Shego’s headache passed after a bit of rest. It fascinated, and scared her how mind-blowing Kim could be if she wanted too. She turned on the tap for the shower and waited for the water to heat up. Kim had already taken a shower, alone, which was to the red head’s disappointment. Shego preferred her showers alone though. They let her think, let her relax, and let her work and sore muscles back to a more relaxed state.
She climbed in, letting some of the steam billow out. She just needed some time to think.
Kim lay back on the bed, her hair spread out like a fiery aura around her head. It wasn’t that she was frustrated; it was that she was furious. It was herself she had to blame though. She had been the one who let Drakken shoot her with that dart. She was faster than the man’s shaky trigger finger, but she could only stand there in shock. She had become a tool of evil, and a weapon against the very woman she loved. That woman had saved her though.
She just didn’t know what to feel. She loved Shego, she wanted Shego, but she couldn’t trust herself around the woman. Shego was honestly the best thing that had ever happened to her in a relationship, and she avoided telling the woman about seeking Global Justice’s aide, not to mention had a nasty habit of using the woman as a sexual object.
She sighed. So much guilt over so many things, it was enough to make her wish that she still kept a diary. But writing wasn’t something she was good at. She was good at being reactive. Proactive things were often outside of what she could do. Not that she advertised it.
Shego walked out of the shower. She didn’t even bother wearing a towel. She was dry, and she was hoping it’d break her Princess out of her funk. The red head didn’t notice though, making the pale green woman feel dejected.
“OOF! Shego! What was that for?”
“Kimmie, I’m naked, gorgeous and on top of you. What do you think this is for?”
The red head smiled, and pulled the woman in closer.
Ron sat down on his bed. Things were just too quiet without Rufus around. The little guy was in a special care clinic that was doing their best to take care of the rodent, but it was a matter of time if the furless creature was going to make it.
Ron picked up his phone and dialed.
“Josh? You mind if I come over for a bit? Thanks.”
He slowly got off his bed, and headed downstairs. He didn’t even look towards his parents as he left.
It wasn’t a long walk to Josh’s house; he only lived a few blocks away. He tapped on the door and it was opened like the boy had been waiting right there for Ron. They quietly slipped into each other’s arms. Josh’s parents weren’t home, and even if they hadn’t been they could care less about what their son did.
They two made it to the couch, Josh holding Ron close. It wasn’t about sex, it wasn’t about lust; no it was about comfort, pure and simple. Rufus was close to both of them, Ron especially, and now they faced losing him. Ron sighed, nuzzling the other boy tenderly. It was good to be loved.
Kim sighed as she snuggled the other woman. It seemed that no matter what happened Shego forgave her for it. It was a comforting thought.
“Shego?”
“Mmm…?”
“I’m sorry I’ve been a louse.”
“Pardon?”
“I’m sorry I was mean to you, and that I snuck around behind your back trying to get Global Justice to help, without telling you.”
“You’re forgiven Pumpkin. As long as you forgive me for going to Stoppable for help.”
“Help?”
Shego blushed, “I was worried I was thinking like a perverted little nympho.”
“Oh...that.” Kim kissed the other woman, “That is actually damn cute. Almost as cute as you and the maid outfit.”
“Which you ripped off of me. I know how to sew Kimmie, but that skirt is never going to be the same again.”
Kim blushed, “I know. But it was worth it.”
Shego smirked, “Kimmie. You know I love you, right?”
The red head snuggled closer, “Only as long as you know I love you.”
There is nothing quite like a synthdrone’s eyes. Or rather nothing as capable of capturing so much at once. It had seen Kim and Shego’s little intimate moment, and relayed them back to the lair. It dropped out of the tree, its job done. It had collected the information its creator had seeked. It found a sewer drain and pulled out a small box cutter. Its purpose had been fulfilled.
The bag of goo deflated and rolled into the drain.
Morning always came too early. For Shego anytime before noon was too early. And seven was beyond too early. She seriously doubted the sanity of people who got up that early as she rolled out of bed. Kim was sprawled out in a semi-suggestive manner, but the dark haired woman could barely focus her eyes, much less try to get her mind to realize that the woman she loved was sprawled out across the bed, half-naked and still asleep.
She found a large shirt and slipped it on, along with a pair of pajama bottoms. She thought she had woken up enough for stairs, but quickly found that they had predicted her coming, and she found herself doing a swan dive down the flight of stairs. Instinct and reflexes saved her though as she put out a hand, and redirected her momentum, her body spinning into an upright position.
