DISCLAIMER: Kim Possible is the property of Disney, as are all other characters. The real name of Shego in this story is the creation of the authors. This is just for fun, so please enjoy.

A/N: This is R2 of R2-Helsing (I'm also known as Hitosune Kozo). This story is a colaborative effort, so there will be differences in writing styles between odd and even chapters.

Blast from the Past

A KiGo fanfic

1 – New Friends

"Kim, it's time to get up," Ann said, knocking on the door to her daughter's room. She heard the rustling sound of covers being moved, then nothing. "Kim!" she called out louder, knocking harder. No sounds this time. Sighing, she opened the door to her daughter's bedroom and walked in. Sure enough, there was a lump under the covers that was just the right size for an 11-year-old girl. She walked over to the bed and yanked the covers off of it, prompting a squeal from the now-exposed redheaded child. "Kimmie, it's time to get up, or you'll be late for school," her mom scolded.

"I don' wanna go," Kim whined, sitting up on her bed and sleepily glaring at her mom.

"You're going, Kim, and that's final," Ann said, turning around and leaving the room. "And if you don't get dressed for school I'll drive you there with you still in your pajamas." That got the little redhead moving and Ann chuckled as she went back downstairs to make breakfast. As she started the oatmeal going – she always made oatmeal from scratch for Kim since her daughter refused to touch the instant variety – she couldn't but think about how the girl was so different than she herself had been when it came to school. As a little girl, Ann had always been eager to go to school and was usually ready before her parents had woken up. Kim, though, had to be practically dragged out of bed each morning since the third grade; she was brilliant, of course, and had no trouble with her school work. Ann figured that her daughter's problem was that she was so active and couldn't stand sitting still for long periods of time. The elder redhead reached over to the spice rack on the counter and pulled out the cinnamon sugar, adding a dash to the cooking oatmeal. Then she added in a bit of honey and some vanilla and was pouring the oatmeal into a bowl when her daughter dragged herself and her backpack into the kitchen as though there were lead weights around her feet.

"Here you go, Bubble-butt," Ann said as she set her daughter's oatmeal and orange juice on the table.

"Moooom," Kim whined. "Stop calling me that."

"Can I help it if you have such a cute little bubble butt?" her mother teased.

"Okay, that is awk-weird coming from you, Mom."

"Been hanging around Ron a lot, haven't you?"

"Not by choice," the little redhead grumbled.

"I thought he was your best friend?" Ann asked, confused.

"Doesn't mean I have to like him."

"Now, now, Kimberly, be nice," her mom admonished.

"I was," the girl replied around a mouthful of oatmeal.

"Kimberly Ann," the elder redhead said in THAT tone.

"He's gross, Mom!" Kim protested, sipping some orange juice. "He eats like that scaredy guy from that mystery cartoon."

"He can't be that bad," Ann told her.

"Mom," she replied with as much seriousness as an 11-year-old could muster, "his favorite thing to eat is tacos with chocolate and hot sauce." Ann blinked a moment, which (to Kim) vindicated her position. "Told you so."

"Just go to the bathroom and wash up, young lady," her mom told her, shooing the girl away from the table. Once again, her daughter acted like it was a supreme effort just to move around this morning. After she'd tended to her daughter's dishes, she heard the doorbell ring.

"Kimmie!" she called out. "Time to go!"

In the bathroom, Kim Possible groaned. She was not looking forward to her first day of school - fifth grade or not. Rinsing her mouth, she made sure to clean the sink and shut the light off as she left the bathroom.

"Can't I stay home, Mom? I don't really like school," the 11-year-old whined, pouting.

"You're going, Kimmie. And don't even think of trying that puppy dog pout of yours, or you'll be grounded for the rest of the week," Ann warned.

"Fine," the little redhead mumbled, shoulders slumping in defeat.

"Now go on, Kim. Ron's waiting."

"He's always waiting, Mom."

"Kim," her mom warned.

"Fine," she said, heading to the front door. "I guess school can't be that bad."

Shaking her head, Ann went to get her sons ready for their first day of 1st grade; James was already at the science center and she had a long shift today at the hospital.

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"NAOMI JEZEBELLA GO!" rang out throughout the Go residence. Harold and Micah, Naomi's older and younger brothers, were already in the kitchen eating their breakfast. They made sure to keep their focus on their food; their sister was very studious when it came to the martial arts she enjoyed and never hesitated to use what she was learning if her brothers irritated her. After a moment of not hearing her daughter coming, Isabella Go stormed upstairs and into her daughter's room. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Mom," the raven-haired girl groaned, peeking out from underneath her covers. Her sapphire blue eyes were a little watery. "I don't feel so good, that's what the hell I'm doing."

