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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 / Three

Kim made the normal circuit around the ground floor, locking doors and making sure that windows were fastened. As she punched in the security locking codes to the front and rear doors she realized that Kasy had just been calling her ‘Mom’. She also realized that she didn’t quite care for it. Her daughters might be getting a little too old to call her ‘Mommy’ and she realized how much she might miss that. She sighed and turned to the living room where the final task of the night awaited her.

“Shego, it’s time for bed.”

“…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…”

“Shego, it’s late and I’m so not in the mood to carry you.”

“… zzzzmmhwu… Nah, Doc, the ropes are tight… she’s not getting away… zzzzzzz…” Intrigued in spite of herself, Kim sat on the arm of the couch to listen. “… trust me, Doc … zzzzzzzz… lemon curd will neutralize her homing beacon …zzzzzzzz… so I’ll slather it on her real thick …zzzzzzzzzzz... heh …”

What is it with my woman and lemon curd? Kim blushed a little and made a mental note to add that to her shopping list. Bitten by the curiosity bug, the slender redhead leaned in close and whispered into the perfectly former green ear.

“Do you expect me to talk?” Even asleep her wife did not disappoint.

“… zzzzzzz… no, Miss Possible, I expect you to squeal!… zzzzzzz…”

Oh, so that’s how it is, hmm? Kim needed only a few seconds to think of the perfect words and only a few seconds more to know how she needed to make them sound.

“SHEGO! My doomsday machine is nearly ready and DAMN, that outfit makes your ass look fat!” In the past several years, Kim Possible had found that she had a knack for imitation. Her Senor Senior Senior needed a little work but her Drakken was down pat.

“Ghaa!” Up from the couch and both fists bursting into full plasma emission, the mighty Shego blinked the sleep from her eyes and looked around in confusion. She didn’t seem to recognize anything until she noticed her spouse giggling at her. “Kimmie? What the Hell…?” Shego spun around a few times, hands still emitting green death. “What happened? Where’s Drakken?”

“Nowhere, Shego. Come on, let’s get to bed.” Kim chuckled as she led the way upstairs to the master bedroom. Her addled wife blinked and looked around the living room a few more times before following. By the time she made it upstairs to their room, Shego grinned to see her Princess already out of her clothes and scratching at her hip as she prepared for bed.

“What’s the matter, Pumpkin? Got an itch?” She smirked. “Can I scratch it for you?”

“Oh, it’s nothing…” Kim replied in a singsong tone. “Just my old sub-dermal implant. The frequency of the transponder irritates me sometimes.”

“Why don’t you ask ‘GJ’ to remove it for you?” Shego let herself get an eyeful of her angel as the slender woman turned and posed while brushing her teeth in their bathroom. Shego could barely wait and was ready to drag her mate to bed when Kim finished up and saved her the trouble.

“Oh, it’s not important. And besides…” Kim slipped her body under the covers and sidled up against Shego. “I have it on good authority that a liberal application of lemon curd will dampen the signals of a sub-dermal implant.” Turning down the bed, Shego wondered why that sounded so familiar when she caught sight of something blue and white hanging in the closet. She moved closer and made certain that she was right in her recollections before drawing her wife’s attention to it.

“This is the suit, isn’t it?” She felt the tight weave of the highly technological battle suit between her fingers.

“Yeah…” Kim stared at the suit before her face turned pink and she returned to the bathroom to rinse. The taller woman followed her to the doorway.

“Has it been here all this time and I’ve never seen it?” The pale woman leaned against the jamb. “It hasn’t, has it?” She waited patiently while Kim finished using the sink.

“No, I had it packed away but brought it out so that I could take it in for Wade to run a diagnostic…” Kim walked out and didn’t make eye contact as she located her nightclothes. “It’s been a few years and he wanted to make certain that all of the ergonomic sensors were functioning.”

“So why haven’t you used it?”

“Because… because I was afraid that you might be upset at seeing it. I’m not proud at my behavior that night in the rain at the antenna.”

“Uh, huh. Right. What to try again?”

“Well, Ok. The real reason is that I was afraid that you’d think I was weak if I always relied on that suit… that I’d lose my skills by becoming too dependent on it.”

“Kimmie, it’s called lying. If you’re going to do it, learn to do it right, please.” Shego smirked. “Those reasons sound nice but they’re pure bullshit and you know it. You’ve kept that thing in mothballs long after we’ve been together and Team Possible could’ve really used that edge a few times. Now tell me, what’s the real reason?”

“It doesn’t fit.” Kim blushed deeper, if that were possible, and sighed.

“Excuse me?”

“I said that it doesn’t fit, Ok?” Kim huffed in embarrassment.

“What, is it too loose?”

“No.”

“Too tight? Where” Shego looked her petite wife up and down. “Too many burritos?”

“No!”

