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Kigo Kontest – The Most Original Love Declaration

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.
Rating: PG-13 for intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adult females.

Summary: It's a contest, baby, yeah! Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible are the creations of NoDrogs and this occurs shortly after 'Shiny Hands' in my 'Who's Writing This Crap' story line.

KK - TMOLD

The room was smallish, not an inch over eight by eight feet of floor space, and the ceiling was about one foot shy of that. The walls were of a metal that didn't shine too much because of the soft light from above and the single chair would not raise enough for the long legs of the sole occupant. In addition to a computer terminal, the metal desk also held that single most evil contraption known to modern man.

BUZZ-BUZZ

Shego sighed and pressed the intercom button on her telephone.

"Shego here."

"It's Agent Davis, ma'am, from clerical division."

"Busy, Davis."

"But, ma'am…"

"Davis, I know that I haven't been here long but you do know who I am."

"…"

"Right?"

"Right, ma'am."

"Then keep in mind that I'm not the good Possible, ok?"

"Ma'am, you've sent the report on the Larrabee building."

"I know." Her arm, clad in her unique green and black variant of the Global Justice uniform disconnected the call. "Bye." The former villain and current Agent of Security with 'GJ' resumed her work.

BUZZ - BUZZ

"Shego here."

"You sent it twice."

"No. No, no, no. No way." She fumbled over the document she was working on and saved it with much of the last sentence a garbled mess. "No fu… freaking way." One folder was closed and a different folder of several other documents was opened. "I am looking at my list and I see one entry for 'Larrabee Building'. It was last accessed twelve minutes ago… and that was when I opened the folder and forwarded the file to you."

"…"

"What, Davis? I won't hurt you. We might be exchanging 'Jingle Gifts' some day."

"Ma'am, if you reopen the 'Baxter Building' folder, last accessed approximately thirty seven minutes ago, you will see that the document is actually…"

"AARRGGG!!" She had located, reopened, and read the document. "DAMN IT!!"

"… the 'Larrabee Building'. Sorry, ma'am."

Shego was already halfway through counting to ten. She took one more deep breath.

"Give me five… make that fifteen minutes and I'll be finished the file I'm working on now and can revise and resend you 'Baxter'."

"Ma'am, you know that these evaluations aren't due all at once. You have weeks…"

"Davis, you call me 'ma'am' one more time and no 'Jingle Gifts' for you. Ever."

"Yes… Ms. Possible."

"Good man!" Shego shook her head. "Go easy on me. Remember, I'm the new kid."

He never got the chance to finish. She cut the line and took aim at the phone with her outstretched arm. She held that pose for several seconds and then…

"Boom."

… spread wide her fingers and mimicked an explosion. Shego stared at the phone for another moment and then, cracking her long fingers and arching her back to crack loose some vertebrae, she folder forward back over her keyboard and resumed her labors.

"…psst…"

Shego kept on typing.

"… psst…!"

An errant strand of black hair was blown away from a pale green face. Work did not stop.

"…shego…"

One hand continued to seek out the proper keys as the other raised and jabbed at the phone.

"Shego here." She waited and searched for the letter B. "Yes?" The line was open but empty. Black-glossed lips frowned and she broke the connection. The letter B was located and there were many more letters to follow.

"Shego."

"Shit." The desk actually scooted back a bit from the impact of her fist against the switch. "Shego here!" He listened for any sign of life at the other end of the line. "Yes? What?" Her anger began to mount. "What is it?!" The phone remained silent.

"Judas Priest! Now the damn phone is busted!"

"Shego!"

Her eyes shot wide… and Shego slowly craned her neck upwards to the air vent next to the ceiling light.

"What the…Kim??"

"Now who else would it be?"

"Pumpkin, what are you doing up there?!?"

"Consider this a rescue mission. I'm here to take you to lunch with the girls."

"What the Hell! Get down from there!" Shego could just barely see movement through the metal grate.

