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Sticks And Stones

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.

SUMMARY: This is a Kim/Shego pairing fan fiction, made seasonal for Halloween and mostly the killing of a plot bunny. This is set in my own personal “Who’s Writing This Crap?’ Kigoverse, however we all know that Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible are the sole creations of NoDrogs and I suggest you go read his story ‘A Small Possibility’ for their origin.

TYPE: Kim/Shego, Romance, Slash

RATING: PG-13 for intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adult females and should also cover some occasionally harsh language. I’m not certain how it will apply to farting or yelling at authority figures. If any of this will offend you, please read something else and then seek professional help.

Sticks And Stones / Three

The children had watched a Mr. Sit Down DVD and even coaxed their parents into reading them a nice long story. They’d been down for the count for almost two hours and the older members of Team Possible were in the living room watching a movie of their own.

One of them was crying.

“You’re a freak.”

“AM NOT!”

“And a big fat crybaby.”

“I AM NOT A CRYBABY!” This was punctuated by a prodigious sniffle. “Ok, so I’m a crybaby… but I am not FAT!”

Kim smiled and handed Shego a box of tissues.

“I take that part back. Do you want anything from the kitchen?”

“… sniffle…”

“I’ll take that as a no.” The redhead stood and left the room, collecting their empty glasses as she went. Closing up the house for the night only took a minute and Kim returned to the living room to see her mate still dabbing at her eyes.

“Oh, for the love of Mike… you’ve seen that film fifty times since we’ve been together!”

“… twenty-seven. No, hang on… twenty-eight…”

“Whatever! You know how it ends!”

“I know!”

“It’s a happy ending! He goes to Paris with her! They live happily ever-after!”

“… but it’s so sweet…!”

“And yet you won’t watch the remake with Harrison Ford.”

Kim barely had time to dodge the box of tissues that Shego flung at her.

“For your information, Kimmie-wimmie-pumpkin-angel, the Bogart version hurricane rocks but the remake sucks for air.” Shego thought a moment. “Greg Kinnear plays a more believable David Larrabee than William Holden, I’ll give you that.”

“Freak, I say.”

Kim held out her slim hand and Shego took it gently in her much larger one, both grips were strong and together they went upstairs to their shared bedroom. They disrobed and performed their nightly ablutions mostly in silence; it was a silence born of comfort and not of apathy because they were never tired of each other’s company.

“Damn, girl!”

“What?” Kim had just stepped out of the bathroom. “Do I have toothpaste on my chin?”

“No. Just checking out those abs.” Shego narrowed her eyes and settle back against her pillow. The petite redhead grinned and ran a finger down the front center of her body.

“Do I have a six-pack?”

“Shit… you have a six plus some muscle groupings that I’m not sure are even natural.”

There was a little rambunctious activity when Shego held Kim down and pulled off the fuzzy socks that Kim often wore to bed but that made Shego’s legs itch when they cuddled. The hero got her revenge shortly after lights-out when she laid claim to the first ‘Dutch oven’ of the night. Shego didn’t return to the bed until Kim stopped giggling and until the former villain was convinced that the bedroom had been thoroughly aerated. It took a mid-strength ‘Pout’ to drag her to the center of the bed where Kim waited with an insincere apology and open arms; the pale green woman could live with the one as long as she could have the other.

They turned off the bedside lamps and settled in close.

“Kim?”

“Hm?”

“Earlier.”

“Hm?”

“The carpet-muncher thing.”

“Hm.”

“Name calling?”

“Dunno. I… just dunno.”

“We gonna do anything?”

“Not unless it happens again.” She sighed and held the older woman tighter. “S’pose we’re lucky the kids haven’t gotten more flack ‘cause of us.”

“Didn’t think that many folks knew the whole story”

“They don’t. Not the sordid, tawdry details.”

“Love you, too.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah.” Shego nuzzled Kim’s hair. “It bother you?”

“What?”

“The flack.”

“Not for me.”

“The girls?”

“Yeah.”

“Glad to hear it… that it doesn’t bother you.”

“Yeah.”

“Used to.”

“So did.”

“Not so much?”

“So not.”

“Good.”

“Still… y’ever wonder if…?”

“What?”

