Chapter 3.

Kim found herself in a situation she had never imagined she would be in, drunk with Shego. Their competitiveness knew no bounds, and apparently neither did their drinking.

To Kim's dismay, Shego had even begun to open up some more.

Who knew that all it took to get her to open up was a bunch of beer? Kim thought incredulously.

"I'm never gonna tell you my real name, Kimmie," Shego interrupted, as if she could read Kim's thoughts. She had a wide drunk smile on her face. At first it had startled Kim, but now it was just plain adorable.

Adorable, now that's a word I never thought I would use in connection with Shego, Kim thought to herself with a grin.

"What're you smiling at, Pumpkin?" Shego asked suspiciously.

"Just that I managed to win," Kim giggled, "I'm one drink ahead of you."

"Godammit!" Shego cursed, immediately snatching another bottle, "How can you have this much tolerance for alcohol! You never drink!"

"I never said I never drink, Shego," Kim laughed, "Just that I don't really drink these days. Too many messy nights in the past have put me off making it such a regular thing these days."

"You!" Shego was shocked, "You tricked me!"

"Nope, no tricking, you never asked," Kim giggled. Shego swore.

"You would make a damned good villain if you ever put your mind to it, Kimmie," Shego groaned, wincing as she took a swig from her new bottle.

"Aw, big bad Shego complaining about a challenge?" Kim teased, "Here I was thinking you would get bored by an easy win."

"I liked it better when you were a goodie-two-shoes," Shego muttered, leaning back in the couch and shutting her eyes for a moment.

"Shego…?" Kim ventured, deciding that they had reached a relaxed enough level of communication for her to begin to pry.

"Yeah?" Shego grunted, not opening her eyes.

"What did you do after the Lowardian Invasion?" Kim asked. Shego peeked open an eye for a moment before shutting it again.

"Told ya already, Kimmie, tried to stay out of crime, it sucked, you found me, end of." Shego drawled as if it was the most unimportant thing in the world.

"So you never found work for anyone?" Kim asked. She found it hard to believe that without thieving, Shego could survive for so long on the streets.

Shego sighed, readjusting her position and opening her eyes again. She looked at Kim for a long time, as if drunkenly assessing whether or not she was safe.

"Fine, just… Don't be so Kim Possible about it," Shego muttered.

"Hey!" Kim took offense to that. Shego waved an uncharacteristically clumsy hand at her to silence her.

"I was a stripper, okay?" Shego admitted, rolling her eyes as Kim's mouth flew open.

"You… really?" Kim gaped, "You aren't messing with me?"

"Deadly serious," Shego replied, rolling her eyes again at Kim's somewhat predictable reaction, "It was the best money I could get for people who would actually hire me and not ask any questions."

"Okay," Kim replied, taking a moment to process this information, "But if it was such good money, why did you stop?"

"God, cupcake, you just don't give anything a rest, do you?" Shego groaned, running a hand through her hair.

"I just wanna know," Kim said, shrugging her shoulders. She didn't want to scare Shego off when she was so close to finding out some kind of clue as to what had happened to the woman.

Shego got up from the couch, pacing around Kim's apartment for a while. Kim recognised this as stalling and simply followed Shego, waiting for an answer. Shego moved to the kitchen, busying herself rummaging in the cupboards.

"Fine!" Shego finally said, "I had a regular… She ordered lots of private dances. I mean, I just assumed she liked what I had going on,"

Kim blushed as Shego casually gestured at her body. The thought of Shego giving private dances to another woman… Focus, Possible, focus!

"Anyway… It turns out she had other intentions… Far more fucked up intentions… I had to quit my job and go underground…"

"What intentions?" Kim pressed, relieved she was finally beginning to get to the bottom of things. But Shego re-emerged from the cupboard, triumphantly holding up a bottle.

"Ah-bup-bup-bup!" Shego interrupted, wagging a finger with her free hand, "Here is where the competition really heats up."

Kim looked carefully at the bottle in Shego's hand. Whisky.

"Godammit."

Kim groaned as she awoke to a splitting headache and a nausea so intense she wished she could just go back to sleep. The ceiling of her bedroom was spinning as she stared up at it.

"Urghhhh…" Kim groaned again, rolling onto her side.

