Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except for War Hawk, Tigress, Golden Arrow, Theygo, Artica, Metaphor, and Mischief. I wish I owned Shego and Drakken.

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"Thanks, Hego," Shego murmured. Hego wiped sweat from his brow.

"No problem," he grunted, pulling himself out of a six-foot-deep hole.

The villainesses seemed scared, backing away from the hole. Kim hadn't watched it being made like they had; she had called Ron and told him all that had happened, urging him to stay, telling him she'd be back tomorrow. Tonight, though, she was with them, her potential new group.

"We can't put her down there," Golden Arrow whimpered. War Hawk wrapped her arms around her and Golden Arrow sobbed into her shoulder, "No, no, no, no," she continued to chant this as using a system of ropes, they lowered the sleeping bag down carefully. Shego came forward with a box. She set it down, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"What did you bring?" Kim asked, kneeling beside Shego. Shego started pulling out the items, naming them as she did.

"Her Captain Jack Sparrow hat, her favorite book "Rachel's Tears", her rubber squeaking chicken she named Nebraska, her favorite stuffed animal Big Simba that she's had since she was two, a Rascal Flatts cd, and some pixie sticks. I also brought that bible you wanted, Metaphor," she handed it up to Metaphor. Each of Mischief's friends threw in an item after her, leaving only Nebraska.

"May I?" Kim asked. The other girls nodded and Kim threw Nebraska down. It fell with a squeak.

Metaphor flipped through the bible.

"I'm, um, going to read some scripture, but not Psalm 23. Mischief would hate it if we followed tradition," the girls laughed. Metaphor flipped to a page with a doodled-all-over bookmark stuck in it.

"This is her favorite; Psalm 34: I will extol the Lord at all times; his praise will always be on my lips. My soul will boast in the Lord, let the afflicted hear and rejoice. Glorify the Lord with me, let us exalt his name together. I sought the Lord, and he answered me; he delievered me from all my fears. Those who look to him are radiant, their faces are never covered with shame. This poor man called, and the Lord heard him; he saved him out of all his troubles. The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear him, and he delivers them. Taste and see that the Lord is good, blessed is the man who takes refuge in him. Fear the Lord, you his saints, for those who fear him lack nothing. The lions," Metaphor looked up, "or tigers," she added and then continued.

"May grow weak and hungry, but those who seek the Lord lack no good thing. Come, my children, listen to me; I will teach you the fear of the Lord. Whoever of you loves life and desires to see many good days, keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking lies. Turn from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it. The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous and his ears are attentive to their cry; the face of the Lord is against those who do evil, to cut off the memory of them from the earth. The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them, he delivers them from all their troubles. The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. A righteous man may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all; he protects all his bones, not one of them will be broken. Evil will slay the wicked, the foes of the righteous will be condemned. The Lord redeems his servants, no one will be condemned who takes refuge in him," Metaphor closed the bible.

"Seems like a pretty stupid favorite psalm for a villain. Turn from evil? Seek peace and pursue it? The face of the Lord is against those who do evil?" Artica laughed.

"No one's perfect," War Hawk reminded her.

"Aren't we supposed to, like, pray?" Hego asked, leaning on his shovel.

"Yeah. I volunteer Shego," Metaphor said. Shego shook her head.

"No, no way. Remember the one time I led our small group from church in prayer?"

"You were honest and the pastor didn't like it. But it's just us now, and you know how much Mischief revered honesty," Metaphor begged. Shego sighed.

"Fine, let's join hands and whatnot," They formed a circle and grabbed each other's hands.

"You're okay with this, right, Kim?" Shego asked. Kim nodded.

"Oh yeah, I'm a Christian."

