Ten Years Ago:
A car drove down the street of the suburbs of Go City. Inside, a black-haired six-year old girl looked out anxiously. “Here,” Shego said with some excitement. “This is my old neighborhood!”
Her foster father, Mister Pinkle smiled. “That's great. Maybe if we talk to someone here, they might know what happened to your brothers.”
“No,” Shego said sadly, “no one would know.”
“It wouldn't hurt to ask.”
“Maybe later. Can we go home now?”
“Of course.”
As he pulled away, Mr. Pinkle didn't notice a girl just out of her pre-teens helping her brothers build a tree house in the back yard of one of the houses. The young Shego did, however, and as she gazed out the window at her past self, she promised, “Don't worry, I'll make it right…”
Sitch Three:
Parents of the Children of Time
The Present:
Something seemed a little off to Kim as she slowly woke up. She wasn't in bed – instead, she was in a sleeping bag. There was also something strange about her body, but she couldn't place it. Opening her eyes, she realized she was on the floor of her room.
When sitting up didn't get her as high as it should, and she saw someone else on her bed, it all came back to her – the Time Monkey, the Juvenator, and her Shego-fied alternate self…
Kim looked around at the room, looking for clues to what this new Kim was like.
As she'd noted the night before, instead of posters of the boy-bands she liked, there were posters of Japanese action cartoons. The same martial arts trophies she had won were on the shelves, but instead of cheerleading trophies, there were gymnastics trophies. She was curious what this Kim might have for clothing, but felt that looking in her draws might be taking the whole, “we're the same person” thing too far. She did, however, open the closet for a quick peak. Nothing in particular stood out, other than that jacket she'd once worked at Bueno Nachos to save up for but never actually bought.
Deciding she wanted to get explaining things to her family over with, she carefully closed the closet door, walked over to the bed, and said, “Kim? Time to get up.” When this produced no response, she said more loudly, “Come on, we have a lot of explaining to do this morning.”
Kim could just make out her teen-bodied self mumble, “But I didn't do anything…”
“No, you're not in trouble – we need to explain me! You know, your juvenated time-traveling alter-ego?”
Teen-Kim mumbled something unintelligible.
Chibi-Kim put her hands on her hips. “Come on, get up!”
“Five more minutes, Mom. Promise I won't be late for school today, Shego's driving…”
Frustrated, Chibi-Kim jumped up on the bed and started shaking teen-Kim. Teen-Kim growled, “Tweebs, I warned you before, don't come in my room! Know… fifteen kinds of kung-fu… sic Shego on you… scientific experiment… “ Her voice trailed off, and the only other word Chibi-Kim could make out sounded like, “bananas”.
Shaking her head, Chibi-Kim climbed down off the bed. “Guess I'll just have to start on my own.”
She pulled on her socks and shoes from the day before, realizing as she did that they'd have to get her some new clothes. “That could be embarrassing,” she thought, considering that they would have to be clothes for a toddler.
As if the universe were conspiring to remind her of her new body, she next found herself reaching up in order to reach the door knob. “Yet another new challenge… when are things going to be back to normal again?” She deliberately ignored the distinct possibility things might never be back to what she considered normal again.
The Past:
Clarice Gonzales walked over to the front door. Opening it, she found a young girl that looked much like her daughter had as a child – except this child had pale skin with a slight greenish tint to it.
“Can I help you?” Clarice asked.
“I don't suppose if I told you I was a time-traveling version of your daughter, and that in a month or two a comet is going to hit this house, killing you and your husband and changing your kids forever, you'd believe me?”
Clarice was speechless for a moment. Finally, she said, “You do look remarkably like a younger version of my daughter, but… no, I don't believe in such things.”
“What about this sort of thing?” the girl said, holding up her hand, which burst into green flame.
“Oh!” Clarice stepped back in surprise. Putting her hand to her chest, she said, “That's certainly quite the trick you've got there.”
“The comet gave me these powers.”
“I see… While this is all quite interesting, perhaps it is time you head home to your parents?”
“I told you, you're my mother.”
“No, I only have one daughter, and you're not her.”
Clarice thought she saw a tear starting to form in the girl's eye, but the girl just nodded, and walked away. Clarice felt her own heart breaking for the child, but knew the child was wrong. The girl couldn't be her daughter… right?
The Present:
Mr. and Mrs. Doctor Possible were sitting down at the breakfast table when someone came tentatively down the stairs. Both looked up, curious who it would be, and to their surprise found themselves seemingly having a flashback to when Kim was young.
