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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 two

Kim took the steps lightly down to the 'ground' level of the testing area and by the time she reached the bottom she felt like a million bucks. Or maybe a bazillion! She smiled to herself as she walked down the short corridor to the access hatch and thought about how truly protective of the children her spouse really was, regardless of how the woman might sound to the contrary. Shego was like a lioness sometimes, brooding over her pride, and that included Kim as well. The young redhead felt the warmth of her love for her former nemesis and wondered for the umpteenth time exactly how two such different people could be drawn together.

Kim stopped at the access hatch and let the scanner verify her palm print. The seals popped and the hatch swung soundlessly open on frictionless bearings to admit her. Two of the three occupants of the room beyond were already running in her direction as the third slowly clambered to its feet.

"MOMMY!"

"MOMMY!"

"Oooo! Hello, Munchkins!" She went down on one knee and had prepared herself for their combined weight; Kim was just slightly rocked back when they leapt into her arms. "Whatcha been doing?"

"TEA PARTY!"

"We had cookies!"

"AND MILK!"

"Mr. Bunny had some milk, too!"

"I POOTED!"

Kim barely heard a word of this. She was simply too amazed, even after four years, that she was the mother of two such adorable angels… even if she did say so, herself. The frizzy red mop of Kasy's hair refused to lay flat beneath her plastic toy tiara, the one that Kim and Shego were certain of having thrown away countless times. The pale green child was practically vibrating with pent up energy. Her sister, on the other hand, wasn't nearly so difficult to hold onto. Sheki shared the same open smile as her twin but otherwise rested against Kim and gently stroked back the gray ears of Mr. Bunny, whose matted and slightly sticky face attested to his indeed having been in direct contact with milk. Kim made a mental note to have him laundered and dried before bedtime.

"That sounds like fun!" She kissed them both. "Maybe not so much the pooting!" Together they stood and Kim surveyed the chamber where her daughters had been for the last thirty odd minutes.

The walls of the enormous room were of a special alloy, extremely resistant to damage, the exact composition of which was unknown beyond the boundaries of Global Justice. They were coated with a cheap and easily re-applied layer of black enamel, so dark and flat as to absorb the excess light from the single overhead bulb and turn the rest of the room into a galactic void. All weaponry for 'GJ' was tested in this room.

A small table, round and low to the floor, sat about ten yards in from the access hatch, making it nowhere near the center of the truly huge room. The table and its four small chairs were a righteous mismatch of pastels, as was the bright plastic tea service arranged on the table between bits of paper and colored pencil, with little plates and real cookies and neatly folded napkins.

The third member of the soirée had been seated on the floor and it was totally understandable as to why this was necessary… considering that he weighed almost four hundred pounds in his reinforced body armor with fully enclosed helmet with adjustable polarization faceplate and enhanced heat-resistant shielding. At that moment, the faceplate was crystal clear and the wearer's entire head was fully visible within.

Everything about Special Agent Will Du's expression said 'kill me'.

"Hello, Will." Kim knew better than to extend her hand. She had been on amicable terms with the agent for years now but there was little point in shaking a hand encased in a massive gauntlet.

"Kim." His attempt at a smile failed. His armor was as black as the room, except for the faceplate, and he looked as if he'd rather be in front of a firing squad. The redhead empathized with her occasional cohort and ruffled the twins' hair to get their attention.

"Ladies, why don't you pour Mommy some tea while…"

"It's really milk, Mommy."

"… Agent Will and I talk for a moment. Milk would be fine, baby."

"Ok." Sheki turned and bounced back to the table, her sister in tow. Kim watched them for a moment longer and turned back to Special Agent Du. She noticed something about his armor, a minor detail not of its usual design, and drew his attention to it with her eyes.

"You, um, have a fuzzy monkey sticker on your shoulder."

"Yes." He caned his neck as well as he could within the transparent faceplate and frowned. "A gift from Kasy, I believe."

"Sorry about that."

"It is nothing." Du raised his head, stoic as ever. "It goes well with the crayoned smiley face Sheki drew while my attention was elsewhere." He made a half turn so that she could see.

"Oh! Darn!"

"It is not important."

"I really am sorry."

"Let me stress the unimportance of the issue."

"They're only four."

"So the dossier reports."

"They're just playing."

"That was my impression."

