I do not own the Disney characters named herein, and am only using them for a nonprofit tale meant to entertain only.
Kim Possible: Rogue
By LJ58
10
"We are ten minutes out," Bonnie called from the cockpit, surprising Will by being her own pilot.
Will was up instantly, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he looked around.
Dr. Director merely sat up as if only resting her eyes, and nodded at him from the seat behind Bonnie's own.
"I assume you didn't warn them we're aboard," she asked.
"In this case, I felt it was better to spring you on them. I'm about to contact the island, though, and will say I'm bringing guests. Trust me, the old man will be honor bound to offer you hospitality even if he can't stand the idea that you're on his turf. The rest is up to you."
"Indeed," Will grimaced.
"And, you, leave the attitude behind, or you can stay on the jet," Bonnie shot over her shoulder at him.
"She's right, Will. Just now, the Seniors may well prove to be valuable allies if half of what I fear is going on."
"You still haven't said….?"
"I'm not going to voice anything until I know for certain. I like to be certain of my fact before I speak. Or act."
Will simply nodded.
He had long noted that Dr. Director tended to play things close and quiet at the best of times. Still, hers was a sterling reputation, and he would not do anything to tarnish it. Nor would he let anyone else do so.
Whoever was targeting his mentor was going to rue it in the end. He would ensure they did so.
"Junior, are you there, sugar?"
Will grimaced as Bonnie all but cooed over the radio.
"Hello, my darling. And where have you been this week? You disappeared without a trace. Without warning. Without leaving me my credit cards!"
Dr. Director tried very hard not to laugh as Will just gaped.
"Don't worry. I'm home now, sweetie, and I'm bringing guests," she radioed back without comment of their reactions.
"Ohhh," the boy-man squealed. "Are we having a party?"
Betty's grim visage didn't change a bit. Will looked disgusted.
"A….kind of party. Perhaps you'll have some tea, and refreshments ready for us?"
"Oh, that kind of party. Well, I suppose you must like them, or you wouldn't drink so much tea with your friends," Junior's voice changed to a bland, indifferent tone. "Or is it you just like the tea?"
"A little of both, baby. A little of both. Now listen; you and dad are both invited to this party. In fact, my guests really want to meet you both."
"Oh, goody. Then maybe afterward we can dance….."
"Junior, tea first. I'll be landing in…..seven minutes."
"Your party shall be awaiting the guests of honor. You, too, my beloved little snoogly-boogly."
Will's jaw dropped as he stared at the brunette.
"If you value your life," Bonnie said coldly. "You will never, ever, repeat, or comment on what you just heard."
"Whyever would I," Will asked as if offended.
Dr. Director merely eyed the island landing strip ahead as her sharp eye took in the security. Much of it, she could tell, had been recently upgraded. Professionally, too, from what she could see.
"Dad…. Senor Senior, Sr., has been a little…..cautious of late, as I said. I still don't know why," Bonnie told the woman as she brought the jet down with a smooth touch, and rolled toward the small, but very well equipped hangar. "Even I don't know all his secrets," she remarked, her tone implying 'yet.'
A few minutes later, they were on the ground, and Betty's first look at the ominous looking missile launchers hidden among the trees told her an uninvited guest would have never gotten near the place. Beyond the nose of the aircraft, Betty noted four Henches in the traditional red and black were coming out to greet them even as Bonnie maneuvered the small jet toward the hangar.
"Is that right," Dr. Director finally murmured a noncommittal response.
She glanced at Will as Bonnie shut down the engines, and quickly filled out a flight log declaring her completed flight plan. Dr. Director had already long known the woman was meticulous in attending to details in spite of her careless, and somewhat prickly reputation. It was part of why she made such a good double-agent.
"Let's get this over with," Bonnie told her as she walked to the door that was shoved open, and found the steps already rolled up to the side of the jet even as two other Henches were already refueling the plane, and one was going over a post-flight check even as Bonnie handed him her flight logs.
"See those are properly filed, and reported, Douglas," she told the nearest Hench. "Thanks."
"Yes, ma'am. Will that be all, Mrs. Senior?"
"Just have the jet ready. My guests may have to depart….suddenly."
