Hello, Butterflies! I hope this week was has been good to you. I know last chapter was really short; please note that I am trying to increase the length of each chapter, but that is actually a lot harder than you think, and this was not meant to be a very long fanfiction. Ten or fifteen chapters is probably as far as I'll go. Thank you all so much, Butterflies, for waiting patiently on me.

Disclaimer: Kim Possible belongs to Disney.

(Shego's POV)

The rain pours down in torrents as I drive up the winding mountain road. So help me, if I so much as hydroplane, things will get ugly. Several times already I've had scares, and I'd rather not lose control of the car. If I die, it'll crush Kimmie, and that won't be fun. As I lose myself in thoughts, some of Dr. D's booby traps start going off. They immediately snap my attention back onto the road; maneuvering around them is a lot harder in the rain than it is in pleasant weather. Something darts in front of the car, and it's definitely not one of the booby traps. I slam on the breaks, a very bad decision on my part, and start skidding. Does this car have anti-lock brakes, Shego? I don't know! I stole the thing! Hoping I make the right choice, I start pumping the brakes and hope the car responds.

It keeps skidding, despite my best efforts to stop the car, and I am starting to worry now. The road is getting increasingly narrower, and one wrong move could be fatal. I have to get control of the car NOW. The narrowest part of the road is 100 feet from me. 50 feet. 25 feet. Why aren't the brakes working?! 10 feet. I notice the brake light is illuminated. Darn! 5 feet. I won't make this part, not without complete control. I brace for impact. CRASH! The pressure on my chest increases as something is pushed into it. Breathing becomes much more difficult. I can't move. Stupid car. I rest my head against the headrest and fade away. Stupid car.

A plastic mask is covering my nose and mouth. I am lying on my back with a foam collar around my neck. I can't move my neck. My vision clears slowly, but I am able to make out the shapes of a woman and a man checking monitors and other systems. The woman sees that I'm awake, so she alerts the man. The man nods and keeps doing whatever he's doing, and the woman asks if I can hear her. Unable to nod or speak, I don't know what to do. The woman says to blink twice I can hear her, so I blink twice. She smiles slightly and continues to do her work. The sound of a siren starts to register. Am I in an ambulance? Who called them? Will I be alright?

I'm not sure how long I'm in the ambulance, but when we pull up at the hospital, the man, the woman, and a few others help get me out, or rather get the gurney out. Then they roll me into a hospital waiting room and on into a trauma room. A doctor enters seconds after the gurney is locked in place, and she immediately begins asking questions like my name and my condition to the EMTs and accessing me simultaneously. Then she introduces herself as Dr. Waters to me and telling me that I'm in good hands. She turns back to the EMTs and asks about what happened to me, and they explain that I must have lost control of the car I was driving because I crashed into a tree, and the steering wheel hit my chest. They found me unresponsive. When Dr. Waters asks about any family, they shake their heads and say they don't know.

The EMTs are soon forced to leave, and Dr. Waters is doing the best she can. No one has asked me any questions, but I wish I knew why I can't talk besides having the mask over my nose and mouth. Eventually, Dr. Waters gets the test results she's been waiting for, and I am whisked off radiology for x-rays and CT scans. The results come back, and nothing is broken, nor do I have any major bleeding or other injuries. Dr. Waters says it's a miracle because of the way the EMT described me on the way here. She decides to admit me for overnight observation. Fun, not.

In my room, I stare at the wall for a long time. They finally took that gosh-darned mask off, but then they stuck a needle into my hand in exchange. I will be so glad to get out of this place. I hate hospitals almost as much as I hate prisons. If I hate prisons so much, why am I evil? Am I evil for personal gain? Do I do what I do as revenge? Is it to show my goody two shoes family up? Why am I evil? Oh my gosh, I hate to get out of this wretched hospital! The fumes are making me question my moral compass. I am in the middle of pulling the IV out when a nurse walks in. She sees me trying to pull it and tells me that I shouldn't do that. When I ask why not, she says I could suffer major blood loss if no one is around and would be here much longer if I did lose that much blood. I stop pulling.

The nurse does what she came in to do and leaves shortly afterwards. Once again, I am left alone in the room to question my morals. I know I have to get out of here, but the question of how remains unanswered. I could always blast through the walls with my plasma, but that could go horribly wrong. Instead, I decide to just sit and wait until I think of a better plan. If only I could think of one sooner.

Dr. D comes in to visit me, and the concern is evident in his eyes. He asks if I am alright, and I nod. I stare down at my lap and sigh.

"How long do we have to keep this up?"

"Keep what up?" Dr. D asks in response.

