Story: Maybe we always were together (all chapters)

Rain.

Dark.

Death.

The hill was filled with bodies. The grass was covered with blood. It seems that there was no body alive. But, if you were there, then you could see her. She was kneeling in each body, checking if somebody survived. It seems not. Her ebony hair was soaked with rain as was her almost naked body; only a white blood-covered cotton dress protected her nudity of the cold weather. If someone would be able to be close enough from her, they would be seeing crying. Her face was soaked, yes, but not only rain and salty water made her seen like a movie terror character, but also blood, dried blood painted her beautiful face. Her body was covered with bruises and cuts, and the blood in her dress was not only her.

She was crying, yes, but nobody would comfort her. Never. And she knew that.

She was searching for somebody alive.

And, yes, there were five persons alive: an ebony young handsome man; a blond middle-aged man and an almost identical woman; a read-headed woman and an old man. But they were only judges. They couldn’t help, they couldn’t save.

The raven-haired girl finished here searching; nobody alive. She then went for her now blood-covered sword, and her now broken shield. She began to walk towards the ‘judges’, but the weeping made her shake. She felt in her knees over the mud. And she began to cry louder and harder. The ‘judges’ only saw her, no comfort came from them, not even help to put her back on her feet.

“You really think she can do it?” the ebony man asked.

“Of course she can.” The eldest answered.

The girl managed to reach the five persons after a while of cry. She stood in front of them, her gaze down.

“Well done, Shera.” The blond woman congratulated.

“My name is Shego.” The girl muttered.

“Now, you were the one that manage to survive. So here are you new blade and shield, Shera.” The blond man tossed her a jade-handled sword and a black circular shield, with a green snake across of it.

“My name is Shego!” the girl’s snapped.

“Your first assignment, Shera-“ The read-headed woman started.

“My name is Shego!” she yelled.

“-will be stay with and protect the princess, Shera” the other woman finished.

“My name is Shego!”

“You know which your name is!”

“I do! My name is Shego!”

The blond man slapped her across the face. “Stop being stupid Shera!”

A silent tear of pain fell down her sore cheek.

“My name is Shego. She used to call me like that.” Shera, uh, Shego, whispered. Nobody heard her.

“Now. Come on, let’s get you home. The faster you gather your things, the faster you can leave.” The eldest man spoke and began to walk.

“Yes, master.”

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Shego woke up in the middle of the night. A white light blinded her.

“What the fuck?” Shego gasped in horror.

“I need help.” There in front of her stood a raven haired teenager. “Please, I know you can help us”.

“Who the hell are you? What are you doing her?” she was scared, nobody knew were does she lived.

“I’m Shego, and I know you can help us.”

After the battle, Shera returned home with the five persons of the hill, well if you can call that home. Home was an ancient castle. It was built in the top of a rocky hill and on one side there was the ocean. Most of the castle saw to a very lofty cliff. The only way to arrive there was by horse, following a very difficult road. Only a few could do the trip by foot, and those were always the kids that lived in there. Of course the men and women were riding a horse each one. Shera was walking behind them.

As she climbed Shera thought about the few hours ago. She listened the screams again in her head. She saw again the blood, the scarlet color that dyed the green hill. At least the rain would wash it. Tomorrow she would see again that hill again green, but she will be alone, for the first time in so many years. When this thought came to her mind, she started to cry. The tears obstructed her view and she fall.

“Shera! Watch your pad!” the ebony male barked at her. He never liked her. He tought that she was just another. Just another.

“Yes Master Gyles” Shego voice was sorrowful. Today she lost so many people. She only wanted to die.

“I’m very proud of you Shera” the eldest man said her in an uncared voice. Yes, he was very proud. He always was very proud of her.

“You don’t have to Lord Warwick. She is just another one” Atarah, the blonde woman said at him.

“Mi sister is right my Lord, she is only one more. Nothing special.” The blonde man, also called Stephen, commented.

“Besides, she didn’t won by her own hand. She’s not special.” The red-headed, Marlene, said. They were talking like if Shera wasn’t there, but again, she wasn’t special, she was just another one.

“But all you know I love seen a battle, and this one was one of the best I ever saw” Lord Warwick stated. Of course, he can't tell them he was proud, it was wrong.

“I’ll like if you don’t talk like if I weren’t here” Shera, also know as Shego muttered. Well, she really liked not to be in there.

