“How did I do that?” Kim was in shock. It was the tenth time she had asked Shego since the incident earlier in the living room, and the mark on the wall was still there. It hadn’t been powerful enough to harm the wall, but it was slightly singed where the ball of energy had hit.
“Pumpkin we’ve been over it nine times already, and this better be the last time. You did it because you wanted too. These powers are based off of mental imagery, and how well you can focus.”
“The flaming hands…?” Kim was a little nervous about the subject.
“Oh…I started that…it just looks cool…my guess is you do it because that’s how you expect the energy to manifest.”
Kim was impressed, “How’d you figure all of this out?”
Shego walked over to the fridge and started digging through contents, trying to decide on dinner, “Fairly simple…a lot of trial and error.”
“So…all of this is from my head…but it’s all subconscious?”
Shego nodded, despite it not really being noticeable, “After you get used to doing it, yes. It’s like walking or riding a bike, after a while you can just do it. Though I just want to warn you, a simple cold knocks them out completely.”
Kim nodded thoughtfully, “I remember hearing about that. You were barely able to stand.”
Shego looked up, “Actually I’m always like that when I’m sick, but that’s between you and me, got it?”
Kim nodded, “So…what’s for dinner?”
“Fish tacos.”
Kim blushed at the thought, “Tacos?”
“Yeah, why?”
Kim tried to look innocent, “I’d rather have something that…didn’t sound like an innuendo after what happened earlier.”
Shego smirked, “I’m not going to try and get in your pants Kimmie. I’m not that kind of person. Besides my libido hasn’t kicked in for ages.”
Kim covered her ears and blushed, “Tomuchinfo!”
Shego shook her head, “Whatever. Either way, you eat what I make or you go hungry. Understand?”
Kim nodded weakly.
“Good. Now go get the door.”
“Wha-?” Kim was cut off by the doorbell. “How in the heck-?”
Shego grinned, “I designed this place remember? I have a warning system for when people are at the door.”
“Oh….” Kim was a little surprised and went to answer the door. To her shock it was Dr. Betty Director.
“Ms. Possible; I figured you would be here. Shego in?”
Kim nodded, a little surprised at the woman who had arrived. “She’s making dinner.”
Betty made a face, “Not salad again I hope.”
Kim sighed, “Worse…fish tacos.”
Betty looked at the girl with surprise, “Aren’t you a little young for that?”
Kim turned red, “I didn’t mean THOSE kind.” She stomped off and disappeared into the kitchen followed by Shego coming out, an annoyed look on her face.
“What do you want Betty?”
“Global Justice was just a little curious what you were both doing hiding out together in Oregon. Currently the office pool has three to one odds on a lesbian retreat, but I doubt it’s that simple.”
Shego sighed, “It’s personal, that good enough?”
Betty raised her eyebrow, “Something to do with Kim’s high school and its missing science wing?”
Shego tossed the idea around in her mind before saying anything, “Something like that. Let’s just say that you can have her precious teen hero back soon. She’s going to be fine, and then she can tell you. Because honestly I don’t feel like talking.”
Betty shrugged, “May I at least stay for dinner?”
“As long as my arrest isn’t on the menu.”
Betty shook her head, “No, Global Justice just arrests villains. And I think we have you currently classified as a villain’s assistant right now. But I will make an exception if you’re up to something illegal here.” She let the threat hang before stepping inside, “So I hear we’re having tacos.”
“And if you start making lesbian jokes I’m kicking you out without any food.” Shego glared at the woman as if it would make her point.
“Fair enough. I’ll make jokes after we eat.”
Dinner was long and awkward. Neither Kim nor Shego wanted to talk about what was wrong, on any level, and with Betty there the chance to talk about training was out too.
“So…Kim…Care to offer some kind of explanation to why you’re officially MIA?”
Kim frowned at the woman, “No…”
“Wait…neither of you got the other pregnant did you?”
“BETTY!” Shego roared, standing up, her fists lighting up.
“Relax…it sounds like something Dr. Drakken would try. I was just curious.”
Shego calmed down a little. Kim on the other hand was a little nervous now. Shego had gone into her infamous Hyper Rage mode and Betty had acted like Shego wasn’t even a concern.
“By the way I've got to get the recipe for these tacos.”
Shego and Kim relaxed a bit after the woman left. It was strange to have the leader of an anti-crime organization in the house, much less poking into the private business.
Shego strolled out of the bathroom, only wearing a towel wrapped around her hair, “I think tomorrow we should switch to more of a sparring oriented training. It’s more practical, not to mention you seem to catch on better than when I’m just instructing you.”
Kim blushed and forced herself not to stare at the pale green figure as it walked past her field of vision, “I’m used to fighting you. It’s easier that way, mostly because when you’re teaching you go overboard.”
Shego nodded and took the towel off before slipping on an oversized t-shirt, “That’s the other reason I figured it would be safer. I think some basic exercise, some sparring and rest every day will do us good.”
Kim tried not to blush as she said it, “Maybe more movie time…?”
“If you promise not to sleep on my arm” Shego’s voice was firm about it. “You’re cute when you’re sleeping, and even when you’re angry, but I’m not sure the house is going to hold up against the latter.”
Kim nodded meekly. Her temper had flared up faster than normal earlier that day. It was as if irritability came with the abilities.
“Shego…?”
“Yes Pumpkin?” Shego slid under the blankets next to Kim.
“Before…you know…the comet hit…what were you like?”
Shego looked down, “Well…best way to put it is…unpopular. I was really quite and shy.”
“Not like now…”
“Exactly…There is something about having enough power to rival a nuclear plant…it makes you…twitchy. Like you want a reason to go off and use it.”
“A nuclear plant?”
Shego smirked, “Let’s just say that I’ve accidently….exploded…”
“Please tell me you’re joking…”
“Nope…mushroom cloud blast and everything…no one was hurt…it was more of a really big light show…but needless to say I’ve learned you can’t bottle this stuff. You can’t even bottle who you are because of it.”
Kim nodded, “I’m not much for bottling anyways…”
Shego smirked, “I seem to remember a Truth Ray incident….”
“That stuff was private! That isn’t bottling!”
“Alright Princess, I’ll let you have that one.”
“Night Shego.”
“Night Pumpkin.”
Author’s Notes: Mild Fluff and more insane Betty mad caps. Makes you wonder what kind of people protect the world, doesn’t it?