Author's Note
I do not own Kim Possible. All rights to the proper owners.
Kim had never been more thankful that last weeks, of all weeks, she had been charged with babysitting the Tweebs and supervised the construction of their newest scientific device. Oh, she was sure either she or Shego would have thought to try cutting through the impulseinator eventually - they were both clever women - but it would certainly have taken much longer. As it was, Kim had (somewhat reluctantly) hugged the tweebs when she made it home and thanked them for being, well, them.
On her mother's insistence, she took two weeks off missions to heal up. She was bruised from the rockfall, and had obtained a long burn up her left arm from Shego's plasma, along with several smaller burns where the sparks had peppered her.
Ironic.
One of the few times the woman had managed to burn her, and they had been working together.
Speaking of, the woman in question had gone quiet.
Not that it was a particularly bad thing.
Kim just wondered if she was still having nightmares about being buried too.
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