Everyone began preparing for a mission: mission-clothes, utility-belts, Sheaghen and Shego in almost-matching body-suits… only Josh felt a bit left out, having no special clothes, tools, or gear to attend to. But that was okay – Josh wasn't going.
“Whaddaya mean ‘I'm not going’ !” he asked loudly when Ron told him.
“Josh… I'm sorry. You're not… I mean…” Ron stammered, desperately trying not to hurt his lover's feelings.
Kim stepped in, “You're not cut out for this, Josh, is what he's trying to say. I hate to put it that way, too… but, think about it, Josh… are you? You know the kind of stuff we do. Is that your… thing?”
“Well… Ron's been teaching me -”
Ron interrupted, “Yeah, I have, and I'm only a sidekick. Kim – and I guess Shego now, too – handle the tough stuff. My role is kind of… well, accidental. That seems to be what I'm good at.”
“Bullshit, Ron, I saw what you did in the -” Josh began, only to be cut off again.
“Yeah, but I can't count on that. Kim and Shego can count on their abilities. I'm like a random factor – that's what I do, that's what I am. Besides…” Ron didn't finish the sentence.
“ ‘Besides’ what?” Josh prompted.
Kim took over to finish the thought, “Besides… well, frankly, Josh, we've been told to keep you out of harm's way. By Dr. Director. She called me on my Communicator when you were kidnapped, and she seemed… well, she was panicked. Can you imagine? The Director, panicked? Apparently you're a little too valuable to risk. She wouldn't say why.”
Josh glared at her, then at Ron, and finally at Shego, who nodded her agreement.
“So you… you all knew this? You've all been talking about me? Behind my back?” he turned Ron, “Well?”
“Yeah. Josh… I don't know what's going on, either. I don't know what you did back at GJ while I was in Hong Kong, and apparently I'm not supposed to know. None of us know why we're supposed to protect you at all costs. That's what we were told… But if the Director said that, there's a reason. And we will. Well, Isure will, anyway.”
“Me too” Kim said seriously.
“And me” Shego added, no trace of sarcasm in her voice.
Josh of course knew, and could see the point of it, and that the Director was probably right… but that didn't make it any easier.
“So I'm supposed to sit here and twiddle my thumbs? While you're out there doing god knows what?”
Kim said, “You're supposed to stay close to your Communicator, and in contact with Wade. If we need you, we'll know how to get to you.”
“Well, that's just fuckin’ great. I'm supposed to sit by the phone, basically. I'll be real helpful that way…” Josh was resigned to his fate now. If something happened to Ron, what would he do? Call an ambulance? It was so unfair.
Ron took both of Josh's hands in his, and looked into his eyes intently, “Look… I don't like it either… I wish… Well, I wish…”
Josh pulled him tight into a hug. “Yeah, I wish too.” He pulled back to look his lover in the eyes, “You be careful… right?”
“I'll be careful, Josh. Skeeter.”
“Ace.”
His other job would be to keep an eye on Ko – though none of them would say it. Ko still couldn't be trusted. It wasn't her fault, they knew, but she couldn't, none the less.
Wade called back before they'd managed to leave the room. He'd been busy - within 15 minutes he'd narrowed down the list of suspicious flights to just a dozen, and by the time Team Possible had found transportation (Shego's GJ Identity/Credit card proved invaluable, along with the threat of her glowing hands), Wade had it narrowed down to one.
Petroleum Helicopters, Inc, had a record of a flight into an abandoned field of gas-platforms. The clincher was that it was Sikorsky flight – a cargo chopper. And the cargo was unlisted. It just felt right.
So it was decided: Kim and Sheaghen would investigate the whatever they found on the abandoned well-head, while Shego and Ron piloted the chopper.
Petroleum Helicopters hadn't wanted to give them the machine - which was when the threat of Shego's powers had come in so handy - because of Hurricane Sheila, about to make landfall from the Caribbean. The winds were still only breezy when they took off, but they were increasing steadily.
“Didja see the look in that guy's eyes?” Shego said to Ron, referring to her threat to use her plasma if the on-duty pilot didn't get out, “And all you're boyfriend could say when he saw it was ‘Cool…’. Unbelievable!”
“Got Meteor?” Ron chided her.
“So, play any chopper games?” Shego asked him.
“Not one. Doesn't matter, though. The avionics are basically the same. You can teach me the controls, right?”
“Not this time, Comrade. WAY different. I'm sure you can find something to do, even so. Like navigate.”
