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humbugmst3k — Fire With Fire - Part II
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Fire With FireAuthor: 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.
Rating: PG-13 for suggested 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. No Naugas were harmed in the writing of this story.
Summary: This is a Kim/Shego pairing fan fiction set in my ‘Who’s Writing This Crap?’ storyline. It’s a harmless one-shot with a particular ‘holiday’ in mind. This references heavily events from the story ‘A Small Possibility’ by NoDrogs because that was the basis for my own personal Kigoverse and, of course, Kasy and Sheki are his creations. Enjoy!
Fire With Fire / Part II
The only thing that Shego hated more than waking up in prison was waking up alone… then again, she’d never awakened in bed with someone while incarcerated so she supposed that she had nothing to compare it with. The sun was bright in the master bedroom and she rolled over once to make certain she was alone. Kim’s side of the bed was untouched. The former thief pulled herself out of bed and staggered into the bathroom for her morning ablutions.
Dressed in her usual green T-shirt and black shorts, her next port of call was the girls’ room. It was also empty but that wasn’t unusual for this particular day; there were no missions scheduled and nothing on the books to be on standby for and days such as these were often spent with the family all together as long as here wasn’t Kindergarten for the children. Shego crept down the hall and perched at the top landing.
She listened.
The sounds that wafted up to her were music to her ears; the girls were yammering and laughing and singing occasionally, as was her Princess. These were the usual noises that greeted her every morning; one deep breath later, she started down the stairs.
“Momma! G’morning!”
“G’MORNING, MOMMA!”
“Morning, stinky butts.” Shego stuck her index fingers into her mouth and got them good and wet, and promptly smeared saliva onto one ear apiece of her offspring. They scowled and hurried to wipe the spit away; Kasy opted for her sleeve while her sister reached for her napkin.
“EW!!”
“Momma, don’t! That’s gross!”
“GROSS!!”
“Booga, booga, booga!” She ruffled their hair and sidled over to the sink where Kim was rinsing breakfast dishes. The hero was wearing a terribly worn and almost threadbare green tank top that was so over-stretched and shapeless that it should have been thrown out years ago, which was the very reason that Shego liked it so much, and a pair of blue denim Capri’s’. Shego held herself at a distance where she knew that the petite redhead could sense her proximity but not so close as to infringe upon personal space… at least not until the sitch was made clear.
Kim had been aware of her wife’s every move since she had started down the stairs. She let the hovering continue for a few seconds before finally glancing back over her shoulder; she made the briefest of eye contact with the larger woman.
“Good morning.”
“Morning.” Shego felt that if ever there was a time to play it cool, now was the time. She waited to see if more was forthcoming before daring to speak further.
“Ki-”
“Sheg-”
‘I thought…”
“Maybe we…”
Kim grinned as they clumsily spoke over each other, the false start making her spouse blush and cross her arms defensively against her uncharacteristic embarrassment. Kim, however, did not blush; she felt one hundred percent better than she had last night and she was ready to make things right. Her ‘I can do anything’ confidence was emblazoned cross her psyche like a matinee billboard and Shego seemed to be noticing it as well.
“You first.”
“It’s ok, baby. You go ahead.”
“No.” Shego’s tone was warm enough, though her expression was guarded. “You.”
“Ok.” Kim nodded and dried her hands on the dishtowel. “You… had some work planned for this morning, right? Something out in the yard?”
“M’hm. Hoversled. Needs work.” Long, flowing black hair rippled as the tall woman cocked her head in the direction of the backyard. “Promised Doc Betty I’d give it a look-see.”
“Would you please take the girls outside with you while I finish up here?”
“Um… sure.” The pale green woman shifted from one foot to the other. As confused as she was at the change in her wife’s behavior she was heartened because THIS was the Kimmie that she knew and loved. It made her wonder all the more exactly what in the Hell had happened last night.
“Happy to.”
“Please and thank you.” The redhead turned back to the dishes. “And then I’d hoped that we could… talk.”
“Ok, Pumpkin.” Finding herself feeling better for no specific reason, Shego left the kitchen and returned to the dining area. The girls were already anticipating a trip out to the yard and they impatiently waited for their Momma to help them down from the table. The former villain gave them the choice to hold her hands or not and she smiled to herself when they each grabbed her strong, slender hands in their own chubby fists.