"Look out below!" The grate popped open and swung back on a pair of hinges. A small and slender form slid free from the narrow passage and hung suspended over Shego for a moment before Kim let herself drop into waiting arms. Caught and held, the petite redhead had little time to breathe before her mouth was claimed by one of the most dangerous meta-humans known to man.

They eventually broke for air.

"Ta-da!" Kim giggled and she settled down onto Shego's lap. "How was that?"

"I gave you a ten. The judge from Kersplatistan gave you an eight point five."

"What a maroon." Kim looked around the tiny chamber and didn't like what she saw. "What are you doing here, exactly?"

"I have reports to write."

"What's so important that you have to be here all day, everyday for the whole week?"

"Kimmie, while the life of an Independent Operating may be glitz and glamour, us real 'GJ' Agents gotz to work." She waved her hand to the computer terminal. "These are some very special buildings, holding many secrets that 'GJ' wants kept safe." Shego pointed to herself. "Someone has to rate their security."

"I have it on good authority that those reports aren't due for over a month."

Shego glowered.

"Did Dr. Director call you?"

"No." Kim grinned, totally blowing her credibility. "The girls just wanted to see their Momma."

"Oh. Well. That's nice. We could…" Shego straightened in her chair. "Hang on. Where are they?"

"Who?"

"The girls, doofus!"

"They're in the cafeteria with about a dozen well-trained and well-armed combat specialists." Kim rolled her eyes. "Quit bugging!"

"Kimmie, that's what I was afraid of. That's about a dozen middle aged men and women who either don't have families or don't see their own families near often enough!" Shego activated the phone for the first time that day of her own choice. "Hang on, I'm paging the cafeteria… now hear this, now hear this, absolutely no junk food is to be given to two small fugitives." Her mouth curled in a lopsided smile as Kim covered her own mouth to keep from laughing. "They are small and green and answer to the names of 'Mugwump' and 'Slappy'." Shego thought for a second and winked at her wife. "If the proper authorities do not collect them in half an hour, ice cream may be deployed. That is all." The line was closed.

Now Kim did laugh, as did Shego. It was a musical sound that was not often heard outside of immediate family.

"Ice cream?"

"Only if we keep them waiting for that long."

"A whole half hour?"

"Hey, if you're actually gonna force me to take a break, I'm doing it right!"

"We really shouldn't make out in the Global Justice facility."

"I thought that was why I wore this monkey suit." Shego leered. "'Shego Possible, Agent of F.O.R.E.P.L.A.Y. with a license to schtup.'" Gloved hands started to roam and Kim idly swatted them away.

"Sweetheart, you really shouldn't overdo things. This job, I mean. You don't have to prove anything."

"Yes, I do."

"Not to me you don't."

"Maybe I need to prove it to me." The emerald eyes softened. "That I can live a normal life."

Kim cupped her small, strong hands around the face of her spouse and brought herself right up to within an inch of contact.

"You have proven yourself more to me in our few years together than anyone else could in an entire lifetime. All you have to do is be with us. With me." The hands moved up and back through long black hair that flowed away and down the back of the chair. "I love you. I love you more than I ever thought was possible. You've given me far more love than I deserve."

"Baby…"

"No, let me finish. My heart belongs to you and you keep it safe. That's all the 'security' I need. We'll keep your heart safe with mine and they can beat together for the two of us. I just want you to be happy. You don't need to spend one moment making up for lost karma as far as I'm concerned. You are the center of my universe and I will fight off any threats to that happy ending."

They kissed again, longer this time. They lost each other and found themselves again.

"You are mine forever."

"… Kim… I… I…"

"Shego… you look damn sexy in that uniform."

"Language, Princess."

The girls each got one scoop of ice cream only, so as not to ruin their lunch.

The End

Authors Notes: Obviously written for the contest, the Larrabee building reference was taken from the film 'Sabrina' and the Baxter building is the intellectual property of Marvel Comics.