“Roger on that.”
The winds were up to around 30 knots by the time they reached the well-head. They could see a large square box, cargo-netting still wrapped around it and tied to the platform's eye-bolts. But the platform was too small to land on, with the 15-foot-high-and-wide box sitting on it, and Shego couldn't hold steady enough in the gusty wind to allow Kim to jump.
“I'll go by myself. I can take it” Sheaghen offered.
“No way,” Kim replied, “we don't split up un-planned. Always a bad idea. We'll jump into the lake and climb up. You did say you were water-proof, right?”
Sheaghen gave her a worried look. “So, you're saying, we're going to jump into a lake with 15-foot swells, climb up a 100-foot platform - with no ladder or stairs, I might add - in near hurricane winds, to check out a suspicious box that was probably put there by the Prince of Evil?”
Kim smiled at the synth, “If you can't do even one impossible thing, Sheaghen, maybe you should consider another line of work. Maybe you could… I dunno… open cans, somewhere.”
Sheaghen's eyes bugged out as she gawked at the red-head. “Kimmie!” she cried, putting her hand to her chest as if she'd been shot through her non-existent heart, “You GOT me! ‘Open cans’? Oh my GAWD! You SOgot me!”
Kim was trying as hard as she could to maintain her composure, until Sheaghen trapped her head in an elbow-lock and proceeded to give her a friendly nouggie.
“Oh! I'm just SO proud of you, Princess!”
“Sheag… Sheaghen! Stop! Cut it out!” Kim protested weakly. Weakly because she was laughing too hard to protest strongly.
“Don't make me come back there, kids!” Shego commanded.
Sheaghen let Kim go. “If you're going to swim, you'd better lose your cargo-pants and turtle-neck. My outfit is good for swimming… yours isn't.”
“You suggest I go in my underwear?”
Sheaghen thought about it for .34467 seconds. Approximately. “No, I suggest I go naked, and you wear this.” She began stripping off her bi-color suit.
Awkward as it was - not to mention totally weird - Kim could see that Sheaghen had a point. She would risk her life with a naked, synthetic, copy of mostof Shego's body. Well, maybe not totally naked…
Kim disrobed - completely except for her bra - and handed her panties to the robot. “Sheaghen, please wear these. And no smart remarks… “
“Damn, Princess. You pump any more blood to your head and I think it'll burst. Here” Sheaghen handed the bodysuit, gloves, and boots to Kim, and took the proffered underwear. “You realize these are just completely useless to -”
“It's not for you. It's for me. So I don't get too creeped out to think straight.”
“But -”
“Sheaghen! I'd do it for you, okay? Just wear ‘em and shut up. And put your bra back on.”
“But -”
“Sheaghen!”
“Okay, okay…”
“SO the drama” Kim said under her breath, tying her utility-belt tightly around her waist.
It may not have been such a bright idea.
The waves lifted and dropped them as they neared the legs of the platform. Wrong timing and they would be smashed against it, if not by the wave they rode, then by the next one. They would each have one chance to get it right. If the wave carried them beyond the outer legs and into the tangled and rusty braces, supports, and chains in the interior… well, they could both tell it would be bad.
“I'll go first” Sheaghen yelled over the wind.
She looked over her shoulder to pick her wave, then, having decided on one, she swam - as if she had a life that depended on it - to position herself properly when it smacked the metal leg of the well-head.
She reached the beam somewhat before she reached the crest of the wave, and clung to it like a barnacle as the remainder of the crest rose over her head, submerging her entirely, and crashed above her.
Below, Kim held her breath until the wave cleared Sheaghen again, and she saw the Synth struggle to climb up the oily, rusty, metal. When she'd climbed above the reach of the highest waves, Sheaghen turned to wave at Kim, still in the water. She yelled “Your turn!”, but Kim couldn't hear. Still, she hadn't needed to be told, anyway.
Kim picked her wave, and swam. I'm Kim Possible! Anything is possible for a Possible! I'm Kim Possible…
She was off-center, the leg of the platform almost out of reach. But it was an I-beam. It had corners. She could get one hand on one corner, as the wave tried to pull her in to the interior. It was enough.
But as the wave went by and freed her from it's grip, her body swung into the beam, hard enough to knock her breath away. She welcomed it with open legs, just the same, wrapping them around the beam. She began to climb.