“Too much junk in the trunk?”

“NO!”

“Well, Pumpkin, I’d swear that you probably weigh the same damn thing that you did when we first met so I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“It’s too tight across the… across my… THESE!” Kim waved her right hand over her chest.

Shego caught herself before the smirk could appear and adopted the look of a proud parent, hands clasped before her and eyes wet.

“Our little Kimmie is becoming a woman!” Out came the smirk. “It’s only taken you, what, sixteen years to go from ‘B’ to ‘C’?”

“GHAA!”

Kim Possible, with only one full stride for impetus, flipped into the air and plowed into the larger woman, driving her hard against the mattress. Shego suddenly found herself locked in the iron grip of justice and her exclamation of surprise muffled by something soft and warm and one of a matching pair. She kissed it lightly as the sitch became clearer.

“So is this going to be another ‘I’m taking you in, but first’, or something out of those fanfics I showed you the other day?”

“Hush, Shego, and don’t try to move… you’ll aggravate your wounds and then we’ll never survive long enough to be rescued!” Kim was hot against her. “I’ll keep you warm until help arrives.”

Shego smiled; she liked this one.

“Oh, Kimmie, in case I don’t make it… cough… I need to tell you how I really feel about you…”

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The girls had talked for a few minutes, the adrenalin from Kasy’s ‘ghost’ giving them a little boost, but they quickly lost the battle to stay awake and had been fast asleep for some time. Kasy had finally convinced herself that she had overreacted to something far less extraordinary than a ghost. She’d likely seen a shadow or a reflection in the glass or something equally mundane but certainly nothing that warranted hysterics.

The bedroom door slowly opened just as it had done for many a night and a slender figure strode into the twins’ room and took a seat on Kasy’s empty bed; moments later the door was closed, blocking the meager light from the hallway. In and of itself this was not an unusual occurrence; night terrors and even the occasional bad dream had prompted many a nocturnal visit from their parents and the girls had pleasant memories of waking to see either Mommy or Momma seated on one bed or the other, or even in the old rocking chair still kept in their room, watching over them.

Sheki wasn’t sleeping as soundly as her twin; the extra body heat in the bed made the girl feel so warm that she awoke within a short time to remove her blanket. Kasy was out like a light and didn’t stir except to continue her evenly paced breaths but it was Sheki that peered across the room and with bleary eyes noticed the familiar shape watching them.

“Mommy?”

“Hush, baby, it’s Ok.” It was her Mommy’s voice, to be sure. Sheki was glad that her mother was there, making her feel loved and cherished by the woman’s presence. The room was far too dark to see clearly, but the faint glint of light from the streetlamp outside shone through the woman’s red hair and her lithe form was comforting and secure.

“… love you, Mom…” Sheki curled against her sister, already starting to fall back to sleep. The woman on the bed stood and moved close, kneeling to look the child in the face.

“And we love you too, sweetheart, your Momma and I.” There was movement in the room behind the speaker as something congealed out of the darkness. It was tall and thin and so white as to almost glow with an inner light, not of heat and life but of cold lichens within a dank cellar. The newcomer’s eyes glowed as well, a brilliant emerald identical to those of the speaker. The eyes became less distinct as the second figure shambled out of Sheki’s line of sight and moved to the opposite side of her narrow bed.

“We always knew that we would find you one day, no matter what.” The speaker sounded happy, sounded satisfied. Sheki was too tired to make any sense of the words but the tone struck her young mind as being very odd.

“Mommy…?” She forced herself to stay awake, gently tugging at Kasy to wake her up, too. Where had the other figure gone, the one that moved funny?

“And we’ll never let them take you away from us again, I promise.”

Kasy never did awaken fully and Sheki was conscious just long enough to sense the hidden figure behind her draw closer and press something sharp and cold against her neck; her head sagged back down onto her pillow as five short needles sank into her flesh and a powerful narcotic entered her system.

“Never again.”

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Time Centre was nothing but nachos and elbows as Rufus 3000 and Rufus 2704 recalibrated the chrono-viewer for what seemed like the hundredth time. Events had been unfolding on the enormous display, terrible events that brought much pain and now they were desperate to see that the time sequence was repaired.

“And I’m telling you that we MUST break through the barrier to warn them of what has transpired!” The senior member of the company was pressing an argument that everyone else agreed with heartily but was failing to find away to accomplish. He threw down the tool that he had been using for the past several hours and stalked away from the partially disassembled machine. The others scattered away, unable to assist or console him. “We would be failing in our eternal promise to protect humans, especially these humans, the greatest heroes of our people and the friends of ‘The Almighty Ron’!”

