Story: Kim's the What? (all chapters)

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.

Kim Possible beamed; today was one of those days that she will never forget for the rest of her life.

She looked at Ron in his tuxedo as she walked down the aisle in her white wedding dress. Her father was leading her while the rest of her family and guests looked on from the pews. Rufus sat with them.

The sun shone through the stained glass of the church, making Kim look even more breath-taking. Finally reaching Ron, she smiled lovingly at him as he touched her cheek gently. They said their vows and they were officially married. Everyone was happy except for an uninvited guest that was hidden behind one of the church pillars.

Kim sensed movement and turned her head. Green met green but it was as if Kim didn't see anybody there.

A few years later, Shego found herself in front of a large house. She felt herself being watched and found a blonde little girl by the door. There was something oddly familiar about her.

"Mommy!!" The girl called to someone inside the house.

Shego was shocked to see a pregnant Kim holding on to another blonde child.

"Sweetie," Kim said, looking at the little girl, "What did I say about yelling?"

"Sorry, Mommy." The girl apologized sheepishly.

"Uh, Hi. Can I help you?" Kim said, finally noticing Shego.

"Hey, Princess, long time no-see." Shego said uncertainly.

"Do I… know you?" Kim said honestly.

"Well, I—" Shego began.

"KP! I'm home!" Said a voice behind her. She turned to see Ron.

"Buffoon." She muttered quietly. Kim turned and kissed Ron in greeting.

"Excuse me for asking again but, who are you?" Kim asked as she turned to her.

"I-I…" Shego couldn't find her voice.

"Mommy, I'm hungry," said the little girl that Shego forgot about.

"Ok, honey, let's go in! Daddy brought some Bueno Nacho home!" Kim said as she took the little girl's hand and balanced the baby on her hip. Ron took the younger blonde from Kim and wrapped his free arm around Kim's waist. The family walked back inside, leaving Shego alone as if they didn't know she existed.

Everything grew dark and Shego began to run. "Kimmie!" She yelled but no one answered. She truly was alone.

Shego sat up in a cold sweat. Realizing it was all a dream, she laughed shakily as she ran a hand through her hair. "Alright, that is the last time I'm drinking day-old coco moo."

She went into the bathroom and filled a glass of water. Gulping it down, she thought about her dream a little more.

Looking at the clock, she dialed Faith's number.

"Hey," Shego greeted before Faith did.

"Shego… what up?" A wide-awake Faith said, despite the fact that it was 2 a.m. (1)

"I had a dream… well, more of a nightmare…"

"So whaddya want? I can come over and turn on your nightlight." Coming from Faith, it sounded a bit like an innuendo but Shego, like everyone else who knew Faith, was used to it.

"I'm serious here, Rogue…" Shego said exasperatedly.

"Look, all I'm saying is you really need to talk to her, a'ight? Besides, it's nothing to worry about. At least, you're not a slayer. Dreams are all sure “impending doom” warnings for us slayers, ya know? "

"Yeah, but I also know about those other dreams you get (2)." Shego joked sarcastically, talking to Faith made her feel better.

Faith chuckled. "You don't know what you're missing, Fuego."

"Whatever." A beat. "Thanks, Faith."

"No problem, but ya gonna talk to her yet?"

"Maybe."

"Man, you're hopeless, girl."

"I know…"

"Hey, now, no more of that 'woe-is me', a'ight? For a girl who can get anything she wants (3), you sure haven't figured out how to work this out."

"Fine, I'll think about it."

"Think about it!? You're action girl here! Can't you remember o'l Faith's motto?"

"'Want, take, have', right? But doy! That's your motto, not mine! "

"Well, I'm letting you borrow it!! Now, find some way to talk to your girl, ok?"

"Alright, I'll just call you tomorrow. Night, Rogue."

"Night-night, nightlight!" Faith snickered before hanging up.

Shego tried to go back to sleep and when she finally did, it was a dreamless but restless sleep.

A few weeks later...

Kim Possible beamed, today was one of those days that she will never forget for the rest of her life.

Ok, maybe that was exaggerating but she felt pretty good as she walked out at the end of one of her classes. G.J. just offered her a position, that hottie in her class was checking her out, a secret admirer has been leaving jasmine on her window sill in the morning for the past couple of weeks (it was a little creepy since she could never sense whoever it was who leaves them but somewhat sweet), and she aced the midterm. Yep, things definitely couldn't get any better.

