It's natural to get déjà vu, easy to get confused and sit staring at your hands for hours. They're just your hands but sometimes you see the blood flash across them and sometimes… it's something different. Fire. Your hands burn. But it doesn't hurt and it's only for a second so you just chalk it up on the list of reasons to believe you're slowly going crazy.

Or maybe not so slowly. Yesterday, the Boss sent you out grocery shopping for the apartment (he said that a flunky could have done it but if you didn't learn proper eating habits now you never would) and you came back with bags full of every green thing the shop sold; from Jell-O to lettuce and green napkins to mints. The funny thing is… you don't even remember being in the shop. Your memory gets fuzzy just as you entered and then suddenly you were back at the apartment. Like waking from a dream.

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Kim flipped swiftly over the heads of a dozen henchmen and landed on a crate, pushing over a jumbo-sized vat on the way.

She grinned down at them, "Well? Aren't you going to even try and get me?"

Now firmly stuck to the floor by the 'Invisible and Concrete-Strong Glue' she'd tipped over they glared back up at her, knowing it was useless to even bother 'trying'. "I could have been a doctor by now" one masked-man mumbled to another. "A really good doctor."

Swinging down to the ground on a chain hanging from the ceiling, Kim rolled her eyes. "Believe me, being a doctor is hard work- I should know, I live with two of them- You lot are too lazy to ever actually get a qualification, let alone work." She addressed them en mass as she was having a little trouble telling them apart. "I mean, look at him! He's like a big dough-ball!"

They all turned to one of the henchmen who stopped attempting to struggle out of his boots and instead hugged his squishy frame. "I- I can't help it! It's all those left-over muffins- I- I…" He began to break down into noisy sobs, using the back of his hand to wipe away the dribbling snot. "I'm so UGLY!" He yelled between gasping breaths.

"It's OK, Benny, I like y'crooked nose." One of the other henchmen called over, "I's got real character." There was a round of mumbled agreement.

"You used to have real big muscles, I thought they were fab! If you worked out a bit I'm sure you can get them back." A tall, skinny co-worker chipped in.

Kim checked her Kimmunicator and gadgets had not been damaged or lost in the fight in the fight then tuned back in to the conversation. The 'hench-people' had started discussing diet tips and one or two were even offering their services as personal trainers. "Um… excuse me? If you don't mind- where exactly is Drakken hiding?" She'd sent Ron off to find him but knowing the boy he was now probably dangling upside-down from one of Shego's trip-wires. Possibly pant less.

She shuddered, the thought of Ron and Shego alone together… without clothes, was just too gross to even contemplate.

They were still ignoring her "Anyone? Drakken? Your boss? Remember him?"

Kim waited.

And waited.

And… decided she didn't actually have that much patience slash-and-or time.

"I'm just… gonna go…"

Half an hour and many winding corridors later Kim was considering swallowing her pride and calling Wade for help. She knew the way around the damn lair it was just… a little out of mind right now. Turning yet another corner the redhead was just about to turn back around when she spotted the door in signature green and black. 'Hmm,' she thought, 'mint chocolate.'

Once inside (only a quick kick to the door controls had been necessary) she rolled her eyes to see the entire room was coordinated in those same damn two colours. 'Narcissistic,' she decided, 'definitely narcissistic'. Still, the room was empty, the henchmen were stuck, Drakken had probably locked himself in the toilet and… well… Ron was probably locked in there too.

Which meant quality snooping time.

Looking in a baddies's private stuff wasn't wrong if you were a good guy- it was recon. And reading their diary was almost enough to earn you a reward!

Not that Shego was the type to have a diary, or leave it anywhere noticeable, or print her name on it in big shiny green lett- ok, so that last one was probably true.

"Bedside table or cupboards? Table, cupboards? Cupboards, table? Table, Cupboards? Cupboards…" She noticed the edge of a tiny box poking out from under the bedside cabinet, "Ooh, Table!"

Getting down on her hands and knees she rested her head against the black carpet to peek into the tiny gap under the cabinet. "Hello little box, what are you doing there?" It looked to be jacketed in red silk or something else expensive. Unquestionably jewellery. "Hmm, hmm… but who buys themselves jewellery and gets it nicely boxed…? And then hides it. So… mystery admirer" She grinned, flipping the lid open to see a ring with a large diamond, either side sat a glistening sapphire and emerald. "Ok, not so mystery."

Kim giggled, wondering whether singing 'Drakken and Shego sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G' to an empty room was too weird. She was about to take the ring out of the box and try it on (hey, it was shiny!) when the swooshing of the door behind her startled her. She dropped the box and rolled into a defensive position, accidentally going the wrong way and smacking her head against the bed. "OUCH!"

"Why Princess, I didn't have you down as a thief!"

Shego stood at the door smirking at the tiny redhead rubbing her aching skull.

She chuckled at Kim's pouting, "What the hell do you call that?"

"My puppy-dog pout. It's irresistible… to everyone but you apparently." She pouted harder, widening her eyes and fluttering her lashes.

Shego had the odd feeling Kim was flirting. "Well stop it- it's disgusting. Besides, learn from the Master." The dark haired girl put out her own lip while enlarging her slanted green eyes.

"Whoa…" Kim breathed. "You are so good at that."

"I know." The thief shrugged and raised a charged plasma-emitting hand, "Now drop the box."

Kim shot to her feet, resting her weight on them equally and bouncing slightly on her toes ready to pounce at any moment. She watched the woman opposite her settle into her own stance and flare her other hand.

A noise like a roll of thunder sounded as Shego began to move forward. Kim threw the box to distract her watching the world slow down as the ring flew out, streaking towards the opposite wall. It seemed to her eyes that Shego was creating some kind of tunnel vision in her, the world moving, plaster pulling away from the wall to follow her. But then the other girl turned and let out a silent scream.

Or it might have been a real scream.

Because the wall was exploding and she couldn't hear anything.

Flames shot past the moving woman, licking around her silhouette though she paid them no mind. Crashing messily into Kim's frozen form she forced the girl to the floor, making sure to cover the smaller body with her own.

She felt Shego's hot breath against her ear as the pale woman spoke but heard no sounds. It felt familiar to have her body pressed that close- familiar in that sickening way that makes your stomach roll.

After the flames came the debris, harder and slower moving. Huge chunks of wall and ceiling pelted against Shego's back and Kim felt the vibrations down into her own bones.

Kim thought she might be screaming. But she wasn't really sure.

Shego pressed a hand to her mouth as she used her head and other arm like a shield. Kim squeezed her eyes shut, desperately wanting it all to be over. She felt the flames as they ate into the flesh Shego had not managed to cover, her treacherously flimsy clothes catching fire and blazing against her until they reached Shego's suit and died.

What felt like hours but was probably only seconds passed until the fireball burnt out and the rubble settled.

Shego eased herself upwards, pushing the fallen pieces off her back, until she was hold herself up on her hands and knees. "Kimmie?" She mouthed (but doubtless actually spoke), "You ok?"

The redhead shuddered. Her open sores throbbed in a way that said there was going to be a level of pain that just might require morphine later and her lungs burned from the sooty air suddenly rushing into them. But she wasn't dead. Or dieing. "I'm just a little burnt, you?"

Hovering above her, Shego winced as if she'd yelled then smiled in relief. "Five by five."