Title: Scar Stories
Characters: Kim, Shego
Word Count: 428
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Every scar has a story, some stories more meaningful then others.
A/N: Originally, I was going to write a scene like this for Utena and Anthy but in a surprising turn of events, the Kim Possible version of this scenario actually contains more angst.

When together in bed for the first time, Kim's eyes can't help but wander over Shego's exposed pale skin, marvel over every perfect curve, and carefully examine the...scars? She stops, her hand held out in hesitation. Even now, she still can't bring herself to touch Shego's history. Not with fingers, not with words. But then Shego sighs and acquiesces to Kim's feather-light touch. She traces a thin, meandering line. There's a story. She caresses an off-white circle with ragged edges. That's another story. Her fingers follow a fernlike pattern from the shoulder, to the back, and to the center of the largest scar. It's a complex design of radially branching lines like a network of veins, an enchanting flower sans petals, or a snapshot of lightning.

For a moment, the scar changes from a mark of battle to ineffable body art. "It's beautiful," whispers Kim. Without thinking, she lays a single kiss upon its center. Such beautiful art must have a wonderful story.

Do you know what I hate?

No! She's wrong. The story isn't pretty; it's absolutely hideous. She tries to back away, to keep this story and the memories out of mind, but Shego grabs her still-outstretched hand. Maybe rage fills those green eyes, maybe concern (maybe understanding). Kim doesn't know because she's doing her damnedest to look at the white sheets, the gaudy desk lamp, the overflowing bookshelf, and anywhere but those eyes.

"Kim." They're eye to eye and Shego's hands feel so cold. "It's ok."

"N-no, it's not ok." She back on that roof again and rain's falling into her eyes. "It's not ok! Please, let go of me."

Reluctantly, she releases her grip. "Why?"

That your date melted?

"B-because I hurt you! and hated you! and almost k-k-k—" She can't say it. She has to say it. "Killed...you."

Nah,

"And that hate and rage is still there! On your back, in my mind. I...I...I don't want to be like that again, ever."

you.

Then Kim latches onto Shego and holds on while sobbing uncontrollably, repeating the words "I'm sorry" over and over again. As Shego murmurs reassuring words into Kim's ear, she can't help but notice Kim's own extensive network of scars (especially the faded burns).

Eventually, Kim stops crying and falls asleep. Idly, Shego runs her fingers through Kim's red tresses but she winces once she realizes she'll dredge up those negative emotion again when they talk tomorrow morning. But she knows from experience that emotional wounds can leave emotional scars and emotional scars (unlike her electrical scar) never look pretty.