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Chapter 1

Shego hugged the ground as the cone of a searchlight glided past her position. The area around the prison was cleared of vegetation, and the best cover she could find was a slight depression in the ground. The bare earth under her felt moist with dew, but there was a smell of dust in her nostrils. She could but hope the light wouldn't land on her.

The spot of light moved away from her on its aimless quest, and Shego dashed forward. This wasn't quite the prison break she had planned, and she cursed Adrena Lynn for having rushed her timetable. When she caught up with her, the bitch would pay for that, too. At least the fortune had favored her with a cloudy night.

A searchlight lurched in her direction and she hit the deck again. She idly wondered why the prison relied on individually directed searchlights rather than having the area around the walls continually lit. It could be an effort to keep the guards alert by giving them something to do, but she thought the reason might turn out to be something stupid, like misguided penny-pinching, or compliance with light pollution laws. Whatever the reason, right now she was grateful for it. As long as the light wasn't on her, she'd be hard to spot from the wall in the darkness.

Still prone, she scanned her surroundings. Her target was the road ahead, visible in the dim light from lampposts along its length. Beyond the road was the edge of a forest, invitingly dark. She just needed to get through the clearing, over the fence and across the road without being seen. The cones of light moved away from her position, and she dashed towards the fence once more.

The perimeter fence was ten feet high and topped with barbed wire. Even that was overkill, as the fence was more intended to keep trespassers away than the inmates in. The serious security was behind her. The fence, bordering a public road, wasn't even electrified. It had had an alarm once upon the time, but according to her intelligence it had been disabled. Shego suspected the prison personnel had grown tired of checking out false alarms caused by squirrels and drunk teenagers. She scaled the fence and vaulted over the top with a gravity-defying move, never touching the barbed wire. She dove into the ditch bordering the road and scanned in both directions along it.

A jolt of adrenaline shot through Shego when she spotted a car parked not too far away. Was it a security patrol? Had she been spotted? Heart beating she surveyed the car. It had no lights on, and was parked as far from the dim lampposts as possible, which helped to explain why she hadn't noticed it sooner. It looked like a cheap, small European model, which meant it was almost certainly a civilian car.

What was it doing here? Had the need overtaken the driver? Perhaps it was some teenagers looking for a thrill. In the gloom, the outline of the car seemed to waver, and she couldn't tell if it was shaking. She could detect no movement within.

The car was both an obstacle and an opportunity. The key thing in a prison break was to get as far as you could before the escape was noticed. The longer the search perimeter was, the more thinly it was covered. She had intended to sprint through the woods, but a car would be much better. On the other hand, the occupant was a potential witness. If they were still in the car, she'd have to take them hostage. It's not like the kidnapping charges would make a lot of difference to her sentence. She started crawling towards the car. Luckily the ditch was mostly dry.

When Shego got nearer she could make out the silhouette of a person leaning against the car. It hadn't been there a minute ago, but she hadn't heard a door go. The figure was short and slim, and faced the prison. The head moved, scanning the road. Had she been wrong about the car not belonging to security? There was no belt encumbered by security paraphernalia. Shego cautiously crawled a little closer and took a hard look at the figure. With a shock she recognized her.

It was Kim Possible. What the hell was she doing here? Her first thought was that she'd been summoned to deal with her, but that didn't make sense. She was pretty sure her escape hadn't been detected yet, and even if it was, there was no way Kim would have made it here in time. Although it tickled her vanity to imagine Kim watching the prison just in case she might escape, she thought the pretty cheerleader had better things to do on a Friday night. Wasn't it past her curfew, anyway?

Shego supposed she could just ask her. There was little chance she could make it across the road without Kim spotting her, and she was still tempted by the car. She was sure she could take Kim one on one, even if Kim was the person who had sent her to jail. The problem was that her trademark Glow would be visible for a mile in the dark, and there was no way it wouldn't be spotted and recognized from the prison walls. The car wouldn't do her any good if they could have roadblocks in place before she even got it started. She was confident she could beat Kim even without the edge her powers gave her, but she wasn't as confident that she could subdue her before she managed to raise an alarm, or somebody spotted them fighting.

"You can get out of the ditch now, Shego," Kim said.

How had she even seen her? Shego was pretty sure she knew how to move stealthily, and the visibility was so low she hadn't even recognized Kim until she was twenty paces from her. Shego stepped onto the road and cautiously approached Kim, trying to decide on a course of action.

