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The Middleton Pact - Redux	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 41173 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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The Middleton Pact - Redux

Written by fulwiz

Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.

The story is KiAnGo. (And More)

If you find any of the above offensive, please don't read further.

CHAPTER 17: Morning After.

Betty Director looked around the unfamiliar room. It was a pretty typical looking bedroom. Canopy bed, dresser and vanity, but no windows. She sat up and felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. It quickly passed, but she began to wonder just how much she drank the previous evening. Everything after... No. She didn't want to think about that. What she did last night had been completely unlike her. She was now pretty sure it hadn't been a dream.

A sudden wave of nausea came over her. She got out of the bed and ran towards what she hoped was the bathroom. In moments, she was retching over the toilet. Betty prided herself in her ability to hold her liquor. She must have really gone overboard last night, or the drinks were a lot stronger than she thought. It was odd though, she didn't have the headache that usually accompanied her hangovers. As she was washing her mouth out, she heard a tapping on the door.

Anne's voice came from the other side. “Are you OK Dr. Director?”

Betty replied as she grabbed a toothbrush. “Yes. I'll be out in a few minutes.”

Anne's voice came back. “Alright, your bag is in the living room if you need it.”

Betty started brushing her teeth. Her mind kept returning to the scattered bits and pieces she remembered of the previous evening. As she took a quick shower, she pondered what she might have done in the part of the night she didn't remember. She shoved the thoughts firmly to the back of her mind as she dried off. Ten minutes later, she was fully dressed and opening the main door of the windowless apartment.

Outside in the corridor Anne, wearing a white doctors lab coat, was apparently waiting for her.

Anne asked as she came out the door. “Feeling better?”

Betty nodded. “I've had worse hangovers.”

Anne began leading her down the hallway. “Headache?”

“No. That's how I know I've had worse.”

They entered an elevator and, after a short ride, emerged into another corridor.

Anne smiled as she motioned her through a doorway. Inside was not what Betty had been expecting. It was a very complete looking miniature hospital. There were exam and treatment areas, even a small enclosed surgery. All of the equipment seemed to be state of the art and brand new. She turned to Anne with a puzzled look on her face.

Anne gestured to the exam area. “I thought I'd take a look at you just in case. Today's a pretty important day. We wouldn't want you to be less than at your best when you meet with the Council.”

Betty shook her head. “I said I'm fine Dr. Possible. This really isn't necessary.”

Anne sighed and stuck her hands into the pockets of her lab coat. “Please just indulge me?”

Betty could feel her temper flaring. “No. I'm fine. I done with indulging. I did more than enough of that last night!”

Anne's smile disappeared. “About last night...”

Betty shook her head. “I don't want to talk about it. I did things last night that I never...”

Anne stepped up right in her face. Her whole body trembled. The look on her angry frustration on her face made Betty recoil. “You have no idea! Dammit! Now sit down and let me examine you!”

Completely confused by the outburst, Betty stepped back. Something was not right here. Her mind began piecing things together. The debauchery of last night. The doctor meeting her this morning. The concern over her well being. And now this outburst. “Talk to me Doctor. What's going on here?”

Anne closed her eyes and took a couple deep breathes. She stepped back and said. “Cavia Porcellus.”

Betty's Latin was more than a little rusty. She quickly figured it out though. Anger surged through her. “A guinea pig? You used me as some kind of guinea pig? What the fuck did you do to me!?”

Anne shook her head. “Not to you. To us. All of us. Well... Except Shego. She was the control.”

Betty clenched her fists. “Start talking. What the hell did you do?”

Anne gestured to the exam table. “Please sit. I'll explain everything.”

Betty figured she might as well. She needed to know what had been done to her. She sat. “It's some kind of drug?”

Anne nodded. “It's a compound I made using DNAmy's equipment. I got the idea when I found out how the mind control chip inadvertently affected Bonnie. It targets certain specific areas of the brain. It does what the chip did unintentionally. It lowers inhibitions and makes a person more susceptible to suggestion.”

Betty snarled. “It's a damn date rape drug! Why would you even make something like that? Are you all really that sick?”

