“Team B on site. Advise us on your location Team A.” Jim let go of the call button on his Kimmunicator. They had maintained radio silence since deploying from an aircraft that one of the many people who owed Kim Possible a favour, had graciously lent the new Team Possible. Jim and Tim both hated that title. The new Team Possible. That title assumed that there was an old Team Possible. And that the old Team Possible was gone. There was no new Team Possible. There were a few people trying to fill in the gap that Kim Possible had left behind, just until she got back. Then Team Possible would get back to normal.
Dearest family and friends…
The Kimmunicator's tiny screen came alive with a visual of Monique, the chosen leader of the group. “You okay, boys?”
“Yeah, we're cool.” Tim grinned at the screen. “Where are you guys?”
“Wind blew us off course a bit. We'll be meeting you shortly. Just stay where you are.”
First off, how are you guys? I miss you so much, and I know you must be dying for news from me, so here it is.
Jim leaned against a tree and crossed his arms, sinking into a brooding silence. While his twin had managed to keep up the facade of carefree happiness, Jim hadn't been able to do it. He wallowed in his grief and anger. Though the two twins might have caused their sister endless grief when she was around, it was their childish way of showing how much they cared for her. And they cared a lot.
I'm doing alright, you don't need to worry about me.
The letter had come in the mail a little under a year after Kim's disappearance and it had soothed the Possibles’ nerves. After comparing Kim's scrawlings with examples they had handy and confirming that it was indeed their Kim, everybody breathed a sigh of relief. Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Possible in particular, finally relaxed. Their only daughter was safe. The letter had been torn into pieces, but someone had taped it back together and sent it to the Possible residence. There was no return address, no postmark, its outward appearance giving off the impression that it was untraceable.
“It'll be difficult, but nothing's impossible for Team Possible.” Wade had said grimly. Monique had sent Wade a precious corner of that letter for him to analyze.
You don't need to look for me, I am well taken care of and will be back approximately three years since I left.
The residue of juice from the plant ‘litchi chinensis’ was the clue that cinched the deal. Wade pinpointed the exact area in which this tropical plant would be able to grow timing when it would be in season; garnering the information on how it was cultivated from just that small splotch of juice, the kind of minerals in the soil the plant grew in… all these facts and many other little markers would help Wade to, hopefully, find what they all needed. Kim Possible.
I'm not being held against my will, sort of… but the important thing is that I'm okay and you guys are okay. It's so not the drama.
“Hey, we're here.” Monique came through the underbrush. She was wearing an exact copy of Kim's mission clothes, designed specially for her frame. Standing in for Kim had taken a toll on Monique's life. It meant that she left her beloved Club Banana. It also meant that she didn't have much of a social life and she was constantly tired.
‘How does the world manage to get itself into peril time and time again?’ Monique thought wearily. She had very little time for work, what with school and the team coming first. More like with the team coming first. Because the world was always placed before her own selfish needs, such as education. ‘Is this how Kim spends her days? I wouldn't be surprised if she really just took a little holiday away from everything.’
Ron dug Rufus out of his pocket and grinned at the molerat. Besides sporting a slightly shaggier hairstyle (courtesy of Monique's styling tips), Ron seemed to not have changed a bit since Kim left. Perpetually the sidekick, he was happy as long as he had someone to lead and things to do to keep his mind off of Kim.
“Where's my baby?” Jim, asked, after acknowledging Monique and Ron's presence. In response to his question, there was suddenly the sound of some four-legged creature rushing towards them. Bursting through the brush, a skinny german shepherd with floppy ears jumped on Jim, attacking him with wet kisses.
“Down, boy!” Jim laughed, pushing away the dog's insistant attack. “Down!”
Obediently, the canine sat down, quivering with excitement. Only seven months old, he had been trained incredibly well. After Kim's disappearance, Jim had dealt with the loss far worse than anybody else. He had locked himself in his room and even isolated himself away from his twin. His parents, though grief-stricken by their daughter's kidnapping, noticed this alarming behaviour. Mr. Dr. Possible had found a solution after extra attention, bribes/gifts and finally visits to a psychiatrist didn't work.
