Shego was the best. Even as a child she was an expert at sneaking and hiding, which made games of Hide And Seek with her take hours, though a few had actually stretched to a few days. After all, nowhere in the rules said you had to stay hidden in the –same- spot all the time.
But Ron had an innate sense now. As time had progressed from when he had first acquired his abilities he had begun to master using them. He couldn’t always trust himself with them and sometimes found himself struggling without them because of it. His trust in himself grew over those short three years since he had gained them though. And he had grown dangerous. His buffoonery was not only an act because of it, but a measure to keep himself from accidentally killing someone.
He knelt down next to Shego, “Hey, you’re going to have to talk to her eventually. She’s tearing herself up over it. And you of all people know why Drakken bothers her so much.”
Shego nodded weakly. It had just hurt so much. Kim, her Kim had gotten angry with her. Angry at her for being herself. It hurt in ways that Shego herself wasn’t sure of.
“Well then come on. Sooner things get patched up, the better.”
Shego looked up at Ron. Her eyes reflected the light playfully as she tried to decide if she should listen to his advice or not.
She slumped forward, resting her head in her hands and rubbed her forehead. Love. It was more of a nemesis to her than anything else in the world. Even more so than Kim had been when they were at odds with each other.
Familiar arms wrapped around her middle, and a head pressed against her back.
“Shego…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t take what Drakken has done out on you.”
Shego bit her lip. She wanted to just forgive Kim, but it had hurt too much. “Sorry doesn’t make it hurt any less.”
“No, but it does mean I know what I did was wrong, and I’m asking you to forgive me for it.”
Shego knew the tears where there, but she ignored them. Part of her knew she had been crying too much, and that she needed to stop. The other part of her didn’t care, and it won. This part of her let the tears flow, after beating down her more aggressive nature.
Shego didn’t say anything though, and the trip back to Middleton was spent in silence. Ron couldn’t get either of them to talk to him as Shego was sulking, and Kim was working on something, in crayon.
The though of Kim and crayon brought a memory to mind that Ron was hoping he’d never have to relive. He shuddered and tried to sleep.
The plane touched down at the Middleton Airport and the three passengers got off.
A stewardess at the door offered a customary ‘Thank-you for flying’ along with a thanks from the airliner for stopping a madman who had planted a laughing gas bomb on all of the airliner’s aircraft.
Kim mumbled a ‘No big’ as they stepped off. She slid the crayons into her jeans, which was a relief to Ron. The pad of paper didn’t disappear though; instead it was handed to Shego. The woman’s curiosity was perked, and she took it.
The pages were a simple, but cute little comic. It featured a person that looked like Kim and another that looked like herself, which surprised her. The comic started with the two hugging and little hearts. Then it went from there. The crayon-Kim said something mean, and had horns coming out of her head. The crayon-Shego ran away crying. The crayon-Kim started crying, and then tried to make the crayon-Shego feel better.
Then the two where hugging with little hearts again. Under it all Kim’s handwriting was scrawled.
I’m sorry I made you sad. Please forgive me.
Shego was a blur as she tackled Kim. The two were a tangle of arms as they hugged, and snuggled each other.
Ron scratched his head as a group of people walked by, a few snapping pictures, “You two should probably get up. We are in the middle of an airport, and both of you are very well known.”
The two got up slowly, a tinge of a blush on their faces.
The ride home, via Dr. Possible, was as equally as romantic. She looked at Ron who was riding in the passenger seat, “I know they are very intimate with each other, but this is a little over the top.”
“They are currently going through a make-up period.”
Dr. Possible had a knowing smile, “Explains everything right there.”
Ron looked a little nervous though, “Yeah…..Something has been bothering me though. Why are you so comfortable with them making out in the back seat?”
Dr. Possible had secretive look on her face, “Let’s say I was just as bad when I met her father. If not worse.”
Ron stared at her, mouth agape, “TMI! TMI!”
Kim and Shego were to busy getting lost in each other to notice that Ron was having a panic attack in the front seat.
Kim and Shego had retreated to the safety, and privacy of their room, while Ron sat in the kitchen with the neurosurgeon. “I’ve actually been a little curious about something. Is it possible for Kim and Shego to not trust each other completely even though they are together?”
“Well it is possible. Why? Something on your mind?”
Ron went over what he knew, Kim and Shego sneaking around behind each other’s backs, Shego not trusting Kim to be able to save herself after going over the edge of the roof; it just didn’t seem to make sense in how it all worked. “I’m just worried. They haven’t been completely honest with each other since they got together.”
