"Was Shego really at your house?" Ron had asked as soon as they got back to her house. When Kim nodded, he followed up with, "Why didn't you tell me about it?"
"I don't know. It's a bit awkward, I guess," she replied.
"I'd want to know if someone was trying to hurt you," Ron said, sounding hurt. "We're Team Possible!"
"I know," Kim sighed. "But she wasn't trying to hurt me."
"Wait, what?"
"I know, totally weird. But she didn't try to hurt me or anything." Ron sat down on her couch and grabbed the remote. She grabbed it from his hands and said, "Everyone's asleep, I don't want you waking them up."
Rufus crawled out of Ron's pocket and onto his shoulder. "I just don't get it. Why would she watch you if it wasn't to kill you?" Rufus gave a confused squeak.
"I've been trying to figure that out," Kim replied.
"You should check with Wade, see if he can set up some sort of surveillance. Or find out if it's some sort of evil plan."
It wasn't a bad plan. Wade checked through every source available and came up with nothing indicating Drakken had wanted Kim hurt or dead (although there was something indicating what Drakken was up to with the papers Shego stole, so she would have to look into that).
Monique didn't have a better idea. "I mean, maybe she really does have a crush on you."
Kim was the only one who laughed that time. "What, you're not serious, are you?"
"I am." Before Kim could protest, Monique said, "That doesn't mean I'm right! It just fits nicely. Watching you without hurting you, and now she's trying to avoid you because she's embarrassed."
After a few moments of shock, Kim said, slowly, "I'm not a homosexual, Monique."
"My theory never included that," Monique replied. "Although now I'm suspicious."
"I'm not."
"The lady doth speaketh too much?" When Kim glared at her, Monique said, "Look, I'm teasing, and you know I love you no matter what. And I could be wrong. It's just something to think about."
Kim ignored this, although she wasn't quite sure if it was intentional or not. She didn't believe Shego could have feelings for her. But curiosity nagged at her, and she continued to meet Shego at every chance she could.
The fighting was always fun. She had more bruises and burns than she'd ever had before. But no serious injuries, and not serious burns which, if she thought about it, was almost a miracle.
Then she was forced to lighten up on Shego. Senior year was coming close to its end. She was caught between figuring out which college she was going to and fighting crime. Only seeing Shego every once in awhile freed up quite a bit of time, but she felt oddly lonely. She had gotten adjusted to the new schedule. She was missing it.
The plots she foiled from other villains went by uneventfully. Ron would recount them with great fear and even greater pride. At this point, it was only memorable when she fought Shego. Another thing she ignored, although this time, it was a conscious choice.
She wasn't gay. Boys were… Well, she had always liked boys. She did. A few dates with Ron had proved unsuccessful because they were both happier being friends, but her attraction to boys had still been there.
She was a cheerleader! She was surrounded by girls everyday after school, she changed with girls, she held up girls, and there was nothing. They were all pretty girls, too.
Bam. Take that, Monique's theory.
One night, the alarm system Wade had set up alerted her that someone was near her house, and it wasn't any friend of the family. She slipped out her room and searched the house. After she found nothing, she went outside with a flashlight.
"Shego?" she hissed. "Come on, if you're out here, at least come out and spare me the suspense."
"Shego?"
She turned around, and someone dressed entirely in black was standing in front of her. "Who are you?" They didn't reply, but instead lunged at her. She fought back, but they had snuck behind her and shoved a wad of fabric over her nose and mouth.
