She hadn't slept in three days. She had been afraid too. She had risked everything she could to try and force back the darkness that was inside of her, and she won, at least for now. Dark Kimmie as she now preferred to call it spent her time chiding Kim about every little thing she could.
“Come on Kimmie. You need to sleep eventually.”
“Not going to. Not with you in there.”
“Ahhh…but you can't avoid sleep forever. It'll kill you faster than lack of water or food will. What's left of your mind, and your body will begin to break down.”
Kim ignored the voice as best as she could. It was trying to make her wear down faster. The problem was it was right. She needed to sleep. But if she slept Dark Kimmie would win, and be in control again. She slumped down against a tree. She needed to find somewhere safe where it didn't matter which Kim she was. Someplace that could keep her from hurting people. Someplace where she couldn't hurt Shego.
She rubbed her head. It was hard to think with the damned voice in her head. She had briefly considered letting herself die when she had jumped off the cliff, but that would have shattered what little bit of sanity Shego seemed to retain.
Kim rubbed her head. She still had a headache. The throbbing had actually only gotten worse over the past three days, and was now equal to the pain her arm had felt when she had broken it.
She slowly got to her feet. She had to find someway to free herself from that damned thing in her head. To free herself from what Drakken had done. She shuffled off into the night that surrounded her, hoping that she might find the solution she needed in the darkness.
Shego spent the third night in a row on the couch watching the door. She was hoping, and praying Kim would come home soon. She had stopped crying though…there were no more tears left in her. She still felt weak though. Drakken had made Kim into everything Shego used to pretend she was.
Kim was a lot more violent though. Shego had spent a couple of hours finding and cleaning each individual cut. Though she had to get some help when it came to the ones that had been etched into her back.
Dr. Possible never once complained, and even complimented Shego on sitting still while rubbing alcohol was carefully put on each cut, followed by antibiotic cream and bandages.
Shego had barely moved from the couch twice since she had parked herself there. Once for food, and the other time to change the bandages, which was only because Dr. Possible insisted it be done. Thankfully Shego had been healing quickly, and most of the scratches were now gone, meaning she didn't threaten the amount of medical supplies that were in the house. Though despite her fast healing she was still missing a tooth, which would need replacing in the future. Shego silently thanked the beings above for making sure it was a molar though, because it would have ruined everything to lose one of her front teeth.
Exhaustion finally over took the woman though and she nodded off on the couch. A blanket was pulled over her by caring hands as she slept.
Shego woke to Stoppable sitting near her feet. “How long you been there?”
“Only about ten minutes. I figured you'd be up before noon.”
Shego stretched a little as she sat up. Curse her for falling asleep. How could she let herself do it?
“So why are you here?”
“KPs been found.”
Shego's face was a mixture of relief and worry, “Where is she?”
“That's the hard part. She's being kept in an institute for the Mentally Deranged.”
Shego got up, “Where is it?”
Ron looked away, “She asked me not to tell you. She was afraid that she'd hurt you again.”
“WHAT?”
“Apparently she turned herself in. All I got was an email. I don't even know where she is right now. It seems she was able to overpower Drakken's little nano machine for a while, but she believes that it'll take over again very soon. And most likely go after you.”
Shego looked crushed. She slumped onto the couch. Kimmie, her Kimmie was alive. But she wasn't able to see her again. Not until Kimmie was better…if she was ever better.
Ron left a short while later. It hurt to lie to Shego like that. He knew exactly where Kim was. But he didn't want break his promise to Kim either. He felt horrible inside. Kim's parents where pretty sure they had a cure…but they weren't sure yet. Wade had even managed to call in a few favors to get some help on the situation, but no one was sure if it was going to safely work.
And right now in Arizona was KP. Or rather something that looked like her. It kept pacing back and forth inside of the room it had been confined in. Ron inhaled sharply, “Rufus…little buddy…I hope KP gets better soon.”
Rufus nodded solemnly in response. He didn't need to say anything to Ron. The two had a connection like no other, and they both knew that right now they needed sleep more than anything.
Dark Kimmie was behind the wheel again. That was the bad news. The good news is Kim had managed to check herself into a high security mental institution, along with a full explanation, and the proper paper work, before she collapsed onto her bed.
Only one person had visited her since she had been admitted the night before, and he decided that she was not going to be released yet. Everything hinged on that one boy. Dark Kimmie, even she liked the name that Kim had given her, was furious, and tried to get him through the plexi-glass, but it was stronger than she was.
“Doesn't feel too good does it?”
“Shut up. I'm the one who's supposed to mock you.”
“From where I'm sitting you're not in much of a position to do that.”
“Neither are you, bitch.”
“Struck a nerve did I?”
Dark Kimmie sat on the bed that was in the room and crossed her arms. She was not happy. She was supposed to be working for Drakken, supposed to be his evil little enforcer, not a caged animal in a fucking mental institution. She just needed to get back out.
And to do that, all she needed was opportunity.
Diary,
Good news! Kimmie's alive!
Bad news. I'm not allowed to see her until she's released. And she isn't going to be released until that boy Stoppable says it's safe.
I know this because I hacked the information myself. See, all that practice hacking the server in high school, was worth something!
I guess it’ for the best. Stoppable knows Kimmie better than even her parents, so he'll be able to tell if it's her or not. I wish he hadn't lied to me though. I guess he was trying to protect me. I guess I'll let him off in that case, because it was actually pretty noble and kind of sweet of him to do.
