For weeks now, Kim had been dreaming only of Shego, but it was a Shego she didn't know, couldn't possibly know, the times and places spoke of hundreds, if not thousands of years ago.

It was making her irritated as every morning she would jerk awake before who she was dreaming died, or what she thought died.

Her mood showed clearly at school when she opened her locker with a frown.

"Hey Kim… You look… sleep deprived." Her eyes narrowed at her tech genius and he held up his hands. "There's a mission…?"

"What is it?" She sounded as tired as she looked. She dragged a hand over her face.

"Drakken-" That's as far as he got as she groaned loudly. Drakken and the source of her problems. Every time she had seen that smug, green, dangerous woman she'd felt like she'd known her for a lifetime or even longer. She had even started anticipating moves from the smirking woman.

In ways she felt comfortable around her, like she'd spent years pressed into her side and warmed on cold winter nights.

She hated it.

Intently.

This woman was her enemy and yet the things she made her feel were not what one should feel from an enemy.

She refocused on Wade, now a heavy frown on her face. "Ride?"

"On the way."

"Ron?"

"Messaged."

"Right." She stood and went to go put her mission clothes on, Wade blinked at her ceiling, that wasn't like Kim at all. He let it go, although he filed it away to make sure she'd be okay.

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Kim dropped out of the air vent and landed lightly.

"You! Kim Possible!" Shego's neck nearly cracked with the speed her head whipped around.

"Princess." She purred and Kim shivered as she fell into a stance to deal with Shego.

"Shego." She nearly growled the words and Shego's brows went up.

"Vampire hunter again?" She nearly sighed but her attention was full on Kim and there was no time to.

They danced back and forth, everything fading away except the other. Shego was aware of how many times she'd danced this dance but Kim was struck with deja vu.

It all felt so familiar to her, the scenery was wrong but that was unimportant as she dodged a burning claw.

She turned to dodge the follow up strike and for just a moment the world changed.

The sun was high in the sky, filtered through green leaves. She could hear trickling water nearby, the sound of a wolf snarling not too far away, horses snorting and leather creaking.

Shego stood before her still. A black dribble of something was trickling out of her mouth and her canines were elongated. She was glaring near hatred at her as she held her side. More black dripped from between her fingers.

"Cassandra." Her tone held warning to it.

"Beast." Kim spat back. "Murderer of families."

Shego's brow rose slightly but with a burst of plasma the wound on her side was dealt with and she was striding towards her.

Kim's heart pounded in her chest as she watched the angry woman get closer.

A crossbow bolt drove her back and her focus changed to one of pure hatred, the emotion she'd looked at Kim with hadn't been hatred afterall.

Kim stumbled away from Shego, the ground shaking under her feet as she looked around disoriented. Whatever Drakken had been working on was smoking and an alarm was going off. The lair was also really dark now, but she could still see Shego, or her eyes.

The cat pupil watched her intently, hypnotising her as Ron yelled to try to find her before the lair went sky high.

She was being dragged away from the hypnotising eyes and death. Once they rounded the corner and contact was broken she was shaken out of her stupor and turned to run with Ron.

"What was that?" They reached the outside and Kim turned back to see if Drakken and Shego had made it out. Neither were to be seen but a hovercraft was flying away at high speeds. She wondered if Shego was onboard.

She took a deep breath and returned home, instantly going for a shower and a rest. What had happened to her?

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Shego chewed her thumb as she paced her villa. She'd seen the same thing Kim had, she'd lived it. There was no denying it as a simple crush now. She was back and seemed to have the luck of the devil on her side while being as pure as an angel.

She sucked in a deep breath. She almost hadn't made it out, took lost in her own thoughts and the waterfall of memories that had hit her.

She looked out the window, wondering what her Princess was up to. She had found her young, but then again, Death always came after her no matter her age.

She sat down, a sketch pad in her lap as she began drawing. She had all the time in the world to do as she pleased.

Lifting her hand, music began to play. The sharp violins set her heart racing. She nearly laughed when she recognised what song it was. Torment.

"How appropriate." She didn't change it as she worked to the sound of tension. Her eyes closed as she smiled to herself.

"Maybe… Maybe this time things will be different." Her pen stopped moving as the song changed and she quietly stood to collect a journal. She sat down and started writing.

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Time meant nothing to Shego. Days, months, years, decades, centuries; they all blended together to become a void in her memories. She did not notice the passing of time. A stationary stone in a river. She would always be there while others flowed around her.

She hardly remembered her battles with Kim, there had been so many. Maybe years had passed, she didn't know anymore, hadn't for a long time. During the lost time, the redhead had improved. Shego had carefully mentored from a small flower into a thriving bush.