She yelped as she realised there was someone else next to her in bed. A barely clothed Shego. Kim leapt up from the bed and sprinted to the bathroom.

After a much-needed hungover vomit, Kim pondered the situation. Had she really given in to her attraction to Shego? Had Shego really been interested back? Kim washed her face with cold water, brushed her teeth and then cautiously headed back to her room.

Sure enough, the underwear clad former supervillain was laid out in her bed, yawning as she awoke.

"Shego…" Kim said cautiously, unsure of whether or not to get back in bed or not.

"Kim…" Shego responded back, mocking Kim's tone with a smirk.

"Did we…?" Kim asked, raising an eyebrow in favour of finishing her sentence.

"Did we what?" Shego asked bluntly.

"You know," Kim pressed. Shego looked curiously at her before looking down at her underwear-clad body in Kim's bed. To Kim's horror, Shego burst into laughter, clutching at her stomach.

"Oh my God" Shego spluttered between laughs, "In your dreams, Princess,"

Kim crossed her arms across her chest and scowled at Shego.

"Whatever," Kim muttered, blushing slightly.

Shego smirked before yawning. She began to stretch. Kim's mouth fell open as she watched the taut muscles in Shego's stomach tense and her breasts push out. Shego stopped abruptly.

"Why are you—Oh God," Shego cursed.

"What?!" Kim spluttered, blushing more.

"You aren't actually attracted to me, are you?" Shego asked, her voice sounding less sure of herself. Kim's blush darkened.

"N-no… Of course not…" Kim stuttered, tightening her crossed arms.

Shego broke out into a smirk, suddenly leaning forward onto her hands, eying Kim dangerously.

"My, my, Kimmie…" Shego smirked, slowly moving forward with the smooth and predatory movement of a panther, "I didn't think bad girls would be your type…"

"They're not," Kim protested, a little too abruptly.

"But girls are?" Shego asked, reaching the end of the bed and getting to her feet.

"Uh…" Kim's shoulders moved upwards as she tensed.

Shego's smirk grew as she began walking towards Kim slowly, her hips swaying. Kim gulped heavily, her eyes glued to Shego's body. Her porcelain skin was stark against the black lacy lingerie she wore. She had the body of an athlete, but curves. 'Damn, those curves…' Kim thought, feeling her jaw slacken.

She looked up into Shego's bright green eyes, dancing with mischief. Shego was now close enough to touch. Kim moved backwards, her back hitting the wall. Shego's smirk grew even wider.

Shego placed a hand on the wall, close to Kim's head. Kim gulped again.

"You seem a little flustered there, Pumpkin…" Shego smirked, edging closer. Kim felt herself getting lightheaded as Shego's body began to lightly press against hers. She'd had her body against Shego's more times than she could count. But there was definitely a difference between battle and this.

"I… erm… Shego…?" Kim felt like her body was on fire. Shego pressed fully against her, leaning in so her lips were brushing Kim's ear. Kim shivered and she could feel Shego smile at the reaction.

"You really do like the bad girls, don'tcha Kimmie?" Shego said in a low voice.

Kim let out an involuntary moan, her eyes flickering shut.

In a second, Shego had withdrawn, putting her hands on her hips and looking at Kim, amused.

"Too easy, Cupcake," Shego laughed, "I cannot believe you really are attracted to me."

"Sh-shut up," Kim muttered weakly, rubbing the back of her neck. Shego laughed more.

"Oooh this is good, it is too easy to tease you about this," Shego crowed, throwing herself back to sit on the end of the bed with a Cheshire grin.

"Shut up, Shego," Kim repeated, running her hand through her hair as she regained composure.

"Mm, I'm sure you would like that," Shego teased, "You wanna punish me, Kimmie?"

Kim blushed again.

"Stop it," Kim insisted, feeling beyond embarrassed.

"Sorry, Kimmie," Shego laughed, "If I find something that embarrasses you, I can't help but use that to my advantage."

"Ughhhhh," Kim groaned and covered her face with her hands, leaning against the wall. She couldn't believe Shego now knew about her beyond weird attraction to her. This was almost as bad as Ron finding out. Scratch that… Worse than Ron finding out. At least Ron wouldn't torture her over it.

When Kim finally dropped her hands from her red face, she saw Shego was no longer lounging on the bed. She could hear the shower running. Kim's shoulder's relaxed, relieved that now Shego was off getting ready for the day, instead of mocking her.