The man eyed the two agents, but said nothing as he simply nodded, and watched them head to the motorized cart that Bonnie drove herself. She headed directly to the island villa that was more mansion than not after they climbed in, and Betty glanced around as she took in the additional security that made even some of her peers' paranoia look careless compared to the raw firepower awaiting anyone that tried breeching Senior's airspace. She could guess that he likely had just as much awaiting any water-based assaults.
"Yes, he upgraded underwater, and beach security, too," Bonnie told her, noting her attention to details around them, and guessing her thoughts. "It's hard to even tan properly of late since you can't go down to the ocean without setting something off."
"He obviously thinks he has something to worry about," Betty said as they left the cart, and walked into the house.
"Indeed, I do, Dr. Director. Indeed, I do," the old man said as he stood in the receiving hall, leaning on his ivory-handled cane in what the agent knew was a cleverly deceptive pose.
The old man, she well knew, was a classically trained athlete, and could move faster, and with more skill than many half his age. He also had a dangerous affinity for gadgets that made the legendary MI6 agents look like schoolchildren. Then, too, she wouldn't doubt he had likely treated himself with likely illegal, or unethical treatments to keep himself so fit for so long. If anything, he was more dangerous than men less than half his age. So if he was worried, so was she.
"Senor Senior," Betty nodded. "We need to talk."
"I assume you've learned by now that Shego is working for me," he asked blandly.
Betty didn't blink an eye.
"It was obvious once I started putting pieces together," she said, betraying not one degree of surprise. "The only thing I don't know…..is why," she stressed.
"The usual reasons," the man shrugged carelessly as he gestured for them to follow as Will remained quiet, carefully staring around him for signs of any trap, or ambush. The old man, they both knew, had a penchant for dropping you in pits, or worse, right in the middle of being hospitable at the best of times.
"Don't worry, young man," Senor Senior smiled over his shoulder. "You are my daughter-in-law's guests, so you are quite safe. Indeed, I suspect that as you are here, you are about to become my newest allies in crime, so to speak."
"Hardly crime," Dr. Director snapped back as they were led into a very luxuriously sitting room adorned with white leather, and matching décor.
"No? Then I didn't recently come across your names on international wants for alleged treason, and espionage against nine separate nations?"
"So, that's their gambit," Dr. Director mused somberly as she took a seat on a leather couch that was so white it looked carved from ice.
It was, however, far more comfortable.
Will sat beside her, both of them poised in case instantaneous action were required.
"Relax," Junior said, coming in just then carrying an ornate silver service with a delicate Chinese porcelain tea set that looked like it might have been worthy of gracing the emperor's own table. "Enjoy your tea. Then we shall par….."
"Junior," Bonnie growled.
"Fine. We shall wait for the dancing until later," he sighed, sitting beside her on a divan angled near the couch in the homey corner made of a huge living area.
His father took a chair that was angled to face them both, and gestured to Bonnie.
"Why don't you pour, my dear. You know how I prefer my own beverage."
Bonnie smiled fondly at him, and prepared tea for her, Junior, and her father-in-law. Her husband took lots of honey, while Senior, Sr. only took a bit of lemon.
"Nothing for me. I favor the pure flavor of the leaf," Dr. Director told her.
"I don't like tea," Will grunted.
"Oh, dear, that shall never do. Junior, fetch the young man a beverage of his choice."
"I suppose you drink that dreadful coffee stuff," the young man rose complaining after his father's command. And it had been a command. They didn't doubt it for an instant.
"Juice, if you have it. Or water," Will Du told him. "I favor keeping artificial stimulants of any kind from my body."
"Wise of you," Senior, Sr. nodded at Will as Junior walked off to find the drink.
"Ready to talk," Dr. Director asked. "Because you're obviously just as worried as I am of the current trend in military politics of late."
"Oh, it has nothing to do with politics, my dear woman," Senior, Sr. told her. "In fact, it has very little to do with governments at all."
"Explain, please?"
"How well do you know just what the failed Cadmus project was attempting to do?"
"Cadmus," she frowned.
"Do not play games now, Dr. Director," he chided. "We both know you were, in part, responsible for leaking certain details to interested parties that helped shut down that mad project."
Betty said nothing, sipped from her cup again, and then set it aside.
"General Hardcastle's pet project to create super soldiers he could control. All while neutralizing any 'free agents.' The man's paranoia about meta-enhanced humans has been legendary even before the government officially backed the research," she nodded. "Only he took it in new, and disturbing directions. He wanted to…..destroy those with genetic enhancements that he didn't personally command, never realizing that they represented the new evolutionary step for our entire race. His success would have meant the death of our species."
