Chapter Three: The Butthole Surfers, "Avalanche"

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iSome will die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes

Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes

Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain

That is pouring like an avalanche

Coming down the mountain./i

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"Soo... college." Shego drawled out after her tears of laughter died down. "I didn't go."



"Um, doesn't really surprise me." Kim countered.

"Look, Kimmy, you're a straight-A-cheerleading-freak-fighting-teenage-hero."

"Not superhero?" Kim interrupted, arching an eyebrow.

Shego smirked and arched her own eyebrow. "Don't push your luck. Anyway, you can pretty much get into whatever college you want. And you've got your extracurricular in the bag. What's the big problem?"

Heaving a sigh, Kim stared down at her hands and picked at her cracking nail polish. "I don't know if I even want to go."

"I didn't go."

"You already said that." Kim looked up and gave scanned Shego with interest.

Shego watched Kim with amusement. "What? Did I spill something on myself, or does the famous Kim Possible have a thing for leather?"

"So not. And wait, leather? I always thought it was vinyl."

"Yeah, right. Vinyl doesn't breathe. With my high action lifestyle, you'd smell me coming a mile away." Shego grinned as Kim wrinkled her nose. "So spill. What's with the once-over? You haven't sized me up enough in all our ill-fated encounters?"

"I never really *looked*." Kim explained, biting her lip. "You can't be that much older than me." It was partially a question, and Shego got the hint.

"I'm 21."

"Did you graduate high school?"

"Nah, got a GED a couple years back, though."

"Why'd you become a villain?"

"What's with the third degree?" Shego shot back. Kim sighed.

"It's not third-degree. I'm just... curious." She finished lamely.

Shego gave Kim an intense look, one that left Kim squirming in her side of the booth. Apparently seeing sincerity, she nodded. "Maybe I'll tell you someday. Not now."

Kim bit her lip, stamping down her curiosity for now. Shego was allowed to have her secrets, just like Kim had hers. Nodding, Kim finally replied, "I respect that."

Shego looked genuinely impressed. Kim felt a brief surge of pride in apparently doing something right, then paused. Since when did it matter if she earned points with Shego?

Shego, unaware of Kim's sudden internal conflict, stretched and yawned, pushing out her cleavage instinctively. Kim was immediately jerked out of her musings.

'You *did not* just look at her chest!'

Shego crowed with laughter. "You *so* just looked at my chest!"

"Dammit!" Kim accidentally exclaimed, causing Shego to laugh even harder.

"So maybe Kim Possible *does* have a thing for leather. Or at least, what's beneath it." Shego's smirk was both charming and irritating, and Kim fought the urge to let loose a scathing insult. Instead, she took a deep breath and sighed.

"Shut up, Shego."

Amazingly, she did, though her wicked smirk still remained. The silence lasted only a few minutes, though, before one of Shego's smart-ass remarks burst through. "Hey babe, don't ask don't tell, as far as I'm concerned."

"Shut. Up."

"I mean, I couldn't blame you for checking *this* out." Shego arched her back and threw out her chest again, while Kim tried to desperately look away.

"You only wish!" Kim managed to stammer. This whole being flirted with by an arch foe thing was new to her.

Shego licked her lips and gave a lecherous grin. "Any time, any place baby." She was about to expand on that proposition when a loud beeping went off. "Kimmunicator?" She enquired, feeling slightly irritated at the interruption.

"Pager." Kim replied, taking out the little thing and staring at it intently, before sighing. "I have to go. Mom and Dad are going out for supper, and Jim and Tim need a sitter." Kim paused. This was the most fun she'd had for a long time. And Shego was actually pretty decent, when not being all evil and stuff.

"Meet me here on Friday?" Kim blurted out.

Shego blinked. "For sex?"

"No!" Kim exclaimed. "Just to, you know, hang out?" 'Why did I even ask?' She lamented, cursing herself inwardly.

Shego met Kim's eyes with a look that meant business. "Is this some kind of a setup? Are you just stringing me along for some shit reason?"

"No, I'm not stringing you along. And it's not a setup."

"Then why would you want to spend time with me?"

Kim bit her lip. Why did she want to spend time with Shego? Why was she having such a good time here, being flirted with and teased by her arch-foe? It suddenly hit her, and was leaving her lips before she could analyze it.

"Because I'm like you, and you're like me. Because you understand." Kim's eyes widened as she said it, and she slumped into the cherry colored seat. Shego was surveying her with amazement, before all of the sudden letting loose a bark of laughter.

"Kim," Shego began, grabbing Kim's hand with her own. "Did it really take you this long to figure that out?" Releasing her palm delicately, she gave Kim a simple half-smile. "Meet me here at closing. Don't be late." And then she was gone, through the glass doors of the crappy fast food restaurant and out of Kim's life for now.

'Shego,' Kim reflected, 'Is like an avalanche. Stunning, wicked, deadly, and utterly beautiful.'

She blinked.

'Okay, we're going home. We're going to go stare at the sexy males in the Middleton Mall Hardware catalogue, and we're definitely not going to think about Shego anymore tonight.' Kim told herself firmly, before heading home herself.

Shego watched Kim leave from her perch on top of Bueno Nacho.

Something about the little cheerleader had gotten under her skin. Shego blinked thoughtfully and pressed her fingertips to her cheeks.

She couldn't remember the last time she smiled so much.