Just then, a familiar ringtone disturbed her thoughts. Smiling, she turned on her Kimmunicator, "Hey, Ron."

"Yo, KP! How ya doing?" greeted the clumsy blonde sidekick, Ron.

"Just spankin'! Passed my midterm and G.J. offered me a position!" Kim replied enthusiastically, "Uh, where's Rufus?"

"Right here!" squeaked something small and pink on Ron's shoulder.

"Hi, Rufus! So what are you guys up to?"

"Well, sensei is done teaching for the day so we'll probably just chillax," Ron explained.

"I see… hiding from Yori again, huh?" Kim teased.

"Yori? Gah! WHERE!?" Kim saw Ron panic through the small screen of the Kimmunicator.

"She's not there. But you do realize that she's a ninja, right? She's trained in the arts of espionage, scouting, sabotage, and assassination. "

"Ron-san!" came Yori's voice, as if on cue.

"Uh, KP, I gotta go!"

"Alright, Ron, go handle your girlfriend. Guess I'll talk to you later." Kim smiled and walked back to her apartment down in Boston. She didn't notice a pair of intrigued green eyes.

The past couple of years have been great for Kim. Granted, she didn't have to go on as many missions as she would like but it left her time to do things like study for her exams and meet up with friends. Harvard had been pretty tough to get into but since she was smart, her parents had the money (4), and her influence from her world-saving gig helped a little. Still, there were times when she wanted more.

Speaking of saving the world, she was lucky to be called at least once a month or two ever since the villains called it quits with the "taking over the world" schemes. Drakken set up a company that sells plants and flowers, Dementor had (tried) to sell his own line of women's dresses, and DNAmy still works with Cuddle Buddies though she now just designs new ones. Other ex-villains just receded into quiet lives after they served their sentences — most of which weren't very long because Jack Hench had very good lawyers that he rented out to the others. All of the villains were accounted for, except for one: Shego.

Kim thought about Shego sometimes. It puzzled her that the thief disappeared soon after they all team up together to save the world. She had half-hoped that Shego would return to becoming a hero but alas, that wasn't the case. Now, who knows where she is.

Kim sighed as she turned the keys to the door of her studio apartment. Inside, photos were scattered on her coffee table and on her bed. A few open books here and there also decorated the place.

She dropped her books on the floor and quickly ran to the shower. Dressed in her pajamas, she plopped down on the bed. She leaned over her nightstand to retrieve the jasmine flowers she replaced there that morning after she found the flowers on her windowsill.

"Home sweet home," she whispered contently as she twirled a flower between her fingers.

At Faith's House…

Buffy straddled Faith's lap as they kissed heatedly. Just as Faith was about to slip her hand up Buffy's shirt, they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Baby, I think Shego's back…" Buffy whispered as she pulled away from the kiss and placed her forehead on Faith's.

"I'm bettin' ya five bucks that she still didn't talk to her." Faith sighed and finally pulled away completely so they could stand.

"Fai, you weren't any different than her when this all started," Buffy gently reminded, "She probably just needs a little more time and I think our support helps a lot."

"Yeah, it's just that this is so perfect," she indicated by taking Buffy's hand in hers, "I just want her to have a little, yunno… happiness."

"Faith, you're so sweet," Buffy cooed, "You're making me hot."

The Dark Slayer gave her a dimpled smile. "You're always wicked hot to me, B."

She was about to lean in to kiss Buffy again when the person at the door knocked louder.

"STOP MAKING LIKE RABBITS AND LET ME IN!" Shego yelled.

Faith snickered as Buffy giggled. They both went to the door as Faith opened it.

"Snuggle-bunny!" Buffy latched herself on the new arrival, squeezing her into a hug.

"Hey, Hunny-bunny!" Shego squeezed Buffy back, carrying her cradle-style. (5)

Faith gave a sound of mock indignation, "B! You slut!"

"What?" Buffy smiled, snuggling closer to Shego, "She's smokin' hot."

"I still have wicked skills!" Faith huffed.

"You're just jealous." Shego smirked, "If you want, we can still call you 'Cuddle-bunny'!"

"Like hell you will." Faith protested vehemently.

"Suit yourself." Shego shrugged. She walked over to the sofa, Buffy still in her arms, and sat down.