“You will not be here any longer, Shera” Gyles remembered to her.

“I know, I will go to the palace and baby-sit a fucking princess” what was the propouse in been alive, if only she do it to take care of a eleven years old princess.

Marlene stopped her horse and returned to slap Shera in the face for the second time that day. “Watch your mouth, that kind of commentary can cost you your head”

“Yes Lady Marlene” she said as stroked her sore cheek “It’s better than stay with a spoiled girl” added under her breath to avoid been slapped again.

The rest of the trip was in silence. When they finally arrived to the castle’s door the sunset was lighting the valley below the castle.

“Who goes?” a man at the to of one of the towers ask to them.

“Lord Warwick”

“My Lord!” he saluted, then he turned to the castle “Open the gates”

The wooden doors opened with a crack and reveled a big open yard. In there some children were training in pairs whit swords. A gray-haired man was watching them.

“Master Arrick, you can stop now” Lord Warwick said the man.

“Lord Warwick” he bowed his head as greeting. “You can stop now kids!”

“Yes” all the children answered at one and stop fighting. Then they saw the Lord of the castle and kneeled down without saying a word.

The five riders dismounted their horses and gave them to the pages that arrived running to greeting their masters. When they were on their feet they started to walk to the castle. As Shera past master Arrick, she saw him looked at her with proud eyes.

“Go to your room, gather your things and prepare to dinner” Atarah said Shera when they enter to the main corridor.

“Yes ma’am” always following rules. That's was all her live, since she was three.

Shera did at she was said. She went to her room, there six beds were crowd, and there was only space enough to move to bed to bed. She saw at the beds, now empties and the urge to cry overwhelmed her.

“I’m so sorry” she whimpered as she hid her face in her hands. Tears began to fall and there was nobody to comfort her.

She cried while gathered her things, her things were only two white dresses, a small wineskin, a raven feather and her new weapons. She went to a near bed and looked under it. She fished a small wooden box. She opened it and saw the thing that it held. Another raven feather lied in the box. She took it an held it to her face. She kissed it.

“I promise I’ll never forget you. I promise it” she swore after the third kiss. “I promise it.” Then she put the two feathers in the box and went to take dinner.

In the night she got out of the castle with the box in hand. She ran to the north of the castle, where the cliff began. She climbed the wall that separated her to the sea with the ease of a cat. When she arrived to the top she sat down in the edge of the wall and kissed twice the box.

“I promise I’ll never forget you. And you know I never brake a promise.” Then she let the box fall to the ocean. A single tear found it way down her cheek.

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“Jaja Kim Possible, you think you will stop me!”

An hour ago Wade called Kim and Ron. Drakken was at the Space Center. He was trying to steel some chips for his lasted creation… but for the first time he was alone.

“Drakken, I always stop you, so why not surrender and avoid being kick?” The red-headed was staring at him from below, he was in a tiny ship, and in his arms he was carrying a huge box, well huge for his arms.

“You can’t stop me, neither the buffoon!”

“Is Ron Stoppable, oh, man, why nobody remember my name?” Ron mussed out loud and Rufus nod in agreement.

“Because you are not important. Now, Bebes, destroy Kim Possible!”

“Bebes? What happen to Shego?” The young male asked

“Yeah, where’s she?” It was odd to Kim. She never saw Drakken alone trying to steel stuff. Sure she saw Shego doing that alone a couple of times, but never Drakken alone. Odd, she thought.

“None of your business, now Bebes, attack her!” A good way to punish your enemies is laughing like a psychotic, just like he was doing.

The Bebes went for Kim meanwhile Ron went for Drakken and the box. After a few minutes all was over. Drakken was put in jail and the Bebes were put under custody of Vivian Porter, the head of robotics in the Middleton Space Center. But Shego never came.

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“Whadaya think, Kim?” Ron and Kim were at Bueno Nacho. They came after stop Drakken and his Bebes. Since they arrived Kim was silent, she was thinking. Ron and Rufus were, as usual, eating like two starving cows.

“Nothing…”

“Kim you’re thinking something” he said with his mouth half-full of naco.

She sighed “I… it’s just that, I was thinking in Shego. Why Drakken was alone today? I mean, he never try to conquer the world without her. I kinda miss the battle. It’s just odd.”

“That’s not odd.”

“Of course is it”

“No Kim. Odd is that.” He pointed to a window those views to Club Banana.