Dr. Possible slowly worked on her cup of herbal tea. “It’s something they need to work on. All relationships, even perfect ones, have problems. For example, when I first met James he would have hiccup attacks whenever he got aroused. It was hilarious, but made some things very hard.”
Ron gave the redheaded woman a strange look, “Why do you keep telling me information I –really- didn’t need to know?”
“Best way to make an example is to share an anecdote from one’s own life.”
Ron nodded, “Let’s keep the anecdotes off of you and Mr. P though. It’s creeping me out.”
“Oh all right. But only because I’m trying to be helpful. Though mental scarring is something of a fascination…It’s still up for debate if mental trauma actually causes physical scarring or not.”
“I am not your test subject.” Ron pouted. He had just posed a simple question, and things had snowballed. He had forgotten how they had a tendency to do that when he talked to Dr. Possible.
“Ron…where’s Rufus?”
The boy snapped out of his personal mental smacking, and looked at the woman, “Pardon?”
“It’s just that I haven’t seen him with you for sometime. Why is that?”
Ron swallowed, and tried to dance around it, but couldn’t. “He’s been staying with Josh. Lately he’s been getting sick a lot…”
Dr. Possible winced. The rodent was a strong emotional tie in Ron’s life, and the thought of him losing the little creature honestly had her worried. Then something else crossed her mind, “Wait…who’s Josh?”
Ron swallowed. This wasn’t a place he was prepared to let everyone know about. A place that was special in his heart for the other boy. “Josh Mankey….you know….Kim and him dated once.”
Dr. Possible nodded, and didn’t push any further. If the boy didn’t want to let her know what she was already suspecting, that was alright. It was his love life after all, not hers. “Well I wish Rufus the best of health. Now you should probably get off to bed, before jet lag kicks in.”
“Can I just crash on the couch?”
“Alright, but don’t be surprised if Jim and Tim wake you.”
Ron nodded and slogged off to the living room, and collapsed on the couch. He may have had mystical powers, jet lag always bothered him, and despite the fact that he had to fly all over the planet so often his body didn’t know what time zone to adjust too.
Shego enjoyed waking up with Kim latched onto her. Even though getting up was something she wasn’t fond of doing, she could do it if it meant another day with her love.
She mentally poked herself for being so sappy. Dawn was hardly a romantic time of day, and it was fairly silly of her to be so at such an early hour. Even if the woman of her desires had her arms wrapped around her middle.
Diary,
Currently snuggled up to Kimmie, so writing is a little tricky. But I owe you an update!
Turns out the thefts have been done by a (?) synthdrone(s?) that imitates my very style. That obviously less than thrills me. But Stoppable got rid of it, and got gooified to the core.
Talk about being bad ass.
Okay, no more being jealous of the boy’s coolness factor, when it kicks in that is.
-ANYWAYS- Kimmie and I had a small fight. We’ve made up though. And she drew this cute little comic in crayon to make sure I knew she was sorry and wanted to make-up. Damn that girl and her ability to make me forget I’m even mad at her.
Oh, I do admit it’s a good thing, I just know I’m not going to be able to prevent her from divulging info from me on things, like surprise parties, or anything else that is being thrown her way that’s suppose to be kept secret.
So I better start recruiting diversionary help from Stoppable.
On a side note, I swear this girl has the looks of an angel when she’s sleeping. Which is a nice balance considering she’s a demon when it comes to sex.
Better stop there before she wakes up and sees what I’ve written.
Sara
It was still a few hours before Shego and Kim made it downstairs, namely because they took turns not wanting to get up and out of bed. They finally gave into hunger and made it downstairs, but with heavily lidded eyes, and extremely disheveled hair.
“Either you two where attacked by a static wielding villain, or both of you refused to get out of bed again.” It was Ron. His voice had its usual cheer in it, but it was missing something.
Neither Kim nor Shego noticed, and both of them trudged into the kitchen, Shego muttering something about needing ‘that sweet life giving fluid.’
Kim had cereal, while Shego drank coffee, thankful it wasn’t Dr. Possible’s nutmeg brew that morning. She was too tired to be reminded of how lustful she could be.
Ron was cooking –something-, which the two women weren’t sure of what it could be, and thus chose to ignore him, until two very delicious looking omelets where set down in front of them.
The boy was lucky to have his hands at the rate that the food disappeared. The two women had been hungry, and all it took was the sight of Ron’s cooking to set that over the edge. He let himself smile; it was good to be appreciated in the morning when other people didn’t trust themselves to even handle silverware.