“A dog is a boy's best friend.” Mr. Dr. Possible had gone to a breeder and found a purebred german shepherd pup. Nobody could resist that adorable ball of fluff. “Jim, this puppy is yours. You'll have to take care of him, you hear? He's your responsibility. He's a living breathing creature, so he can get sick, hungry, lonely or cold. Its up to you to make sure he's well-taken care of and all of his needs are seen to. He has to be housebroken and trained properly. Right now he's just a baby, so he's going to depend on you a lot.”
Jim was entranced by the tiny life that he cradled in his arms. The puppy felt… oddly fragile. Jim could feel its downy fur tickling his arm, the tiny heart pumping quickly in reaction to all these new strangers. Jim's eyes ran over the length of the pup's black and blonde body and its coal-black face.
“What about Tim?” Jim looked up at his father. Mr. Dr. Possible noted that Jim didn't need to look up that far anymore. He was getting big. But at times like this, when Jim showed how vulnerable he was, father remembered that this was his son; this young boy was sitting on the fence between the world of children and adults in that often times confusing space of adolesence.
“I don't have time for a puppy.” Tim shrugged, holding out his fingers to the dog so it could nibble on them. Mr. Dr. Possible had actually had a talk with Tim, explaining the situation to the boy, even offering Tim a puppy of his own if he wanted.
“Maybe later.” Tim was by no means less shocked than Jim by Kim's disappearance. Tim just dealt with it one day at a time. And a puppy, something that required him to invest emotions in… Tim couldn't. He had a hard enough time dredging up the emotions to make things seem normal, or as normal as things could be without Kim. He knew his parents suffered a great deal more than he did, and it was with the insightfulness of an adult that he saw that.
I know all of you will worry despite what I say, but you have to trust me on this one.
“Tigger, time to put all that training into practise, k?” Jim knelt down in front of the dog, talking to the black-faced dog seriously. Tigger was the perfect crucible for Jim's roiling anger and resentment against the world that he saw had failed his sister in her time of need. Tigger barked excitedly and pranced around, wagging his tail furiously in his excitement but made himself calm down as Jim held out a shirt to the dog. Sniffing inquisitively at the cheerleader's top, Jim let Tigger take his time. He could afford no mistakes. Not only did the german shepherd draw Jim back into society, but Jim found an outlet for his smoldering emotions. Tigger was trained specifically to aid Team Possible. Where technology failed in finding his sister, Jim hoped this animal would succeed.
“Find Kim.” Jim snapped his fingers, getting Tigger's attention. “You hear me, baby? Find. Kim.”
The dog whipped the air with his tail, eager to please his master, but obediently waiting for the word that would let him loose. He had the scent, and it was entrenched in his mind. Jim hooked a leash onto Tigger's harness and stood up. Jim had realistic expectations. Tigger, though he had an amazing nose, would probably not be able to find anything on the first try. Besides, they had a large area to cover. But Jim was determined to come back again and again, combing the grid he had set up until his dog picked up something. He had absolute faith in Tigger. Everybody else had failed in finding Kim. He could only count on himself. Jim firmly believe that where others failed, he would succeed on the simple fact that he was a Possible, and by adoption, so was Tigger.
Anything's possible for a Possible.
“Find, Tigger, FIND!”
I'll be back soon. I love and miss you guys so much you won't believe it. xxooxxoo. Kim Possible.
“One, two and three.” Shego held Kim's hand, guiding her towards the completion of the character she was trying to write. It had been the end of a tiring day. A rope course had been added to the drills Kim had already been given, testing her on her agility and ability to finish the course in a limited amount of time. It was basically a web of rope strung across a clearing south of the marsh course. Lately, Shego had been turning every drill into a game of tag. Speed was the name of the game. Kim had mainly been focusing on strength and balance, so it was a welcome respite when Shego announced the change. Her routine was constantly different now, with Shego as the wildcard in Kim's exercises. The change also made them closer. Though Shego tried her best to keep their interactions just civil, she was too easily drawn into the playful banter that she was accustomed to with Kim. Some times, Kim would throw in blatant innuendoes and wait for Shego to respond to them. Instead of addressing it, most of the time, Shego would try to ignore whatever comment Kim had made. It was too embarassing and tiring to keep checking Kim's words. Besides. It was mainly harmless, right? It was just run-off from their night together and Kim knew not to expect anything. They had come to a good place, the both of them. Shego had grudging admitted to herself that all the trials and tribulations had drawn them closer and made them situational friends. Situational. So they weren't REAL friends.
