Hey y'all! Sorry for the long wait; school's starting up again. New semester, new classes...bleh. Hope everyone had an amazing Christmas and a Happy New Year!

I don't own Kim Possible. If I did, I would bring it up at least to Season 7.

Monique was fully expecting an apocalypse for a few reasons.

One: Kim was late to Bueno Nacho because she was with Shego. The two were mortal enemies, or so Monique thought. Them spending time together without going for each other's throats was just too ferociously weird.

Two: Ron was about to fall asleep with a full plate of grande-sized Nacos in front of him. This was made even stranger by the fact that Ron hadn't eaten anything since his traditional breakfast Naco. He hadn't even gotten his midday snackage, to her knowledge.

Three: Rufus had stayed at Ron's house, miming a full stomach. In all the years she had known Ron, she had never seen him without his little naked mole rat buddy, nor had the rodent ever been full.

After almost ten minutes, Monique got sick of watching Ron drool. "Ron, either wake up and eat or go home and sleep."

Ron blinked and focused his gaze on the Nacos. "Oh…sorry. Just waiting for KP."

"'Just waiting for KP' wouldn't take away your appetite for Nacos, Ron." Monique leaned across the table, propping her head up with her hands. "Why're you buggin'?"

Ron took a halfhearted bite of one of his Nacos, ignoring the cheese sauce that dribbled down his chin. Monique, disgusted, leaned even further over and wiped it away with a napkin.

"Thanks," he acknowledged, and then sighed. "It's just this whole thing with Shego. I don't buy it."

Monique raised an eyebrow. "Really? 'Cause you're the most gullible person I know."

Ron scowled. "Funny." He took another bite of his Naco, practically gobbling the entire thing in an attempt to keep from dripping. "It's just weird. In all the years you're known Shego, would you have pegged her for the type to up and get herself raped?"

"Ron, getting raped isn't a choice," Monique admonished. "Give her a chance. That type of thing changes people, especially when they have to come out about it."

"I guess," Ron replied, sounding unconvinced. Suddenly, his gaze flicked to the window, watching as a familiar violet Sloth pulled up to park in between Monique's Mustang and his own scooter. "Hey, Kim's here."

The pair watched through the window as Kim got out of her car and walked to the passenger side door. She opened it with a dramatic flourish, bowing like a chauffeur would as another woman stepped out of the car and curtsied. Immediately, both women dissolved into laughter.

"Case in point," Monique said triumphantly, leaning back. "She's changed."

Shego and Kim walked into Bueno Nacho, still stifling giggles, and briefly looked around before approaching Ron and Monique's table.

"There you are," Ron said, a playful smile appearing out of nowhere on his face.

"Sorry, guys." Kim smiled apologetically. "I was out with Shego and we lost track of time."

Monique nodded in understanding. While Ron went back to attacking his platter of Nacos, she happened to glance down just below table level. Kim and Shego were holding hands, their fingers intertwined to the point where they looked impossible to untangle. Shego's pale thumb stroked Kim's hand rhythmically from time to time.

"Hey, Kim?" she asked suddenly. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Sure you can." Kim caught her friend glancing at their joined hands and stepped away hurriedly. Shego took no notice, acting like they had never been touching in the first place. "What's up?"

Monique jabbed a thumb pointedly at the restroom. "Privately."

Kim furrowed her brow and stepped to the side so Monique could slide out of the booth. The redhead allowed herself to be led to the small restroom of the Mexican restaurant, all the while maintaining her confused expression. "Is something wrong?"

Monique merely shook her head and shoved Kim into the restroom. As soon as the door latch clicked into place, she whirled back around to face her friend. "All right, spill."

Kim blinked; she could feel sweat collecting at her brow. She knew what this was about. "S…spill? About what?"

"About what? About what?" Monique clasped her hands and shook them in front of Kim's face. "This, girl! Why were you and Shego holding hands? TME!"

Kim bit her lip, trying to be subtle about it, but Monique noticed. "We weren't-"

"Don't pull that with me, GF. You're an awful liar, and I saw it either way." Monique's eyes widened and she let out a childlike gasp. "Is it what I think it is?"