"Indeed. Indeed. But while Cadmus was shut down, it wasn't neutralized. I believe you are also familiar with Lilac Valley?"
"Not as much as I used to be. I understand they recently lost something. Something….critical."
"Critical in more ways than you can imagine," the old man sighed as Junior returned carrying a smaller tray. One filled with a variety of juices in bottles, and two filled pitchers.
"I did not know which you favored, so I brought you a sampler," Junior smiled at Will. "Enjoy!"
Will looked nonplussed, and then took a small bottle of unsweetened apple from the tray.
"You do not wish to try the peach-berry-mango? Or the…."
"Perhaps later," Will cut him off as he opened the bottle he deemed safe. "Wouldn't want to spoil myself," he added. "And I favor….simple things."
Senior, Sr. smiled knowingly as Junior actually pouted, declaring, "How dreadful!"
"Now," Dr. Director asked. "You were saying?"
"I suppose it would be best to go back….as they say…..to the beginning," he told the woman.
"And when was that," she asked.
"I suppose for our purposes, that would be when our erstwhile friend and foe in one married my current ally."
Betty frowned as Will only looked puzzled.
"Who are you talking….?"
"Kimberly, Will. He's talking about Kimberly, and Shego."
Will almost choked on the mouthful of juice he had just taken.
KP
"Are you kidding me," Ron declared, gaping at Shego who had just hit him with both proverbial barrels. And a hammer. Hard.
"Do I look like I'm kidding," Shego demanded curtly. "The only reason I'm with...my current employer is because they were the only one that knew what was happening. The only one willing, or able to buck the current authorities to help me find her."
Ron considered her tone, and expression, and shook his head.
"To be fair, we kept it from everyone," Shego told him. "We both had….reputations to protect. Even if I was working on going….straight."
"Straight," Ron asked blandly, a single brow rising over his left eye.
"Well, at the time, I was. Until the suits took my Princess."
"Maybe you'd better start at the beginning. Like how you even…..got together? Or how you ended up….?"
He couldn't finish that sentence. It was too bizarre for him to even accept.
"Simple enough," Shego remarked. "It started the way all our meetings went," she said as she glanced off, remembering something that made her smile. "With a fight."
KP
Just Over Three Years Ago:
Shego was mindlessly walking through the dark streets, looking for something to occupy her when she heard the telltale thud of flesh on flesh. She turned toward the alley, and her keen eyes saw a body fly across the alley's mouth to slam into a brick wall.
Knowing the way the city was lain out, she knew someone was getting into something in the back of the alley that would likely never be noticed by the local authorities. Before, or after it happened. Deciding to take a look for herself when she realized she could hear a lot of hardcore cursing, and sounds of a genuine free-for-all, she sauntered down the dark alley, noted all the closed windows around her, and how every drape, and shade seemed pulled, or lowered.
Yeah, it was one of those neighborhoods.
She walked around the corner just in time to duck another body flying her way.
Just before she spotted a redheaded young woman in the middle of at least twenty men in street clothes that marked them as a local gang. The kind that could, and did, get away with murder.
She frowned, then the woman looked her way, and she saw the familiar set of determined features, and the grim, yet sparkling eyes that told her the woman wasn't even thinking of the odds. She was just doing what needed doing. At least, in her mind.
Still, she couldn't think of a single reason that Kim Possible, recently the darling of the media before she inexplicably vanished from public eye, would be in a Hong Kong back-alley, slugging it out with local bad boys.
Then she saw one of the men get a lucky blow to her kidneys that put her down even as the men swarmed her. She saw the rising clubs. The gleam of knifes, and knew what was coming.
She didn't even hesitate as plasma exploded from both hands, and she literally leapt into the fray. She couldn't help smirking as she chided her longtime rival.
"What's wrong, Princess? Forget to keep your guard up?"
"Shego," she rasped, obviously nearly spent, and looking far worse for wear than usual. "What are you….?"
She paused, snapped off a kick that could have gone better, and spun around to drive an elbow, and simultaneous fist into a man rushing her from behind again.
"Wow," Shego exclaimed, keeping an experienced eye on the redhead. "You've really gotten rusty, Kimmie. I'd better finish this up for both our sakes."