‘Keep trying to convince yourself,’ Shego's sarcastic inner voice deadpanned. ‘Maybe it'll be true one day.’
“Got that?” Shego asked, letting go of Kim's hand. Calligraphy, was an artform that Shego admired. To her delight, she could see that Kim's writing was beautiful. Long, fluid… just beautiful. Shego had encouraged this skill, and now Kim was assigned several pages of homework every night to hone her craft. The redhead didn't mind at all. The added work only meant that Shego spent more time with her in a slightly more intimate setting than when they were training.
Kim decided to press her luck. “One more time.”
Shego sighed and leaned fully against Kim so that now her front was pressed snugly against Kim's back. “Okay, one more time. I'm gonna be here until you get this, even if you have to stay up til dawn.”
‘God,’ Kim thought in miserable happiness. ‘I'm a perverted old man.’
Where their bodies connected, Kim could feel that slow rumble of Shego's voice, that sensual voice that never seemed to stop sending pleasant tingles down Kim's spine. Making her aware that there was always a part of her that was tuned into Shego. Shego was Kim Possible's greatest enemy, afterall. But now the danger was coupled with a sense of attraction. Kim took great care in keeping her feelings toned down and subtle. She didn't want Shego to shut her out again.
It was so tempting, though. Shego was. So tempting. There was always a… kind of mouth-watering scent that clung to Shego and right now, Kim was going crazy as she sat there with the object of her affections so close to her. The swell of the attractive villain's breasts mashed against her back was distracting. It was so easy to richochet from one emotion to another where Shego was concerned. From burning hatred, to smoldering lust, to a feeling of total dejection. Shego could make her feel like that. Maybe it was because Shego was the only person Kim saw for months on end. But that desire for Shego that had come to life that moment on the night of Fong's wedding, had not died despite Shego's attempts at sabotaging them. In fact, Kim could say that it had grown.
“There. One,” A swath of black ink appeared. The first stroke. “Two.” Another gentle brush of black ink succeeded by a number more.
“Next time we make a trip down Er Mei, we'll get Cho gon-gon to help you with the characters I'm not familiar with.” Shego leaned forward and turned her face towards Kim, who had done the same thing to look at her. They were very close. “Cho gon-gon's calligraphy is awesome.”
Kim leaned forward unconsciously. “Yeah.”
Shego froze as she suddenly realized how close they were. One… two… three… seconds passed. Maybe more. Kim leaned her head to the side a little, mouth parted just a tad in anticipation--
“Getting late, isn't it?” Shego said loudly, breaking the silence and standing up abruptly. Her stretch was exaggerated, and so was her yawn. Kim watched in amusement, noting that Shego's cheeks appeared flushed. Interesting. “Well, goodnight!”
“I thought you were going to keep me up… until dawn?” Kim said mischeviously, the innuendo not lost on Shego. The colour of Shego's reddening face went up a shade, realizing she was losing in the game that she normally was a master at. Shego could not acknowledge the flirting words, could not try to one-up Kim because she knew, just *knew* Kim wouldn't back down. Shego knew that the finale of this interesting tete-a-tete, should Shego choose to continue, would only conclude in a release of the sexual tension it would build up. Something Shego did not want at all.
“Good night--sh--!” Shego hated the fact that her voice was particularly high-pitched as she tripped her way out of Kim's room.
Kim's light laughter reached her ear as she ran away from the room. “Sweet dreams, Shego.”
Shego crossed the tiny distance from Kim's room to her own, quickly closing the door behind her, her heart pounding a mile a minute. If she didn't… she didn't know what she was capable of. Being out of the near vicinity of Kim Possible helped a little bit… but just a little. That bit of her that had awakened in her training now strained against her control, urging her to run down and throw that teasing redhead to the ground and take her--no. Control. It was all about control. Xaio Qing told her it would be hard--but she won't have to deal with it for long. Not for long. But now, she had to solve the question of the frustration the had welled up inside her.