Kim might have alerted the prison already, though there was no visible activity. Then again, Shego knew Kim had a tendency for overconfidence; she probably figured she could take Shego without backup. She wasn't making any moves to call somebody or prepare for a fight, continuing to lean against the car. Shego couldn't think of a plausible reason for the hero's presence, and that made it difficult to guess what exactly Kim would do. Apart from fighting her, obviously; that was a given.

Shego was ten feet from Kim when the teenager moved. Shego dropped to a defensive stance and was completely caught by surprise when Kim lobbed a small dark package at her. She caught the soft package on instinct. Although she knew it was a mistake, she spared a quick glance at the bundle and identified it as clothes. She looked back at Kim, who was once again leaning against the car. Shego wondered if she looked as puzzled as she felt.

"A change of clothes. Personally I think you look good in orange, but maybe you'd like something a little less conspicuous."

No, that didn't help. Shego was still puzzled. She noted Kim herself was dressed in a dark hooded sweatshirt, hood down, and faded blue jeans, with her red hair in a ponytail. She was clearly aiming for an inconspicuous look herself.

"Aren't you going to change?" Kim said.

"Could you give me a little privacy?" If Kim turned her back for a second or two, she could take her down cleanly.

"I'm not going to turn my back on you, Shego. Come on, hurry up. The security patrol is a little lazy, but they will come around again eventually."

"You want me to change right here in front of you? Do you want to see my knickers that badly?"

"Shego, you were just in jail, surely you must be used to undressing with somebody watching."

That was true, of course, but being in prison meant putting up with things one didn't necessary like in everyday life. Shego wasn't one for exhibitionism. The thought of stripping in front of Kim, specifically, felt even more uncomfortable. She didn't want to give any appearance of vulnerability to her number one foe. Shego hesitated.

"Go change behind a bush if you're that embarrassed. God, Shego, I never figured you for a prude."

It occurred to Shego that as a cheerleader Kim was probably used to changing with other girls present and didn't see it as a big deal. She glanced at the woods. The underbrush was cleared for a hundred yards or more, and the trunks of the trees weren't wide enough to offer any privacy. She ducked behind the car to change.

When Shego stepped back out onto the road, she was dressed in jeans and a plaid flannel shirt, carrying her prison overalls. She didn't want to leave the garment lying around in case it was spotted.

"Get in," Kim said while getting in the car herself.

Shego was still mystified, but she didn't need another invitation. It certainly seemed like Kim's plans—whatever they were—coincided with her own, so far. She opened the passenger side door of the two-door car and sat down next to Kim.

"You can throw that in the back. Here," Kim said, handing her a trucker hat.

Shego turned to stash the overalls on the narrow backseat, in between two bags, then put on the cap. She supposed that was Kim's idea of a disguise for her. Now she just needed to figure out why Kim had given her a disguise, and was apparently giving her a ride.

As Kim started the car Shego considered attacking her. Kim was on her guard, tense and watching Shego from the corner of her eye, but in the confines of the car she should be able to just reach out and subdue Kim with one well-placed pulse from her Glow. It was her curiosity as much as anything that stopped her. She wanted to know what Kim was doing here.

The small road they were on joined the access road for the prison not far away. Shego tensed as they neared the intersection, but relaxed a little when Kim headed away from the prison, towards the interstate highway. She would have felt more than a little dumb if Kim had driven her back to the facility she'd just escaped.

"So where are we headed, Kimmie?"

"Well, most escaped convicts head for Mexico. Seeing where we are, Canada is a credible destination, too. To the east is Go City, where you might have contacts. So, I figured we'd take the highway west."

"I have contacts all over, Kimmie, and the feds have enough experience with me to know I won't be headed towards Mexico. Unless it's for a vacation." She was only making conversation; west suited her just fine.

"The feds also don't have the manpower for the search, it's the local forces who will organize the checkpoints and search parties. And no official got fired yet for going by the book."

Shego raised her eyebrows. She hadn't expected Kim to have such insight into the workings of the law enforcement, or to be so cynical about their competence. It made sense, once she thought about it; Kim doubtless dealt with law enforcement officers often enough, usually when they couldn't handle the job without her aid. In fact, there was a decent chance they'd just assume that Kim would deal with her sooner or later and not bother with a very extensive womanhunt.

"Kimmie, I don't want to give you ideas or anything, but I am escaping from a prison. Shouldn't you be trying to stop me?"

"I'm not a cop, Shego. I don't go on patrols and I don't have to respond to every crime I see. I just do missions in my spare time. I'll come after you when somebody asks me to."

Shego was pretty sure Kim wasn't being entirely straight with her. Sure, the teen only fought crime as a hobby, and usually the larger than life variety, but she was sure Kim was enough of a goody two-shoes to intervene if she saw a crime in progress, just out of civic duty. And there was no way she had been waiting near the prison by chance.

