The Past Remembered


By The Spooky Mulder

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible.

After a long moment of staring at each other, Shego and Drakken turned their attention back to Kim. Drakken –no, Drew –frowned. "What exactly is wrong with her?" he asked. Stephanie shrugged. "Do I look like a doctor? Dawn just said that she has a fever." Drew's frown turned into a grin. "You may not be a doctor," he said pointedly. He walked back to the side of Kim's bed and put his hand to her forehead.

"Uh, Drew…you're wearing a glove," Stephanie pointed out, not without some amusement. "Oh, yes. Heh…" Drew looked sheepish. He was about to pull the glove off when he had an epiphany. Perhaps Kim wasn't sick at all. Just maybe…

He turned and stared calculatingly at his daughter. "You can stop pretending," he said finally. Stephanie raised her eyebrows. "Pretending?"

Drew shushed her with a motion of his hand. "Kim? I'm serious. I've used the penny trick too often to be fooled."

Kim groaned. "It worked, didn't it?" she said, no trace of fever in her voice. "You were faking!" Stephanie exclaimed, her hands moving automatically to her hips. "You conniving little trickster!" Kim merely shrugged. "I had to do something. You were being WAY too stubborn about telling Dad the truth."

"She has a point, you know," Drew said tentatively, not wanting to be on the receiving end of Stephanie's wrath. She shot him a death glare. "Not a word. Kim, even though your trickery worked extremely well, and in my favor, you shouldn't –oh, forget it. I would have done the same thing."

Kim got a triumphant look on her face. "Someone should go tell the worrywarts down stairs that Kim is okay," Drew suggested. Stephanie, seeing an excellent opportunity for Kim and Drew to "connect", immediately offered to go.

After Stephanie left, there was silence in the room. Drew, while having his entire memory back, wasn't exactly sure what to say to his high school daughter that he hadn't seen (technically) since she was one. He finally settled on something short and simple. "Thank you."

Kim smiled, not un-ironically. "It's no big."

Two weeks later….

"Kim! If you're late for school I'll make you clean the ENTIRE house!" Stephanie yelled from the living room. Kim had decided to move in with her real parents, but not without some "conditions". They had bought a house on the same street as the Possibles, and Kim had promised to visit the people that had raised her often. And, as a special gift to Kim, James had reverted her hair to its natural color- jet black. Everyone had been surprised to say the least, but Kim rather liked how it looked. So did Ron, as a matter of fact. He had finally bucked up and asked her out. All Kim had said was, "It's about time, you dork."

Dear Diary,

After all the recent drama that is my life, I'm happy to say that I'm…happy. I finally have some peace in life (except for a few villains here and there- Monkey Fist especially), and Dad has finally stopped trying to take over the world. The man-formerly-known-as-Dad offered him a job, and Dad accepted. It still feels slightly weird to look at Drakken and Shego and think "mom" and "dad", but it also feels right. And my new (yet old at the same time) hair totally rocks! Monique almost had a fit when she saw me. With my hair back to its natural color I almost look exactly like Mom.

I have to warn you, though. Just because they've left their life of villainy, that doesn't mean that there aren't any adventures involving my parents. Just the other day Dad accidentally made the lawn mower attack us. Heh. I guess old habits (or clumsiness) die hard.

Oh, and I still save the world. It's no big.

A/N: So, there's the epilogue. That's it. The end of "A Terrible Secret" and "The Past Remembered". For now, there won't be any more to this, but maybe one day I'll make another installment about the adventures and havoc that happen when Kim lives with Drakken and Shego. Excuse me, Drew and Stephanie. :)

By the way…I didn't get very many reviews for chapter eight! Please indulge my addiction to reviews!

Until I write again,

The Spooky Mulder