“Mom, Dad, I have a slight problem. A couple of them, in fact…”
Anne Possible asked, “Kim, is that you?”
James Possible added, “Don't tell me, you got struck by a de-aging ray.”
Kim answered, “Well, yes, but that's not all. You see I'm not really your daughter. I mean I am, but I'm not. I mean – Oh, I'm not making any sense!”
James said, “Take a deep breath, and try to explain it slowly, from the beginning.”
“The beginning…? Right… Well…” And then, with a deep breath, and abandoning the “slow” instruction, she said, “Ron's family had to go to Norway, but then Drakken, Monkey Fist, and Duff Killagain were trying to steal this stone monkey idol, the Tempus Simia, and without Ron I couldn't stop them, and they had to reattach the head, so I followed them to Australia with Monique but we still couldn't stop them, then they had to bring the idol to a temple in Africa, and Ron made it, but we were out-of-sync, and the villains got away through a swirling red vortex. So then I'm lying on my bed that night, when a super-evolved naked mole rat appeared through a blue vortex and said he was Rufus 3000 from twenty years in the future, and he needed my help to stop the Supreme One because Drakken had used the Time Monkey – that's what Tempus Simia means – to travel through time and change history. So then I went to the past to try to stop them, and I find they've all turned into toddlers, and I fight Shego and my past self fights the other three, and they try to get away, so I follow them through the time-vortex, but I forgot Shego in the past, and I guess she made friends with my past self and corrupted me; meanwhile I arrive in the present and fight with the three bad-guys, but they use the Juvenator on me and I'm turned into a toddler and can't fight, so they get away, and my time-wristband is broken so I'm stuck in the present even though I want to go back to the past to get Shego, and to follow Drakken and his friends, but instead I have to come home here where my other self and Shego are all buddy-buddy and she's even stolen stuff and I have to figure out some other way to travel through time to set things right!” Kim took a deep breath, then started panting.
James and Anne looked at each other.
James said, “I think you need to try that again.”
Anne added, “And this time, sslloowwllyy.”
The Past:
“Where were you yesterday?” Kim asked.
Ron added, “Your Dad was really worried.”
“He's not my dad,” Shego said.
“Sorry. Mr. Pinkle was really worried.”
“I was in my old neighborhood, talking with people.”
Kim said, “I thought you didn't remember how to get there?”
Shego continued, as if not hearing, “No one recognized me…”
Ron asked, “Because you're green now?”
Shego looked in his general direction, but her mind seemed to be miles away. “Yeah, because I'm green… among other things…”
The Present:
“Come now, dear, you didn't expect to sleep in today, not with a time-traveling copy of yourself to explain, now did you?” Anne Possible asked her teen daughter, who sat grumpy and sleepy-eyed at the table in a black shirt and green cargo pants.
“I was hoping it was a dream,” teen-Kim muttered.
Chibi-Kim crossed her arms and said, “You didn't seem that unhappy to see me last night.”
Teen-Kim shrugged. “Guess the novelty's worn off. Anyway, it's not that I don't want you around, I just…” She spread her arms. “Do have any idea how complicated this makes things?”
Chibi-Kim said, “Hey, I'm the one juvenated and in the wrong time-line.”
“Sorry,” teen-Kim apologized.
Just then, there was a knock at the door, and moments later, Ron was let in.
Chibi-Kim's eyes lit up. “Ron! You're not in Norway!”
“Uh… No, why would I be?” Shaking his head to clear it of this idea, he knelt down. “So you're the little Kim I've heard so much about.”
Chibi-Kim scrunched up her face at this. “Please, that makes me sound like that rap singer!”
Teen-Kim said, “We could call her Chibi-Kim.”
Chibi-Kim asked, “'Chibi'?”
Ron said, “Hey, like Chibi-Usa! That works!”
Chibi-Kim asked, “What's a 'Chibi-Usa'?”
“You know, the Japanese name for Rini? In Sailor Moon?”
“Sorry, Ron, never watched much Japanimation.”
Teen-Kim scowled. “It's called Anime. And actually, I wasn't thinking of Chibi-Usa, just chibis in general – she is small, after all.”
Chibi-Kim buried her face in her hands and groaned.
Ron put his hand on her shoulder. “Cheer up, Mini-KP, it's not that bad. There are a lot of advantages to being a kid again.”
“Such as?”
“Well… you get discounts at the movies and amusement parks…”
Chibi-Kim just shook her head.
