DISCLAIMER: "Kim Possible" and all characters within (c) The Walt Disney Company and its related entities. Kim Possible created by Mark McCorkle & Bob Schooley. All rights reserved.

SUMMARY: Sometimes, all you need for a fresh start . . . is a fresh start. KiGo.

TYPE: Kim/Shego, Slash

RATING: T, for same sex relationships and mild naughty words

NOTES: Set about 12 months after "Graduation" and acknowledging everything from the TV show as canon. This is bubblegum fiction, people. Don't expect anything deep or epic. In fact, expect it to consist of exactly two chapters :)

The green woman awoke, conscious first of a heavy pounding in her skull and then of a weight pressing onto her chest. She opened her eyes, finding herself nose to nose with the dust-streaked face of an elfin redhead. She's cute ... and heavier than she looks. The green woman gently grasped the redhead's shoulders and eased herself out from beneath the other woman. Even that simple touch revealed the reason for the redhead's surprising heft: that slender body was all whipcord muscle, lean and firm. Whoever she is, she works hard for that body.

Once she was free, the green woman checked herself and her companion for obvious signs of injury. Despite being covered in dust and smelling like they'd each run ten miles, they both seemed unhurt, beyond a few minor scrapes and bruises. Satisfied that neither of them needed urgent medical attention, the green woman sat back and regarded the unconscious youngster.

"So gorgeous," she mused to herself. "Who the hell are you? For that matter, who the hell am I?"

The redhead stirred, then sat up slowly, massaging her temples. The green woman watched her silently, waiting until the other woman noticed her to give a slightly bashful wave.

"Hey."

"Hey." The redhead answered, her expression guarded. "Uh ... who are you?"

"Wish I knew." The green woman shrugged. "So, Rose ... I guess that means you can't remember anything either, huh?"

"Rose? Is that my name?"

"Don't know. But I figure I have to call you something. And since you're a pretty redhead with green eyes, 'Rose' came to mind ... you can pick something else if you don't like it."

The newly-christened Rose gave her a bashful smile.

"Rose is fine. Better that than something like 'Carrot-Top' or 'Pumpkin'."

The green woman's lips quirked.

"I'm pretty sure I'd only call you Pumpkin if I wanted to annoy you. And if I ever call you Carrot-Top, you have my permission to hurt me."

"We need a name for you, too." Rose decided. "How about Heather?"

"For the skin, right?" The question got an answering nod. "It'll do. Heather and Rose it is."

"People aren't normally green, are they?" Rose asked tentatively, her brow furrowing in a way that Heather found rather distracting.

"I don't think so. But it didn't surprise me to see my hands this color, so I guess it's normal for me."

"Yeah." The redhead nodded once more. "When I saw you, I thought 'people aren't usually that color', but it didn't seem weird that you were green ... whoever you were. But I don't know why."

"I think we must have known each other before whatever happened ... happened. So you're used to me being this way, even if we can't remember it."

"Makes sense. Well, we have names now, even if we don't know who we are, where we are, or why."

"Sounds like it. In addition to a name, I've got a killer headache ... you too?"

"Yeah."

"Right. So something happened to us. And now we can't remember anything about ourselves, but we can remember how to talk and more or less what the world is like ... or at least, I assume you remember what cars and TV and the internet are, like I do?"

The redhead nodded, looking around thoughtfully. The two women were in a plain grey corridor, the walls and ceiling of concrete. To Rose's left, the corridor was closed off with rubble. To her right, it disappeared into gloom, alleviated only occasionally by a dimly flickering light.

"No windows." She observed. "I think we might be underground."

Heather grunted her agreement. "Yeah. Am I the only one who's thinking the words 'secret lair'?"

"That's what I get, too."

"Huh. So we're what ... spies? Thieves? Superheroes? Supervillains?"

"Maybe." Rose grinned at the idea. "Do you feel super? Or villainous?"

Heather laughed. Gingerly levering herself to her feet, she raised her fists.

"I. Am. Evil!" She bellowed to her audience of one, who gave a small giggle at the display. "No, the only feeling I get from that, is that my head prefers me not to shout, right now. Should we see what's down the corridor?"

"Well, before we leave maybe we should see what we're carrying?" Rose suggested. "We could have ID or something?"

"You might." Heather gestured down at the skintight green and black costume she wore. "I don't think this little get-up has much room for pockets."

"There's a pouch on your ankle." Rose pointed out.

"So there is." She checked within. "Huh. A nail file."