Description
Kigo Kontest – The Most Original Love Declaration

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.
Rating: PG-13 for intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adult females.

Summary: It's a contest, baby, yeah! Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible are the creations of NoDrogs and this occurs shortly after 'Shiny Hands' in my 'Who's Writing This Crap' story line.

KK - TMOLD

The room was smallish, not an inch over eight by eight feet of floor space, and the ceiling was about one foot shy of that. The walls were of a metal that didn't shine too much because of the soft light from above and the single chair would not raise enough for the long legs of the sole occupant. In addition to a computer terminal, the metal desk also held that single most evil contraption known to modern man.

BUZZ-BUZZ

Shego sighed and pressed the intercom button on her telephone.

"Shego here."

"It's Agent Davis, ma'am, from clerical division."

"Busy, Davis."

"But, ma'am…"

"Davis, I know that I haven't been here long but you do know who I am."

"…"

"Right?"

"Right, ma'am."

"Then keep in mind that I'm not the good Possible, ok?"

"Ma'am, you've sent the report on the Larrabee building."

"I know." Her arm, clad in her unique green and black variant of the Global Justice uniform disconnected the call. "Bye." The former villain and current Agent of Security with 'GJ' resumed her work.

BUZZ - BUZZ

"Shego here."

"You sent it twice."

"No. No, no, no. No way." She fumbled over the document she was working on and saved it with much of the last sentence a garbled mess. "No fu… freaking way." One folder was closed and a different folder of several other documents was opened. "I am looking at my list and I see one entry for 'Larrabee Building'. It was last accessed twelve minutes ago… and that was when I opened the folder and forwarded the file to you."

"…"

"What, Davis? I won't hurt you. We might be exchanging 'Jingle Gifts' some day."

"Ma'am, if you reopen the 'Baxter Building' folder, last accessed approximately thirty seven minutes ago, you will see that the document is actually…"

"AARRGGG!!" She had located, reopened, and read the document. "DAMN IT!!"

"… the 'Larrabee Building'. Sorry, ma'am."

Shego was already halfway through counting to ten. She took one more deep breath.

"Give me five… make that fifteen minutes and I'll be finished the file I'm working on now and can revise and resend you 'Baxter'."

"Ma'am, you know that these evaluations aren't due all at once. You have weeks…"

"Davis, you call me 'ma'am' one more time and no 'Jingle Gifts' for you. Ever."

"Yes… Ms. Possible."

"Good man!" Shego shook her head. "Go easy on me. Remember, I'm the new kid."

He never got the chance to finish. She cut the line and took aim at the phone with her outstretched arm. She held that pose for several seconds and then…

"Boom."

… spread wide her fingers and mimicked an explosion. Shego stared at the phone for another moment and then, cracking her long fingers and arching her back to crack loose some vertebrae, she folder forward back over her keyboard and resumed her labors.

"…psst…"

Shego kept on typing.

"… psst…!"

An errant strand of black hair was blown away from a pale green face. Work did not stop.

"…shego…"

One hand continued to seek out the proper keys as the other raised and jabbed at the phone.

"Shego here." She waited and searched for the letter B. "Yes?" The line was open but empty. Black-glossed lips frowned and she broke the connection. The letter B was located and there were many more letters to follow.

"Shego."

"Shit." The desk actually scooted back a bit from the impact of her fist against the switch. "Shego here!" He listened for any sign of life at the other end of the line. "Yes? What?" Her anger began to mount. "What is it?!" The phone remained silent.

"Judas Priest! Now the damn phone is busted!"

"Shego!"

Her eyes shot wide… and Shego slowly craned her neck upwards to the air vent next to the ceiling light.

"What the…Kim??"

"Now who else would it be?"

"Pumpkin, what are you doing up there?!?"

"Consider this a rescue mission. I'm here to take you to lunch with the girls."

"What the Hell! Get down from there!" Shego could just barely see movement through the metal grate.

