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The day that Shego lost her mind was just like any other typical day for her. Only afterwards, she didn't know it.

It was the same procedure; steal, wait, fight, get arrested. The same as any other time Drakken came up with a crazy take-over-the-world scheme. Shego was at Phase 2 of the procedure, and it was the worst. Oh, here came Phase 3.

She tensed and jumped gracefully down from the warehouse's beams, right in front of Kim. Kim didn't startle, just moved into a defensive position.

"What's it this time?" Kim hissed. Shego shrugged.

"Beats me. Maybe you can get the Cliff notes from His Blueness," she motioned towards the second story, where Drakken was having his pre-monologue laugh. Kim ignored him and began fighting Shego.

They went back up the stairs, trading blows. The fight, Shego was pleased to find, was more intense than usual. There was an anger about her, Shego realized, an anger she was taking out on her. As the fight wore on, Shego found herself more focused on trying to defend herself and then, just staying out of the way. Shego wasn't about to back down, even if Kim was a little rougher than usual.

"Where's your boyfriend?" She asked, her honest question wrapped up in a mocking tone. It was too much.

With all of the strength in Kim's small body, she shoved Shego off of the ledge. Shego was so surprised she didn't react. There was a sickening thud. Drakken's eyes widened.

"Shego?" He called. She didn't respond. He went over to the edge, "Stop crying wolf, Shego. One day, you will be seriously injured and then..."

Shego was crumpled on the ground, her neck bent in an unnatural way. A pool of blood was gathering under the back of her head.

"Oh my god," Kim murmured, staring in shock at her unconscious (dead?) body.

"Do something!" Drakken screamed, running for the phone.

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Shego's eyelids fluttered open. Oh. Oh, her head hurt. Where was she?

She moaned as she sat up, looking around. For what, she wasn't sure of. Something to explain why she was here in this white room, why her head was throbbing with every small movement. What were these needles for? These machines?

A man came in, a white coat draped around him. What were they called again?

"What the heck is going on?" She asked flatly. He smiled kindly.

"You hit your head pretty hard, Miss Go, when you feel."

"That explains the headache," she murmured. She bit her lip as she turned her head, "Can I see that clipboard for a minute?" She asked.

"Um, sure. Why?" He handed the clipboard to her.

"Can't remember my name," she muttered.

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Kim leaned back in the chair, waiting for the verdict. She couldn't imagine Shego dead; she always seemed like it would take a lot to kill her. What if she had killed her, just because of a little misplaced anger? She watched Drakken bending over, looking almost like he was praying. She didn't think she could ever forgive herself.

It wasn't the doctor that came in to tell Kim the news. The door opened and both she and Drakken looked up.

"Kim Possible," Dr. Director said grimly. Kim stood reflexively. She looked at her meaningfully and then walked out. Kim followed, "Do you know about Shego's status?" She asked. Kim shook her head, "It appears that when she hit her head, she lost all recollection of past experiences. She knows how to do things, and remembers some facts, but as far as her own personal experiences, she doesn't have a clue."

"Wait, are you saying that Shego has...amnesia?"

"A little strange and physically improbable, but she couldn't answer the most basic questions about herself. She didn't even know her name," Dr. Director allowed Kim a minute to let it sink in.

"What's going to happen to her, then?"

"The standard for any villain that looses their memory. Reformation," Kim's eyes widened.

"But if she finds out you did that to her…"

"She won't," Dr. Director said flatly.

After the CAT scans and making sure no other damage had been done, Shego was released with a pain pill prescription. Question was, where was she going? Did she live alone? She clutched the back of her hospital gown and went to go check the waiting room in case someone was there for her.

A woman with an eye patch over one eye confronted her.

"Shego," she said flatly.

"Yeah?" Shego glanced behind to see a high school aged red head standing behind her looking particularly guilty.

The woman gave her a set of clothes to change into.

"I'll explain later," she said roughly.

Drakken was even more nervous now that Dr. Director was here. Why was she here? She couldn't be here for Shego, right? Maybe to admonish Kim? Gosh, what was wrong with Shego? Was she still alive? He wanted answers! If something were to happen to her…

He saw a black haired woman out of the corner of his eye. He stood up immediately and spun around. Shego had on a t-shirt and jeans, looking disoriented as she rubbed her head.

"Shego!" He said, relieved. He hurried out of the waiting room, "Shego, thank God! I was so worried!" He moved towards her, but was blocked off by impossibly buff henchmen.

"Come, Shego," Dr. Director spoke to her in the manner you would speak to a dog. Shego obediently followed, staring at Drakken with a deer-in-the-headlights expression.

"Shego, what's going on? Why are you listening to her? Shego, Shego!" Desperation crept into his voice, borderline hysterical.

"Keep going," Kim Possible advised. Shego never took her eyes off of Drakken as the men forced her forwards.

"What's wrong with you, Shego?!" His voice cracked. He tried to push his way into the circle they had made around her, "It's me, Dr. D! Shego, Shego, don't look like you don't know me!"

The henchmen forced the doors shut in front of Drakken. He pulled at them, banging his fist against the door as he screamed her name. Why wasn't she listening to him?! What had they done to her?!

The man's hysterics caused Shego to think. Did she really know him before? Why would he be so hysterical if he hadn't? Should she really be following these people? There were so many questions she had, and no one to ask.