Just then, Jim and Tim raced in. “Hey,” “What's everybody doing -” “-up so early?” they asked.
Chibi-Kim turned and looked at them. “Oh, great. I'm smaller than the Tweebs!”
Jim and Tim came over and looked her over. “Who's this?” “She looks like Kim in the old photo-albums!”
Ron explained, “Juvenated time-traveling version of Kim.”
“Cool!” the Tweebs exclaimed together. They gave her another look over, then said, “We have a little sister! Can we keep her?”
The Past:
Andrew Gonzales locked the door to his house, and walked to the van, which the rest of his family was already seated in. As he got into the driver's seat, he asked, “Alright, everybody have everything?”
Hector nodded, but Melvin was desperately searching through a pack. “Wait… Where is… No, I found it. Okay, I think I have everything.”
Clarice looked into the back seat, where her youngest sons were pestering her daughter. “Wendell? Wallace? You don't need to use the bathroom before we go, do you?”
“No, Mom,” they answered together.
“Alright, then, I think we're good to go, Andrew.”
Andrew nodded, and started the van. He then pulled out, and the family headed off on their trip.
Across the street, hidden in the bushes, the juvenated Shego watched them drive off.
The Present:
“You know,” Ron commented, “it's kind of like the Kim I knew in pre-K stepped out of the past.”
“Well, I did step out of the past, but I hope I don't need to remind you that I'm just as old as the Kim you know,” Chibi-Kim pointed out. It felt a little strange thinking of her doppleganger as the Kim he knew – Ron, more than anybody else, she wished could be the version from her time-line.
“True, but since the last bit of history we share is back in pre-school, it's still kind of similar.”
“Well, there are probably some things since then that are similar… you still have Team Possible, for instance, and I noticed some of Kim's martial-arts trophies are the same as mine.”
“What about the gymnastics trophies?”
“Actually, I'm not a gymnast. I'm a cheerleader.”
Ron's eyes widened, and he grinned. “You're a cheerleader? Me too!”
Teen-Kim rolled her eyes. “Great, now he'll be insufferable for the rest of the day.”
James Possible commented, “As interesting as this all is, shouldn't you kids be getting ready for school?”
Jim and Tim said, “Aww!” in disappointment, but didn't argue as Anne shooed them out.
Anne started making breakfast, while teen-Kim headed back upstairs to wash up.
Meanwhile, Ron and Chibi-Kim compared cheerleading notes. It seemed he was the founder and leader of a team of male cheerleaders for the girls' events. He was impressed with Chibi-Kim for being the leader of the girls' cheerleading squad, and for dealing with Bonnie on a daily basis, but disappointed in the other Ron for only making “Mascot”.
Soon, everybody sat down for breakfast. Chibi-Kim found herself being interrogated from all sides about her life, and she did her best to be truthful without sounding braggy. Although her parents seemed to be reserving judgment to some extent, everybody was impressed nonetheless – except teen-Kim, who was beginning to realize that she might be expected to live up to Chibi-Kim's example.
So it was that teen-Kim was in a surly mood when Shego stopped by to pick her and Ron up.
“So, settling in?” Shego asked Chibi-Kim.
“Er, not yet…”
Shego nodded, and said sagely, “I can relate. Takes time to get used to a new time-line.”
Ron and teen-Kim said goodbye and stepped out. Shego added, “Well, talk to you later, Princess,” and headed out herself.
As the the teens walked to the car, Shego asked teen-Kim, “So, how you holding out?”
Teen-Kim clenched her fists. “That brat is starting to get on my nerves. 'Goody-two-shoes' is putting it lightly! From what she's saying, she's beyond a saint – practically Christ's Second Coming! Nobody's that good – she's got to be making some of it up.”
Shego shook her head. “I've only know the old Kim Possible to lie to her parents once. She's not really perfect, but it isn't from lack of trying, and adults respect that.”
“Just great,” teen-Kim grumbled as she got in the passenger side.
As Ron sat down in the back, he said, “Eh, she's not that bad. So she's got good grades and doesn't get into trouble – what's wrong with that?”
Teen-Kim said, “If you like her so much, why don't you have her stay over at your house?”
Ron just shrugged.
…Meanwhile, in the house, Chibi-Kim looked at her parents. “So…”
“So…”
The Past:
Shego crossed the road, then made her way to the Gonzales' back-yard. She pulled out the spare key from its' hiding space, and let herself in the back door.