"This. Why can't things just go back to the way they were?" Dr. Dr looks at me and says that he doesn't know. Then we sit in silence for a while. There's so much I want to say to him that there just aren't any words. I want to tell him the truth, even though he already knows. I wonder if I know the truth he knows. I wonder if he will ever tell me the truth he knows.

Finally, Dr. D speaks. "I think I can fix the sidekick." My jaw drops. "Yes, Shego, I am using my brilliance for the greater good. It's a shock, but I have been thinking."

"No, no, no. You are not a good person; you are evil. Everything we've done was for evil. You are not going to throw all of that away." The shock, anger, and pain in his betrayal are all evident in my voice. Normally, I would suppress those emotions, but I want him to hear those emotions. He needs to decide who his loyalty is to: my sister or me. Dr. D tries to explain himself, but he is unable to. The words fail him, and I have the last laugh.

This, this is why I am evil. I make people hurt so they know the pain I've experienced. All my life I've been told that people who know the greatest pain are the kindest, but they were wrong. Had I been raised in a healthy and supportive environment and had my brothers been constructive, I might be a nice person, but life didn't turn out that way. Now, I'm Shego, the greatest villainess ever! Nothing and nobody is going to get in my way as I rise to the top, not even my sister. For all I care, she can handle her forgetful boyfriend alone. I'm done helping her or anybody else. From now on, it's a one woman show. So long, Dr. D! I'm out of here!

"Shego."

"What, Drakken?" I snap. Why is he still here?

"If you want to quit, that's fine. I'm going to help the sidekick and your sister, with or without you." Then he stands up, says goodbye and good health, and leaves. The heavy wooden door closes with a dull thud. The room is silent, except for the sound of the wretched machines. I grab the remote and flip on the television. Much to my annoyance, the only shows on right now are romantic dramas and the news. My anger flares; I turn off the television, lie back against the bed, and cover my head with a pillow. Could this day get any worse? The door swings open and hits the door stop with a bang. It just did.

"Hey, Shego."

"Hey, Shego. Cool room you've got here. Ooh, what does that do?" It's the twins. What are they doing here? As immature as it seems, I pretend to be asleep, but they know me too well. Instead they pull the pillow off my head and start whacking me with it. Is there any particular reason the universe hates me today? It's not my fault Kim's boyfriend lost his memory, so why am I getting grief from the world?

My two little brothers mess with everything in the room for about an hour before I finally lose my temper and yell at them to get out. Once they are out, I finally get a moment's peace, until the nurse from earlier comes in. The minute she walks in, I demand a moment of peace to just be alone. The nurse smiles and says that I'll get as soon as she replaces some of the IV medications. I look up at the IV, and sure enough some of the bags are empty. While she swaps out the empty bags with full ones, we talk. She asks about how my day has been and other polite questions.

"Do you not like your family?" the nurse asks.

"Excuse me?" Her question catches me off guard.

"Do you not like your family, Ms. Go?"

I sigh. "Not really. They're just so annoying, and they're all hypocrites. They talk about being good and just and then they show no concern for rules or common courtesy. And then they claim to be wearing white in literally every situation. When I used to work with them, everything that went wrong was my fault, but they got all the glory. That's part of the reason why I quit working with them." My rant is short and petty, but it feels good to get that out of my system. It's funny how I'll tell a complete stranger before I'll tell my sister. Oh well. The nurse and I carry on the conversation until she finishes replacing the medications. Then she leaves with a smile.

Finally alone, I stare out the window. The rain is still pouring down, but it's not as heavy as when I crashed. What I don't understand is that I was alone when I crashed, so who called the paramedics? Would the outcome have been different for me if the paramedics had not arrived? The rain continues to fall washing away all the grime and gunk in the world outside. I wish it could wash away this whole situation and make like it was before. But it can't and I need to stop wishing. Wishing doesn't get things done; it delays them. Besides, wishing brings pain and disappointment.

If wishing weren't real, life would be so much better for everyone. Kim wouldn't wish her boyfriend to get better, so we wouldn't hurt if he doesn't. I certainly wouldn't be disappointed when my wish of my brothers leaving me alone isn't granted. Dr. D definitely wouldn't wish to take over the world and be disappointed when Kim stops him. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I like the idea of a world without wishing. Maybe I could accomplish that some day. But I won't wish for it to happen.

For several more hours, the clouds dump rain. For several more hours, I formulate plans, come up with ideas, and wonder what happened after I crashed. For several more hours, I forget that I am in this mess and that my life has been a lie. It feels good to forget. I should do it more often.