She gave the table a parting glance and noticed the drawing paper; the sheets were loaded with sketches, some better than others.
“Hey, lookie there. Want to tell Momma about your artwork?”
“We was making pictures of Mommy’s bad dream.”
“Bugs?” Each sketch was of a different size, perspective and quality but they all looked like monstrous insects to Shego. “Why bugs?”
“Not little-bitty buggies, Momma.”
“Giant buggies!”
“Rawr!”
“Mommy hates giant buggies!”
“Yeah, I guess she does at that.” Shego looked into the kitchen where Kim was still busy with the dishes. “How did she know that I told you about her dream?”
“She asked why we were in the same bed an’ we told her about her bad dream.”
“You told her?”
“Yeah. She said it was about buggies.”
“So we drew buggies.” Kasy proclaimed this as if it made all the sense in the world. Sheki nodded in support but quickly hung her head and scuffed her shoes against the carpet.
“Kasy’s is better, though.”
“You would say ‘are better’, sweetness. And they all look very nice.”
She had to admit that those pictures drawn by Kasy were considerably better but it was no secret which child was the artist was in the family. Sheki was better at telling stories and at five years of age actually had enough patience to write most of them out in long hand, albeit in her own childish scrawl.
“Maybe you could write about what the buggies are doing in Kasy’s pictures?”
“Kay!” The little girl perked up at the suggestion; maybe her mothers would finally let her use the computer.
“Come on.” She led them to the patio door at the back wall of the dining room. “Let’s leave Mommy alone for a bit.”
Kim smiled to herself at the interplay between her spouse and their daughters and quietly continued her work.
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“Mamma?”
“Yes, munchkin?”
“Can we fly to Grammie’s house?”
Shego paused in her work and rolled over; she had been lying on the grass in the backyard of her home, flat on her back between the support skids of a ‘GJ’ hover sled while she adjusted the calibration of the fuel intermix chamber. The only way to perform this task was to completely disengage the motor, remove the fuel pump and uncouple the central drive from the master control junction. One adjustable wrench would do it all because all ‘GJ’ hover sleds were based on Drakken’s original design and the Doc rarely kept exotic tools around.
The flying machine was effectively defunct for the time being and it made a great plaything for her daughters as she performed this basic maintenance. Kasy was peering down from over the safety railing and her mess of red hair framed her little angel’s face. Shego grinned back up as she set down her wrench and raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sun.
“Sure, as long as you’re wearing your safety helmets.”
“I don’ wanna go to Grammie’s today.” Sheki’s voice floated down to Shego from up in the cockpit. “Can we go to the moon?”
“Well…”
“Grammie’s house!”
“Moon!”
“Grammie!!”
“Moon!!”
“I’ve got a idea…” Everyone stopped and looked to the house where Kim had just walked out onto the rear deck. “How about we pretend that it’s the future, and that Grammie and Grandpa Possible are living on the Moon.” Kim uncrossed her arms and held out her open hands as if she’d been hit by this wondrous inspiration from above. “Hey, you could both fly up to the Moon AND visit Grammie! Brilliant!”
“Yay!”
“Bill-yunt!”
“Hang on.” Kim strolled closer to where her mate lay on the grass beneath the hover sled; Shego took advantage of this to look up the leg of those blue Capri’s’. “Where are those nice safety helmets that your Momma got you?”
The twins pointed to the other passengers and Kim sighed.
“Great. At least we know that Mr. Bunny and Panda Roo will survive.” She looked down at the woman patiently waiting on the ground and bit her lip; now was the time. “Just be back before lunch.”
“Ok, Mommy!”
“ROCKETS ARE GO!!”
Kim smiled and let the children create their own fantasy. She knelt down beside Shego.
“Need any help?”
“No, but you can stick around.” The larger woman held on to her wrench and shifted to make room for her wife underneath the fuselage. Kim gratefully accepted the invitation and joined her on the ground; the redhead lay back on the cool grass in the shade and they stared upwards at the blued metal.
“I suspect that you’re wondering what happened last night.”
