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Author: The Humbug

Disclaimer: “Kim Possible” and all characters within © The Walt Disney Company and its related entities. Kim Possible created by Mark McCorkle & Bob Schooley. All rights reserved. No profit is being collected from the fiction contained within. You can blame the rest of this on me.
Rating: PG-13 for combat violence and intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adult females. This should also cover a little harsh language now and then. If this will offend you, please read something else and then seek some professional help.
Summary: This is a Kim/Shego pairing fan fiction and is set in my ‘Who’s Writing This Crap?’ storyline. It is a sequel to ‘A Cookie For Ecclesiastes’ and you really, REALLY need to read that story first. Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible are the creations of NoDrogs. The KP version of The Supreme One as well as the ruined Shego is my idea. WARNING: Some parts are a little dark.

Crumbs / Five

“It’d better not be clones!”

“Shego, calm down.”

“I’m just saying… it’d better not be FREAKING clones!” The tall woman gripped the dashboard in front of her so hard that the vinyl creaked. Kim regarded her spouse carefully from her vantage point behind the wheel and continued to follow the directions that Shego had given her.

“I hate clones!”

“No? Really?”

They had ended the brief but cryptic conversation with their mysterious benefactor and had run upstairs to change; nightclothes and exercise wear had become one long-sleeved Kevlar weave tunic and loose fitting olive drab cargo pants, and one sleek and Global Justice enhanced combat uniform, a harlequin pattern of green and black to match the wearer’s tastes. Kim had only to consider the sitch for a second before she made certain to include one more item of clothing to her ensemble, this one underneath her outfit. When they met at the car they had one more surprise in store for each other.

“What’s in the duffle bags?” Kim had watched Shego exit the garage with each of the large canvas bags under her arms and deposit them in the trunk.

“Just a few things that I saved from the old days.”

“Then… I suppose that I should put this back there, too.” Kim brought out a much smaller satchel and placed it beside the bags before closing the trunk; Shego’s eyes widened but she didn’t ask what was inside. There was a very quick debate over who should drive but the outcome of that argument was inevitable.

“I still say that I’m a better driver, Princess.” Shego glared out at the road and clenched her fists. They had been driving away from town for several minutes.

“I never said that you weren’t.” Kim checked her speed and switched to a dirt road that would take them away from Middleton completely. “It’s just that you’re a little too angry right now and I don’t want you behind the wheel of a car.” This had been less than twenty minutes ago and they were drawing close to their destination. The pair had been silent for most of the drive except for the occasional outburst from Shego. “So who says it has to be clones?” Kim needed to speak but she would approach her question slowly and carefully.

“Well, doy! Who else could know everything we know, huh? That’s what he said, right”

“But how did they get in the house?” Kim began to recognize the landscape; it had been ages since she had been out here to fight Drakken. “We had ‘GJ’ wire the place better than Fort Knox.”

“They must have known the security code!” The older woman had stopped looking outside of the vehicle’s windows; she was starting to recognize the landscape. “I hate clones!”

“So… tell me about this lair.” Kim knew that there was simply no way to ask that question casually. Her wife did not respond right away, wrapping her arms around herself and looking down at her lap. Kim gave her what time she needed to answer the question.

“Soon after we were married, I started to… wonder if I’d made a mistake.” The admission hurt the former villain and she had only one reaction to pain… anger.

“Oh.”

“’Oh’, my ass, Kimmie! This was years ago! The girls were toddlers for crying out loud!” Shego was yelling at her in the confined space of the front seat. “I was being stupid and scared and didn’t know where life was taking me!” Her voice tore and cracked under the strain of her screams. “I loved you but I still had my doubts… about staying together…”

“But you did. Stay, I mean.” It wasn’t a question.

“I’d have never left you.” A strong hand clamped around Kim’s forearm as she steered the car. “I loved you then and I love you a gazillion times more today.”

“And the lair?” Kim had welcomed the change in her wife’s volume and tone; she felt the pain almost as much as did her wife. “What does it have to do with that?”

