Shivnmcg666 - nah, I'm just making it up as I go. There are some parts (really small parts) that are inspired by my own life. But I guess everyone puts a bit of themselves in their writing.

Several hours have passed since I last saw her. I didn't leave the compartment and she didn't come back. Not even to get her bag. I skipped lunch and I don't feel like eating dinner either. I'm reading through the same page for the fifteenth time I think. And I don't even know what I read on the page before. So I close it and drop it on the bed besides me. There's a knot in my stomach and I don't think it's from hunger alone. I decide to take a shower to clear my head. I let the water run down my spine as I try to rid myself of the nagging feeling in my stomach. Guilt. That's what it is. And it's not going away. She was being a pain, so why do I feel bad about it? Well the kick might have been a bit too much. And I was on her bed, taking all the covers for myself. The water is starting to get cold but it doesn't really bother me. I sigh; I shouldn't have kicked her.

I throw on some clothes and grab some change from the nightstand. Few minutes later and I'm sitting at the bar, playing with the drink in my hand. I was planning on finding the girl but getting a drink first seemed like a good idea. It's not helping though; I'm just getting more and more nervous. I was never good with apologies; it always ends up sounding kind of awkward and sometimes I don't even say the word. Anyway, she's not here which means she's probably at the restaurant. This is ridiculous, I don't even know why I'm so nervous. I fish some change from my pocket and the smallest babushka doll along with it. I must have grabbed it from the nightstand. I forgot how she called it, "M" something. I spin the doll around my fingers; that was one small victory for her. I better go find her.

I search the restaurant but she's not there. The waiter tells me she was here. The guy is a creep with a smug look on his face; oh yeah, the pretty red head; she was here, looked a bit down. Didn't order a thing though. She left a while ago. Too bad, she was an eye candy. I'm slightly irritated by the guy and want to punch his face in. I turn around and leave, I still need to find her. I head back to our compartment, I can't think of any other place she could be. I enter our car and see a figure sitting on the floor. I can tell its Kim, her hair gives her away. She's sitting in front of our compartment, hugging her knees to her chest. I stop for a moment, I wonder why she's sitting there. Then I move closer. Her bags are on the floor next to her. My heart is in my throat, pounding like a hammer.

"Kim."

"Shego..." She gets up and starts to fidget.

"What's with the bags?"

"Oh... Listen, I found an empty bed in another car, so I'm moving there. Just wanted to say thanks for helping me out and everything; I had a really great time today. I'm sorry it ended the way it did though. And I'm sorry for invading your privacy and uhhh... for the ahmm... the groping... That was an accident I swear! So I'll be out of your hair now."

"I see." She picks up her bags and looks at me with a sad smile. Ah, I'm not really sure what's going on.

"See ya Shego. Thanks for everything." And she's gone. Again.

"See ya." I'm standing alone in the hallway, my words directed to the empty space in front of me. What just happened? Things weren't supposed to be like this.

I'm lying on my bed; I feel like I got kicked in the gut. I keep looking at the door, like she's gonna walk in any minute. I can't fall asleep and I keep thinking how stupid I was for kicking her... me and my stupid temper... and for not apologizing. And for letting her leave, without saying anything. "I see"... What the hell Shego? "I see"? What. The. Hell?

I get up and leave the compartment. It's around one in the morning and everything is quiet. Everyone is sleeping; I guess she's also sleeping somewhere, in some other bed. Gah, so frustrating! I'm grabbing a drink. I just have to stop thinking about her so much. So once again, I'm sitting at the bar with a drink in my hand. The place is empty, except me and the bartender, and almost all the lights are out. And then he decides to speak in his thick Russian accent.

"Did you fight?"

"Excuse me?"

"You and the girl. Did you fight?" Huh? How would he know that?

"How do you know we had a fight?"

"She asked to sleep here again. So I think you had a fight. Yes?"

"Yes, but... She's here?"

"Yes, sleeping all the way there, in the dark."

I turn instantly and scan the room. I can't see crap, it's too damn dark.

"I got her a blanket, one of the staff had extra. But I think it's still cold."