“If… either of them turn out like…”

“Like what?”

“Us.”

“You mean gay?”

“Yeah.”

“Geez… I’m not ready to think about them with BOYS yet and now you’ve got me thinking about GIRLS, too.” Shego shivered. “Can’t they stay little forever?”

“Nope.”

“Sure?”

“Yep.”

“Nuts.”

“Yep.”

“Would them being gay bother you?”

“Heck no. It’s just… who knows what the world will be like in ten to fifteen years? Will people be more accepting?”

“If I have my way, they’ll live how they want and tell the rest of the world to go and fu…”

“SHEGO!”

“I’m just saying.” She squeezed the slender form in her arms. “Our girls shouldn’t worry about what other people think.”

“Agreed.”

“What folks do in the privacy of their own home isn’t anyone’s business.”

“Right!”

“So… the carpet-muncher thing?”

“No sense bugging at this point.”

“Ooo!” A promise from earlier in the evening suddenly came to mind. “Speaking of!”

“Oh, right! I’d almost forgotten!” Kim was almost purring when she broke their embrace and slowly… ever so slowly… moved herself down the length of Shego’s long and supple body until she was in the best position for what she had promised her mate earlier that evening.

“Please and thank you… and STOP giggling!”

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The phone call came while Kim was at her rarely occupied workstation in the Middleton contingent of Global Justice; she filed most of her reports from home and the workstation here was little more than a chair and a writing self and a terminal but sometimes there were matters of national security that required her to complete certain pieces of paperwork within the walls of ‘GJ’ proper. That, and she had been quietly asked by Dr. Director to make an occasional appearance so as to boost morale among the younger female agents that looked up to Kim Possible as a source of inspiration.

“Kim, here. What’s the si… um… Independent Agent Possible, speaking.”

“I love when you do that!” It was an agent they had worked with her before, someone that had been assigned to brief her on missions in the past, and they were on very close speaking terms. He chuckled at her gaff. “It makes for a more interesting stint at the switchboard!”

“Glad I could amuse!” Kim smiled to herself and saved her work, closing the report file. “What’s up?”

“Call on hold for you. They say they’re calling from your daughters’ school and they are using the ‘GJ’ standard issue façade rerouting contact line for parents.” The man let his former levity bleed away. “I can patch it right through.”

Kim settled the thoughts that sprang forth from her overactive imagination and spoke steadily

“Please and thank you.”

“Done. Hope it’s nothing. Bye.” There was a click and a buzz and finally a beep that was the signal of a new line being opened.

“Hello, this is Kim Possible.”

“Mrs. Possible… this is Gracie Manders at Middleton Elementary.”

“Yes?”

“I’m calling about your daughters.”

“Are the girls ok?”

“Well, yes. Yes, they’re fine, but we would like you to stop by for a meeting with our Principal regarding an incident.”

“‘Incident’?”

“Yes. In the schoolyard.”

“Are you sure they’re ok?”

“Oh, certainly.” The woman on the other end of the line lowered her voice. “There was a minor altercation involving another student in our First Grade class and…”

“Altercation?”

“I’m afraid so. You see, there was a fight between…”

“A FIGHT?!?”

“Mrs. Possible, please!”

“I, uh… sorry.” Kim composed herself but not before a few heads had turned her way in the ‘GJ’ bullpen. This was not the place to lose her cool. “They were in a fight??”

“Well… not a fight, per se. There was some name-calling and shoving, nothing more than a few tears and at least one bruised posterior when the other child lost her footing. I don’t mean to be vague, it’s just… well, disclosure is a funny thing these days.”

“I see.” Kim suspected that she knew what the root of this sitch was. She located a notepad in one of the myriad pockets of her cargo pants. “What day would be a good day for me to make an appointment?”

“Oh, dear! I don’t seem to have made myself clear at all. The Principal wants to see you today, this afternoon, when you come to collect the children.”

“Today?”

“Yes, please.”

“Oh.” Kim pocketed the notebook and glanced at the clock on her computer terminal. It had originally been Shego’s day to pick up the twins but there was no way Kim was going to let Shego handle this… whatever it was… on her own. Her mate’s general attitude towards authority figures gave a fifty-fifty chance of having one Principal get flash-fried before day’s end.

