Hey guys! Winter break's coming up, so I'm gonna try to write these stories as much as I can. I hope to finish this one up!

I don't own Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, Monique, Rufus, Shego, Bueno Nacho, the Naco…need I go on? Never did, never will.

"You what?"

Kim squirmed in her seat and picked at her Naco, half-wondering why she had bought it in the first place. The things were heart attacks for sale. "Ron, it's hard enough to tell you guys without you freaking out like that."

Ron obediently closed his mouth, though his eyes remained wide.

"GF, why didn't you tell us?" Monique squeezed Kim's arm comfortingly. "We could've helped."

"It's not the kind of thing I can just talk about, Mo." Kim abandoned her Naco and began sucking down her soda like it was the last thing she would ever drink. "Sorry if I hurt your feelings."

"Hurt our feelings? Kim, you're the one who got ra-"

"Ssshhh!" Kim's hand came up and smothered Monique's words before she could fully form them. "Please, not so loud."

"Why tell us now?" Ron piped up. "What made you want to?"

"Ron, 'want' is not the word I would use."

Rufus popped his head out of Ron's pants pocket sleepily, his nose twitching. His tiny head turned in the direction of Kim's food, and he cocked his head in interest. Clambering up onto the table, he scampered over to her plate and squeaked, "Naco?"

"Go ahead, Rufus." Kim pushed the Naco over to him, watching absentmindedly as he dove in happily and started plowing through it. "Ron, ever think about feeding him normal naked mole rat food instead of a heart attack on a plate?"

"Kim!" Ron said, shocked. "The Naco is a wholesome staple of anyone's diet. Think about it; we have your four basic food groups here: the tortilla shell for your grains, lettuce for your veggies, wholesome 2% beef for your meat, and nacho cheese for your dairy group."

"That's not healthy," Kim argued. "And you forgot a couple groups."

While Ron stared up at the stucco ceiling of Bueno Nacho, trying to recall the food pyramid from health class, Monique broke in. She wasn't as easily distracted as he was. "Kim, why are you telling us this now?"

Kim drew a breath. "There was someone in there with me."

"E, right?"

"No, not E." Kim's hand unconsciously drifted to cover her stomach. "Not him. There was another girl in the bed next to mine."

Monique's eyes widened in understanding. "Oh."

"He made us watch each other while he…while he…" Kim's voice began trembling.

"I get it, Kim." Monique looped an arm around her friend's shoulders. "You don't need to explain this part."

Kim nodded gratefully, sniffling a little and wiping away a single tear. "Thanks."

"No prob. So, about this girl…who was she?"

Kim glanced away. "I didn't know her then. I could barely see her face; it was too dark. When I woke up after…after it happened, the police were there, and she was gone. I asked about her, but they said I had been alone when I was found. I didn't even know if she had survived, or if E had just done something with her body."

"But you know now, don't you?" Ron cut in, still staring at the ceiling. Both girls looked up at him, surprised; they had thought he was still trying to remember the food pyramid. "That's why you're bringing this up again."

"Y…yes." Kim nodded slowly. "I know now. She's alive."

"Who is she?" Monique asked, a little too loudly.

"Ssshh!" Kim hissed again, glancing around furtively. "Here's not the best place to tell you. I can tell you that I've known her for a while and just haven't recognized her…until yesterday."

"What happened yesterday?" Ron inquired, simultaneously dragging Rufus away from the Styrofoam plate before he could start chewing on it.

Kim closed her eyes for a moment, remembering everything that had happened: the fall, Shego's unexpected assistance, her blackout, awakening in a total panic and refusing to calm down until Shego was beside her. She shivered involuntarily; she could almost still feel the freezing snow on her skin.

"Kim, you okay?" Monique tapped Kim's shoulder. "You cold or something?"

Kim nodded. To Ron she said evasively, "We ran into each other and she walked me home."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that." A sheepish expression crept over Ron's face. "My 'Seven Layers of Heaven' cake was in high demand by the teachers."

"It's okay," Kim replied, though internally she couldn't decide if she was jealous or sour. "If you hadn't had to stay, I probably would have never found out who she really was."

Ron beamed, remaining oblivious to the tiny hint of sarcasm in Kim's tone. "Any time, KP."

Rufus mimicked his master, spreading his tiny pink arms wide and showing off even more of his buck teeth. "An' time!"

Kim smiled at the tiny rodent, and then at Ron. No matter what they did, it was hard to stay mad at them for long.

"Sooo?" Monique prompted eagerly. "You gonna tell us who she is?"

"Maybe. You guys probably wouldn't believe me."

"Try us," Ron returned.

"No, I'm serious. She's all tough and sarcastic on the outside, but inside, she's more fragile than I am. You two – especially you, Ron – would need some convincing."

Monique shrugged. "I'm game. Will you tell us now?"

"I'll show you. She's waiting for us in the park."

Shego had been lounging in the park for a good two hours. She had melted the ice off of the bench before actually sitting on it, but it didn't retain the warmth of the plasma for long. She could feel the freezing metal slats everywhere they touched her, and it wasn't comfortable in the slightest. From her extensive collection of green and black clothes (because honestly, can we expect anything else from Shego?) she had chosen a pair of black skinny jeans, forest green fleece-lined boots, a dark green sweater with a small black S stitched on the front, and a matching green jacket. She checked her watch lazily (green and black again!) and sighed.