The two empty plates where held up, each being back for a pleading look for more. “Oh alright already! I’ll make more! Just stop giving me the puppy dog face! Yeesh!”
He was able to finally rest after the two women had finished their fourth helping. It really made him wonder when the last time they had let themselves have time to eat.
Shego was the first to say something intelligible, “Stoppable. Why you so sad?” Her tired mood made her speech a little off, but he understood.
“I really don’t want to talk about it.”
“Why?” It was Kim, still eating the cereal. She had always been capable of packing the food away when she really wanted too.
“Because it’s personal.”
“Kimmie uses me as a sexual object in bed.”
Ron choked, and Kim glared at Shego.
“Why do I need to know such things? Why?”
“Personal info for personal info. You owe me now.” Shego’s logic was very precise, flawed by her mind only being half awake, but precise.
“Actually I still don’t have to tell.” He got looks that warned him that twin puppy dog pouts where coming. “But for my personal safety, I’ll spill the beans anyways.” He swallowed, and looked away, “Josh called, looking for me this morning. Rufus has been really sick lately, so yesterday the little guy went to the vet. Turns out he’s developed cancer. No one is sure if he’ll survive or not.” He looked up, his face hopeful, “But he’s strong, right? He can make it right?”
Shego and Kim both hugged him. It wasn’t a matter of trying to reassure him, it was simply just something that felt right to do. Ron managed to wiggle free after a few moments, and managed to joke about it all.
“You know, most guys would love to have two woman attached to them like that. But having had now experienced it, I think I like having my mobility.”
Shego smirked, “That’s what you claim. I already know better mister.”
“Says you Ms. Sex Toy.”
Kim shook her head. Things were back to normal. At least for the moment. “If you two don’t knock it off, I’ll be forced to do something drastic.”
Shego scoffed, “I doubt even you would do anything that someone call ‘drastic’, plenty of things that’d be labeled ‘insane’ but not drastic.”
Kim grabbed the woman and kissed her. It was lustful, it was needy, and Shego found her brain merrily flickering off as an intrusive tongue danced around her mouth, exploring everything. When the redhead let go, Shego collapsed to her knees with a brain dead, but very happy grin on her blushing face.
Ron eyed Kim nervously, “Nu-uh. No brain melting! KP, I’m serious.”
“Weeeee…..” Shego fell over. Her brain would take some time to recover.
“Then you better behave. I’m not above doing it to you to keep you two from bickering.”
“Yes’m.”
James Possible found himself very much confused when he got home. He had a short day at work, thanks to him having spent the week prior working extra hard to get rid of all the glitches in the booster system that he was designing. Ron was sitting on the love seat, watching one of Kim’s soap opera’s without a single customary joke, and Shego was snuggled up to Kim with a brain dead look on her face. And what appeared to be drool coming out of the corner out of her mouth?
“Kimmicub….does Shego know she’s drooling?”
Kim blushed, “Probably not. She’s been like this for about an hour now.”
“Can I ask why?”
“Umm…sure?”
“Why?”
Ron had a nervous grin on his face and slunk out of the room, namely for his personal safety. Kim’s father did strange things when he experienced shock.
“Well Shego and Ron where bickering, as they like to do, and I decided to intervene.”
“You didn’t do any permanent damage did you?”
“I only kissed her dad. Jeez. I bet you think I used a Brain Melting Ray on her or something.”
“Well she’s acting like you did. Wait you kissed her and did this?”
Kim nodded.
The man shook his head, muttering something about the girl being like her mother as he wandered into the kitchen.
“Ron. You have every right to fear her.”
“Pardon?”
“Just act normal, and pack some popcorn and you’ll be fine.”
“Already on it Mr. P. I’m making an extra big bowl as we speak.”
Ron came marching out of the kitchen as if he had just taken over Rome itself, “I come bearing popcorn!”
Shego mumbled something.
“What?”
“She said keep it down, she has a headache,” Kim translated.
“Figures. I bring orgasmic popcorn, and she can’t even enjoy that.”
Shego mumbled something else.
“‘Don’t say orgasmic in the same sentence as any form of food or smiting shall be involved.’” Kim translated.
“Philistine.” Ron set the bowl down on the coffee table and plopped down on the love seat. It was good to know some things just didn’t change.
Author’s Notes: Yup, I’m on a roll with the weird explanation bits. More story stuff will be coming soon, maybe some more fluff, and of course how Rufus is doing.
Just don’t throw bricks. Cause they hurt. And reviews are wanted, as always!