Despite the amazing display of one can do when a flight of stairs threatens their life in the morning, she was still very much dead to the world. She managed to find the coffee and poured herself a cup. She mentally cursed as the familiar flavor of nutmeg hit her tongue. She really needed to find a better seasoning to associate with sex. Sure nutmeg was great and all, at least as long as Dr. Possible didn’t make the coffee, and it wasn’t Christmas.
The woman sighed. Christmas. The hardest day of the entire year to be here. And now it was going to be harder thanks to her now having nothing to give Kim.
She remotely considered wearing only a bow and hiding in the bedroom, but it was a silly idea. She bit her lip. Time to find a job.
It took some work. Actually it took a lot of work it to find a place that’d actually hire her. She sighed as she looked around. She was in heaven. It had honestly surprised her that the school was the one place that was willing to give her a chance. In the library no less!
Shego was wearing a green turtleneck and black slacks, with matching shoes, as she merrily made her way from one stack to another, shelving books like a woman possessed.
The other woman who worked there, and honestly looked like she was wishing she worked somewhere else, was in a state of shock at Shego’s work ethic. Shego did everything she was asked, handled the books with loving care, and even learned the computer system fairly quickly.
Patty, as was the other woman’s name, was simply amazed. Shego was a small miracle that the school had sent her. Which meant she could spend more time doing what she liked. She was reading what classified as a saucy romance novel, but Shego didn’t even comment on it, and manned the check-out desk, armed with a copy of Jurassic Park.
That’s when the students started trickling in. Some recognized her from her wandering the halls a few days prior, and others knew her from her scene with Mr. Barken. They all knew who she used to be as well.
None of this was an issue as Shego dutifully did her job. She even managed to keep herself from flirting with Kim as she came through with a few books on Shakespeare. That was a small feat in itself.
At the end of the day Shego shelved the small pile of returns and waved a farewell to her co-worker, who was still in awe of the work ethic of the other woman. “Apparently some of this younger generation, does have a work ethic,” the woman mused as she gathered her things to leave.
Kim made dinner that night. It was odd for her to offer to make a meal, and the Possible family was a bit on edge about it. Shego was oblivious to this, having never actually tried Kim’s cooking.
“So…Shego how was your first day of work?”
Shego looked over at James Possible, with a smile on her face, “It was wonderful! So many books! Not to mention I think I have some respect from a good number of the students. The other librarian was shocked on how clean it was around there at the end of the day.”
A couple heads nodded. They knew how messy school libraries could get if the students didn’t care.
Kim came in carrying a pot of spaghetti, then shuffled back out, then in with a small set of toppings in one hand and a pot of sauce in the other. “Don’t worry; kitchen is not on fire this time.”
Shego raised an eyebrow and looked at the food. It looked edible to her, why was everyone else so worried? Everyone kept looking around, wondering who was going dare to eat something first. Seizing opportunity, Shego piled some of the noodles on her plate, along with sauce and parmesan cheese. Sensing that everyone was waiting to see her reaction, she casually took a bite.
As shock plastered itself on her face, the Possible family wondered if they should be hitting the dirt for safety reasons. “Kimmie, I must bear your children. This is the best batch of spaghetti I have –ever- had.”
A small bit of relief kicked in, until the shock of what Shego had just said kicked in. Dr. Possible’s eyes were glowing with joy at the thought of grandchildren, while James Possible, Jim, and Tim looked horrified. Kim on the other hand looked ready to pass out.
Shego cracked up at the sight, “Relax. If I do decide to carry any children in me, you can be sure it’s not going to be right this second.”
The only disappointed face at the table was Dr. Possible.
Dinner was uneventful, and the twins handled clean-up.
Unfortunately that peace was shattered by a knock on the door.
It was Hego.
Kim walked up the small set of stairs from her door to her room, “Shego? You know you can’t avoid you’re family forever.”
Shego looked over at Kim, “I refuse to go out there. I hate him I hate him I hate him!”
“Which him?”
Shego sighed and flopped onto her back. “Hego.”
Kim snuggled up to the other woman, “Why?”
“Because…he’s the reason I quit Team Go. Hell he was the reason I even joined Team Go. The whole super hero business was his idea. I never wanted to be a hero. I never even wanted these abilities. I just wanted to live a quiet life, and run a bookstore.”
Kim giggled, “Sorry. Trying to imagine you running a bookstore.”
Shego sighed, “Anyways, Hego dragged me into it all. All of our ‘names’ are a pronoun that starts with the same letter as our real names, and the word go.”
Kim nodded.
“Anyways, I adjusted to it all. Though I never got over being angry at Hego. Then a villain died. His plot of world domination had been overthrown by us, and he jumped off the roof. Very similar to how you went over the edge. He was just gone.”