I'm never gonna live this down, Kim inwardly groaned.

She brushed her hair, trying to make herself more presentable. Her head was still throbbing and her stomach was still feeling delicate. She loathed feeling hungover. It was the whole reason she had given up partying pretty soon into her post high-school years.

The Kimmunicator started to beep, piercing Kim's fuzzy brain and further aggravating her headache. Kim rushed over and answered, unsurprised to see Wade's friendly round face on the screen.

"Hey Kim," Wade greeted, typing furiously and eyes glued to a monitor off the side of the screen.

"Hey, Wade," Kim replied, "What's the sitch?"

"Woah, Kim, are you okay?" Wade had finally glanced at the monitor with Kim on and was taking in her dishevelled and peaky appearance.

"Just a bit hungover," Kim said dismissively, ignoring Wade's surprised expression, "No big. What's going on?"

Wade regained his focus, glancing again at the other monitor.

"It's your case on the missing girl," Wade replied, "I've been trying to help on this end, following leads online. I've been following up on what you said about her having special abilities. I cross referenced against the Missing Persons Database and found that there is a large number of people with so-called 'special abilities' missing."

"A large number?" Kim queried, "How many are we talking?"

"Over a hundred," Wade replied grimly, "I haven't even checked other countries yet."

"Oh my God," Kim replied, "And we're sure they're linked? Special abilities doesn't just mean like good at running or something?"

"Not unless you count running at 2,500 miles per hour," Wade replied, "I'm talking serious special powers. Like superpowers. All these missing people have some kind of superhuman special ability listed as an identifying feature. We can't ignore the pattern. What are the chances that so many people with super rare abilities all go missing?"

"You're right," Kim replied, biting her lip, "I just wonder why Global Justice haven't noticed."

"If this is international, I think it's only right we warn Ron," Wade responded, "With his Mystic Monkey Powers he could be a target."

"As could Shego…" Kim said slowly, her slow hungover brain suddenly clunking into place.

"Yeah… I suppose," Wade replied, "You okay, Kim? You look a little spaced out."

"Yeah, I gotta go," Kim replied quickly, "Warn Ron and keep me updated on all of this."

"You got it!" Wade saluted, "Later Kim!"

Kim bid her computer genius friend goodbye and tossed her phone on the bed, mind still whirring.

After Kim's own shower, she changed into some fresh clothes and headed into the living area. The aroma of eggs and bacon was making her mouth water.

Shego was in some torn jean shorts and a wife beater, apron on. She was humming lightly as she cooked, giving the pan a helping hand with her plasma every now and again.

Kim let her eyes hungrily roam up Shego's long toned legs before shaking her head. The last thing she needed was to incite more teasing from Shego.

"Shego," Kim started gently. Shego turned around at the interruption, ceasing her humming.

"What is it, Pumpkin?" Shego asked suspiciously, tapping a foot and resting a hand on her hip.

"Who was it that was after you?" Kim asked, "Are they after you for your powers?"

Shego's already suspicious face darkened.

"I knew I shouldn't have told you anything," Shego growled, her shoulders tensing.

"Shego," Kim chided, "I'm just worried about you. I think—"

"I don't want to know what you think," Shego snapped, turning back to the food. The bacon and eggs ready, she heaped them onto plates before igniting her hand and toasting some bread. Kim was transfixed by this surprisingly gentle and domestic use of Shego's powers, but wasn't about to be distracted from the task at hand.

Shego placed the toasted bread on each plate, picking them up and dropping them heavily on the small table.

"Bon appetite," Shego growled, sitting down and beginning to shovel forkfuls into her mouth.

"Shego—" Kim tried again.

"Less talky, more eaty," Shego grunted, continuing to eat her meal.

Kim went to protest, but her stomach protested instead, growling loudly. With defeat, Kim sat down and began to eat her own meal.

She had to hand it to the former villain, Shego could cook.

"Thnnnfffs ffrrrff mmmna fffmmm," Kim mumbled through a full mouth. She was so starved and the bacon and egg breakfast was really hitting the spot.

"I hope that wasn't another attempt to pry, Pumpkin," Shego said darkly. Kim shook her head.

"Thanks for the food," Kim clarified, before diving in for another mouthful. Shego looked a little appeased, her shoulders relaxing a little.

