A/N: I own nothing. I do not own Kim Possible, Buffy: The Vampire Slayer, Angel, nor any of the shows and characters that I will be using in this story. I am not making any profit out of this whatsoever.

Ok, so I sort of lied. I guess I do sort of own most of the plot. Cheers.

Shego looked up at the ceiling and sighed. She was lying in bed at one of Drakken's old mountainside lairs. At the moment, everything except her plasma proof (and sound proof) room was completely destroyed, courtesy of one international teen hero –or at least, courtesy of said hero's sidekick. Drakken sold most of his lairs and his many failed world-domination experiments after he turned a "new leaf". Other super villains decide to follow his example and now the world was more or less peaceful (partly also because Global Justice has upped their forte). Kim Possible and her bff/boyfriend Ron were off to college being more or less normal and being more or less happy.

And Shego? She was bored. And lonely (but if you asked her about it, she'd probably just tan your hide). It's been a couple of years since she's done anything that she would deem exciting. Two years since she's seen a particular red head. Sure, there are millions of red heads around the world, heck, she even dated a few. But this red head was –No! She shook her head, tried to clear the thoughts.

Shego sighed again. Drakken gave her one of his lairs as a parting gift. He had asked her if she still wanted to work for him at his new company that worked on -who would have guessed?- flowers and all other things botanical. Business was good but it wasn't for Shego. Staring at plants all day, are you kidding??

Her phone rang. "Yo," She greeted monotonously, very much unlike her.

"Shego? That you? Ya sound like somebody kicked you puppy and then had you watch it get run over by an eighteen-wheeler," Said the voice on the other side of the line.

"Rogue," Shego said, with a little more life after realizing who it was, "Why are you calling?"

"Just checkin' on you, girl! So how are you?"

"Fine." She said, getting up to pace around the room.

"You don't sound fine, are you thinking about her again?"

"No." She answered too quickly.

"Listen to me, Fuego… Are you listening?"

"Yeah, I'm listening." She replied, rolling her eyes.

"Ok! Well, do this: stop rolling your eyes, get over yourself, and talk to her!"

"But—"

"No buts! Even if you have your head shoved up yours, alright? TALK TO HER!"

"Rogue, she's frickin' straight plus she's already got a boyfriend –who, by the way, she's known since pre-school! How do I compete with that?"

"Hello? Am I experiencing déjà vu here? 'Cause I seem to be remembering going through something like this. Or have you forgotten?"

Shego sighed for the millionth time that day. "I know, I know. You thought you had nothing against the whole star-crossed lovers and soul mates thing. This is different! Your girl was just too stubborn to admit that she liked you! Mine is like… even straighter than yours!!"

"Oh I assure ya, my B is nothing straight… 'specially when we're getting all wriggly." Shego thought she could almost hear the caller's eye brows wiggle lecherously. A thud was heard in the background along with another voice indignantly yelling, "Faith!"

"OW! That hurt, Buffy." Complained the person named Faith. Shego could only laugh as she heard this from her end of the line.

"Aww, Fai! I'm sorry, baby!" She heard Buffy apologize.

"It really hurts, B, how about you kiss it better?" Faith suggested.

Shego heard a girlish giggle in the background.

"Alright, Faithy." And then she heard Faith moan in contentment.

Soon, though, the moans continued and it got a little awkward to Shego.

"I'll just call you later, Faith." She tried to say good-bye but Faith didn't seem to notice anymore, so she just clicked the phone shut.

She shook her head and smiled. To be in love, she thought. And horny, she added, laughing a little. She was happy for her friend, if not a teeny bit jealous. Only a teeny bit. Yep.

And suddenly, a flash of red entered her mind.

Shego dropped herself back in bed.

"Princess," she mumbled despondently.

Soon after, she fell asleep.