“I can be there in about twenty minutes if that won’t be too late.”

“Not at all. That would be just about when their last class ends and I’ll have their teacher escort them to the office waiting room. They can wait there with me while you speak with Mr. Barkin.”

An imbalanced feeling of déjà vu and chilling flashback shrouded her vision.

“Did you say ‘Mr. Barkin’?”

“Why, yes.”

“Mr. Barkin is the Principal?”

“Why, of course!”

“Since when?”

“Since his appointment was approved by the school board last month. He has really whipped the school into shape, let me tell you!”

“No doubt.” Kim found it impossible to mirror the other woman’s enthusiasm. That’s what I get for missing PTA meetings.

“Oh, yes! Well, I hope that I haven’t disturbed you too greatly and I’ll let Principal Barkin know that you will be here after classes.”

“… great...”

“Have a nice day!”

Kim closed her end of the connection and stared at nothing for a while. She cleared her mind whist tapping her pen against the edge of her desk until she knew that she absolutely had to get moving or she would be late for her impromptu meeting. She closed down the workstation and made her way out of the building, exchanging a few very brief pleasantries on her way, more to keep herself calm than out of politeness, and exited the hardware store façade to locate her car.

Middleton Elementary was only a few minutes drive but she needed to swing by the house to pick up Shego; she wanted her spouse with her so that she girls wouldn’t be alone during Kim’s meeting with Barkin.

Mr. Barkin.

Principal Barkin.

“Nuts.”

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The drive to the school had been understandably tense and it had been difficult to keep Shego calm.

“Did they touch my girls!?”

“No, of course not!”

“Because, I swear, if any of those fu…”

“Shego, chill! Teachers have so many rules to follow these days about handling kids that they can barely even touch them at all.”

“Still… they’d better not have laid a hand on them.” Green flickers of light reflected off the dashboard and Kim was glad that the school was now less than a block away.

She’d called ahead to alert Shego of the sitch and the older woman barely had enough time to change out of her more casual clothing in favor of a proper skirt and blouse. Kim hadn’t been wearing mission garb at the ‘GJ’ facility so she was already prepared for her meeting, albeit maybe a little underdressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. They had to wait at the crosswalk while a passel of children was herded across the street but entering the parking lot was considerably easy with all the buses gone so Kim was able to swing right into a ‘visitor’ space close to the front entrance.

Shego had not quite sufficiently chilled and neither woman got out of the car.

“I don’t see why you’re always the one who gets to talk to their teachers!”

“We agreed that I would interact with authority figures, right?”

“…”

“Ri-ight?”

“They’re my girls, too!” The taller woman crossed her arms and sulked. “We share all parental responsibilities!”

“Of course, baby! We always do.”

“But there are always SOME things that you don’t want me to do by myself!” Shego was getting angry again. “It always has to be YOU!”

“Well…”

“It’s like you don’t trust me!”

“Of course, I trust you. It’s just that…”

“Just what?!”

“It’s just that you’re a little too defensive of the girls, sometimes. You jump to a conclusion and stop observing the sitch for what it is.”

“What is the frelling sitch?!?”

“That’s just it! We… don’t… know!” The younger woman sighed. “But charging in without a clear head will just make it worse.”

“Bullshit! Babbling bullshit! I know what it REALLY is! You don’t…”

Kim tuned the rest of the diatribe out because she knew what was being said and she had been down this particular road before; this was the fallout of one of Shego’s deepest fears as a parent. The former thief was deeply insecure in her role as a mother and homemaker for the twins. The young hero had plenty of her own fears, especially since both roles had been thrust upon her at such a young age through an outlandishly elaborate… and unsuccessful… plot by Dr. Drakken to oust Kim Possible from her crime-fighting career by having her artificially impregnated. Shego had played a part in that scheme, albeit without any foreknowledge of exactly what Drakken’s plan was. She’d made him pay when she learned that Kim had become pregnant. Because of her involvement there was a guilt that accompanied the love that she shared within their tight-knit family, the family that they had created not only to support the children once they had been born but also the life that Kim and Shego shared together that was born from their attraction and affection for each other.