"Well… I'm still not about to become your little housewife," Shego said defensively, although she looked a little proud of how eagerly Kim was demolishing the food, "As much as you would love that, of course."

Kim choked on her food, a blush rising in her cheeks. She had hoped Shego had conveniently forgotten that line of teasing.

"What—No!" Kim stuttered, trying to steer the conversation back to the matter at hand, "Anyway, I talked to Wade… Were the people after you for your powers?"

"Godammit, Kimmie," Shego growled, her temper spiking as she pounded a fist on the table, "Why are you talking to Nerdlinger about me?! Why won't you just let it go about the people after me?!"

"Shego, I'm not going to drop it," Kim replied firmly, "Wade is brilliant at tracking and uncovering things. He can help us."

"There is no us!" Shego snarled, getting to her feet. She was well and truly furious now, "And I don't want Nerdlinger trawling through my past. You have no right, Kimmie!"

"I care, I wanna help you," Kim said, standing up herself. She raised her hands in a defensive manner, trying to placate the superpowered woman.

"You wanna get in my pants," Shego growled, "I've been your arch nemesis for years! The only reason you've let me crash here is because you have some twisted thing for me!"

"It's not like that!" Kim defended. She was about to try and explain that she really did care about Shego. But she was interrupted by the frantic beeping of the Kimmunicator. Wade's name was on the screen.

Kim went to reach for the device, but it was swiftly snatched off the table by Shego.

"Oh and here's Nerdlinger himself, about to violate my privacy," Shego sneered.

"Shego—no!" Kim stretched out a hand futilely as Shego's green glow ignited.

The Kimmunicator sparked before melting in Shego's plasma. Shego watched it fall ruined from her hand.

"Oops," Shego smirked.

"Shego!" Kim screeched.

"Right, well, it was nice, but I gotta jet," Shego said, wrenching the apron off herself. She was back to her aloof and sneering self. Kim's heart sank. They had finally begun to bond a bit and in an instant it was over. Back to the sneering Shego that traded jabs and kept her at a distance.

Shego's hands were still glowing as she headed for the door. Kim did a running jump, flipping into the doorway to block it.

"Out of my way, Kimmie," Shego growled, "Or you're gonna end up the same way as that dumb phone of yours."

"Shego, don't go," Kim pleaded, "It's not safe out there for you."

"You don't care," Shego accused, "You just want to fuck me."

Kim flinched at the blunt words.

"N-no… I-I mean… You're… Shego, it's not like that!" Kim stammered, trying to ignore the blush rising in her cheeks. Shego snorted defensively.

"What is it, Kimmie?" Shego asked, her voice dripping with venom, "Not enough to beat me in all those fights way back when? You have to conquer me in every way?"

"No—God—Of course not!" Kim stuttered.

"What then? Another notch on your bedpost? A charity case for the goodie-two-shoes obsessed with playing the hero?" Shego fired back.

"No, Shego!" Kim frantically replied, "I care about you, okay! And I know in your own way you care about me deep down. All those fights… We had so many chances to seriously injure or kill each other, but we never crossed that line. I care about you and don't want you to get hurt. That's it."

Shego's hands flickered before extinguishing, but she still looked livid.

"Sure," Shego drawled sarcastically, folding her arms tightly across her chest.

"Shego, I mean it," Kim insisted, "I care about you. There's no ulterior motive apart from making sure you're okay."

"So you can play the hero?" Shego huffed. Kim frowned, but the fact Shego's temper was lessening with each minute encouraged her.

"So I can look after someone who I know would look after me, too," Kim responded patiently. Shego snorted.

"I would not," Shego shot back. Kim smiled at that.

"You already have," Kim replied, "Warmonga? When Drakken was possessed? You've saved me before when its looked like I wasn't going to make it through a fight."

"That's just because it's my job to finish you off," Shego said defensively, looking away.

"Sure," Kim smiled. Shego frowned and shook her head.

A silence fell between them as they stood there; Kim blocking the door, Shego standing in front of her. The resolve of the pale woman seemed to be waning.

"Fine," Shego grumbled, "I guess it can't hurt to stay for a little bit longer."

Kim suppressed the wide smile that was tugging at her lips as Shego turned around silently, stalking off to busy herself in the kitchen