Shannon limped down the stairs slowly, having satisfied her curiosity.
“They really do look cute sleeping together don’t they?” Anne was leaning against the door way to the kitchen as she spoke.
“I don’t know…I think we would have been a cuter couple,” Shannon looked away, not letting Anne she the sadness in her eye.
“Maybe….maybe not…but they are the ones that are together, not us…And we just need to accept that,” Anne’s voice was soft as she spoke.
“I know…And as silly as it sounds coming from me, I can live with that.”
The Kimmunicator went off, its ring piercing the gentle sleep the pair had been enjoying.
Kim’s hand shot out, feeling around for the device. She muttered in annoyance as she bumped it causing the super PDA to fall to the floor.
Thanks to coincidence it clicked on, and Wade’s face appeared on the screen, the light casting a glow into the dark room.
“Kim? You there?”
The teenager’s head poked over the side of the bed as she scooped up the Kimmunicator, “Sorry ‘bout that…what’s the sitch?”
“It’s about Drakken…he’s found a way to undo the accident.”
“Oh.” Kim’s voice told more than her face at that moment.
Wade groaned inside, “Let me guess…you two got together, and now you’re wondering if she’ll leave you if she becomes Shego again?”
Kim nodded weakly.
Wade didn’t know what to say to reassure the teenager, “Uh…Kim…I’ll call you again in the morning so we can arrange something with Drakken on all of this…”
With a click the connection died, and Kim set the device back on the nightstand. She sighed as she snuggled back up to the woman next to her.
It was hard to predict what would come of it, but regardless of whatever happened in the morning it’d be for the best.
Anne pulled her robe around her tighter as she staggered out of her bedroom towards the kitchen. Her sleep had been restless at best thanks to the constant thought of her first love who slept on the sofa in the den that night.
She did her best to ignore the pale woman who was sleeping like a contortionist on the couch as she passed it. Anne’s toes curled as they touched the cool tile of the kitchen as she made a bee-line to the coffee maker. Bless the man who invented the automatic coffee maker. She smiled as she poured a mug of the dark liquid, adding a dash of powder creamer before sipping it as she watched the sunlight start to creep into the kitchen through the windows.
It was a simple daily ritual, but it was peaceful and relaxing. Which counted for a lot in the household she held together.
She sighed as she thought about the woman on the couch. It was nice to see her again, but a natural suspicion from being a mother for as long as she had told her there was more to the story.
Just what was it?
Her green eyes opened slowly as her mind throbbed. Something was amiss. This wasn’t her room. In fact it had too much pink to be anything she’d consider sleeping in, well, ever.
An arm from behind her pulled her close and she felt two mounds of flesh that told her the culprit was female. A female who’s content sigh sounded disturbingly familiar.
What in the hell is going on? Oooo….My head….Dr. D…I’m going to get you for shooting me with that little pop gun of yours…after this headache goes away long enough for me to figure out where I am….
The woman rubbed her fore head; her eyes squeezed shut in concentration. Yes, she would get that blue man as soon as her head let her think straight.
Kim nuzzled the woman next to her happily as the world opened up to her, or at least her mind woke up enough for her to know it was there.
The woman stiffened up like a board though at the touch. “Pumpkin….please tell me that isn’t you…” The voice was different this time, almost depressed as it broke the silence.
“Something wrong Sara?” Something told Kim that something had to be wrong. Pumpkin…has Sara ever called me Pumpkin? I know Shego did…but did Sara?
The nod was slow, and it told Kim something was definitely up.
“No one has called me Sara since I got hit with that comet…how’d you know about it?”
Kim bit her lip, fighting back the depression she was starting to feel. “Shego…you told me to call you Sara….look it’s complicated….”
“Well start talking Pumpkin…because right now I’m a little beyond being beyond disturbed…and an explanation would at least make why I woke up in your bed acceptable.”
Kim swallowed hard, unsure if she should let go of the woman she was holding before she answered the question. The idea bounced back and forth like a game of table tennis in the teenager’s mind, until she forgot what she was worrying about.
“Well…simply put Drakken screwed up and you ended up thinking you were 15 year-old Sara Conner again…just because he wanted to know what makes you cranky.”
There was an awkward silence, and Kim tried to figure out what to do. Being in a relationship with a woman was new, but for the woman to be her arch-nemesis made it…weird. Or did it?
She tossed the idea around for a while before deciding it didn’t matter, she’d support the woman regardless if she was good or evil. It didn’t mean she had to be evil, it just meant she’d support the woman who was wrapped in her embrace no matter what.
“And…the part where I start sleeping in your bed with you hugging me..?”
Kim sighed, trying to keep herself from being depressed. “Drakken panicked and got a hold of me in the middle of the night…I was tired and agreed to take you in until either you got better or he found a way to undo his mistake.”