“Sir, we know that!” Rufus 2704 was at a complete loss. “But the time-quake has made travel to that period impossible due to the foldback incursion! We haven’t the power to pierce the timestream and establish a portal.” He followed his compatriot, making a slight detour to snag a tray of hot, cheesy nachos from a nearby worktable. “Unless we can repair the damage to the chronometric flow, we’ll remain almost powerless, and…”

“And we need more power than we have to repair the damage, yes, I know, I know! We must get word to them somehow… warn them…” Rufus 3000 was muttering to himself in fugue of emotions. His subordinate approached him and offered the tray. “No, thank you, I… don’t want any nachos right now.” A collective gasp raced through Time Centre; their leader might as well have suggested mass suicide.

Rufus 2704 slowly set down the tray, his paw shaking too badly to do much else. Carefully walking around to face his superior, he grabbed the fellow naked mole rat across his hairless shoulders and slapped Rufus 3000 across the face.

“Damn it, sir, get a grip on yourself! Now is not the time to lose all hope! You must do something! There’s always the fabled ‘Power Of Imagination’!” He released his grip to see what would happen but Rufus 3000 simply sat right down on the floor and didn’t move.

“I… got nothing…” Rufus 3000 stared down at the floor. Sighing despondently and leaving the tray behind, Rufus 2704 returned to the futile task of performing a miracle of science and the others, with many a backward glance, returned to their labors.

The zesty scent of the cheese eventually wafted up to the nose of the despondent figure; a whisker twitched and he glanced down at the tray.

“Hey, I have an idea!” Rufus 3000 lifted a nacho to his mouth and ate it. “Bring forth… the Kigophone!” Moments later, several of the rodents returned bearing a hybrid device on a wheeled cart. A merging of two ancient pieces of technology, an original Kimmunicator and one of the later models of Shegophone, the communications tool was their greatest hope.

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Shego found herself alone when she came downstairs in her never-ending quest for morning coffee. Since the bed had been empty, it was likely that her Princess was out for her usual run but that didn’t explain the absence of her girls. Saturday usually meant a morning with her daughters, something that the former villain relished dearly. The silence in the house told her that her girls were already out. It wasn’t long before Kim returned, glistening and ruddy as expected.

“Hey, beautiful.” Kim glided over and leaned in to accept the proffered kiss from the pale green woman.

“Good morning, baby. Sleep well?”

“Like the dead…” Shego hadn’t been to the shower yet and she ran her fingers through her mass of unkempt hair to get it away from her face. “Kimmie, we have to talk about this new habit of yours.” She wore a look of uneasy frustration.

“What habit would that be?”

“Oh, I think that you know which one!” Shego’s voice became nasally when she pinched her fingers over her nose. “It’s the gross one!”

“Shego, shush!” Kim blushed a little but her grin was wide. “You’ll wake the girls.”

“Don’t change the subject!” Shego’s pale green face wrinkled in disgust. “Your new name is ‘Stinky Possible’. I’m going to tell your Mother about this!”

“Who do you think gave me the idea? She did it to Dad all of the time… probably still does.” Kim giggled and walked to the counter to pour some hot tea.

“You nasty!” Shego glared after her former enemy as if never having seen the real Kim Possible before. She settled for drinking half of her coffee in one swallow. “Have you seen the girls?”

“No, they were already gone when I woke up.”

“Gone? Gone where?”

“Well… they told me last night that they’d wanted to get out early this morning.” Kim had forgotten to think of a convincing story to tell her mate and she wasn’t going to lie. “Shego, what did you think about my cheerleading days?”

“From when you were at school?”

“Yes.” Kim sipped the hot beverage.

“I thought you looked damn hot in the little uniform.” She appraised the slender woman’s trim form. “You still do.”

Nuts, that was not the answer that Kim wanted to hear… well, not exactly.

“Ok, what about the other cheerleaders? How did you feel about them?”

“I just wanted my Princess, otherwise I couldn’t give a tinker’s dam.” The pale green woman cocked an eyebrow. What was her angel getting at?

“Why?”

Kim refreshed her tea and sat down.

“Well, I kind-a, sort-a, maybe…” The younger woman started blushing.

“Kimmie…”

“I told the girls that they could attend cheerleader try-outs at Middleton High School this morning.”

“Oh. Well, I guess… you did WHAT?” If the demand for clarification had been punctuated with a flaming plasma strike, Kim would not have been the least bit surprised.

“Shego, they told me last night that they really wanted to go out for cheerleading this year. I promised that I would discuss it with you…”

“Yeah, and you were planning to discuss it with me after you’d already given them permission to go?” The older woman was incredulous. “What happened to, “oh yes, we’ll share the decisions about the girls’ and ‘we’ll talk about things first’, huh?”

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t see the harm.”

“’Didn’t see the harm’, she says!” Shego glared at her. “They’re only thirteen, for crying out loud! They’re too young to be parading around like little sluts!”