It was a love that took some time for Kim to understand and return; having another woman express intimate love towards her was a little frightening at first, disregarding the fact that it was her former worst enemy. With the impending arrival of the twins came a prolonged truce, which in turn led to familiarity and trust, and ultimately a comfort level that made the possibility of affection seem viable.

When Shego sat her down and finally exposed her heart by telling Kim of her feelings, the world seemed to stand still. When Kim melted into that first kiss, the world moved for them both. It was a complicated love but it was strong and flourishing.

Kim decided to rejoin the rant already in progress.

“… so if you don’t think that I’m capable enough to be a mother, then FINE!”

“I’ve never thought anything like that. Ever. You know it.”

“It’s like you don’t want me in their lives!” The pale green face was thoroughly screwed up in a scowl. If plasma could be projected from Shego’s eyes, the ca would’ve needed new upholstery. “I’m surprised that you even called me or stopped by the house to pick me up!”

“Now, look…”

“… or maybe the great and powerful Kim Possible would prefer that I remain out here IN THE CAR!!?”

Enough was enough.

“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer.” Kim pocketed her keys and her purse and opened the car door. She slid out and leaned back in to look Shego squarely in the face. “You’re mad and spooked about whatever the girls did and whatever it was that made them do it. If you go in there,” she pointed to the building, “in your current state of mind, you’ll just make more trouble for them with the school’s administrators. That, and likely attack Barkin before he get to say more than ten words. If you are determined not to control yourself, then yes, maybe you should consider staying in the car.”

Kim calmly shut the door on any argument that her wife might have been about to make. Walking to the front of the car, she gently leaned against the hood, her meager weight barely registering to the suspension system. Kim inspected the façade of her old alma mater and waited to see what happened next.

She didn’t have to wait long before the front passenger-side door opened and the vehicle rocked slightly beneath her as another body settled on the hood to her right. Kim turned and noted the apology written in the lines of her wife’s face. The actual words would come later.

“Kim?”

“Hm?”

“I’m mad and I’m spooked about whatever the girls did and whatever it was that made them do it.” One long arm reached out and snared Kim’s slender limb, a pale hand took her smaller hand in its grip. The mouth was hard-set and the eyes were like green flints but the blaze behind them had subsided. “I’d like to go inside now so that we can see our daughters.”

Kim nodded, a soft smile in her eyes.

“Agreed.”

“I was feeling stupid and scared.”

“So I gathered.”

“Sorry.”

“Accepted. But dealing with Barkin is my job. Mine, ok?”

“…”

“Say it with me. My job.” Kim’s tone evoked a rolling of Shego’s eyes.

“… your job…”

“And only because he knows me from my time as a student here. He expects to be speaking to me.” Kim lifted their clasped hands to her face and kissed a pale green knuckle. “And if I’ve ever… EVER… said or done anything to make you feel as if you were one iota less than a full mother to those gremlins, then I apologize. It’s very important to me that you know that.”

“I do.”

“Shego?”

“Hm?”

“Can I say one thing about, um… how I got… how the girls were… about Drakken’s plan to…”

“No!”

“Please?”

“No! You know that… that I’m sorry it…” The scowl was back but this time there was something darker behind it, that old guilt coming back. If she could have covered her ears without looking weak, she would have.

“I really need to.”

“… don’t…”

Kim forged ahead.

“I’m not.” She smiled. “Sorry, that is. I never was, not even when Dr. Feliz told my Mom and I that I was pregnant.”

“R-really?”

“Really. Stunned, yes. Shocked, yes. Sorry? Never.”

“Is that what you wanted to say?”

“Pretty much. That, and how amazing it is… crazy though it still seems sometimes at how unlikely the event was… that you and I are together and raising the bestest family that a girl could ever dream of.”

“Oh, stop.” Shego wiped her eyes under the pretense of brushing away a stray lock of hair. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

To Be Continued…

Author’s Notes: The reference to both ‘Sabrina’ films and characters therein was done without the permission of their respective creators. Please excuse the bit of exposition where I once again remind the readers of how the twins came to be born through the machinations of NoDrogs. Finally, I’ve never seen Kim as ever becoming a full agent for Global Justice. Rather, I imaging that she would remain an ‘Independent Operative’ and physically report to ‘GJ’ headquarters occasionally.