Their relationship was different too. They weren't enemies, nor were they friends. It felt like they were partners, like they balanced each other in ways no one else could, that they understood each other on a completely different level.

The Lorwardian invasion had shown them that. With her full pardon she hadn't had a reason to see Kim. She'd gone back to her gilded tower and while she knew where to find Kim, she also knew that Kim didn't know where she was.

It was better that way.

Or so she told herself.

Whenever she thought of the redhead, her chest ached. She knew she was still alive and that was the most important thing.

She was in college, and while it wasn't safe for the redhead anywhere she still had the devil's luck. He must have blessed her this time instead of god.

She snorted at that line of thinking, her hair swaying behind her. If there was one thing she knew in all her time alive of watching gods and goddesses come and go it was that they were all cruel. They were cruel to each other and their devotees.

There was a buzz and her thoughts were rattled. "Shego." Ivy DeFelice, her secretary, was buzzing her. She turned to the short woman, dressed in a tan office suit. "You have the gala coming up, remember?" The woman was dry, some would say rude and snippy but Shego knew the Banshee better than that.

"Of course not. That's why I have you around to remind me." She grinned at the woman who rolled her eyes in response.

"Of course. I'll give you another reminder on the day. This one is to get an outfit ready." She leaned against a wall, head back and sighed heavily.

"Who will be around?" Shego asked as she considered her wardrobe and all the dresses inside it, some dating all the way back from before she was cursed.

"The usual people. Jasmine-"

"She's still alive?"

"She's a… what was it? Wereprye… no there's something else in there." She tapped her chin as she spoke.

"Dracowereprye. I'm sure that Wereprye got a start when he infected her." Shego shook her head.

"I'm sure, but to answer your question, she's been around longer than you as have I."

"That's why I have to ask, after all, if someone takes out either of you I want fair warning." She laughed at the deadpan look she received. "Oh, call up that new fashionista you hired. I don't think I have a suitable dress."

Ivy shook her head at Shego and pulled out a smart screen. "Monique? Of course. I can send her around to alter-" Shego hissed at the idea of altering one of her dresses. They were precious to her after all. "... Offer… a new dress."

Shego nodded as she considered it. "She has a company credit card?"

"And your sizes. It's not like you ever change. I'll tell her to get either green or black." Shego nodded approval and Ivy sent a message off. She got a reply quickly, the screen buzzing in her hand.

"Anything else I need know?" Shego asked as she returned to the window.

"No, that's everything taken care of. But your precious soulmate may show up."

"What? Why?" Shego jolted around to nearly glare at the banshee.

"Because she's a world saving superhero with no superpowers?" Shego groaned as she leaned against the window.

"Why would she want to go to a dusty old gala?" She had her hands in her hair.

"Because it's being thrown in her honour and you were invited by name."

"When?" She looked up, Ivy's monotone never changing.

"Oh… about… six months ago when it was announced." Shego scowled at her but she might as well have been scowling at a wall, she might have gotten more reaction from the wall. "Don't get angry with me simply because you're forgetful."

"Why does she need a gala thrown in her honour anyway?"

"Because people want to claim to know the great Kim Possible."

She sighed heavily and turned away. "If that's all…? This time." She muttered the last part to herself.

"Yes, that's all. This time." Ivy slowly smirked as she looked at Shego's irritated reflection. She turned and left before the vampire could get even more pissy.

Shego sighed heavily as she was left alone. How long had it been since she last saw Kim? She didn't know. She didn't even know how to feel about seeing Kim again. The further she kept her away, the safer she was, in her opinion. It didn't matter how much it hurt her, how it made her chest ache. The redhead was alive and she could live with that. Just knowing she breathed still put a soft smile on her lips. It was amazing they'd known each other for years this time. There were times when she'd only gotten a day with her beloved.

Those were the least heartbreaking on her wall.

It was the portraits that haunted her, the battles were always harsh but swift blurring from one to another. A love she had not been allowed to know before it had been ripped away from her. It had hurt, but it was nowhere near as painful as the constant ache that looking upon her longest lasting lover could still pull from her.

She had wished for death, and death had rejected her.

She ran her hands through her hair. Her thoughts were never a good place to be. Lifting her hand she had music filling her living area. She walked slowly to the couch and sat down. She let the music temporarily warm the empty hole inside her.

Sooooo, if most people can't guess what happened with the large jump, we went from meeting Kim for the first time to passed graduation. I had nothing to put in there and seeing as years could pass before I got over that hump I decided to put a skip in. If I need to, I'll jump back to whatever time I need.

For those familiar with my other work you'll know Jasmine and Ivy. Although, instead of comet powers they're supernatural beings.

Also, I just finished watching Violet Evergarden. Torment is an OST for those that will recognise it.