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A Paradox, a Paradox

"Don't try and take on Shego," Kim warned Shego. "We're evenly matched, and I beat you."

"I've got to take her on," Shego insisted. "She and Doctor Lipsky ruined my life!"

"Drakken," Ron reminded her

"Please, Kim," Shego pleaded. "You have to let me try. I need to fight her."

Kim sighed, "All right, but Ron and I go in first in case there's a trap. We have experience fighting Drakken and Shego."

"I wish you wouldn't call her that," Shego muttered.

"The agents watching the hovercraft report they're still in the plant," their pilot reported as they set down. "I'm calling headquarters to let them know you've arrived.

Shego ran in beside Kim.

"Fall back," the redhead ordered. "Ron and I go in first, remember."

Reluctantly the young woman dropped back. Kim heard loud voices from the warehouse part of the plant and skidded to a halt.

"What resistors did you need again?" Shego called.

"A case of EE56W8v."

"Can't find 'em. How about two cases of the EE56W4v?"

"That's not funny, Shego."

"Neither is breaking the law," Shego shouted.

Kim shot the young woman an exasperated look and pushed her back as she and Ron went in.

"You again," Shego told them sarcastically, "don't you get tired of losing?"

"We'll let you know, if we ever lose," Kim assured her.

Shego tried to push her way past Kim and Ron, but Kim caught her arm to restrain her until she could size up the situation.

"Oh, how cute," Shego laughed, "you've brought a Mini-me. Getting desperate Possible?"

"No, she's someone we found at one of Drakken's old lairs in Go-City."

Ron kept his eyes on Drakken. He noticed the blue man's eyes go wide in surprise at the mention of the old lair.

Shego tore herself from Kim's grasp and launched herself at Shego. The older woman contemptuously threw her aside.

Shego knocked the younger woman into a pallet of shipping cartons on her second attack. Kim moved forward. "She's mine!" Shego shouted and attacked again.

As she rose for the third time Shego's hands glowed with green plasma.

"Ohhh, they gave Mini-me pretty colors," Shego laughed. The plasma thrown at her accomplished nothing. "It's done like this," she said - hitting Shego with a bigger blast of plasma which also accomplished nothing.

"I'm the real Shego," the young woman yelled, attacking again.

"Afraid to fight me," Shego yelled at Kim as Shego hit a wall and bounced, again.

"Stay back, Kim," Shego yelled, but even she realized she was slowing down.

"Kim, stop the little idiot or I may hurt her by accident."

"A real hero never quits," Shego yelled back.

"God, this little fake sounds as dumb as I used to. Hego was always spouting lines like that."

The younger woman attacked again, with a "Don't talk about my brother that way!"

Shego tossed her again, "I'll talk about my brother any damn way I please."

Kim made another move to join the fight and Shego screamed, "No! "

As the younger woman picked herself up off the floor she decided to try another tactic. "Clone!" she sneered, "a clone wouldn't have things like scars, would she?"

"Not unless they made you right," the older replied. "But I don't have any."

"I remembered one the other day. An old one. I must have been five, I was in the kitchen with mom and-"

"Don't talk about my mother!" Shego snarled in rage.

"I'll talk about my mother! I loved her. Mego dropped a glass and I had bare feet-"

"Stop! They must have programmed you pretty well. Did Mego tell you about that? I'd forgotten all about it."

"I've got my scar," the young woman said. "I checked after I remembered Mom screaming and me getting blood on the floor I-"

"You didn't get blood on any floor," the older woman snarled. "I did. So they gave you a fake scar. Big whoop. I'm not taking off my boot to show you three stooges I'm me."

The young woman stood, defiantly facing her older self, "Okay, maybe Mego could have told someone. But who would have told me about note I put in Daddy's casket? Or the lie I told Hego after my date with Van, and as soon as I got into my room I called Cassie and-"

"Stop!" Shego screamed. "Drakken! Where are you?" Her eyes had a wild look, and she appeared even paler than usual.

In the drama of Shego vs. Shego the blue man had escaped.

The older Shego backed slowly up against a wall. "Hold the fake, Kim."

"I'm not a fake!"

"Hold the fake, Kim," Shego ordered.

"What are you going to do?" Kim demanded.

"I'm taking off my boot. I'm going to show your cheap copy the real scar on my foot."

"Shego, come back here," Kim said firmly.

"Don't call her that," Shego shrieked.

"Afraid of the truth?" Shego taunted.

"Hold her, Kim."

The young girl walked back and stood between Ron and Kim, smiling smugly at her older self. "Go ahead, check, Fake."

Keeping her eyes cautiously on the trio Shego stooped and removed her boot. Still watching them, she felt the bottom of her foot. A frown crossed her face. She couldn't feel what she sought. She risked her eyes darting from her foes to glance at the sole of her foot. The glances at her foot became longer as she started to panic. Finally, ignoring the three completely, she sat on the floor, crossing her leg so she could stare intently at the bottom of her foot.

"What do we do?" Ron whispered

"I attack her again," Shego answered.

"No you don't," Kim told her. She looked at the older woman. "Shego? Shego?"

The older woman ignored her.

The three approached her cautiously, but even as they moved toward her the older woman seemed to wilt. She collapsed onto the floor and drew herself into a ball, hugging her knees against her chest and failing to respond to anything they said.

"Call Global Justice," Ron suggested to Kim. "I think they can arrest her."