“All right, people!” said the wedding director, mopping his brow. He had recovered from his nervous breakdown, caused by the fact that the wedding rehearsal had been broken up by an attack of combat robots. He just hoped that the old theater superstition that a bad rehearsal meant nothing would go wrong on opening night; if that was true, this wedding would go flawless. “It’s magic time!” he said.
“Oh, I’m so excited!” said Nana Possible. She was sitting on the side of the church usually reserved for the groom’s guests, so she could sit next to her good friend Mrs. Lipsky. “Little Kimberly Ann’s wedding.”
“You must be so proud.” said Mrs. Lipsky. “I just wish I knew what happened to little Drew.”
“I’m sure he’s fine.” assured Nana Possible. “It’s a good thing for him he wasn’t there when Kimberly Ann and Shego showed up at Prison 13… I understand they were quite upset.”
“I don’t blame them.” said Mrs. Lipsky. “Interrupting a wedding rehearsal… Really, I tried my best to teach my little Drew some manners.”
Rufus dashed into the church, over to the organ. “Hit it!” he squeaked to the organ player. The organ player grinned and begin playing the chosen music.
The doors opened. Ron and Monique, dressed in formal black outfits, walked in. Each was wearing a white harness, holding one of Kim and Shego’s twin daughters. For once, Kasy was actually wearing a dress; a bright green, lacy dress. As Monique picked up a handful of pink flower petals and scattered them to the side, Kasy reached in and tossed a handful of her own. Ron walked with all the stately grace he could muster while carrying a black velvet pillow carefully out of an inquisitive Sheki’s reach. Sheki was wearing a green dress that exactly matched her sister’s, and both girls had their hair braided into cute little pig-tails.
Following them was Shego and Kim, wearing the outfits Monique had designed for them.
Kim was dressed in a pale pink dress, with a thin pink veil draped over her face. The dress was slanted, leaving Kim’s left shoulder bare while covering Kim’s right shoulder with a puffy sleeve. The dress itself clung to Kim’s body, without any additional frills, and extended down to her knees. The bottom hem of the dress was also cut on a bias; while the skirt only came to Kim’s right knee, the skirt extended past her ankle on Kim’s left side. If it wasn’t for the platform/high healed pink shoes Kim was wearing, she would have worried about stepping on the skirt.
Shego’s outfit was a mirror image of Kim’s, except in pale green. Shego’s right arm was exposed, with a short puffy sleeve covering part of Shego’s left arm and her shoulder. Just as at the rehearsal, Shego was wearing a pair of green flat shoes, with no heels.
Shego carried a bouquet of pale pink roses, the exact same shade as Kim’s dress. Kim carried a set of pale green colored roses, which Wade had managed to locate after an online search of flower nurseries.
Behind Kim and Shego walked Kim’s parents, proudly. The solemn progress of their march was a little marred by the sound of sniffling. Kim could hear, faintly, the sound of her parents talking.
“Shhh, honey, don’t cry…”
“I’m sorry… it’s just I always cry at weddings… and now our little Kimmie-Cub is getting married…”
“There there.” said Mrs. Dr. Possible. “You don’t want to ruin our little Kim-kim’s wedding. Just think of something else, like rockets taking off.”
“Ok, dear.” said Dr. Possible, dabbing at his eyes with a handkerchief.
As the group moved to the alter, pop sensation Britina began to sing.
Verse 1:
We’ve fought from the day we met,
Archenemies, we were a set
I thought you and I could never be,
What I wanted, family.
I loved you, you loved me,
And fighting made us free,
But then this is what we got,
These two kids are quite a lot.
Chorus:
Who could know? Who could see?
That this is what would be.
Two and two would make us one,
That we’d be wed before we’re done.
Verse 2:
When each other, blows we dealt
We were really fighting how and what we felt
It wasn’t heroics, it wasn’t greed.
It was to see you was the need.
But now there’s more then just us two,
We’re going to be a family through and through.
You need me, I need you,
And we will say ‘I do’…
Dr. Director and Mego watched from the front of the church. As Monique and Ron reached the alter, they turned… Monique stepped next to Dr. Director, while Ron stood next to Mego.
Rufus, dressed in a miniature tuxedo, scampered over from the piano to stand next to the priest officiating the ceremony.
“Dearly beloved…” he began. “We are gathered here today, to unite these two loving women today in…”
“You don’t understand! My daugh… someone I care about is getting married in there!” snarled Mr. Down.
