Think i've got the feel of the story down pat. hope you like it.

Kim awoke with a groan, rubbing a bruise on the back on her head. She rose, slowly, pulling the covers with her as she tried to focus. Last thing I remember…I was talking to Shego…she said something about Hawaii…then…Kim shivered, but not from any memory. The room was rather chilly. And…Breezy. Kim looked down, and screamed.
Shego head the scream all the way down in the kitchen where she was preparing breakfast, and laughed as she set the food out on the table. Making her way upstairs, the smile never left her face as she looked forward to saying 'good morning,' Shego style.
"What…!"

"Good morning, Kimmie! Sleep well?"

Kim whipped around, grabbing a sheet to cover herself as she did, her face bright red. Shego was leaning on the doorframe, leering at her. Kim hadn't heard her open the door. The blush intensified as Shego's eyes roamed the outline behind the thin sheet.

"SHEGO!"

Kim tightened her grip on the sheet and turned her body away, glaring murder at the girl in the doorway.

"What?"

"Shego…"

"That's my name, pumpkin."

"Why am I NAKED?"

"Oh, thaaat. Well, your mission clothes smelled kind of funky, so I decided to give them a wash. I had just a teensy more room in the washer, so I had to find something else to put in there. You can thank me later."

"Thank you? I-"

"You're welcome."

Kim gaped as Shego grinned, stepping into the room and walking to the closet. She slid open the door and pulled out one of her trademark green-and-black outfits, tossing it on the bed. She also pulled some thankfully decent-looking undergarments out of the dresser and tossing the clothes on the bed.

"What's this?"

"You need a change of clothes, right? Well, you can wear these."

"I am not wearing your clothes."

"Well this is my house, you know. So it makes sense to me."

"Your…?"

Kim's eyes widened once again as she realized she was not in that small cottage, or in her own room. Instead, the room was decorated mainly in shades of green and black, and through the blinds, Kim could see-

"The ocean?"

"Yep. This is a little vacation spot I liked-I like to visit now and again. My house, my bed, so my rules."

"Your…bed?"

Kim gulped. Shego grinned wider.

"Wait…if I was sleeping here, then where were…"

Kim's face paled as Shego's grin took on a whole new dimension.

"Well, I gave you something to help you catch up on your sleep, and we are both responsible adults…teenagers…meh. I didn't feel like sleeping on the couch, and you didn't seem to mind."

Kim's face flared red and she opened her mouth, but Shego beat her to it.

"In fact, I had to pry you off me twice. It's like you thought I was that little cuddle buddy of yours."

Kim managed a squeak, just a little one, before shutting her mouth tight and returning to simply glaring at Shego.

"Anyways, breakfast is ready, come down and eat when you're ready."

Turning her back to Kim, Shego moved to walk out, and a part of her was happy to hear the rustle of cloth and the subtle, fast thumping of bare feet on carpet, while a part of her was already regretting what she knew was coming. So, she compromised. Turning her head as she bent, she made a perfect mule kick right into the charging girl's ribs. Kim crumpled around her foot, falling to the floor and clutching her chest. Shego bent down and grabbed her by the hair, just hard enough to get Kim to look straight into her eyes.

"You're welcome."

"For…gah…what?"

"For me holding back. A lot."

Flinching inwardly at the look on the girl's face, she kept her own face neutral as she rose.

"Now get dressed. You've got a long day ahead of you."

Leaving the room, Shego stalked downstairs and sat heavily into a chair, waiting.

The grin was back on Shego's face as she admired the way her suit followed Kim's curves. Scratch that. What was left of her curves. Kim tried not to notice as she reached for her second stack of chocolate-chip pancakes. She ate slowly, looking at Shego out of the corner of her eyes when she thought she wouldn't notice. Damn, Kim. Wish I knew what was going through your head right now…what was going through your head when you did this to yourself.

The two finished in silence, and Shego wordlessly pointed to a door once she placed the dishes in the sink. Kim opened the door to find a large training room, one wall being all window, looking out towards the ocean.

"So…you vacation here? It's…nice."

It was…"Yeah." But now that you-no. Don't go there.

Kim looked back at Shego to see her eyes narrowed, looking away as if she was thinking about something unpleasant. Kim quickly looked away to avoid being caught, pretending to examine the room more closely.

"Alright. We start slow until I see just what the damage is."

"S-Shego?"

"What?"

Her tone was harsh, but something in Kim's mind refused to go away.

"What's…the real reason you're helping me?"

"I…I'll tell you…if you tell me why your body is shot to hell and back."

Kim was silent, and Shego merely huffed.

"Be that way. Now…"

For the next several hours, Shego led Kim through basic stretches, motions and forms, poking and prodding her whenever she was out of place. Fortunately, it was just her body was not in the best of shape. Shego wondered about that. Kim's moves still had the same style, the same grace, yet, they didn't quite seem to have the same edge to them she would expect. Close combat was demanding, and hand-to-hand the most demanding of all, the reflexes, skill and willpower one needed for that horrible, in-your-face brutality should have shown clearly, even during basic forms…but…it didn't.