"You're probably just like a big, cuddly…" That word and Will's countenance just didn't go together. "Armor-plated juggernaut of doom to them."

"Really." There was monotone, and there was monotone, and then there was Will Du. Her blush deepened as she found herself becoming uncharacteristically flustered.

"Will! I'm doing my best here! Are you going to meet me halfway, or what?"

Now he did smile.

"Apologies, Kim. The subjects…" He blinked and she could practically see his brain rewinding to select a more appropriate word. "The children really have been well-behaved. They are a pleasure to be around, but babysitting is not in my… arsenal… of skills."

"Then consider this a reprieve." Kim didn't want to come right out and say that Doc Betty had used almost those same words just minutes ago. "Dr. Director sent me down here to get you. She said I could stay with the girls for the rest of the experiment." She watched what passed for relief wash over his face and he straightened under the weight of the armor.

"Ah, good. Then we can review the data we have collected so far."

"Such as it is." She spread her slender hands. "So far it's a whole lot of nothing."

"No data in itself is still something that we can document."

"You could always review the telemetry of Kasy's poot."

His lack of reply was a sure sign that her humor had fallen flat.

"… or not." Kim cleared her throat and looked to the girls. "Ladies, you'd better say goodbye to Will because he has to go back to work now." She watched as her daughters scrambled to their feet and pounded back over to where the adults stood.

"Bye-bye, Agen' Doo."

"BYE, DOO-DOO!"

"Goodbye, Miss Sheki. Goodbye, Miss Kasy. We will have to do this again sometime." He bumped knuckles with both girls and this earned him bonus points with their mother… even though Kim could detect a slight hesitance as Will bent down to 'kiss' Mr. Bunny… and then he straightened and turned around to face her.

"I trust that we will be seeing you later?"

"Doy! My name might not be on the call roster as often as it used to be, but you can't keep me away that easily."

"Good to know. Take care." He raised his massive gauntlet and it took a moment for Kim to realize what he was doing. She bumped her tiny hand against the segmented plating and moved aside to let the Special Agent amble towards the access hatch.

To Be Continued…

Author's Notes: For more on the 'shiny hands' thing, please read my story 'Sticks And Stones'.

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 two

Kim took the steps lightly down to the 'ground' level of the testing area and by the time she reached the bottom she felt like a million bucks. Or maybe a bazillion! She smiled to herself as she walked down the short corridor to the access hatch and thought about how truly protective of the children her spouse really was, regardless of how the woman might sound to the contrary. Shego was like a lioness sometimes, brooding over her pride, and that included Kim as well. The young redhead felt the warmth of her love for her former nemesis and wondered for the umpteenth time exactly how two such different people could be drawn together.

Kim stopped at the access hatch and let the scanner verify her palm print. The seals popped and the hatch swung soundlessly open on frictionless bearings to admit her. Two of the three occupants of the room beyond were already running in her direction as the third slowly clambered to its feet.

"MOMMY!"

"MOMMY!"

"Oooo! Hello, Munchkins!" She went down on one knee and had prepared herself for their combined weight; Kim was just slightly rocked back when they leapt into her arms. "Whatcha been doing?"

"TEA PARTY!"

"We had cookies!"

"AND MILK!"

"Mr. Bunny had some milk, too!"

"I POOTED!"

Kim barely heard a word of this. She was simply too amazed, even after four years, that she was the mother of two such adorable angels… even if she did say so, herself. The frizzy red mop of Kasy's hair refused to lay flat beneath her plastic toy tiara, the one that Kim and Shego were certain of having thrown away countless times. The pale green child was practically vibrating with pent up energy. Her sister, on the other hand, wasn't nearly so difficult to hold onto. Sheki shared the same open smile as her twin but otherwise rested against Kim and gently stroked back the gray ears of Mr. Bunny, whose matted and slightly sticky face attested to his indeed having been in direct contact with milk. Kim made a mental note to have him laundered and dried before bedtime.

"That sounds like fun!" She kissed them both. "Maybe not so much the pooting!" Together they stood and Kim surveyed the chamber where her daughters had been for the last thirty odd minutes.

The walls of the enormous room were of a special alloy, extremely resistant to damage, the exact composition of which was unknown beyond the boundaries of Global Justice. They were coated with a cheap and easily re-applied layer of black enamel, so dark and flat as to absorb the excess light from the single overhead bulb and turn the rest of the room into a galactic void. All weaponry for 'GJ' was tested in this room.