"Good to see you come prepared for every eventuality." Rose teased lightly, digging through her own small pack.

"Oh, and what have you got, Ms Smartypants?"

"... a grapple gun that looks like a hairdryer."

"Really?" Heather grabbed the item in question and examined it with mixed amusement and interest. "The whole spies or thieves thing seems to be getting more likely."

"I don't think I'm a thief." Rose frowned.

"Why not?"

"I just don't feel like I am. Stealing is wrong."

"Huh." Heather was non-committal. Stealing didn't sound so bad to her. Not from the government or big corporations, anyway. It's not like I'd mug a kid for his lunch money, or something like that. "So ... what else you got?"

"Compact. Lipstick –" there was a sudden flash of red light, "- which is apparently a laser. It's like something out of a Bond film –"

"A what film?"

"I'm not sure what that meant. It just came out. Oh! A bill fold!"

"A bill fold?" Heather smirked. "That's kinda butch, don't you think, gorgeous?"

Rose gave her a frown.

"I'm not the one making all the comments about how attractive another woman is."

Heather shrugged.

"I'm pretty sure I'm into girls."

"Oh." Rose blinked as she processed this. "How do you know?"

"The same way you know you're not a thief. It just feels right."

"So you're a lesbian?"

"Maybe. The idea of being with a guy doesn't feel actively unpleasant to me, but I'd definitely pick a woman over a guy if I had the choice." Heather mused. "I guess if we need a label, I'm a lesbian. So, Rose: what about you? Boys or girls?"

"... I don't know." The redhead looked surprised by her own admission.

"Really?" Heather considered this. "How can you not know?"

"I just ... I just don't. Neither idea makes me go 'ick', but I don't instantly think 'yay guys!' or 'yay girls!' either. Maybe ..." The redhead trailed off and shrugged, obviously a little uncomfortable with the topic. She opened the bill fold. "It looks like, whatever I do for a living, it doesn't pay well. There's just four singles in here."

"Any ID?"

"Yeah. A driver's license from some place called 'Colorado'. I'm not sure what day it is, but when I look at my date of birth on this, it makes me I feel like I'm twenty ... which I'd guess makes me four or five years younger than you, though I could be off on either of our ages. Apparently my name is Kimberly Anne Possible. "

"Kimberly ... ? Your parents named you Kim Possible? What kind of monsters are they?"

"Maybe it's a code-name, or something." The redhead suggested.

"Let's hope so." Heather teased. "So do you want me to call you Kim or Kimberly, now?"

"I guess I should start thinking of myself as 'Kim', but you can keep calling me Rose if you like. I kinda like it." The redhead was still looking through the bill fold, itemizing the contents. "A Club Banana Staff Discount Card, and a pre-paid credit card, both in the name Kim Possible. Oh, and a picture of a blond guy ..." she paused, "He has what looks like a mutant hamster on his shoulder ... I think I know him."

"Makes sense, if his picture is in your pocket." Heather spoke neutrally, suppressing an irrational impulse to plasma-fry the photograph. Wait, plasma-fry? What?

"Uh ... Heather ... why is your hand glowing?"

"What?" Heather looked down, and nearly choked. Her right hand was enveloped in green flames! "Gah! Put it out!"

"How?" Kim asked, looking around desperately for water or any other means of extinguishing the blaze. "I don't even know how it started! Does it hurt?"

"Of course it –" Heather stopped. "... actually, no, it doesn't. Maybe it's just an illusion?" She stretched out her hand and stared at it.

"They're real flames." Kim assured her, backing off a little. "I can feel the heat. Can you turn them off?"

"I don't know how I turned them on! Any ideas?"

"Try visualizing your hand without the flames?"

Heather narrowed her eyes, trying to imagine the green flames going out. They immediately started to fade, and she was so surprised she lost her focus, causing them to blaze up again.

"Oops." She tried again, and this time the flames winked out. "Huh, I guess the superheroes thing is back on the table. Or at least the super part. I don't feel all that heroic." She caught the crestfallen look on the redhead's face at that comment, and rapidly backpedaled. "But hey, I can't remember my name, so what would I know?"

Kim nodded, doing her best to be optimistic.

"Well, you've got the costume and the powers, so it seems like you might be a hero, however you feel. I wonder where I fit into that?"

Heather grinned.

"Trust me, cutie, I'll fit you in wherever you like."