"If you're swearing you're not that sick," her mom said. The older raven-haired woman crossed her arms and scowled at her daughter. "Now get your lazy ass out of that bed before I kick it out."

"As if you could," Naomi retorted.

"Where do you think you got your moves from, Firefly?" Isabella asked.

"Don't call me that," the 11-year-old growled, throwing her covers off and sitting up in bed.

"I'll call you that around your little friends if you don't get your ass dressed and downstairs now."

"I don't have any friends," Naomi replied. "I'm the 'weird kid,' remember?"

"Move it, you lazy little monster," Isabella said, turning around and striding from the room. Only when her back was turned did she let the smile she was hiding come out. Damn, she thought. My daughter's just like I was at that age. Take that, Mom!

A few minutes later the 11-year-old girl made her way downstairs, grumbling to herself. She'd put on a pair of white pants and a black-and-green 3/4-sleeve shirt. She walked over to the cabinets and grabbed a pack of her favorite toaster pastries and then dropped into a chair at the breakfast table.

"Are you going to tell your brothers good morning?" Isabella asked her daughter.

"No," Naomi said, biting into the chocolate toaster pastry.

"Naomi," the raven-haired woman replied warningly.

"What?" she asked around a mouthful of food, earning a disgusted look from her older brother. She looked back at him, deliberately chewed with her mouth open, and then swallowed before looking back at her mom. "I don't like them, they don't like me, I'm not having a good morning, so I'm not going to hope anyone else is having a good morning."

"You're not going to make many friends with that kind of attitude, young lady," her mom told her. Her daughter just shrugged, making the woman sigh. Just then her husband, Kane, ambled into the kitchen with a yawn. "It's about time you got down here," Isabella snapped at the brown-haired man.

"Sorry I'm late, sweetness," Kane replied as he took a seat, grinning as his wife's eyes narrowed at the endearment. He was still smiling when her hand hit the back of his head hard enough to have made anyone else see stars.

"Shut up, Kane," she growled, successfully managing to keep her smile hidden. "You're taking those three to school and I'm tending to the twins."

"You always give me the dangerous jobs, sweetness," he replied, earning another hard slap to the back of the head.

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Kim was actually grateful to get to school; she really didn't like listening to Ron ramble on and on about the episode of Fearless Ferret that he'd watched, or what he'd had for breakfast that morning. She liked him, he'd been her first friend ever, but sometimes he was just too weird. He didn't seem happy that they were in different classrooms this year, but the redhead felt a bit relieved at that; she believed that everyone had a right to be weird, but felt that Ron took advantage of the weirdness allowance. When she walked into her classroom behind the teacher and her classmates, she took a seat closer to the back than she usually did since she didn't want to be there today. The fact that she actually knew more stuff than even 8th-graders did really didn't matter to the 5th-grader; she usually liked going to school because she got to be around other kids (she didn't like to broadcast her actual intelligence because other kids already thought she was weird enough as it was). When the teacher came in and introduced herself, she asked the students to stand up and introduce themselves, one at a time. She made them start from one side of the at the front. When it got to her, Kim reluctantly stood and grumpily said, "Kimberly Ann Possible." Then the girl next to her stood up and said, in the same kind of voice, "Naomi Jezebella Go." The redhead found her olive-eyed gaze meeting the emerald-eyed gaze of the other girl. Kim didn't know what was going through the other girl's head, but she knew that she had never seen a girl that looked like her. Sure, she'd seen other girls – and boy, too – that had green eyes and black hair, but this girl was different. Her eyes weren't green but sparkling emerald, and her hair was like a dark and beautiful night.

Naomi, for her part, had a hard time looking away from the olive-eyed gaze of the girl next to her. There was just something about her that made the raven-haired girl want to trust her. She didn't know if it was the open and friendly light in those jade-like eyes, or the way the light from outside made her hair seem like it was made of orange fire, but for the first time in her life Naomi found herself actually wanting to make a friend.

Lunch was a hectic affair, at least to Kim. It seemed like the other kids were more interested in racing to their seats or trying to be first in line at the cafeteria than in actually eating. She had just sat down with the bagged lunch her mom had made her when someone said, "Is this seat taken?" Kim was about to snap at whoever it was when she looked up and saw that is the beautiful girl from before.

"Oh, um, no," Kim said, blushing a bit. "Not at all."

"Good," Naomi replied, setting her tray down and sitting next to the redhead. "Rough morning?"

"Yeah," she agreed, pulling out a sandwich out of her bag. She really needed to tell her mom to stop making her peanut butter and jelly. "I'm Kim."

"Naomi," the raven-haired girl said. "I tried pretending to be sick, 'cause I didn't want to come today."

"I can't do that," her lunch companion said. "My mom's a neurosurgeon, but she's pretty good at telling when someone's really sick or not."

"That's gotta suck."