“Ok, first of all, I was thirteen when I joined the junior varsity and I was performing my first mission when I was fourteen. I think that they’re old enough to be cheerleaders.” Kim kept her voice measured and calm; she would be the voice of reason this morning, it seemed. “And second of all, they’re not ‘little sluts’… they’re our daughters and if you think ‘parading around’ in front of hundreds of students, parents and teachers makes them ‘sluts’ then what did that make me?”

“First of all, Pumpkin, don’t forget that you had me ogling you behind your back when you were fourteen! I don’t want my girls ogled at this age, that age, or ANY age! They’re still babies! And I hate to tell you this, Kimmie, but you WERE a slut!”

“Really?” Kim did her best to stay serious; Shego was madder than Kim had seen in some time, and she didn’t want to rile her spouse any more than she already was. “I was a slut? Bonnie was a cheerleader, did that make her a slut?”

“Biggest slut of all, after you…” The taller woman spun away and sat glaring into a corner with her arms crossed. Kim knew that her wife didn’t mean that, no matter how angry she was. Bonnie was their good friend and even if Shego were mad enough to call Kim a slut, she would never have said that about Bon-Bon.

“Shego, they’re smart girls and you were present at ‘The Talk’. You were the one that scared the daylights out of them and probably increased their chances of entering a Nunnery by ten percent.” Kim saw that Shego was taking this in even is gave all the appearance of ignoring her younger wife. “You are I were a special case. I trust that our girls didn’t need to hear, ‘Watch out for any over-eager boys AND also for any female super villains that just want to get you in the sack’.”

“THAT’S NOT FAIR!” Shego was stung by the implication. “I never… it wasn’t like that!” A pale arm shot out and jabbed a long finger at the redhead. “You know DAMN WELL how many it takes to Tango, sweetheart!”

“You’re right, and I’m sorry.” Kim needed to keep this from degrading into a brawl so she had to make a point, and make it quickly. “There was time to have discussed this with you last night before we went to sleep but I didn’t think of it.” She took the plunge. “I guess that since that genie is out of the bottle, they’ll be talking to boys and going out on dates.”

“Kim, stop it. It’s not a joke.” Shego’s mouth was a hard line.

“Dances, that’s another thing. They’ll probably get invitations to dances, now.”

“Cut it out, I’m warning you!”

“And then they might start drinking. Or worse… drugs.” Kim knew the risk she was taking with her next comment. “I should also stop by the family clinic and…”

Shego was up and actually leapt across the kitchen table, robe streaming behind her like a cape, to grab Kim and haul her out of her chair to slam her against the opposite wall and hold her several inches off the floor. Kim didn’t resist.

“What is WRONG with you? Those are MY girls you’re talking about! They’re good girls and they’re smart and just because they want to cheer is NOT going to make them… make them…”

“Sluts?” Kim matched her mate stare for stare. Shego was breathing heavily and when she’d finally calmed down a little she simply released her wife and let Kim drop down onto the soles of her feet.

“I’m still angry with you, so this is not over, Ok?”

“That’s fair.” Kim rubbed the back of her head, massaging away the pain from where she struck the wall. “I really am sorry that I left you out of the decision.” Kim lifted gaze and saw it as a good sign when Shego didn’t look away. “How about this… when the girls get back around lunch time we talk to them about some big girl stuff. Would that be a good idea?”

“No.” Shego walked out of the kitchen and called back over her shoulder. “Call them now. Make a lunch date at Bueno Nacho and we’ll meet them there.” Encouraged by Shego’s insistence, Kim reached for the phone and performed a ‘quick-dial’ of her daughters’ shared cellular telephone. Feeling foolish at her error in judgment but vindicated by her argument, she listened to the electronic ringing for a while before she realized that this wasn’t right.

Why didn’t the girls answer? Before the wireless network could offer to take her recorded message, she ended the call and dialed again. When the ringing recommenced, puzzlement became concern as she saw Shego return to the kitchen holding a buzzing cell phone in her hand and a confused look on her pale green face. It was the girls’ phone.

“Where?”

“In the hall. They…”

“… never leave without it.” Kim hung up the telephone and calmly reached for the contact number listing she kept of her daughters’ friends and their parents. Shego could see that her angel was fighting against that natural fear that all parents felt and silently moved beside the petite redhead and sat down next to her; the anger from their discussion had evaporated.

“Hey, Kimmie, they’re Ok, I’m sure. They just forgot the thing, that’s all.”

“Our girls? Please… every time they leave the house they pretend it’s a mission.” Her hand shook slightly, the only obvious sign of her anxiety. “They even refer to their cell phone as their own Kimmunicator.”

As if on cue, every Kimmunicator, Shegophone and telephone in the house began to chime.

To Be Continued…

Author’s Notes: Suspense! A little cliffhanger AND the briefest of reintroductions of my two darkest conceptualizations; you’ll have to wait a bit longer for a better look.

