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If I Had Been So Lucky

"What's the verdict, Wade?' Kim asked as they brought Shego back to Middleton from the hospital where she'd been taken the week before.

"I'm not sure. I've analyzed the formula and can make more. But it's toxic - lethal in the amount she drank. She must have built an immunity by taking small doses for years."

"She's alive, and looks healthy," Ron commented.

"Really healthy," Wade agreed. "This is preliminary, 'cause I need more research, but there's a chance that mega-dose burned out whatever imperfections in the system caused her problems."

"Cut out the talk about imperfections," Shego growled. She hesitated briefly, unsure of Wade's meaning, "Did you say I might not need that medication again?"

"Possibly. I'll make some for you," Wade answered, "but yeah, you may never need it again. You may be as normal as the rest of us."

Shego looked at Ron and snorted, "From where I sit normal looks over-rated. But you really think the Blue Fairy waved her wand and made me a real, live boy?"

"Yep, that's what it–"

"Whoa," Ron interrupted, "Drakken's gay and Shego's a guy now?"

"Pinocchio," Wade sighed. "Nineteenth century story by Carlo Collodi. You might have seen one of the movies–"

"How do you remember all that stuff?"

"I'm a genius, remember? Anyway, long story short. Pinocchio wasn't real at first, but in the book he learned moral values and the Blue Fairy rewarded him for his goodness by making him a real boy."

"Right, so you're saying that after she drank that stuff she got a… Her plumbing got changed?"

"No, Ron," Waded tried to explain, "I'm trying to say–"

"'Cause that would be easier to believe than the reward for goodness part."

"How about the fact I'm not ripping you into four pieces right now?" Shego snarled. "I'm showing a hell of a lot more moral restraint this minute than you deserve."

"Calm down," Kim told her in a soothing voice, "he's just kidding." "I hope."

A few days later a courier delivered a package to Shego, who found her own new identity papers inside.

"Vegas Greene? What in the hell kind of name is Vegas Greene?" Shego groused as she had a snack at Bueno Nacho with Shego and Kim after a training session. "I'm going to find the jerk at Global Justice in charge of new identities and stick my foot up his ass. Vegas Greene? I sound like a stripper. And Candy Young?" she said looking at Shego. "You sound like a porn star."

"Can't one of you just use your real name?" Kim asked.

"I want to, but I'm too young… And no way I want her to use my name."

Shego shrugged, "I've never really used it. I've always just been Shego."

"What kind of a name is Go, anyway?" Kim asked.

"Go?"

"Is that your last name? Is it short for something? Gomez? Goldman? Gosselin?"

Shegos' jaws dropped, "You thought that?"

"Well, yeah."

Both Shegos laughed hysterically. "Hego picked Go," Shego explained.

"'Cause we lived in Go City."

"I mean, if Captain Middleton swooped out of the sky to stop a bank robbery—"

"You wouldn't look in the phone book for a Steve Middleton or something, would you?"

Kim blushed, "I've never had a secret identity. I didn't think about what it–"

"God, you're as naïve as she is," the older Shego chuckled.

"Hey! What do you mean by that?" Shego protested.

Shego shrugged, "If the flue shits…"

Kim normally tried to keep Shego from fighting with Shego, but under the circumstances she remained silent.

Graduation came and went. Kim planned to attend Miskatonic in the fall. Ron's academic performance kept him from the schools which had accepted her, but his football performance brought in scholarship offers and he chose Go University because it was closer to home and family – not that he'd have much chance to see them during the football season.

To Kim's delight Monique would be a short drive away, at Harvard. Bonnie would also be at Harvard, but Kim figured the campus was large enough she could see Monique without running into her rival.

To Kim's disgust Shego had managed to accumulate enough credits that, with a heavy summer school schedule, she could graduate in time to start Go University in the fall. The positive side to that was that her summer classes kept her too busy to interfere with Ron and Kim's missions.

"So, what did the therapist say?" Anne Possible asked Shego as she helped herself to dilled Brussels sprouts and passed the bowl to Jim. "Take some," she hissed at her son – who had attempted to pass the sprouts to Tim without taking any.