“That’s one way to put it. Another would be WHAT the FU…’”
“Shego! Please! You know they can hear us if they wanted to.” Kim listened and heard only happy children battling with space monsters. “I’m glad that you were able to wait ‘til this morning.”
“Barely. I would have kicked the door in if it hadn’t been for…”
“For the girls. Yes… about that.” Kim chose her words carefully. “I know how we swore that our relationship wouldn’t be just a long series of misunderstandings and apologies. I want to explain why I freaked out last night but first I want to apologize…”
“Princess…”
“No, this is necessary.” Being responsible isn’t easy, she thought. “I’m sorry for involving the children in my little drama. We’ve always done our best to keep our private, adult lives separate from their world. Both the good stuff and the bad. I know that I get a little… verbal… in the bedroom at times.” Now Kim did blush.
“That’s one way to put it. Another is to say that you’re a screamer. You hit notes that Maynard Ferguson didn’t even know existed.” Even as she waited for the forthcoming explanation, the strength, the heat and the life packed inside that vital body next to her threatened to distract. Shego shrugged it off. “Pumpkin, it happens. I know that you didn’t mean for them to hear you.”
“I didn’t.”
“But they did so I did my best to make it right.” She looked askance to the redhead. “Why buggies?” She smirked. “I mean, bugs.”
“Because I hate giant bugs.” Kim shivered. “Little bugs don’t bother me but Ron and I came up against these gigantic roaches one time and it was major creepage.”
“You don’t see that everyday.”
“Nope.”
“So that because your ‘bad dream’?”
“Yup.” Kim sighed. “It seemed as good a nightmare as anything.”
“Ok, so now we’ve both told little white lies to our children. I suspect that we’ll survive that crisis of parenting.” She nudged Kim with an elbow and Kim nudged back.
“Anyway, I wanted to apologize for that. It was irresponsible of me and I am sorry.”
“I forgive you. Now can you please tell me what made you freak out last night?” Shego turned her head causing Kim to do the same. “Before I drag you upstairs and do things to your body that will damage your central nervous system and leave you begging for more?” The giggle told Shego that everything would be all right. “Consider that a final warning. So spill.”
“Ok. Ok. Right.”
Shego waited.
“Ok.”
And waited.
“Right.”
“Judas Priest, Kimmie!”
“OK!” Kim covered her face and massaged the bridge of her nose in frustration. “I played this through my head all morning and it probably never will sound right.” The petite woman rolled completely over onto her side and scooted right up against her spouse. “So here goes…”
“And no fair trying to distract me with your feminine wiles.”
“I’m not. It’s to avoid upsetting you.”
“Why? Kimmie, just tell me the sitch! I’ll only be upset if you don’t!” They both looked away into the middle distance, each for different reasons. Kim made her decision and sallied forth when she was ready.
“Your little exhibition last night? You remember?”
“Hmmm, vaguely.”
“You mentioned that you’d been planning it for months.”
“Uh,huh.” Black glossed lips parted in a broad smile.
“Since the Holidays, even?”
“Yes.”
“The uniform?”
“Always had it. Kept it stashed away for sentimental reasons.” Shego cringed slightly. “No offense.”
Kim laughed.
“None taken. But you never wear it.”
“Too small. Your cooking has improved.”
“You’re too kind! And Drakken’s voice?”
“Global Justice has a shi… cra… boatload of voice recordings of the Doc, of me and of all your foes stored on WAV format. Wire taps, signal bleeds.” She winked. “You really should listen sometime.”
“Cut and paste?”
“Yep. All from the Doc’s greatest hits.”
“I’ve got to hand it to you, baby. You had it all planned out.”
“Heh! Yeah, I did, didn’t I?”
“From start to finish, you played me like a violin.”
“Why, thank you, Princess. I’m gratified to hear that I still have it.”
“Oh, you do. You’re good.” Kim took a deep breath. “You’re very, very good.”
“So why did…?”
“You’re too good.”
“Huh?” Shego frowned and furrowed her brows; she felt more confused than ever. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean that your performance was better than I think you know.”
