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"So," her voice was like velvet, "if you ever want to see Shego again, outside her funeral of course," the pale girl smiled wickedly, as though amused by the prospect, "then you will let me pass."

Kim's conflicting emotions were threatening to tear her apart. She felt an overwhelming desire to protect the green-skinned woman who had once been her greatest rival, but now lay behind her on the ground, dying. She just wasn't sure how to. This girl, who looked like she was seventeen, at the absolute oldest, claimed to be able to save Shego…but something about her just wasn't right. Scratch that. Everything about her wasn't right. It looked like she hadn't seen the sun in years, the way she moved was just…off, and bright yellow? Definitely not a natural eye color. 'Not for humans at least.' The heroine mused. 'And not to mention the fact that the closer she gets to me, the more my body tells me to run.' She frowned. Yep, something was definitely wrong with this picture.

And yet…Kim found herself wanting to believe the girl, wanting to let her help. 'Maybe because I can't do anything about it myself…' Guilt clawed at the teen until, very reluctantly, she relaxed her stance, and distanced herself from Shego slightly. Kim glanced back at Shego, and prayed that it wasn't too late; that she could still be saved. "Please, do what you can." She implored, and turned to face the strange girl who had offered to "help." But when she looked to where the girl had been standing, she saw nothing but the darkness of the night. Her last hope was gone, vanished without a trace.

Kim clenched her fists in anger, and took a deep breath. Even if there was nothing else she could do, she would wait with Shego, and comfort her, until the ambulance arrived. She turned, tears welling in her olive eyes, and steeled herself to do whatever was necessary to help her former enemy. What she saw nearly made the teen hero cry out in shock. The girl was already there, kneeling next to Shego, moving her pale hand over the green-skinned woman's body, examining it maybe? But she never actually touched the woman. Her hand merely hovered less than an inch over the villianess' black and green costume. Kim was sure that she had only turned away for a second, and there was no way that anyone could move that swiftly. Even she and Shego couldn't have done that. "How did you…?" She inquired, her eyes wide with newfound fear.

The girl ignored her, and kept about her work, gently smoothing Shego's normally beautiful black hair, which had gone frizzy from the electricity. She leaned farther down, her face now only centimeters from the woman's green ear. "You're dying." She murmured, gently moving a few strands of hair from Shego's face.

"Like hell I am." Shego responded defiantly, and for the first time in minutes, opened her eyes to glare at the girl who felt the need to, so insensitively, remind her of her fate.

"You said it yourself," the girl's voice was oddly soothing, "you have little time left." She ran her white fingers tenderly down Shego's cheek, which made her shiver. Her hands were colder than ice! The girl laughed at Shego's response, and even her laugh sounded almost musical. "You're heartbeat is faint…" her brow furrowed in worry. If too much more time passed, even she would be unable to prevent Shego's death. "Even I can hardly hear it." Her voice was a whisper, and Shego shivered again, not because of the cold this time, but because she knew that the weird girl speaking to her was right. She could feel her energy slipping away; she was getting weaker by the second.

"But still, you refuse to admit defeat." She let out a small sigh. "Your bravery is admirable, but it won't do you any good if you're dead." She shook her head, her black hair swaying with the movement of her head. "No, that won't do at all, will it?" She reached down and touched Shego's hand, which the villianess immediately pulled away. Shego's entire body tensed in reaction to the pain the small movement caused, but she kept her face neutral. "I'm offering you a choice," the girl's voice suddenly took on a serious tone. "Either you can stay here, and live out the rest of your rather short life in agony," she paused, letting her words sink in, "or you can let me help you, and live." The girl then moved backwards, and sat on her haunches. "But it's your choice of course. I can't force you to do anything."

"Kim…" Shego's voice was little more than a hoarse whisper.

"Shego, please…" The hero made her way to Shego's side- opposite the other girl- and kneeled down. "I don't want you to die," she whispered, biting her lip to keep from crying. Shego smiled, "don't worry, Princess, I'm not going anywhere." She shifted her gaze from Kim, to the girl who was waiting patiently for her response. "I want to live," she choked out. It felt wrong, accepting help from the girl, hell, Shego didn't like letting anyone help her, but for Kim, she'd do it. Besides, she didn't really want to die anyways…

"Good, I'm glad you decided to trust me after all," came the velvet voice, "I was almost afraid that you'd choose to die." She laughed softly, standing up "Now," she commanded, "close your eyes."

The second Shego had complied, they were gone. Kim felt a rush of air, and tried to comprehend what had just happened. She scanned the rooftop, hoping to find them, but as she had expected, Shego, and the girl who had presumably taken her, were nowhere to be found.

"KP!" Ron burst through the doors leading from the stairwell, waving and shouting. "An ambulance is on it's way and…" He trailed off, realizing that Kim was on her knees, staring blankly at the ground. And where was Shego? "Kim?" He inquired softly, moving closer, until he was even with his red-haired best friend. When she didn't respond, he kneeled too, and tilted her chin up so that she was facing him. Kim didn't resist, but averted her eyes. Couldn't Ron see that she didn't want to talk? The heroine's lower lip trembled, and she didn't bother fighting the impending tears this time. She collapsed into Ron, sobbing into his chest, "She's gone, Ron, it doesn't matter anymore."

"Shhh," Ron whispered, holding Kim, and gently stroking her hair in an attempt to calm her. "It'll be okay…" He didn't have a clue in hell what was going on, but suspected that it had something to do with the creepy girl from earlier…come to think of it, she had disappeared too. Something fishy was definitely going on here, but for the moment, he didn't dare ask questions. What mattered now was comforting Kim.

As the minutes passed, Kim's sobs slowly faded to short gasps of breath, which too faded, until she was silent again. Ron continued holding onto her, unsure of what the say. Luckily for him, Kim was the one to speak first.

"She took Shego, Ron..." Her voice was strained, and her face was red and blotchy from crying. "I don't know how...one second they were here, and the next, nothing..." She trailed off, shaking her head. "Whoever, no, whatever, she is, she's definitely not human, and she took Shego, and could be doing...God only knows what!"

A/N: Doo doo dooooo...I don't really know where I want this to go anymore.

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