“And the bed thing?” Shego’s voice was on the verge of being inaudible, and it quivered a little as she spoke.
“Well….you are…or were…a lesbian it seems…and…had an attraction to me…” Kim’s voice was almost impossible for Shego to hear, despite how close the teenager was. “Your…..your attraction to me challenged how I saw you…and…well…Shego…I’ve…been crushing on you since we met when Drakken stole that robo-tick. I care about you…Every last bit of you…”
Shego tensed again at the last words. Kim’s heart threatened to stop as she waited to know what the woman was going to say about the teenager’s forbidden love.
“You don’t mind my green skin…? The large amount of hair? The incessant cockiness? Anything?”
Kim smiled, “As long as you don’t swear showers off, I will never have a complaint.”
Shego smiled despite herself, “Pumpkin…as fun as you are…hell I’ll even give you cute, attractive, and interesting to throw into the mix…I…I don’t know how I feel. It’s nothing against you Princess…but I buried that part of me that…let me like women. I’m not going to push you away, or deny affection to you…because I like you…but not in a sexual way…if that makes any sense…”
Kim nuzzled tenderly, “You have completely made my day. You caring about me for none sexual reasons is sweet…most people only care about people because they look attractive…you have a deeper motivation to it…”
Shego was happy to not be looking at the teenager right then. She wasn’t ready to let people see her blush, even if they had attractive personalities.
Shego could feel her cheeks drifting from warm to burning hot as the thought of the teenager’s intense personality drifted into her consciousness. It was silly, but the girl’s very head first life style was something she thought was sexy.
“Ummm…one more important detail I haven’t mentioned yet….Your mother is sleeping on the couch.”
Shego hovered over her the couch, looking at the woman who was sleeping like a human pretzel. Minus the eye patch and the white roots that peppered the dark hair the woman could easily be the woman who had raised Shego.
But that woman was supposed to be dead.
Kim hugged Shego, trying to be comforting.
“Is that…?”
Kim nodded, her cheek rubbing against the woman’s back, “That’s your mom…or at least that’s what she said, and you agreed with when you were Sara.”
“But my mother is dead…”
Kim nodded again, enjoying the muscles that twitched at her touch, “She still is…She’s some sort of super-zombie I guess…Yesterday she came back after being gone all day with two large holes in her torso. Thankfully nothing was hanging out, but the blood was hard to get off the carpet.”
“You’re kidding right? I mean…she doesn’t have any holes in her…or scars….”
“Just like when you’re hurt…In fact, you don’t have a single scar on you….have you ever had one?”
Shego stiffened at the last question, trying to remember if she’d ever had a scar. “…no…I’ve never gotten one…anywhere…How’d you know?”
“Easy, I’ve seen you change clothes a few times…and snuck a few peeks. You and your mother are a LOT a like….save for hair and skin color you’re almost twins…so I figured that if you both heal fast you had more in common than very similar looks.” Kim smiled softly, “You and her both share super genes…well in the way of healing when you’re injured… and apparently hers still work despite the walking corpse thing…”
The woman shuddered a little bit as she stared at the pale figure on the couch. It’s just so creepy…It took so long to get used to the thought that she was dead…but this…this isn’t right…”
It was almost as if the thought stirred the woman, who moaned as she slowly sat up. “Morning Princess…”
So that’s where she gets it from…She’s actually a lot like her mother…both of them are so elegant…so beautiful…if I was Mom’s age Mrs. Conner would be a possibility, but she’s really out of my leag- BAD KIM! No thinking about your love’s mother like that! Jeeze…I need to work on the raging lesbian hormones….
Much to Kim’s disappointment she found herself abandoning the woman she crushed on, and said woman’s mother, in the kitchen. She didn’t want to abandon Shego now that the woman had found her mother again, but she knew in the back of her mind that the two needed to reconnect.
“So…Mother…why are you here? I understand that you’re dead, regenerative, and still fully functioning in the head, but why are you here? I know you well enough to know you didn’t hunt for me.”
The woman looked away here eye avoiding Shego’s piercing stare. “I…I did look for you…but you’d gone off and started working for that blue guy…Drakken right?” She didn’t bother to wait for an answer before she continued, “But…my work kept me busy…demon hunting…plus my travels…We crossed paths a few times…but one of us was usually working…”
Shego’s anger deflated a little, but not much, “Working? And what does a dead woman do for work?”
“Hunt demons…and try to keep your father from destroying the planet.”
The room became so silent you could hear Shego’s heart skip a beat.
A/N: So that’s what I’ve been hiding from you all this time…sorry for the lack of updates…work has been murder NOT LITTERALLY as of late…hopefully it’ll mellow out soon.
A few XD more chapters to go…it WAS going to be seven but now I’m not so sure because not all of the plot points flesh out as largely as they’re supposed to.