Don't get me wrong, I do -not- have feelings for the boy. I just understand why Kimmie puts up with him so much. He's really not that bad of a person. And he held of thirty or so thugs on his own. Not bad for someone who spends his time running and hiding all the time I'd say.
I'm glad you're just a diary though, or else it'd be hard to own up to everything all the time. All the times I've poured out my heart into these pages has kept me sane over the years. It's really sad to see that this is the last entry I'll be able to make in you though. I would really love to tell you how it all ends…whether good or bad…but you don't have any paper. In fact this whole last paragraph is on the inside of your cover.
Sorry, and thanks for all the support.
Love Sara
Shego sighed as she looked at the book. It had survived electrocution, plasma, a few experiments by Drakken, and nearly being dropped in a volcano. It felt like she lost a friend as she close the cover. Lifting up a corner of the mattress she tucked it safely away next to Kim's diary, which looked like it had been through just as much if not more than Shego's.
The woman sighed. She was tempted to sneak in and see Kimmie, but the girl had explicitly said she was to not visit. The girl even triple underlined the request. Shego knew Kim meant it for the best, but the denial that was staring her in the face still felt like a cold slap in the face. She just hoped that her Princess would come home soon.
Dark Kimmie grimaced at the door. She had been waiting for what seemed like forever for that door to open for the dinner meal, and it had yet too. During the past meals that day two large men came in first, made sure she wasn't going to escape as a young woman set a tray of food on the bed, then they left in the opposite order they came in. Dark Kimmie had watched it all very carefully. They were good at their routine, but then again they never had to keep Kim Possible locked up before. All she had to do was be patience and wait for dinner.
Dr. Possible scratched his head for the third time in the past hour. Even with the extra help that Wade had gotten a hold of, and his wife's knowledge of the human brain, it seemed like they were no closer to completing it than when they had started. Then something dawned on him.
“The nano machines formed a neural net in Kimmicub's mind right?”
Several heads nodded, “And this net is immune to EMPs, and everything else we have thrown at it right?”
More nodding.
“It's emotionally based. So why not override it with pure emotion.”
One hand went up, “You're suggesting we override this hate, anger and violence this net is generating, with what? Happiness? Depression? What?”
He couldn't help but feel like he was being a little cliché in his thinking, but it was the only shot they had come up with in two days. Save for a nuclear blast. And that was out for the obvious reason. “I was thinking love.”
“Are you sure you've had enough sleep?”
“Positive. After all ‘Love conquers all’ right?”
A couple of the people in the room groaned at this statement.
Finally someone spoke up, “Seeing as we really don't have any other options right now, it's worth a shot. Besides, if it doesn't work we can always try something else.”
Several heads nodded at this. Anything was worth a shot at this point.
Dr. Possible spoke up, “I agree. Besides, the bio-electrical stimuli from a romantic moment may actually knock the net out.”
“Wait…we're going with romantic love? But she doesn't have a boyfriend.”
The Doctors Possible looked at each other as if asking each other permission before one of them spoke.
“No but she does have a girlfriend.”
There was some murmuring at this but someone spoke up, “I don't care if the girl is dating a fence post! Right now anything would be helpful.”
Ron stared at the screen of his Ron Com, “Your kidding me Wade. The most secure mental institute on the PLANET and she escapes?”
Wade nodded solemnly, “Afraid so. I have worse news to boot. One of the orderlies was curled in the fetal position when they found her. Apparently she was muttering over and over that she had seen the face of true evil.”
“Great…she escaped AND she's in evil scary mode?”
Wade nodded.
Ron ran his fingers through his hair. They had finally come up with something that -might- work to save KP. But now she was loose, and the gods only knew where she could be.
“You able to track her Wade?”
Wade sighed, “Not a chance. She's too careful to follow by satellite. We're just going to have to hope her hunch about hurting Shego's right and she goes after her.”
Ron winced. This meant that they were going to need to field test something they weren't even sure would work. This was not good. Not good at all.
“Thanks for the heads up Wade. Make sure you tell Shego.”
“Will do Ron. Just be careful incase she goes after you instead.”
“No problem Wade.”
Diary,
Hi. It's kinda weird to be spilling to a new diary now. No offense or anything, but I miss the old one…it was so familiar. Well at least you have emerald colored paper.
Kimmie's dad managed to think of a plan to try and help her. I have to kiss her. Simple enough, right?
Bad news is that the evil Kimmie was last reported in control of her body, and escaped the most secure mental joint in the world. If it wasn't for the whole ‘Wants Shego dead’ thing that this version of Kimmie radiates, I'd give her kudos.
So here I am…waiting for Kimmie to find me. All I can do is wait here in her room, hoping she's looking for me.
I'm not sure how I'm going to do it, but I'm going to do my best to give her my best brain-melting kiss to date when I catch her.
If she doesn't kill me first that is.
So much riding on such a little thing. The whole world in fact…riding on the fate of a single kiss.
Sounds almost like some kind of fantasy romance novel doesn't it?
Well I'm going to say good-bye incase I never get to write in you again.
Love Shego
P.S. If I live I'll let you have my real name.
Author's notes: Almost done? Perhaps, perhaps note. Six chapters in a weekend is still a little insane though…Yeah…anyways please review. Why? Because I'm a glutton for punishment.