Welcome back, Butterflies! I hope you all have had a great week, and I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter! This chapter follows Shego, as I've mentioned previously. Also, I apologize in advance if the next few chapters are late; I moved last week, and adjusting has been difficult. In addition to moving, I haven't been feeling that well lately, but I want to give you all my best; I've decided to shorten these next few chapters so you can have some short but good material rather than long and mediocre material. Besides that, I hope you all enjoy reading this chapter!

Disclaimer: Kim Possible belongs to Disney.

(Shego's POV)

Trapped. Damp. Hot. Uncomfortable. There are no other words to describe how I feel. Trapped: I'm trapped in a world of confusion, of care, and of lies. Damp: my tears have drenched this pillow many nights before, and they have drenched it again. My sweat is soaking into the sheets, and they cling tightly to my body, refusing to let go. My hair is making my already wet pillow even wetter. Hot: heat is devouring me, but it's my own body heat. There is nothing I can do about it. Uncomfortable: these surroundings are not pleasant, nor is the current situation. If I could change it, I would. It's not worth the pain it's caused Kim and me.

Fed up and struggling, I peel the sheets off my body like a bandage before stepping into the bath. The water, much to my relief, is ice cold, cold enough to counteract my raised body temperature. I sit in the water for no less than an hour. What I would give to stay here forever.

Light pours into the dark bedroom through the cracked door. Dr. D recoils under his covers as the light blinds him. I pull the door all the way open and stalk over to his bedside before throwing the covers off the bed. I get a deathly glare from the barely awake Dr. D.

"Shego, *yawn* what do you want?" he mumbles sleepily.

"To talk."

"At-" Dr. D glances at his alarm clock "-four in the morning?" When I say yes, he asks me to wake him up, so I fire some plasma at him, barely missing his head. Eyes widened, Dr. D sits straight up in bed promising he's awake now. Then we pull the heavy covers back onto his bed and sit down. I vent to his listening ear for a while before I break down in tears. I despise how emotional and vulnerable this mess has made me; I'm supposed to be tough and capable of handling anything, but this is destroying me. When my sobs render me unable to speak, I feel a pair of arms wrap around me. Dr. D squeezes me tightly and promises that everything is going to be okay in the long run.

He lets me cry for a while longer and doesn't say a word. When I am finally able to pull myself together, he asks if I need anything. Yes, I want to cry out. Yes, I need something, but you can't give it, nor can you get it. I need peace of mind; I need answers; I need to be honest, but none of these needs are possible. Yes, I need to know someone loves me and cares about me. I need Dr. D.

Shaking, I nod my head and tell Dr. D what I need most right now- a glass of water. Immediately, he jumps on it and returns to the room with a glass of ice water. I gab the water and finish in a matter of seconds. Then I grab Dr. D's hand and tell him that I need one more thing. When he asks what, I give him a quick peck on the lips. He understands, and we kiss for real. Perhaps, not everything is falling apart.

We wake up in Dr. D's bed cuddling each other. My guess is that we both fell asleep after our conversation this morning. How long were we asleep, though? The clock says it's almost one in the afternoon now, so that answers my question. We scarf down breakfast and immediately begin our task for today, building memory restoring device for Kim's boyfriend. I wonder if it works in reverse too. If it does, then Kim and I could have a way to forget all of this ever happened. Then again, do I really want to forget the emotions, the relationships, or the changes I've experienced throughout it all? I'm not sure, but I'll think about it.

"SHEGO! HELP!" Duty calls, so I race to help Dr. D with whatever it is he straining to lift. We work together to get the object (since I have no idea what it is) on the top shelf of the tallest set of shelves (why he chose that shelf, I'll never know). We break, both of us winded from lifting the incredibly heavy object at least fifteen feet, and collapse on the couch next to each other.

"Dr. D, you need a nickname I can use," I state after a moment's rest.

"Is 'Dr. D' not good enough, Shego?" he asks, a pained expression on his blue face.

"No, it's fine, but I figured you might want me to call you something else, something cuter." I butcher the explanation, but he seems to understand. He thinks for a second before stating that he has nothing; then he asks if he can come up with a cute nickname for me. Neither of us, however, can think of a good nickname.

"Maybe we should get back to the memory thing," I suggest. Dr. D nods, and we begin working again. There's no blueprint, so everything we're going off of is in Dr. D's head. Naturally, we make so many errors that Dr. D is forced to create a blueprint, only to decide he doesn't like the design. As a result, he draws about twenty different blueprints before deciding to go with the original design. I'm rather frustrated by this, but I clench my jaw and keep working. It's for Kim, I tell myself. It's for Kim.

It's done. It's finally done. Dr. D and I spent the last several hours working on this memory restoring device, and now it's done. Soon the boyfriend will have his memories back, and I can move on with my life. Maybe Dr. D and I will run away to a tropical island together, who knows. All I know or care about is that this ordeal is almost over. I don't think I've ever been this elated before in my life. Now all that's left to do is head over the the hospital and use this on the boyfriend. However, I don't think the hospital staff are going to let two criminals and their "weapon" inside a hospital. I'm sure we'll work something out.

CRASH!

"What was that?" I ask. Please don't say the device.

"The Memory Restorying-inator." In other words, the device. "The damage isn't too bad." I march into the lab portion of the lair to access the damage. The device is broken into six pieces. Calmly, I leave the room, return to my room, and cry. Is this ever going to end?

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! I know it's a little shorter than the more recent chapters, but I do strive to give you all the best quality writing, and I've haven't been feeling my best lately. Quality over quantity. Anyways, I hope you all have a great week, and I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can. Don't forget to follow, favorite, and review! I love you all!