“Alright...now make sure you check the French Toast often so it doesn’t burn. Unless you like it burnt of course.” Sara spoke softly in the teenager’s ear, her arms wrapped around the apprentice cook’s middle.
Kim nodded, and checked the slice that was currently cooking in the pan. “Sara…I…I think it’s actually kind of funny how right this feels…I fought this, but I was wrong too. I guess I was afraid I was going to make you choose between your work and me.”
“Princess…I will never pick any sort of work over you. Besides…the woman who’d have to make that decision doesn’t exist. She was the product of something I never went through…so you have nothing to fear.” The woman nuzzled the teenager’s neck tenderly.
Kim let out a small squeak, and then frowned as the French Toast in the skillet burst into flames. “Arg! It’s not fair! Food is not supposed to spontaneously combust!” She grabbed the lid and tossed it onto the skillet, the flames giving a slight ‘wuff’ as they went out.
Sara giggled, “Maybe you’re more suited for a flambé style of cooking?”
Kim smirked, “Or letting you do the cooking.”
A throat cleared behind them, and the pair looked back, their cheeks turning shade of pink usually only seen on Valentine’s Day.
Anne shook her head, “As cute as that is, you may need to be a little more tactful about your relationship.” She continued speaking as she made a path towards the coffee maker, “After all James doesn’t know about this yet, and the twins are sure to be a source of teasing if they find out.”
“Wait, Dad doesn’t know?” Kim was confused. After all the pair had slept on the couch several times in the past week.
Anne nodded, “You know how he is when there’s a big project at the Space Center. No attention to anything but work.” She poured a little creamer into her mug and stirred it in, the black liquid turning a caramel color, “Not complaining mind you, I’m used to it. Either way you two make a very cute couple…even when my daughter tries to burn the house down with her cooking.”
Kim’s blush turned from a pink to a deep scarlet, “Mom! I don’t do it on purpose.” She pouted defiantly to the playful jab her mother had made.
Sara smiled, “She’s got your number on that one Princess.”
Anne bit her lip at the nickname, but didn’t say anything. Guess some things go beyond looks when it comes to things children get from their parents..
Shannon stood with her sword drawn, the blade following her forearm. “So…another one. You pieces of shit are getting pretty popular.”
The Minotaur snorted in annoyance. It stood about seven feet tall at the shoulder he was leaning on his knuckles as he glared at the woman. His oversized muscles twitched as he stared at her with large glassy eyes.
I hate Minotaurs. Always so big, stupid, and an all round pain in the neck to have to kill.
It charged and Shannon crouched until the demon was almost on top of her. She forced her way into the air, twisting over the Minotaur, lashing out with her blade.
“Morning Kimmicub,” James spoke as he slunk down into his spot at the table. “Oooo, French Toast. Who made breakfast?”
Sara smirked and looked over at Anne who gave a little nod.
“Kim did,” Sara was proud to announce it. Her pupil was learning well.
The man immediately looked at the food like it was a product of nuclear waste. “The kitchen still in one piece?”
Anne nodded.
“No mutant French Toast creatures?”
“None dear.”
“And it’s not going to cause me to grow an extra eye like her Chicken Noodle soup did?”
“Dear, I honestly doubt it. Besides, you only had it for a week.”
Sara looked at Kim and mouthed, “An extra eye?”
The teenager shrugged, “I warned you my luck in the kitchen is horrible.”
Sara snickered and shook her head. Kim…sometimes you amaze me in ways I never expect.
Shannon was grabbed before she made it mid-way over the demon the blade not quite making it to the monster’s body before she was thrown into a tree. She grunted and got back up, cracking her neck.
“I’ve had worse taking on a couple imps and a shade.”
The Minotaur growled and charged; his upper body lowered like a football player’s.
“So what’s new in the Possible family while I was spending too much time at work again?”
Sara smiled mischievously.
Kim glared at the woman, “Don’t you dare.”
“Well…I love your daughter, and would gladly carry her away to live somewhere private where we could live a long and happy life, with a lot of romantic involvements.”
Anne snickered at her daughter’s pale face. It wasn’t the best way to inform her husband, but it was definitely one of the more humorous ones.
James sputtered as he spoke, “I…I beg…your pardon?”
Sara thought about it for a second, “Well…Kim and me are a sexy item.”
The man slumped back in his seat, “Oh my…My daughter….and….Oh my…”
Kim wanted to curl up under the table and fade out of existence to avoid the embarrassment.
The horns drove into Shannon’s stomach as she slammed into the tree. She grimaced and drove the blade down through the Minotaur’s spine before it could react and pull away.
The demon screamed in pain as its legs collapsed out from under it, the muscles going slack from being cut off from the Minotaur’s brain.
It didn’t give her a lot of room to unpin herself from the tree, but it was enough to work with.
She pushed herself off of the horns, and wrenched the blade free.
“It takes a lot more than something like you to stop me, and make sure you tell him that when you get back to Hell.”
