Chapter 2: Naco Goodness

Kim Possible, lying on her bed, sighed longingly over her predicament once more.

Not three days ago she'd had to fight off the nutty blue Doctor Drakken and his attempt to burn a hole through the Earth's crust and to the mantle below, creating a magma flow that would potentially eradicate several neighboring cities. From there he would hold various parts of the world at ransom lest they suffer the same fate.

Of course, the idea was just…weird. But Kim, and her best friend Ron Stoppable, were still on the scene to deal with him. And once again Kim had had to fight off Shego…except this time, Shego had been wearing the jacket Kim had been wanting for days. And the worst part was…she seemed to know, somehow, that Kim wanted it.

Well, okay; maybe it had something to do with Kim shouting, "My jacket!" the first time she'd seen the other girl wearing it. Still, it seemed the thief took every chance she got to flaunt what she had while deriding Kim's own fashion and hygiene senses. Kim knew she wasn't out of the style loop…but the problem was, she didn't usually have the means to keep up with it.

Which meant those little verbal barbs had stung somewhat.

She sighed again. Ron had given her the very jacket she'd longed for after he earned something of a windfall from his short-lived work at Bueno Nacho. The fast-food place was Ron's favorite, and Kim couldn't deny having a craving every once in a while, but as for working there? While it was…regrettable that she couldn't have afforded the jacket on her own, she should never have listened to her parents and applied for a part-time job there.

First it was Ned, the assistant manager that had ridden her and Ron during the earliest parts of their shifts. The guy was a class-A jerk. And then Ron—Ron, of all people!—and Rufus, his pet naked mole rat, had completely shown her up in doing something as stupidly simple as pressing a button to dispense cheese-flavored goo.

She took a deep breath to calm herself down before working into a frustrated rage again. Getting angry with Ron and Rufus wasn't the answer, she knew. She just wasn't used to anyone schooling her so easily!

Deciding she should probably sleep it off, she picked herself up off the bed, closed her window, and ambled to her closet. Opening the door, she gasped in shock.

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Shego felt pretty good about herself right at the moment.

Oh, sure, a few days ago she'd been trapped inside a giant melting lake of cheese thanks to that Kim Possible and her friend turning Doctor D's "mag-machine" on the very building housing it. As the place melted to goo she'd heard him screaming about thinking the building was only coated in cheese…and then the perky voice of the tour guide they'd bypassed hours earlier explaining that Oh, golly, no, the place was all cheese, and that that was a common misconception, don'chaknow…

Only nearly drowning in melted cheese had saved the woman from Shego frying her and her annoying accent on the spot.

Riding in the paddy wagon afterward was bad enough; doing so while both she and Doctor D reeked of cheese was worse. So she'd knocked out the guards quickly and burned a hole through the rear door locks, getting the both of them free so she could get into the shower. In fact, the idea of a good, long, hot shower was so tempting at the time, that she almost let them take the two to the slammer first…except she knew they had a fallback lair close to the site of the failed Wisconsin Cheese Takeover scheme, which meant breaking out yielded a sooner shower.

The reason for her good mood, though, was a feeling of smug superiority. She'd seen how the little princess had reacted to her sarcastic zingers about wardrobe choice and skin care, and had taken particular delight in taunting her with the jacket Shego had nicked from a Club Banana store near the cheese building.

And then there was the look Kim had had when Shego first dropped that nickname on her. That had almost ruined her fighting composure, right there.

She leaned back in the seat she occupied in Drakken's planning lair, allowing her mind to travel back over the brief wrestling match their fight had become.

[—

"The buffoon is nothing," hollered Drakken. "Find Kim Possible!"

Shego did as told, hunting for the red-haired girl she'd last seen duck behind one of the souvenir cases. She kept her eyes moving, looking for any trace of that easy-to-recognize hair.

The two nearly bumped into each other a few seconds later, having come around the same corner, from opposing directions, at the same time. Kim recovered first, backflipping away with the practiced ease of a professional gymnast. Shego gave chase after a second, and the two began to fight.

The girl once again proved frustratingly hard to hit, and Shego felt herself getting angry…until Kim committed a rookie mistake, leaving her legs open for the barest handful of seconds.

Shego took the shot, sweeping her legs out and backing away. As soon as Kim tried to right herself Shego pounced, pinning her to the ground.

"Lesson time, Princess," she said, smirking. The smirk widened to a grin when Kim's eyes widened in surprise.