"Well, I suppose you're not on the payroll. But there's a slight difference between not coming after me and actively helping me evade capture."

"Shego, how long were you inside?"

"This time? Twenty days." Oh, she'd counted them.

"How many times have you escaped?"

"From prison? A dozen or so. I've lost count of how many times I've escaped police custody."

"So let's say I deliver you back to the prison. How long would it take you to escape again?"

"As if you could," Shego said. "On the off chance you somehow succeeded, a few weeks, probably, with them on alert. Unless somebody broke me out."

"So what good would it do? Sooner or later you'd be out again, and sooner or later you and Dr. Drakken would become my problem, again. I figure there's less chance for property damage or injured officers if I give you a hand."

Was Kim really helping her to avoid collateral damage? The logic was dubious: she'd still be out, and she was definitely going to cause some damage. Especially once she found Adrena Lynn. The wannabe needed to learn to keep her nose out of things that were none of her business. Her and Jack Hench. She needed to teach Jackie-boy a lesson, too.

She had had assistance in escaping before. Usually she'd been broken out to help with a job. Could that be what was going on here? Did Kim maybe need her help for something? They'd teamed up to help her useless brothers, before. Shego suddenly felt a cold chill. Could they be involved?

It was a scarily possible scenario: they had found out what Lynn was planning, her brothers and Kim got involved... But no, they wouldn't send Kim waiting by the prison on the odd chance she'd escape while she was there, in that precise direction. That didn't add up. They didn't really need her for muscle, and if they had questions, they'd try to visit her in the prison. They wouldn't do this cloak and dagger nonsense. Hego would never go for it.

Cloak and dagger suggested another possibility: some alphabet agency might need her for a deniable operation. She'd done government work before, though mostly in Europe. If they wanted their part to remain hidden, they wouldn't approach her in prison, but they couldn't do something so blatantly illegal and flashy as springing her out. If, however, they managed to conveniently run into her when she'd escaped on her own—and they might just have enough intelligence resources to time it right—it wouldn't really be on their heads. It wasn't their jurisdiction, after all. That seemed like the most plausible answer.

Why would the hypothetical agency, domestic or foreign, involve Kim, though? For her insight into her, maybe. A familiar face, and someone they might be counting on to be able to handle her. Or possibly to reassure her that they were on the level. Kim was naive enough to be played, but she would never knowingly involve herself with an underhanded operation. Yes, she could be here because an intelligence agency had wanted an intermediary everybody involved could trust.

She was jolted out of her thoughts when Kim grabbed the back of her head, not roughly. "Down," Kim said and pushed Shego's head in her lap. It brought very unfortunate thoughts to her mind.

From the corner of her eye Shego saw the glare of oncoming headlights playing around the interior of the small car. She tried to focus on them rather than the fact that her head was pressed against Kim's thigh, with Kim's hand still resting on her head. This was an entirely new kind of interaction with the cute teenager, and she found it just a little exciting. She wondered why Kim had decided to make her duck this time; this wasn't the first car they'd passed on the highway. It raised more inconvenient thoughts. The lights receded and Kim let her get back up.

"Kind of forceful there, Kimmie. If you want me to go down on you, at least by me a dinner first."

"It was a police cruiser," Kim said, her cheeks turning red. "I just didn't want them to see you."

"Or to see me with you, maybe?"

"That might be a little hard to explain, yes."

"Especially with my head buried between your legs."

"Shego!" Kim squeaked.

Shego smiled as the young redhead's cheeks turned an even brighter shade of crimson. The entertainment potential for this road trip just got a lot higher. She'd somehow forgotten how fun it could be to tease the innocent hero.

They rode on in silence for a while. It was Kim who interrupted it. "Could you even reach anything like that?"

I took Shego a moment to realize what Kim was referring to. When she did, her brows shot up. "Wait, are you actually considering the mechanics of lesbian sex in a car?"

"Never mind! It was just a random thought." Kim turned red once again.

Oh, there was no chance Shego was just going to drop this. "I have to admit I've never actually tried it, but if you're that interested I'm willing to help you experiment. I figure I owe you for the ride, anyway. Maybe if you push the seat back a little and slide forward... you'll probably need to lift one leg up on the..."

"I said never mind!"

Shego chuckled aloud. She wondered how much fun she could get out of teasing Kim. She wondered what Kim would taste like. She wondered why she was fantasizing about having sex with her greatest enemy.