“Well, it’s like this…” Calm now, emotion spent, Shego sounded like she was describing a trip to the supermarket. “One of the last places that you and the Doc and Stoppable and I had ever fought as enemies was this particular lair, this one just outside of town. You and the buffoon won…”

“Naturally.”

“… BARELY… and Stoppable managed to trash the place in the process. It was a shambles and cited for destruction by the City of Middleton later that year.” She sighed. “I broke into the office of the city engineers and stole the paperwork. With everything else that they had on their plate, the local bureaucracy soon forgot all about it and the lair was left to rot.” She turned to glance out of the window beside her for the first time in several miles. “It’s not very big and it’s ruined and hardly fit for human habitation, but it’s got power and I stocked it with some food and water…”

“When did you go there?”

“There were times that I told you… told you that I had security jobs to do for clients overseas. Most of the time it was true but some times I’d stay at the lair for a day or two. Other times it was just for a few hours.” Shego turned and looked Kim squarely in the face. “Pumpkin, I swear to you that I haven’t been out here in over ten years. I’m sorry now that I lied to you then, but at the time I would never have been able to admit what I was doing to you and… I just needed the place.”

“I forgive you.” It was as simple as that. “What exactly did you need it for?”

“To remind myself of what the old days were like, or to withdraw when the ‘real world’ started to crush in just a little too much.” Shego managed to smile a little. “Suddenly having a life and family and outsiders that give a shit about you can be a little intimidating!”

“The old days, were they better?”

“No, Princess, they weren’t better! Doy!” Shego’s frustration evoked a smile on Kim’s face this time. “But without a reminder of what I’d left, I couldn’t appreciate what I’d gained!” She was silent for a short time and then gestured beyond the windscreen. “We’re here.”

As the car rolled to a stop, Kim recalled the fight that had occurred here that day and how she and Ron and Rufus had first approached the sandy mound that covered the partly underground lair. Shego was right when she said that the lair hadn’t been large; there had been no real habitation quarters for Drakken’s henchmen, just a central chamber and a few smaller cells for storage and the power generator. She also remembered how Shego had fought that day and how her verbal barbs and quips had stung and goaded the young hero.

Kim turned to ask Shego if she was ready but the pale green woman was already out of the car. Feeling oddly alone, Kim got out of the car and gave a careful inspection to her mission gear while her spouse moved around to the rear of the vehicle. She hardly paid any mind to the trunk being popped open but a new sound caught her attention like a steel trap.

“… nnnnnnnnn…” It was coming from the open trunk of the car.

“Shego, is that you?” There was no reply. “Shego?”

“…nnnnnnnnn…”

Kim walked around to the rear of the car and was greeted by a sight that chilled her heart. Shego was sitting down on the dried grass at the rear of the car with her arms wrapped around herself and rocking back and forth. Tears were streaming down her face and she looked up at her startled wife, the black glossed lips apparently being held shut from within by her teeth.

“… nnnnnnnnn…”

“Shego! What’s wrong?” Kim dropped down beside her. “Talk to me!” Strong hands unfolded to grasp at the black tunic and Kim was pulled close, smelling the scent of her wife and feeling the heat of her body. The lips parted but Kim could not hear the words.

“…”

“Shego, what…?”

“… they have my girls…”

“Baby, I know.” The sitch was becoming clearer. “We’re here to get them back, I swear.”

“… someone has my girls, Kimmie…”

“Shego, stand up.” The pale green face reacted in shock to the commanding tone of Kim’s voice. The lithe form stood and hauled the larger woman up to her feet, tiny hands locked around the uniformed shoulders. “I need you to stand up right now.”

“… and I don’t know if… if I can…”

“Don’t give me this ‘I don’t know’ shit.”

“Kim?” The rebuke hit Shego like a fist to her heart.

“I don’t have time for it and I sure as Hell know two little girls who don’t have time for it!” Shorter by several inches, the power in those emerald eyes burned into the matching pair of her partner. “They don’t need their Momma here today… they need that vile, crafty, villainous bitch-witch who almost brought the world to its knees on more than one occasion.” Kim released the taller woman and backed off a little. “If you know where I can find her, please tell her that there’s a mission that needs doing.” Kim leaned against the fender and waited.