"Now. Attack me."

"What?"

A hand went out, and Kim felt a sting across one cheek. Shego stepped away and settled back into a stance Kim had seen many times before. Even while raising a hand to her face, Kim instinctively settled into a stance of her own. Inching forward, Kim suddenly leapt at Shego, and the fight was on.

Sluggish…no…wrong word

Shego had to consciously slow down so she could drag out the fight and observe Kim.

Moves are right…stance is solid…reflexes are slow, but proper blocks and counters…

Shego blocked a punch and threw the arm wide, pulling her fist back for a counter…and froze for a split-second. There was nothing there. Across from her, she saw Kim, clear as day. But her eyes…

It's like she wants me to hit her…

Shego obliged, sending a light punch at Kim's face. She knew Kim saw it coming a mile away. But…Kim hesitated. Shego wasn't using her plasma, and Shego could see the arm twitch, the muscles flexing, moving to block…and stopped. Shego's own fist stopped a half-inch from Kim's cheek.

"I'm going to ask one more time, Kim."

Shego stepped back and crossed her arms. Kim relaxed as well, startling after a moment as she realized Shego hadn't addressed her with one of her pet names. They stared at each other, and Kim broke away first. Shego yanked Kim towards her, pressing her against the nearest wall.

"You haven't been looking after yourself properly, going overboard with the goody two-shoes bit, running yourself ragged. What I want to know is why. I know you noticed what was happening to you, so why didn't you do anything about it?"

Still, Kim kept her gaze averted. Shego practically growled in frustration.

"Why didn't you try to block?"

Kim's eye's focused on nothing for a moment, but she kept quiet.

"You might've been hurt pretty bad if we were fighting seriously."

Shego sighed and rested her head against Kim's shoulder. Figuring out what had done this to Kim had been reasonably simple. But finding out why was the real question.

"Why…"

"Why what?"

"Why…do you care?"

"I told you! You first…fine, forget it. I'll go first. I…"

Kim looked up as Shego trailed off, her mouth working, trying to get out whatever it was she was trying to say, with little success. Kim lifted her head up, eye-to-eye with Shego.

"I…look at me. I'm a modern, independent woman. I do what I want, when I want, and I don't take crap from anyone. And…when I fought you for the first time…I guess…I saw a little bit of myself in you, just waiting to get out from under that stuffy do-gooder. So…yeah, I…like you. When I see you like…this…it reminds me…of when I'm…not at my best. Being weak, feeling lost, that's something I hate more than anything. So…cheer up, 'cause it's pissing me off."

Kim's jaw was swinging in the wind. Shego returned her head to Kim's shoulder, not wanting her face to show. She couldn't keep her mask up, not right now.

"You…really mean that? All of it?"

"Yeah."

"I…don't know what to say."

"Here's a hint. It starts with, Shego, the reason I look like something from a famine relief telethon is…"

"Is…because…"

Kim slipped out from under Shego, who followed her down to her knees. Kim's eyes were beginning to tear.

"You can tell me, Kim. It's just you and me. Trust me, I'm in no position to judge."

"Is…because…I can't…just…stop. I can't just…say no. If someone needs help…if something has to be done…I'm Kim Possible. I can do anything…I have to…but if I got sick…if I got…hurt…then maybe…no one would ask anything from me…I could just…relax, for once…after everyone had started calling me a 'hero."

Kim's words trailed off in tears. For the first time in a long time, Shego felt a tug in her heart. A long time ago, great things had been asked of her, when she had been called 'hero.' And when she didn't match up to the perfect, pristine image everyone had envisioned…

Shego found her arms going around the redhead, pulling them both to their feet.

"But you did…get injured, that is."

From: Kigo Enterprises

To: Mr. And Mrs. Possible

This notice is to inform you that during a training exercise with our security force, Kim Possible was injured, requiring admittance to our on-site medical facilities. While the injuries in question are minor, our medical team has still advised that Kim should remain in observation for at least 24 hours. Should you require any additional information, contact us through the information provided on our website.

H.R. department, Miss P. Kin

All things considered,it had still taken no small effort to get Kim into one of Shego's green and black bikinis.

But sweet merciful GOD, it was worth it.

The two had taken a break from sparring, and now, they were lying on the beach, Shego rubbing suntan lotion onto Kim's back, kneading the muscles with her hands. No expert, having no one she was willing to practice on, of course…

But if you don't stop moaning I swear I will rip that top off and…no, I can't…if anyone…wait a minute…since when do I care what others would think? Mmmm…good point.

Kim continued to squirm under her, enjoying the sun, the salt breeze, even Shego's hands, and completely oblivious to the rather…creative…thoughts going through Shego's mind.