Two more waves crashed over her before she was clear. Then, there was Sheaghen, 30 feet away on her own beam, almost naked and oozing green from cuts on her legs. The goo mixed with the water spray, making it look even worse than it was.
Sheaghen knew she was losing fluid volume. She could stop the flow, but her muscle-fibers needed the goo to function, in a way closely analogous to human blood. She could stop the flow to her legs, but their strength would only last maybe five minutes if she did. She could stop the flow to her hands, but then she'd have no grip. Her only hope was to climb as fast as she could and hope she had enough fluid to make it to the top, where she could patch herself up. Shouldn't be a problem, she thought. She was wrong.
Ten feet from the top, and Sheaghen had pulled every trick out of her hat. She laid carefully on a cross-member, stopped all her circulation except one arm, which she curled around the beam. She would be here until someone came and got her, and that wasn't likely to happen until the hurricane had passed. Guess you're on your own, Princess.
But Kim was watching her from below, and screamed to get her attention, to no avail. The wind and the sound of the waves drowned her out. Once she had climbed to Sheaghen's level, she tried again.
“Sheaghen! What's wrong!”
The synth yelled back, “Too much bleeding, Princess! I'll be okay, but I can't go on! Don't have enough goo left to work my legs and arms at the same time!”
“I'll come back for you once I get to the top!” Kim yelled, continuing her climb.
“No! I'll be fine! Princess! Kim! Just leave me here!” but Kim had already gone.
Ten minutes later, Sheaghen saw her climbing down above her.
“Kim! Don't!” she yelled several times, but the red-head just kept coming. Dammit! I KNOW she hears me! Stupid meat-bags, never do really understand what machines are for…
Once Kim was straddling the beam with her, conversation became more normal.
“Now, what's wrong? You say you've lost too much goo?”
“Yeah. There's nothing you can do, Kim. I appreciate the effort, but really, don't put yourself any more at risk for my sake.”
“I don't leave friends behind” she said flatly, and began searching her utility belt for bandages.
“What do you think you're doing?”
“Band-Aids.”
“Kim, look. I appreciate all this, I know what you're trying to do, and I know why. Remember, I'm just a machine, Kim… I'm not your friend, I'm not even real. I'm just a simulation! You won't be hurting my feelings. Now go!”
“I don't leave friends behind” Kim repeated.
“Kim, you don't understand. You're defeating my whole reason for existing! Now get outta here!”
Kim found her bandages, and stopped to look into the synth's face.
“I know what you are, Sheaghen. I know all about it. Talked to Drakken for hours. And I've been thinking about it a lot. I reached a conclusion.”
“Which is?”
“I don't care. I don't care what you are. I don't care if you're just a souped-up pocket calculator. It doesn't matter. I don't leave friends behind.”
“Kim -” Sheaghen began to plead.
“Shut up. Now, where are you bleeding the worst?”
“Uh… start with this hand.” Damn stubborn, stupid meat-bags, she thought. But it occurred to her, even so, that what she thought, and what she felt were contradictory. “And… ya got any duct-tape? Bandages don't really do much for me.”
“As a matter of fact -” Kim knew which pouch had that item, “I do. That's more like it, sweet-heart!”
“Uh…”
“Shut up.” But Kim was smiling as she said it.
They both walked around the box, looking for clues. But it was just a wooden crate, a thick wooden crate.
“Can you open it?” Kim asked Sheaghen.
“Nope. Wasn't built for super-strength, y'know. But I can do this” and Sheaghen spread her arms flat against the downwind side of the box, where they were standing, pressing her whole - mostly bare - body against it, and then turned her head to press her ear up to it as well.
“What are you doing?” Kim asked.
“Shush!”
A minute later she was done, and pulled herself away to face a perplexed Kim.
“It's a bomb. Radio controlled detonator. There's also a clock in there, so it's probably set to go off at a certain time, even if the signal to detonate never comes.”
“How do you know all that just from listening to it?”
“Wasn't just listening… in fact, all I could actually hear was the hum of power-inverters. Converting DC into AC, at both 60 and 400 cycles. 60 cycles would be the detonator, 400 would be the radio. My skeleton also acts like an antenna - not something it was designed to do, but I've learned that it does, so I use it that way when it's handy. I can sort of feel radio-waves. It's transmitting a signal that is basically saying - I think - ‘I'm here and I'm ready, and the time is 4:25:05’.”
“Wow. So when's it gonna go off?”
“How should I know? Oh, one more thing: it's a fuel-air bomb. There's probably several thousand gallons of diesel fuel in there.”
