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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 three

"You don't scare me."

"Such was never my intent."

"You're lucky my chick's not here, or she'd beat you up."

"These days, that would be likely. In my youth, I seriously doubt it."

"Were you a real bad ass back when dinosaurs ruled the Earth?"

"Hardly. I simply doubt that our Kimberly is quite the dirty fighter I was."

Shego colored and took a moment to watch her Kimmie on the monitor screens before speaking; the redhead had just entered the testing chamber and the twins were running to her.

"She's learned a few things."

"From you?"

"She a quick study once she drops that iron will of hers."

"The stubborn beast flesh?"

"The… what?"

"Never mind." Dr. Director's thoughts rolled back to darker days best left buried in the past. "Just something I wrote in a report once." Betty offered a friendly smile. "Getting past Kimberly's iron will is the ticket?"

"An iron will is no substitute for a granite jaw, or balls of steel." Shego tired of the metaphors. "If I can teach her anything that will keep her alive long enough for her experience to catch up to her instincts…" Her voice trailed off and Dr. Director waited a moment before chiming in. She had caught sight of Special Agent Du on the monitor and he was apparently having a discussion with the young hero down in the testing chamber below them. From Kim's expression, it was a friendly conversation.

"Do you see why she is so important to us? Hers is a strength that cannot be taught. You better than anyone should know this."

The silence from across the room was all the affirmation Betty needed. Shego scowled. She glanced again at the overhead monitor and watched Special Agent Du slowly walk toward the access of the chamber, and then suppressed a smile as the three loves of her life gathered around the low table beneath the spot light. She looked back at her host.

"She could beat up your husband, then. Happy?"

"Goodness, please never tell Edward that" Dr. Director glanced at the small snapshot which always loaded at the corner of her computer screen when she logged on at a remote location within 'GJ'; the picture of her spouse and their infant son and adopted daughter that would always be in view of her good eye. "I'm having enough trouble with his midlife crisis as it is."

"What does a man who's dedicated both his criminal and legitimate life to building the sweetest ride do when he has a midlife crisis?" Shego asked expectantly.

"He takes a M1117 Guardian Armored Security Vehicle and adds a lift kit and knobby tires." The uniformed woman let her shoulders sag in frustration while Shego smirked. "It is like dealing with a juvenile."

"Boys and their toys?"

"Indubitably."

"His cousin was no better." Shego kept her expression guarded; her time with Drakken was always downplayed when in mixed company. "Always wanting to tweak and fiddle and never quite satisfied with the end result."

"I drew the line at the eight-track player." Again, Dr. Director chose to discretely handle the subject. She saw no reason to make her guest feel uncomfortable. "Back again to our Kimberly, I have noticed a change in her over the past year or so."

"For better or for worse?"

"Definitely for the better."

"Don't tell her that. She's too cocky already."

"One would expect motherhood to have slowed her down."

"Kim's worked hard not to lose her edge." The hackles rose on Shego's neck and the fingers of her right hand started to clench.

"I know that she has."

"Being a new mother at her age wasn't all peaches and cream, you know!"

"I know that it was not."

"Months of exercise to get back in shape, up all night with the twins, hitting the books every free moment to keep her studies from suffering!" Shego's voice grew in volume and pitch and she was starting to ramble; it was doubtful that she realized this but to her host it was almost an assault. The cause for Kim's prolonged hiatus as an independent operative for 'GJ' was only known in certain circles, as was the involvement of her former nemesis in that event. This would always be a sore point for the pale green woman.

"Let us not misunderstand each other. I was not merely referring to her becoming a mother."

"Then what are you talking about?"

"She is no longer the rash youngster that I first met when she was partnered with Ronald Stoppable."

"… oh…"

"The last few years have turned her into a fine woman."

"She gets the credit for that."

"I give you some of that credit."

"Thanks."

"And what about yourself?

"What about me?"

"Is that credit enough for you accept?"

"Meaning?"

"Is there anything more that you would want?"

"What are you talking about?"

Dr. Director put her hands together and interlaced her fingers.

"What I am asking, Ms. Possible, is would you consider…"

Further discussion was interrupted when the observation room door opened behind them with a faint hum. Both women swiveled their chairs and beheld the bulky figure that filled their view. Betty shook her head ruefully at the timing but was otherwise in complete control.

"Agent Du. How nice of you to join us."

"Hey, Doo-Doo! How long do you stay fresh in that can?"

"Dr. Director." His acknowledgement of his superior was dutifully respectful, although he all but ignored the pale green woman. The man sprung the internal latch of the helmet's visor and his features were fully exposed. He remained in the open doorway because the room was not quite large enough to accommodate the suit of combat armor.

"Nice face plate. It really shows off your eyes."