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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 / Three

Kim made the normal circuit around the ground floor, locking doors and making sure that windows were fastened. As she punched in the security locking codes to the front and rear doors she realized that Kasy had just been calling her ‘Mom’. She also realized that she didn’t quite care for it. Her daughters might be getting a little too old to call her ‘Mommy’ and she realized how much she might miss that. She sighed and turned to the living room where the final task of the night awaited her.

“Shego, it’s time for bed.”

“…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…”

“Shego, it’s late and I’m so not in the mood to carry you.”

“… zzzzmmhwu… Nah, Doc, the ropes are tight… she’s not getting away… zzzzzzz…” Intrigued in spite of herself, Kim sat on the arm of the couch to listen. “… trust me, Doc … zzzzzzzz… lemon curd will neutralize her homing beacon …zzzzzzzz… so I’ll slather it on her real thick …zzzzzzzzzzz... heh …”

What is it with my woman and lemon curd? Kim blushed a little and made a mental note to add that to her shopping list. Bitten by the curiosity bug, the slender redhead leaned in close and whispered into the perfectly former green ear.

“Do you expect me to talk?” Even asleep her wife did not disappoint.

“… zzzzzzz… no, Miss Possible, I expect you to squeal!… zzzzzzz…”

Oh, so that’s how it is, hmm? Kim needed only a few seconds to think of the perfect words and only a few seconds more to know how she needed to make them sound.

“SHEGO! My doomsday machine is nearly ready and DAMN, that outfit makes your ass look fat!” In the past several years, Kim Possible had found that she had a knack for imitation. Her Senor Senior Senior needed a little work but her Drakken was down pat.

“Ghaa!” Up from the couch and both fists bursting into full plasma emission, the mighty Shego blinked the sleep from her eyes and looked around in confusion. She didn’t seem to recognize anything until she noticed her spouse giggling at her. “Kimmie? What the Hell…?” Shego spun around a few times, hands still emitting green death. “What happened? Where’s Drakken?”

“Nowhere, Shego. Come on, let’s get to bed.” Kim chuckled as she led the way upstairs to the master bedroom. Her addled wife blinked and looked around the living room a few more times before following. By the time she made it upstairs to their room, Shego grinned to see her Princess already out of her clothes and scratching at her hip as she prepared for bed.

“What’s the matter, Pumpkin? Got an itch?” She smirked. “Can I scratch it for you?”

“Oh, it’s nothing…” Kim replied in a singsong tone. “Just my old sub-dermal implant. The frequency of the transponder irritates me sometimes.”

“Why don’t you ask ‘GJ’ to remove it for you?” Shego let herself get an eyeful of her angel as the slender woman turned and posed while brushing her teeth in their bathroom. Shego could barely wait and was ready to drag her mate to bed when Kim finished up and saved her the trouble.

“Oh, it’s not important. And besides…” Kim slipped her body under the covers and sidled up against Shego. “I have it on good authority that a liberal application of lemon curd will dampen the signals of a sub-dermal implant.” Turning down the bed, Shego wondered why that sounded so familiar when she caught sight of something blue and white hanging in the closet. She moved closer and made certain that she was right in her recollections before drawing her wife’s attention to it.

“This is the suit, isn’t it?” She felt the tight weave of the highly technological battle suit between her fingers.

“Yeah…” Kim stared at the suit before her face turned pink and she returned to the bathroom to rinse. The taller woman followed her to the doorway.

“Has it been here all this time and I’ve never seen it?” The pale woman leaned against the jamb. “It hasn’t, has it?” She waited patiently while Kim finished using the sink.

“No, I had it packed away but brought it out so that I could take it in for Wade to run a diagnostic…” Kim walked out and didn’t make eye contact as she located her nightclothes. “It’s been a few years and he wanted to make certain that all of the ergonomic sensors were functioning.”

“So why haven’t you used it?”

“Because… because I was afraid that you might be upset at seeing it. I’m not proud at my behavior that night in the rain at the antenna.”

“Uh, huh. Right. What to try again?”

“Well, Ok. The real reason is that I was afraid that you’d think I was weak if I always relied on that suit… that I’d lose my skills by becoming too dependent on it.”

“Kimmie, it’s called lying. If you’re going to do it, learn to do it right, please.” Shego smirked. “Those reasons sound nice but they’re pure bullshit and you know it. You’ve kept that thing in mothballs long after we’ve been together and Team Possible could’ve really used that edge a few times. Now tell me, what’s the real reason?”

“It doesn’t fit.” Kim blushed deeper, if that were possible, and sighed.

“Excuse me?”

“I said that it doesn’t fit, Ok?” Kim huffed in embarrassment.

“What, is it too loose?”

“No.”

“Too tight? Where” Shego looked her petite wife up and down. “Too many burritos?”

“No!”