"Five thirty," she muttered. "You'd think Pumpkin would make it over here faster."

Then she heard the distinct noise of a car approaching and then stopping some distance away.

Sounds like an old model Mustang. Good muscle car. Hope it comes in green. She absently leaned down, still sitting on the bench, plucked a snow-covered blade of grass from the ground, and twirled it between her long fingers. I really wish I had my iPod right now. It's boring just sitting here.

"So, will you tell us now?" came a voice, seemingly riding the breeze to reach Shego's ears. The buffoon. Of course.

"She's here, Ron. You can see for yourself once we get to the pond."

"What pond?" Ron grumbled. "It's all ice this time of year."

Shego smirked, closing her eyes and reclining on the bench. Stoppable can be so sour sometimes. Kind of like me…whoa, whoa, whoa, I did not just think that I was similar to the buffoon.

The voices of Kim, Ron, and Monique continued to draw nearer, but Shego tuned out what they were saying. She stared at the inside of her eyelids silently, still toying with the blade of frostbitten grass. You'd think Kimmie would make them move faster.

After a couple of minutes, Shego heard the three sets of footsteps come to a dead halt.

"Hey!" Kim protested. "What gives?"

"Don't move, Kim," Ron whispered. "Shego's here."

Another smirk played about Shego's lips. If Stoppable honestly thinks I can't hear him from here, he's more of a buffoon than I thought.

"What's Shego doing here?" Monique hissed.

Kim started to answer, but Ron cut her off. "It doesn't matter. Kim's gonna do her thing where she kicks Shego's butt and carts her off to the police. Right, Kim?"

Shego stood up, stretching in a way that slightly resembled a feline. She opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on the trio who had just crested the hill nearby, sauntering toward them.

"You know what, buffoon," she said silkily as she neared, "I wouldn't be talking if I were you. Half the time Kimmie wins, and half the time I win. I figure you've got a fifty/fifty chance of survival should I decide that I'm insulted by your words. Get it?"

Ron's eyes widened and all the color drained from his face. "Kim, do something…"

Kim approached Shego slowly, her eyes never once leaving the villainess's. Shego simply stood there and waited for Kim to reach her.

"I was beginning to think you had forgotten," she said quietly once the redhead was within whispering distance.

"No. No way." Kim shook her head vehemently. "Ron wanted Bueno Nacho."

"Ah."

"And Shego?"

"Hmm?"

"Please don't kill my friends. They're…well, my friends."

Shego shrugged as the pair traipsed back through the ankle-deep snow to where Ron and Monique were standing, slack-jawed with fright from being so close to the feared villainess who was wanted in eleven countries.

"Kim, what are you doing?" Ron managed. "Fight her off already!"

Kim glanced at Shego, who nodded almost imperceptibly, before replying. "Ron, Monique, I asked Shego to come here. She's the girl I was talking about. The girl tied to the other bed."

Ron and Monique's reactions were polar opposites. Monique could only stand there, staring at Shego like she was either a goddess or a demon – most likely the latter. Ron, however, folded his arms, a totally uncharacteristic smirk curling the corners of his lips. "I don't believe it."

"Here we go," Kim groaned, rolling her eyes. "Ron, I tried to tell you-"

"You're trying to tell me that Shego, the Shego, got raped and couldn't fight the rapist off? She allowed herself to get captured and just vanished after it happened? Well, okay, I can understand the vanishing part; that's more like Shego. But letting herself get raped? She couldn't plasma blast him or anything?"

Shego flinched every time Ron used the 'r' word. "I know someone who's gonna get plasma blasted in a second, you-"

Ron plowed right over her words like they hadn't been spoken in the first place. "This is so unlike you, Kim. You're befriending the enemy! She's probably lying about being that other girl. She probably dug into your past and found it, thinking something like, 'Oh hey, here's something else I can torture my teenage arch foe with.' Did that ever occur to you, Kim?"

Monique could see that Ron's words were not meant to be spiteful; he was just confused, even by his standards. However, she could also see how uncomfortable both Kim and Shego were, and she suddenly realized the truth. Shego was that mystery girl, and Kim was sure of it.

"What Ron means, Kim," she broke in, giving Ron a pointed glare, "is that he just wants to see some proof."

Ron squirmed under Monique's burning gaze, changing tack at top speed. "Uh…sure. Yeah. Got any?"

Shego and Kim exchanged uncomfortable glances, and this time Ron caught it. He had never seen Shego look uncomfortable or scared before.

"Yeah," Kim said after a moment. "Remember when I explained the whole E thing to you?"

Ron and Monique nodded slowly and said simultaneously, "Yeah…"

Kim glanced at Shego again, who nodded. The redhead bit her lip, unzipped her jacket, and pulled up her shirt slightly, shivering as the frigid breeze hit the skin of her stomach. The E-shaped scar was there, pink against her pale skin and standing out like a giraffe in New York City. She looked at Shego to see she was doing much the same, except she was doing it much more slowly. The identical scar glared out from its permanent place on her concave stomach, her pale green skin tinting it an odd shade of darker green.

"She has the mark, too," Kim said softly.

Epiphany for Monique and Ron! I wonder how they'll take it! (I wonder how Shego's taking it inside...) Just food for thought for my lovely readers!