“Meaning what?” Shego searched her wife’s face for deeper understanding; her patience was starting to wear thin. “Meaning… what? Kim, please, I don’t follow you here. So I was believable, so… so…”
She got it. As sure as if a light bulb had switched on over her head, she got it.
“You thought it was real.”
It wasn’t a question. Kim answered anyway.
“Just for a second. Less than a second.”
“You thought it was real.” She gripped the wrench tighter. “You believed me.”
“A nanosecond. It would take Wade and the Tweebs to measure it.”
“How could you?” This made no sense whatsoever and her throat felt constricted. “I was joking.”
“Shego…”
“I’ve never said or done anything that…” The woman felt chilled and her eyes were burning. She could feel doubt at the edges of her blurred vision. “Kimmie, did I ever say or do anything that…?”
“No, no, no baby. Never! Shego, you really ought to put down that…”
“Then how could you think that I was serious?”
“Shego! You’re melting the wrench.”
The pale green woman looked down at her chest; sure enough, her hands were glowing slightly and the wrench was deforming like putty. She chucked it away and extinguished her hands before reining in her emotions. Then she resumed staring up at the underside of the hover sled.
“How?”
“You’re… very convincing.”
“Tell me this. Even if my little show was convincing, how could you buy into it THAT much? You looked like… no, you WERE having some kind of fit right there in our bedroom!”
“I…”
“You know me! We tease and we fight and argue and play off each other all the time! We’ve been together for five years. FIVE! My life is with you and little Siegfried and Roy up there.” A long pale hand gestured vaguely up at the hover sled. “You have to know that I’d never do that to you!”
“I do! Part of me knew that it could never be happening but I couldn’t control myself!”
“Meaning what?”
“Haven’t you ever…” Kim flailed her hands, deciding to start again. “Have you ever seen or heard something, or maybe just remembered something, something that either isn’t really happening or at least doesn’t affect you at all and your body reacts instead of your brain? The ‘fight or flight’ reaction takes over for no practical reason and you have a spontaneous emotional response?”
“Maybe.” Shego couldn’t think of the last time such a thing had occurred, but she knew that it had. “Yes, I think so.”
“Bingo! I was trapped in panic mode.”
“Kim, you had a seizure.”
“I needed to get out of the bedroom NOW.”
“Say it with me, ‘petit mal’.”
“Are you telling me that you’ve never had a ‘Ghaa, it’s Kim Possible!’ moment in all of the time since we’ve been together?”
“Way back when we first started sleeping together, yeah.”
“And?”
“I woke up once or twice and had to stop myself from attacking you on reflex.”
“See? That’s what I’m talking about.” The redhead’s expression was one of vindication; Shego didn’t care for that at all.
“Hey, I’d just woken up from a sound sleep! I’d have been disoriented or had been dreaming!” Shego looked suspiciously at the petite woman lying beside her on the grass. “Are you telling me that you’ve had ‘Ghaa, Shego has me!’ moments before?”
“Yeah. A few. A first.”
“What’d you do?”
“I… swung at you with a pillow.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Another time I was dreaming about an old battle we had and I think that I kicked you out of the bed.”
“You THINK you kicked me out of bed?”
“Like I said, I was dreaming!”
“Well, I would hope so!”
“Do you remember when these things happened?” Kim bit her lip and cringed.
“I’m not sure.”
“What do you remember?”
“I thought you just wanted me awake for sex.”
“WHAT!? GEEZ!”
“It did seem a little out of character, but I remember that you seemed really eager and giving on those occasions.” Shego expression cleared. “I didn’t mind.”
“Ok, awkweird.” Kim shook stray thoughts from her head. “How did you handle your ‘Ghaa! It’s Kim Possible, get her!’ moments?”
“I woke you up and we had sex.”
“Oh. Well… ok, then.” Kim shrugged off her own distraction. “Here’s the difference, though. You scared me.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured that.” Shego grinned in spite of herself.
“No, I mean you REALLY frightened me. When we fought… when I fought back, I thought that if I didn’t defend myself well enough that you were going to kill me.”
“Hey, maybe I toyed with you a little at first those fights of ours were serious. I didn’t pull any punches and you learned real fast. You knew what you were doing. We could’ve both gotten hurt.”
