"So, uh, what do we do now?" Ron asked as they walked to their different transports.

"We find Gemini and make him talk," Shego said, grinding one fist into her palm.

"Shego, I severely doubt that that man can remember last week, let alone 17 years ago," Drakken noted. "And, as you reminded me earlier, I was a nobody named Drew Lipsky. Why in the world would he have bothered with me?"

"Wait… WEE…" Kim pulled up her Kimmunicator. "Wade…"

"Yeah?" He sipped a bit of his favorite soda.

"You mentioned earlier… Drakken's listed as personnel for GJ?"

"I'm what now?" The blue man tilted his head. "I'm listed as what?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Are you sure about that, Nerdlinger?" Shego asked.

"Positive." Wade nodded. "I used a backdoor protocol to-.."

"I don't care how, I care that it's true," the green woman grunted.

"Maybe that's why GJ never went after Drakken?" Ron suggested. "I mean, besides giving us a ride that one time…"

"Why would I be listed as personnel for GJ?!" Drakken asked. "I never worked for them!"

"As far as you remember," Shego pointed out. "If you worked for them at any point during your memory blank…"

"Hrrrrn…" Drakken pouted. "I would think I would've had more sense than to get involved with a sibling squabble from those two."

"It's not like that's general knowledge, Doc," the green woman said with an eyeroll. "Only the hero and villain communities know about it."

"That's… Hrm…" He closed his eyes. "In order for me to want to work for some mysterious organization, I would've had to have been pretty desperate…"

"Like having a kid on the way?" Shego supplied.

Drakken nodded. "Yeah, like having a kid…" The lightbulb lit up. "Ohhhh…"

"Yeah."

"Okay, so, we can assume GJ has records on him then," Kim said with a nod. "Any chance we could get a favor from Dr Director to take a look?"

"Not needed! It's better to ask for forgiveness than permission..." Wade typed a little more on his keyboard. "Already in. Want me to send the info to you?"

"Won't Dr Director find out about this?" Ron asked, looking around like he was being spied on.

"Relax." The computer guru chuckled. "After the scuffle with the Lorwardians, Dr Director had me personally upgrade their systems. I'm basically their sys admin."

"Nice!" Drakken said, giving the boy a thumbs-up

"Yeah, whatever. Just get us those files!" Shego snapped.

"Got 'em… Transmitting to the Kimmunicator… Now!" The Kimmunicator gave a beep of acknowledgement.

"Perfect. Thanks Wade!" Kim said with a smile.

"No problem! If you need anything else, let me know!" Wade closed the connection.

"Okay, now that we have this-.."

"Uh, KP, not to ruin the fun, but it's getting pretty late…" Ron waved his hand at the sun. Sure enough, it was flirting with the horizon.

"Okay… I guess it's time to split."

"Hey!" Drakken grumbled, "What do you mean 'it's time to split'?" Growling, he snapped, "Maybe some of us want to get this figured out sooner rather than later!"

"And some people don't like working to all hours," Shego pointed out. "Kimmie still needs to sleep and go to her classes." She turned to Kim, "Don't you, Cupcake?"

As much as Kim hated to admit it, Shego had a point. Just by being out like this she'd missed her ethics class.

"Yeah, Shego's right." She shook her head. "I need a day…"

"Well, fine then!" Drakken threw his hands up in the air. "I'll sift through the data while you stupid teens do your life stuff!"

"Please and thank you!" Kim said, glad that he was willing to do that for her. For them.

"Hmph!" He crossed his arms, but reluctantly said, "You're welcome."

"Booyah!" Ron made to high-five the bad doctor, but only found air as Drakken just gave him the evil eye. "Aw man, really?"

"Yes really!" Drakken snorted. "I don't really approve of you, boy whose name I can't remember. If she really is my daughter, then I would suggest you back off!"

"Hey now," Kim said, stepping between the two. "I get to decide who I'm with."

"But… Hnnnn… Nnngh…" Drakken grunted ineffectually before turning his back and stomping for his transport. "Shego! Let's go!"

