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Restitution's A (Green) Bitch	By : Posted4You Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Kim/Shego Views: 9748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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TITLE: Restitution’s A (Green) Bitch
AUTHOR: Posted4You
DISCLAIMER: Disney Owns all the characters from the Kim possible show, and I’ve got $17.33 in my piggy bank, so if you think I’m doing this for profit…psheh, right.
NOTE: Anne Sara Possible (nee Bellum) is “borrowed” from either Colonel Kink, The Beerman, or Tempest Stormfury. I can’t remember at this time who came up with (discovered) the Possible lineage.

Chapter 1: Open The Pod Bay Doors, Shego

The early evening was quiet, warm, with just a hint of a breeze. Shego glanced around, noticing that the leaves in her concealment tree were just barely quivering, Then she took another look at the quiet suburban neighborhood. Still no cars, no pedestrians…just one really annoying cricket at the base of the tree she was couched in.

She dropped to the ground, resisting the temptation to inflict plasma-fire-induced harm to the defenseless bug. Houseflies and hand grenades; Shego snorted in amusement. Oh well, on with it. She cut a lone figure, dressed in black and green, as she gracefully strode out from the surrounding shadows, standing for a moment, as if to adjust to the loss of concealment.

With a quick shake of her head, Shego crossed the street and, un-natural for her nature, walked straight up the sidewalk to the front door of her targeted house. There was no hesitation as she rang the doorbell.

The Fates, however, do enjoy their sense of drama, for just as the front porch light was turned on, it burnt out with a brilliant flash. The front door opened nonetheless, and a slightly confused Mrs. Possible stood framed in the doorway, blinking into the darkness.

Shego couldn't help but notice that the gods of Irony were in on the action as well; the shower scene from Psycho was playing in the background. She thought to herself, "Next time I'm checking the TV listings before I drop in on these people."

“Anne Sara Possible,” the green and black clad shadow in shadows began. “My name is Shego. I am one of your daughter’s arch nemessii.” The so-called villainess shifted into the light spilling from the foyer. “And I have come to talk…with your daughter.”

Oh yeah, Irony in spades. The shower curtain was just pulled back.

Anne Possible, brilliant neurosurgeon herself, wife of a rocket scientist, mother of twin geniuses and a world-famous crimefighting daughter, couldn’t help but gasp and take a startled step back. Her brilliant blue eyes widened slightly…then narrowed once again in confusion as she took in the cool demeanor of her unexpected visitor.

Shego deliberately leaned against the doorway, arms folded across her chest, face impassive. Her entire being giving off wave after wave of trust (must be a ninja thing, Anne mused), completely open and at ease with the situation.

If the door slammed in her face, Shego knew she’d try again in a couple of days. If that failed, she’d use the telephone. If she was stonewalled there, she swore to herself, she’d amp it up a little to a full-blown home invasion through and open window or…

“I do remember you,” Anne hesitantly began. “That time I substituted as my daughters side-kick. I remember thinking how odd it was that you had tied us up with so much rope, yet you left our hands relatively free. Almost as though you wanted us to get free as fast as possible.”

Shego grinned slightly, adjusting her weight just a touch. “Oh yeah,” she thought to herself. “She’s a sharp one.”

Breathing deeply, Anne came to a decision.

“Please come in Shego. Kim will be home in a few minutes and it probably wouldn’t be in your best interest…or hers, for that matter, to be found on a darkened porch.”

As Shego entered the Possible residence, Ann called up the stairs. “Jim! Tim? The porch light is out…”

“We didn’t do it!” Came the twin cries.

As Shego snickered slightly, Anne continued. “I know, boys. Just change the bulb for me, will you? We have a guest.”

“Okay mom!” And with that, two bundles of raw energy in the form of ten-year-old twins launched themselves from whatever task they were working on (homework, in this case), eager to tackle a simple job and hopefully make it more complex.

“We really should get that telescoping ladder we started out of the garage!” Jim enthused.

“Nah, we only have a couple more bugs to work out of the helium back-packs. We should use them,” Tim countered.

“Ceiling factor…for both cases. How about…”

Even a half-glance from the hallway was enough to transform that wonderful energy that children possess into near-absolute astonishment. Wide-eyed and open-mouthed, Jim and Tim watched as their mother offered the enemy of their sister, indeed, most of the free world…a cup of tea.

“Hicka-bicka-boo?” Jim quietly asked his sibling.

“Hoo-sha…” Tim replied, equally stunned.

Shego glanced in their direction, her attention attracted to the sudden cessation of noise. The look on their faces was priceless. She couldn’t resist.

Plasma fire flared from her hands, she struck a posture known the world over as "I'm the bad-ass" as Shego prepared to strike. And strike she did...with a low-level pair of glowing fireballs that enveloped Jim and Tim in a discharge of kinetic energy that left the twins with frizzed hair and an adrenaline rush they soon wouldn't forget.

"COOL!" Both boys chorused in unison.

Shego stuck her tongue out at them, smiling mischievously.

The twins couldn’t show any fear even if they felt it; euphoric confusion reigned supreme.

As Anne felt her heart slip back down her throat, she found herself re-appraising Shego...but she needed more time.

“Boys! The stepladder is in the garage, spare bulbs are in the hall closet. Hop to it.” Anne passed a steaming cup of tea over to Shego. “I’m sorry about that. We don’t usually have,” Anne’s mouth quirked in amusement, “evil henchwomen paying social calls.”