"Any room for another slayer?" Faith asked. Shego adjusted their positions to let Faith sit next to them on the couch.

"How did it go?" Buffy asked as she placed her head on Shego's shoulder.

"Same as yesterday." She replied, withholding an important piece of information that she heard Kim say earlier that day.

"Listen, I'm going to stay longer… Faith, would you mind checking me in at the nearest hotel?" Shego said, turning her head to look at Faith.

"What? No! You're staying here with us, we've got a spare room!" Faith objected.

"Yeah, Snuggle-bunny, we like you staying here," Buffy implored, " Besides, you've already stayed for a couple of weeks so why not just stay with us longer?"

"Well, Hunny-bunny," Shego said, looking at buffy, "I can't sleep when you and Faith come back from patrol rutting like animals in heat."

Buffy replied with a blush while Faith smirked cockily.

"Ain't nothin' wrong with some good lovin', 'Snuggle-bunny'." Faith declared proudly.

"Must not be good enough if your girlfriend is on my lap, 'Cuddle-bunny.'" Shego retorted.

Shego and Buffy bursted out laughing at the look on Faith's face.

Buffy was clearing the dishes in the kitchen as Faith and Shego talked on the couch. They had just finished dinner.

"So why are you staying longer?" Faith asked.

"You don't want me here?" Shego joked, "I guess I want to learn a few new things –to expand my horizons… and… and I just need… more time."

"I still can't believe that you haven't talked to her yet!" Faith explained exasperatedly, "It's not gonna kill you to just ask her out!"

"You say it as if it was that easy!" Shego replied, "If I recall correctly, you weren't so enthusiastic about asking Buffy out!"

"I thought she hated my guts! And I wouldn't blame her if she did!" Faith countered, "But, ya gotta admit… it still turned out for the better, like you said it would. You're the one who helped me out back then on what to do… How come you can't take your own advice?"

"Giving advice and taking it are two different things."

"I say, to just make things easier, just slip her some Eve and let the love drug do its thing."

"Yeah! I should add in some Adam too just to fry her brain faster! (6)" Shego replied sarcastically, "Oh wait, I could just use my plasma to do that!"

"Well, it worked on Buffy." Faith shrugged.

"Hey!!" Buffy protested from the kitchen, "Are you calling me stupid?"

"Sorry, Hunny-bunny but sometimes you really fit the whole 'blonde' profile." Shego cracked a smile and half-heartedly apologized.

Buffy stomped into the living room and pouted.

"Aww, come on, B. You know we're just messin' with ya." Faith said as she took Buffy in her arms, "Shego just isn't convinced that you fell for my charms and goodies." She grinned.

The blonde Slayer did not look convinced.

"Anyway," Shego said, trying to steer to a different topic, "Did you call in my reservations?"

"OH! Yeah, I did," Faith grinned mischievously, "It's under the name of 'Clara Phil.'"

"That's so funny I forgot to laugh." was the green tinted villainess's deadpan reply.

"I know, right? Well, if you're all set, I could walk you there right now." Faith stood up, "It's only a couple of blocks from here so you can hang with us any time."

When they finally made it out the door, Buffy called to Shego, "I'm not Andrew -cause that would be wrong is so may levels- and it's probably weird that I'm going to say this but, in the great words of Jedi Master Yoda: Do or do not, there is no try!"

Faith laughed as she leaned in to kiss the babbling blonde goodbye. "Definitely weird, B."

Shego hugged Buffy and whispered, "Thanks."

The next day…

Kim woke up bright and early. As a ritual that she's begun for the past couple of weeks, she checked the window. Sure enough, there sat a white jasmine flower. She briefly wondered why her secret admirer hasn't stepped forward yet but she supposed that the person was just shy or something.

Still, she was curious, what did the jasmine flowers symbolize? Of all the flowers her admirer could have left her, why pick a jasmine? They had to mean something, right? She was pretty sure they didn't usually grow here in Boston but perhaps one could access them from the local flower shop.

With that thought, she realized that maybe she could find out the identity of her secret admirer… Or at least try to before she went to class that afternoon.

"Hey Wade," the once teen-hero greeted her genius friend, "I need a favor."

"Sure, Kim!" the now-teenage genius replied, "I've been getting bored lately –yunno, because we don't get as many calls on you website anymore."

