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Chapter 2
Kim was quite surprised, a tad bit flattered, and a little freaked out. A half morphed Camille Leon, and an apparently obsessed Shego made for one hell of a confused Kim Possible. A small part of her wanted to grill Camille about the last season mission clothes she sported, another part of her wanted to gag, and another part of her wanted to get to the bottom of what she had stumbled into. When Wade had told her that Camille Leon and Shego were meeting in Drakken's alpine lair, she was expecting some large elaborate scheme involving espionage and diamonds, not this. Definitely not this.
"Possible." Camille spat. Kim was taken aback slightly the venom in her voice.
"Looks like you got what you wanted Shego. The little bitch just falls into your lap when I decide to pick up and leave. Oh, that's right. She doesn't know about the weird fucking twisted things you want to do to her-"
"Camille-" Shego calmly stated.
"Don't 'Camille' me Shego. You think you could get away with this forever? Lets tell Kim about how you call every other day so you can pretend I'm her and you can live out your twisted little fantasy. Do you even know how old she is? I mean come on Shego, you know what they do to rapists in jail. Oh and Kimmie, she even calls your name when she-" Camille was cut off by a glowing punch to the jaw.
"Finally she shuts up.'' Shego muttered to herself. Camille was down for the count.
"Princess." Shego stated, smoothing invisible wrinkles from her cat suit. "We're going to pretend that none of this happened. Go home, wait until Drakken is threatening the world, and come back. We'll fight, he'll fail and that'll be the end of this, okay? Okay."
"No, not okay. What the hell is this?" Kim demanded.
"You heard her." Shego stated simply, shrugging. Kim opened her mouth to speak, and nothing came out.
"So we done here? If Dr. D shows up and you're just hanging out, I might be out of a job." Shego's nonchalance was very unnerving. So Kim did the only thing she could do to keep Shego's attention long enough to get some answers. She swung at her. Shego dodged, but Kim kept the hits coming.
"May I ask why I suddenly have become a punching bag?" Shego asked through clenched teeth as she continued to dodge.
"What was she talking about?" Kim countered, not stopping her assault on the other woman. By then, Shego had gotten that Kim wasn't letting up, so she stopped being defensive and aimed a kick at the girls head.
"Whadaya think?" Shego said sarcastically, jumping back to avoid a fist to the stomach. She sent another kick Kim's way, but the girl caught her foot, and pushed her backwards. To avoid splitting her head on the concrete, she back flipped and landed a few feet away.
"You know, all this fighting, not making the situation any better." So instead of dodging the slew of attacks coming her way, she simply reached out and grabbed the red heads forearms.
"Okay, we'll talk. Stop trying to take my head off." Kim stopped struggling, and when Shego was sure she wouldn't be attacked again, she let Kim go. When she was loose from the older woman's iron grip, she smoothed her clothes.
"What are you going to do about her?" Kim asked suddenly. Camille was still out cold. Shego just shrugged, and beckoned Kim into the lair.
"You can't just leave her here." Kim stated, but made no move to help the blonde.
"Yes I can." All Kim could do was sigh, and follow Shego into the lair. The older woman said nothing as they walked through the large warehouse-like building. When they stopped, She punched a series of numbers into a keypad by a large door. Suddenly, the place was less like an evil lair, and more like an apartment building. A number of doors lined each side of the wall, each with its own number and letter. They walked until the end of the hall, where Shego stopped.
"Wait here." She mumbled, and slipped inside the last door on the left. About five minutes later, Shego opened the door, no longer in her cat suit. Instead, she had a regular black t-shirt and some blue jeans and sneakers.
"So what's the deal Shego?" Kim spared no time. Shego ignored the question.
"Coffee?" She offered, making her way to the kitchenette on the other end of the small studio. Kim sighed.
"Fine. Coffee, then answers." Shego nodded to show she agreed, and then disappeared behind the dividing counter.
She returned a later with two cups of black coffee, and a tray with fixings.
"So Whadaya want to know?" Shego asked, sipping her un-tampered with coffee. Kim busied herself with getting her drink perfect before answering.
"Everything." Shego rolled her eyes.
"You don't want to know everything. Trust that." Shego said, sipping her coffee. Kim let out a frustrated growl.
"So you can have someone pretend to be me, but you can't tell me anything?"
"It's not that simple." In reality, it was that simple. She really didn't want to talk to Kim about how she had Camille Leon role play as her so she could get off.
"I don't care how simple it is, or how simple it isn't."
"Look princess, Blondie already summed it up. I don't know what else you want."
"I want to know why." Shego was silent.
"Can't tell you that." Kim didn't need to know why because she didn't already know. She wanted to hear why from Shego. Obviously she had a…thing for her. The question was less of a why was she doing what she was doing, but why did she have a thing for her. Kim sighed. She could see why Camille was so hostile towards Shego. The woman was a real piece of work. And she had only been with her for ten minutes. Camille was obviously more invested in the relationship than Shego was. Kim almost felt sorry for Camille. Almost.
"So are you going to keep…you know…umm.."
"Am I going to keep fucking her while she pretends to be you? No."
"Well, that's one way to put it…" Kim muttered to herself.
"Lemme ask you this. Why do you even care so much? Its not like I ever tried to molest you or anything. There's plenty of people in the world that are doing the same thing and you're not questioning them about it." Shego inquired.
"I don't know them, doy!" Kim exclaimed, a little loudly.
"Uh huh. So you're perfectly fine with the fact that if you said I could I would be-" Kim held her hand up.
"Please don't finish that sentence." Shego laughed.
"But you're fine with that though?" She asked, quite interested.
"Well…I don't know! This is weird!" Shego rolled her eyes. If it was a weird as the girl was making it seem, Shego knew for a fact the girl wouldn't even be there. Alone. In her room. With no one else around. Drinking coffee. In movies didn't coffee mean...
"Shego!" Kim snapped her fingers in the older woman's face.
"What the fuck are you screaming for? I swear you're worse than Drakken.." Shego mumbled.
They sat in silence for a short period of time.
"So…" Shego trailed. "More coffee?"