Disclaimer: "Kim Possible" belongs to Disney that includes all the characters related to the show and so on and so forth.
Rating: M because I don't like dealing with ratings and I'm sure this story will rate an M eventually.
Pairing: I'll never tell?
Summary: Kim stumbles out of a bar straight into a new life right when she couldn't stand living her old one anymore.
They stood looking at each other, almost like they had never seen each other before. They suddenly forgot their own names, forgot about the people that meant so much to them and to the successful continuation of the lives they had built up. They forgot about the hours they spent fighting and the days they spent dreading the next time they would be forced to play the game that was their own creation.
From this moment, they were no longer a hero and no longer a villain. From this moment, they had become something else entirely, they had matured and evolved past the self-restraint that kept their lives apart. So, from this moment they were starting all over again. It had been forced upon them, and no amount of planning could change it now.
It had all started out simple enough. In an act as cliché as pointing out a cliché, it begin in a dark alley on a full moon in the depths of a star filled night. The superstitious would say that it was inevitable since all the signs for the extraordinary were present and the cynics would even concede that perhaps Kim Possible should have damn well known better.
Another mission had ended and the hero had come out victorious, again. She had botched another evil-doers nefarious plans and so on and so forth...all hail the great Kim Possible. She had never quite imagined that life full of adventure would become so damn boring. Facing almost certain death day in and day out was mundane.
Perhaps, that was why she had begun to frequent some of the most dangerous places in the dirty underground of humanity. She went to the places that still understood the meaning of good old fashioned brutality and life fulfilling chaos. She went to the places that no one would dare even joke about her going to. She walked through the doors like she belonged, and no one concerned themselves with her presence. None of the other patrons tried to bring up their personal grudges with her heroism, or tried to voice their contentions with her showing up to their refuge.
If Kim Possible wanted to escape her life by having a few drinks in a bar then who were they to protest. Everyone there mostly wanted a drink and an escape from life as they knew it. Many people had walked through the doors Kim walked through looking perhaps to somehow stop tomorrow from ever happening. No one had quite been successful at that yet, but a lot just kept on trying one drink at a time.
It had been six months to the day since Kim had started going to this particular bar, with it's dark lighting, peeling wallpaper, and dull mahogany wood. It was her twenty-second birthday and she had been called away from her party so that she could save the world. Her party was still waiting for her glorious return and she had decided she rather go out and have some alcohol instead. She wouldn't drink enough to get drunk; she just wanted to drink enough to help her get through the rest of a party she had begged her family and friends to bypass.
She had her drinks, thanked her bartender and then threw a full bills on the table. She got up from her seat on the deceptively comfortable barstool and then walked out of the place smelling like smoke, liquor, and vomit. She looked up at the sky, silently noticing the full moon and then blindly chose a direction in which to walk.
She stumbled once, but quickly found her balance again. She kept on walking unafraid of her surroundings, knowing full well that she was Kim Possible and she could gosh well do anything that she wanted. She just forgot that she couldn't do gosh well anything while she was mostly drunk and only partly sober.
The dark alley she stumbled down, the full moon lighting up the night, the stars drawing out a change in fate, all added up to Kim Possible being attacked against an enemy stronger than she could handle, and she turned into a different creature entirely. Life became a lot less mundane.
"What the fuck!"
Kim clumsily fell out of the arms that had caught and prevented her from falling down onto the wet cemented ground. "Sh..Shego?" She stumbled over the single name, her mouth unable to formulate the proper syllables that added up to her nemesis' name.
"What are you doing out here, Kimmie?" The super-powered woman asked the hero, making no move to help Kim up from the ground.
Kim only rolled over so that her face was no longer facing the ground, and began laughing as if she had finally realized that Ron Stoppable was the only comic relief to her life's story.
Shego tilted her head slightly, and raised her left brow. "You drunk, Kimmie?"
"Yeah," Kim stopped laughing. She slowly sat up, but didn't bother to try and stand. "Hey, Sh...Shego did you know that it's my birthday?"
"And here I completely forgot to bring you a present to your exclusive birthday party in a back alley."
"S'okay," Kim began rubbing at her face. "I don't think you're supposed to buy me a present."