‘Meditation.’ Shego sat in front of her table and lit several sticks of incense. ‘Meditation will help… meditation…’
She closed her eyes and rested her hands on her knees, trying to free her mind of any thoughts and found that she was successful. For a while, anyways. Within a few minutes of relaxing into that state of mind one needed to attain for meditation, one prominent thought decided to worm its way into Shego's mind.
Fong's wedding night, when Shego had thankfully forgotten the asian woman and basked in that intimacy that Kim provided. The feel of her skin, the image of the redhead tossing her head back in ecstasy… the sound of her voice--
“Fuck.” Shego swore to the empty room.
“Tired?” Kim asked the brunette curiously. There were dark circles under Shego's eyes, and Kim could see the other woman's exhaustion no matter how well Shego thought she hid it.
“No.” Shego lied. It was the end of the day, dinner was a simple affair of rice, several vegetable dishes and a meat dish. Shego's pale skin made the circles under her eyes stand out in stark relief.
‘You totally need to stop with the false bravado act. Its getting old.’ Kim thought and cleared her throat. “Fine, then I'm thinking you can continue our lesson from last night?” When Shego opened her mouth to refuse, Kim cut her off before Shego could utter a word. “Unless, of course, you're really tired. Then I understand.”
Shego cursed her pride and Kim Possible and tried not to let her agitation show. “Sure. After the dishes are done.”
“Of course.” Kim smiled innocently and went back to her meal.
Unless you're really tired. Then I understand. I know what you're doing.’ Shego mimed the teenaged heroine's voice in her head, her thoughts were dark as she viciously stabbed at a vegetable with her chopsticks. Her sharp drop in mood wasn't lost on Kim, who watched the grumpy woman thoughtfully for a while before continuing her meal.
Shego hadn't slept the night before. Every attempt at meditating had been met with her imagination's extremely realistic rendering of a very sweaty, very loud and VERY sexy version of Kim Possible. It had driven her crazy. Masturbating had crossed her mind, but she had felt so incredibly mortified at the thought. It was the same as giving up! And she prided herself on being able to find a sexual partner for that kind of need or to do without if there was none in sight. She would do without. Shego remembered a lot of times when she had to do without. like when Drakken decided to build an ice fortress in the middle of nowhere Antartica. Even though she had felt the urge many times before, it had never been this strong… Meditation hadn't been possible, so Shego had done sit-ups, lunges and push-ups the entire night, trying to wear herself down.
“Hey. Are you paying attention?” Kim asked. She was holding out a workbook and pointing to a certain character in the book. Everything was starting to blurr together because of her lack of sleep, and Shego blinked her eyes quickly to try and clear the haze and explained the word to Kim with much slurring. Though Kim wanted to torture Shego a little bit, the redhead didn't want the sleep-deprived woman to suffer that much. For Shego, it was a battle just to keep awake.
‘Didn't she get any sleep last night?’ Kim thought in amusement and decided to keep any questions to herself as she watched Shego doze off. Kim spent a good half-a-candle, which marked two hours, working while Shego slept the entire time. When her hand started cramping up from the rows upon rows of characters she had to write, she put down her brush and looked over at the sleeping Shego.
“Shego?” Kim whispered, a feeling of tenderness welling up inside of her. The woman didn't wake up. Her head was pillowed by her arms on the table. Shego must be exhausted. Kim left her spot to creep over to Shego's side, holding her breath. Leaning in close, she wrapped her arms around Shego from behind, letting out a sigh of contentment. Human contact. Such a simple thing that so many people take for granted. Shego didn't wake up, which wasn't a surprise at all. The girl was dead tired.
