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Shiny Hands
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. The rest you can blame on me.
Rating: PG-13 for intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adults of either sex. This should also cover a little harsh language now and then. It's amazing what offends people these days. No imaginary characters were harmed in this story.
Summary: This is a Kim/Shego pairing fan fiction set in my 'Who's Writing This Crap?' Kigoverse. Kasy and Sheki are the creations of Nodrogs.

Shiny Hands / part four

"Back to our earlier discussion," Betty motioned to the recently closed door before resting her elbows on her desk and interlaced her fingers. "When I commented on how I had observed a change in Kimberly, do you recall the words you had used?"

"Not really."

"You said, 'for better or for worse'."

"So?"

"May I ask you a thing or two about your marriage to Mrs. Possible?"

"No one's stopping you."

"You take your union seriously." It was not posed as a question.

"Serious as a heart attack."

"You've taken her name."

"It's a good name."

"But you do not wear a ring." Betty nodded towards the pale green hands, bereft of jewelry, resting in the lap of her guest. "Is this a matter of personal preference or would a wedding band be too much like a declaration of codependence?"

"Oh, I wear a ring all right." Shego grinned widely. "But you'd have to be showering with me to see it."

"Really, Ms. Possible, if you are hoping to embarrass me, you needn't waste your…"

"Chill, Doc." One of those hands rose to her long neck and undid the top button of her collar; the thumb delved into the neckline and brought forth a silver chain from which dangled a sparkling gold band. "That's all the peep show you get." Shego's expression softened considerably as she displayed the wedding ring. "Hot plasma is not conducive to wearing bling on my hands. This was on my finger for the ceremony and it's been around my neck for almost every waking hour since."

They were each considering the weight of Shego's words when activity on the monitor screens announced Will Du's return to the chamber below. He had opened the sealed door and some additional light from the outer hallway shone briefly into the otherwise dark periphery of the huge space. The door closed and the figure began to lumber forward.

The women spared a look at each other.

"Showtime."

Will had stopped and the three Possibles around the colorful table were looking at him. The girls put down crayons and scampered forward, stopping when the hulking shape took a half step backwards. There was no sound to hear in the control room but it appeared as if the girls were speaking to the suit of armor and their puzzled expressions indicated that they were not getting any response. The suit moved, arms raising slightly but taking another step back from the children.

Kim stood, brushed at her skirt and moved forward.

Before she could take two paces the suit of armor strode to meet her; the feet stamped down with each step and the shoulders swaggered back and forth to accentuate the motion. With gauntleted fingers clenched, the armor lifted one huge hand up over its helmet and thrust the other one at Kim; she flinched but the suit was still some distance away. To a casual observer it did look as if Kim Possible was about to be accosted.

There was movement from the twins.

There was a green flash that glared up from the chamber thirty feet below them; they were blocked from any direct exposure but the light was more than bright enough to blind them momentarily and leave a faint afterimage that they had to blink away. Machines hummed around them but the several monitor screens only showed static.

"Oh, dear." Dr. Director quickly turned to locate the particular readout that showed Will Du's vital signs and Shego realized that her mouth was hanging open.

"Well… that didn't take long."

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Kim staggered through the doorway of the observation room bearing the full weight of her daughters as they struggled in her arms.

"Who's brilliant idea was that?" Her glare encompassed both her wife and her mentor, spearing them equally with her own emerald eyes.

"Um…"

"Well, Kimberly…"

"Never mind." Kim set the girls down on the narrow desk. "You two sit here and be good while Mommy finds your jackets."

"Ok!"

"Yes, Mommy!"

"Kimberly, I believe that this one belongs to Sheki."

"Hey, Kimmie, here's Kasy's, too."

"You don't get off the hook that easy." The eyes flashed again. "Eeither of you." The red head accepted the jackets and dressed the fussing children, poking little arms into sleeves while the twins buzzed with excitement. They looked to Shego and grinned.

"MOMMA!"

"Hi, Momma!"

"Hello, munchkins!"

"We zapped a bad guy!"

"Zap!"

"Kerpow!"

"He was gonna hurt Mommy!"

"We saved her!"

"I made shiny hands!"

"Me, too!"

"We thought it was Agen' Doo!" Kasy said.

"But it wasn't." Sheki assured them all.

"Aunt Betty, where's Doo-Doo?"

"Resting comfortably." Dr. Director spoke more to Kim than to the twins. "We'll know more when he regains consciousness." She turned to look down at the girls. "Will is taking a nap."

"Oh…. Ok!" This satisfied the twins. Kasy was rubbing at her eyes and Sheki yawned. "I'm sleepy."

"Me, too." The little girl made a face. "And I pooted."

