A\N: Hello again. Thanks for the review it feels good to know someone ejoy my story so here I come with the second chapter of this. And don't be shy left some reviews I really want to know what you, all of you, think about my work.

Before I forger, some flashbacks will be in cursive.

Disclaimer: Remember I said all characters belong to Disney? It was a lie. Most of the them do but from now on there will appear some characters that were born from my crazy mind.

Chapter 2: Mixed feelings

My mind isaturmoil; it's been like that for two days. I don't know why that night is bothering me so much it's like…

"Bubble butt"

I mean I was afraid of Shego but then I saw her as afraid as me even more so…

"Kim!"

I know there is something else and I'm not sure what it is…

"Kimberly"

I looked at my mother and then a realization hit me.

She called me by my name! It was the first time she did it.

"Kimberly" she starts in a more dark and menacing tone than before "I don't like to repeat myself" she pause a second to make sure I'm listening "answer the damn question!" she shouts.

But the tone she said it, she has never talked to me like that; sometimes she use a similar tone to talk to Drakken or other villains or even Ron but never to me and it hurt me more than any physical blow she has thrown at me and I don't know why.

"Kimmie you ok?"

I finally take on my surroundings, I am in my front door and my mother is in front of me with a very worried look on her face.

"Eh… yeah… yeah I'm ok" I answer not very convincing and get in the house.

"Kim… your bags" my mother says.

"Oh" I look back and beside the place I was a few moments ago two bags are siting. I remember now; Monique and I went shopping for Christmas' presents (you have to love that girl I wouldn't have done any shopping if not for her). It's all I remember I'm surprised I made it this far, I can't even remember how I got to my door; that is how bad this sitch has affected me. I take the bags and put them in a corner of the kitchen.

"You sure you are ok?" she asks me concerned.

"Yeah" I give her the same answer. I can't hear anything from upstairs "Where's the boys" and by boys I mean dad and the twins.

"They were to a rocket convention" she says confused and I don't know why "since yesterday morning"

Oh! How could I forget it! "Oh"

"Honey, is everything ok?"

"Yes mom, everything is fi…" I look at her she is utterly worried I can see it in her eyes. Great! And now I'm feeling guilty. I give I sigh.

"Kimmie" she speaks in a motherly tone "I know sometimes your father or I can't help you out with your problems but we'll always be here by your side" I nod in understanding "but even if we can't do a lot, sometime just talking to someone can help lessen the burden you could be carrying"

"You…" she is right like always I can't help but smiling in my head "It will be better if we sit down" we go to the living room we sit in the sofa mom next to me. I take a deep breath and try to speak what is on my mind "I don't know where to begin; it's so confusing"

"How about telling me what's confusing" she helps.

Here we go "What would you do if someone you've known for a long time shows you that all you know about them is… I don't know…"

"A lie" she offers.

"Not exactly, I think half the truth would be more accurate"

"Oh" the she sighs "Like a stalker-boyfriend?"

"Eh? No" I answer quickly I don't have any idea what she is talking about.

"So it isn't about Ron?"

"No it's not about Ron" I have completely forgotten about him "Wait, stalker-boyfriend?" I ask when my brain catches the implication of her words.

"Well, he has been here more often than beforeplus your brothers said he has been following you lately…"

"He has been following me!" I raise my voice a bit "And how is that the twebs…" I try to calm down, right now I have bigger problems "Forget it. Ron is the lesser of my problems at this moment"

"Ok" She says relieved "So how is that he…" I know she is fishing for information using that pronoun so I keep a blank expression when she said it "or she" nice save mom "Has showed you this"

"Well" I try to think a way to put it "This person has always been mean to me… or the world for that matter" I murmur that last part "But that night it was like all the meanness was faked and it wasn't the only thing the person has inside like I thought; I could see a softer side…"

"You would like to know the why behind the change" I would. I nod "And getting to know him\her better" I want. I nod again "For what you've told me I guess you both haven't been in good terms lately" Me and Shego?.That is anunderstatement. I nod smiling faintly "Then it would be good to try to fix that" I can't. "This could be a chance for you" I can't. I'm beginning to feel nervous "May be you can be frien…"

"I can't" I snap shocking her "I can't" I murmur quietly.

"Why?" mom says after she recovers from my outburst.

"I am afraid" I begin hesitantly "Afraid of facing her again?"

"Why?" she asks again.