"Thank you." Will sounded anything but thankful.

"You just be glad that the girls could see that it was you in there."

"My intent was never to frighten them."

"… 'cause one tear and you'd be mincemeat."

"Again, I assure you…"

"I don't mean from Kim or me. The girls would show you those puppy dog eyes and you'd be eating out of their little green hands."

Will showed the hint of a smirk.

"I doubt that. The visor is 'pout-proof'."

Shego whole expression changed.

"It's what?"

"'Pout-proof'. It is resistant to Kim's legendary 'pout'." Will was almost grinning. "Didn't she ever mention this to you?"

"No!"

"She tested it for us. Works quite well."

"I'll pay two thousand dollars for a visor made of that stuff!"

"Sorry."

"Agent Du…"

"Five thousand!"

"It is proprietary material. Global Justice property."

"Special Agent Du… your immediate impressions would be appreciated." She spoke to her subordinate but looked towards Shego until the other woman regained her composure. "A full evaluation can wait until tomorrow." Betty Director anticipated her junior officer's displeasure at the perceived failure and felt that the best succor would be keeping the situation clinical. She toggled the 'record' button for the internal audio system and waited for the man to speak.

"Yes, ma'am." His eyes closed. "After fifty-seven minutes in a controlled and secure environment, supplied with artifacts to maintain physical and intellectual stimulus…"

"It was a tea party with coloring books!" Shego threw up her hands in mock disgust. "Is this what our tax dollars are paying for?"

"… the subjects did not display any meta-human abilities."

"Nice fuzzy monkey sticker. There's one just like it on our dashboard." Shego arched her neck around. "Who drew the smiley face on your ass?"

The segmented fingers of the armored gauntlet twitched but the man was otherwise unresponsive. Dr. Director gave herself the luxury of an inward smile and let her subordinate off the proverbial hook.

"A worthwhile investment of time, even with a lack of return. Thank you, Agent Du, I will await your official report."

"Ma'am?"

"Yes?"

"Dr. Director, it would appear to me that… that we are taking far too casual an approach for this study of the children's presupposed abilities."

"Continue."

"I find myself in agreement with our guest that tea, crayons and coloring books are hardly adequate stimulus to provoke a reaction."

"What do you propose? Keeping in mind that they are children and are here with the voluntary consent of their parents."

"Kim will rip your nut sack off like a paper towel if you go too far." Shego's mouth was soft but her eyes were green ice. "But please continue with your idea, Special Agent Du, I didn't mean to interrupt."

The man took a breath before speaking.

"There would be no harm to anyone. My idea was to create a mock threat to Kim."

The women shared a glance. The former villain pursed her lips and Dr. Director spoke for both of them.

"And?"

"And… that is all. I wouldn't even approach the children."

"You are counting on the girls reacting to the threat?"

"Perceived threat, ma'am. There would be no harm perpetrated on Kim, either."

"Agent Du, there is merit in the idea. But I see a flaw."

"Ma'am?"

"The children know you. They apparently like you."

"Lord knows why." Shego inspected her nails.

"And more to the point, you have just been with you for an hour."

"Fifty-seven minutes, ma'am."

"And they've marked you with the Fuzzy Monkey Sticker Of Shame!" The former villain reminded them.

With only a nod, the man proceeded to methodically pop loose several access plates and insignia emblems, including his nametag and the Fuzzy Monkey sticker and even the section of his armor where the smiley face was drawn. With the flick of an unseen switch his faceplate polarized to an opaque blank field and his next words were heavily synthesized to remove all human intonation.

"I now represent an unknown quality." Before them stood an anonymous armor-plated juggernaut of doom. "And hopefully a better catalyst for our experiment."

"Agent Du, I commend your enthusiasm for the project. In this case, however…" Betty turned fully around to face Shego. "I will permit this only if permission is given by Ms. Possible."

Shego thought for a minute. She glanced from Du to the monitor screens and back again.

"What if they freak out?"

"Then I raise my visor and it all becomes a joke. They can even draw another smiley face on my… posterior."

"Will, please remember that they're kids." The tone was almost pleading, if it were possible to plead sarcastically. Betty remained silent and waited for her subordinate to reply.

"And I would protect them with my life in the service of my duty."

The woman thought for another moment and then nodded.

"Go for it. Just make sure that thing has a titanium codpiece if she gets riled before I can save you."

"Understood." He straightened up as smartly as he could inside the armor and moved backwards into the hallway. "Ma'am. Ms. Possible." The door slid closed.

To Be Concluded….

Author's Notes: There are also details in my various works as to Doc Betty's life… specifically who her husband is and about their children, one adopted and the other conceived. It is an… unusual… pairing, to say the least.

