Shego's eyes slid open and she grunted in frustration. Something felt different in the air, like it was charged with energy. Like someone with a strong glow was near-by. She rolled out of bed, falling to the floor next to the large stack of books at the same time a body about the same size as hers dropped through the ceiling and hit the bed.
The impact didn't wake the sleeping red head, who groaned and rolled over in her sleep.
“Iigo.” It came out as a hiss as Shego rolled backwards away from the bad and towards the door. She had to lead her sister away from Kim. Even if the assault was in fun Shego didn't want to injure the sleeper.
“Sister,” Iigo's voice was smooth and dark. “You left me…why? Did I do something to make you hate me? Did I say something to make you not love me?”
“I…Iigo…You're my sister. Of course I love you.” She moved closer to the door in a slow but smooth movement.
“I…I loved you Shego!” Iigo stepped off the bed and slowly started towards Shego. “You and I were made for each other, made to be with each other. You and I were designed to work as one beautiful, loving machine…and you left me. You left me for some tramp that you barely knew!” Her voice barely made it above a faint whisper, sounding hoarse and forced.
Shego was in shock, “You and I sisters! I can't love you that way!”
Iigo looked up, dark pits for eyes staring through Shego as a faint flicker of a white glow flashed over parts of her body, “You can't? You can't feel that yearn to be close to me? To love me? Or is it that you won't?”
The room lit up pure white as Iigo lunged, her hand reaching for Shego, who's body light up with her own glow, the lights driving away the inky darkness that had filled the room before.
Neither woman noticed the Paper Master wake up with a start as they began to exchange blows. Their glows canceled each others out as they lunged and struck. Each movement was poetic and looked as a dance that neither of them wanted to do.
Kim stared in disbelief, unsure what to do, or how to act, and pulled her blanket to her chin, silently hoping that Shego could fight off the pale assailant
“I loved you dammit!” Tears were streaming down Iigo's face, as she caught her sister's left hook, and gripped her wrist. “And if you won't come back to me…I'll take a piece of you with me!”
Shego hadn't seen the blade before and cried out in pain as it bit her flesh and broke through the bones in her forearm, blood pouring out of the stump that was left as Iigo stared at the hand and piece of arm she help. She dropped the blade, the sword sinking blade first a few inches into the floor.
Moving away from Shego the pale woman's glow worked again, dropping her through the floor, the hand still in hers.
Shego's glow came back, searing the wound closed, and igniting a stack of books, which quickly spread to the others, the fire dancing out of the room, and spreading through the building. Her body collapsed and Kim dove forwards from the bed, catching the woman with a tendril of paper made from what had been her pajamas. Slowly she hoisted the unconscious woman over her shoulder and left her home, trying not to think of the books that she was losing, and instead of the injured woman she was carrying.
Dr. Director wasn't sure why she answered her apartment door at one in the morning, but she had a feeling she was soon going to regret it as she slipped on her robe and opened the door. Her feeling was right as she stared at the near-naked red head holding a pale green woman in her arms. It looked like Kim had been crying.
“Ms. Paper…what are you doing here?”
“Shego…she's hurt…” The Paper Master lifted the stump that used to be connected to an arm and a forearm.
Betty sighed, this was not going to be good, not good at all.
The Paper Master sat next to the hospital bed where Shego lay, an IV running into the arm that was still uninjured, and a heart monitor beeped softly next to the bed. The red head hadn't moved from the spot since the pair had arrived to the treatment facility. Dr. Director regularly checked in on the pair, but Shego stayed in her unconscious state, and Kim didn't move, and refused books.
The one-eyed woman sighed, trying to figure out exactly had come over the red head. She had never had a problem with death, blood or injured friends before, but this new woman had changed that. She had undone the careful molding that the Paper Master had been put through. Sure the woman had her quirks, but every great Paper Master did. And Kim was the best Dr. Director had ever seen.
Betty sighed, silently hoping that her work hadn't been undone. That she wouldn't face the same scene she had before with previous Paper Masters. “Dammit Kim…I don't want to have to kill you.”
Iigo walked into her parent's office, and carefully set the severed hand on the desk, and set it down in front of Father.
Father looked at the pale green hand sadly and sighed, “So that was her choice…You may go.”
Father waited until Iigo left and sighed again before slowly picking the hand up. “You may have failed me Shego…but I will still forgive you if return to me.” A black glow surrounded her hand and the hand that hand once been Shego's quickly shriveled and turned to dust.
Maybe she would learn. Maybe she would learn not to cross her Father, but then again children are so temperamental and hard to predict.
A/N: Some of you saw this coming, and knew about the plot to lop off Shego's arm. Yes, Father is a woman, but it's a tribute to the Avengers movie made in 1999-200X? where one of the characters is a blind woman codenamed Father. This particular “Father” isn't blind though. And yes, she's the source of her “children's” glows.
I'm pretty sure I'm breaking all sorts of continuity and cross-over rules, but I can't just recreate the Read or Die story in the Kim Possible universe, so instead I'm creating an original story with parts from both universes.
And yes, Betty Director is my substitute for Mr. Joker. It just fits too well.
And Kim is staying color-blind. Giving her a common problem only the complete form of it makes her more human, and gives her limit. Limits she finds ways to over come, but limits non-the-less.
Anyways, sorry for the ultra-short update, and I'll try to have another chapter up soon. Emphasis on ‘try’. And no lynching over the evils to come, please.