The petite red head cocked her thumb at the children.

"… and welcome to the Possible family. The bad news is that today's nap schedule is shot to heck because they'll be passed out before we get home, after a display like that. The good news," Kim didn't particularly feel happy but a grin broke through nonetheless. "My babies have super powers!"

Shego sidled closer.

"We kind'a already knew that, Pumpkin."

"But they have powers! Major powers!" Now Kim was almost giddy, enough to rope her mate into a one-armed hug. "Booyah!"

"Congrats!" Shego ignored the watchful eye of their host and bend down to plant a kiss on the crown of Kim's head. The petite hero squeezed her close for a moment and then released the hug.

"Corrected to previous statement…. 'our' babies. And that's not just because of the plasma powers."

"Thank you Princess." Nothing made Shego feel warmer than when Kim reminded her of that.

"Don't you 'Princess' me." The hug was over and a small, strong hand gently shoved the taller women away. "You're still in trouble unless we can figure out a way to keep the girls awake for the next few hours until dinner." A finger jabbed. "Otherwise who knows how late they'll be up tonight?" She stressed the last word. "Savvy?"

"Kimmie… not in front of…"

"Deal with it." Kim smirked but followed it with a quick kiss. She turned her attention to the chief executive officer of Global Justice. "Dr. Director, I would appreciate being able to review today's findings, please and thank you. I can come in to 'GJ' central command if the data cannot be sent off-site."

"Of course. You will be notified within two days."

"Spank'n."

"No fair! How come she's not in trouble?"

"Who says she isn't." Kim let the older women ponder that as she lifted her daughters down from the small desk. The twins let themselves be led from the observation room, but not before saying 'goodbye' to their Aunt Betty and raising tiny hands to wave in a personalized salute… with their other hand placed over one eye.

"Who wants ice cream?"

"ME!"

"I do!"

"Race you to the elevator!" The girls were already running and Kim watched them. Shego moved forward to touch her arm.

"What about spoiling their dinner?"

"That's now for a few hours. After having expended that much energy, they'll need loads of empty carbs to stay awake for dinner and then sleep through the night. Don't hang around here too long." Kim began to walk down the corridor. "You have the keys." She waved in a normal manner to Dr. Director and followed the laughing children towards the elevator.

"And grab my purse, please and thank you!"

Betty Director had been so intent on observing the happy trio that she didn't notice Shego standing beside her until the tall woman had returned from getting the purses. They shared the scene for a moment as the petite red head at the end of the long hall encouraged the twins to jump a little bit higher until they could hit the button to open the door.

The former villain cleared her throat before speaking.

"You asked me what I wanted."

"Yes."

"This. This is what I wanted." She glanced down to where the twins cajoled and Kim gamboled right along with them. "Family. Home. Security."

"Not just the children."

"There's nothing 'just' about the children. It's all one package." She paused. "For better and for worse. I want… my family."

Dr. Director nodded in understanding. By this time the button had been reached and Kim and the twins were already on their way to ground level.

"Maybe this will interest you." She removed a folded sheet of paper from her uniform pocket and handed it to the taller woman. "Please consider reading this over and sign it if you are interested." The paper was accepted carelessly and Shego gave it a glance.

"What is it?"

"You can consider it an application for employment."

The former villain's eyes opened wide. She held the sheet between her thumb and index finger as if it were the tail of a dead rat.

"You're shitting me."

"I… shit you not. Full employment, mind you, with and training and evaluation suitable for becoming a full agent of Global Justice. That is to say, not to remain an Independent Operative like Kimberly. The choice is yours, of course, however I implore you to give the matter consideration."

"Just like that? No interview process?"

"That, Ms. Possible, is what we have been doing for the last hour."

"Why not Kim? I mean… why aren't you going to Kim with this offer?"

"I had."

"And?"

"She declined. I was given leave to outline an offer and she turned us down." Betty shrugged. "As a full agent, that is. She is still very much interested in remaining an 'Indie'."

It was several steps before Shego could form words.

"Does she know that you're asking me?"

"My dear… it was our Kimberly that suggested I speak with you."

"Is that what she meant by you still being 'in trouble'?"

"I believe so."

"What would I do?"

"Pretty much what you are doing now. Except you would draw a higher pay grade and share other benefits that up to now only extended towards Kimberly. Your availability to go on missions would be entirely up to you. I was thinking more of training and security." The uniformed woman held her gaze. "You have knowledge that 'GJ' can benefit from."

The pale green woman refolded the paper and numbly stuck it into her jacket pocket as she let herself be led to the elevator.

"Betty, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

The End.

Author's Notes: Please excuse the blatant rip off of 'Casablanca' for my ending. Be well!