"Heather!" The redhead blushed furiously, and focused her attention on the bill fold once more. "Hey ... there's another picture in here, slipped in at the back of the card holder."

"Oh?" Heather tried not to show her irritation. "Your mystery blond boyfriend again?" Great job on the hiding the irritation there, genius.

"Not exactly." Kim turned the photo around.

"Huh." Heather clamped down on the urge to punch the air in triumph. In your face, blond boy! The picture was from one of those cheap photo booths she knew could be found in every mall in the country. Whatever country it was they lived in. It showed a smiling Kim, with an equally happy Heather beaming over her shoulder. "Looks like you and I are friends." Maybe more, if I'm lucky.

"It's kinda weird though." Kim agreed thoughtfully.

Heather blinked.

"Weird?"

"Well ... the picture of the guy was folded in with the bills. This one was tucked in behind one of the cards. I mean, if I hadn't been looking closely at everything in here, I wouldn't have found it."

"So?"

"I could be reading too much into it, but that seems like I was hiding it. Which means that I don't want people to know about it."

"Oh." Heather felt crushed. "That can't be good."

"Well, it may not be that bad." Kim offered. She caught the green woman's disbelieving look and explained. "It could just mean I'm not 'out'."

"You mean if we're a couple, rather that just friends?" Heather tried not to sound too hopeful. Any explanation that involves being with hot stuff like you is fine with me.

"Yeah. It's hard to imagine any other reason I'd hide it. You don't look much different in the photo than from now, so I figure it's at most a couple of years old. And we were obviously having fun together when we took it."

"It could be that we were just friends."

"Then why hide the photo? Why keep it in my bill fold at all? People usually only do that with family."

"Then who's the blond guy?"

"... well I don't have a ring, so we're not married or engaged. Maybe we're related."

"I don't see any family resemblance." Heather couldn't help but say. Damn it, you fool, stop suggesting that this guy might be her lover.

"No." Kim admitted. "I guess we need to avoid jumping to conclusions about anything. It could turn out that you and I are deadly enemies."

"That'd suck." The words popped out of Heather's mouth before she thought about what she was saying. Kim gave her a bashful smile.

"Yeah, it would."

There was a moment of not quite comfortable silence, then Heather cleared her throat.

"So ... is that all you're carrying?"

The redhead dug through her belongings for a while longer.

"Seems like it." She reported, frowning slightly. "I can't shake the feeling that there is something missing, though. Something I usually carry."

"Maybe it's under that." Heather gestured at the rubble-filled corridor.

"Could be." Kim didn't feel happy about the idea, though she wasn't sure why. "I guess we're done here for now. We can come back later if we need to, but for now I think we should follow your suggestion and take a look down there." She pointed along the dimly-lit corridor. "We'll have to be careful though, it's pretty dark."

"I think I can help with that." Heather held out her right hand and imagined it starting to glow. Slowly, pale green flames appeared, lighting the area around them more clearly.

"Cool trick. Maybe I should give you a superhero name, like Firefly or Nightlight." Kim grinned.

The green woman gave a snort of derision. "Nightlight? I don't think so, Princess. Besides, you already got to pick 'Heather'."

Kim quirked an eyebrow.

"Did you just call me 'Princess'?"

"It just popped out." Heather flushed a deeper shade of green. "Sorry."

"No big." Kim waved it off, then blinked at her own words. "Huh. Saying that felt familiar." She licked her lips, a little nervous. "So ... looks like you had a pet name for me."

"Looks like."

Neither quite knew what to say to that. At last, Kim sighed.

"We should see what's down the corridor." Shyly, she offered her hand to the green woman. "This place might not be safe ... we should hang on to each other."

"Yeah, we should." Her heart skipping a little, Heather accepted the offer.

The two women walked for a few minutes. The concrete corridor was straight and windowless, broken only occasionally by a flickering neon light or an inset steel door. None of the doors would open.

"Maybe I could melt through one?" Heather offered.

"Better not." Kim shook her head. "We don't know how using your power affects you. You might hurt yourself if you overdo it. And even if it worked, there'd be molten metal all over the place. That sounds bad."

Heather snorted.

"You have a gift for the obvious, Princess." She'd decided she liked the nickname.

"Hey," Kim gave a small pout. Despite the brevity of the expression, Heather felt her breath catch. "If I'm your Princess, you should be nicer to me." She gently bumped shoulders with the other woman to show she was teasing.

"You're bossy, too. Maybe I should upgrade you from Rose Princess to my Red Queen."

