-1Ron stared at the motel room ceiling, trying to figure out what to do. Almost two weeks ago he had followed Kim to Phoenix, and from there is was almost impossible to find the girl. It wasn't as if he was doing it blindly either, Wade had control of the aerial recon via satellite, but still he couldn't seem to find her.

Or rather, once he found her he couldn't keep up with her. She seemed intent on avoiding him, and went as far as leaping off buildings, diving into flooded canals and once leaping off an overpass onto a large delivery truck.

Rolling onto his side, he considered giving up. He probably wouldn't be able to catch her with the way things were going, and it was depressing. Slowly he dug the Ron-Com out of his pocket and clicked it on. "Any luck Wade?"

The boy shook his head, "None. She's not showing up on any of my camera feeds which means she's probably laying low right now."

"I've been wondering something… what if she wore a disguise or dyed her hair?"

The boy leaned back in his seat and stretched, "Not a chance. I'm running programs that match walking patterns, facial recognition and a few other biometric patterns. Even if she shaved her head and dressed up like a boy she wouldn't get by this system."

"I was afraid of that…." Ron paused for a moment, reconsidering his thought. "Alright Wade I need you to contact Team Go and Global Justice and give them a heads up. We'll probably need their help keeping things under control for a while." He rolled back onto his back, still holding the device so that the boy could see him. "And two last things. Try and see if you can pin down where Shego escaped too, we may need to see if she'll help find Kim. It's a long shot, but you never know with her."

"And the other thing?"

Ron slowly sat up, "You ever hear of the Yamanouchi Ninja School?"

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Kim crawled into her new home beneath the expanses of a freeway underpass, tired, sore, and hungry. Waving a couple of pigeons away from her backpack she used it as a pillow as she managed to go to drift to sleep to the echoing sounds of passing vehicles overhead.

"You killed me Kim." The gentle and ever smiling face of Shego was there, as it had been for long enough that it was becoming hard to tell if she ever dreamed anything else. She ignored the specter, and mentally tried to push away into the depths of her own mind. This was a dream, nothing more.

Familiar talon-tipped gloves dug into her arms as Shego grabbed the redhead's shoulders, their eyes locking together. "You killed me Princess."

"I can't kill a dream "Shego"."

"Do dreams hurt?" There was pain now as the talons dug into her flesh, blood trickling down her arms and falling with soft wet plops onto the dark floor beneath them.

"I guess they do." Kim gritted her teeth as she fought the urge to cry out as the hands started to glow burning her flesh, both cooking the skin and sealing the wounds. Hurting and healing her.

Her head slammed into the pale green woman's face, causing her to stumble back, clutching the gash that Kim had made.

"Why are you hurting me Kimmie?"

Kim growled, the fire starting to boil in her veins. Her voice erupted from her throat, "I thought you said you where dead! How can I hurt the dead?"

The bleeding woman was silent for a moment, but only a moment. Her face was hidden beneath the long hair as the sound of blood gently plopping against the floor echoed through the darkness. "You hurt me by hurting yourself Princess…Don't pretend you didn't know…that you didn't feel it. I. Am. You." Slowly the pale woman's eyes met Kim, her face no longer the angular one of Shego's, but her own, streaked with crimson from the gash on her forehead. "After all, this is a dream. And in it all things are you."

Kim sat up with a startled gasp, sharp causing her to cradle her now throbbing head, the warm gushing of her newly scraped forehead forcing her to remember the dream.

She hadn't killed Shego… She'd killed herself. But if she wasn't Kim Possible, then who was she?"

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Shego patiently waited on her cell phone to come off of hold. She typically didn't like being put on hold, but this was different. The jazz music was a plus too. Her hips swayed unconsciously as she paced her suite. After what seemed like too long, good music or not, a voice answered sweetly, "Thank-you for calling HenchCo, my name is Sara, how may I direct your call?"

"I want to talk to Jack Hench."

"I'm sorry ma'am, but he's in a meeting right now. If you would like to leave a message I can give it to him when he gets out."

The sweet tone almost made Shego gag, "Two things before I decide to come down there in person. First off, never, ever call me "ma'am". My name is Shego. Secondly what I have to talk to him is more important than any meeting he could possibly be in right now, and unless you want me to implant that headset your probably wearing right now into your nasal cavity your going to get him on this line, understand?"

There was a small whimpering sound over the line and the voice came back shaky, but still as polite as possible, "I'm not allowed to bother him with calls."

"Trust me on this-"

"Sara."

"Okay, trust me on this Sara, he won't mind at all, and if he does I'll come down there and pay him a visit. Just tell him Shego wants to talk to him, and that if he doesn't take the call he'll hate himself forever because his nuts will be on my mantle, okay?"

"Yes ma-Shego….Please hold." The line clicked and the jazz music came back on. Calming down the pale woman plopped down onto the foot of her bed and adjusted the form fitting turtleneck she was wearing slightly.

The music cut out and a familiar voice came over it, "Jack Hench speaking."

"Jackie! Good to see that you do know how to use a phone!"

"Shego. And what do you want today? Another jet? A new bodysuit? I saw on the news how your last one looked after you crashed into that tower."

"Oddly enough that brings me to why I'm calling you Jackie-boy."

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Her eyes had dark circles under them. It'd been almost sixteen days since she'd had more than twenty minutes of sleep in a day.

"Hey Princess." Slowly the black and green clad woman made her way over to where the redhead sat. Her boots hung freely like Kim's feet as cars raced by on the highway below. "I'm not mad about the other night you know."

Kim didn't say anything for a moment, "I know."

"I was a real bitch acting like that. I was just caught up in the moment."

"I know."

They sat there silently for a little while as cars zoomed below.

"You hungry?" Shego looked over at the exhausted redhead.

"A little bit."

"Come on, I'll get you something to eat."

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Ron made his way across the street towards a local Burger Hut and froze when he saw Kim inside sitting in a booth calmly eating a cheeseburger. She looked exhausted.

Walking inside he watched her, almost afraid that she'd vanish. Slowly he slipped into the seat across from her.

"KP?"

"That's Shego's seat," the redhead didn't look up from her fries, slowly taking her time to chew the bite of food in her mouth.

"KP, it's Ron? Your best friend from Pre-K? The guy you kissed at Prom?" He gently touched her hand, and she froze, her eyes locking in his, slowly growing larger as realization seemed filter through her mind at what happened.

"I'm sorry Ron…. I need to go…." She slowly started to get up and he pulled back slowly.

"Just tell me what Shego has to do with you running away without any warning."

"I…I wanted to kill her Ron…. I wanted to kill her."

Ron couldn't manage to say anything as she quickly walked away, jogging across the parking lot as she left the building. Kim wanted to kill Shego?

He sighed and tried to think, suddenly finding himself not hungry anymore. He needed to talk to Wade. It seemed that things were more complicated than he'd hoped.

For yet another time in his life Ron felt powerless. And for once, he hated the feeling.

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A/N: And thus the second chapter ends!