Shego sighed. "You've finally cracked haven't ya, Princess?"
Kim shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think I want to be a hero anymore," she slurred. "I don't wanna..." Her words trailed off, her brain unable to finish the thoughts that plagued her in her darkest moments.
Shego shook her head, but bent down so that she could look Kim in the eyes. "I understand."
Kim blinked a few times, trying to clear up the blurry edges of the woman that was kneeling in front of her. "Be my friend? 'Cause I don't think I have any that know me anymore."
"Come on," Shego reached out and took hold of Kim's right arm. She slowly helped the younger woman stand, and then let Kim lean on her for balance. She led Kim out of the alley and away from the bar that had been witness to Kim's silent confessions into a few shots of vodka.
They walked side by side until they reached the small hideout Shego had been occupying while she took some time away from her employer. Kim immediately staggered to Shego's bed and then fell down onto it. She didn't bother with the covers and didn't even bother with removing her shoes. All she wanted to do was to sleep so that she could forget that another year of her life had passed without much say from her on how it was going to go.
Shego watched Kim's drunken sleep. She didn't bother to remove any of Kim's clothes and saw no real need to see that Kim was any more comfortable than she already appeared to be. There wasn't quite anything like a alcohol induced sleep. It seemed so much more peaceful than the kind of sleep that Shego was sure Kim was getting without the outside stimulus.
It was dawn before Kim started to stir, and crawl slowly towards wakefulness. First her left eye opened, quickly followed by the right. She didn't recognize where she was and was almost positive that she had never returned to the party being held in her honor. She remembered saving the world from ultimate doom, and then briefly recalled entering a bar where everybody did really know her name. Her memory was clouded and fuzzy beyond that, but she hadn't been so drunk as to have completely forgotten that Shego had been her brief confidant in a drunken confession.
She swung her legs off of the bed, and slowly sat up. She futilely tried to brush off some of the wrinkles in her clothes as she stood, but there was nothing she could do to clean up her appearance; she looked like a person who had just woken up from a drunken night. She couldn't brush off the facts.
"You're finally awake," Shego called out to her guest from the doorway to the bathroom. "I wasn't sure how long you were going to take up all the room on my bed."
There were so many questions Kim could have asked of her archenemy in that moment, so many questions that many in her place probably would have asked, but Kim didn't bother to ask anything. There were no questions that existed that she didn't already know the answers to. Shego had told Kim that she understood, that much of the night Kim remembered. Shego had looked her in the eye and without a hint of sarcasm, malice, or judgment had simply let Kim know that she understood everything Kim felt.
"Okay," Shego pushed herself off of the door frame she was leaning against. "So, you can stay here as long as you want, but you better get a fucking job because there's no way that I'm supporting your unemployed ass."
It had taken most of the time Shego had been watching Kim sleep for her to figure out what she was going to do with Kim once the woman woke up. It had taken the rest of that time for her to talk herself into actually saying the words. She knew well enough that she was putting herself out for a big dose of hurt in the long run. People didn't simply just become Kim Possible's accessory to running away from life, but Shego had always had a bit of a soft spot for the redhead and she couldn't quite talk herself into letting Kim deal with all this on her own.
Kim smiled. "Are you saying I can't do what you do?" She asked semi-seriously.
"Start crawling before you start walking, Kimmie," Shego advised, her tone not as playful as Kim's had been. "It'll take a lot longer than one drunken night for you to decide what it is you really want."
And that's when the moment happened. That's when everything really changed. That's when they stood looking at each other, almost like they had never seen each other before. They suddenly forgot their own names, forgot about the people that meant so much to them and to the successful continuation of the lives they had built up. They forgot about the hours they spent fighting and the days they spent dreading the next time they would be forced to play the game that was their own creation.
From this moment, they were no longer a hero and no longer a villain. From this moment, they had become something else entirely, they had matured and evolved past the self-restraint that kept their lives apart. So, from this moment they were starting all over again. It had been forced upon them because Kim had stumbled right into Shego and neither of them could back away. Neither of them had to strength to fend of the attacks to their hearts that was now being waged.
"Thank you," Kim whispered, lacking the words to say anything more.
"Yeah," Shego whispered back. "Of course."