Description
Shiny Hands
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. The rest you can blame on me.
Rating: PG-13 for intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adults of either sex. This should also cover a little harsh language now and then. It's amazing what offends people these days. No imaginary characters were harmed in this story.
Summary: This is a Kim/Shego pairing fan fiction set in my 'Who's Writing This Crap?' Kigoverse. Kasy and Sheki are the creations of Nodrogs.

Shiny Hands / part four

"Back to our earlier discussion," Betty motioned to the recently closed door before resting her elbows on her desk and interlaced her fingers. "When I commented on how I had observed a change in Kimberly, do you recall the words you had used?"

"Not really."

"You said, 'for better or for worse'."

"So?"

"May I ask you a thing or two about your marriage to Mrs. Possible?"

"No one's stopping you."

"You take your union seriously." It was not posed as a question.

"Serious as a heart attack."

"You've taken her name."

"It's a good name."

"But you do not wear a ring." Betty nodded towards the pale green hands, bereft of jewelry, resting in the lap of her guest. "Is this a matter of personal preference or would a wedding band be too much like a declaration of codependence?"

"Oh, I wear a ring all right." Shego grinned widely. "But you'd have to be showering with me to see it."

"Really, Ms. Possible, if you are hoping to embarrass me, you needn't waste your…"

"Chill, Doc." One of those hands rose to her long neck and undid the top button of her collar; the thumb delved into the neckline and brought forth a silver chain from which dangled a sparkling gold band. "That's all the peep show you get." Shego's expression softened considerably as she displayed the wedding ring. "Hot plasma is not conducive to wearing bling on my hands. This was on my finger for the ceremony and it's been around my neck for almost every waking hour since."

They were each considering the weight of Shego's words when activity on the monitor screens announced Will Du's return to the chamber below. He had opened the sealed door and some additional light from the outer hallway shone briefly into the otherwise dark periphery of the huge space. The door closed and the figure began to lumber forward.

The women spared a look at each other.

"Showtime."

Will had stopped and the three Possibles around the colorful table were looking at him. The girls put down crayons and scampered forward, stopping when the hulking shape took a half step backwards. There was no sound to hear in the control room but it appeared as if the girls were speaking to the suit of armor and their puzzled expressions indicated that they were not getting any response. The suit moved, arms raising slightly but taking another step back from the children.

Kim stood, brushed at her skirt and moved forward.

Before she could take two paces the suit of armor strode to meet her; the feet stamped down with each step and the shoulders swaggered back and forth to accentuate the motion. With gauntleted fingers clenched, the armor lifted one huge hand up over its helmet and thrust the other one at Kim; she flinched but the suit was still some distance away. To a casual observer it did look as if Kim Possible was about to be accosted.

There was movement from the twins.

There was a green flash that glared up from the chamber thirty feet below them; they were blocked from any direct exposure but the light was more than bright enough to blind them momentarily and leave a faint afterimage that they had to blink away. Machines hummed around them but the several monitor screens only showed static.

"Oh, dear." Dr. Director quickly turned to locate the particular readout that showed Will Du's vital signs and Shego realized that her mouth was hanging open.

"Well… that didn't take long."

88888888

Kim staggered through the doorway of the observation room bearing the full weight of her daughters as they struggled in her arms.

"Who's brilliant idea was that?" Her glare encompassed both her wife and her mentor, spearing them equally with her own emerald eyes.

"Um…"

"Well, Kimberly…"

"Never mind." Kim set the girls down on the narrow desk. "You two sit here and be good while Mommy finds your jackets."

"Ok!"

"Yes, Mommy!"

"Kimberly, I believe that this one belongs to Sheki."

"Hey, Kimmie, here's Kasy's, too."

"You don't get off the hook that easy." The eyes flashed again. "Eeither of you." The red head accepted the jackets and dressed the fussing children, poking little arms into sleeves while the twins buzzed with excitement. They looked to Shego and grinned.

"MOMMA!"

"Hi, Momma!"

"Hello, munchkins!"

"We zapped a bad guy!"

"Zap!"

"Kerpow!"

"He was gonna hurt Mommy!"

"We saved her!"

"I made shiny hands!"

"Me, too!"

"We thought it was Agen' Doo!" Kasy said.

"But it wasn't." Sheki assured them all.

"Aunt Betty, where's Doo-Doo?"

"Resting comfortably." Dr. Director spoke more to Kim than to the twins. "We'll know more when he regains consciousness." She turned to look down at the girls. "Will is taking a nap."

"Oh…. Ok!" This satisfied the twins. Kasy was rubbing at her eyes and Sheki yawned. "I'm sleepy."

"Me, too." The little girl made a face. "And I pooted."