She slowly made her way through the house, letting the memories flood back. She went through the house from top to bottom, re-memorizing the layout, and checking for anything unexpected (like pets or rooms she wasn't allowed in as a kid). Finding nothing odd, she then went through the house again, room by room, finding what was irreplaceable (such as photo-albums and heirlooms), what might be hard to replace, and what was expendable. As she did so, she gathered the irreplaceable items, and the most valuable, in the living-room.
When noon arrived, she made herself lunch from the food in the kitchen, then went back to work. Her work took her most of the day. Around five, she made supper, then went into the living-room and watched some TV. When she'd had enough of that, she headed up to her old-self's room, and, after looking around the room a while just for nostalgia's sake, went to sleep in her old-self's bed.
In the morning, she packed up all the stuff she'd collected in boxes, then went through the house again, looking for anything she might have missed. Satisfied she'd gotten everything the family might find irreplaceable, she addressed the boxes to her elderly grandmother's house, where the family was staying. (Shego remembered how Grandma had tried to care for them when their parents had died, but hadn't been up to it, and had had to put them in the orphanage…)
She then called a delivery service, and, doing her best to make her voice sound older, arranged to have the boxes picked up.
The Present:
“That's an awful ordeal you've had to go through, Kimmie,” Anne Possible said, talking to Chibi-Kim after they'd seen the Tweebs off to school.
James Possible added, “If you want, I can work with your friend Wade on finding a way to reverse the Juvenator. I can't promise anything regarding the Chronal Manipulator, though – if it was (or will be) cutting edge twenty years from now, I'm not sure we can do anything with it right now…”
Chibi-Kim said, “I guess I'll just have to try to convince Shego to let me use her Time Monkey…”
James said, “Good luck there – she's a stubborn one.”
Anne said with concern, “If she's invested twelve years in this time line, she may not be anxious to give it up. And don't forget, from what you say, she's had the Time Monkey for several years, and resisted the urge to use it. I think she may be committed to this time-line.”
James rubbed his chin. “She might have the right idea. Messing with the time-stream is a dangerous thing. You could unravel the fabric of space-time, or get trapped in a temporal paradox, or erase yourself from existence, or at the very least, end up in a history even less like your own. Might be best to quit while you're ahead.”
Chibi-Kim was shocked. “But-but, I just can't! Shego's in the past, Drakken, Monkey Fist, and Killagain are running free through time, and this time-line's all wrong!”
“No, Shego's in the present, one of the good-guys now, and Drew and his friends are in jail with no way to travel through time. And as for this time-line, I think it's just fine.”
Anne added with a smile, “Although, we wouldn't mind a daughter that was a bit better behaved,” and she winked at Chibi-Kim.
Chibi-Kim gaped. “But - !” She tried to think of something to say, some way to explain why she had to travel back in time, but her mind came up blank.
Finally, she said spitefully, “You do know your version of me is a thief, right?”
Anne and James looked at each other before Anne answered, “We suspected as much, but we couldn't find any proof.”
Kim said, “Wade told me, and Kim confirmed it. They didn't tell me what she'd stolen, though…”
James rested his arms on the table and leaned forward. “Look, we're not the first parents to have a kid who doesn't have proper respect for the law, and we won't be the last. We don't like it, but we can handle it.
“If you really think it's necessary to change history again, we'll support you. We're just saying that we personally don't feel this time-line is so bad that you need to resort to time-travel to fix it.”
Kim looked down, saying nothing.
“ …Oh, one more thing to consider. Even if you go remove Shego from when you left her in the past, history will have still been altered slightly by Drew and his friends, as well as by your short time there. History might return to something closer to what you're familiar with, or it might not, but either way… Well, judging by what happened when you returned to the present this time, you may find another version of you already living in any future time-line you create, as well…”
The Past:
“I really shouldn't be accepting packages from someone so young,” the delivery man said to Shego.
“My parents were busy, so they asked me to give you the packages.”
“That's a big job they entrusted you with…”
“Right. Which is why I don't want to let them down. So could you please take the packages?”
“I don't know… It really goes against policy.”
Shego sighed. Well, time to play her trump card. She pulled out a handful of money and held it out to him. “You can have this if you do this for me.”
The man slowly took the money, and leafed through it. “Kid, where did you get this?”
Shego smiled and asked, “Does it matter?”
The man glanced around, and seeing that nobody was watching, stuffed the money in his pocket. “I guess it really isn't against policy if I don't know that you're too young…”
“Actually I'm twenty-five, I just look young for my age,” Shego said truthfully.