“How -”
“ ‘Cuz it stinks.”
“Oh. What's a ‘fuel-air bomb’?”
Sheaghen explained after rolling her eyes, “Don't you people ever read ‘Jane's Armaments’? A bomb explodes, right? An explosion is basically oxidation. The explosive either has to provide it's own - like C-4 or dynamite - or it has to use what's in the air all around it. So first, a smaller - relatively - explosion blows up the diesel fuel, turning it into a fine spray and spreading it into the air, then the detonation charge sets up a shock wave that compresses the fuel/air mixture, and bang! we're sitting in the middle of a piston-cylinder, with no piston.”
“Doesn't sound like much of a bomb… I mean, it's just gasoline, basically…” Kim was not impressed.
“Oh, ‘bout three-quarters of a mega-ton, I'd expect. About like a small nuclear device, is all.”
Kim's eyes bugged out.
“Yeah. Biggest non-nuke bombs you can get are fuel-air. If this goes off, everything for a mile around…” Sheaghen looked about her over the rolling lake, “which really isn't much, is it? That's kind of strange… so it'll blow a hole in the water. Who cares?”
They both thought in silence. Then Kim's eyes lit up.
“It's a shock wave, right? Not a big blast of energy, right?”
“Yeah…” Sheaghen said, working on the clue.
“So it won't ‘blow a hole’ in the water… it'll push a hole in the water and -”
“… and that water's gotta go somewhere, so it'll make a wave… 200 feet high, if I'm right about it's yield, and take out just about everything on this entire lake!”
“Right! We gotta knock it out! You know how to disable it?” Kim looked at the synth - already quite the fountain of knowledge - hopefully.
“Sorry. I can't just download everything, y'know. My memory-space is limited.” Sheaghen considered the question awhile longer, “Besides, these things are hard-to-get. I'll bet Lee has booby-trapped it, for just such an emergency.”
“Well, we gotta do something. Here, take the Kimmunicator and tell the others what we've found, and what you think it'll do. I'm gonna look around some more.”
“KIM-municator?” Sheaghen said with an eyebrow cocked.
“Uh… heh. Yeah. Just tell ‘em, okay?”
“Hold on a sec, Drak - Find anything?” Sheaghen asked when Kim returned.
“Nada. We're standing on four iron beams stuck in the mud, and that's about all there is to see. Anyone else have any ideas?”
“Not so far. On the line with Drak now.”
“Drakken? What for? His schemes never work!”
A tinny voice came from the Kimmunicator, “I heard that! I'll have you know -”
“Save it, Doc” Kim said, “we all know something always happens to ruin your plans, or your doomsday device short circuits, or your mind-switcher melts, or…” Kim stopped abruptly and considered. “Say, Doc - Dr. Drakken… if this were one of your schemes, what could happen to ruin it?”
“My schemes were perfect, it was always -” Dr. Drakken protested.
“Okay fine, Doc… I'm just sayin’. What would happen if, is all. Don't get all huffy. I'm asking for your help, here!”
“Humph. Well… the timer could be set for the wrong time, or the radio for the wrong frequency, or the wrong kind of fuel in the tanks, or -”
“Let's just assume the bomb works. What then?” Kim asked.
“Oh… Well, let's see… One of Shego's plasma-balls would probably knock a hole in it and let all the fuel out, or Ron would somehow accidentally drop it into the water, or you'd get to the self-destruct button, or -”
“It doesn't have a self-destruct button, Doc…” Kim complained looking sideways at Sheaghen and nodding her head in despair.
Josh was apparently listening in, as his voice came on saying, “Wait. Ron drops it in the water. How's that ruin the plan?”
“It's a fuel/air bomb, Mr. Mankey. It needs air…”
Both girl and synth shouted simultaneously, “THAT'S IT!”
“Thanks, Josh! You've saved the day!” Kim said.
“Just doin’ my job. Josh out.”
Kim looked at Sheaghen, “We're gonna push it offa here?”
“No good, Princess. Diesel is lighter than water. It'll float.”
“Then we gotta weigh it down!”
“With what? You said yourself we're sitting on four iron… beams… ah-ha.”
“Ah-ha?” Kim repeated.
“We gotta blow the legs off this platform, Kim.”
“We don't have any explosives…”
“I do” Sheaghen said, “My fuel cells will make quite a nice bang, if they're set off right” she held her face close to the Kimmunicator again. “Any ideas, Drak?”