‘Might get a stiff neck in the morning if you don't sleep right.’ Keeping an arm around the back of Shego's neck, Kim gently tipped the woman backwards, then quickly hoisted her up into her arms by hooking her other arm underneath Shego's knees. Quickly transferring the comatose girl onto her bed, Kim breathed a sigh of relief when Shego only shifted a bit, muttered in her sleep, and continued sleeping. Rather sneakily, Kim crawled under the covers with Shego after blowing out the candles and snuggled up against Shego. To her delight, the sleeping Shego wrapped her arms around Kim, grumbling sleepily and unaware of her actions. Pressed up against Shego's sweet smelling neck, Kim took a risk and planted a soft kiss underneath Shego's jaw. Today had been a long day and Kim could feel sleep stealing over her. In the safety of Shego's arms, Kim guiltily ran a hand up the back of Shego's shirt, revelling in the feel of smooth, warm skin.
‘Whatever. I'll deal with the repercussions in the morning.’ Kim had only closed her eyes for a few seconds before they shot open again. ‘I *am* a dirty old man!’
The sun peeked through the doors to illuminate the two girls, tangled together, behind gossamer mosquito nets. They had both slept through dawn, well into the morning.
‘What the HELL.’ Was Shego's first thoughts as she woke up and immediately froze when she felt two arms grip her tighter and the wandering hands of both of those arms pressing gently against Shego's back in a bid to keep her there. ‘Okay… okay, chill, Shego. Think… think… WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!’
What was going on was that both girls had fallen asleep in each others’ arms. They had both moved a bit in their sleep, which resulted in the position they were in now: Shego had ended up slightly on top of Kim, one hand curving underneath Kim's shoulder to keep her close to her, the other haphazardly splayed out while her legs were twined together with Kim's. Kim, meanwhile, had ended up slipping both hands under Shego's shirt during the night.
Kim shifted and made a small sound of pleasure, in that happy place between wakefulness and dreamland. And hearing that noise, Shego scrambled away, her blood pounding and face hot as Kim woke up quickly at the sudden hurried movement.
“What… Shego.” Kim sighed and flopped back on the bed. In the morning, with her hair messy and framing her beautiful face, the look of exasperation was so endearing. “Good morning to you too.”
“Good… good morning.” Shego greeted warily. What had happened last night? Did she? Oh god… but they still had their clothes on. So what had happened last night? The last thing she remembered was answering a question for Kim. “What happened last night?”
Kim laughed, the morning making her voice rough. “You fell asleep. I carried you to bed. I fell asleep.” Kim tossed aside the covers. “And since this was my bed, I decided to sleep here too. Do you know you move around a lot at night? I think the entire left side of my body is asleep…”
Shego opened and closed her mouth, no words coming out. She was… speechless. In that time, Kim took her time gathering her day clothes, then proceeded to head towards the bath.
“Make us breakfast, hun?” Kim pecked a kiss on the side of Shego's face and gave a sly pat/squeeze of the green-eyed villain's perky bottom. Kim just made it out the door before Shego exploded.
“WHO DO YOU THINK I AM?! YOUR CONCUBINE?!” Shego bellowed, choosing to resort to the easiest solution to this predicament: anger. She stormed after Kim who was running away as fast as she could from the furious Shego, laughing hysterically. They pounded on the wooden walkways and over a small bridge in the middle of the courtyard, sending a school of carps that had been swimming in the stream directly underneath the bridge, shooting out of their hiding place in fright. “I OUGHTTA KICK YOUR ASS, KIMMIE!!!”
endnote: Took a while for me to update, huh? Well, this is for all of you waiting so patiently. I'd like to give a shoutout to my fans at adultfanfiction dot net. It seems like I just ignore every other website and concentrate on fanfiction dot net. But that's not true. I got much love for you babies up in the AFF! Especially tally_beoulve who gave me a whole page of review. Lol. Thank you.
A note regarding the Chinese used in this fic: Its two dialects. One Cantonese that is used mainly in Hong Kong, which is why some of you won't be able to translate it using a web translator. Cheung, Ting Ting and some times Shego would be the ones using Cantonese. Everybody else including Kim would be using Mandarin which is sorta basically what Mainlanders use. There are a whole buncha different dialects for different areas in China, but that's just getting way too confusing, so I didn't do any of that. And for some of you who have been complaining about not understanding the Chinese… tough. lol. j/k. I'm prolly gonna put notes for you guys end of this series to explain to you.
Thank you y'all for reading!