The man chuckled. “Oh! Well, then, there's no problem.”
The Present:
“So your versions of Drakken, Monkey Fist, and Killagain should still be in jail in this time-line?” Wade asked.
“That's right,” Chibi-Kim said. “Shego said they still had the Juvenator with them when they were arrested, so I'd like you to see if you can find it.”
“No problem. It probably won't take too long, but I've got a few other things to do, so I'll get back to you in a few hours.”
“Okay. Thanks.” Kim turned off the Kimmunicator and turned to her Mom. “If he can find it, and it works, I'll be able to share clothes with the other Kim for a while.”
“I'm not too sure she'll be happy about that. We might have to go clothes shopping for you anyway.”
Kim sighed. “I suppose so. But first we need to know what size to shop for!”
Anne nodded.
Kim rested her arms on the table, and lay her head on them. “Mom, what am I going to do? I want to go back to my own time-line, with my own room, my own clothes… my own life! But according to what Dad says, even if I fix things, I still won't have a place here!”
Anne put her arm on Kim's shoulder. “Don't worry, even if you're not the Kim who we remember raising, you still have a place here.”
The Past:
Shego went through the house one last time, not so much looking for anything missed, but saying goodbye.
Finally satisfied, she walked into the living room, and lit up her hands.
The Present:
The chime of the Kimmunicator sounded like a child's piano, and Chibi-Kim winced. Turning it on, she asked, “What's the sitch, Wade?”
“Bad news, Kim. It seems when the Police couldn't figure out the Juvenator, they sent it to a research laboratory. The lab hadn't gotten very far with it, though, before it was stolen.”
“What? By who?”
Wade looked pained. “Well, it seems that Drakken, Monkey Fist, and Killagain had Juvenated themselves before the battle with you (er, your other self), and they never got a chance to return to adults. As a result, they didn't go to jail, just Juvenile Detention – which was no trouble for them to escape from.”
Kim slapped her forehead.
“There's no proof the pre-teen villains were responsible for stealing the Juvenator, but it did disappear just shortly after their escape – and the thief was like a ninja.”
“Monkey Fist.”
“That's what I figure.”
“But wait, this was years ago – why didn't you and the other know?”
“Remember, this was before I came on the team. And no one would think much of a bunch of kid's escaping Juvie Hall…”
“But, haven't they caused any trouble since then?”
“Nope, they've been real quiet. I doubt they've gone straight, though – probably biding their time, maybe giving their other selves the chance to catch up with them.”
“This is so not good.”
“Tell me about it. Look, I'll keep an eye-out for them. If they are doing anything criminal, or their cover has any holes, I'll find them.”
Kim nodded. “And where we find my Drakken, we'll find the Juvenator.”
The Past:
When the neighbors noticed smoke and flames rising from the Gonzales house, they called the Fire Department. However, the fire spread quickly, and by time the fire fighters arrived, the house was in bad shape.
The job of fighting the fire was relatively routine, and before too long, the house had been put out. Much of the structure was still intact, but the walls were badly damaged, and everything inside the house was a loss.
Later, the police investigators said that it was an odd fire – there was no one point of origin; rather, it seemed many places throughout the house had caught fire within a few minutes of each other. Arson was suspected, but how or why the fire had been started couldn't be determined.
Various reports by neighbors of a black-haired girl hanging around the house, and leaving around the same time the fires would have started were taken note of, but no-one could identify the girl.
The Present:
“Look, we don't need to do this, Mom! I'm sure Wade will find my Drakken soon, and I'll be back to my normal self in no time!” Chibi-Kim said as she and Anne walked through the mall.
Anne said, “Maybe, but if he's stayed hidden this long, it may be difficult to find him. If it does take a while, I don't want you wearing the same clothes every day. Don't worry, anything you haven't worn yet we can return, and what you have we can donate.”
“It's just, this is so embarrassing,” Kim said quietly, looking around at the children's clothes.
“Oh, don't worry so much! There's no reason why anyone will think your not an ordinary four-year-old.”
“That doesn't make it much better.”
Anne stopped, and pulled a shirt off the rack. “What do you think? You like this?”
Kim considered it a moment, then said, “Not bad… but do they have it in pink?”
“You want to wear pink?” Anne said, surprised.
“Of course!” Kim said, puzzled. “I love pink!”
Anne rushed in and wrapped her arms around Kim in a crushing hug. “Oh, my Kimmie! It's so good to have you back!”