It was only moments before something seemed to flare and grow under that green and black uniform, filling the body of her wife with a little of that old hate and bitter anger that made the woman such a deadly force once upon a time. The petite redhead beheld someone that looked disturbingly like the old Shego, and it frightened Kim a little when the pale green face regarded her coldly. There was nothing to do for it but move forward.

“So… what’s in the duffle bags?”

“You’re a little bitch, do you know that?” There was a time when those words and that tone would have put Kim Possible on her guard against a fight for her life.

“Ain’t I something?” Kim breathed easier when her wife turned towards the trunk and bent down over the duffle bags, her expression reading all business; the sitch was improving. Shego untied both bags and up-ended the contents.

“What we have here are your basic phosphorus grenades, three short fuse and three long, six tear gas cartridges and gas masks for all of us, an infrared viewer…”

“Is that a utility belt?”

“… all attached to this utility HARNESS.” Shego’s only other reaction was to reach out and pull her petite spouse tight against her body with her free arm. “We also have electro-shock stunners, gas-propelled tranquilizer darts, laser cutting torch… and this.” Shego held out an unopened can of soda.

“I seriously doubt that they’re clones, baby.”

“Just in case.” She eyed Kim’s much smaller satchel. “And what did you bring to the party, Princess?”

With a frown, Kim reached down and popped open the buckle and folded back the flap of the satchel to withdraw and reveal a compact and impressive looking handgun. The taller woman stood speechless as Kim also removed a holster and proceeded to strap on the weapon. Shego eventually found her voice, but was almost too stunned to speak.

“Pumpkin, you’re packing a roscoe?” She stared at the weapon. “Wait a second… what exactly is that thing?” There was no bore at the end of the barrel and there was no moving slide or visible method of replacing ammunition.

“It’s new from ‘GJ’” Kim didn’t look up at her, keeping both her eyes and her tone low. “It’s a handheld plasma accelerator. It uses wakefield technology and packs quite a punch up to thirty yards.” She handled the weapon naturally. “More than that and the plasma micro-core dissipates too much to be viable.”

“It’s a gun.”

“So?”

“But it’s a gun.” Shego stared at her like she had grown a second head.

“This one was a prototype and they let me have it after they’d perfected the final design.”

“Kimmie, it’s still a gun. You never use guns.” Maybe even a third head and an extra knee.

“It’s a gun and I never use guns but that didn’t stop me from earning the rank of third best marksman at Global Justice.” Kim wasn’t even blushing, her emotions outpacing her body’s ability to react to her feelings. She did match her wife’s stare, however. “They’re my girls, too, and someone’s about to discover that they’ve screwed around with the wrong mom.”

“Ok.” Shego digested this new development as best as she was able. “Then let’s saddle up.” They each checked their equipment one more time and Kim doubled-checked the latches on her spouse’s utility ‘harness’. The distance to the hidden entrance of the lair was just about a hundred yards away but they didn’t immediately move in that direction; instead they skirted the old path and ran through the scrub towards the western face of the barren hill, away from the entrance and the concealed loading bay, back around to wear the slag from the original excavation was piled.

“If they know what we know…” Kim moved like a fox through the vegetation. “Then we’ll just have to make sure that we don’t know what we’re doing.”

“Good plan.” Shego, for her larger size, kept pace with the smaller woman and made hardly any noise at all. “There’s nothing back here that I was ever aware of.” She allowed herself the embarrassing pause to catch her breath, forgivable in her mind because she was nearing forty years of age, and smirked over to the petite redhead. “Third best, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“So?”

“Doc Betty and then Will Du.”

“Which means that you only beat…?”

“Approximately two hundred and fifty other agents and independent operatives.” Kim actually managed to sound dejected. “I can’t even try again until next March.”

“My hero.” Shego reached out and forced Kim to run a little faster if she wanted to avoid getting her butt pinched.

To Be Continued…

Author’s Notes: Saddle up, true believers! Team Possible prepares for WAR!

