“It’s over?”
“Yes, Pumpkin.”
“You sure?”
“Kim – it’s all over.” Shego grabbed Kim’s head and forced the redhead to see the sincerity in her eyes.
Kim sighed and looked down – which was hard to do, considering she could stare into Shego’s eyes all day.
“So…Why doesn’t it feel like we’ve won?”
Drakken blasted back up out of the fissure and landed, clutching only a blood-stained shred of clothing. “Taracheeks…She’s gone…She’s gone…She'd just turned legal…We’d already booked the Hotel for the honeymoon…”
A shadow fell over him as he sobbed. He looked up.
Shego was standing over him, glaring.
“Um, if you don’t mind terribly, I’m think I’m just gonna put this jetpack in reverse and join my love in death-AGCK!” Drakken coughed as Shego grabbed his collar. Igniting her hands into green flames, she swung—
—and destroyed his jetpack. “Sorry, Dr. D. – but you’ve got a trial awaiting you.”
“W – wait. What?” Drakken was instantly puzzled. “Y – you’re not going to kill me?”
“Okay…1) I already tried that today, and failed. 2) Killing you would fall right into your plan. I kill you now, I can’t say I did it defending myself. It would be murder. And you already framed me for that. 3…” Shego sighed, shaking her head. “You’re sitting here mourning the loss of your girlfriend. Even if I was still evil at this very moment, I wouldn’t kill you now. That would be just the stupidest thing ever – no matter how much you truly do DESERVE to die a death equivalent of the one you gave Dr. Director.”
Shego motioned to the GJ agents behind her to take him away. Kim came up to her, a smile on her face. “I’m impressed, Shego. It looks like you truly were a hero back when you were a part of Team Go…”
Shego turned and hugged Kim, shuddering. Her trembles raced down Kim’s body, too. “That…took…everything…I…had…to…just…not…punch…his…fuckin’…lights…out…Kimmie.”
“I know. You did good, Shego.” Kim smiled some more as they walked back to the other plane, where Ron - all bandaged up - his and Kim’s families, and Monique were huddled outside of it around a bonfire, talking. “So, it was Tara?” Monique just finished asking as Kim and Shego came up. She and Ron moved aside to let the newcomers sit down. Kim chose to sit in Shego’s lap, and Shego wrapped her arm around Kim’s waist as Kim rested her head against Shego’s left shoulder, smiling contentedly.
“Yeah, it was Tara,” Ron confirmed. “And now I really feel like shit – er, sorry, mom –”
“It’s okay,” Mrs. Stoppable reassured him. “You’re 18 now. You can use all the language you want.”
“Oh. Okay…Anyway, yeah – now I really feel like shit. I mean, I feel bad for Drakken, y’know? It was kinda obvious they were really in love. Now it’s just him. I’d like to say we won, yeah – but I can’t…”
There was an awkward silence as everyone looked around. Finally, it was Mrs. Possible broke the silence. “So, Kimmie – when can we expect our genetically engineered grandchildren to arrive?”
“Huh?” Kim asked. She looked at Shego – then realised. “Oh. They already know about us, Shego.”
“Well, from the way you’re sitting in her lap, with her arm around your waist and you nuzzling your head into her shoulder, I’d say it was kinda, what we call, um – “blatantly obvious,” girl,” said Monique.
“And you don’t care?” Shego asked Mrs. Possible, surprised.
“Oh, we care about our daughter, Shego – we care that she’s happy, and she’s obviously that with you.”
“And besides,” Mr. Possible added, “Anything’s possible for a Possible. Even not being heterosexual.”
“Riiiight – Dad? Scaring me…” said Kim.
“To answer your question, Mrs. Possible – we don’t know exactly when the kids will arrive, but Kimmie’s already agreed to carry all of them when they arrive-”
“What?” Kim gasped, shoving Shego playfully as everyone laughed. “Oh, you little bi-”
“Hey now – don’t get snippy with me, Kimmie,” Shego teased with her predatory smile.
“Snippy?” Kim asked. She tilted her head. “Snippy?”
“Yeah – snippy.” She and Kim both giggled before Shego leaned in and kissed her.
“Soooo - when do we get to go home?” Ron asked.
The first sight to greet them when they stepped out of the plane at the Middleton Airport was:
“Hego!” Shego gasped. With her were Mego, and Wego 1 and Wego 2.
“How ya’ doin’, Sis?” Hego asked. “Good to know you’re back to being a hero.”
“Yeah, but I ain’t comin’ back to Team Go, thanks very much. How’s the new Go Jet coming along?”
