“You are SO going down.” A dark glare was shot over the seated redhead, crosslegged on the floor.
“HAH! As if! You couldn't pin me if your life depended on it!”
“Bring it, Possible!”
“You are mine, Shego!”
From the kitchen table, Dr. Possible shook her head, scanning the reports on Mr. Devisham's basal ganglia. From his recent display of dystonia, it looked like the sooner the surgery went ahead, the better.
“Feel that, Possible? That's you getting BURNED!”
From the trash talk in the living room, it appeared that Drakken and Ron's insistence on a “Sidekick Swap” was a sound idea. At least, that's what she assumed since Kimmie and that Shego woman appeared to be engaging in similar sportsmanship as the twins.
“Ready to beg, Princess?”
“You are going to pay for that.”
They were playing one of the twins” fighting games, something with shape changing and less graphic violence. She believed the title had something to do with animal calls but she'd have to look at the game to remember. The way things were looking, however, it was beginning to become all too clear that this was a case of tardive dystonia and a serious investigation into Dr. Lucas and Mr. Devisham's personal life was in order.
“No - dammit - left, I said, left! DAMMIT!”
“HA! I OWNED you!”
“Laugh it up, Possible. We've still got another round.”
“Hello, Mary. Is Rashawndra in today? Yes, I've been reviewing the Devisham file and I think we may have an issue that we need to rule out before we go any farther.”
“Loser buys dinner!”
“Oh, that is so not fair!”
“Bite me, Kimmie.”
Dr. Possible nodded, continuing to speak into her cell phone. “Yes, I really think this needs to be taken care of as soon as possible. I'll be there in ten minutes.” Standing, she gathered her papers and swept them into her satchel. “Kimberly Ann!”
“Aww, man! Yes, mom?” Kim tossed her controller aside as she lost, not wishing to see Shego's victory dance.
“I've got to head over to the hospital, something's come up and I'm going to be in meetings. Your dad and the boys aren't due back until tomorrow night, do you think you and Shego can behave yourselves if I leave you alone?”
“So not the drama! I can totally handle it.” Kim smiled at her mother, enfolding her in a warm hug.
“I promise Kim will be on her best behavior, Dr. P.”
“Thank you.” Dr. Possible eyed Shego for a moment before smiling and nodding at the woman. “You know my number if you need me! Love you, Kimmie!”
The door shut, muffled by the animated sounds of the video game still running unheeded in the background.
The garage door opened, followed by the audible beep of the car alarm deactivating. The moving images of the television were the only motion in the still room.
The garage door closed, and the car pulled away. Across the room, dark green eyes held the intense stare.
Silence from without. Dancing images and cartoonishly gory sounds within.
Kim was pressed against the doorjamb of the kitchen, soft lips crushed against her own, her hands tangling in dark hair. The firm press of the athletic body against her own was exactly what she'd been craving.
“Thank God,” Kim whispered under the cheesy fighting music of the video game. “I thought she'd never leave.”
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