“Too much junk in the trunk?”

“NO!”

“Well, Pumpkin, I’d swear that you probably weigh the same damn thing that you did when we first met so I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“It’s too tight across the… across my… THESE!” Kim waved her right hand over her chest.

Shego caught herself before the smirk could appear and adopted the look of a proud parent, hands clasped before her and eyes wet.

“Our little Kimmie is becoming a woman!” Out came the smirk. “It’s only taken you, what, sixteen years to go from ‘B’ to ‘C’?”

“GHAA!”

Kim Possible, with only one full stride for impetus, flipped into the air and plowed into the larger woman, driving her hard against the mattress. Shego suddenly found herself locked in the iron grip of justice and her exclamation of surprise muffled by something soft and warm and one of a matching pair. She kissed it lightly as the sitch became clearer.

“So is this going to be another ‘I’m taking you in, but first’, or something out of those fanfics I showed you the other day?”

“Hush, Shego, and don’t try to move… you’ll aggravate your wounds and then we’ll never survive long enough to be rescued!” Kim was hot against her. “I’ll keep you warm until help arrives.”

Shego smiled; she liked this one.

“Oh, Kimmie, in case I don’t make it… cough… I need to tell you how I really feel about you…”

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The girls had talked for a few minutes, the adrenalin from Kasy’s ‘ghost’ giving them a little boost, but they quickly lost the battle to stay awake and had been fast asleep for some time. Kasy had finally convinced herself that she had overreacted to something far less extraordinary than a ghost. She’d likely seen a shadow or a reflection in the glass or something equally mundane but certainly nothing that warranted hysterics.

The bedroom door slowly opened just as it had done for many a night and a slender figure strode into the twins’ room and took a seat on Kasy’s empty bed; moments later the door was closed, blocking the meager light from the hallway. In and of itself this was not an unusual occurrence; night terrors and even the occasional bad dream had prompted many a nocturnal visit from their parents and the girls had pleasant memories of waking to see either Mommy or Momma seated on one bed or the other, or even in the old rocking chair still kept in their room, watching over them.

Sheki wasn’t sleeping as soundly as her twin; the extra body heat in the bed made the girl feel so warm that she awoke within a short time to remove her blanket. Kasy was out like a light and didn’t stir except to continue her evenly paced breaths but it was Sheki that peered across the room and with bleary eyes noticed the familiar shape watching them.

“Mommy?”

“Hush, baby, it’s Ok.” It was her Mommy’s voice, to be sure. Sheki was glad that her mother was there, making her feel loved and cherished by the woman’s presence. The room was far too dark to see clearly, but the faint glint of light from the streetlamp outside shone through the woman’s red hair and her lithe form was comforting and secure.

“… love you, Mom…” Sheki curled against her sister, already starting to fall back to sleep. The woman on the bed stood and moved close, kneeling to look the child in the face.

“And we love you too, sweetheart, your Momma and I.” There was movement in the room behind the speaker as something congealed out of the darkness. It was tall and thin and so white as to almost glow with an inner light, not of heat and life but of cold lichens within a dank cellar. The newcomer’s eyes glowed as well, a brilliant emerald identical to those of the speaker. The eyes became less distinct as the second figure shambled out of Sheki’s line of sight and moved to the opposite side of her narrow bed.

“We always knew that we would find you one day, no matter what.” The speaker sounded happy, sounded satisfied. Sheki was too tired to make any sense of the words but the tone struck her young mind as being very odd.

“Mommy…?” She forced herself to stay awake, gently tugging at Kasy to wake her up, too. Where had the other figure gone, the one that moved funny?

“And we’ll never let them take you away from us again, I promise.”

Kasy never did awaken fully and Sheki was conscious just long enough to sense the hidden figure behind her draw closer and press something sharp and cold against her neck; her head sagged back down onto her pillow as five short needles sank into her flesh and a powerful narcotic entered her system.

“Never again.”

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Time Centre was nothing but nachos and elbows as Rufus 3000 and Rufus 2704 recalibrated the chrono-viewer for what seemed like the hundredth time. Events had been unfolding on the enormous display, terrible events that brought much pain and now they were desperate to see that the time sequence was repaired.

“And I’m telling you that we MUST break through the barrier to warn them of what has transpired!” The senior member of the company was pressing an argument that everyone else agreed with heartily but was failing to find away to accomplish. He threw down the tool that he had been using for the past several hours and stalked away from the partially disassembled machine. The others scattered away, unable to assist or console him. “We would be failing in our eternal promise to protect humans, especially these humans, the greatest heroes of our people and the friends of ‘The Almighty Ron’!”

