Disclaimer: Kim Possible is owned by Disney and indivual creators, not me.

This story is the property of me, Mereel Skirata and cannot be used without me permission.

Pairing: KIGO.

Warning: Contains nudity, very dark themes later on. If you don't like, leave.


Dr Possible leads me out of the ER, not back to the Ambulance bay. Instead a short elevator ride carries us out to the hospital's underground car park. Her car is waiting a few spaces away, probably the area set aside for staff.
All of the cars are high end models.
I am a thief; I know how to recognise something expensive.
She unlocks the car and I climb into the passenger seat.
The interior matches the exterior. Leather seats. The panels are all high quality, polished wood and metal. None of your cheap plastic jobs.

I keep my hands in my lap. It would be a crime to bleed on it and ruin it. I doubt cars are a disposable as shirts for this woman.

She slides into the driver's side, opening the package that her daughter gave her earlier.
A sandwich, I guess. I can smell the filling, chicken and bacon. My stomach growls of its own accord. I'm starving. I hadn't realised it.

Dr Possible obviously had. Or maybe she just didn't feel right eating when someone else didn't.
Whatever her reason, she tore the sandwich in half, handing one to me.
I wolf it down in two mouthfuls.

She is more restrained with her share, taking small bites as we set off, talking all the while.
She explains that Kimmie isn't actually at home right now, something about flying off to a mission in Japan.
That's good, I suppose. I couldn't stand her seeing me like this, despite the fact that the sympathy might actually help.

Pulling into the drive, Dr Possible easily slips the car into the garage.

The inside of the house is much as I remember it, given the limited time I've spent here. Dr Possible heads straight for the kitchen and busies herself by the stove, while I hover in the doorway, unsure what to do, now that I'm actually here.
I fold my arms over my chest, trying to hide my discomfort. My hands scream in protest at that, the pressure of placing them under my arms hurts, so I let them drop back to my sides.

My discomfort vanishes in a second, as Kim's mother places two bowls of soup on the table, a pile of sliced crusty bread between them.
I suddenly don't care how out of place I feel here, in Kimmie's house, as I grab a seat, pulling the nearest bowl towards me.

The powerful smell of tomatoes fills my nose, as I begin shoving spoonfuls into my mouth. Grabbing a slice of bread, I dip it in the creamy liquid, it follows the soup in no time. So does the second one.

Again the older woman eats more slowly and carefully, watching me all the time.

Mopping up the last dregs with my third slice of bread, I sit back in the chair.

"Dr Possible", I mumble, trying to find the right words.

"Thank you." I finish, lamely.

She smiles, warmly.

"Don't mention it. But, you can call me Anne, you know. It has to be quicker than always calling me Doctor."

I sit in silence as she finishes her meal, stacks the bowls and plate in the sink, before heading out of the room and to the next floor.
I follow, guessing that she wants to show me something.

I'm right. She points out the various rooms that we pass along the way, her room (and her husbands, I figure), Kim s room, her brother s room and the bathroom. Fighting the sudden urge to go into Kimmie's room, I continue on until we come to the last room.
I remember it well. It's the spare room that I used when I stayed here the last time, when I was hiding from my brothers. It hasn't changed either. In fact, it feels that I've never left. As I'm looking around, Anne leaves and I hear a door being opened, then closed again.
She returns a few minutes later, a pile of clothes in her arms.

Placing them gently on the bed, she turns to face me, "Feel free to have a wash, if you want. Freshen up, a bit. James and the boys will be out for a while. Just keep those bandages dry, okay."

After she's gone, I check out the clothes she left and my heart jumps.
The top item is a shirt I brought from Club Banana during my last stay. The one I really liked, the one with the line drawing of a black cat on the front. I stared at it, the bright green, almost jade eyes staring back at me.
I can't believe they kept it.
Since I left so suddenly, I assumed that all my stuff I hadn't taken had just been chucked.
I look down at the rest of the pile. It's all things I brought. Have they kept it all, I asked myself.

Grabbing the shirt and the baggy shorts I used to wear under it, I head to the bathroom, deciding to take Anne's advice.

Once inside, I strip off my suit and bra.
Taking a flannel from the pile on a hamper by the door, I run it under the tap, not too much, just enough to make it damp. As I lightly wipe it over my skin, cleaning away the dried on sweat, I find myself staring at the collection of toiletries on the shelf over the sink. Suddenly, I notice something else I recognise. My toothbrush. The green one that Kimmie picked out for me, without telling me. Why did she keep that? It's almost like she was expecting me to come back. My head is so confused now, buzzing with thoughts I don't understand.