Eventually, my forgetting ends because Dr. D returns. It's pretty awkward for the both of us. We both fail at starting a conversation many times, so we opt to sit in silence. Finally, I speak.

"Did you call?" I aks. Dr. D gives me a confused look. "Did you call the paramedics when I crashed?" Dr. D shakes his head. "Oh." The conversation ends, and we sit in the tiny hospital room in silence. It's obvious we both have something to tell the other but are afraid of making the encounter even more awkward. I just wish he would say something because I'm sure not going to say anything.

Time keeps passing as we sit, just the two of us, in the hospital room. I'm not here by choice, but he is; I wish he would tell me why.

"Tell me more about fixing the sidekick," I manage to speak. Dr. D looks at me and nods.

"I made a device that, when placed on the sidekick, will restore his memory."

"Great. Does it work?" The age old question has returned.

"Of course it works! All my inventions work! And Kim Possible will be unable to stop me because the sidekick will never regain his memory if she does!" Dr. D then begins to laugh maniacally; I shush him and tell him now to do that in the hospital. He stops laughing and looks around sheepishly. I start laughing in voluntarily, but my laughter is genuine, something I haven't had in a while. My laugh is not hard or course but soft and clear. At first I am mortified by the sound, so I try to cover it with fake coughs. Then I realize how much better I feel; I start laughing again. Soon I hear another laugh in the room, so I look to Dr. D. He is laughing along with me, and we keep laughing until we are both crying. Even after we start crying, we keep laughing. Finally, we calm down and wipe the tears from our eyes. I never knew laughing could feel so good; I should do it more often.

"So, Dr. D, will you tell me the story behind the blue skin? You've never told me," I ask while the air is still lighthearted. Still smiling, Dr. D shakes his head as if to say why not.

"It was a Tuesday, and I had been out of college for several months. I was not the pure evil genius I am today, but I was still evil. I was working with some electric supplies that fateful day. To this day, I don't know what caused the shock, though I've tried to figure it out ever since it happened. All I know is that something shocked me. I felt no change at first, but the following weeks revealed this change. I had become pure evil, a total genius, and blue. Doctors thought I was not carrying enough oxygen in my blood, but my oxygenation percent was normal on every test. They eventually gave up trying to figure out what was causing the blue skin. I, on the other hand, know what its source is. So much oxygen already goes to the average human's brain, but make that person a super genius, and it seems that my brain required more oxygen in order to create new ideas and schemes. This meant that my already poor circulation was greatly affected, and most of my oxygen's intake went to my brain. In turn, less oxygen went to the extremities and to my skin in general, hence its blue tone."

"I thought you said your oxygenation percent was normal," I interrupt.

"Let me finish, Shego. The levels are normal, and there is enough oxygen in my blood to support every part of me. I have poor circulation, and my brain requires more oxygen than the average brain. That is why I must take bigger and deeper breaths."

"So that's the story behind your blue skin? An electrical shock causing an increased need for oxygen to the brain and pre-existing poor circulation? No evil robots that revolted. I'm disappointed, Dr. D." My voice carries a joking a tone.

"Joke all you want, but when the sidekick became evil, and his skin turned blue, his brain required more oxygen; he must also have poor circulation." We sit quietly for a few minutes, letting each other have their private thoughts. I watch the raindrops fall on the window and roll down it; I stare at the reflection of the lights outside on the wet roads. The image is almost like something from a romance scene in a movie. I keep staring out at the world, knowing it is probably nothing more than an illusion. Thoughts and feelings rise up and rest on my lips, and I fight to suppress them. Finally, I give up and speak.

"I have a confession to make," I whisper, but Dr. D is not paying attention. I sigh and stare back out the window. The sound the rain makes as if falls is comforting and covers the sound of noise outside this little room. If I were the little girl I was all that time ago, I might call it magical, but not any more.

"You were saying something, Shego." Dr. D finally says. At least I knew he heard my voice.

"Yeah, I have a confession to make, Dr. D." Now that I am actually confessing, I want to take my words back. "You've mentioned before that you see us as an evil family, and it's been on my mind lately, ever since we saved the world."

"But you aren't sure," Dr. D adds. I nod. "I understand, I really do. I'm not sure either. Between your situation with Kim, the sidekick's problem, and my own good versus evil dilemma, neither of us can be sure. But, Shego, we can be sure of one thing."

"What's that?"

"That we won't let each other fall." Then we hug.

"I have another confession to make."

So that's the end of the chapter. I hope you all don't mind that this chapter only follows Shego; I might start doing alternating POV chapters. Let me know what you think! Don't forget to follow, review, and favorite, Butterflies! I love you all so much, and I'll post the next chapter next week!