“Please! Hench-work is SO beneath me. I’m a full-fledged side-kick, with all the benefits and delegatory responsibilities that come with the position.” A dark cloud slowly settled over Shego’s face. “Although, it’s quite frequent that Drew forgets that fact.”

Shego frowned slightly and blew on her tea as it began to boil in her cup.

“So he really wasn’t hitting on me when he asked if I was Kim’s older sister?”

“As your daughter said, he has a problem with side-kicks.” Shego sighed deeply, breathing in the scent of her tea. “I’ve got to admit, sometimes I feel sorry for Stoppable. It must be extremely vexing for him to seem to be so forgettable.” She stared over the rim of her cup, halfway lost in thought. “Especially for a guy with such a cute butt.”

“Boo-yah…” Anne quietly murmured, echoing one of Ron’s favorite phrases. Her eyes shot open suddenly as she realized that she had inadvertently spoken aloud. And when she realized that Shego was openly grinning at her, one eyebrow cocked in surprise…

“Uh…would you like some…” Anne cleared her throat. “Would you care for some lemon juice? In the fridge? For your tea? Or some milk, to cool it down? I could…”

“Relax, Mrs. P. I may be evil, but I will promise you that I won’t tell Ron that you’re crushing on him.”

“Crush…!?” Anne squawked. “I’m not…I…”

Shego’s laughter, light and surprisingly musical, very shortly had Dr. Possible chuckling along in slightly embarrassed amusement.

“Please, Shego, call me Anne. I think it can officially be said that we’re beyond the formalities of titles at this point.”

“Thanks Anne. I appreciate that. And since we’re opening up a bit…is it true that your last name used to be Bellum? Anne Sara Bellum?”

“Yes! I know that it’s ironic that I chose to become a brain surgeon with a name like that,” Anne enthused. “Of course, the teasing stopped when I married James, but…”

“Oh, I know the feeling. I have an older brother named Hego! Hego and Shego! It’s like we’re living in a bad cartoon or something…”

The front door burst open, closing with a solid “thump!”

“Mom? What’s up with the tweebs? They’re acting weirder than usual…”

Kim Possible stood in the doorway leading to the kitchen, her eyebrows attempting to mingle with her hairline, eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets, her chin…oy! A person’s chin should never get that far away from the rest of their face. As it was, Kim was risking a dislocated jaw.

“Hey Princess. Long time no see.”

Kim’s rage, yes…rage, flared up as suddenly as Shego’s ability to summon the plasma fire from her hands. Fury. Forget anger. That was skipped as inconsequential as the sight of Shego’s face brought to the surface so many emotions and memories from three weeks ago.

And the thoughts whirling in her mind; they hardly could be recognized as her own, so out of place for her character. “That Bitch! She has some nerve coming to MY home, tricking MY Mother with her lies, drinking MY tea from MY cup, with that smug, self-centered grin on her face…”

Oh yeah. She was working herself into a nice little state of crazy.

Kim stepped forward into the kitchen, fully intending to integrate Shego’s nose cartilage with her brain matter…then collapsed face-first as she passed out.

“And that would be tripping the circuit breaker,” Anne diagnosed as she rushed to her child’s side, making sure that nothing was broken.

While Kim’s reaction was indeed surprising, neither Anne nor Shego were really startled by it. Anne could tell that a turning point of some kind had been reached some three or four weeks ago. The brooding, the quiet introspection, the increase in workouts at the gym… Oh sure, Kim put on a cheery smile and a seemingly “No big” attitude when asked about her day, but a Mother knew.

A Mother always knows.

As for Shego? She knew this type of day would come from watching Kim’s fighting style change over the last few weeks. From cheeky and confident hand-to-hand combat, to near-stupid attacks involving any bit of scrap that could be used as a tool for delivering a wicked load of blunt-force trauma upside Shego’s head.

“I see she still hasn’t talked about it,” Shego remarked calmly. “I mean, I should admit to you right now that I knew she hadn’t told anyone.” She made her way to the sink and moistened one of the hand towels hanging on their little rack. “Not that I’m surprised.”

“What happened?” Ann accepted the cool towel, pressing it behind her daughter’s neck. As she waited for Shego to answer, she began massaging Kim’s right cheek; the one that took the direct hit from the linoleum, attempting to stave off any bruising.

Shego picked up her tea again, staring into anything but Anne’s eyes.

“Let’s just say that I heard a rumor and checked up on it. I found Kim in a situation that was out of her control, I kicked a couple of butts, I saved her butt.” Shego’s eyes snapped open in annoyance as the tea in her cup started boiling again. “At least, I thought I was saving her butt. As it was, the rumor was more innuendo and supposition than fact, so I was…” She cleared her throat. “I made a mistake. I messed up a meeting that had taken Kim weeks to set up.”

"Yeah," Shego thought to herself. "That sounds about right. Enough of the truth to be the truth without actually telling the truth..." She sighed.

"It's...actually more complicated than that, but..." She looked over at Anne, still on the floor, cradling the now-conscious and still furious Kim Possible. "But it's something that Kimmy and I need to talk about. Probably someplace where property values won't decline if our "conversation" gets...animated.”

To Be Continued.
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