"Okay, let's close our eyes, bow our heads, and no peeking," Kim closed her eyes and bowed her head, "Dear God, I know we haven't had our daily talk over breakfast lately, but You know I hate praying in other people's houses I don't know very well. I'd appreciate it if You'd take away that guilt trip for not being totally outfront about my faith. Anyway, back to business...I don't know why You take people like Mischief and let people like me live. Everyone knows she's a way better person than I will ever be, but I guess I'm just looking at the small picture. No one knows what Your big scheme is, especially me, so I'm just going to trust You that this is going to work out for good. Uh, that's it. Amen?" They opened their eyes, straightened their heads, and dropped their hands.

"That was poetic. Simply beautiful," Artica jeered. Shego shrugged.

"He created stuff like ostriches. I think He has a sense of humor," she looked over at Hego, "It's time," she decided. The girls nodded and followed Shego to where they had parked their cars, "Can I ride with you?" Shego asked Kim.

"Sure, but I'm driving," Kim smiled at her. Shego smiled back and got into the passenger's seat.

Hego picked up his shovel and began pouring the dirt back into the grave. Shego looked away as though in pain. Kim took her hand, trying to think of something uncorny and unhollow to say. Instead, she pulled away as fast as she could, following the other girls in their car.

"Where are we going?" Kim asked.

"To our clubhouse. No one knows about it, except us...and now you," Shego looked at Kim, "Do you want to be part of us?" she asked.

"Do I have to become a villain?" Kim asked hesitently. Shego laughed.

"No, of course not. It just means we're close friends. You make a pledge, shed some blood, and then you're one of us."

Shed blood? Kim wasn't sure if she liked that phrase.

"They want to go and kill Tigress," Kim looked at Shego as she said that. Shego took a shaky breath, "Eye for an eye. Well, War Hawk doesn't want to kill her, but her and I are the only ones that don't. I don't want to launch into a full scale war like that, 'cause I know Tigress is going to call up her allies if we threaten her, I don't know if we'll all come out alive. I couldn't live with myself if I lost another BFF," Shego turned to the window. It was beginning to rain. Mischief loved the rain.

"I can see from both points of view. I think if you went in and caught Tigress by surprise you could...but that's not the best option. But you can't just let her get away with something like this," Kim argued with herself.

"I have to for now," Shego murmured. Kim glanced at Shego.

"Why aren't you going after her?" She asked, turning on the windshield wipers. Shego took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Tigress would kill me if she knew I knew. You have to swear to never tell a soul what I'm about to tell you."

"I promise," Kim said solemnly, her heart pounding. Shego took another deep breath.

"Tigress is pregnant," she whispered. Kim slammed on the breaks, narrowly avoiding crashing into Artica's Corvette. They had come to a red light, apparently.

"WHAT?!"

"I thought the same thing. Mischief found out first; she wrote it in Chinese letters on her hand because she knew if the other girls found out it would be the cover story of the next issue of "Villainess". Call me nosey, butI looked through Tigress's things while everyone was preoccupied with Mischief's viewings. Tigress is adopted, that's nothing new, but apparently there are others like her."

"Others like her... Where did you find this?"

"She didn't sign out of her e-mail address. She's been talking with one of them, the only male of the group. There's about five half human, half cats left and they're trying to repopulate from some disaster. I wondered why Tigress didn't just come out and kill me," Shego turned to Kim, "We have to keep the girls at bay at least until Tigress has her baby. Tigress will probably give it to one of the other catgirls and no one will be the wiser but us and her."

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Drakken stood, looking over the Atlantic from a cliff not far from the treehouse. He and Shego were the same in this area; neither dealt well with death. He felt regret tug at his heart. Mischief might have loved him and he belittled her, making up excuses so he didn't have to deal with her. She had been a very nice girl; sweet, loving, comical. He wished he had tried to return her affection. Who knew? Maybe they would've fallen in love. This regret wasn't new, though. He had plenty of regrets, and not just about love.

Speaking of which, he thought, seeing a figure come towards him with an umbrella.

"What are you doing out here alone, Drew?" Theygo asked, holding the umbrella over him. He looked into her beautiful yellow eyes.