There was the fact that she hadn't gotten laid in months, of course. Being cooped up in Drakken's lair didn't do wonders for her social life. She viewed the time between breaking out of prison and going back to break her employer out as her vacation time, a time to decompress without the presence of the annoying bumbler.

The vacation usually involved finding a place with a nice beach and an active nightlife, and a consequence-free hook-up with some attractive stranger. Shego could admit to herself that if she was in a car with a pretty teenager who was not her arch-nemesis and the bane of her existence, she probably would be trying to get inside her panties, frustrated as she was. She wondered if she'd inadvertently conditioned herself to associate jailbreaks with sex to the extent that she was now getting horny in a Pavlovian response to escaping.

She cast a side-ways glance at Kim. There was a cute rosy tint to her cheeks from the slowly receding blush. Her face had lost some of its wariness and was now focused and deceptively placid. The set of her mouth made it almost look like she was smiling. She recognized the look from some of their encounters: it was the look she had when she was engaged in some difficult and dangerous task and supremely confident in her ability to handle it.

She'd always found that look a little hot. It was certainly better than the look of haughty distaste or angry scowls she usually got when she faced off against Kim. Right now Kim's face was a mix of youthful innocence and mature confidence that pushed all of Shego's buttons.

Okay, she was a big enough person to admit that she found the often-annoying hero attractive. If she wasn't her enemy, if she wasn't straight, if she wasn't such a goody-goody she'd never go for it, if Shego wasn't too focused on finding Lynn, if it wasn't such a monumentally bad idea, if she thought for a moment there was the slightest chance it could actually happen, maybe she would be tempted to sleep with Kim.

Shego needed a distraction from her thoughts and reached out to to turn on the radio. There wasn't much choice, out here in the middle of nowhere, but she managed to find a popular music channel. It was better than nothing.

She found out that Kim's taste in music left a lot to be desired. Kim was more familiar than her with some of the newer acts, but most of them were garbage, of course. She also had an unhealthy appreciation for boy bands, like a typical teen girl. She did surprise her by singing along to a recent MC Honey song.

"I didn't know you listened to rap, Kimmie."

"Not ordinarily, no, but I like her stuff. I actually sing back up vocals on this track. Uncredited, of course."

Shego's brows shot up. "You're kidding."

"I happened by the studio when she was recording, and she invited me to join her. Ron wanted to help out, too, but, uh, his voice wasn't right for any of the tracks MC Honey was working on."

"How do you know MC Honey?"

"I helped her out once. It's what I do, you know."

"Right." Shego decided it probably wasn't a good idea to ask Kim to get MC Honey's autograph for her.

They got to talking about a variety of topics. Shego found Kim surprisingly good conversationalist, even if she was an odd mixture of occasional worldliness and teenage obliviousness. She was certainly better company than Drakken or his henchmen.

There was a lull in the conversation, and Shego's attention wandered. The night was dark, and the only thing visible outside the car was the cone of highway lit by the headlights. It was almost like nothing in the world existed but her and Kim here in this car. The hum of the engine, long since receded to background noise, was hypnotic. Shego felt relaxed, which was strange given the company. She had things to do, Adrena Lynn the most pressing, but there was nothing she could do about it right now. She had no responsibilities and no cares in the world.

No longer on her guard, Shego realized how tired she was. She had been up for over twenty hours, and she hadn't had much sleep the previous night. Shego yawned and Kim soon echoed her from the other seat. It was possible she hadn't slept much, either. Shego stretched the best she could and sat up straighter. As much as she trusted Kim to play fair, she wasn't going to risk falling asleep next to her.

Shego cast another covert glance at Kim. She wouldn't have thought the two of them could get along so well. She concluded Kim wasn't so bad when she wasn't being a pest. It made her regret the fact they had to be on the opposite sides. Shego had been a teen hero herself, once. Maybe Kim, too, would wise up some day. They'd make a great team. There was so much she could teach Kim about crime, about the world, about pleasure. About women, maybe.

Shego sighed. She really needed to get her mind off that track. It wasn't going to happen. It wasn't going to happen with Kim, and it wasn't going to happen with anyone else either, until she had found and dealt with Lynn. She decided that she could mess with Kim some more, though.

When Shego spotted the next pair of incoming headlights, she plunged her head in Kim's lap. Kim twitched and drew a quick surprised breath, but didn't react beyond that. Shego let her hand rest on Kim's thigh, feeling the warmth through the jeans. She felt an answering warmth between her legs. With an effort she managed to stop herself from stroking Kim's leg. It occurred to her that maybe this course of action wouldn't help getting her mind off sex. She got back up, a little regretfully.