“Sir, we know that!” Rufus 2704 was at a complete loss. “But the time-quake has made travel to that period impossible due to the foldback incursion! We haven’t the power to pierce the timestream and establish a portal.” He followed his compatriot, making a slight detour to snag a tray of hot, cheesy nachos from a nearby worktable. “Unless we can repair the damage to the chronometric flow, we’ll remain almost powerless, and…”

“And we need more power than we have to repair the damage, yes, I know, I know! We must get word to them somehow… warn them…” Rufus 3000 was muttering to himself in fugue of emotions. His subordinate approached him and offered the tray. “No, thank you, I… don’t want any nachos right now.” A collective gasp raced through Time Centre; their leader might as well have suggested mass suicide.

Rufus 2704 slowly set down the tray, his paw shaking too badly to do much else. Carefully walking around to face his superior, he grabbed the fellow naked mole rat across his hairless shoulders and slapped Rufus 3000 across the face.

“Damn it, sir, get a grip on yourself! Now is not the time to lose all hope! You must do something! There’s always the fabled ‘Power Of Imagination’!” He released his grip to see what would happen but Rufus 3000 simply sat right down on the floor and didn’t move.

“I… got nothing…” Rufus 3000 stared down at the floor. Sighing despondently and leaving the tray behind, Rufus 2704 returned to the futile task of performing a miracle of science and the others, with many a backward glance, returned to their labors.

The zesty scent of the cheese eventually wafted up to the nose of the despondent figure; a whisker twitched and he glanced down at the tray.

“Hey, I have an idea!” Rufus 3000 lifted a nacho to his mouth and ate it. “Bring forth… the Kigophone!” Moments later, several of the rodents returned bearing a hybrid device on a wheeled cart. A merging of two ancient pieces of technology, an original Kimmunicator and one of the later models of Shegophone, the communications tool was their greatest hope.

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Shego found herself alone when she came downstairs in her never-ending quest for morning coffee. Since the bed had been empty, it was likely that her Princess was out for her usual run but that didn’t explain the absence of her girls. Saturday usually meant a morning with her daughters, something that the former villain relished dearly. The silence in the house told her that her girls were already out. It wasn’t long before Kim returned, glistening and ruddy as expected.

“Hey, beautiful.” Kim glided over and leaned in to accept the proffered kiss from the pale green woman.

“Good morning, baby. Sleep well?”

“Like the dead…” Shego hadn’t been to the shower yet and she ran her fingers through her mass of unkempt hair to get it away from her face. “Kimmie, we have to talk about this new habit of yours.” She wore a look of uneasy frustration.

“What habit would that be?”

“Oh, I think that you know which one!” Shego’s voice became nasally when she pinched her fingers over her nose. “It’s the gross one!”

“Shego, shush!” Kim blushed a little but her grin was wide. “You’ll wake the girls.”

“Don’t change the subject!” Shego’s pale green face wrinkled in disgust. “Your new name is ‘Stinky Possible’. I’m going to tell your Mother about this!”

“Who do you think gave me the idea? She did it to Dad all of the time… probably still does.” Kim giggled and walked to the counter to pour some hot tea.

“You nasty!” Shego glared after her former enemy as if never having seen the real Kim Possible before. She settled for drinking half of her coffee in one swallow. “Have you seen the girls?”

“No, they were already gone when I woke up.”

“Gone? Gone where?”

“Well… they told me last night that they’d wanted to get out early this morning.” Kim had forgotten to think of a convincing story to tell her mate and she wasn’t going to lie. “Shego, what did you think about my cheerleading days?”

“From when you were at school?”

“Yes.” Kim sipped the hot beverage.

“I thought you looked damn hot in the little uniform.” She appraised the slender woman’s trim form. “You still do.”

Nuts, that was not the answer that Kim wanted to hear… well, not exactly.

“Ok, what about the other cheerleaders? How did you feel about them?”

“I just wanted my Princess, otherwise I couldn’t give a tinker’s dam.” The pale green woman cocked an eyebrow. What was her angel getting at?

“Why?”

Kim refreshed her tea and sat down.

“Well, I kind-a, sort-a, maybe…” The younger woman started blushing.

“Kimmie…”

“I told the girls that they could attend cheerleader try-outs at Middleton High School this morning.”

“Oh. Well, I guess… you did WHAT?” If the demand for clarification had been punctuated with a flaming plasma strike, Kim would not have been the least bit surprised.

“Shego, they told me last night that they really wanted to go out for cheerleading this year. I promised that I would discuss it with you…”

“Yeah, and you were planning to discuss it with me after you’d already given them permission to go?” The older woman was incredulous. “What happened to, “oh yes, we’ll share the decisions about the girls’ and ‘we’ll talk about things first’, huh?”

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t see the harm.”

“’Didn’t see the harm’, she says!” Shego glared at her. “They’re only thirteen, for crying out loud! They’re too young to be parading around like little sluts!”