"Make sure to forward Doc the data," Shego noted. "Hard to look through something we don't have."

"Will d-.. Gotcha."

"Later, Princess," the green woman said without the trace of sarcasm that usually accompanied that statement. She turned and followed her boss to his hovercar.

"Ready to head home, KP?" Ron asked.

Home…

Kim wasn't sure what prompted it, but she found herself over by Drakken and Shego's hovercar. "Could I tag along with you?"

Drakken stared while Shego tilted an eyebrow.

"Don't you have your teeny-bopper school to go to?" Shego asked.

The more Kim thought about it, the more she wanted it. "It's no big. I'm off on missions a lot. They understand."

The older woman frowned and warned, "Your grade point'll drop."

"It's no big," Kim repeated. "There's extra credit in that class."

Shego's teeth ground. "Your education is more important."

Wait…

"Why not just let her do what she wants?" Drakken rolled his eyes. "Her life, her choices. If she wants to wreck it, that's on her!"

"Doc…!" Shego looked like she wanted to start pulling out her hair.

"Shego…" Kim couldn't keep the cat-like grin off her face. "Are you worried about me?"

Shego stiffened for a moment before again playing it cool. Tilting a thumb at Drakken, she said, "Well, Kimmie, it wouldn't do any good for you if you end up dropping out like Dr Loser over here."

"Hey! I can hear you!"

"I know." Shego clicked her tongue. "...you sure about this, Cupcake?"

"Positive. My parents'll understand." Kim caught a small flinch from Shego. Should she ask?

After a moment, she decided not to.

"Uh, guys, time?" Ron again pointed at the sun, which was now dipping below the horizon.

"Right." Kim handed Ron the keys to her Sloth. "Here. Make sure you keep an eye on the tweebs while I'm gone. Keep them out of trouble."

Her BFBF stared. "KP?"

"You need the Sloth to get to your own classes."

"But KP…" Ron side-eyed the two villains. "You sure you want to do this? Get stuck on the same island as them for who knows how many days?"

Kim looked over at the villainous duo who were now arguing over who would drive.

Smirking, she noted, "Somehow, I think I'll be fine."

"Here." Drakken showed Kim to a small studio apartment complete with bathroom, bed, lush brown carpeting, and a wardrobe. "This was one of our better hench quarters."

"Really?" Kim expected the henchman quarters to be a set of bunk beds at the belly of the lab or something.

"Yeah, 'really'," the blue man said, rolling his eyes. "If you need anything, you can forget about it! You had your chance when we stopped by James' place earlier."

"Don't worry. Got the full set: pajamas, clothes, toothbrush, toothpas-.."

"I get it," he said flatly. "Always prepared, like the Squirrel Scouts."

"Anyway…" Kim stood awkwardly. The flight back to the Caribbean lair had felt like it'd taken forever what with no one being willing to start a conversation. She wasn't surprised. Like how they probably felt, the revelations of the day were draining. All she wanted to do for then was curl up and sleep and sort the information out in the AM.

"What?" Drakken crossed his arms, but Kim noticed his fingers twiddling with nerves.

"Nothing." She stretched. "I'm gonna get ready for bed…"

"Good! I don't need your help anyway," Drakken sneered before shutting the door on her.

Wow. Even ruder than normal. She'd thought, hoped a little, that things would've gotten at least a little more friendly now that they'd found they were family.

Guess not.

"Okay Kim…" She started giving herself a pep-talk. "Just because things have irrevocably changed doesn't mean they changed as people. They're still Drakken and Shego. Still the mean, petty people they've always been…"

Somehow, that made her feel worse.

"Ugh…" Kim tossed on pajama pants and a loose top and looked at herself in the mirror. She'd never really considered her appearance before. She'd thought it'd been pretty obvious that she looked like her mom. But, now that she was thinking about it, there were a few telltale signs that she glossed over, dismissing them as unimportant.