"Because she seemed ready to kill me, mom" I snap again less forceful "It was the first time I've been so scared in my life" I admit. I can't stop myself now "The first time I've been afraid of Shego"

"So it was Shego" Shit! I curse for my slip and close my eyes. I brace myself to face a freaked out mom when the full meaning of my words sink in her head… but it never came. She just sits there a gives me a knowing yet sad smile before go on with her talking "It was the first time she overwhelmed you"

I nod and for the second time today a realization hit me. First time.

Yeah it was the first time she called me by my name but it was also the first time she talks to me in such… despising manner and now that I look back at all our previous fights I have never been afraid of Shego; not because she wasn't a treat but because fighting her was so thrilling that I couldn't think of anything else.

And yes, she overwhelmed me with the sudden changes. First she seemed clueless what I was talking aboutthen she was very angry and then she seemed… so fragile that I became concerned about her. And that was a first too.

And then it's the thing about the plasma too. Shego has never used it like that before in a fight, if she always have been able to do that then why hasn't she killed me yet? Or…

"Kimmie you there?" mom asks.

I think I spaced out longer than I thought "Eh… sorry"

"As I was saying I stick with what I told you before it's a good chance to for the both of you"

I look at her deadpanned "Mon, are ok?" it's my turn to ask worriedly… worried about her sanity I mean we are talking about Shego for God's sake!

"Yes, I am" she answers calmly "look at it like this; yes Shego showed you that she can be very ; for your earlier reaction" I look at her apologetically "She showed you that she isn't as coldhearted as she wants us to believe and that there is a different part of her inside"

"Mon, there no inside enough for…" She has a scolding look on her face "Sorry"

"And this is chance for you to reach it" she continue ignoring my comment.

Before I can answer, my kimmunicator starts beeping.

"What's the sitch?" I ask automatically.

"Drakken and Shego are in Boston"

That is enough for me. I say sorry to mom and get out after promising we'll finish our talk later.

Two hours later I'm crawling throughout a vent, again, but this time in a lab in Boston.

The talk with mom helped a lot; I'm feeling better now. I should have done it earlier. I just realize two things; one, talk to mom whenever I have problems and second it is a lot easier sneaking in a lair without a noisy sidekick.

I chuckle at the thought before hopping down startling Drakken. Why is he surprised? Anyone would be used to it by now.Shego is there too, I can see her searching for something in a cabinet.

"Well, well, hi there Pumpkim nice of you to join us in Christmas' eve" she tried to sound normal but I can see she isn' has bags under her eyes, and her usually lustrous hair is a mess. I'm somehow happy this sitch hasn't only affected me.

"Give it up Shego" I play her game. I only want the things to be as normal as before.

We start to fight while Drakken is busy looking for… whatever he needs. Well not all is normal.

We fight, I kick, she dodges, she punches, I block but no one I talking,our usual (and funny?) banter is gone.

I threw her through the door breaking it and go for her.

When I get where she is, she is already on feet and ignites her plasma.

Without thinking I take a few steps back, the memory of what her plasma can do still fresh in my mind. I don't see the doorknob and trip on it.

Shego turn her plasma off and walk in my direction concern on her face… wait, concern? I have to be going nuts she can't be concerned about me, right?

"Princess" she speaks slowly "Are you af"

A metallic noise cut her off, it's the grate of the vent that just fall down. And immediately after the grate a little girlfall in front of me. What is she doing here?

She can't be older than the twebs; I look at her closely she has tanned skin and very black shoulder length hair.

"Auch" the kid whine trying to stand up; she look at me, she has beautiful green eyes. They seem familiar.

Then she turns her head towardShego; time seems to stop for them they are just looking at each other.

I Look up at Shego and for a brief second I see her smiling, a small smile free of malice but it quickly turn into a grimace and then a full panicked expression, the same face I saw that night.

A lonely tear fall down her face and the same as that night she turn around a start running as if her life depended on it.

I look at the girl somewhat confused, she is still for a moment and then she begins to shake.

"Mom?" I hear her mutter between sobs and my eyes open wider than plates. It can't be, right? I must have misheard "¡MOM!" she shouts with all her being,looking at the ceiling, kneeled down, her arms falling lifeless along her body, "!MOM¡" with a last shout her hands combust in green flames a little lighter than Shego's.

That answered my earlier question but bring up a lot more because this little girl must be in fact Shego's daughter.