.' This was her term for the curious fever dreams of the wounded. How many times had she experienced these exact same symptoms?
Then came the leg. Shego was not enjoying this. But she found straight poles of some kind of thin, bamboo like reed and used them to straighten the leg. When the bones cracked back into place Kim let out a screech and then lay still.
"Good, keep the little bitch out for a little more…" Shego grumbled as she pulled her out of the way of the tide and started setting up a shelter. "Stupid bitch I don't know why I bother."
