2 days ago:
After Shego had ran away from the bruised and battered form of Kim Possible, she knew that she had crossed a line she had never crossed before. She had grown to care for someone, and care deeply. Gulping Shego tried to swallow the lump in her throat as she jumped into the hoverpod, lifting off she decided she deserved a break from Drakken.
As the pod lifted up and away from the sounds of the approaching emergency vehicles, Shego turned on the cloaking device, turning her invisible to witnesses’ eyes. She didn’t know where to go, but she knew that she had to get away. Biting her lip she ran through a list of hideouts that she kept for escapes. Picking out the closest one she let her mind drift back over the fight.
Kim hadn’t fought back; she had even said that she didn’t want to fight anymore. No, it wasn’t just fighting. It was fighting Shego that Kim had given up. Shego knew that she had lost it too, lost it on the one person who could stand up to her. If she believed in God, she’d be praying that Kim lived, that Kim would come after her. She didn’t want Kim out of her life, not for good.
Shaking her head, Shego noticed that she had gotten farther than she had thought. Slowing down, she landed in front of an abandoned lumber mill that she had found a while ago. Setting the pod down she wiped and over wrote the core memory until she felt even GJ would give up trying to read it. Once the memory was purged Shego programmed it to return to Drakken after a minute, she then jumped out in front of the abandoned lumber mill and walked away as it powered up and flew off.
Slipping though a loose section of wall Shego scanned the interior, judging by the layer of dust and the still standing stack of canned goods she could tell the place had been undisturbed since her last visit. Before allowing herself to relax Shego checked the room over and found her sleeping bag and wash basin right where she left them, the basin reminded her she was sweaty and grimy and she wanted a bath, but for now she decided something to eat and some sleep would come first.
Letting out a sigh of annoyance Shego pulled a random can from the top of the stack, beef stew, yum she thought sarcastically. Muttering darkly she sliced the top open with her finely honed claws. Setting the can on a nearby cinderblock, well scorched from previous use, she began heating the block with her plasma leaving her mind to drift back in thought.
She had let Kim see her as no one ever saw her, she would never be able to live it down that she was crying, and Kim had known who she was the whole time. Had it all been a plot to spy on her and Drakken, she wondered. No, that wasn’t Kim’s style, nor was it likely that she would have ever been able to arrange for the meeting to occur how it did, loose dogs aren’t exactly controllable. And she couldn’t see Kim running herself into a wall that hard deliberately. Heck, when she thought about it, Shego herself hadn’t even known she was going to be coming out of that building until an hour before, when Drakken asked her to make the run.
He wanted bananas of all things, and rather than just send some of his henchmen, he sent her. She was a class ‘A’ thief with green skin, powers over plasma, a penchant for violence, and damn sexy, not some stupid, mindless errand girl. The only reason she had done it was to get away from his whining.
Shaking her head to clear away the memories Shego smelled something that didn’t make her any happier, it smelt like something burning. Looking at the can of stew she had been heating she noticed, it was slightly on fire and carbonizing on top. Thinking quickly she opened a bottle of water and dowsed the flame, muttering irritably and fuming a bit herself Shego took out her camp spoon scraped off the top crust and forced down several mouthfuls of the overcooked goop.
Closing her eyes so she wouldn’t have to fight revulsion over the appearance as well as the taste, Shego groaned as she saw Kim’s face in her mind’s eye. Kim was looking at her with worry and compassion. It was the same expression she had worn when she had mauled the redhead. Looking at it now, she couldn’t understand why Kim hadn’t just tried to run away from her attacking. The redhead had to have known she would likely take a beating, but still she approached.
“Please Shego, just listen to me and we can talk this over.” Kim had said during the battle. Kim had to have known it was a trap, she had to, but her heart had tried to get through to Shego. Kim had cared deeply for Shego, and apparently not just from her time as Nemesis.
“I had no choice Shego, and I didn’t want to hurt you,” Kim’s voice said in her mind softly, the pain in her own voice plainly evident. Why was she such a fool as to not have picked up on that, Shego pondered as the sound of her spoon scraping the bottom of the can reached her ears.
Shego set her can aside as she stood up and stretched. There was nothing to do right now but go to sleep, especially since she seemed to be developing a headache. Letting out an annoyed sigh, Shego rolled out her sleeping bag and placed her pillow at the open end.
Rubbing the sore spot that was building in her lower back, Shego plopped down in her sleeping bag and closed her eyes. “Princess, you better heal alright. I know you’re strong enough to bounce back.”
With that last thought, Shego turned over onto her stomach and drifted off to sleep. As she slept events were taking place that she’d find out in the morning, but all she knew right now was that visions of Nemmy resting on her lap filled her dreams, slowly shifting to Kim’s head resting there.