"Tell me about it!" Kim stated, "Actually, this sitch is pretty simple, can you find me all the flower shops that sell jasmine flowers? Please and thank you!"

"Jasmine flowers?" Wade asked, "What for?"

"I dunno, just curious I guess."

Wade looked at her skeptically but typed away at his machines. "Alright," he replied, "There are a few shops near your block that sell them."

"Ok… um, can you check their sales records to see if anybody's been buying jasmine everyday – every morning to be exact?"

Kim watched as Wade typed a few more things on his computers.

"It doesn't really say anything about jasmines, Kim," he said apologetically, "But one flower shop seems to need to restock them more often than the other ones."

"That could be a clue! Can you give me the address, Wade?"

As Wade gave her the necessary information, Kim thanked him. "Thanks, Wade! You rock!"

The genius beamed.

Kim looked at the address and realized that it was a flower shop she passed by on her daily walk to her university in Cambridge. More curious and excited than ever, she nearly ran the rest of the way.

She stopped in front of the flower shop. "'Dr. D's Not Evil Flower Shop,'" she read with a quirked eyebrow, "Oook. Guess I should see what Dr. Drakken's done with his business while I'm at it."

As she entered, the bell on the door ringed. Oddly, however, there was nobody there.

"Hello? Is anybody here?" she called out.

Looking around, she noticed the door to the back room. "Employees Only," the sign read.

I'll just check, just in case something's going on, she told herself.

Pushing open the door, she saw the back of a woman, though it was obvious even from that angle that the woman was locked lips with the unseen person in front of her.

She gasped in surprised. "I-I'm sorry," Kim began to apologize until she saw the woman's face.

"MONIQUE!" Kim shouted in shock, "What are you doing here?"

"Kim!" Monique gasped. Kim saw the face of the person she was previously kissing.

"BONNIE!? WHAT THE-!?" The look on Kim's face would have been funny if Monique wasn't busy panicking and Bonnie wasn't busy glaring.

"Kim, let me explain…" Monique began, "This is so not the drama!"

Kim began to hyperventilate. Bonnie stepped up and shook her, "Possible! Snap out of it!"

Kim looked at her and tried to regulate her breathing. "This is so the drama! Please, somebody just explain."

Monique looked at Bonnie while the brunette nodded in response. The chocolate colored woman pulled Kim aside. "Kim, I've been dating Bonnie."

"But-when-how-and most importantly, WHY?" the redhead asked, desperate for answers.

"Girlfriend, you know how I have all the bad luck with boyfriends? Well, Bonnie did too. We didn't really keep in contact, 'cause we both know that I wasn't that close to her when we were in high school but we met up at a business convention a few months ago. We talked a little. And one thing led to another and we saw each other more and more. " Monique didn't meet her eyes.

"Oh, Mon, why didn't you tell me? Heck, I didn't even know you were here in Boston! You could have at least called!" Kim stated, a little hurt.

"I told Ron and he majorly freaked. It took him two hours to process that I was dating a girl, and then it took him another two hours to process that I am dating Bonnie. Not a negative freak out, but you know how he is… a little slow. He told me not to tell you… and I was worried about what you'd say," Monique confessed, "I'm here for a Club Banana meeting with a designer and Bonnie's here to check on the store. We decided to go together. I couldn't call you 'cause that would mean having to explain the sitch."

Kim just looked at her. "Monique! How could you!" Her statement made Monique worry, "What gave you the idea that you can't talk to me about this sitch! You know you can talk to me about anything! Ok, granted that I'm still a little perturbed that it's Bonnie –but if you're happy, then I'm happy."

"Well, Kim… with Ron and all… I-I'm sorry." Monique apologized lamely as Kim hugged her.

"Alright, are you two done yet? I'd like my girlfriend back, Possible." Bonnie interrupted. "Come, here, honey," she gestured sweetly to Monique. She kissed her softly on the lips before holding her protectively.

"Just so you know, Possible: blessings or not, she'll still be my girlfriend." Bonnie said, pulling her closer.

"Bon-bon, please be nice to Kim," Monique requested, though she was secretly giddy that her girlfriend was showering her the attention.

Kim nodded blankly to Bonnie's statement.

"So, Kim, what are you here for, really?" Bonnie asked.

Waking from her stupor, Kim looked at her. "I was looking for somebody to ask about a customer but I couldn't find any employees when I came in."