"I guess we'd better hope your name's not 'Alice'." Kim said, then frowned. "Any idea why I just said that?"

"Nope."

"Me neither."

"You know what's weird?" Heather asked, a minute or so later.

"You mean apart from waking up in a secret lair with a beautiful amnesiac superhero and a case of amnesia of my own?" Kim glanced sidelong at the other woman, a little nervous about how her comment would be received, but unable to resist testing the waters.

"Well, when you put it like that ..." Heather grumbled. Then she stopped. "Beautiful?"

"Well ... you are." Kim shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. She struggled to cover her comment. "Even if they're just friends, women are allowed to say that stuff to each other, right?"

The green woman cocked her head to one side, as the redhead tried to will away the blush she knew was rising up her neck. Heather released the redhead's fingers and lightly caressed the flushed skin.

"How far does your bloom go, Rose?" she teased gently, and Kim felt the heat rush straight to her face. "You're trying to work out if we like each other, aren't you?"

Busted. Kim nodded. "Well ... you are beautiful. And you seem pretty cool. And ... I did have that photo of us hidden in my stuff." Both women were silent for a moment, considering the idea.

"Don't rush it, Princess." Heather recommended, at last. "Just let whatever happens, happen. But that does get me back to my original point. What's weird is the way we've reacted so calmly to this situation. Sure, we've asked all the obvious questions: who are you, who am I, where are we? But we've been calm about the whole thing, trying to reason it out ... wouldn't most people be panicking?"

Kim considered the question.

"I guess it is odd." She said at last. "I didn't think about it before, but this sitch is kinda weird, isn't it? And yet it feels like no big."

Heather quirked an eyebrow.

"This 'sitch'? Sounds like we found another of your expressions."

"Yeah." Kim agreed, then suddenly raised an arm and pointed down the corridor, "Hey ... is that light up ahead?"

"Good eyes, Princess. Let's find out what it is." Heather grabbed the smaller woman by the hand and dragged her toward the dim glow.

"I think we've found my bedroom."

Kim stood at the doorway and surveyed the room. The carpets were black, broken up by a green throw-rug, two green chairs, and an unmade green-quilted bed with black sheets and pillows.

"What makes you think this might be yours?" She teased.

"Ha ha." Heather gave her a mock glare. The green woman moved over to the walk-in wardrobe, which contained several copies of her green and black catsuit, and a smattering of other outfits in similar hues. "You're hilarious."

"So this is not the time for a line about thinking you were out of the closet?" Kim smilingly teased.

Heather just as smilingly flipped her a one-fingered salute, then pulled out a green t-shirt and a black pair of jeans.

"I'm going to check the bathroom and see if the water's still on. Hopefully it will be, though I doubt the heater is. Of course, I have my own heat supply." She grinned. "If I can run a bath, I'm going to rinse off this dust and crap and get changed. You wanna look around the room while you wait? I'll only be a few minutes."

Kim shook her head. I so want to go through all her stuff and find out what she means to me ... but I would freak if someone went through my stuff while I wasn't there.

"It's your room. I think you should go through it first, in case there's anything private."

"So you're just gonna sit here while you wait?"

"Pretty much."

"You could always come scrub my back." Heather suggested, her tone light. The comment immediately brought to mind images of wet, soapy green skin.

Bad thoughts. Bad! Kim summoned up a bashful grin.

"What happened to not rushing things?"

"Oh fine. Throw my own words back at me." Heather pouted. "Actually, why not spend the time going through the closet? You need a wash as badly as I do. Maybe you'll find something that fits."

"I doubt it. You're taller than I am, and a lot more ..." Kim gestured vaguely.

"Fat?"

"No!"

"Buxom? Curvy? Voluptuous? Endowed?"

"Annoying."

"God, that feels so much better." Heather emerged from the bathroom with her hair bound up in an emerald green towel. "Oh, you found some clothes?" She walked over to the easy chair where they were draped and had a quick look at them. Olive-green cargo pants, and a black midriff top in a size that would cut off the circulation to her brain if she tried to wear it.

"Yeah." Something about Kim's voice sounded odd. Heather glanced at her worriedly. The redhead was perched on the edge of the bed - which was now made, she noticed, an activity she considered the biggest waste of time on the planet. The younger woman continued speaking without looking up at her. "They were in a plastic bag at the back of one of the shelves."

"What's wrong, Princess?"

"I ... I made the bed."

"I can see that. I assume this is something more than just thinking I'm a slob for not having done it already?"