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Sticks And Stones

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.

SUMMARY: This is a Kim/Shego pairing fan fiction, made seasonal for Halloween and mostly the killing of a plot bunny. This is set in my own personal “Who’s Writing This Crap?’ Kigoverse, however we all know that Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible are the sole creations of NoDrogs and I suggest you go read his story ‘A Small Possibility’ for their origin.

TYPE: Kim/Shego, Romance, Slash

RATING: PG-13 for intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adult females and should also cover some occasionally harsh language. I’m not certain how it will apply to farting or yelling at authority figures. If any of this will offend you, please read something else and then seek professional help.

Sticks And Stones / Three

The children had watched a Mr. Sit Down DVD and even coaxed their parents into reading them a nice long story. They’d been down for the count for almost two hours and the older members of Team Possible were in the living room watching a movie of their own.

One of them was crying.

“You’re a freak.”

“AM NOT!”

“And a big fat crybaby.”

“I AM NOT A CRYBABY!” This was punctuated by a prodigious sniffle. “Ok, so I’m a crybaby… but I am not FAT!”

Kim smiled and handed Shego a box of tissues.

“I take that part back. Do you want anything from the kitchen?”

“… sniffle…”

“I’ll take that as a no.” The redhead stood and left the room, collecting their empty glasses as she went. Closing up the house for the night only took a minute and Kim returned to the living room to see her mate still dabbing at her eyes.

“Oh, for the love of Mike… you’ve seen that film fifty times since we’ve been together!”

“… twenty-seven. No, hang on… twenty-eight…”

“Whatever! You know how it ends!”

“I know!”

“It’s a happy ending! He goes to Paris with her! They live happily ever-after!”

“… but it’s so sweet…!”

“And yet you won’t watch the remake with Harrison Ford.”

Kim barely had time to dodge the box of tissues that Shego flung at her.

“For your information, Kimmie-wimmie-pumpkin-angel, the Bogart version hurricane rocks but the remake sucks for air.” Shego thought a moment. “Greg Kinnear plays a more believable David Larrabee than William Holden, I’ll give you that.”

“Freak, I say.”

Kim held out her slim hand and Shego took it gently in her much larger one, both grips were strong and together they went upstairs to their shared bedroom. They disrobed and performed their nightly ablutions mostly in silence; it was a silence born of comfort and not of apathy because they were never tired of each other’s company.

“Damn, girl!”

“What?” Kim had just stepped out of the bathroom. “Do I have toothpaste on my chin?”

“No. Just checking out those abs.” Shego narrowed her eyes and settle back against her pillow. The petite redhead grinned and ran a finger down the front center of her body.

“Do I have a six-pack?”

“Shit… you have a six plus some muscle groupings that I’m not sure are even natural.”

There was a little rambunctious activity when Shego held Kim down and pulled off the fuzzy socks that Kim often wore to bed but that made Shego’s legs itch when they cuddled. The hero got her revenge shortly after lights-out when she laid claim to the first ‘Dutch oven’ of the night. Shego didn’t return to the bed until Kim stopped giggling and until the former villain was convinced that the bedroom had been thoroughly aerated. It took a mid-strength ‘Pout’ to drag her to the center of the bed where Kim waited with an insincere apology and open arms; the pale green woman could live with the one as long as she could have the other.

They turned off the bedside lamps and settled in close.

“Kim?”

“Hm?”

“Earlier.”

“Hm?”

“The carpet-muncher thing.”

“Hm.”

“Name calling?”

“Dunno. I… just dunno.”

“We gonna do anything?”

“Not unless it happens again.” She sighed and held the older woman tighter. “S’pose we’re lucky the kids haven’t gotten more flack ‘cause of us.”

“Didn’t think that many folks knew the whole story”

“They don’t. Not the sordid, tawdry details.”

“Love you, too.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah.” Shego nuzzled Kim’s hair. “It bother you?”

“What?”

“The flack.”

“Not for me.”

“The girls?”

“Yeah.”

“Glad to hear it… that it doesn’t bother you.”

“Yeah.”

“Used to.”

“So did.”

“Not so much?”

“So not.”

“Good.”

“Still… y’ever wonder if…?”

“What?”