“You set them, I'll see to it they explode. I like explosions.”
“Good ole’ Drak!” Sheaghen exclaimed.
Sheaghen coughed up – literally – twenty-four of the small silvery lozenges. But as she was still low on “goo”, and her duct-taped body was still almost totally exposed, Kim had to set them.
Luckily, the cargo-crane could lower Kim enough to get down far enough on the legs of the platform without having to climb down and up - four times - like a spider, again.
She had already finished when she had a thought, “Those are your energy-source, right? You're sure you have enough left to… stay energized?”
Sheaghen winked at her, “I got enough to get home on. I'm afraid hot tantric sex will have to wait until I can get a refill, though.”
Kim rolled her eyes, “You promised you wouldn't say things like that!”
Sheaghen giggled, “Sorry, Princess. Even robots can't resist a really good pot-shot, when we see one.”
Desperate to change the subject, Kim took back the Kimmunicator.
“Dr. Drakken?”
“As you kids are wont to say, ‘Yo’. “
“How are you going to set them off?”
“Satellite. Neutron-beam. Not a problem. You good-guys have SO many neat toys! I wish I'd hopped the fence sooner!”
Kim shot Sheaghen a wry look – your boss SO weird, and Sheaghen broke into a smile.
“Shego? Ron? You up there? We're ready for pick-up” Kim said.
“Shego?… Ron?…” she repeated.
Sheaghen's face fell, “Uh-oh.”
Drakken's voice came from the speaker instead, “I was just talking to Shego not ten minutes ago. I set her Communicator up to send the beam when she hit the ‘pound’ button. She couldn't -”
Suddenly, Sheaghen's face took on a look of absolute seriousness, and without a word, she grabbed Kim in a fireman's carry over her shoulder, and ran as fast as she could towards the edge of the platform.
The fuel-cells exploded just as she was leaping off. A piece of the resulting shrapnel tore through Kim's right thigh as they fell towards the water.
Sheaghen's internal shielding gave her only seconds of warning that the neutron beam had been fired, while she and Kim had been standing on the platform. She didn't even think an exclamation. She turned off her emotion-simulation routines while she picked up the human girl and began running.
Able to process input with her native speed now, she saw the shrapnel heading towards them as they fell through the air, but there was not much she could do about it. With nothing to push against except the girl herself, the synth had no way to turn their bodies to intercept it, and the shrapnel's trajectory had it impacting right in Kim's chest. She could do one thing: she pushed Kim up, and it entered her thigh, passing completely through. The blood that splattered out following the metal shard was bright, bright red – arterial blood. Sheaghen put her hand on Kim's groin and squeezed the flesh of her upper-thigh against the bone, closing the artery. In that position, she prepared for the splash.
With the landing pad of the platform, and it's cargo, coming down right behind them.
Sheaghen and Kim entered the water in a head-first dive, and the synth curved her body so that the force of the water, combined with their momentum, would shoot them out away from the descending platform above them. When her momentum ran out, she and Kim were thirty feet down in the water.
She felt Kim begin to struggle for air, and forced her mouth to the human's, sealing them together. Kim's eyes were open – wide open – and Sheaghen slowly exhaled into the girl's lungs, hoping she would get the idea.
Sheaghen's air sacs were only there to give her the ability to speak, but they were unusually - by human standards – large, in order to keep her volume/mass ratio close to that of a real person. The net result was that Sheaghen carried almost three times the volume of air as Kim's lungs.
As Sheaghen swam with all her might, with one arm and two legs only, Kim breathed and held on.
Five long, terrifying minutes later, they surfaced outside the drag-zone of the sinking platform.
Sheaghen let the human breath for herself.
“What is your status, Kim?” she asked.
Kim was a little bewildered by the events. Sheaghen grabbing her and jumping off the platform, the dive into the water, being towed underwater, holding on for dear life, breathing from Sheaghen's mouth… Oddly, the shrapnel passing through her thigh hadn't really hurt, and didn't hurt now, though she was aware that she'd been hit by something. She was also aware of Sheaghen's hand squeezing hard at her groin, and didn't understand why she was doing that. Too many questions!
“Wha – What happened?” was her way of summing it all up.
