Oh my gosh, this feels simply amazing to be back with this fanfiction! I have missed it so much, but I wanted to write better quality fanfictions, meaning I had to focus on only one; I just finished the one I've been working on, a The Secret Saturdays fanfiction called Kur Unfurled. Also, in case you don't know, I've started calling my readers "Butterflies." Hello, Butterflies. That's all I've got for now.

Disclaimer: Kim Possible belongs to Disney.

(Kim's POV)

Shego and I stare in disbelief at each other. THE FILES AREN'T THERE! Now what? We beg the lady to search again, but nothing comes up. There's another thing to go on my list of stressors. Just as long as Ron . . .

My phone rings; it's Mom, or whatever it is I'm supposed to call her now. I answer my phone in a flash.

"Honey, it's Ron. He's relapsed. You need to come see him." I swallow, hang up, tell Shego goodbye, and drive with Dad back to Middleton. I race to see Ron. Mom's right; he looks confused by all the doctors, and he doesn't remember me when I walk in. It breaks my heart to see my boyfriend like this. I run from the hospital room and cry in the hallway. I want to take it away from him, make him well again, but I can't. For once in my life, I feel helpless. Nothing is in my control.

(Shego's POV)

The bus stops, and I step off. I look around me. It's been a while since I was here last.

I start walking towards my adoptive parents' house. We were never close, but I deserve answers as to why they kept the truth hidden from me. I'm there before I know it. I open the door, and announce myself. I see my entire family in the living room.

"Mom, Dad, we need to talk in private, now." The three of us talk in a spare bedroom, the bedroom that used to be mine. I demand answers, but the only thing they'll tell me is how much they love me and that they wanted the best for me. I groan in frustration.

I stick my head into the living room. I call my brothers in and send my parents out. "You know I was adopted, right?" All four of them say yes. "Then why didn't you tell me? I knew I was the oddball out, I asked every one of you, and you all LIED to my face! And now my real sibling and I are try to uncover our past, but her parents are busy, her boyfriend's lost his memory, the files aren't in the system where we were adopted from, Mom and Dad won't tell me anything, and now I'm learning that all four you knew! Families don't do that! Now, what the heck do you all know about a ten-year-old girl named Sheila Taylor?"

I learn all I can from them before leaving without another word. As I'm walking back to the bus stop, I notice a nice-looking house by the water for sale. It looks like a lovely place for someone to live in.

On the bus, I call Kim and tell her what I learned. Or, really, what I didn't learn. I explain that my parents weren't revealing any information, and that my brothers aren't saying a word if they know anything. She groans; she's as frustrated as I. We both just want this whole ordeal to end and our lives to go back to normal.

"Shego?"

"Yeah, Kim?"

"Do you think we'll ever get this straightened out?"

I sigh. "To be honest, I don't know. Do you think our lives will ever be normal again?"

There's a long pause on Kim's end. "No. I don't think our lives will ever be normal again. Normal would be we're arch-nemeses, but we're no longer that. We're sisters."

"We're more than that, Kim. We're untold sisters."

I'm just going to go ahead and apologize for how short it is; the adjustment for this story from 700 word chapters to 3000 word chapters is going to take a while. I will post the rewrite of the next chapter as soon as I am able to. Love you all!