“Ok, first of all, I was thirteen when I joined the junior varsity and I was performing my first mission when I was fourteen. I think that they’re old enough to be cheerleaders.” Kim kept her voice measured and calm; she would be the voice of reason this morning, it seemed. “And second of all, they’re not ‘little sluts’… they’re our daughters and if you think ‘parading around’ in front of hundreds of students, parents and teachers makes them ‘sluts’ then what did that make me?”

“First of all, Pumpkin, don’t forget that you had me ogling you behind your back when you were fourteen! I don’t want my girls ogled at this age, that age, or ANY age! They’re still babies! And I hate to tell you this, Kimmie, but you WERE a slut!”

“Really?” Kim did her best to stay serious; Shego was madder than Kim had seen in some time, and she didn’t want to rile her spouse any more than she already was. “I was a slut? Bonnie was a cheerleader, did that make her a slut?”

“Biggest slut of all, after you…” The taller woman spun away and sat glaring into a corner with her arms crossed. Kim knew that her wife didn’t mean that, no matter how angry she was. Bonnie was their good friend and even if Shego were mad enough to call Kim a slut, she would never have said that about Bon-Bon.

“Shego, they’re smart girls and you were present at ‘The Talk’. You were the one that scared the daylights out of them and probably increased their chances of entering a Nunnery by ten percent.” Kim saw that Shego was taking this in even is gave all the appearance of ignoring her younger wife. “You are I were a special case. I trust that our girls didn’t need to hear, ‘Watch out for any over-eager boys AND also for any female super villains that just want to get you in the sack’.”

“THAT’S NOT FAIR!” Shego was stung by the implication. “I never… it wasn’t like that!” A pale arm shot out and jabbed a long finger at the redhead. “You know DAMN WELL how many it takes to Tango, sweetheart!”

“You’re right, and I’m sorry.” Kim needed to keep this from degrading into a brawl so she had to make a point, and make it quickly. “There was time to have discussed this with you last night before we went to sleep but I didn’t think of it.” She took the plunge. “I guess that since that genie is out of the bottle, they’ll be talking to boys and going out on dates.”

“Kim, stop it. It’s not a joke.” Shego’s mouth was a hard line.

“Dances, that’s another thing. They’ll probably get invitations to dances, now.”

“Cut it out, I’m warning you!”

“And then they might start drinking. Or worse… drugs.” Kim knew the risk she was taking with her next comment. “I should also stop by the family clinic and…”

Shego was up and actually leapt across the kitchen table, robe streaming behind her like a cape, to grab Kim and haul her out of her chair to slam her against the opposite wall and hold her several inches off the floor. Kim didn’t resist.

“What is WRONG with you? Those are MY girls you’re talking about! They’re good girls and they’re smart and just because they want to cheer is NOT going to make them… make them…”

“Sluts?” Kim matched her mate stare for stare. Shego was breathing heavily and when she’d finally calmed down a little she simply released her wife and let Kim drop down onto the soles of her feet.

“I’m still angry with you, so this is not over, Ok?”

“That’s fair.” Kim rubbed the back of her head, massaging away the pain from where she struck the wall. “I really am sorry that I left you out of the decision.” Kim lifted gaze and saw it as a good sign when Shego didn’t look away. “How about this… when the girls get back around lunch time we talk to them about some big girl stuff. Would that be a good idea?”

“No.” Shego walked out of the kitchen and called back over her shoulder. “Call them now. Make a lunch date at Bueno Nacho and we’ll meet them there.” Encouraged by Shego’s insistence, Kim reached for the phone and performed a ‘quick-dial’ of her daughters’ shared cellular telephone. Feeling foolish at her error in judgment but vindicated by her argument, she listened to the electronic ringing for a while before she realized that this wasn’t right.

Why didn’t the girls answer? Before the wireless network could offer to take her recorded message, she ended the call and dialed again. When the ringing recommenced, puzzlement became concern as she saw Shego return to the kitchen holding a buzzing cell phone in her hand and a confused look on her pale green face. It was the girls’ phone.

“Where?”

“In the hall. They…”

“… never leave without it.” Kim hung up the telephone and calmly reached for the contact number listing she kept of her daughters’ friends and their parents. Shego could see that her angel was fighting against that natural fear that all parents felt and silently moved beside the petite redhead and sat down next to her; the anger from their discussion had evaporated.

“Hey, Kimmie, they’re Ok, I’m sure. They just forgot the thing, that’s all.”

“Our girls? Please… every time they leave the house they pretend it’s a mission.” Her hand shook slightly, the only obvious sign of her anxiety. “They even refer to their cell phone as their own Kimmunicator.”

As if on cue, every Kimmunicator, Shegophone and telephone in the house began to chime.

To Be Continued…

Author’s Notes: Suspense! A little cliffhanger AND the briefest of reintroductions of my two darkest conceptualizations; you’ll have to wait a bit longer for a better look.