Kim view to the direction Ron was pointing. There, cross the mall was Shego, wearing a green-grass top and a black skirt, entering the store. “Hey! What she’s doing here?”

“Dunno, wanna go to ask? Hey, you can fight her, so, afterwards, you wouldn’t stay so depress”

“Better, lets follow her, maybe she wants to make problems in there.”

They stood and exit the restaurant. As they walk towards Club Banana, a young teenager dressed only in a white cotton dress ran cross them and burst in the store.

Kim stopped walking and grabbed him. “Ron. Do you saw what I saw?”

He saw her very confused expression, his face was matching. “You mean a very young Shego?”

“Yeah”

“I’m gonna say, yes.”

They ran to store and entered just in time to see the teenager talking to Shego. Shego was very angry and was yelling at her.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Shego demanded to know.

“Don’t wanna be alone” she not only looked like Shego, but also sounded like Shego, only a little more young.

“What the fuck? I let you alone only five fucking minutes ago!” she shouted at her “Besides, you’re a fucking warrior; you can be by yourself without to much trouble.”

“Don’t wanna be alone. Besides I don’t know what I can do here, and you know, I don’t have a blade.”

“A blade?” Ron echoed in a very puzzled voice. Kim only had time to grab him and hide behind a counter.

“Shhh. You want her to find us?” he shacked his head “then shut up and lets watch her.”

Shego glance towards their direction. She scanned the area, only to find it empty. She looked again at her young self.

“Well now that you are here, lets choose you a descent wardrobe”

“Why?”

“Because your fucking dress is pathetic”

“You’re not a beauty, you know?” see, just like Shego.

“You want my help, Shera?” Shego said the name in a very unpleasant form, her eyes narrowed. The girl also narrowed hers but only nodded. “Then shout the hell up!”

“Yes ma’am.”

They started to walk trough the corridors, stopping to saw some clothes for Shera, always green or black. The girl was bored, but she didn’t complain. Shego finished buying what she like, not bothering in asked Shera if she likes it or not, only checking if the stuff was the right sizes.

Meanwhile the hero team was watching them. Kim was thinking about the fact that Shego was selecting the clothes you like a normal person. She shocked more when she saw Shego walked towards the cashier and bought, not stole, BOUGHT the clothes.

“She’s buying?” the blond guy was puzzled, just like Kim.

“It seems. This is getting odd every minute. Why is Shego buying clothes for a teenager?”

“Dunno, but they’re leaving. We follow them?”

“Of course”

They exit Club Banana only seconds after Shego and Shera did. They follow the pair trough the mall. They saw them entering a martial art store.

“Shego?” Shera asked the green-skinned thief.

“What?” Shego was looking at the swords in the store

“Why can’t you call me Shego?” she also was trying to find a good weapon.

“Because that’s my name”

“Mine too”

“I know, but it’s strange to call somebody else by your name”

“I’m doing that”

“Let’s do this, I call you by your birth name and you call me by mine, are you okay with that?”

“Sure, but you need to tell me your name”

“Sheherazade”

“Sheherazade?” a second after the sound let her mouth, Kim cover it whit both hands. Neither Shego nor Shera heard her.

Ron gave her an amused glare. “Who’s the one that need shut up?”

Both Shera and Shego look to their direction. Kim again only had time to took him and fall to the floor before they saw them. “You” she barked to him.

“It’s long” Shera stated to the pale woman after check nobody was in the store.

“I know. Only call me Shede. That would be enough. Do you like this?” Shego took a short black-handled katana.

“Not for me.”

“What kind of weapon do you need?”

“A regular sword, I don’t know how to handle this, you what kind of weapon use?”

“Don’t use”

“You fight with you’re bare hands?”

“Of course, besides I got this” she ignited one finger and than let it die the flame a second later.

“I forgot about that. Sorry, but I can’t use this” she pointed toward the katana.

“Then find something to use, here is the only place they sell this kind of weapons.”

“Yes Shede” she purred the name, and before Shego could barked at her she ran to find a weapon.

Shego continued seeing the blades, until a surprise yelp filled the martial art store. She ran towards the noise, only to certain buffoon with a very puzzle expression.

“What the hell are you doing?” She barked at him.

“I have a better question. What she is doing?” Ron pointed towards Shera. She was kneeling with her gaze down. In front of her was Kim.

“My princess” Shera told and everybody’s mouths opened.