"Please, and thank you," the obviously weary redhead actually remarked as she barely dodged a club aimed at her head, and then turned to send a very effective combination punch into the man's face that sent him reeling back with a shrill scream as his hands dropped his club to grasp his pulped nose, and likely broken jaw.
Shego's entire body flared with green light as she let her plasma roil, and she shouted, "Who wants barbeque," as she blasted a few knives with superheated plasma that literally melted the dropped blades from scorched hands.
The men, no fools, ran for their lives.
She smirked as she saw some of those still conscious, though not quite as fleet, still trying to crawl away if they couldn't stand.
"Amateurs," she sneered, killing her plasma flow before she turned back to Kim.
"Wow," she said, staring at the battered, bloody redhead. "You have gotten rusty."
"Too many….hours in….classes," the redhead grimaced, and dropped panting to her knees.
"The Kimmie I knew would have still managed to stay in top form."
"Not much reason for it lately," she shrugged, kneeling there, and looking forlorn as she struggled to calm her ragged breathing.
"C'mon, you need a drink…."
"I'm still underage, even here. And….I don't drink."
"Tea," Shego suggested. "I know a little café that serves very good green tea. It'll put some energy back in you," she added.
"Sounds….good," Kim panted as she let Shego lift her to her feet again.
She resisted the urge to lean on her, though, and through sheer will, kept to her own feet as she followed the green-skinned woman out of the alley.
They walked in relative silence as they ignored the many eyes now on them from doors and windows all around them. Shego didn't care, though. She knew not one of them had the guts to face her down even on her worst day. Frankly, even if she had left the 'evil community,' her former peers knew she wasn't one to be trifled with at any time.
That, and Jack Hench was still trying to conscript her for some big job he kept hinting might just be up her alley.
"Shego," Kim finally asked as they neared an open street café that was little more than a cubicle in amongst the tightly packed apartment buildings around them. "Why…..?"
"Why, what? Why is the sky blue? Why are you so dense? Why….?"
"Why did you help me?"
"Professional curtsey," Shego offered, actually pulling out a chair for her.
Kim managed a very eloquent snort, though she did take the chair.
"Two fresh green," Shego told the waitress, a wizened old woman who came out to regard the two Western women with uncertain eyes. That Shego spoke flawless Chinese made the old woman nod to her with a degree of respect.
"So?"
Shego turned back to Kim.
"Three years ago," Shego told her. "Well, maybe more. But especially then."
"Three….?"
Kim's eyes narrowed in thought, and she considered her time back them.
"Are you talking….about the 'Miss Go' incident?"
"That's probably the core of it. But….yeah, for the most part, it is."
"But….?"
"I owe you, Kimberly," she told her as the old woman returned, putting two saucers and cups filled with steaming, fresh tea down before them. There were even tiny leaves swirling in the drink, testifying to its fresh origin.
"Thank you," Shego replied, and handed her a bill that was five times the usual payment for the tea.
The woman's eyes rounded.
"Keep the change," Shego smiled, and nodded. "We want only tea, and a quiet moment to drink it, please."
She had little doubt the old woman could fill both orders.
The woman bowed to her, scooped up the bill, and walked away.
Shego's keen eyes didn't miss the gestures she made just before going inside her storefront café.
"What did those gestures mean," Kim asked.
"Gestures?"
"I know some Chinese, too, Shego. I didn't know those….signals she just made."
"Madame Ping is more than a very good cook. She runs a clinic for some of the street people. If she wants someone taken out, any one of her clients will do it without batting an eye. If she wants someone left alone, God help you if you touch them."
"She's in the Triads," Kim guessed.
"You aren't involved with them, are you," Shego asked, genuinely horrified.
"Not…directly."
"Want to explain that?"
"It's not much. One of my classmates turned out to be a local big shot's nephew."
"You didn't….?"
"I didn't do anything. Except outperform him in one of our classes. He took it as a personal insult to his honor, or something, and sent his father's bullies after me. This is the fourth time I've had to fight them off. First time they sent so many, though," she grimaced.
"So, this is all about….spite?"
"I guess. He didn't like the fact an American, especially an American female, took his spot as top student in our classes."
"You have a lot to learn about male egos, Kimberly," Shego called her formally again.
Kim eyed her.
