"Team Go. The perfect picture of a dysfunctional superhero family," she began. What was she doing? Kim was listening with rapt attention. "We weren't born super, despite what certain sources will have you believe. It was a small meteor that crashed in our backyard. The parents were out, and it was just me and my brothers. We lived in a secluded area, so we were the only ones affected.
"Our parents came back as soon as the found out the house was on fire. All of our powers are linked to our emotions. We were all afraid, but mine was the only truly destructive power. They were scared at first, but this was around the time a bunch of villains started popping up. Everyone was paranoid. The powers didn't help our case. The visible effects," she motioned to her skin, "made us pariahs."
"Sounds like a villain origin story," Kim said.
"We just have to get through the hero stuff. It changed when our school was attacked. Crusader was his name. Holy terrorist. He put a few dozen bombs in our school and a few dozen guards keeping us out. Mego and Wego were too young to be in our school, but me and Hego were enough. With some plasma and super strength, we went from outcasts to heroes. We were loved for our powers. Hego got the bright idea to make a superhero team. Mom and Dad loved that idea, and Team Go was born.
"It was fun for at first, but after awhile, it lost the appeal. Every single person in that city only liked us when we were useful. I owed them nothing. So I quit. Never wanted to keep fighting my family, though, so I moved around the world and ended up here."
"Why didn't your brothers follow your lead?"
"Hego loves the attention more than he cares to admit, and he genuinely cares about saving people. He's like the egotistical male version of you. Mego loves the attention too much to stop. And the twins are young. Who knows what they'll do." Shego shrugged.
"So, why are you so bothered with my family?" Kim asked.
"Keep in mind my parents love us as long as we're heroes. Before that it was nothing but neglect. You're Kim Possible. Nothing you can't do, and you don't have powers or the burden of shitty parents."
"You're jealous." Shego didn't reply. She didn't have to confirm this. "Look.."
"Part of the deal was you wouldn't say anything," Shego interrupted. "I came clean, you can trust me a bit more, and," she checked the clock, "It's time for me to do guard duty." She gave a smirk and a wave and made to climb out the window.
"You can talk to me about anything," Kim said. She gave Shego an almost pleading look. "We're friends."
She didn't respond or spare a second glance. On the roof she dared to think about the implications of befriending Kim. The implications she went over time and time again. The fighting. How it would never last. So many secrets.
She was a sweet kid.
Who fought crime, which was Shego's one source of income and favorite pass time.
She wasn't an unbearable teenager.
She was a teenager though, and the age difference would be strange.
Shego already considered her something more. She couldn't hate Kim. How could anyone once you got past the annoying drive to do good no matter what? She was, dare Shego admit it, sweet. Nice.
Something moved in the shadows, and her eyes snapped to follow whatever it was. The light was still on in Kim's room, but she didn't alert her. She kept her eyes peeled and noticed someone in all black. Thin. Average height. Perfect description.
Shego hopped from the roof and landed, not caring that she wasn't silent. Whoever it was turned to her in a fighting stance. "Shego," he snarled.
Her arms lit up in plasma. She didn't say anything as she fired a few blasts at him, which he ran ahead of. This wasn't Kim, she wasn't going to hold back. "Not in the mood for banter?" he asked. More plasma answered that question.
Fights were a familiar dance between Shego and Kim. Fluid motions punctuated by occasional hits. This man was jagged, full of jagged and clumsy moves. It was embarrassing to think he had taken down Kim, but he moved fast enough to make up for his faults.
Whatever tricks he used on Kim, he was too scared to use on her. Once his sleeve caught on fire, he ran. Shego glared after him, not wanting to follow in case he had someone run and ambush Kim. She glanced at Kim's window. She was standing at it, waving for Shego to talk to her. "What's up, princess?" she asked.
Ignoring the pet name, Kim said, "Who was that?"
"My guess is the guy who knocked you out. He might be sending someone else so I'm not going after him."
"I am capable of taking care of myself."
"Alright cupcake. Whatever you say."
Kim didn't argue, and when Shego slipped back onto the roof, she thought she heard Kim say, "Thank you."