The road was empty. There were rocks at both sides of it. The tiny carriage was traveling very slowly. It had been a week since it started it travel. It had been a week since that awful battle, since all that death, since all the pain. It seemed that had been a year, but it only was a week. A week of pain for Shera.

By now Shera was very familiar with the unstable movement of the cart. At the beginning it was impossible to bear all that movement. The nausea mixed with the tears. At the ending of the fourth day, Shera was very ill, both physically and emotionally. By now she only was the last. She was able to recover thanks to the very kind woman sat across her. The woman came to the castle the day after the battle. She was the princess’ governess.

“Darling, are you hungry?” see? She was kind, never, not a single time in her life; Shera was called ‘darling’.

Shera only stared though the window at the rocks that they were passing. Yesterday was the day that the tears stopped falling. Her eyes were red and little dried salty-water steams cross all aver her pale cheeks. She had been crying, not sobbing or weeping very much, only tears that fell like a permanent river, in front of the woman, but she didn’t care, and the governess didn’t say much. She felt guilty and pity. The girl was so young, she thought. A lovely little girl didn’t deserve so much pain. Although the girl didn’t spoke in the whole week, she was sure Shera was very lovely, and also very kind. She cried, when it was suppose that she wouldn’t. She was lovely and kind, the governess resolved, perfect for her little Princess.

“You know darling, I’ll really like to talk with you” her voice was like a lullaby, just sweet and low. She wasn’t the typically mad governess. She was just like a lovely mother.

“What do you want to know?” Her voice was hoarse after spending the whole week crying. She never spoke before, and that impress the old woman.

“I’ll be very glad if I know your name” she was very happy to finally been able to heard the girl’s voice.

“I’m known as Shego” she said flatly. She wasn’t interested in talk to the older woman. She only wanted to return the woman the favor she gave her, namely helped her to feel better a few days ago.

“But you’re named Shera, isn’t it?” she was trying to get her comfortable. It wasn’t working.

“If you knew my name, why did you ask?” she was getting irksome.

“I also knew you don’t call yourself that way, so I only wanted to know how I’ll been calling you. I’m Countess Elizabeth, but call me Betty.”

Shera turned her face away the window to stare at the woman. Her face showing disbelief. “Why do you are this way?”

“What way?” She was stoned by the question. What did she meant?

“This way” she said with a motion of her hand “I mean, nobody call me Shego now, in there I was called Shera, no matter what. And now you are saying that you knew I hate my name, and also you’re going to call me Shego. Besides, you’re telling me call you Betty, not Elizabeth, or Miss, or Countess. Why do you do this?” Really, she was very confused. In her whole life she learned to obey the elder people, and calling them by their titles. She never met a woman that allows her to call her ‘Betty’.

“That’s simple, dear. I know you’re a good person, and I also know that you are going to take care of my darling Kim” she smiled at her “I trust you”

Shera was touched by that. She blushed a dark red and her gaze dropped. “I don’t know what to do in front of a Princess” she mumbled shyly. See? Betty wasn’t wrong; she was a very good girl. Well with only a few people, and Betty was one of them. They only talked a few minutes, but she felt good. They barely said her that she was trust, or that she was a good person. That was too much for her. She was getting soft in front of that woman, but that wasn’t matter, Betty was someone to trust, she told herself, Betty was somebody that she will be good with.

“Don’t worry, she’s a good girl too” she was starting to love that pale girl “how old are you?” she ask out of the blue “You don’t seem to old, maybe sixteen or so”

Shera blushed a little more “Nope. I’m thirteen.”

“Only thirteen?!” she took her hand over her mouth, trying to avoid a gasp pf horror let her mouth. She is too young, poor girl, done that at thirteen? Poor little girl.

“Yeah. I’m thirteen.” She looked at her whit a puzzled expression. It was bad being thirteen? she wondered.

Betty tried to look calm. She smiled at the puzzled Shego “Then is better. My Kimmie is eleven.”

“Your Kimmie?” Shera asked

“The Princess” she said and Shego nod in understanding.

They stayed in silent for the rest of the trip. Shego notice that they were entering a huge villa. There were sellers in the street. She also saw the market and the blacksmith's shop. She was impressed with all that. She never saw so many peoples in a same place. They continued trough the village. Some time later she saw the cart passing trough a big entrance and moments later the carriage stopped. They arrived to the King’s palace.