The blade flashed and the Minotaur’s head rolled free.
“So…you” he pointed at Sara before continuing, “and you,” he paused, pointing at his daughter, “are an item?”
They both nodded.
James looked over at Anne, “Dear...she gets that from you…I’m sure of it…But…if dating a woman makes her happy I can live with it.” He pointed at Sara again, “But you break her heart and I’m going to make you wish I tossed you in a black hole.”
Sara nodded in agreement, and fear.
Kim smiled. Good…Dad likes her.
The Minotaur had exploded in a small light show that would have impressed most. For Shannon it was something that came with the job. Demons that were manifested on the physical plane often left with a bang.
She limped back to towards the Possible house, coagulated blood dripping slowly out of the two large holes in her stomach.
Well…going to need some gauze to keep me together until I heal again. That shouldn’t take too long...At least it usually doesn't...there was that one time with the giant scorpion...
Jesus...Bloody comet, and bloody demons…I seriously need to find a better job than this.
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Kim and Sara were lying on the couch when there was a thumping on the door.
Kim untangled herself from Sara and padded towards the door, “I got it!”
The teenager opened the door and felt her jaw drop.
“KP, can we get your mother?” Ron was holding up Shannon, who waved weakly. “She’s bleeding pretty badly.”
“I keep telling you I’ll be fine!” Shannon protested, but Ron shot the woman a dirty look.
“You were collapsed on the lawn, not to mention, you’ve got two holes in you that I could keep grapefruit inside of!”
Sara was there, helping guide her mother into the kitchen while Kim got her mother.
Anne came into the kitchen almost at a run, a first aid kit in her hand.
She took a look at the twin wounds then at the woman sitting in the chair before looking at the wounds again. “Jesus Christ…”
Shannon grinned, “No, that man was Jewish, and a male.”
Anne looked up at the woman, “With…wounds like that…” She paused for a moment, trying to think, “How long have you been bleeding?”
Shannon did some thinking, “I think it started around dawn…and it’s what…three? So quite a while today.”
“Shannon…you should be…dead from blood loss.” Anne stared at the wounds the defied medical science.
Shannon shrugged weakly, ignoring the circle of shocked faces around her, “Should be, but it’s hard to kill what isn’t living.”
Four sets of jaws were hanging limply as Shannon sat there, like it was an everyday thing to be walking around dead. Well an everday thing for most people.
“The comet killed me, but I’m obviously still…animate despite that…not to mention I heal fairly quickly...Save for a few exceptions I can regenerate most of my body with some rest. That includes these holes in my gut.”
There was a stunned silence that was interrupted by a dripping noise.
“Sorry…that’s me. Could I get some gauze over these holes? I don’t want to leave blood all over the place.”
Sara and Kim were sitting on the couch, a little disturbed by what they had found out.
“I’m sorry…that she’s dead…” Kim bit her lip, trying to decide exactly how to approach the whole subject. Her wording wasn’t great, but it was a close to as what she meant as she could managed at that point.
“She’s only technically dead though…Sure she doesn’t have a pulse…but she’s still right there…talking, laughing….she even has the same sparkle in her eye.” The woman sighed, “So ‘dead’ or not she’s still the same woman who raised me. And nothing is going to change that. Not even a missing heartbeat.”
Ron chose that moment to enter the room, and the conversation, “Apparently you’ve never seen a zombie movie….One bite and it’ll spread…soon we’ll all be dead!”
“Ron….Shut up.”
“Yes Kim.”
“Good…I highly doubt she’d do that. She’s not a zombie…her glow just animates her body…keeps her living...Well sort of living...”
“But there was that one movie where it all started with a comet!”
It was Sara’s turn to be annoyed now, “Look…I don’t know you very well...but I’m going to slap the idiot out of you if you keep it up, got it? She’s my mother, not some flesh eating zombie.”
Ron needed submissively, “Yes Shego.”
“No, not Shego, Sara. I am not that…woman named Shego.”
Ron was confused, “Wait…what?”
“Drakken screwed up some experiment, and reversed her memory to when she was fifteen.” Kim filled in the confused boy as simply and quickly as possible.
Ron held his head, “So many over used bad movie plots….My head...”
“Ron right?” A voice spoke from the kitchen entry way, “I don’t really think this is a movie…though it’d make it easier if it was. I’d get to have a stunt double rather than fighting those demons myself.”
Ron looked back and went pale as he saw Shannon standing in the doorway.
“Oh relax…the sword is for demons, not for people with crazy theories. I may not have a pulse but it doesn’t mean I’m cold hearted.” The woman smiled at her own bad joke.
Kim looked at Sara, “She do that a lot?”
“Do what?”
“The puns…”
Sara sighed, “Pretty much.”
“Crud.”
A/N: And so Shannon’s glow is explained, we get a little action and Ron finally appears out of the woodwork! Where is this even going?
I am so not telling. Though reviews might help bring more chapters a little quicker that’s a hint for you silent folks out there!.