"Depends." Kim avoided meeting her friend's gaze.

A slow smile spread across Monique's face. "You…and Shego…"

Kim closed her eyes and leaned against the stucco of the restroom wall. "Yeah. Yeah, that's it."

She braced herself for what she thought would be a barrage of questions and criticisms, but it was not forthcoming. Instead, Monique clasped her hands again and cooed, "Aww!"

Kim slowly opened her eyes. "You're not upset?"

"O' course not, girl!" Monique exclaimed. "You two are so cute in love!"

A hot blush spread across Kim's face, and she looked away again. "Mo…"

"What? It's true, and you know it." The mocha-colored girl lowered her voice mischievously. "Planning on knockin' her up soon?"

"Monique!" Kim blushed even more furiously at that comment. "No, thanks very much! Neither of us could handle it," she added in a lower voice.

Monique blinked; she couldn't quite believe that she had forgotten so quickly. "Sorry."

"S'ok." Kim shrugged halfheartedly. "I haven't even kissed her yet."

"Scared?"

"Uh-huh."

Monique patted Kim's shoulder comfortingly. "Why? You know Shego's afraid of the same thing. She has no reason to hurt you like Motor Ed did. Why would she?"

Kim didn't reply. She hugged herself tightly, wrapping her arms around her chest.

"If she's okay with it, go for it," Monique encouraged. "Just not here. Ron would freak out."

That elicited a laugh from the redhead. "That would be hilarious."

"Yeah, you'd think that until he sprays half-eaten Naco all over you."

At that moment, a familiar ringtone echoed throughout the bathroom. Kim, eager and grateful for a rescue, whipped her Kimmunicator out of her pocket and turned it on. "Wade! What's the sitch?"

Wade opened his mouth to speak and then paused briefly. "Kim…are you in the bathroom?"

Monique slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to muffle her laughter. Kim rolled her eyes and focused back on Wade, smiling slightly. "Just standing in front of the sink in Bueno Nacho, Wade. Find anything?"

Wade made a funny face, one that Kim didn't quite have a name for. "Kind of. He still hasn't been spotted anywhere so far as I can tell."

"So what did you find?" Kim pressed.

"Medical records…kind of."

"Again with the 'kind of'? What's that supposed to mean?"

Wade squirmed, grateful that Kim wasn't actually in the room with him. "I found evidence of medical records. They've been wiped too, but the evidence suggests something unusual."

"What?"

Wade shrugged. "I can't tell. Maybe he got a rare disease or something. I don't know if I can recover the info."

Kim sighed in disappointment. "It's okay, Wade. Don't overwork yourself." She turned the small device off and slipped it back into her pocket, biting her lip. "Mo…"

"Go on," Monique said soothingly. "Shego would want to know. I'll keep Ron busy."

"Wiped?" Shego repeated faintly, sitting down on the hood of Kim's car. "Everything?"

Kim nodded sadly, sitting down beside her girlfriend. "All he could find were the ghosts of some old medical records. He couldn't recover details."

"So we still know nothing about Motor Ed." Shego sighed and wrapped her arms around her chest uncomfortably. "I don't like this at all, Kimmie."

"Neither do I." Kim shrugged. "We could always call in a favor from GJ to guard us…"

"No," Shego said immediately. "Please, no. Anything but the cops."

Kim held up her hands defensively. "Okay, okay! No GJ. What do you suggest we do, then?"

Shego suddenly seemed very interested in drawing patterns in the frost on Kim's car hood. Kim watched as a flurry of conflicting emotions passed over her face, lingering for a moment in her emerald eyes.

"I don't know," she said finally. "I honestly don't know."

Kim heard a slight tremor in her voice; she scooted closer to the woman and embraced her gently. "He's not gonna hurt you, Shego. I'll make sure of that."

"What if he hurts you and I can't stop him?"

"Shego." Kim pulled away and looked her jade beauty in the eye. "You are the strongest woman I know. You can do anything you can set your mind to. You hear me? Anything." She took a deep breath and leaned in again, placing a swift peck on Shego's ebon lips. "That's why I love you."