“Good. We were gonna get a new one sooner anyways – that paint job…yueecch…”
“Yeah, really…So, like, why are you really here?”
“We came to help prepare your parade, Sis, so if you’ll-”
“No.” Shego stopped. “No. No parade. No medals. No ceremonies with the President. NOTHING!” she snapped. “Got it?”
“But-” Hego protested. “Team Go always got a parade after we saved the worl-”
Kim had him by the collar before Shego could turn around and do it. “Look, Hego, we’re not Team Go – are we now? If Shego tells you to cancel the parade, then listen and fuckin’ CANCEL THE PARADE!”
She threw Hego back, leaving all of Team Go gaping in shock as they walked away.
“She’s WHAT?” Wade screamed.
“Look, Wade – I’m sorry. But it happened before we even got there-”
“NO!” Wade stood up
“Huh?” Shego asked.
“YOU LET MY MOTHER DIE?” he asked.
“Wade, no! I told you, we wouldn’t have let her die – but she was killed before we even got to Iceland-”
“GET OUT!” Wade screeched, pointing to the open door of his room.
“What? Wade, I swear, we-”
“You’re supposed to be the hero, Kim…” Wade growled. “HEROES SAVE EVERYONE!”
“Wade, listen! It happened be-
“GET OUT!” Wade screamed, jabbing at the door now. “NOW! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!”
Okay, okay, we’re leaving–” said Kim as she, Shego, and Ron - reunited with Rufus, who had stayed behind with Wade. “But Wade – will you just force yourself to listen- we couldn’t-” Kim protested.
“NO! I DON’T WANT TO EVER SEE YOUR FACES AGAIN! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, KIM POSSIBLE! YOU ARE NOT A HERO! CONSIDER OUR PROFESSIONAL RELATIONSHIP OVER! AS OF NOW, I AM NO LONGER A PART OF TEAM POSSIBLE!”
“WADE!” Kim screamed – but Wade just slammed the door in their faces.
“Wade…” Kim sank to her knees, and sobbed.
Shego crossed her arms. “Oh, this is just ducky, isn’t it?”
“That’s right, this is not a joke, dear viewers – today, our President himself confirmed that all charges on Kim Possible and her former archenemy Shego - who had for a while been suspected of murder and international terrorism - have been dropped in light of the recent incident yesterday. That incident, which was resolved by Ms. Possible and Shego – along with Kim’s longtime cohort, Ron Stoppable – turned up evidence that everything that happened to Kim was all an incredibly elaborate setup engineered by Kim Possible’s main foe, Dr. Drakken, and local Middleton resident who only went by her first name of Tara – who were apparently in a relationship. Tara’s parents have confessed to having prior knowledge of this relationship, and are currently in jail awaiting their own trial. Sadly, for these two parents, Tara tragically lost her life in the melee that ensued yesterday. Also sadly lost was the mother of Ms. Possible’s former webmaster and liaison for missions, Wade Load. Mrs. Load is the only known hostage Drakken took who was killed. Drakken, Motor Ed, and all of both villains’ henchmen are in jail awaiting their trial. Drakken is facing multiple charges of first-degree murder, most notably for the death of supervillain Professor Dementor, and of Middleton citizen Bonnie Rockwaller. When reporters asked about the rumoured involvement of Global Justice in the subduement of Drakken's army of giant robots, the President fervently denied that such an organization even existed, and moved on to the next q…”
Kim turned off the TV. “Ready to go?” she asked Shego.
“Hold on – where in the motherloving hell are my shoulder pads?”
“You try by the nightstand?”
“Uh…oh, hey, there they are. BE DOWN IN A SEC!”
In about 5 seconds, Shego walked up to Kim in her football uniform. “Let’s go beat the tar out of West Whitewater High, shall we?” Shego grinned. Drakken’s de-ageing ray had been destroyed in Iceland, apparently, but even though GJ could have reversed its process, Shego had decided to stay in her 18-year old body. It made it easier to relate to Kim – and though she never admitted it to even Kim, she secretly liked having to wear glasses instead of having her eyes repaired. She didn’t know why – it was just something she found she liked for some odd reason. And she was doing great in school, for once…
“Clock’s down to 10 seconds…West Whitewater has the ball. Here’s the snap…the pass – AND IT’S PICKED OFF BY SHEN-SHEGO! SHE TAKES IT DOWN THE FIELD! THE 40! THE 30! THE 20! THE 10! AND – TOUCHDOWN! MIDDLETON HIGH WINS! THEY REMAIN UNDEFEATED!”
The Middleton crowd exploded in cheers. “YEAH, SHEGO!” cried Ron and Monique, immediately echoed by the Possibles and the Stoppables, who were sitting right behind them.