The petite red head cocked her thumb at the children.

"… and welcome to the Possible family. The bad news is that today's nap schedule is shot to heck because they'll be passed out before we get home, after a display like that. The good news," Kim didn't particularly feel happy but a grin broke through nonetheless. "My babies have super powers!"

Shego sidled closer.

"We kind'a already knew that, Pumpkin."

"But they have powers! Major powers!" Now Kim was almost giddy, enough to rope her mate into a one-armed hug. "Booyah!"

"Congrats!" Shego ignored the watchful eye of their host and bend down to plant a kiss on the crown of Kim's head. The petite hero squeezed her close for a moment and then released the hug.

"Corrected to previous statement…. 'our' babies. And that's not just because of the plasma powers."

"Thank you Princess." Nothing made Shego feel warmer than when Kim reminded her of that.

"Don't you 'Princess' me." The hug was over and a small, strong hand gently shoved the taller women away. "You're still in trouble unless we can figure out a way to keep the girls awake for the next few hours until dinner." A finger jabbed. "Otherwise who knows how late they'll be up tonight?" She stressed the last word. "Savvy?"

"Kimmie… not in front of…"

"Deal with it." Kim smirked but followed it with a quick kiss. She turned her attention to the chief executive officer of Global Justice. "Dr. Director, I would appreciate being able to review today's findings, please and thank you. I can come in to 'GJ' central command if the data cannot be sent off-site."

"Of course. You will be notified within two days."

"Spank'n."

"No fair! How come she's not in trouble?"

"Who says she isn't." Kim let the older women ponder that as she lifted her daughters down from the small desk. The twins let themselves be led from the observation room, but not before saying 'goodbye' to their Aunt Betty and raising tiny hands to wave in a personalized salute… with their other hand placed over one eye.

"Who wants ice cream?"

"ME!"

"I do!"

"Race you to the elevator!" The girls were already running and Kim watched them. Shego moved forward to touch her arm.

"What about spoiling their dinner?"

"That's now for a few hours. After having expended that much energy, they'll need loads of empty carbs to stay awake for dinner and then sleep through the night. Don't hang around here too long." Kim began to walk down the corridor. "You have the keys." She waved in a normal manner to Dr. Director and followed the laughing children towards the elevator.

"And grab my purse, please and thank you!"

Betty Director had been so intent on observing the happy trio that she didn't notice Shego standing beside her until the tall woman had returned from getting the purses. They shared the scene for a moment as the petite red head at the end of the long hall encouraged the twins to jump a little bit higher until they could hit the button to open the door.

The former villain cleared her throat before speaking.

"You asked me what I wanted."

"Yes."

"This. This is what I wanted." She glanced down to where the twins cajoled and Kim gamboled right along with them. "Family. Home. Security."

"Not just the children."

"There's nothing 'just' about the children. It's all one package." She paused. "For better and for worse. I want… my family."

Dr. Director nodded in understanding. By this time the button had been reached and Kim and the twins were already on their way to ground level.

"Maybe this will interest you." She removed a folded sheet of paper from her uniform pocket and handed it to the taller woman. "Please consider reading this over and sign it if you are interested." The paper was accepted carelessly and Shego gave it a glance.

"What is it?"

"You can consider it an application for employment."

The former villain's eyes opened wide. She held the sheet between her thumb and index finger as if it were the tail of a dead rat.

"You're shitting me."

"I… shit you not. Full employment, mind you, with and training and evaluation suitable for becoming a full agent of Global Justice. That is to say, not to remain an Independent Operative like Kimberly. The choice is yours, of course, however I implore you to give the matter consideration."

"Just like that? No interview process?"

"That, Ms. Possible, is what we have been doing for the last hour."

"Why not Kim? I mean… why aren't you going to Kim with this offer?"

"I had."

"And?"

"She declined. I was given leave to outline an offer and she turned us down." Betty shrugged. "As a full agent, that is. She is still very much interested in remaining an 'Indie'."

It was several steps before Shego could form words.

"Does she know that you're asking me?"

"My dear… it was our Kimberly that suggested I speak with you."

"Is that what she meant by you still being 'in trouble'?"

"I believe so."

"What would I do?"

"Pretty much what you are doing now. Except you would draw a higher pay grade and share other benefits that up to now only extended towards Kimberly. Your availability to go on missions would be entirely up to you. I was thinking more of training and security." The uniformed woman held her gaze. "You have knowledge that 'GJ' can benefit from."

The pale green woman refolded the paper and numbly stuck it into her jacket pocket as she let herself be led to the elevator.

"Betty, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

The End.

Author's Notes: Please excuse the blatant rip off of 'Casablanca' for my ending. Be well!