"…With that trendy coat weighing you down?" Kim responded, eyes narrowing in challenge, the barest of tiny smiles twitching the corners of her mouth up.

With that, Kim rolled them both over, fighting for control with Shego, until she managed to get her legs curled up under Shego and kicked her away.

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The battle had been fun, though marred by defeat and cheese. With as acrobatic as Kimmie was, it was like trying to chase down a wet bar of soap that could fight back. It wasn't often that Shego got that sort of workout, in spite of how it had ended.

Still…she was more than a little annoyed about Kim having shown up anyway, apparently ignoring the note she'd left the last time. Then again, she considered, it wasn't like she had signed it…so probably Princess had simply ignored it.

Guess I'll try again, this time so she knows who it's from.

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Kim's eyes nearly popped out of her head—or at least, it felt like they should have—as she stared at the scene in her walk-in closet.

The clothing was different—a simple short-sleeved top and black jeans—but the coloring…the hair…and the skin were unmistakable.

Automatic responses overrode her shock, and Kim blinked. Shego was standing in her closet. Hanging something up, it appeared, but still! She shouldn't be here!

"You shouldn't be here!"

Shego paused in the act, caught red-hangared. "Um. Doy?" she smirked.

"But…" The sitch was so bizarre she wasn't even reacting the right way. She'd met the older girl all of twice, but since they'd been opponents she should be trying to kick her out ten seconds ago!

And yet Kim just…stood there. Something about just how brazen Shego was acting was throwing off her reflexes.

Shego, for her part, raised her eyebrows. "But…?" she prompted, drawing the word out.

"But you shouldn't be here," the freshman repeated lamely. "This is my house!"

"I repeat: Doy." Calmly Shego finished whatever she was doing before stepping out of the closet, past a still-gawking Kim.

With effort, the amateur crime-fighter broke herself out of her shock. "Look. Why are you even here? Give me one good reason I shouldn't call my parents."

"I just wanted to see how the other half lives," Shego replied, "and knocking on doors just isn't my style." She shrugged. "As for your parents? If you were going to call them, I figure you'd have done it already."

Kim blinked. It wasn't the greatest logic, but she had a point. "Um…why do you want to see how the other half lives?"

"What, you've never scoped out the Bad Guys in their element before?"

"I've never had a bad guy before."

"Ooh, so does that mean I'm your first?"

"Wouldn't you be the second?" she asked, confused. "After all, there's that doctor guy you work for…"

The oddness of having a normal conversation with even her second bad guy didn't register at all to Kim.

"Drakken? Well, I suppose." Shego was a bit miffed that Kim hadn't gotten her mild innuendo.

"Yeah, him. What's up with him being blue, anyway?"

"Don't know, don't care," Shego replied. "I get paid, I do my thing, and that's that. Why, what about you? What's up with you and your website, anyway?"

Not liking the snide tone, or how Shego had repeated her question, Kim's eyes narrowed. "I help people. It's what I do."

"Yeah, well, you better stop 'doing' before they start 'expecting.'" There was extra bitterness in her voice now, but Kim didn't catch it.

"What do you mean?"

"Keep it up and you'll find out. And then I can say I told you so. Best to quit while you're ahead…and unhurt." With that she took two steps and vaulted over the windowsill, disappearing into the night once she cleared the light spilling out of Kim's open window.

Kim watched it happen, a tad bewildered. That had been…one of the stranger nights she'd had in a while. No, scratch that; it was the weirdest night ever.

Shego's last warning echoed around in her head for a few seconds before reminding her of something. She dug out the note she'd found a few nights ago lying on her face. Rereading it, she noted it did sound very similar to that warning.

It was a bit…disconcerting, to say the least. Either she had two people warning her out of her hobby, or Shego was trying extra hard to get her to quit. Why? Just so that she'd have an easier time of it on her side?

A death trap and two major fights in less than a week couldn't throw her…but this was somehow more personal. And it served to make Kim just a bit angry. She knew there were going to be threats to her physical wellbeing, but her father hadn't drilled his family motto into her head from a young age for nothing.

Anything, after all, was possible for a Possible.

Anything.

Including showing Shego who'd get to say "I told you so."

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A/N: Note, Kim's not really all that mature, still. She is, of course, only 14. And armed with all the invincibility of being a teenager, and her track record so far…well, let's just say I'm pretty convinced she wouldn't heed instructions (from her enemies, no less) to back off.