My skin has dried while I was standing there, so I slip the shirt over my head, letting it drop past my thighs, before removing my knickers, the shorts taking their place.

I glance at myself in the mirror. I don't look too bad. The cut under my eye has already healed. I need a shower really, though, wash my hair. But that will have to wait until my hands heal.

Back in the spare room, I collapse onto the bed, planning on just resting my eyes for a few minutes. Instead I'm asleep in seconds.

I not sure how long I was out for, but suddenly I'm dragged awake, by a loud echoing scream.


Anne looked up from her book, as her husband and sons walked in.
Well, James walked in. The twins ran in, grabbing two apples from the fruit bowl on the sideboard, dashing out again just as quickly.
She smiled; those two were always so full of energy.

"So, how was the science expo?"

Her question was never answered, as a scream floated down the stairs.

As she and her husband rushed towards the sound, Anne guessed what had happened.
"Why? Why did they go in there?"

Sure enough, when they reached the top, the twins scrambled out of the spare room, eyes wide with surprise and a fear.

Walking around them, Anne stepped into the room.

Shego was sitting on the bed, her eyes narrowed, seeming to glow like the fire that burned around her hand.

She did look fearsome, Anne had to admit.

"Shego." She said softly, stepping in front of her sons, forcing her attention away from them. "It's okay, Shego. Sorry. I should have told them you were here."

Slowly Shego lowered her hand, the green plasma fading, before lying back down.

Back outside, the twins had calmed down enough to allow her to explain the situation. Or most of the situation, she did not mention Shego's feelings for Kim. She didn't want them telling her. Shego should be the one to do that.

Shego, secretly listening in, was amazed that they could accept her just like that. Then again, they had accepted her the last time and those circumstances had been even stranger.
Maybe what Kim always said was true; anything was possible for a Possible.

The boys trooped back in a few minutes later, muttered an apology, then fled before Shego could reply. Not that she was going to anyway.

Anne, who had come in with them, stayed for a bit longer, until she was sure that Shego was asleep.
She was about to leave, when she heard Shego say something. It was barely a whisper, but she still caught it. "Kimmie."

It was a desperate plea; Anne could hear the terrible longing in that one word.
A tear leaked out of one eye, as she stared at the green skinned woman.
She had never felt this helpless. She just wished that she could do something.


Back downstairs, she found her husband in the kitchen, paper spread out before him on the table.

He folded it as she approached.

"Honey? What's going on? I know you didn't tell the boys everything. It's not just about her hands."

Anne smiled. Despite appearing a distracted academic, her husband was really intuitive. She couldn't hide this from him.

"You're right. Shego's...She's going through a bad patch. She loves someone, so deeply. And that person doesn't know it. It's eating her up inside."

"Really? I guess I didn't see her being affected by all that teen drama stuff. Not with her career choice. So, who is it? That crazy golfer? Monkey man? That handsome Spanish guy? Not Drew, surely?"

His mind was working through all the men he connected with her.

Time to drop the bombshell, Anne sighed.

"No. It's Kim."

That really took him by surprise.

"What?? Kimmie? Our little Kimmie-cub? But, they're always..."

He trailed off, his arms making a few mock kung fu moves.

Anne nodded, "Yes, Kimmie. But think about it like this. She's an ex-superhero turned villain, who can shoot fire from her hands. Her brothers are superheroes. And she works for your old collage drop out friend, who is trying to take over the world. She really couldn't fall for anybody normal, I think. She needs someone on her level. Maybe someone better than her."

"OK, I'll by that. But what about Kim. Does she feel the same way?"

"I don't know idea, James. But you've seen how she acts around Ron when they've been dating. She enjoys his company, but it still seems like it did when they were younger. He clearly thinks it's more and maybe Kimmie is trying to make herself believe that she feels something more, but she still behaves like he's only a friend. Try as she might to find something romantic, I haven't seen that spark."

James nodded. People were his wife's speciality, particularly her daughter. That's probably why she became a doctor.
He'd stick to machines, he decided. At least he could understand those.


I can hear the wind blowing, leafs rustling as it moves through the trees that surround us. I'm lying on a field of long grass, that stretches as far as I can see. Kimmie is leaning on me, her head resting on my shoulder. Her face, set in a peaceful smile as she sleeps, is the most beautiful thing I can imagine. Her red hair is almost glowing in the sunshine. The luscious red hair that made me give her one of her nick-names.
"Pumpkin," I whisper, feeling happier than I have in a long, long time.

Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back, savouring the feel of my princess pressed against my side.
A strong gust of wind springs up, blowing a flurry of leafs around us.
Suddenly, Kimmie's weight against me is gone.

I spring up, looking around wildly. The sun has gone, I notice, buried deep beneath deep black clouds.

"Kim!!" I shout, my voiced fuelled by longing and loss.

No reply.

I try again, cupping my hands around my mouth, calling out for her over and over. The wind is howling now, pushing my voice and any reply I may hear, far away.

"KIM." I wake with a start, my whole body shaking, heart pounding against my chest. My back is clammy with sweat.

The door opens and I feel the horrible sensation of again thinking it's Kim, before I recognise her mother.

"Nightmare?" She asks, the bed sagging, as she sits on the end.

She must have heard me shouting. I nod, a choked sob the only sound I can make. My throat is so tight. My whole body feels weak.

My hands are shaking as Anne takes them in her own, gently unwrapping the bandages. This soft, physical contact starts to make me feel better.

She looks surprised, as the bandages are removed. The wounds have stopped bleeding. They are still visible, deep red gashes in my skin, but more healed than expected.

"Boy, you heal fast. Side effect of your powers?"

I shrug. I guess so. I've never really thought about why.

"Anyway. You should be okay to take a shower, if you want. Just dry your hands really well and I re-bandage them afterwards.

Inside the bathroom, I slide the latch across. I don't really want Kim's hyper brothers running in. Won't win me any points with her, if I fry them. Then again, it might. Maybe something to try later.

Quickly stripping off my sleepwear, I switch the shower on, adjusting the temp. Nice and hot. Steam begins to fill them room, as I step under the water.

The heat begins to loosen my muscles, as the water flows over me. Tipping my head back, I push my hair under the water, working a few kinks out with my fingers. Slicking my wet hair back, I look around for what I hope is also still here. It is. The lime body wash I like. This is weird. Why are there all these ties to me here, in a house I haven't been in for months? What does it mean?

I ponder this again, as I start to work the gel into my hair, getting a good lather going, which I work all the way down to the tips.

Again I let the water flow over my hair, washing all the foam away, before I shut the shower off, letting myself drip for a few seconds.

I grab a towel from the rail, ignoring the cold air flowing over me. I always hate the moment I leave a shower. Like getting out of bed on a cold, winter morning. I start to rub myself down, vigorously.

Now dry, towel wrapped around my torso, I head back to my room to get dressed.

Selecting a shirt from the pile that I moved to the chair; a green one with a black stripe looping horizontally around the midriff, along with a pair of jeans.

Fresh underwear is also on the pile. More of the stuff I brought while here, so at least it fits.

Now decent, I head out, looking for Anne.
I find her in the kitchen, sitting at the table, a first aid kit next to her.

I sit and she starts to tend to my wounds. She uses a thinner cloth this time, enough to keep them clean, but one that will let them breathe.

She secures the last piece of cloth with a strip of medical tape and I pull my hands back, resting them on my lap.

I thank her again, trying my damndest not to sound sarcastic. This woman has taken me into her home, after all. Anne stands and moves to put the first aid kit away.
I retreat into my thoughts, trying to figure out what I should do next. I can't stay here forever, even though it seems that someone has gone out of their way to make a place for me.

I hear the front door open and I stand. I don't want to stay down here, if the whole family is back.
What I see when I step out into the hall makes me stop dead.

Kimmie, her back towards me, closing the door behind her.

My heart rate increases. And not just because I'm overjoyed to see her.
I've been dreading seeing her, as much as I've been anticipating it.
My mind runs through all the ways she could react.

Joy

Confusion.

I shift, moving my feet. Not a fighting stance, but one where I can move quickly, if I have to. She might go on instinct and attack, even though I'm not in mission gear.

That option would have been preferable, compared to her actual reaction.
She turns, sees me.. No, she doesn't. Her eyes slide over me, as if she didn't even realise I was there.

I stare at her retreating back, as she walks away, heading to her room I guess.

"Princess?" I call after her, softly, but clearly.

She acts like she hasn't heard mer.

In my chest, my heart, I feel something break.


Okay, here's the next chapter. One day earlier than I planned. All the reviews I recieved really fired me up.

I have part three losely in my head, so it should take shape soon.

I have a short week at work coming up, so I should have some time to write it.

That being said, I am going away for a week next Friday, but I will do my best to have it up by then.

Again, rate and review.
Please and thank you, as Kim would say.

Anyway, quick preview of part 3.

Kim is ignoring Shego.
Shego's mental state is becoming worse.
Kim has to do something before she loses Shego. Forever.