A small table, round and low to the floor, sat about ten yards in from the access hatch, making it nowhere near the center of the truly huge room. The table and its four small chairs were a righteous mismatch of pastels, as was the bright plastic tea service arranged on the table between bits of paper and colored pencil, with little plates and real cookies and neatly folded napkins.

The third member of the soirée had been seated on the floor and it was totally understandable as to why this was necessary… considering that he weighed almost four hundred pounds in his reinforced body armor with fully enclosed helmet with adjustable polarization faceplate and enhanced heat-resistant shielding. At that moment, the faceplate was crystal clear and the wearer's entire head was fully visible within.

Everything about Special Agent Will Du's expression said 'kill me'.

"Hello, Will." Kim knew better than to extend her hand. She had been on amicable terms with the agent for years now but there was little point in shaking a hand encased in a massive gauntlet.

"Kim." His attempt at a smile failed. His armor was as black as the room, except for the faceplate, and he looked as if he'd rather be in front of a firing squad. The redhead empathized with her occasional cohort and ruffled the twins' hair to get their attention.

"Ladies, why don't you pour Mommy some tea while…"

"It's really milk, Mommy."

"… Agent Will and I talk for a moment. Milk would be fine, baby."

"Ok." Sheki turned and bounced back to the table, her sister in tow. Kim watched them for a moment longer and turned back to Special Agent Du. She noticed something about his armor, a minor detail not of its usual design, and drew his attention to it with her eyes.

"You, um, have a fuzzy monkey sticker on your shoulder."

"Yes." He caned his neck as well as he could within the transparent faceplate and frowned. "A gift from Kasy, I believe."

"Sorry about that."

"It is nothing." Du raised his head, stoic as ever. "It goes well with the crayoned smiley face Sheki drew while my attention was elsewhere." He made a half turn so that she could see.

"Oh! Darn!"

"It is not important."

"I really am sorry."

"Let me stress the unimportance of the issue."

"They're only four."

"So the dossier reports."

"They're just playing."

"That was my impression."

"You're probably just like a big, cuddly…" That word and Will's countenance just didn't go together. "Armor-plated juggernaut of doom to them."

"Really." There was monotone, and there was monotone, and then there was Will Du. Her blush deepened as she found herself becoming uncharacteristically flustered.

"Will! I'm doing my best here! Are you going to meet me halfway, or what?"

Now he did smile.

"Apologies, Kim. The subjects…" He blinked and she could practically see his brain rewinding to select a more appropriate word. "The children really have been well-behaved. They are a pleasure to be around, but babysitting is not in my… arsenal… of skills."

"Then consider this a reprieve." Kim didn't want to come right out and say that Doc Betty had used almost those same words just minutes ago. "Dr. Director sent me down here to get you. She said I could stay with the girls for the rest of the experiment." She watched what passed for relief wash over his face and he straightened under the weight of the armor.

"Ah, good. Then we can review the data we have collected so far."

"Such as it is." She spread her slender hands. "So far it's a whole lot of nothing."

"No data in itself is still something that we can document."

"You could always review the telemetry of Kasy's poot."

His lack of reply was a sure sign that her humor had fallen flat.

"… or not." Kim cleared her throat and looked to the girls. "Ladies, you'd better say goodbye to Will because he has to go back to work now." She watched as her daughters scrambled to their feet and pounded back over to where the adults stood.

"Bye-bye, Agen' Doo."

"BYE, DOO-DOO!"

"Goodbye, Miss Sheki. Goodbye, Miss Kasy. We will have to do this again sometime." He bumped knuckles with both girls and this earned him bonus points with their mother… even though Kim could detect a slight hesitance as Will bent down to 'kiss' Mr. Bunny… and then he straightened and turned around to face her.

"I trust that we will be seeing you later?"

"Doy! My name might not be on the call roster as often as it used to be, but you can't keep me away that easily."

"Good to know. Take care." He raised his massive gauntlet and it took a moment for Kim to realize what he was doing. She bumped her tiny hand against the segmented plating and moved aside to let the Special Agent amble towards the access hatch.

To Be Continued…

Author's Notes: For more on the 'shiny hands' thing, please read my story 'Sticks And Stones'.