I get up and move towards where he said she's sleeping. I find her curled into a ball, hugging the blanket like her life depends on it. Her neck is twisted in a weird position and it looks like it's gonna break in half any second. I sigh and sit next to her.

"Kim..." Nothing

"Kimmie, wake up." I shake her shoulder a bit. Talk about déjà vu.

"Uh... Wah..." She rubs her eyes.

"Kimmie, what are you doing?"

"Sleeping."

"No. What are you doing?" She doesn't answer.

"Come back to our room."

"Shego, I..."

"I'm not letting you sleep here." She's not sure what to say, or what to do.

"Kimmie I'm sorry, 'kay? I'm sorry I, you know... kicked you." I'm staring at the table, this is so embarrassing. "Sometimes I just lose my temper."

"You didn't have to kick me you know."

"I know! I just got annoyed that you didn't let go." I sigh and rub my forehead.

"Now come back with me. You're gonna catch a cold here."

"Promise you're not gonna kick me again."

"Why? You plan on sleeping on me again?"

"N... NO!"

"Relax princess, just joking." It's too dark to see but I just know her face is red.

I help her pick up her stuff and we move back to our compartment.

"Hey, Shego. Why were you sleeping on my bed anyway?"

Oh damn!

"Coz I wanted to."

"That's not an answer."

"Why should I tell you?"

"Coz you kicked me. Remember?" Damn that guilt card.

"I don't really like sleeping on the upper bed." We enter the compartment. Her bed is a mess coz I've been sleeping on it. I quickly pick up my stuff and move them to my bed.

"There, all yours."

"Thanks."

I quickly change out of my clothes and climb the bed. I catch a glimpse of her naked back while she's changing. Her skin looks creamy; and then she's gone from my sight. I glue myself to the wall and try to focus on sleeping. About thirty minutes later she speaks up.

"Shego, are you awake?"

"No."

"You keep moving around, it's keeping me awake."

"Tough luck."

"Shego?"

"What?"

"Are you afraid of falling down?" This is not happening.

"..."

"You are!"

"Shuddup!"

"Shego..."

"I said shuddup!" ARGH! I'm starting to get seriously pissed.

"Shego..." I jump up from my position. What the hell she's next to my ear!

"Kimmie, what the hell..."

"Let's switch beds."

"No"

"You can't sleep up here."

"Neither can you." She's climbing up.

"Kim, what are you doing?"

"I'm sleeping up here."

"I'm still in bed."

"Tough luck."

"Ha-ha very funny." She's not giving up.

"Ok, stop it." She's insane. "Go back down."

I get up and push her down. I climb down after her and stand in front of her.

"Get in and move all the way to the wall."

"What?" There's a mixture of shock and amusement in her voice.

"You heard me."

"We're sharing?" Now she's definitely amused.

"Shuddup and lie down!"

I get in bed next to her. Well this is a bit awkward. Our shoulders and legs are touching; now I'm just too nervous to sleep. I turn on my side and close my eyes.

"Hey Shego..." She's whispering from behind me. I open my eyes; will I ever get any sleep?

"Yes Kim?"

"Why did you let me have the lower bed?" I have no idea.

"I seriously have no idea what I was thinking."

"Oh. Okay."

"Hey Kimmie." I turn to face her.

"Yeah?" God, she's closer than I thought.

"Why didn't you just wake me up this afternoon?"

"I seriously have no idea what I was thinking?"

"You're a smartass aren't you?"

"Sometimes." I know she's smiling right now. And it makes me smile too.

"Hey Shego, can I try something?"

"At two in the morning?"

"Yep."

"You're too happy for this time of night."

"Can I?"

"Does it involve getting up?"

"Nope."

"I guess its okay then."

And then she puts the palm of her hand on my cheek and places a kiss on my lips. My brain goes blank. Her lips are so soft; this feels too good to be true. I kiss her back. It's over much too soon. I feel her smiling above me.

"Just wanted to check if we'd click."

"And?"

"We do."

"How do you know?"

"You didn't kick me out of bed."