"Your son's burying Mischief and the other girls ditched me," Theygo laughed. He missed her laugh.

"Nothing new, then?" She looked over the cliff at the ocean. "You know I never really loved him, don't you?" She said softly.

"I was hoping you'd grow to love Yougo," he said, wondering at her past tense. She seemed to notice his question.

"Yougo was executed a few weeks ago. If it wasn't for Amy's testimony, I would've been, too. I should thank her, but I'm too ashamed of what I've done to her."

"I think she'd appreciate hearing from you. Tim didn't recognize me when I became Dr. Drakken, but after we met face-to-face he did. I think we've buried the hatchet, so to speak," he glanced at her. She stared at the ocean and he could almost see the memories in her eyes.

"I've been given a second chance, Drew. I want to make things right," she turned to him and he recognized that crazy look in her eyes, "Shego's going to take a few personal days to help settle things with Mischief, so what do you say me and you run off to Vegas?" He stared at her as though she was crazy.

"Theygo, your childrens' father just died and you want to introduce me as their stepfather a few weeks after?" He asked in amazement.

"I'm tired of living for others!" She declared. She looked at him, "Are you still in love with Debbie?" He shook his head.

"No, I've come to grips with that."

"Then, come on. I can be packed in fifteen."

"It's not always a good thing when someone says you haven't changed a bit," he muttered, walking away. Each step he took hurt like a thousand knives to his heart.

He wanted her. He wanted her real bad. But he had to think about Shego and Hego and Mego and the twins. He didn't think they liked him and it would be worse if he suddenly came into their family so soon after their father's death. That is, if Shego even knew he was dead.

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Kim was in the middle of their initiation rights thing. She had survived a Q&A and had taken her oaths. Now Shego, who had been sitting beside her this entire time, had gotten up and was going to a dresser.

"Keep in mind we were in, like, fourth grade when we came up with this. Our teacher had just read "Indian in the Cupboard" and we were very close and not thinking of any consequences," War Hawk warned as Shego opened the first drawer. Nothing good could come after that statement. Shego opened an old cigar box and pulled out a sharp razor, handing it to Golden Arrow.

"In the book, Little Bear the indian and Boone the cowboy, they, uh..." War Hawk hesitated. Golden Arrow cut a small nick into her wrist and passed it to Metaphor, "...they cut their wrists and then tied their arms together..." Metaphor did the same and passed it down to Artica, "...it was to make them blood brothers. The boy, Omri, he thought it was an indian tradition..." Artica copied and gave it to War Hawk. She cut herself, continuing to talk, "...but it really isn't. We didn't think about how we could get diseases from each other, but it only makes it more of a trust thing," she passed it to Shego, who cut her wrist.

"You don't have to do this," Shego said passively, handing the razor to her.

"I want to," Kim said.

"You have to make it long and on both arms so we can all fit," War Hawk said. Kim bit her lip and then dug in, dragging the razor upward. She then did it to her other arm. She felt so emo. She looked up and saw approval in the girl's eyes.

"Mischief was always a good judge of character," Metaphor commented.

It was choatic as they all tried to duct tape their wrists to Kim's arms. There was a lot of giggling and talking, pratically sitting on each other's laps to all fit. Kim laughed, looking around. She had never gotten along well with other girls; they were catty, so willing to stab each other in the back. Kim had never wanted to be hurt as deeply as she had seen some girls. So, she kept girls at a distance. Even Monique hadn't been let in to Kim's more personal levels. Only Ron, who was a boy, really knew her well.

But looking at these girls she knew they would not willingly backstab her, not even Shego. They were there for each other, sharing each others' secrets and crying on each others' shoulders, through thick and thin, storm or fair weather. This was what Kim wanted, to have friends like them. And she was ready to put her heart out on the line for them.

END

Well, that's the first story. I'll try to have the next sequel up shortly. Thanks for reading.