"It does," Kim admitted, picking at her sandwich before taking a bite.

"My mom's rich," Naomi replied. "Well, actually, both my parents are. We don't live like we're too rich, though, so my mom's always after me about stuff."

"My dad's a rocket scientist, so with Mom being a brain surgeon we have some money, too," the redhead said a little defensively. Naomi chuckled at that, and soon Kim was giggling about it, too, once she thought about how she sounded. "It's my brothers that you have to watch out for. They're only, like, four or five but they get into everything."

"Sounds like my brothers. Well, my younger brothers," the raven-haired girl said. "The twins, anyway."

"I bet they're not as annoying as mine," Kim replied, though she wasn't sure if she was bragging or competing now.

"Oh is that right?" Naomi said with a smirk. "April Fool's Day, this year. Wendell and William switched my shampoo with bleach."

Kim grimaced at that thought and said, "My brothers haven't done anything like that. The tweebs just like to blow things up. They've blown up my hairdryer and my hairbrush."

"They blew up a hairbrush?" the other girl echoed incredulously. "What the hell?"

"Naomi!" Kim scolded.

"What?"

"You said a bad word?"

"Huh?" Naomi was confused.

"You're not supposed to say naughty things like that!" Kim insisted.

"Like what?"

"Oh, forget it!"

"I don't even know what I'm supposed to forget!" Naomi said. "And I call my twins 'tweebs,' too."

"My tweebs have tried to launch my Pandaroo into orbit," the redhead replied, grinning at her new friend.

"What's a Pandaroo?" the raven-haired girl asked.

"It's a Cuddle Buddy. A stuffed toy that's a mix between a panda and a kangaroo."

"Oh," Naomi said. "Huh."

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The two hung out at recess, too. Kim noticed that no one else seemed to want to hang out with Naomi, and she'd even had another girl – brunette whose attitude kinda bothered the redhead – tell her that she shouldn't hang out with weirdos or she'd become a weirdo, too. Kim had called her a meanie and told her to go away if she wasn't going to be nice. Naomi had given her a hug and thanked her for that.

"No one's stood up for me before," she admitted.

"How come? You're nice, and cute, too," Kim said, then blushed when she realized what she'd said.

"You think I'm cute?" Naomi asked, surprised.

"Well, um, no, I mean, yes, I . . . uh," the redhead stammered, blushing even harder. The other girl smiled at her and tried to make her new friend feel better.

"It's okay," she said. "I think you're cute, too." If she hadn't seen it, Naomi wouldn't have believed that anyone could turn that shade of red. She really looks cute when she blushes, she thought. I wonder how often I can make her do that?

"So, what do you like to do for fun?" Naomi asked her.

"Well, um, I like doing math sometimes," Kim admitted. "Stuff that I'm not supposed to be learning in school until I'm in high school."

"Whoa," the raven-haired girl said, impressed. Her first day in the fifth grade, and she'd made a friend who was cute and smart. "So how come you're in fifth grade instead of high school?"

"I don't like showing off how smart I am," the redhead mumbled, looking down at her hands. The two girls were sitting underneath a tree in the playground instead of running around or playing on the equipment like the other kids.

"Why not?" Naomi wanted to know. If she was super smart like that, she'd want to rub it in everyone's face.

"Because everyone makes fun of me," Kim replied, looking at the other girl sadly. "I'm nothing special, and when I act as smart as I really am I get treated like a weirdo or a freak."

"You're very special, Kimmie," the other girl told her, making the redhead blush again. "And anyone who makes fun of you for that is just stupid. You can do anything if you really want to, you know."

"So what do you do for fun?" the redhead said, trying to stop blushing.

"Martial arts," Naomi replied matter-of-factly.

"Spankin'! Me, too!"

"Get out!" the raven-haired girl said excitedly. The two girls started talking about the various styles they both knew, and comparing them to what the other knew. Before they knew it, recess was over. Knowing that they wouldn't see each other until the next school day, the two friends promised each other to meet up before school started tomorrow – and begin bothering their parents about hanging out. When school ended and the they went their separate ways, each felt a little bereft for some reason, but still in a good mood. Kim didn't even mind listening to Ron ramble on about how 'horrible' school was, and other stuff that she actually tuned out. Naomi, for her part, just ignored Harold and Micah on the ride home, a somewhat euphoric smile on her face. What she didn't know was that her genuinely happy expression was freaking her brothers out. Neither girl could wait until the next day of school.

E/N: And that's the first chapter. It was pretty fun to write. This story was actually thought of about a year or so ago, but it wasn't until now that it was able to be started. Van Helsing (aka Talon Earthstone) will be writing the next chapter. So, read and review everyone! :D

And this is Helsing of R2-Helsing (aka Talon Earthstone) saying goodbye and we hope that you enjoyed the chapter. ^_^