"I sent the employees on a week's vacation but I could probably answer your question."

"You work here?" Kim asked.

"In this store? No, not exactly. I do work for Dr. Drakken, though. My job requirements include visiting the company's different outlets all over the country to check if everybody's doing what they're supposed to. He hired me 'cause he said I reminded him of his old sidekick(7). What's her name? 'Ergo'?" Bonnie said sardonically.

"It's 'Shego.'" Kim corrected her absently. Kim had to somewhat agree with Drakken's twisted comparison since Bonnie and Shego seem to both be snarky and demeaning towards others; although, in the red head's opinion, she'd rather face Shego than Bonnie any day.

"Anyway, what was your question?" she ignored Kim's correction.

"Has anybody been buying jasmine flowers everyday for the past couple of weeks?" The redhead eagerly asked.

"Yes, actually… gets it every morning, right?" Bonnie asked.

Kim nodded in confirmation. "Can I know who it is?"

"No." was the instant reply.

"Why not?"

"The customer asked for confidentiality."

"Please?" Kim began to use her ever-famous puppy-dog pout.

Bonnie turned away just in time. Monique, however, did not.

"Boo, why don't we –"

"No, Moni!" Bonnie interrupted her, "If we tell her then we're toast." Literally, she silently added.

"Oh! Come on, Bonnie! Please… Whatever it was I did in high school, I'm sorry! Just tell me who it is!" Kim idly wondered why she was being so desperate.

"No, Kim. I am not getting in trouble for this. Now, if you don't need anything else, I want some alone time with Monique." Bonnie said shooing her away.

"Sorry, Kim!" Monique said, "Maybe we can invite you to dinner sometime instead before we leave for another state?"

Kim sighed, "That would be spankin', Mon. I guess I should go… leave you two alone. Bye."

After Kim left, Bonnie turned to Monique who was still in her arms. "Those flowers were for her? Why am I not surprised?" Bonnie stated dryly.

"I'm not, really either." Monique said. "I knew I could spot TL miles away(8)."

"Sure you do, which was exactly why you ran from me the first time." Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"I had something in my eye then." Monique laughed. She stopped suddenly. "So do you think Kim's…"

"Kim's what?"

"You know... "

"Yeah, maybe. But, Possible is such a straightedge so it might take a while."

"Oh, I don't know about that, boo." Monique smiled suggestively. “'Anythings Possible for a Possible,' after all.”

"Just shut up and kiss me again."

Kim dragged her feet all the way to her campus. She had stopped by a sub shop on to eat a late breakfast and an early lunch. A few blocks into Harvard Yard, she then realized that she forgot to ask Bonnie if she knew what jasmine flowers stood for. This realization made her even more depressed. Nearing the Carpenter Center, she heard someone call her name.

"KIM!!" a bespectacled Asian girl yelled, running up to catch up to her. She looked sane enough to an outsider's point of view but Kim knew better. Kim met her during her freshman year at Harvard and they became fast friends. She had the tendency to be reckless and was a little weird at times, but Kim enjoyed her company.

As proof of Newton's first law, Alice almost tackled Kim to the ground. They had to stop and rearrange themselves.

"Hey, Alice." Kim greeted her glumly.

"Aw. Who stole your happy rainbow marshmallow cereal today, Kim?" Alice sincerely asked her, in her odd way.

"Well, I've been trying to figure out who my secret admirer was but I've hit a dead end," Kim said, "I don't even know why I'm so upset over it."

"What exactly was your lead?" Alice queried.

"I've found the flower shop that sold them to whomever it was that left me those flowers," Kim said, "But they couldn't tell me who bought them. They said something about the person not wanting to be known." Kim also told her about the sitch between her best friend, Monique, and her high school rival, Bonnie.

"Well, at least you didn't freak out," Alice said uncertainly, "Guess I should come clean as well…"

"What!? Not you, too!?"

Alice nodded sheepishly.

"You'd think that being an art major in college, you'd get used to these things." Kim groaned; half to Alice, half to herself.

"It's a little weird, I guess," Alice began to explain, "I mean, it all started out with a little experimenting and then I realized I liked women. Just like that. Hit me like a ton of bricks."

"So, are you seeing anybody?" Kim asked.

"Why… Ms. Possible, are you offering?" Alice teased, getting into Kim's space.

"Um! N-no!" Kim blushed, slightly moving away.