Shego stiffened, obviously shocked by the unexpected contact. Kim felt this and drew away slightly, a confused and slightly hurt look on her face.

"What…was that?" the older woman managed to get out, her eyes wide.

"Sorry," Kim said quietly, glancing away. "I…I didn't mean to scare you. It's just…someone helped me realize that I had nothing to be scared about with you, and…and I've wanted to do that for a while, actually. I'm sorry…I shouldn't havmmmphh…"

Kim was cut off abruptly when Shego leaned in and pressed her lips against the eighteen year-old's softly. It was Kim's turn to be surprised; after a moment, though, she found herself succumbing to Shego's gentle kiss. Somehow, though both of their eyes were closed in contentment, their hands met, their fingers twining together with a gentle caress.

"It's gonna be hard without Kim or Rufus here," Ron complained.

"What, you think I'm gonna cheat?" Monique snatched one of the Nacos from Ron's plate and held it in a ready position in front of her mouth. "I'm insulted."

"We need a ref," Ron whined, though he was already reaching for a Naco. "It's not the same if you have to ref for yourself."

"Oh, hush. You ready?"

"Guess so." Ron licked his lips in preparation. "First to drip loses. Three…two…one…NACO!"

Both eighteen year-olds attacked their Nacos with a ferocity known only to them, wolfing down the Mexican combo like it was the last food they would ever see. To them, Naco-eating was an art. Monique tended to scarf down her entire meal without taking a sip of whatever drink she had, while Ron preferred to "keep his throat moist" as he put it. Periodically, Ron would break his gaze from his food and reach for his soda.

This went on for about three minutes. By that point, both of them were two-thirds of the way through their respective Nacos. Ron, licking his lips again though there wasn't anything there to lick off, glanced up to get his soda. His gaze flicked out the window and back to his drink briefly, and then he performed a spectacular double-take. His current bite of Naco stuck in his throat. His hazel eyes practically bugged out of his head as he leaned down over the table, coughing and attempting to hit himself on the back. Monique, knowing that no action was required as long as he was still coughing, stopped eating and watched her friend apprehensively.

"Ron?" she inquired when his coughing seemed to be lessening. "You okay?"

Ron blinked a few tears out of his eyes and cleared his throat again. "Mo?"

"Hmm?" Monique, satisfied that Ron was no longer going to choke, eyed her Naco hungrily.

"Am I hallucinating?"

"What?" Monique twisted around in her seat, following Ron's gaze. When she saw what he was looking at, she bit her lip and swore inwardly.

Kim and Shego were perched on the frosty hood of Kim's car together, kissing each other with a slow and gentle passion that made Monique want to "Aww!" despite the situation. Their hands were clasped together in the five-inch space between their bodies, Shego's pale jade skin standing out in stark contrast with Kim's own peach tones.

Monique groaned. Wasn't this the exact thing she had asked Kim not to do in front of her lifetime best friend?

"Yeah, you're hallucinating," she said, hoping Ron would buy it.

Ron scowled, his gaze still fixed on the couple outside in the chilly December air. "KP…and Shego? Dating?"

Monique didn't reply.

"That…that is just sick and wrong! Wrongsick! There are so many rules against them right now!"

Monique raised a slender eyebrow. "Again with the rules? They don't exist, Ron."

"I will not be dissuaded!" Ron pumped a fist in the air vehemently. "They're both women! They're on different sides of the law! Shego used to punch and kick Kim! And mean it! They were tougher than Pain King and Steel Toe! Shego's a complete and total bitch!"

"Ron!" Monique gasped. "She is not!"

"Not all the time, at least. This makes no sense! How can Shego suddenly like Kim? She's up to something, I know it. I can't let Kim be with her!"

"Ron, shut up and watch them for a second." Monique herself turned and watched the two women. Their lips had parted, but their foreheads were still pressed together as they gazed into each other's eyes lovingly. A small smile danced around Shego's painted lips, one that no one had ever seen from the villainess before. No one, that is, except Kim.

"Can't you see it?" Monique said quietly after a moment. "They really love each other, Ron. The only reason that Shego acts like a complete and total bitch is that her entire life was ruined."

"Hmph."