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 three

"You don't scare me."

"Such was never my intent."

"You're lucky my chick's not here, or she'd beat you up."

"These days, that would be likely. In my youth, I seriously doubt it."

"Were you a real bad ass back when dinosaurs ruled the Earth?"

"Hardly. I simply doubt that our Kimberly is quite the dirty fighter I was."

Shego colored and took a moment to watch her Kimmie on the monitor screens before speaking; the redhead had just entered the testing chamber and the twins were running to her.

"She's learned a few things."

"From you?"

"She a quick study once she drops that iron will of hers."

"The stubborn beast flesh?"

"The… what?"

"Never mind." Dr. Director's thoughts rolled back to darker days best left buried in the past. "Just something I wrote in a report once." Betty offered a friendly smile. "Getting past Kimberly's iron will is the ticket?"

"An iron will is no substitute for a granite jaw, or balls of steel." Shego tired of the metaphors. "If I can teach her anything that will keep her alive long enough for her experience to catch up to her instincts…" Her voice trailed off and Dr. Director waited a moment before chiming in. She had caught sight of Special Agent Du on the monitor and he was apparently having a discussion with the young hero down in the testing chamber below them. From Kim's expression, it was a friendly conversation.

"Do you see why she is so important to us? Hers is a strength that cannot be taught. You better than anyone should know this."

The silence from across the room was all the affirmation Betty needed. Shego scowled. She glanced again at the overhead monitor and watched Special Agent Du slowly walk toward the access of the chamber, and then suppressed a smile as the three loves of her life gathered around the low table beneath the spot light. She looked back at her host.

"She could beat up your husband, then. Happy?"

"Goodness, please never tell Edward that" Dr. Director glanced at the small snapshot which always loaded at the corner of her computer screen when she logged on at a remote location within 'GJ'; the picture of her spouse and their infant son and adopted daughter that would always be in view of her good eye. "I'm having enough trouble with his midlife crisis as it is."

"What does a man who's dedicated both his criminal and legitimate life to building the sweetest ride do when he has a midlife crisis?" Shego asked expectantly.

"He takes a M1117 Guardian Armored Security Vehicle and adds a lift kit and knobby tires." The uniformed woman let her shoulders sag in frustration while Shego smirked. "It is like dealing with a juvenile."

"Boys and their toys?"

"Indubitably."

"His cousin was no better." Shego kept her expression guarded; her time with Drakken was always downplayed when in mixed company. "Always wanting to tweak and fiddle and never quite satisfied with the end result."

"I drew the line at the eight-track player." Again, Dr. Director chose to discretely handle the subject. She saw no reason to make her guest feel uncomfortable. "Back again to our Kimberly, I have noticed a change in her over the past year or so."

"For better or for worse?"

"Definitely for the better."

"Don't tell her that. She's too cocky already."

"One would expect motherhood to have slowed her down."

"Kim's worked hard not to lose her edge." The hackles rose on Shego's neck and the fingers of her right hand started to clench.

"I know that she has."

"Being a new mother at her age wasn't all peaches and cream, you know!"

"I know that it was not."

"Months of exercise to get back in shape, up all night with the twins, hitting the books every free moment to keep her studies from suffering!" Shego's voice grew in volume and pitch and she was starting to ramble; it was doubtful that she realized this but to her host it was almost an assault. The cause for Kim's prolonged hiatus as an independent operative for 'GJ' was only known in certain circles, as was the involvement of her former nemesis in that event. This would always be a sore point for the pale green woman.

"Let us not misunderstand each other. I was not merely referring to her becoming a mother."

"Then what are you talking about?"

"She is no longer the rash youngster that I first met when she was partnered with Ronald Stoppable."

"… oh…"

"The last few years have turned her into a fine woman."

"She gets the credit for that."

"I give you some of that credit."

"Thanks."

"And what about yourself?

"What about me?"

"Is that credit enough for you accept?"

"Meaning?"

"Is there anything more that you would want?"

"What are you talking about?"

Dr. Director put her hands together and interlaced her fingers.

"What I am asking, Ms. Possible, is would you consider…"

Further discussion was interrupted when the observation room door opened behind them with a faint hum. Both women swiveled their chairs and beheld the bulky figure that filled their view. Betty shook her head ruefully at the timing but was otherwise in complete control.

"Agent Du. How nice of you to join us."

"Hey, Doo-Doo! How long do you stay fresh in that can?"

"Dr. Director." His acknowledgement of his superior was dutifully respectful, although he all but ignored the pale green woman. The man sprung the internal latch of the helmet's visor and his features were fully exposed. He remained in the open doorway because the room was not quite large enough to accommodate the suit of combat armor.

"Nice face plate. It really shows off your eyes."