“If… either of them turn out like…”

“Like what?”

“Us.”

“You mean gay?”

“Yeah.”

“Geez… I’m not ready to think about them with BOYS yet and now you’ve got me thinking about GIRLS, too.” Shego shivered. “Can’t they stay little forever?”

“Nope.”

“Sure?”

“Yep.”

“Nuts.”

“Yep.”

“Would them being gay bother you?”

“Heck no. It’s just… who knows what the world will be like in ten to fifteen years? Will people be more accepting?”

“If I have my way, they’ll live how they want and tell the rest of the world to go and fu…”

“SHEGO!”

“I’m just saying.” She squeezed the slender form in her arms. “Our girls shouldn’t worry about what other people think.”

“Agreed.”

“What folks do in the privacy of their own home isn’t anyone’s business.”

“Right!”

“So… the carpet-muncher thing?”

“No sense bugging at this point.”

“Ooo!” A promise from earlier in the evening suddenly came to mind. “Speaking of!”

“Oh, right! I’d almost forgotten!” Kim was almost purring when she broke their embrace and slowly… ever so slowly… moved herself down the length of Shego’s long and supple body until she was in the best position for what she had promised her mate earlier that evening.

“Please and thank you… and STOP giggling!”

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The phone call came while Kim was at her rarely occupied workstation in the Middleton contingent of Global Justice; she filed most of her reports from home and the workstation here was little more than a chair and a writing self and a terminal but sometimes there were matters of national security that required her to complete certain pieces of paperwork within the walls of ‘GJ’ proper. That, and she had been quietly asked by Dr. Director to make an occasional appearance so as to boost morale among the younger female agents that looked up to Kim Possible as a source of inspiration.

“Kim, here. What’s the si… um… Independent Agent Possible, speaking.”

“I love when you do that!” It was an agent they had worked with her before, someone that had been assigned to brief her on missions in the past, and they were on very close speaking terms. He chuckled at her gaff. “It makes for a more interesting stint at the switchboard!”

“Glad I could amuse!” Kim smiled to herself and saved her work, closing the report file. “What’s up?”

“Call on hold for you. They say they’re calling from your daughters’ school and they are using the ‘GJ’ standard issue façade rerouting contact line for parents.” The man let his former levity bleed away. “I can patch it right through.”

Kim settled the thoughts that sprang forth from her overactive imagination and spoke steadily

“Please and thank you.”

“Done. Hope it’s nothing. Bye.” There was a click and a buzz and finally a beep that was the signal of a new line being opened.

“Hello, this is Kim Possible.”

“Mrs. Possible… this is Gracie Manders at Middleton Elementary.”

“Yes?”

“I’m calling about your daughters.”

“Are the girls ok?”

“Well, yes. Yes, they’re fine, but we would like you to stop by for a meeting with our Principal regarding an incident.”

“‘Incident’?”

“Yes. In the schoolyard.”

“Are you sure they’re ok?”

“Oh, certainly.” The woman on the other end of the line lowered her voice. “There was a minor altercation involving another student in our First Grade class and…”

“Altercation?”

“I’m afraid so. You see, there was a fight between…”

“A FIGHT?!?”

“Mrs. Possible, please!”

“I, uh… sorry.” Kim composed herself but not before a few heads had turned her way in the ‘GJ’ bullpen. This was not the place to lose her cool. “They were in a fight??”

“Well… not a fight, per se. There was some name-calling and shoving, nothing more than a few tears and at least one bruised posterior when the other child lost her footing. I don’t mean to be vague, it’s just… well, disclosure is a funny thing these days.”

“I see.” Kim suspected that she knew what the root of this sitch was. She located a notepad in one of the myriad pockets of her cargo pants. “What day would be a good day for me to make an appointment?”

“Oh, dear! I don’t seem to have made myself clear at all. The Principal wants to see you today, this afternoon, when you come to collect the children.”

“Today?”

“Yes, please.”

“Oh.” Kim pocketed the notebook and glanced at the clock on her computer terminal. It had originally been Shego’s day to pick up the twins but there was no way Kim was going to let Shego handle this… whatever it was… on her own. Her mate’s general attitude towards authority figures gave a fifty-fifty chance of having one Principal get flash-fried before day’s end.