When Alice didn't say anything in reply, Kim continued to stutter, "Uh! It's not that I don't like you or anything. I like you a lot! I mean, you're pretty and all b-but I just d-don't l-like you t-that way."

Alice giggled. "Kim, you are just too cute sometimes." Kim blushed even further. "I was just pulling your leg."

To spare the redhead further embarrassment, she continued, "About your earlier question: No, I haven't been seeing anybody. I don't know how to explain it but I have this feeling that I'll know when I find the perfect girl… so I'm saving myself for her."

Kim smiled. Alice could be so endearing sometimes.

"Anyway, going back on the original topic, I'm gonna have to figure out what jasmine flowers mean..." Kim said.

"Jasmines? Huh…" Alice had a thoughtful look on her face.

"What?" Kim asked.

"Well, in Southern parts of Asia, women wear them in their hair. Many countries have them as national flowers." Alice began, "In the Philippines, they use jasmine garlands to adorn religious figures, and in Thailand, jasmine flowers symbolize 'mother'."

Kim crinkled her nose, "That's kind of creepy."

Alice laughed and continued, "It is, I believe, the Hindu symbol of love. I think they also use it to honor Vishnu, Hinduism's Ultimate Being. In China and Indonesia, they use them at weddings. To the Chinese, jasmines mean feminine sweetness, elegance, happiness, and beauty, as well as deep affection. Oh and they use them in teas, as well; my favorite, actually." (9)

"Uh, since when did you know so much about jasmines?" Kim laughed.

"Selective memory," Alice sighed, "I read a lot but it's things that I don't need for class that stick."

Kim nodded. "I guess this means that I either have a really obsessive stalker, or my secret admirer really is just romantic. " Alice had to agree.

Suddenly, Kim's watch beeped, warning them that class will be starting soon.

"Let's head down." Alice suggested.

As they passed through the crowd to get to the Carpenter Center's entrance, Kim stopped suddenly. She quickly scanned the crowd again. Someone caught her eye. She was about to run for a closer inspection, she felt a tug on her wrist.

"Kim?" Alice looked at her, "Class is starting in five minutes, where do you think you're going?"

"I--" Kim stopped and looked for the familiar figure she thought she saw.

Not finding what she was looking for, she shook her head and turned her attention to Alice. "I thought I saw someone but... never mind. Let's go."

Kim walked to and from school every day as a routine. However, when she got back to her apartment in Boston that night, something was definitely different.

The window next to her bed seemed to be opened. Preparing herself to fight off any possible intruders, she quickly flicked the lights on.

"Shego!" She gasped.

The green-skinned villainess sat on Kim's bed as if it was the most normal thing in the world, she smiled devilishly at the shell shocked redhead.

"Princess," She purred.

Kim promptly fainted, her body just had too many ups and downs today. (10)

Shego acted quickly and caught her princess before the unconscious girl hit the floor. She carried her bridal-style to the large bed and placed her down softly. After adjusting the blankets and pillows to make Kim more comfortable, Shego finally had the chance to look at Kim closer than she’s ever had since the two years of her disappearance in the redhead’s life.

Beautiful, Shego thought. She had forgotten just how enchanted she was with the great Kim Possible, and she thought, too, that the former teen-hero had matured nicely. Very nicely.

Forgetting the fact that she was risking of waking the slumbering girl, Shego nuzzled Kim’s lustrous auburn locks, inhaling the smell of Kim’s shampoo mixed her natural scent. She pulled away slightly and sighed.

“I’ve missed you so much, Kimmie.” Shego whispered almost silently against Kim’s cheek, “So much.”

She knew that she shouldn’t, and that she was cheating, but she couldn’t help herself. And after all, she was a thief and it was her job to steal things.

Gently, she leaned further and stole a lingering kiss from her princess’s lips.

Kim felt something gentle and soft touch her lips, and it filled her body with a comforting warmth. Stirring slightly, she opened her eyes and sat up from her impromptu nap. She gasped in surprise when she saw her intruder sitting cross-legged on a chair at the foot of her bed.

“Shego!” She said as she pulled the blankets to her chest.

“Hi, Kimmie,” Shego said cockily, “Had a good nap?”

“What are you doing here?” Kim said defensively.

“Why, Cupcake, I’m hurt,” Shego pouted mockingly, “No, ‘I missed you, Shego’, at all?”