Description
Crumbs

Author: The Humbug

Disclaimer: “Kim Possible” and all characters within © The Walt Disney Company and its related entities. Kim Possible created by Mark McCorkle & Bob Schooley. All rights reserved. No profit is being collected from the fiction contained within. You can blame the rest of this on me.
Rating: PG-13 for combat violence and intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adult females. This should also cover a little harsh language now and then. If this will offend you, please read something else and then seek some professional help.
Summary: This is a Kim/Shego pairing fan fiction and is set in my ‘Who’s Writing This Crap?’ storyline. It is a sequel to ‘A Cookie For Ecclesiastes’ and you really, REALLY need to read that story first. Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible are the creations of NoDrogs. The KP version of The Supreme One as well as the ruined Shego is my idea. WARNING: Some parts are a little dark.

Crumbs / Five

“It’d better not be clones!”

“Shego, calm down.”

“I’m just saying… it’d better not be FREAKING clones!” The tall woman gripped the dashboard in front of her so hard that the vinyl creaked. Kim regarded her spouse carefully from her vantage point behind the wheel and continued to follow the directions that Shego had given her.

“I hate clones!”

“No? Really?”

They had ended the brief but cryptic conversation with their mysterious benefactor and had run upstairs to change; nightclothes and exercise wear had become one long-sleeved Kevlar weave tunic and loose fitting olive drab cargo pants, and one sleek and Global Justice enhanced combat uniform, a harlequin pattern of green and black to match the wearer’s tastes. Kim had only to consider the sitch for a second before she made certain to include one more item of clothing to her ensemble, this one underneath her outfit. When they met at the car they had one more surprise in store for each other.

“What’s in the duffle bags?” Kim had watched Shego exit the garage with each of the large canvas bags under her arms and deposit them in the trunk.

“Just a few things that I saved from the old days.”

“Then… I suppose that I should put this back there, too.” Kim brought out a much smaller satchel and placed it beside the bags before closing the trunk; Shego’s eyes widened but she didn’t ask what was inside. There was a very quick debate over who should drive but the outcome of that argument was inevitable.

“I still say that I’m a better driver, Princess.” Shego glared out at the road and clenched her fists. They had been driving away from town for several minutes.

“I never said that you weren’t.” Kim checked her speed and switched to a dirt road that would take them away from Middleton completely. “It’s just that you’re a little too angry right now and I don’t want you behind the wheel of a car.” This had been less than twenty minutes ago and they were drawing close to their destination. The pair had been silent for most of the drive except for the occasional outburst from Shego. “So who says it has to be clones?” Kim needed to speak but she would approach her question slowly and carefully.

“Well, doy! Who else could know everything we know, huh? That’s what he said, right”

“But how did they get in the house?” Kim began to recognize the landscape; it had been ages since she had been out here to fight Drakken. “We had ‘GJ’ wire the place better than Fort Knox.”

“They must have known the security code!” The older woman had stopped looking outside of the vehicle’s windows; she was starting to recognize the landscape. “I hate clones!”

“So… tell me about this lair.” Kim knew that there was simply no way to ask that question casually. Her wife did not respond right away, wrapping her arms around herself and looking down at her lap. Kim gave her what time she needed to answer the question.

“Soon after we were married, I started to… wonder if I’d made a mistake.” The admission hurt the former villain and she had only one reaction to pain… anger.

“Oh.”

“’Oh’, my ass, Kimmie! This was years ago! The girls were toddlers for crying out loud!” Shego was yelling at her in the confined space of the front seat. “I was being stupid and scared and didn’t know where life was taking me!” Her voice tore and cracked under the strain of her screams. “I loved you but I still had my doubts… about staying together…”

“But you did. Stay, I mean.” It wasn’t a question.

“I’d have never left you.” A strong hand clamped around Kim’s forearm as she steered the car. “I loved you then and I love you a gazillion times more today.”

“And the lair?” Kim had welcomed the change in her wife’s volume and tone; she felt the pain almost as much as did her wife. “What does it have to do with that?”