"You still haven't explained…. I half expected you to join them."
"Without being paid," Shego asked as if appalled.
Kim couldn't help but laugh.
"Finish your tea, and we'll talk on the way back to your place. Which is…..where?"
"You don't know?"
"I just got into town," Shego admitted.
"So you weren't….stalking me," she asked quietly.
"Stalking you? Paranoid much, Princess," Shego grinned. "But, no. I just happened to be in town looking for diversions, when I found a little warm-up exercise with my favorite cheerleader," she grinned.
"I'm not a cheerleader. Not anymore," Kim remarked as she drained her cup, and put it down.
Even as she rose, she left a more modest bill at the side of the cup, and turned and bowed toward the shop, though she couldn't see the old woman.
"Well, you're not completely ignorant," Shego remarked after doing the same before she now followed Kim rather than leading her. "You live on campus?"
"No. Just outside campus. The officials were a little worried about my….former work following me home."
"I get that. It's why I bought an island, instead of a house in the 'burbs."
"A whole island," Kim exclaimed.
"Well, claimed it, more than bought it. It was just sitting there, no one was around, so….."
"Shego, isn't that…..?"
"You'd be surprised how many uncharted, uninhabited islands are out there just waiting to be discovered, Kim," Shego told her. "I just put down stakes on one I felt reasonably sure no one would ever find, or bother."
"Yet you're here now?"
"Uninhabited islands aren't that much fun after a while when you're the only one home," she sighed after a moment.
"Okay, I can see that. So, is it close?"
"Angling for an invite," Shego grinned.
"No, I just wondered…. How it is you ended up here, of all places. The probabilities do seem…."
"Serendipity," Shego suggested as they neared a slightly more upscale block of apartments. Not much larger than the genuine slums they had left behind, but likely just the thing a 'wealthy' American college student might rent.
"Right," Kim chuckled. "So, want to come up, and finish explaining how you think you owe me anything?"
Shego stopped, and stared hard at her.
"Kim, I owe you everything," she told her earnestly.
Kim said nothing to that, and led her upstairs to her very Spartan, but somewhat messy apartment.
"I see you're still not much of a domestic.
"Not many guests," she blushed as she went to the efficiency's kitchen, and scrubbed her face, cringing when she abraded a bruise, or cut.
"Jeez, Princess, don't you know how to care for youself," Shego demanded, walking over to take the cotton cloth from her hand, to dab at the worst cut on her brow. "Do you have a first aid kit?"
"Under the….ouch!….cabinet."
Shego smirked at her complaint, and followed her finger.
"Baby," she said, and leaned down to pull out a very good kit. "Planning on surgery?"
"I don't like doctors."
"Even though your mom….."
"I don't like other doctors," Kim huffed as Shego dressed her more obvious wounds.
"Seriously, Kim," Shego asked putting the kit away after tending her injuries. "How did you let yourself get so out of shape? You used to be almost as good as moi."
"Almost," she huffed, then sighed, and shrugged. "I guess…. Well, I didn't have any reason to….."
"The bounty Jack still has on your head isn't reason enough?"
"Bounty? Really?"
"You didn't know," Shego asked.
"I've been kind of immersed in school lately," she admitted.
"Jeez, woman. You need a keeper."
"I so do not!"
"You so do."
"What, are you volunteering," Kim challenged.
"Maybe," Shego murmured after a moment. "You got any tea around her. Cola? Coffee?"
"Instant coffee. American, too. Mom sends it."
"So you keep in touch with your folks?"
"Yes," Kim huffed now, her tone indignant.
"I just saying, you pretty much seem to have cut yourself off otherwise."
"No, I haven't."
"No? When was the last time you went home?"
"The summer I graduated," she admitted.
"You've been here over a year without….?"
"I want to finish my education before I go home, and pick a career," she shrugged.
"What about your boyfriend?"
"Don't have one."
"Missions?"
"I quit," she admitted.
"So, what do you do for fun?"
"Study."
"You need a keeper," Shego echoed as she continued to work on her before she was satisfied she had tended the worst of her injuries.
"I so do not," Kim grumbled indignantly as Shego now rummaged her cabinets, setting out two mugs, and putting water on the hotplate to boil as she spooned out coffee from a half empty jar.
"Instant everything? You don't even eat right, I'm betting. No wonder you got winded so easily out there."