“Eep!”
The Past:
“Don't let her leave until I've came by to pick her up,” Mr. Pinkle told the teacher. “She'll disappear for days on end if a constant watch isn't kept on her…”
Meanwhile, Kim and Ron once again asked Shego, “Where were you?”
“I had to go rescue some people who were going to be hit by another comet like the one that hit me.”
Kim asked, “How'd you know it was going to hit?”
Having thought about this ahead of time, Shego was able to answer without hesitation, “My powers allowed me to sense it.”
Ron, asked, “So how did you rescue them?”
“Oh, I just made sure they wouldn't be where the comet is going to hit. Of course, the comet hasn't actually hit yet, so I won't know for sure it worked until it does. I hope it works, though.”
Kim agreed, “Me too.”
The Present:
“You sure you'll be all right home alone?” Anne asked Chibi-Kim as she prepared to go to work.
“Mom! I'm sixteen years old! I can take care of myself!”
“I'm sorry dear, it's just so easy to forget.”
In a more patient voice, Kim said, “Mom, I'll be fine. Now go to work.”
“Alright, Kimmie. I'll be home at five. Love you.”
“Love you too, Mom.”
When her mom had left, Kim wandered around the house, to see if anything outside of her room was different from what she remembered. There were a few things that she wondered if that was how they had been in her time-line, but nothing obviously out-of-place. Bored, she headed back to the living room, and turned on the TV.
Everything seemed the same on TV, too, until she flipped to a report on crime in the big cities.
The reporter said, “I'm here in Go City to talk to Chief of Police Hector Gonzales about what his department is doing about the rising crime rate.”
When the camera turned to the Chief, Kim was astonished. “Hego!”
The Past:
When the Gonzales family heard that their house had burned down, they were devastated. Their insurance would cover some of what they'd paid on the house, but it wouldn't be enough to buy a new one. And while they searched for a new house in Go City, where would they live? Grandma graciously offered her house, but they hated to impose.
When they received the packages sent from their house with their most precious and treasured belongings, they were overjoyed, but puzzled. Who had sent it, and why? It almost seemed as if the person had known the house would burn down – and indeed, the cryptic letter in one of the boxes, saying, “You'll thank me for this later,” seemed to suggest it had been the arsonist him or herself. And yet, why would an arsonist go through the trouble?
A few days after they would have returned home if they'd had one to go home to, they came to agree with the letter, when a fragment of a passing comet struck the remains of their house, reducing it and much of the yard to a crater.
Only Clarice had any idea who their mysterious arsonist / savior could have been, but the answer was incredible. She couldn't really bring herself to believe it. And yet, that night, she gave her daughter an extra hug.
“Thank you,” Clarice said.
“For what?”
Clarice only smiled and said, “I love you, Sheila.”
The Present:
Shego, teen-Kim, and Ron came in around four, laughing at some joke Chibi-Kim hadn't heard.
Shego said, “Move over, squirt,” and plopped down on the couch next to Chibi-Kim. Teen-Kim and Ron joined them a moment later, even as Shego stole the remote and flipped it to a channel showing a martial-arts competition.
The announcer was just saying, “--And, defending her title, World Martial Arts Champion, Sheila Gonzales!” The camera showed a woman in a white gi playing to the crowd.
Chibi-Kim stared in shock. “Sheila”'s skin was a light bronze, but still there was no doubt this was the woman Kim had been fighting for the past year or so. “Shego!”
The Shego sitting next to Chibi-Kim smiled. “Yes?”
Chibi-Kim paused a moment, then said, “That is you, isn't it?”
“Yup. My other self, anyway. I've never met her, but I hear she's a bit of a goody-two-shoes. You'd like her. No arrests, no charges, pays her taxes and her bills… heck I don't think she's even shoplifted since she and her family barely escaped being hit by the comet when it hit Go City. I guess that sort of thing makes you re-evaluate your life… She's still a kick-butt martial artist, though, as you may have noticed.”
Chibi-Kim stared at the screen, even as they moved on to the preliminary matches.
“Maybe,” she thought, “this time-line has its' good points after all…”
Next: Return of the Three Stooges!
Author's Notes: There will probably be a delay in the next chapter; I need to do some extra planning to get it right.
Also, some people have asked that it be Kigo, and others that it not be Kigo. All I can say to that is that teen-Kim and Shego are at least as close as cannon Kim and Ron are prior to STD, but this isn't a romance story.