“I’m sorry, sir.” said Will Dhu. He and several other Global Justice agents were stationed at the entrance of the church, to make sure that no one intruded on the wedding. “You’re not on the invited list.”
“Do you know who I am?” snapped Mr. Down. “I’m the mayor of Go City!”
“I know who you are.” said Will Dhu. “And to be precise, you are on the specifically NOT invited list.”
“But… but…” spluttered Mr. Down.
“Sir, I suggest you return to Go City before you cause a disturbance, for your own safety.” said Will Dhu.
“Are you threatening me?” demanded Mr. Down.
“No, sir.” said Agent Dhu. “However, you might consider that both Shego and Kim are very volatile women who would NOT appreciate anything ruining their special day.”
Kim and Shego handed their bouquets to Dr. Director and Mego respectively. Then, Kim and Shego turned as one and took the gold rings from the black satin pillow, carefully breaking the thin black threads that had held the rings in place. Kim took her ring and slid it onto the ring finger of Shego’s left hand. “I, Kimberly Ann Possible, take you, Shego, to be my lawfully wedded wife… to love and to cherish, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, through sickness and in health, all the days of my life.”.
Shego took her ring and slid it onto Kim’s left ring finger, the ornate gold band pressing against the diamond, emerald, and ruby engagement ring she had given Kim. “And I, Shego, take you, Kimberly Ann Possible, to be my lawfully wedded wife… to love and to cherish, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, through sickness and in health, all the days of my life.” Shego leaned close to Kim, so that the next words she spoke would be unheard by the rest of the congregation. “Just as long as you don’t give me any more colds.”
The priest smiled. “It is now my great honor and pleasure to present to you, the new Mrs. And Mrs. Possible. You may now kiss your bride.”
“Kiss!” chattered Rufus from where he had scrambled up on the alter.
Shego reached out, cradling Kim’s face in her hands, and brought her lips forward to kiss Kimmy, delighting in the sweetness of the slightly younger woman’s mouth. Kim melted against Shego, plastering her body against Shego, and wrapped her arms around the new Shego Possible.
“Oh, James.” whispered Mrs. Dr. Possible. “At last, I have another daughter.”
The audience rose, applauding. But for Kim and Shego, for this moment, it seemed that the world consisted of only the two of them… and it was enough.
Finally, they broke apart and turned to face the crowd. Shego was to Kim’s left, and Kim was to Shego’s right. As they walked down the aisle, Monique and Ron followed them, carrying the twins. Monique smiled at seeing the two standing together, their dresses meshing just the way she had planned. “Perfect.” Monique whispered.
The reception party was going well. Hego was busy sulking at a corner table with the Wegos, while Mego was in fine form, regaling the wedding guests with tales of Shego as a young child, alternating with Dr. Possible’s memories of raising Kim. Both men had been careful to only choose the most non-embarrassing, yet amusing, anecdotes.
Kim and Shego were talking to Monique in a small room off stage.
“Come on, spill.” said Kim. “You kept saying there was something special about our outfits.”
“While I like the colors, I don’t really see anything that neat about them.” said Shego.
Monique smiled. “Ok, ok, I’ll show you… here, come over to this mirror.”
Monique led the now married couple over to a large mirror, and posed them carefully just as they had been standing, after the long kiss and they had turned to the exit. “Now, press close against each other, and look in the mirror.”
“Ok, ok…” said Shego. In her mind, any reason to get close to Kim was a good reason. “But I still don’t… oh, my…”
Kim just nodded, in shock. Pressed against Shego, it was obvious now. The two, slanted dresses, pressed against each other, took the form of a heart; one half pale green, the other pale pink.
“I just thought they were the perfect outfits… showing how you two truly are one.” said Monique, softly.
“Monique, this is…” started Kim, then shook her head. “Words fail me.” she admitted.
“Beautiful. Just… beautiful.” said Shego. She stepped away from Kim, then hugged Monique. “Thank you. If you ever need anything… bank robbed, high-tech lab burgled, anything… just say the word.”
“Shego!” said Kim, laughing. “Seriously, Monique. If you ever need anything, call us. We’ll be there for you.”
“Thanks, girlfriends.” said Monique. She smiled. “I’m glad you loved the dresses. And I promise, if I ever need anything, you two will be the first ones I call.”
The reception was in full swing. Mego and Dr. Possible had finished their speeches, and now it was time for traditions.