“I can be there in about twenty minutes if that won’t be too late.”

“Not at all. That would be just about when their last class ends and I’ll have their teacher escort them to the office waiting room. They can wait there with me while you speak with Mr. Barkin.”

An imbalanced feeling of déjà vu and chilling flashback shrouded her vision.

“Did you say ‘Mr. Barkin’?”

“Why, yes.”

“Mr. Barkin is the Principal?”

“Why, of course!”

“Since when?”

“Since his appointment was approved by the school board last month. He has really whipped the school into shape, let me tell you!”

“No doubt.” Kim found it impossible to mirror the other woman’s enthusiasm. That’s what I get for missing PTA meetings.

“Oh, yes! Well, I hope that I haven’t disturbed you too greatly and I’ll let Principal Barkin know that you will be here after classes.”

“… great...”

“Have a nice day!”

Kim closed her end of the connection and stared at nothing for a while. She cleared her mind whist tapping her pen against the edge of her desk until she knew that she absolutely had to get moving or she would be late for her impromptu meeting. She closed down the workstation and made her way out of the building, exchanging a few very brief pleasantries on her way, more to keep herself calm than out of politeness, and exited the hardware store façade to locate her car.

Middleton Elementary was only a few minutes drive but she needed to swing by the house to pick up Shego; she wanted her spouse with her so that she girls wouldn’t be alone during Kim’s meeting with Barkin.

Mr. Barkin.

Principal Barkin.

“Nuts.”

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The drive to the school had been understandably tense and it had been difficult to keep Shego calm.

“Did they touch my girls!?”

“No, of course not!”

“Because, I swear, if any of those fu…”

“Shego, chill! Teachers have so many rules to follow these days about handling kids that they can barely even touch them at all.”

“Still… they’d better not have laid a hand on them.” Green flickers of light reflected off the dashboard and Kim was glad that the school was now less than a block away.

She’d called ahead to alert Shego of the sitch and the older woman barely had enough time to change out of her more casual clothing in favor of a proper skirt and blouse. Kim hadn’t been wearing mission garb at the ‘GJ’ facility so she was already prepared for her meeting, albeit maybe a little underdressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. They had to wait at the crosswalk while a passel of children was herded across the street but entering the parking lot was considerably easy with all the buses gone so Kim was able to swing right into a ‘visitor’ space close to the front entrance.

Shego had not quite sufficiently chilled and neither woman got out of the car.

“I don’t see why you’re always the one who gets to talk to their teachers!”

“We agreed that I would interact with authority figures, right?”

“…”

“Ri-ight?”

“They’re my girls, too!” The taller woman crossed her arms and sulked. “We share all parental responsibilities!”

“Of course, baby! We always do.”

“But there are always SOME things that you don’t want me to do by myself!” Shego was getting angry again. “It always has to be YOU!”

“Well…”

“It’s like you don’t trust me!”

“Of course, I trust you. It’s just that…”

“Just what?!”

“It’s just that you’re a little too defensive of the girls, sometimes. You jump to a conclusion and stop observing the sitch for what it is.”

“What is the frelling sitch?!?”

“That’s just it! We… don’t… know!” The younger woman sighed. “But charging in without a clear head will just make it worse.”

“Bullshit! Babbling bullshit! I know what it REALLY is! You don’t…”

Kim tuned the rest of the diatribe out because she knew what was being said and she had been down this particular road before; this was the fallout of one of Shego’s deepest fears as a parent. The former thief was deeply insecure in her role as a mother and homemaker for the twins. The young hero had plenty of her own fears, especially since both roles had been thrust upon her at such a young age through an outlandishly elaborate… and unsuccessful… plot by Dr. Drakken to oust Kim Possible from her crime-fighting career by having her artificially impregnated. Shego had played a part in that scheme, albeit without any foreknowledge of exactly what Drakken’s plan was. She’d made him pay when she learned that Kim had become pregnant. Because of her involvement there was a guilt that accompanied the love that she shared within their tight-knit family, the family that they had created not only to support the children once they had been born but also the life that Kim and Shego shared together that was born from their attraction and affection for each other.