"She thinks I'm doing great. Had a talk with the head of Global Justice about—"

"Doctor Director?" Kim asked.

"Yeah, her. Anyway, with Kim going off to school she invited me… Nice phrase, invited. Like I've got a choice. Anyway, she 'invited' me to move into one of their dorms while I continue with the therapist. I think she offered me a job with Global Justice if I pass the head test."

"You, working for Global Justice?" Kim asked in disbelief.

Shego shrugged, "I think she likes the fact I've got a busted moral compass."

Anne was shocked, "She said that? That's appalling."

"She didn't say it, but that's what she's thinking. Therapist wasn't happy with the idea – called it negative reinforcement."

"Everything tastes delicious," James commented. "I don't understand the broken moral compass comment. Justice agents are straight arrow."

"The public faces," Shego commented. "Any outfit like that needs a few people willing to bend rules. They've got this one guy with a stick up his butt—"

"Will Du?" Kim asked.

"Yep. You know him? Tell him he only needs to hand in a duplicate copy of a report when the rule manual requires a triplicate copy and he'd probably die in a hissy fit of moral outrage."

"It sounds wrong." Anne repeated. "I agree with your therapist."

"I've got a fairly narrow skills set, and lying and breaking in to steal things are on the list. I need a job that plays to my strengths."

"I'm still going to write a letter of protest to this Doctor Director," Anne insisted.

"You're welcome to try. She strikes me as a woman who doesn't take advice very often."

Ron left first. "As a freshman I'm not going to get much playing time, but I need to work out with the team."

When she wasn't doing homework the younger Shego spent the rest of the summer moping about how much she missed Ron.

The older Shego left for Global Justice a week before Kim departed for the east coast.

"Going to be weird, not fighting you any more," Shego commented as she and Kim walked around the mall. "What are your plans? Still going to play Kim Possible, Girl Crime-Buster?"

"I'm not sure," Kim confessed. "I don't really know what my college schedule, and there's no Ron to watch my back. I asked Wade to close my website."

"After college? Any plans for that?"

"No… I feel like I could do anything and—"

"Still with that 'anything's possible' crap?"

"It's not silly!"

"I didn't say silly."

"I know what you said."

"You and Pollyanna."

"Well, I feel like I can do anything. I have lots of interests – and I don't have to decide this minute how I'm going to spend the rest of my life."

"So, going to spend the freshman year in drunken debauchery like most of the kids away from the watchful eye of mom and dad for the first time?"

"I thought you said you weren't going to fight me any more?"

Shego looked thoughtful, "Actually, you are the kind of stick-in-the-mud who doesn't have any fun in college. Doofus on the football squad? He won't crack a book this year."

"Just drop it, okay!" Kim snapped.

Shego hesitated for a second. "Sorry," she mumbled. "Giving you hell is just too much of a habit. Kind of weird since I also want to jump in bed with you."

"Can we go back to you giving me a hard time about school? You make me even more uncomfortable with that."

"Fine… Hey, getting back to your own freshman debauchery. If you get invited to any drunken frat parties give me a call – I'll watch your back, keep anyone else from taking advantage of you."

"Anyone else… As in, you'll be perfectly happy to take advantage of me if I get drunk?"

"Absolutely. Figure it's my best chance of getting you in bed."

"Great. Now you've got both topics going I don't want to talk about."

"Cut a deal with you, Cupcake, you spring for ice cream at Molly Moo's and I'll let you pick the topics of conversation for the next half-hour."

"That's the most expensive ice cream in Middleton. Make it an hour."

"Forty-five minutes?"

"Done! Wait a minute… You set me up, didn't you?"

"Played you like a violin," Shego responded smugly. "You and I could make beautiful music together."

"Nope," Kim replied with a smile. "I pick topics for the next forty-five minutes. Ice cream only if you keep your word. And the current topic is, penguins."

Anne insisted on a going away party for Shego the night before she left. James grilled steaks and the Stoppables came over with Shego, who would be leaving in two weeks for Go City and her own freshman year.