The synth listed the events chronologically: “I detected the neutron beam impacting the shielding around my remaining fuel-cells. I disabled my emotional-simulation routines. I carried you off the edge of the platform prior to the explosions of the fuel-cells you had placed. While descending towards the surface of the lake, a piece of metal shrapnel threatened to impact you in the thorax, so I maneuvered you in such a way as the impact would be less threatening, but it has apparently cut the femoral artery in your leg. I am currently keeping that artery squeezed shut to prevent excessive blood loss. I dove with you into the water in such a way as to convert our combined momentum into horizontal motion, getting us out of the way of the sinking platform. I allowed you to breath the air contained in my air-sacs. I swam out of the hydraulic drag-zone created by the sinking platform, and then we surfaced. I asked you your status.”
Kim couldn't think of anything to ask, after such a flood of information.
“Uh… I'm… okay, I guess? My right leg feels a little cold…”
“That is because of the lack of blood-flow. We must now swim to the nearest platform where there may be medical help. It is two miles away. If I can use both my arms, and legs, I can get us there in approximately an hour. Can you hang on to me with one arm and keep your artery closed with your other?
“I… I guess so… “
Sheaghen took her free hand and guided it down to Kim's groin to replace her own, then repositioned them both such that Kim was hugging the synth in half a bear hug, her chin resting on the synth's head.
Sheaghen began to swim like an Olympic athlete on steroids. At first, Kim panicked because the other girl's (as she thought of her) head never came out of the water for air, but it occurred to her that she was a synth, after all, and apparently didn't need to breathe.
Sheaghen swam on and on, never tiring. Kim held on as they swam over and through waves, breathing whenever she had the chance. It was not easy. When her leg became too cold, she would relax her squeeze and allow some blood through, knowing that it would be blood lost when she did so. They left a red trail in the muddy green water.
Sixty yards from their destination, Sheaghen stopped. She treaded water while she pushed Kim off of her.
“Sheaghen? What are you doing? There's the platform…” It towered over them from this distance, looking quite a lot closer than it actually was.
“I cannot go on, Kim. I am almost out of energy. I have less than a minute left. Can you make it to the platform by yourself?” Before Kim could answer, Sheaghen had time to wonder why she'd asked the question. It didn't matter, after all, whether the girl could or couldn't. If she couldn't, she would die. There was nothing Sheaghen could do about it. So why had she asked?
“Just hold on, Sheaghen! We'll make it! Here, you hold on to me for a change, I'll -”
“You do not understand, Kim. There is no ‘holding on’ for me. When my power runs out, I will be gone. I am not like you. I cannot ‘fight to live’. Without power, I cease to exist. My neural net will dissipate, and I will become spare parts.”
“But… you said you had enough -”
“I could not have known I'd have to do all the things I have done recently, Kim. My cells are expended, my reserve is almost gone. Here, take this.” Sheaghen appeared about to throw up, and then removed a spherical black ball from her mouth. “Give this to Dr. Drakken. He will know what to do.”
“What is it?”
“It's me, from the time before we left the GJ lab until about twenty seconds ago. A supplement to the backup I have back at the lab.” Then, Sheaghen did something for which there was no logical, rational, earthly reason. She said, “Kim… promise me you'll see to it that Sheaghen-2 is created.”
“I… what -”
“Promise me, Kim.”
Kim searched the machine's eyes for a glimmer of… of something to show how Sheaghen felt, because Kim herself could feel it, but there was nothing there. Just optical sensors staring steadily back at her.
“I promise, Sheaghen. But I'm not going to leave -”
Sheaghen spoke over her, “Good girl, Princess” and her head disappeared beneath the water, forever.
“Sheaghen! Sheaghen! No!” Kim cried, “SHEAGHEN! DON'T DO THIS!”
Sheaghen did hear Kim's words, muddled by the water, as she exhaled the air in her sacs, making herself negatively buoyant. She positioned herself horizontally and sunk slowly down, looking up at Kim's legs from underneath.
7. Go on Kim. Get to the platform. Save yourself. Save me. Go on…
6. Go on Kim. Please…
She watched the human girl begin to swim.
5. Good girl, Kimmie. You can do it.
4.
3. I get it now. I get it now.
2.
1. I loved you, Kim.
And with that thought, Sheaghen, The First, went dark.
A/N
Whew! And to continue the story, we have to go back in time, too, to see what Ron, Shego, and Lee were up to. I wish I could have worked more Ko in… ohwell. I bet we'll see her again.
I'd really like to know what YOU think…
I expect the next update before Jan14, 2006, sometime. Only a few chap's left! And one of them is the Epilogue!