“I didn’t say that I thought you would hurt me. I said ‘kill’.”
“… oh…”
Kim watched her mate digest that word for a minute. She lay on her side and watched the other woman but Shego kept looking up at the undercarriage of the sled. She was about to speak when she noticed Shego’s lips moving, but Kim hadn’t heard any words.
“…”
“Baby?”
“I’m not a murderer. I’ve never killed anyone.”
“I know.”
“Thief and saboteur, yes. Hego won’t admit it but it was my years of training with Team Go that taught me the skills I’d needed for being a mercenary.” Shego’s voice was soft and getting softer with each sentence; it was fading away and Kim had to strain to hear it.
“I know that I could kill if necessary.”
Kim chose not to comment and Shego didn’t wait for one.
“I never have, though. I never wanted you dead.” The older woman didn’t react when a small hand reached over and stroked her shoulder. “Whup your ass and hand it to you on a silver platter but not… dead. Not you, and not the buff… not Sto… not Ron, either.”
“There was no way for me to know that. We…”
“I’m not a monster.”
The small hand clenched and if the nails pinched the pale green flesh hard enough to cause pain, Shego still didn’t react.
They lay there together in the grass of their back yard, nestled in the shadow of a disassembled hover sled behind house that Shego bought for Kim from the remnants of her ill-gotten gains; it was a goodbye gesture to those old days and old ways. Kim thought that her mate might have more to say but the black-glossed lips were still and the eyes stared blankly upwards. They kept their own counsel while they listened to children fighting against space monsters and making friends with alien critters not four feet above the heads of their parents.
After several silent minutes, Kim removed her hand.
“I really need to hear you to say something right now.”
“Huh.”
“Shego?”
“This is very strange.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just weird.”
“What is?”
“My desire to beg your forgiveness while sobbing uncontrollably has been canceled out by the equally powerful desire to boot your scrawny keister into next week.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” Folds of black hair shifted as the older woman nodded. “Pretty much.”
“That does sound weird.” Kim rolled over onto her side and lifted her head, resting it on her elbow while Shego pondered this new feeling.
“Never felt this way before. It’s actually very relaxing.”
“If you wanted to boot my keister into nest week, I wouldn’t stop you. The drama was all mine and you certainly have nothing to be sorry for.”
“I don’t feel like booting keisters.”
“What do you feel like?”
“Not sure.”
Something about Shego’s tone hooked Kim’s attention; the petite woman slid closer.
“Can I suggest something? Or would you rather I leave?”
Now the larger woman did move, turning her face so that her own emerald gaze shone brightly. Her expression was about as soft as Kim had ever seen; barring the first time this woman had held their newborn daughters five years ago.
“Is that some sort of ultimatum?”
“No!” That caught Kim off guard. “No. I just want to be sure you want me to stay.”
“Well, then, as a matter of fact you do suggest something. Just maybe not quite what you were thinking.” Rolling over onto her side now, Shego stretched out her arms and gently took hold of her mate. She exerted a gentle tug but nothing strong enough to pull the redhead closer.
“Come here.”
Kim was beside her before the second word was spoken. Long, powerful arms closed in an embrace and there wasn’t even an inch between their faces. The petite redhead felt the strength and the tenderness, the warmth without the fire, the pressure without the impact.
“Feel vulnerable?”
“Yes.”
“Want me to let go?”
“Please don’t.”
“Not having a ‘Ghaa, Shego has me!’ moment?” There was the smirk.
“So not!” There was the laugh, shortly followed by the blush. “And… maybe tonight we can… you could still… with the…?”
“There’s nothing that I would like better, Pumpkin. Now shut up and make kissy-face.”
Meanwhile, up in outer space, Kaptain Kasy and Space-Ace Sheki paused in their epic battle against space cooties to quietly peer down over the safety railing and spy on their parents a few feet below. They covered their mouths to stifle the giggles and quickly returned to the padded Naugahyde seats of the ‘bridge’ to where Panda Roo and Mr. Bunny sprawled patiently in their oversized helmets.
Kissy-face meant more time to play!
To Be Continued…
Author’s Notes: I seem to recall that I had an idea of where this plot was going… once. Now I’m not so sure! Oh, well…