The left side door opened and a young man greeted them.

“Welcome home, my Ladies” he said as he bow his head and steeped aside to her them get out of the tiny cart.

“It’s good to be home. Come Shego, you’ll love you’re room” she started walking toward the front gate. It was an enormous wooden door.

“My room?” she asked as she ran after the oldest woman. The things were getting stranger at the moment. Betty didn’t answer her. She was busy searching for someone.

They entered a huge room dressed in white marble. Shera never saw something like that before. It was amazing. It was the dance hall.

“Your highness, Princess Kimbra” a voice echoed in the room as they walked trough it.

Suddenly a little red-headed girl ran cross the dance hall and threw herself to Betty’s arms, who was in one knee and with her arms opened. The girl started sobbing the moment the older woman embraced her.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” Betty said as she stood up gathering the girl in her arms and started rocking her while stroking her back. She was carrying the girl like a toddler. “I’m here.”

“Don’t leave me again!” the girl whined in the woman neck and started weeping louder.

“I’m here, Kimmie, I’m here.”

Shera saw the show with a mix of emotions: bit of shock, a bit of pity, a bit of guilt and a bit of embarrassment. Shock because she didn’t thought that Betty was stronger enough to carry the girl. Pity because the girl seemed to be very wounded. Guilt because she was the cause that the girl was crying that loud, she was the one that made Betty stay away the Princess for more then two weeks. And embarrassment because, well… the girl was very cute and adorable, also beautiful, and Shego blushed the moment she saw her.

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“Stop doing that!” Shego barked at Shera, who was kneeling in front of Kim in a martial arts store, at Middleton Mall. “She’s not your fucking Princess. She’s is just a stupid red-headed that has thirty seconds to explain what she is doing here.” She glared at Kim. It couldn’t be happened. First Shera came into her house in Upperton. Now Kim knew something was going on. This can’t be happen

Shego told herself, this can’t be happen.

Kim didn’t answer, she was puzzled. A girl was in front of her kneeling and claiming she was her Princess. Only Shego call her like that, but only to get her nerves. But it seemed that that girl was very serious about calling her her Princess.

“She is the one I’m looking for” Shera told the pale woman in a whisper. That was fast, she thought. She came looking for her Princess, and now there she was in front of her. That was FAST.

“No, she’s not.” Shego was becoming irksome at the moment. If Shera didn’t stand up she would going to kick her butt very hard.

“But-”

“Look, stand up and see her” Shego ordered and she stoop up. Shera saw Kim, she was older then her princess, that was sure, and also she was using a wired outfit. “See? She isn’t your princess” Shego said at Shera’s expression.

“So she isn’t her?” Shera asked her after seeing she was right.

“Nope” Finally. She understood!She grabbed the blade that Shera was holding in her left hand and started towards the cashier. It seemed that today Shego was going to buy all the stuff she need.

“Uh… Shego? What’s going on?” Kim said as ran to the other female. Ron and Shera followed “Where do you get another clone?”

“She’s not a clone. And what is going on is none of your business” She said at she purchased the black-handled blade. Then she gathered some of the bags of Club Banana Shera and she bought a while ago.

“Shego. You know I can take you to prison only to make you talk?”

“Sorry Pumpkin. You can’t” she seemed tired. She was not angry, or amused or even been naughty. She only wanted to finish what she was doing to go home and try forget about everything.

“Why not?” sure what was happening was none of her business, and she couldn’t take Shego with her for only know some stuff. But she was curious about what was going on. She followed Shego as she exited the store and started towards the car park

“Because all the warrants are expire. And I didn’t do anything to go to jail.” Why Kim needed to be there. It wasn’t fair.

“Shede” It was Shera who was talking “we both knew this was going to happen”

“I never wanted this to happen” Shego said in a low voice “I did all I could to avoid this, and you know it”

Kim looked between the other to females. She needs to be a clone, she thought. They were like twins the only difference was that Shego was taller and Shera didn’t has that greenish tone in her skin.

“You know you couldn’t escape” Shera’s voice was sorrowful ice and her eyes were fill with understood. “Neither I”

Shego signed “I know” She looked to Kim and Ron, both waiting her to been herself, namely, a bitch, and said them to get out of her way, but they were impressed when she act different. She looked at them with defeat in her eyes “You two have time for a long history?”

They nodded and the four went to sit at Bueno Nacho to hear Shego began her story.