"Ron, think about it. She doesn't get along with her family. She was raped. Now she can't look forward to having a first, because her first was a mad and raving lunatic who's in love with machines. Every person wants their first to be someone they really care about and love, and she can't have that. She can never feel the same way about men again, even men in her own family. She's eternally scared, Ron. I would be too."

Ron didn't uncross his arms, but then again his eyes weren't quite so unforgiving anymore. "Well…"

"Let them be," Monique cajoled. "They've been through a lot, and neither of us can pretend to understand them."

Ron shook his head and closed his eyes in frustration. "Mo, I'm not trying to relate to them. I wouldn't want to be able to relate to that. It's just hard, ya know?"

"I know," Monique replied, her gaze still glued on the couple outside. "Just try to shove your feelings back for now, 'kay? She might need us."

Naturally, Ron assumed she was talking about Kim, and he nodded amiably. Monique herself, however, was unsure which woman she was talking about.

Kim shuffled down the sidewalk, hands jammed in her jacket pockets. Her boots scuffed little trails in the icy pavement as she walked. She watched as her breath formed opaque curls in the air, and the hint of a smile touched her face. Like Shego's plasma.

The redhead couldn't seem to get her mind off of Shego. Everything about the older woman mesmerized her: her sparkling emerald eyes, her pale jade skin, her rippling raven hair that revealed green highlights when caught by the sun, her grace and flexibility in everything she did, even her sarcasm.

She's so beautiful, Kim thought dreamily. She's my green goddess. She's all mine. I almost can't believe it.

At times, the heroine couldn't understand just what Shego saw in her, what made the green villainess want to be with her. Sure, she was just that – a heroine – but she and Shego were on opposite sides of the law. Wouldn't that put her off in itself? Not to mention a whole plethora of other little quirks Kim had.

With numb fingers, Kim fished her cell phone out of her jeans pocket and dialed Ron's number. She figured the blonde boy would be home by now; it had been almost an hour after she and Shego had left the Mexican restaurant. Ron never stayed very long without Kim unless something was wrong and he wanted to be alone. She listened to his home phone ringing, the sound from the other line clearly audible in the still winter air.

On the fourth ring, a woman picked up the phone. "Stoppable residence."

"Hi, Mrs. Stoppable, it's Kim," the redhead greeted, trying to sound alert and focused. She shook all images of Shego out of her head.

"Well, hello there, Kimberly!" Mrs. Stoppable's voice immediately became more upbeat. "It's been a while since I've spoken to you. How're your folks?"

"Normal." Kim shrugged. "They spend a lot of time at work nowadays. Is Ron there?"

"No. As a matter of fact, he called a few minutes ago to say he would be staying at Bueno Nacho late tonight. Want me to give him a call for you?"

"Dammit," Kim swore under her breath. "No, Mrs. Stoppable, I'll call him. Thanks anyway."

"Any time, dear."

The line went dead, leaving Kim staring at her cell phone blankly for almost a minute. Ron hadn't left Bueno Nacho? He was there alone? She knew for a fact that Monique had left; they had seen each other leave. What was wrong with Ron?

Kim shook herself out of her daze and dialed another number, this one Ron's cell. She waited, pacing back and forth on the deserted city sidewalk. She heard a click just as she was being directed to Ron's voicemail, and then the recording cut off. A muffled voice said, "Hello?"

"Hey Ron," Kim said, breathing a sigh of relief. "I was about to get worried. You weren't at your house when I called. Is something wrong?"

The sounds of chewing and swallowing filtered through the line. When Ron's voice came through again, it was considerably clearer. "Wrong? No, nothing's wrong. Nothing at all. Just felt hungrier than usual, that's all. Monique felt the same way. She's in the bathroom now."

"Ron, I saw Mo leave right before me. You're there alone, which you never do anymore. What's going on?"

"I told you, nothing. It doesn't involve me." Ron took another bite of his food, and Kim winced at the disgusting sounds his chewing made.

"'It' implies that you know what it is." Kim paused, trying to find a better way to word what she had just said. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she stopped dead. "Oh my God, Ron."

"Yeah." The blonde picked up his soda and slurped it down noisily. "That."