"What was that about?" Kim said. There was a faint tremor in her voice.

"I thought it was another police cruiser."

"Shego, it was a truck."

"Well, truckers have radios too, Kimmie."

"They also sit high enough to see you down there."

"Don't worry, Kimmie, they probably didn't think I'm an escaped convict, just a girl going down on another."

"And do you think that makes him less or more likely to mention it on the radio?"

"Good point. 'A couple of beavers going at it in a blue four-wheeler westbound on the big road.'" Shego pointedly looked at her shirt. "We're certainly dressed like a pair of lesbians."

"Shego, you can't tell somebody's sexuality from the way they dress. That's just stereotyping."

"Maybe you can't. Honestly, Kimmie, if you're going to make a habit of picking up girls you really ought to invest in a gaydar."

"Well, I'm doing okay so far, aren't I?" Kim turned to smirk at Shego. "You're the first girl I've picked up and you already offered to go down on me."

Shego was speechless. She hadn't expected Kim to get on board with this line of humor. She wasn't even blushing. Did her ability to adapt and deal with challenges apply to everything?

"I think we should get a room," Shego said.

Kim turned to look at her, raising one eyebrow. Shego found herself blushing a little. She hadn't actually intended that to be innuendo.

"The sun's about to rise, the traffic is picking up, and if they haven't noticed my escape yet, they will at the morning check. I need to get off the road. I'm sure there's a motel around here somewhere."

"There's one half an hour down the road. I've got a room paid up for the weekend."

"I'm impressed, Kimmie. You've certainly got this planned out. I'll be sure to call you the next time I'm escaping from a prison."

"I'm not planning on making a habit of this."

Shego wanted to ask her why she was helping her now, but didn't. She'd expected to have met Kim's contact already, but the prearranged motel room would certainly be where she found out whether her theory was correct or not.

Their last few miles together were tense. The conversation died down, and Kim seemed more nervous than she had at any earlier point. Shego tried to prepare herself. If there was somebody waiting to make her an offer, she'd hear them out: it might be interesting. If they insisted on her accompanying them right now, she'd have to turn them down, since she had prior commitments. She'd probably need to be fairly emphatic about it. That suited her just fine; after several hours cooped up in a not very large car she could use a workout.

Kim turned off the interstate and navigated the side roads towards the motel. She was getting increasingly nervous. That seemed off to Shego. In her experience, Kim almost never got rattled on missions. The only times she'd seen her nervous was in social situations, like when she'd crashed her date or when Drakken had faked her out with his synthodrone boy-toy. She didn't see why Kim would feel that way about taking Shego to see some government spooks. She started to suspect her theory was wrong, but couldn't come up with an alternative explanation.

Kim pulled in the motel parking lot and parked well away from the office. The horizon was getting brighter, but there was no-one in sight.

"Right, room 2. Here's the key," Kim said and yawned.

"You're not coming?"

"I need to start heading home."

"How long have you been up? You're in no condition to drive."

"I've got some coffee in a thermos. It's no big."

"Kimmie, I'm not going to let you get out of here this tired."

"I didn't know you cared."

"I'd hate to read that you wrapped your car around a tree. When you go down, I want it to be at my hands."

"Gee, that sure makes me want to share a motel room with you."

"Truce, okay? You did me a good turn, I'm not going to stab you in the back. No hostilities until morning. Well, until we both wake up."

Kim looked hesitant, but it seemed like she was considering it. It looked increasingly like there wouldn't be anyone waiting for her, just an empty motel room. Kim still looked nervous, though. Shego thought she had an idea for the reason.

"Look, you know I was just teasing you, right? I won't try anything. And these rooms usually have two beds."

"This one has a double," Kim said, blushing a little. Even though Shego didn't ask anything, Kim hurried to explain. "When I paid for the room the clerk kinda assumed I was setting up a romantic rendezvous. I, uh, I though it was best to let him think that."

It wasn't surprising somebody would come to that conclusion when a young girl reserved a motel room for a weekend. In a sudden inspiration, Shego came to a conclusion that was surprising. It all added up: the unexplained pick up, Kim's increasing nervousness, even the places her mind had gone. It was a setup, but not by some intelligence agency; all of this was Kim's doing. Shego's heart started beating faster.

"You were, weren't you?" Shego said. She couldn't keep her astonishment from her voice.

"Shego, I'll come in with you, if you really want me to. But you have to mean it."

Shego just stared at Kim for a long while. When she eventually spoke, reaching to take Kim's hand, she tried to keep her voice gentle.

"Come on, Kimmie. Let's go to bed."