“I’m calling G.J.” She said as she dropped her blanket and reached for the Kimmunicator in her pocket.

Shego clicked her tounge, “That a way to treat a guest, Pumkin? Your mommy would be disappointed at your manners, little girl.”

“DON’T CALL ME A LITTLE GIRL!! (11) You broke into my apartment! You’re hardly a guest! “Kim yelled, “And I’m still calling G.J.”

“What for, Princess? Are you planning to turn me in?” Shego smiled evilly, “I think you’ll find that they haven’t even heard of me.”

“Yeah, right.” Kim scoffed and looked at the Kimmunicator’s screen.

When Betty Director’s face came up, Kim began talking, “Dr. Director, I have high-profile criminal in my apartment that I need to turn in.”

Betty looked slightly irritated, “Ms. Possible, all high-profile criminals have been accounted for during the last six months — what you are saying is not possible.”

“But Dr. Director, it’s Shego! She’s in my apartment here in Boston!” Kim said.

“Ms. Possible, are you under the influence of drugs?” The one-eyed woman asked.

“No! Look, I’ll prove it to you!” Kim turned the Kimmunicator towards an amused Shego. Shego only smirked and waved to head of the international espionage organization.

Kim turned the Kimmunicator back to herself. Betty sighed exasperatedly, “Look, Kim. She looks familiar but I assure you that she is not a wanted criminal. Now, I have some important business to attend to.”

“Betty boop!” Somebody said in the background behind Betty. As Dr. Director turned, the screen turned slightly as well, giving Kim an eyeful of a woman –who had a striking resemblance to a Dr. Vivian Porter— wearing racy lacy underwear.

“Oh sh—” was all Kim heard from the eye-patched woman before Dr. Director’s communication device dropped to the ground and the connection was lost.

“Dr. Director? Dr. Director??” Kim called, but she knew she was already disconnected. “This is just great.”

I wonder what Dr. Porter was doing with Dr. Director. They couldn’t be… could they?, Kim thought, NO WAY! Those two? What is going on?? Did I wake up in the wrong side of the bed today? What is with all these lesbians?? Is this another take-over-the-world scheme?? Is that why Shego’s here? Dr. Drakken must have managed to change the moodulator into some of gay converter? What would it be called? A “gaydar”? I’ve got to stop this!! What if I’m already affected? But how? And… what if this is all just a coincidence? What do I do?

“Believe me now, Princess?” Shego said, interrupting Kim’s inner monologue. Kim looked at her.

“No! You must have done something! It’s the mind control chip or the moodulator, isn’t it?” Kim looked at her wildly.

“Whoa, calm down there, Cupcake. I didn’t use any devices. A friend erased my records for me.” Shego explained.

“That’s impossible! And how come Dr. Director didn’t recognize you?!” Kim pointed a finger.

“Kimmie, let’s just say that it’s ‘magic’ and leave it at that, huh?” Shego grinned. Kim looked so adorable when she was confused.

“No! I’m calling Wade!” The panicked girl said, pressing buttons on her device.

“Hey, Kim,” Wade said, “That’s the second time you called today, something wrong?”

“Yes! There is something wrong! Wade, can you pull up criminal information on Shego? Please!” Kim begged.

The young genius typed away. He told Kim that there were no criminal records to be found on Shego – not even a parking ticket.

“But-but… Wade, check to see if there are any odd transmissions coming from ANYWHERE!” Kim said, she was very very confused now but she was still trying to see if her “gaydar” theory was right.

“Nothing out of the ordinary, Kim.” Wade informed.

Kim sighed in defeat. “Thanks, Wade.”

Wade bid her a worried good-bye and screen on the Kimmunicator dimmed.

“Alright, I give,” Kim said, “What are you doing here?”

Shego’s grin widened. “So you finally believe me now, Kimmie?”

Kim rolled her eyes and reluctantly nodded her head.

“Good,” Shego said, getting up from her seat to open a window. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow night at seven so we can talk.”

Shego winked before she stepped out the window, “Wear something nice.” And with that, the thief disappeared into the night.

What. The. Heck. Kim blinked. Did she just ask me out?

Trying not to process the situation, Kim dropped back unto her pillows. Lesbians are taking over the world, she thought exhaustedly.

Still, for one reason or another, she fell asleep with a smile on her face.