Kim held up the bouquet, her pale-green colored flowers mixed with Shego’s pale pink, and scanned the floor where the unwed women had gathered. She glanced contemplatively at Dr. Director, but when she threw the bouquet, the woman that the girl who could do anything was aiming for was Monique.
Shego smiled. “Sentimental slob.” she murmured under her breath, too softly for anyone to hear. Shego moved next to Kim, as Kim sat down on a chair. Shego knelt down, sliding her hands up Kim’s legs. Shego deliberately let her hands reach up further then they needed to, making Kim squirm just a little, then gently pulled the pink garter off of Kim’s legs.
Shego stood, holding up the elastic pink ring, and contemplated the unwed men gathered together. Using just a touch of kinetic plasma power, she shot the ring out… straight at the naked mole rat, perched on Ron’s shoulder.
“Hey!” squeaked Rufus, as the garter rebounded off his tuxedoed chest. Ron, startled, grabbed the garter before it could hit the ground, then looked up as the crowd applauded. Monique, smiling, looked at him and sat down, then raised a leg provocatively.
“Well?” Monique said. “If you think I’m going to let Rufus put that on me, you’re out of your mind.”
Ron gulped nervously and knelt by Monique. His hands slid over Monique’s soft skin, positioning the garter in mid thigh. Monique tried to hide a shiver of arousal at the feel of Ron’s long, tapered fingers on her body, and hoped that the tradition of the two to catch the garter and bouquet being the next to wed was true.
“To my sister, on behalf of all of Team Go… your old Go-Communicator, restored to full function.” said Mego. He cleared his throat. “We understood you’ve moved on, Shego. But the Wegos and I… shucks, even Hego… want you to know you can call on us, if you need us. Promise. Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.”
Shego smiled. “Thanks, Mego.”. She reached over and, much to Mego’s shock, hugged him.
Dr. Possible stood. “Kimmy, Shego… This next gift is from a lot of us here, but it was a bit too big to wrap. If you’ll just follow me…”
Kim and Shego, puzzled, followed Dr. Possible out of the Hotel party room. Several of the guests, smiling in anticipation, followed.
Parked in the front of the hotel was a swept wing aircraft, about the size of a private passenger aircraft. The nose cone was painted a bright pink, with the body matte white. Green flames were painted over the edges of the wings and the back of the plane, and on the plane’s twin vertical tail fins were painted a jet black ‘KPS’ logo, with the P in between larger then the two surrounding letters.
A door in the front of the plane opened up and, much to Kim’s surprise, out stepped Wade Load, dressed in a black suit. “Hi, Kim… sorry I missed the wedding, but I was busy making last minute adjustments to your present.”
“Wade! And you’re actually out of your room!” said Kim. She, like her parents, knew of Wade’s agoraphobia… his intense fear that kept him, except for only the most pressing of reasons, from ever leaving the safety of his home.
“Couldn’t miss your wedding.” said Wade, smiling. “I present to you two… the Kimminator, mark one.”
“Kimminator?” said Shego, raising an eyebrow.
“Tim and Jim named it.” said Wade.
“Boo-shaw!” said the two tweebs, standing nearby.
“Just in case you go back to the world saving game, Kimmy.” said Dr. Possible. “The Kimminator Mark One is outfitted with the latest stealth, chameleonic, and non-lethal weapon systems we could get for it. In addition, your Mom made sure its automated med bay was equipped with everything she could think of to handle an emergency.”
Kim and Shego climbed on board. Inside, the aircraft was outfitted in thick white carpeting, with the curved walls and ceiling painted a light green.
“Welcome aboard” a pleasant, androgynamous voice said.
“Who’s that?” said Shego.
“Ah, Mrs. Shego Possible.” the voice said. “I am KiGo, the Komputer-Integrated Governing Operating system. I was created by Dr. Freeman to serve as an autopilot for the Kimminator mark one and to assist you and Mrs. Kim Possible in any way possible.”
“I do my own flying.” said Shego.
“It was my impression that you and Mrs. Kim Possible were preparing to begin your honeymoon.” said KiGo. “You will find the rear cabin fully prepared for you. However, if you would rather spend the first hour or so of your honeymoon piloting, I quite understand.”
Kim blinked. “Dad, this is… too much.”
“No, Kimmy.” said Dr. Possible, smiling at her pleased expression. “I think it’s just enough.”
Ok, hope you enjoyed the final chapter of ‘Wedding Bell Greens’. If/when I write another story, I plan to involve the Kimminator mark 1. Let me know what you think of the idea.