"Thank you." Will sounded anything but thankful.

"You just be glad that the girls could see that it was you in there."

"My intent was never to frighten them."

"… 'cause one tear and you'd be mincemeat."

"Again, I assure you…"

"I don't mean from Kim or me. The girls would show you those puppy dog eyes and you'd be eating out of their little green hands."

Will showed the hint of a smirk.

"I doubt that. The visor is 'pout-proof'."

Shego whole expression changed.

"It's what?"

"'Pout-proof'. It is resistant to Kim's legendary 'pout'." Will was almost grinning. "Didn't she ever mention this to you?"

"No!"

"She tested it for us. Works quite well."

"I'll pay two thousand dollars for a visor made of that stuff!"

"Sorry."

"Agent Du…"

"Five thousand!"

"It is proprietary material. Global Justice property."

"Special Agent Du… your immediate impressions would be appreciated." She spoke to her subordinate but looked towards Shego until the other woman regained her composure. "A full evaluation can wait until tomorrow." Betty Director anticipated her junior officer's displeasure at the perceived failure and felt that the best succor would be keeping the situation clinical. She toggled the 'record' button for the internal audio system and waited for the man to speak.

"Yes, ma'am." His eyes closed. "After fifty-seven minutes in a controlled and secure environment, supplied with artifacts to maintain physical and intellectual stimulus…"

"It was a tea party with coloring books!" Shego threw up her hands in mock disgust. "Is this what our tax dollars are paying for?"

"… the subjects did not display any meta-human abilities."

"Nice fuzzy monkey sticker. There's one just like it on our dashboard." Shego arched her neck around. "Who drew the smiley face on your ass?"

The segmented fingers of the armored gauntlet twitched but the man was otherwise unresponsive. Dr. Director gave herself the luxury of an inward smile and let her subordinate off the proverbial hook.

"A worthwhile investment of time, even with a lack of return. Thank you, Agent Du, I will await your official report."

"Ma'am?"

"Yes?"

"Dr. Director, it would appear to me that… that we are taking far too casual an approach for this study of the children's presupposed abilities."

"Continue."

"I find myself in agreement with our guest that tea, crayons and coloring books are hardly adequate stimulus to provoke a reaction."

"What do you propose? Keeping in mind that they are children and are here with the voluntary consent of their parents."

"Kim will rip your nut sack off like a paper towel if you go too far." Shego's mouth was soft but her eyes were green ice. "But please continue with your idea, Special Agent Du, I didn't mean to interrupt."

The man took a breath before speaking.

"There would be no harm to anyone. My idea was to create a mock threat to Kim."

The women shared a glance. The former villain pursed her lips and Dr. Director spoke for both of them.

"And?"

"And… that is all. I wouldn't even approach the children."

"You are counting on the girls reacting to the threat?"

"Perceived threat, ma'am. There would be no harm perpetrated on Kim, either."

"Agent Du, there is merit in the idea. But I see a flaw."

"Ma'am?"

"The children know you. They apparently like you."

"Lord knows why." Shego inspected her nails.

"And more to the point, you have just been with you for an hour."

"Fifty-seven minutes, ma'am."

"And they've marked you with the Fuzzy Monkey Sticker Of Shame!" The former villain reminded them.

With only a nod, the man proceeded to methodically pop loose several access plates and insignia emblems, including his nametag and the Fuzzy Monkey sticker and even the section of his armor where the smiley face was drawn. With the flick of an unseen switch his faceplate polarized to an opaque blank field and his next words were heavily synthesized to remove all human intonation.

"I now represent an unknown quality." Before them stood an anonymous armor-plated juggernaut of doom. "And hopefully a better catalyst for our experiment."

"Agent Du, I commend your enthusiasm for the project. In this case, however…" Betty turned fully around to face Shego. "I will permit this only if permission is given by Ms. Possible."

Shego thought for a minute. She glanced from Du to the monitor screens and back again.

"What if they freak out?"

"Then I raise my visor and it all becomes a joke. They can even draw another smiley face on my… posterior."

"Will, please remember that they're kids." The tone was almost pleading, if it were possible to plead sarcastically. Betty remained silent and waited for her subordinate to reply.

"And I would protect them with my life in the service of my duty."

The woman thought for another moment and then nodded.

"Go for it. Just make sure that thing has a titanium codpiece if she gets riled before I can save you."

"Understood." He straightened up as smartly as he could inside the armor and moved backwards into the hallway. "Ma'am. Ms. Possible." The door slid closed.

To Be Concluded….

Author's Notes: There are also details in my various works as to Doc Betty's life… specifically who her husband is and about their children, one adopted and the other conceived. It is an… unusual… pairing, to say the least.