To say that Kim felt bad about how Heather discovered that her adoption in fact wasn't closed would be an understatement. She had woken up early to try and talk to Heather before she and Emily left for the bus but she had been too late. She did, however, notice that Heather's bright green sweatshirt with the deep pocket was missing from the closet, obviously Heather believed she was going to be having more trouble than usual controlling her powers today. Then as if to make things worse Kim knew she was working late tonight and Ron was working a double shift at Smarty Mart. Kim worked as a nurse in a nursing home and while her hours were normally pretty regular tonight they were having an event for the seniors and she had to stay. They had planned all this out weeks ago, Heather and Emily were in charge at home. But now, not that Kim didn't trust Heather could keep her powers under control, last nights 'discovery' couldn't have come at a worse time.

Finding out that they lied to me could not have come at a better time Heather thought to herself as she sorted through her collection of comic books. With both her parents working late tonight, although her temper would undoubtably be pushed to it's limit by her siblings, she wouldn't have to face her parents until tomorrow, or late tonight at the earliest. Hurt as she was, and she was unbelievably hurt, she still knew that her parents love her and most likely had a good reason for keeping such information from her. But even while giving them the benefit of the doubt she was still furious and had kept her hands in her pocket nearly all day, she was only grateful that she was still able to write because during third period she finally managed to redirect all the fire into just one hand while the other one left her pocket. One would think that with her powers going off all day they would either burn a hole in her pocket, burn out or she would pass out from overuse. But none of this happened and after lunch they began to slowly turn off, now they were only coming on when she dwelled on what she heard last night. Sitting on the floor, still sifting through her comics Heather sighed

"Why do i bother?" She asked herself, staring at the pile in remembrance

"I've read all of these cover to cover, i never find any answers" she reminded herself, and it was true.

Her comic obsession, though she enjoyed the stories, had begun as a search for answers. Obviously she knew that she would never find them all in the colorful pages of fictional characters and their lives, but she thought that their stories might be able to give her some clues. Like what could have caused her powers in the first place. Although the possibilities for that seemed infinite, the books did give Heather many good ideas for controlling her powers, as did many cartoons and movies. Some of them worked and some didn't, some didn't apply to her and some she just refused to try, although at this point there weren't many of those left.

Shaking her head Heather stood up "only one place left to look" she said to herself.

"What are you doing?" Emily demanded when she found Heather in the upstairs hallway, standing on a chair, pulling down the trap door to the attic.

"Trying not to get hit by a falling ladder, you might want to move" Heather answered sarcastically, Emily stepped out of the way as the ladder came down but that didn't get her to drop the subject.

"Mom and dad don't allow us up there" Emily reminded her sister as she stepped down from her chair.

"Yeah and i want to know why" Heather said with a mischievous smile on her face

Emily rolled her eyes, this wasn't the first time Heather had plotted to 'uncover the secrets of the attic', as she put it, but it was certainly the first time she looked like she would go through with it.

"Is this about your birth parents?" Emily asked only for Heather's face to grow suddenly serious, it wasn't angry but just dead serious.

"Actually yes, it is" she began only for Emily to sigh

"Just hear me out Em" Heather pleaded and when she saw that her sister was indeed going to listen she continued.

"Listen i have never seen my adoption files, and believe me I've looked. I've torn this house apart looking for them. Over the years I've checked the basement, mom and dad's room, every closet and cabinet, i've even tried bribing Rufus to tell me where they are. The attic is the only place i haven't looked and now that i know mom and dad DID meet my birth parents, or at least my birth mother, i have to know. I can't just not look because mom told me no, i have to know what happened" Heather pleaded, she didn't know if she was begging for her sister's permission or her silence, or both. But she knew that now more than ever, she wanted Emily to at least try and understand.

After contemplating it for a minute Emily gave in

"I saw nothing" she finally said with a small grin and Heather, who Emily often said had no emotions (granted for good reason), hugged her.

"Thank you" Heather said gratefully before releasing her sister

"Yeah yeah just don't murder Zach if he finds out and tattles" Emily warned only for Heather to laugh

"Don't worry, I'll bribe him to keep quiet" she joked, considering she could generate green fire from her hands Emily would never understand why her sister seemed to prefer bribery over threats but she wasn't going to complain, at least bribery was less dangerous.

Heather coughed as she entered the stuffy attic, dust almost instantly clogged her lungs but she soon cleared it.

"This better not take long" she muttered to herself, she had never suffered from asthma or any other breathing problems but even so she doubted that it would be easy to breath in the stuffy, thick, dust coated air of the attic for very long.

Walking into the wooden room Heather was wondering if maybe the low air content of the room was the reason that she and her siblings were not allowed up in the attic, the room was almost bare.

Walking around Heather eyed the few contents of the attic with a small smile on her face. She saw the crib she and Emily once shared, along with some of their old baby toys and regretfully a singed blanket sat folded up on top of a storage bin. Gently lifting the blackened corner of the white blanket Heather remembered back to when this had happened, she was only two and she was so afraid, it was one of the first times her powers ever destroyed something unintentionally.

She removed her hand from the corner of the blanket, letting it fall back to it's folded position, then looked around the room almost in sadness, there was nothing here. A few old baby supplies, her mother's wedding dress hanging from a nail in the wall, other miscellaneous objects and a lot of dust but nothing which held any answers to her questions. She was just about to leave when when a small cardboard box pushed far into the back corner of the room caught her eye. It was tucked to the dark side of the chimney, the only reason Heather noticed it was because she glanced at the base of the chimney to see how much mold had collected there.

Walking over to the chimney she knelt down and opened the box, sighing in annoyance at what she saw.

"Just old clothes" she muttered in disappointment, the box contained a purple athletic shirt folded up and neatly placed on the top of an old pair of sweatpants. Next to this was a black turtle neck sitting on a pair of cargo shorts.

Out of curiosity Heather removed the clothes from the box and underneath found something a little more interesting. The box did indeed contain files, but none of them held any information on Heather's adoption. Instead they were full of old news articles, all headlined about teen hero Kim Possible saving the world.

"What the heck?" Heather said to herself, it had to be a joke. Her mom and especially her dad could never have done these things, no teenager could.

But Heather dug through the box, she found what looked to be an old handheld video game and an electronic watch, neither of which would turn on. She found a few other things such as a hairdryer and what she thought was make-up until she opened it

"Ugh, why does mom have knock out gas in a blush case?" She asked herself as she recovered the gas, a better question would be, why does mom have knock out gas at all?

Eventually she found a manilla folder containing several mugshots, one was of a 'monkey man' apparently, the next was a blue skinned mad scientist, another of a short plump woman with an otter-fly cuddle buddy attached to her chest, the list of weirdoes went on and Heather carefully read the description of each one until finally, she found what she was looking for.

It was the mugshot of a young woman, twenty-five years old according to the description. The board behind her measured her height at 5'5, she had long dark hair and pale skin. Reading the description Heather discovered that the woman's name was Shego, her skin was actually a pale green (the picture was black and white), she was wanted in eleven countries, her eyes were green and then, at the very bottom, it listed that she had the ability the generate green plasma blasts from her hands.

Heather had found her mother.