“Enh, needs a little work,” said Ron. “But they’ll get there!”
Monique giggled. “You know who needs a little work?”
“Who?”
“You,” said Monique.
“Me? What do I-” Ron was interrupted when Monique suddenly kissed him. She looked away, giggling and blushing terribly while Ron regained his senses. “That was unexpected – but I think I’ll learn to like it!” he concluded, still partially in a daze from the kiss.
“Okay, girls - let’s do it!” shouted Kim – and the cheerleaders immediately launched into the new routine they’d practiced for the past two weeks. “GO! SHEGO-OH! GO, GO, SHEGO-OH!”
Shego’s eyes watered as she pumped her fist in victory and her teammates swarmed on her in celebration of the win. Making her way over to the bench area, she waited for the cheer to end, then beckoned to Kim. Kim dropped her pom-poms and ran to her lover, who caught her and spun around a few times as Kim smiled – then stopped, took off her helmet, and drew Kim into a kiss. She held up the winning game ball. “FOR KIMMIE!” she yelled – and as the crowd cheered, Shego watched Kim blush.
“So – why do you suppose Betty decided to work with Drakken?” Kim asked. It was night, and she and Shego were in bed, cuddling. She knew Shego probably wouldn’t respond, so she was about to move on-
“Betty?”
“Dr. Director. Her first name was Betty. Remember? It was on the TV…”
“Oh. Um…I dunno, I really can’t think of anything…It’d be easier if I’d actually known her a little bit. Course, it’d be a hell of a lot easier if she were still alive…” Shego scrunched her nose in thought. “I – I really don’t know, Kimmie. Truth is – I don’t think we’ll ever find out for sure why she decided to.”
Kim sighed. “Yeah – I think you’re right, Shego. Damn this reality we call life…”
“I’m also right about another thing,” Shego sneered, rolling over so she was on top of Kim.
“Oh, and what’s that?” Kim asked.
“Turn off the lights, and you’ll find out.”
Kim turned off the lights – but just as she did, she rolled over so she was back on top.
“Kimmie, what-” Shego gasped as the pleasure raced up her body. Closing her eyes and saying no more, Shego again lost to Kim Possible – but this time around, she actually wanted to. And badly. Very badly. When the next wave of ecstasy flew up her body and she shuddered, Shego knew she had done just that.
As she let herself lose to Kim some more, Shego relished the new opportunity she’d been given. Already, her many bad memories of high school were being slowly replaced. Soon she’d probably even start to forget why she ever even hated Kim Possible in the first place. And she didn’t care.
Gasping after the finish, Shego rolled over so now she was on top. Kim gladly invited her in – and Shego happily accepted the invitation and dove in, sending Kim into the same throes she’d sent her into.
When it was all over and both women were gasping for air from the sheer force of the pleasure they’d inflicted upon each other in their late-night struggle, Kim looked up. “Hey, Drakken doesn’t know about, uh - us – does he?” she asked. She didn’t know why she’d asked it, but she couldn’t deny having asked it.
Shego grinned. “Nah, Kimmie – let him find out the way I did: through the paper.”
Kim smiled back. “Yeah – works for me.”
With that, the two lovers fell asleep kissing, their bodies tightly intertwined against each other.
The next morning, there was news of numerous noise complaints, all reported to be coming from in front of the Possibles’ house. Apparently, a very young redheaded girl with pigtails, and a similar-aged little black-haired girl in a green dress with black shoes, and black pigtails in her hair, had been playing in the middle of the street at O Dark Thirty. According to every report, the girls were spinning each other around while singing a song. Only three eyewitness – a young mother, a young father, and an old woman – were the only 3 eyewitnesses to the girls’ odd game who could recite the song for reporters:
“Spin, spin, spin the bottle
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round
Spin, spin, spin the bottle
‘Round and ‘round it goes.
Spin, spin, spin the bottle
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round
Spin, spin, spin the bottle
‘Round and ‘round it goes.
You can be sure
The 2nd time it slows
That with certainty,
True love is shown
Spin, spin, spin the bottle
Spin the bottle ‘round.
Spin, spin, spin the bottle
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round
Spin, spin, spin the bottle
‘Round and ‘round it goes.
Spin, spin, spin the bottle
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round
Spin, spin, spin the bottle
‘Round and ‘round it goes.
Spin, spin, spin the bottle
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round it goes.
Uh-oh! Double-necked bottle!
Whatcha gonna do?
Uh-oh! Double-necked bottle!
You see me and I see you.
Spin, spin, spin the bottle
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round…”
END CHAPTER TWENTY
THE END