"And my local theatre has now ceased viewings of Guardians of the Galaxy. Might as well do some writing." -Me, because it's never writers block, just me being lazy.

"Shego, can you hear me?"

"Gah!" Shego started, slapping a hand to her ear. "Bloody...yes, Dr. D. I can hear you." She hissed. "Not so loud next time. I'm undercover here, remember?"

"Of course." Dr. Drakken replied sheepishly through her wireless earpiece, thoroughly chastised. "Have you learned anything yet?"

"Nothing big." Shego sighed, glancing around the convention hall. EvilCon was packed this year, but she wondered how many of the people wantering around were minions and goons rather than actual supervillains. There were certainly few enough familiar faces. "I'm still waiting for the larceny competition. It begins at noon. Ish." Villains were notoriously tardy.

"Excellent. Soon, we will have insider insights into the intricate abilities of our sworn foe!" Drakken practically cackled.

"Right." Shego smiled slightly at the prospect of seeing that impetuous thief taken down a peg or two. She'd acquired a series of access codes for the course, and sold them to Kim's greatest competitors. Some thugs that called themselves Team Impossible. The money was going straight to charity, but the buzz of a successful con, a plan gone perfectly, that was still there.

Going straight may be easier than I thought. Shego mused as she worked her way over to the viewing booths. It was certainly much easier on her conscience, being a hero. No more agonized looks from victims. No more weeping families cursing her name with fire in their eyes. No looks of hatred from children. Children.

Shego physically shook herself. Introspection could wait. She was on a mission here. And she was trying to change. Really.

The viewing booth was sparse, but furnished comfortably. And it had a gorgeous view of the course. She spotted Kim almost immediately. She was filing her nails in her starting room. Shego scowled as the large glass screen helpfully displayed a review of her past performances. Apparently, she'd won the competition every year since she was eight.

Shego smirked, imagining the look on Kim's face when she finally lost.

Seven minutes later, Shego's teeth were grinding furiously as she was forced to listen to the announcer declaring Kim's victory yet again.

"S-shego?" Drakken spoke tentatively in her earpiece. "What's wrong?"

"She won! Kim won again!" Shego growled, flickers of flame rolling around her clenched fists.

"Well...was that a surprise?"

"She shouldn't have. I rigged the competition against her. She shouldn't have been quick enough to catch up. It's just not physically possible."

"Now, Shego…" Drakken spoke slowly, almost patronizingly (but it couldn't have been patronizingly because Shego did not like it when people spoke to her in that tone). "You and I both know that cheaters never prosper."

Not for the first time since working with the man, Shego snapped. She let out an anguished scream as almost-literal waves of emerald fire pulsed from her body, thoroughly demolishing the room, and reducing the few furnishings within to cinders and ash. Blissfully, her earpiece was incinerated in the blast.

She doubled over, intently trying to control the inferno within her. After a few moments of deep breathing, she was able to stand again without boiling the air around her.

"Tense much?" A smirking woman asked conversationally, leaning in the doorframe.

"What do you want?" Shego snarled.

"Money, wealth, and a life of luxury." Kim flashed her nemesis a winning smile. "You?"

"Piss off. I meant what do you want from me?"

Kim's eyes sparkled mischieviously, and Shego instantly regretted her choice of words.

"Why are you here?" Shego amended before Kim could open her mouth. "In this room, right now."

"I heard I had a secret admirer in the V.I.P. booth." Kim shrugged. "I was curious."

"And now that you know I'm here?" Shego asked, her body-almost subconsciously-slipping into a fighting stance.

"I'm probably going to get something to eat soon. I'm giving a lecture on stealth and subterfuge in an hour." I'm not reporting you to security because it's more fun to let you roam free, it's no skin off my back, and I can't be asked. And because you're cute.

Shego got the subtext. Well, most of it anyway. Enough.

"A lecture on stealth?" Shego asked, genuinely curious. "I didn't think villains went for subtlety."

"Well, you would know." Kim smirked. "It's all part of my master plan."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. It's both cunning and devious."

"You do realize I'm one of the good guys now. What if I reported your little scheme?"

"You wouldn't do that." Kim smiled willingly. "Because a part of you really wants to see all the villains here taken down a peg or two."

Shego didn't answer right away. She paused for a quick mental assessment. Kim was right in one regard. Shego's desire to see just how the thief planned on pulling a devious plot under the noses of every major ne'er-do-well in the world.

"Alright," Shego finally spoke, "I'll bite. How's this plan of yours work?"

"Misdirection." Kim smiled cryptically.

"Just misdirection." Kim nodded. "Any thief can be sneaky, but the masters can be so much more. A mark looks at the work of a thief, and wonders how he did it. A mark looks at what I accomplished and swears it couldn't have been done."

"You're awfully full of yourself." Shego retorted, even as she filed the information away for future reference.

"Confidence helps." Kim stood, stretching her arms for a moment. "You don't believe I can do it, at least on you, do you?"

"You wish you could, Possible," Shego smirked overconfidently, "but I'm wise to your ways."

"Is that so?" Kim's grin slipped to become predatory, and the now-familiar-to-Shego glint sparked in her eyes. "Well then," the thief drawled, stepping slowly closer to her oddly-coloured foe, until their faces were bare inches apart, "allow me to prove you oh...so...deliciously...wrong." Kim murmured, her eyes still flickering, though with something else behind them now.

And then she leaned forward and kissed her.

Neither of them broke their shared contact immediately, and it was by mutual agreement that it was decided to stay in that position for a while. Purely because pulling away would take unnecessary effort. At least, they would've had the door not opened within half-a-minute, allowing two others entrance into the room.

"Oh dear," Dr. Anne Possible grinned coyly, "I do hope we aren't interrupting anything."

A/N: Yes, the line where kissing finally happened was left purposely ambiguous. Who kissed whom? I don't know. You decide. I'm sick. A combination of hot-and-sour soup and ginger ale for breakfast is the only reason I'm writing this today. Blegh. Anyhow, I wanted to relieve you of your suspense. Now we know why Shego's at EvilCon. Kudos to any of you who guessed right. Tune in next time, someday, probably ten-o'clock-ish, for the next instalment of Mirror, Mirror!