“Well, it’s like this…” Calm now, emotion spent, Shego sounded like she was describing a trip to the supermarket. “One of the last places that you and the Doc and Stoppable and I had ever fought as enemies was this particular lair, this one just outside of town. You and the buffoon won…”

“Naturally.”

“… BARELY… and Stoppable managed to trash the place in the process. It was a shambles and cited for destruction by the City of Middleton later that year.” She sighed. “I broke into the office of the city engineers and stole the paperwork. With everything else that they had on their plate, the local bureaucracy soon forgot all about it and the lair was left to rot.” She turned to glance out of the window beside her for the first time in several miles. “It’s not very big and it’s ruined and hardly fit for human habitation, but it’s got power and I stocked it with some food and water…”

“When did you go there?”

“There were times that I told you… told you that I had security jobs to do for clients overseas. Most of the time it was true but some times I’d stay at the lair for a day or two. Other times it was just for a few hours.” Shego turned and looked Kim squarely in the face. “Pumpkin, I swear to you that I haven’t been out here in over ten years. I’m sorry now that I lied to you then, but at the time I would never have been able to admit what I was doing to you and… I just needed the place.”

“I forgive you.” It was as simple as that. “What exactly did you need it for?”

“To remind myself of what the old days were like, or to withdraw when the ‘real world’ started to crush in just a little too much.” Shego managed to smile a little. “Suddenly having a life and family and outsiders that give a shit about you can be a little intimidating!”

“The old days, were they better?”

“No, Princess, they weren’t better! Doy!” Shego’s frustration evoked a smile on Kim’s face this time. “But without a reminder of what I’d left, I couldn’t appreciate what I’d gained!” She was silent for a short time and then gestured beyond the windscreen. “We’re here.”

As the car rolled to a stop, Kim recalled the fight that had occurred here that day and how she and Ron and Rufus had first approached the sandy mound that covered the partly underground lair. Shego was right when she said that the lair hadn’t been large; there had been no real habitation quarters for Drakken’s henchmen, just a central chamber and a few smaller cells for storage and the power generator. She also remembered how Shego had fought that day and how her verbal barbs and quips had stung and goaded the young hero.

Kim turned to ask Shego if she was ready but the pale green woman was already out of the car. Feeling oddly alone, Kim got out of the car and gave a careful inspection to her mission gear while her spouse moved around to the rear of the vehicle. She hardly paid any mind to the trunk being popped open but a new sound caught her attention like a steel trap.

“… nnnnnnnnn…” It was coming from the open trunk of the car.

“Shego, is that you?” There was no reply. “Shego?”

“…nnnnnnnnn…”

Kim walked around to the rear of the car and was greeted by a sight that chilled her heart. Shego was sitting down on the dried grass at the rear of the car with her arms wrapped around herself and rocking back and forth. Tears were streaming down her face and she looked up at her startled wife, the black glossed lips apparently being held shut from within by her teeth.

“… nnnnnnnnn…”

“Shego! What’s wrong?” Kim dropped down beside her. “Talk to me!” Strong hands unfolded to grasp at the black tunic and Kim was pulled close, smelling the scent of her wife and feeling the heat of her body. The lips parted but Kim could not hear the words.

“…”

“Shego, what…?”

“… they have my girls…”

“Baby, I know.” The sitch was becoming clearer. “We’re here to get them back, I swear.”

“… someone has my girls, Kimmie…”

“Shego, stand up.” The pale green face reacted in shock to the commanding tone of Kim’s voice. The lithe form stood and hauled the larger woman up to her feet, tiny hands locked around the uniformed shoulders. “I need you to stand up right now.”

“… and I don’t know if… if I can…”

“Don’t give me this ‘I don’t know’ shit.”

“Kim?” The rebuke hit Shego like a fist to her heart.

“I don’t have time for it and I sure as Hell know two little girls who don’t have time for it!” Shorter by several inches, the power in those emerald eyes burned into the matching pair of her partner. “They don’t need their Momma here today… they need that vile, crafty, villainous bitch-witch who almost brought the world to its knees on more than one occasion.” Kim released the taller woman and backed off a little. “If you know where I can find her, please tell her that there’s a mission that needs doing.” Kim leaned against the fender and waited.