“I jumped over after him, and managed to catch him, and hang on, despite my shoulders trying to dislocate from the weight. And then the bastard stabbed me. My grip slipped, and he fell.”
“Hego blamed it all on me. Blamed everything that went wrong that night on me. So I left. I never forgave him, and even managed to find a job as a thief. Everything after that you already know.”
Kim nodded, feeling sick to her stomach. She held onto the other woman possessively. “You don’t have to see him if you don’t want to then.”
Shego hugged the red head back. “I should go downstairs anyways. Mego and Wego never did anything to me. They don’t deserve to be shut out by me.”
Kim didn’t let Shego get up though, “Just a little longer. I need to stop being pissed off at Hego before I even consider going down there.”
“Alright princess. I’ll wait.”
Hego was pacing in the living room. He had honestly hoped that Shego had forgiven him for what had happened. Hell it had been four years, why hadn’t she?
He sighed and ignored Mego who was combing his hair again. Normally he’d tell the shrinker to quit being so vain, but he wasn’t in the mood. Wego was goofing off with Kim’s twin brothers. It was an amusing thought in a sense the despite how different Shego and Kim’s families where, how similar they were in some ways.
“Alright. I’m going to listen to why you felt it necessary to come all the way over here to bother me?”
Hego sighed, “Can I give my little sister a congrats on finally finding someone?”
“I am not your little sister. Not anymore. We’ve been over this. I am not related to you as far as I’m concerned, got it?”
Hego put his hands up in defeat, “Alright. Just be careful. You’re hands are on fire again.”
Shego forced the rage out her mind and extinguished her hands. It’d be safer to not sit down, or else innocent furniture would be harmed.
Hego ran his fingers through his hair, “About two days ago some blue guy, insisting his name was Dr. Drakken, called us on our vid-screen. He dumped the fact that you and Ms. Possible have been dating for almost two months now in our laps, and hung up. He seemed honestly overjoyed at our surprise. We couldn’t trace the call, and we weren’t sure what to do.”
He sat down, not trying to hide the emotion that was plaguing him, “Then last night someone broke into our headquarters. We don’t know who it was exactly, but they fought just like you sis.”
Shego bristled at the nickname, but relaxed as Kim wrapped a protective arm around her. “Probably a synthdrone. Drakken seems to be using them to replace me.”
Mego interrupted, “Couldn’t be. This thing took a lot of hits, and no goo.”
“Wait, how do you know that a synthdrone is goo filled?” Kim’s curiosity was perked.
“Fought them before. We may have never fought your Dr. Drakken, the idea of synthdrones have been around for a long time. Though the ones we fought were highly unstable and had a tendency to literally explode when hit.”
Kim made a face at this. She already hated the thought of the old synthdrones.
“Anyways,” Hego started, trying to steer the conversation back on track, “Our biggest problem was that this person had your green fire bit. Not nearly as refined as yours, but still packed a wallop.”
Mego butted in, “Not to mention this thing had super strength as well. No shrinking or subdividing thankfully or else our butts would have been handed to us even more so.”
“What are you talking about?” Shego was a little lost, her mind trying to cope with the thought of someone out there with her abilities.
“This person who broke in didn’t steal anything. He just started fighting with us. And he won. Big time.”
Hego’s head hung lower now than it had before.
Shego closed her eyes, trying to reach a place in her mind that wasn’t rage filled. A gentle squeeze helped her focus, and she opened her eyes again. “So you’re saying Drakken tipped you off about –my- love life, then someone attacked you using my powers along with his?” Shego gestured at Hego with a look of disgust on her face.
Mego nodded solemnly, “Right now we’re not sure what is going on. We just thought it might be a good idea to let you know what was going on.”
“Why not just call?” Shego’s blood was threatening to boil again.
“Because you won’t talk to us.” Hego’s voice was hollow.
“Because I CAN’T STAND YOU.” The dark haired woman stormed out of the living room.
Kim looked at Hego, “Honestly, after hearing what you did, I don’t blame her.” The redhead followed Shego out of the room, trying to catch up to her.
Mego casually pulled out his comb again, “That actually went better than planned.”
“Mego?”
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”
Author’s Notes: So I lead this off in a new direction again it seems. Or am I? Is this all part of some kind of diabolical plot to drive you, the people who read this, insane? Perhaps.
Anyways, I’ve snuck a little bit more information in there. If you can’t guess what Drakken is up too, that’s alright, it just means it’ll be a better plot to reveal later. Anyways reviews are what add fuel to my fire, so if you love this, have something to ask, or whatever, post one! I’ll reply to you ASAP, or post the answer in the next chapter!