Green eyes. She knew some basic genetics, so she knew it wasn't impossible for her parents to have produced a green-eyed child. Unlikely? Ferociously so. Subtle little things popped out now: the dip of her nose, the rounded chin, the natural downward curve of her lips… Thank goodness she seemed to get most of her looks from her mother's side.

Speaking of…

What were Drakken and Shego doing now? Probably going through the data, seeing what they could find. ...suddenly Kim felt like a lout for skipping out like she had. She'd come with to try and figure out what was going on, dammit, and here she was planning on heading to bed!

She shook her head. No. She wasn't going to be lazy on this. She needed to get to the bottom of this mess. If that meant a sleepless night or two, so be it. It wasn't like she was a stranger to them.

Resolute, Kim slipped her shoes back on and ventured out into the lair.

It didn't take her long to find the duo. They were in the main room that they'd been in several hours ago, this time Drakken cleaning up the burnt remains of their dinner while Shego stood, talking. For some reason, Kim felt the urge to spy a little and decided to do just that. Peering out from behind the rocky edge of the hallway, she listened hard to understand what they were saying.

"..-lieve it myself, but the computer doesn't lie…." Shego said, pointing to the computer terminal. "We really are Kimmie's parents."

"I still think something screwy's going on!" Drakken complained, dumping a dustpan of char into a garbage. His plants were also helping, gathering the larger pieces and setting them by the front door.

"Of course something screwy is going on, Doc!" Shego shook her head. "What kind of screwy I have no idea… But…" She paused, biting her lip. "...it is a pretty big coincidence that we both don't remember the same period of our lives."

"You think?" Drakken said with some hostility.

"Geez, Doctor D, what crawled up your ass and died?!" Shego growled.

Drakken tossed down the broom and dustpan and snarled, "Gee, I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that my entire life has been some kind of, of sick joke to whatever deity there is?" He stomped over to her. "Do you have any idea what it feels like to know that you've been trying to kill your own daughter for years while your mother knew most of the truth the entire time and said nothing?!"

"Doy! What, you think you're a one-man breeding machine or something?" Shego said, voice becoming heated as well. "I might've been a teen mom!" She paused at that and, smirking, she noted, "Which means you robbed the cradle big time…"

"What the-..?! What do you mean by that?" Drakken asked with an edge in his tone.

"Think about it. How old would we have been when we would've had Kimmie? She's 17 right now…"

"Nnnngh…" Drakken paused, thinking. "I suppose I would've been… 24?"

"Ha! Now I know how old you are," Shego said like it was something she'd been working to wheedle out of him for a while.

"Nnnnnnngh… Shego…" It was clearly irking him, but the only words he could come up with were grunts and her name.

"I'm kidding, Doctor D."

"Not the time to tease me, Shego," he said with some finality, waving a finger in her face.

Strangely, Shego seemed to back down, stopping his finger with a handhold. "Okay, Doc, I get it…" She grabbed his hand fully. "I'm just…" Sighing, she looked away.

"I know," he uttered in a low, tired voice. "So, I would've been 24…"

"And I would've been 16. I'll be gracious and say that we ended up having her when I was a late 16, so you would've gotten me preggers earlier, maybe around my birthday?"

Drakken's face heated up. "I, erm, nnngh…" Sputtering, he said, "I wouldn't do tha-.. I mean, I don't think I would've done that with someone as young as-.."

"Genetics don't lie," Shego said, placing her arms around his neck. "Looks like we got awfully busy back then…" She shrugged, but there was a hint of something Kim couldn't quite place in her tone. "Considering how hard it is for me to… Well, you know…"

"Shego…" Drakken placed his hands on her hips. He gave her a soft kiss then said, "No matter how this turns out…" He hugged her.

"I know, Doc…" She sighed and buried her head in his hair.

Kim suddenly felt ashamed. She was witnessing something she really, really shouldn't be. This was their home, after all, and she was violating sacred hospitality. The second she realized they weren't looking through the GJ documents she should've turned right back around and marched back to her room.

She snuck backwards and down the hall, intent on letting the two have their moment.