It was only moments before something seemed to flare and grow under that green and black uniform, filling the body of her wife with a little of that old hate and bitter anger that made the woman such a deadly force once upon a time. The petite redhead beheld someone that looked disturbingly like the old Shego, and it frightened Kim a little when the pale green face regarded her coldly. There was nothing to do for it but move forward.

“So… what’s in the duffle bags?”

“You’re a little bitch, do you know that?” There was a time when those words and that tone would have put Kim Possible on her guard against a fight for her life.

“Ain’t I something?” Kim breathed easier when her wife turned towards the trunk and bent down over the duffle bags, her expression reading all business; the sitch was improving. Shego untied both bags and up-ended the contents.

“What we have here are your basic phosphorus grenades, three short fuse and three long, six tear gas cartridges and gas masks for all of us, an infrared viewer…”

“Is that a utility belt?”

“… all attached to this utility HARNESS.” Shego’s only other reaction was to reach out and pull her petite spouse tight against her body with her free arm. “We also have electro-shock stunners, gas-propelled tranquilizer darts, laser cutting torch… and this.” Shego held out an unopened can of soda.

“I seriously doubt that they’re clones, baby.”

“Just in case.” She eyed Kim’s much smaller satchel. “And what did you bring to the party, Princess?”

With a frown, Kim reached down and popped open the buckle and folded back the flap of the satchel to withdraw and reveal a compact and impressive looking handgun. The taller woman stood speechless as Kim also removed a holster and proceeded to strap on the weapon. Shego eventually found her voice, but was almost too stunned to speak.

“Pumpkin, you’re packing a roscoe?” She stared at the weapon. “Wait a second… what exactly is that thing?” There was no bore at the end of the barrel and there was no moving slide or visible method of replacing ammunition.

“It’s new from ‘GJ’” Kim didn’t look up at her, keeping both her eyes and her tone low. “It’s a handheld plasma accelerator. It uses wakefield technology and packs quite a punch up to thirty yards.” She handled the weapon naturally. “More than that and the plasma micro-core dissipates too much to be viable.”

“It’s a gun.”

“So?”

“But it’s a gun.” Shego stared at her like she had grown a second head.

“This one was a prototype and they let me have it after they’d perfected the final design.”

“Kimmie, it’s still a gun. You never use guns.” Maybe even a third head and an extra knee.

“It’s a gun and I never use guns but that didn’t stop me from earning the rank of third best marksman at Global Justice.” Kim wasn’t even blushing, her emotions outpacing her body’s ability to react to her feelings. She did match her wife’s stare, however. “They’re my girls, too, and someone’s about to discover that they’ve screwed around with the wrong mom.”

“Ok.” Shego digested this new development as best as she was able. “Then let’s saddle up.” They each checked their equipment one more time and Kim doubled-checked the latches on her spouse’s utility ‘harness’. The distance to the hidden entrance of the lair was just about a hundred yards away but they didn’t immediately move in that direction; instead they skirted the old path and ran through the scrub towards the western face of the barren hill, away from the entrance and the concealed loading bay, back around to wear the slag from the original excavation was piled.

“If they know what we know…” Kim moved like a fox through the vegetation. “Then we’ll just have to make sure that we don’t know what we’re doing.”

“Good plan.” Shego, for her larger size, kept pace with the smaller woman and made hardly any noise at all. “There’s nothing back here that I was ever aware of.” She allowed herself the embarrassing pause to catch her breath, forgivable in her mind because she was nearing forty years of age, and smirked over to the petite redhead. “Third best, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“So?”

“Doc Betty and then Will Du.”

“Which means that you only beat…?”

“Approximately two hundred and fifty other agents and independent operatives.” Kim actually managed to sound dejected. “I can’t even try again until next March.”

“My hero.” Shego reached out and forced Kim to run a little faster if she wanted to avoid getting her butt pinched.

To Be Continued…

Author’s Notes: Saddle up, true believers! Team Possible prepares for WAR!