It was a love that took some time for Kim to understand and return; having another woman express intimate love towards her was a little frightening at first, disregarding the fact that it was her former worst enemy. With the impending arrival of the twins came a prolonged truce, which in turn led to familiarity and trust, and ultimately a comfort level that made the possibility of affection seem viable.

When Shego sat her down and finally exposed her heart by telling Kim of her feelings, the world seemed to stand still. When Kim melted into that first kiss, the world moved for them both. It was a complicated love but it was strong and flourishing.

Kim decided to rejoin the rant already in progress.

“… so if you don’t think that I’m capable enough to be a mother, then FINE!”

“I’ve never thought anything like that. Ever. You know it.”

“It’s like you don’t want me in their lives!” The pale green face was thoroughly screwed up in a scowl. If plasma could be projected from Shego’s eyes, the ca would’ve needed new upholstery. “I’m surprised that you even called me or stopped by the house to pick me up!”

“Now, look…”

“… or maybe the great and powerful Kim Possible would prefer that I remain out here IN THE CAR!!?”

Enough was enough.

“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer.” Kim pocketed her keys and her purse and opened the car door. She slid out and leaned back in to look Shego squarely in the face. “You’re mad and spooked about whatever the girls did and whatever it was that made them do it. If you go in there,” she pointed to the building, “in your current state of mind, you’ll just make more trouble for them with the school’s administrators. That, and likely attack Barkin before he get to say more than ten words. If you are determined not to control yourself, then yes, maybe you should consider staying in the car.”

Kim calmly shut the door on any argument that her wife might have been about to make. Walking to the front of the car, she gently leaned against the hood, her meager weight barely registering to the suspension system. Kim inspected the façade of her old alma mater and waited to see what happened next.

She didn’t have to wait long before the front passenger-side door opened and the vehicle rocked slightly beneath her as another body settled on the hood to her right. Kim turned and noted the apology written in the lines of her wife’s face. The actual words would come later.

“Kim?”

“Hm?”

“I’m mad and I’m spooked about whatever the girls did and whatever it was that made them do it.” One long arm reached out and snared Kim’s slender limb, a pale hand took her smaller hand in its grip. The mouth was hard-set and the eyes were like green flints but the blaze behind them had subsided. “I’d like to go inside now so that we can see our daughters.”

Kim nodded, a soft smile in her eyes.

“Agreed.”

“I was feeling stupid and scared.”

“So I gathered.”

“Sorry.”

“Accepted. But dealing with Barkin is my job. Mine, ok?”

“…”

“Say it with me. My job.” Kim’s tone evoked a rolling of Shego’s eyes.

“… your job…”

“And only because he knows me from my time as a student here. He expects to be speaking to me.” Kim lifted their clasped hands to her face and kissed a pale green knuckle. “And if I’ve ever… EVER… said or done anything to make you feel as if you were one iota less than a full mother to those gremlins, then I apologize. It’s very important to me that you know that.”

“I do.”

“Shego?”

“Hm?”

“Can I say one thing about, um… how I got… how the girls were… about Drakken’s plan to…”

“No!”

“Please?”

“No! You know that… that I’m sorry it…” The scowl was back but this time there was something darker behind it, that old guilt coming back. If she could have covered her ears without looking weak, she would have.

“I really need to.”

“… don’t…”

Kim forged ahead.

“I’m not.” She smiled. “Sorry, that is. I never was, not even when Dr. Feliz told my Mom and I that I was pregnant.”

“R-really?”

“Really. Stunned, yes. Shocked, yes. Sorry? Never.”

“Is that what you wanted to say?”

“Pretty much. That, and how amazing it is… crazy though it still seems sometimes at how unlikely the event was… that you and I are together and raising the bestest family that a girl could ever dream of.”

“Oh, stop.” Shego wiped her eyes under the pretense of brushing away a stray lock of hair. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

To Be Continued…

Author’s Notes: The reference to both ‘Sabrina’ films and characters therein was done without the permission of their respective creators. Please excuse the bit of exposition where I once again remind the readers of how the twins came to be born through the machinations of NoDrogs. Finally, I’ve never seen Kim as ever becoming a full agent for Global Justice. Rather, I imaging that she would remain an ‘Independent Operative’ and physically report to ‘GJ’ headquarters occasionally.