"I told you….."
"Do you even still work out?"
"Sometimes," Kim said, having taken a seat at the small, round table in the middle of her dining/kitchen area.
"What about your….? Stoppable? What happened to him?"
"We don't see each other any more. He kind of….went other places. Places I couldn't go," she said, her tone morose now.
"I can imagine," Shego nodded. "I still remember watching him dismantle those not-so-jolly green giants. Even Drew figured it out after I told him about monkey-boy. It's part of why he chose to go legit. Well, as legit as he could."
Kim shared a knowing smile with her as Shego finished making the coffee, and set the cups in front of her before she took the other seat, alarmed at how the small, aluminum chair rocked as she did.
"How do you live like this," she complained.
"I get by."
"You are slowly killing yourself, Kimberly," Shego told her. "I can tell. One of these days, those….bullies, as you call them, will catch you, and they won't even hesitate. You have to know that."
"I'll graduate soon enough, and be gone. I doubt…."
"If this wannabe gets his daddy involved," Shego warned her. "You won't last long enough to reach home, let alone graduate."
Kim frowned at that.
"How about you," Kim countered. "You still have said why you helped me? Why you really helped me."
Shego stared hard at her.
"You really want to know," she finally asked.
Kim nodded.
"Miss Go is part of it," she said without preamble. "But only part."
She reached into the inside pocket of her casual blazer she wore that matched her dark slacks, and pulled out a small wallet. Opening it, she pulled out a small, charred photo taken from a public booth. She slid the photo across for Kim to see it was one of them taken at the Middleton Mall years ago.
"You kept….?"
"I almost didn't. Then, I remembered. I remembered a girl that should have been my enemy, but who couldn't help trying to help even me. Who went out of her way to try to do the right thing, even when it would have been easier to turn her back. Who even tried to help my idiot brothers, when they certainly didn't deserve it. You certainly didn't have any reason to help…."
"Shego…."
"Let me finish," Shego held up a hand, and then sighed. She took a long sip of her own bitter coffee before she commented, "Ugh."
"Shego…."
Shego held up a hand again.
"Didn't you notice how much easier it got afterward?"
"Easier," she frowned.
"Wade always got timely tips to help him. Anonymously, of course. You always managed to get out of anything Drew planned. Which never again even came close to succeeding. Who do you think tipped Wade off to his plant ploy that last time we met?"
"You? You were….?"
"I owed you. I did….revert after Stoppable blasted me, but….I did remember. I remembered you, and all you did. From the very first. And when I say the first…."
Kim said nothing as she stared at her.
"Do you know what I was going to say that day. Before Stoppable zapped me?"
"No. I always wondered…."
"I was going to say…. That I always admired you. Respected you. You faced what I what once faced, but you never once gave up. Even after Drew manipulated you with that whole synthodrone plot of his…."
"The less said of that, the better," Kim groaned, and buried her face in both hands.
"But you didn't give up back then. That's the difference between us, Kim. Even after all you faced, you kept going. I didn't. When I faced my crisis….. I gave up. Ran away. Took the easy path. You never did. Only now….."
"I retired, Shego. I'm not turning evil. I just….faced reality."
"Reality?"
"Ron…. He's better than I'll ever be. He….."
Shego shook her head.
"I see you're still an idiot, though," Shego declared, Kim still keeping her face hid.
"What?"
"Kimberly, did you ever hesitate to face me?"
Kim frowned. As much at the question as at the sudden formal address.
"I'm more dangerous than your monkey-master will ever be. I can channel raw cosmic might, and melt titanium steel without blinking. If I was that kind of person, I could vaporize my opponent with my little finger alone. Get it?"
Kim frowned all the more.
"You don't need power, Kimberly," Shego told her gently, reaching out to take one hand she pulled form her face. "All you need is to believe in yourself. The way you used to do."
Kim stared at her, lowering her other hand to stare at Shego.
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying…. I still believe in you. I always have."
"Shego."
"And….after all we've faced. Shared. Experienced. My respect only grew. Only….matured. I realized….."
Kim blushed furiously.
"Are you saying….?"
"I love you, Kim Possible. And if anyone thinks they can just attack you for any reason, they are going to have to go through me first."
Kim just stared at her, and couldn't quite understand why she was suddenly crying.
To Be Continued…