"Look out below!" The grate popped open and swung back on a pair of hinges. A small and slender form slid free from the narrow passage and hung suspended over Shego for a moment before Kim let herself drop into waiting arms. Caught and held, the petite redhead had little time to breathe before her mouth was claimed by one of the most dangerous meta-humans known to man.

They eventually broke for air.

"Ta-da!" Kim giggled and she settled down onto Shego's lap. "How was that?"

"I gave you a ten. The judge from Kersplatistan gave you an eight point five."

"What a maroon." Kim looked around the tiny chamber and didn't like what she saw. "What are you doing here, exactly?"

"I have reports to write."

"What's so important that you have to be here all day, everyday for the whole week?"

"Kimmie, while the life of an Independent Operating may be glitz and glamour, us real 'GJ' Agents gotz to work." She waved her hand to the computer terminal. "These are some very special buildings, holding many secrets that 'GJ' wants kept safe." Shego pointed to herself. "Someone has to rate their security."

"I have it on good authority that those reports aren't due for over a month."

Shego glowered.

"Did Dr. Director call you?"

"No." Kim grinned, totally blowing her credibility. "The girls just wanted to see their Momma."

"Oh. Well. That's nice. We could…" Shego straightened in her chair. "Hang on. Where are they?"

"Who?"

"The girls, doofus!"

"They're in the cafeteria with about a dozen well-trained and well-armed combat specialists." Kim rolled her eyes. "Quit bugging!"

"Kimmie, that's what I was afraid of. That's about a dozen middle aged men and women who either don't have families or don't see their own families near often enough!" Shego activated the phone for the first time that day of her own choice. "Hang on, I'm paging the cafeteria… now hear this, now hear this, absolutely no junk food is to be given to two small fugitives." Her mouth curled in a lopsided smile as Kim covered her own mouth to keep from laughing. "They are small and green and answer to the names of 'Mugwump' and 'Slappy'." Shego thought for a second and winked at her wife. "If the proper authorities do not collect them in half an hour, ice cream may be deployed. That is all." The line was closed.

Now Kim did laugh, as did Shego. It was a musical sound that was not often heard outside of immediate family.

"Ice cream?"

"Only if we keep them waiting for that long."

"A whole half hour?"

"Hey, if you're actually gonna force me to take a break, I'm doing it right!"

"We really shouldn't make out in the Global Justice facility."

"I thought that was why I wore this monkey suit." Shego leered. "'Shego Possible, Agent of F.O.R.E.P.L.A.Y. with a license to schtup.'" Gloved hands started to roam and Kim idly swatted them away.

"Sweetheart, you really shouldn't overdo things. This job, I mean. You don't have to prove anything."

"Yes, I do."

"Not to me you don't."

"Maybe I need to prove it to me." The emerald eyes softened. "That I can live a normal life."

Kim cupped her small, strong hands around the face of her spouse and brought herself right up to within an inch of contact.

"You have proven yourself more to me in our few years together than anyone else could in an entire lifetime. All you have to do is be with us. With me." The hands moved up and back through long black hair that flowed away and down the back of the chair. "I love you. I love you more than I ever thought was possible. You've given me far more love than I deserve."

"Baby…"

"No, let me finish. My heart belongs to you and you keep it safe. That's all the 'security' I need. We'll keep your heart safe with mine and they can beat together for the two of us. I just want you to be happy. You don't need to spend one moment making up for lost karma as far as I'm concerned. You are the center of my universe and I will fight off any threats to that happy ending."

They kissed again, longer this time. They lost each other and found themselves again.

"You are mine forever."

"… Kim… I… I…"

"Shego… you look damn sexy in that uniform."

"Language, Princess."

The girls each got one scoop of ice cream only, so as not to ruin their lunch.

The End

Authors Notes: Obviously written for the contest, the Larrabee building reference was taken from the film 'Sabrina' and the Baxter building is the intellectual property of Marvel Comics.