"I ... found this." The redhead offered the green-skinned woman a magazine.

"If it's a skin mag I swear I only buy it for the articles." The joke didn't raise a response, and Heather took the magazine, unrolling it to see the title. "Oh."

"Villains Monthly." Kim's tone was miserable.

"Well ..." Crap. "... maybe we're both villains."

"I'm not a villain."

"How can you know that?"

"How do you know you like girls?"

"... I just do."

"Exactly."

"Okay." Heather had to admit that made as much sense as anything else did, today. "Well, this doesn't have to mean I'm a villain, right? Maybe I'm a hero and this is just research -"

"Page twelve."

Heart sinking, the green woman flicked to the designated spot.

"'Where did Shego?'" Heather read the title. "Nice proof-reading -" she broke off as she noticed the picture on the facing page. It showed her twisting in mid-air, and hurling green fire at a lithe, redheaded figure ... dressed in olive-green cargo pants and a black midriff top. "Aw crap."

"We're enemies." The redhead sounded miserable about the idea.

"This magazine could have been planted by whoever wiped our memories." Heather cast around desperately for an explanation. As she spoke, she caught sight of the caption on the photo.

One of Shego's many encounters with teen hero, Kim Possible.

"What the hell kind of name is 'Shego'?"

"Yours, apparently." Kim crossed her arms over her chest. "You're a villain, and I'm a hero, and this sitch is so ferociously the drama."

"Wait, wait, wait." The newly-christened Shego held up a hand. "Did you read the rest of the article?"

"What was the point?"

"Well, listen to this: 'Former villainous glamor girl Shego has not been seen for 12 months, since assisting former nemesis Kim Possible to save the planet from alien invasion."

Kim blinked. "It does not say that."

"It does." Shego nodded emphatically.

"Alien invasion?"

"Alien invasion." The green woman threw back the magazine and waited for Kim to read the text. "See? Saved the world twelve months ago, got an amnesty on previous crimes, then disappeared. I'm reformed."

"You're a reformed supervillain who just happens to live in a secret underground lair?" Kim sounded skeptical.

"Okay, I admit I haven't worked out all the details yet." Shego shrugged. "All I'm saying is let's not start re-enacting that picture until we know what's going on."

The redhead frowned, then finally nodded. "I guess that makes sense." She stood and walked over to the chair, taking care not to pass too close to Shego. "I'm going to get changed."

"Let me heat up some water for you so you can have a bath."

"No, that's okay -"

"Kim." The green woman interrupted. "We will work this out. You'll feel better after a bath, trust someone who knows."

"... I do need one." The teen hero ran a hand through her hair and grimaced at the dust on her hand. "Fine. You promise you won't run off while I'm in there?"

"I promise."

"And you won't attack me, either?"

"Trust me, Princess, if I saw you wet and naked, fighting would not be the first thing on my mind."

Which was, on reflection, not the best choice of response for calming the younger woman's nerves.

"Okay, you were right about the bath." Kim admitted, when she emerged ten minutes later. She ran her fingers through hair now refreshingly free of dust. "But we really need to find out what's going on with us, Hea ... Shego."

"We will." The green woman answered. "There must be something in this dump that will fill in the blanks."

"I hope so." The redhead sighed. Enemies! I can't believe I thought we might be lovers. None of this seemed right. Why would she keep a photo of an enemy? If they'd fought so many times, why had her first instinct been to trust the older woman? Was she always so easily taken in by someone attractive and charming? So the drama.

They continued on their way along the subterranean corridors. As before, they did not speak much, though what had previously been a comfortable silence was now filled with uncertainty and distrust. They walked on opposite sides of the corridor, a wide space between them.

"Another door up ahead." Kim said at last. Shego grunted, apparently not feeling the observation needed an articulate response. The redhead sneaked a quick glance at the green woman, noting the downcast of Shego's mouth. It seemed Kim was not the only one who missed their earlier camaraderie.

Somehow, that made her feel a little better.

Author's Note: Ah, amnesia. A plot device that keeps on giving. In this case, it allows me to play with who the characters are. This is because I'm positing that some aspects of our character are innate, and some are developed by our experiences. Hence "Heather" knows she is gay (which for her is an innate part of who she is), but has a more mellow personality than Shego is on the show (because she hasn't dealt with all the crap that Shego has). While "Rose" knows she is not a thief (innate Kimness) but doesn't have as clearly a defined sexuality.