"Ron, I…I mean…" Kim tried to search for the right words. "How much did you see?"

Ron didn't answer right away, instead taking another bite of his meal. After a moment he replied, "Enough."

Kim swore under her breath again, scrunching her eyes shut. "Ron, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for you to see that. It just…"

"It just happened?"

Kim sighed. "Yeah."

"Why didn't you just tell me? That would've been better than looking up from my Naco and nearly choking because I see my best friend and a villainess making out in front of the window!"

"We weren't making out!" Kim said indignantly.

"It sure looked like it. Kim, this is wrong on so many levels. She's a villainess, she's a woman, and-"

"And what?" Kim was yelling now, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. "What do you have against lesbians and bis? Can't you see that she's changed? I…I love her, Ron. Why can't you accept that?" She paused for breath, blinking quickly. "You're my best friend, Ron, and you always will be. I'd support anything you chose to do or anyone you chose to be with. All I ask is that you do the same for me."

Ron didn't speak for a long moment. He didn't even take a bite of his Naco. What Kim had said hit him hard, right in his heart. He should have been supporting her in her choice – he knew that – but it was so hard for him. He was acting totally selfish.

"Fine," he said eventually. "I'm not happy about it, but I'll support you."

Kim wasn't fooled. She could hear the cold rejection in his voice and knew that he wanted nothing to do with Shego. The dam broke, and tears poured down the woman's face. She fell to her knees on the icy sidewalk, sobbing with the phone still clamped between her ear and her shoulder. Her head throbbed with the force of the pent-up tears, making a sound in her head similar to the beating of a drum.

Ron could hear his friend crying over the line, and he immediately felt a little guilty for speaking to her in such a mean way. "Kim, no…please don't cry…"

"Deal with it!" Kim snapped through her tears. She thought she heard footsteps behind her, but she signed that off to the pounding in her head as she cried. "I thought you really cared about me, Ron. But you don't care as much as Shego does."

"Kim, I'm sorry-"

"I don't want to hear 'Sorry'! I just want you to stand by me like you did in high school!" Kim was near-hysterical by now, and she couldn't control how fast she was spiraling into her grief. "I thought I could trust you!"

"Since when was this about trust?"

Suddenly, she realized something. The thumping sound she was hearing, while caused in part by her crying, was not merely that. They were also footsteps, approaching rapidly, and by the sound of it they had stopped right behind her. She was alone, kneeling on a sidewalk in the middle of December with no one to defend her but herself. She was a sitting duck.

A hand covered in some sort of cloth clamped over her mouth, cutting Kim's gasp of surprise short. She had seen enough horror movies to know what the purpose of the cloth was; she closed her mouth and held her breath, simultaneously wriggling around in the grip of the person behind her. While she would have normally been able to break free within seconds, this time she could barely move. A wave of terror washed over her, and she started blindly lashing out at her attacker with slipshod punches and kicks that wouldn't have done any real damage had they hit. Abandoning all traces of composure and strength, she screamed through the cloth and thrashed around even more. By tiring herself out, she effectively sealed her fate.

After almost thirty seconds, Kim's mouth opened of its own accord and desperately tried to suck in air. As soon as she inhaled the chemical-laced cloth, her vision went fuzzy. A tingling sensation started at the base of her neck and rapidly spread to the rest of her body until she couldn't move her own limbs. She opened her mouth to scream one last time, but her mouth would not obey her. With a final gasp of laced air, she allowed herself to slip into blackness.

Kim's cell phone clattered to the ground and remained there for long after her captor had taken her away. Ron's voice still came over the line, vibrating the tiny phone slightly.

"Kim? What's happening? Are you okay? Can you hear me? Oh my God, oh my God…Kim! Kim, what's going on?"

His voice continued to ring out through the still December air, seemingly taunting the heroine as an answer to her plea for help come too late.

Kim was long gone.

*sigh* Whenever Kim and Shego finally get together, there's always something that comes up between them. It's sad, but so fun to write! (I'm very messed up.)

On another note: oh no! Kim! Who took her? :) I shall never tell, though it's kinda easy to guess...the only person who would I think I've told knows who he is. Hey, Doc. :)