Anne lowered her head. “That's exactly what Kim said when I first showed it to her. It's why she insisted we all take it. Don't you see? It had to be tested before we use it on the Council. But just using it on you? That would have been wrong. It was in all our drinks during dinner, and after...”

Betty shook her head, disbelieving what she was hearing. “But why?”

Anne began pacing back and forth in the confined space of the medical exam area. “You said it yourself, yesterday. There's a real threat out there. We have to convince the Council of that. We don't have much more than our suspicions to do that with. With this, we can tilt the odds in our favor.”

Betty stared hard at the woman. “So you plan to turn the Council into mind controlled puppets? Make them dance around on your drug induced string?”

Anne stopped and glared at her. “It doesn't work like that! You can resist the effects... If you really want to.”

Betty thought back to what she remembered of the previous night. Could she have stopped? Had she been capable of just saying no? Was it possible that she had done the things she had, because she wanted to? The answer to her questions lay there in her mind. She didn't want to look, but she had to. She knew she could have said no. They gave her every chance to do so even. She looked up at the doctor and found the woman's eyes brimming with tears and understanding.

Anne pulled her hand out of her pocket. In it was clasped a small glass vial. She placed the vial on the exam table next to Betty. “That is all that's left of the drug. We decided it should be your decision whether we use it or not.”

She turned and began walking to the door.

Betty stood and grabbed her by the arm. What she'd just seen on the redhead's face scared her. She pulled her around. When Anne turned to face her, Betty could see the tears that were now streaming down her face. “What..?”

Anne sobbed. “You're lucky, you know? All it really did to you, was help you figure out you were a closet case.”

Betty led her over to a chair and sat her down. “What is it?”

Anne choked on her tears. “Last night made me realize something. Something I never let myself understand before.” She swiped at the tears on her face. “I've been harboring sexual desires for my own daughter.”

Betty thought back once again to the previous nights events. She realized she had simply accepted seeing Kim and Anne together. It was tempting to blame the drug for her easy acceptance of their relationship. But she hadn't know about the drug then. Then it became clear. She had, once again, made an erroneous assumption based on her own biases. She assumed they engaged in incest, simply because they were evil.

Her mind turned it over. Kim and Anne took the same drug they gave her. They did it with the knowledge they could not be sure of it's effects. Effects, that it turned out, had much more devastating consequences for them than it had for her. She glanced over at the, all too innocent looking, vial. They were right, in a way. They did have to win the Council over. Betty still wasn't sure this was the way to do it though.

What Betty was sure of was, they had no chance if Kim was in as bad of shape as her mother currently was. Judging from Anne's reaction, it was a good guess Kim was in the same, or even more likely, worse mental shape right now. Betty needed a solution to this conundrum. Thankfully, she was blessed with a highly analytical mind. She knew a way to fix this. It was quick and dirty, but if it worked, it would set everything straight. If it didn't work, they were screwed. Seeing as, right now, they were already screwed, she decided to take the chance.

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Shego threw open their apartment door, to stop the incessant pounding. Surprise made her take a small step back. A determined looking Betty Director dragged a sobbing Anne past her.

Betty glared at her as she stomped into the apartment. “Where's Kim?”

Shego glanced behind her to the couch where Kim sat crying. She looked back at Betty. “What's going on here?”

Betty growled. “I'm taking care of you three's fuckup. That's what's going on.”

She started dragging Anne towards the couch.

Shego moved in front of her. Her hands lit in green flames. “I don't know what you think you're doing...”

Betty closed in on her. She could feel the heat from the woman's hands. “I said I'm gonna fix this. Now back off!”

Having just spent hours trying to comfort her distraught wife, Shego was at her wits end. The sudden, forceful command shook her. She let her flames die. She whispered. “Don't hurt them.”

Betty let go of Anne and grabbed Kim up off the couch. She marched her over to Anne and stood them face to face. “Look at each other!”

Neither women moved. With their heads bowed, they just stood there, sobbing.

Betty grabbed them and forced then closer. “I said look!”

Their eyes lifted. The volume of their sobs increased.

Betty nodded. “Now kiss each other.”

Horrified looks crossed their faces as they tried to step away from each other. Betty held them firmly in place. “You wanted to play with things you didn't understand. You found out things you thought you didn't want to know. You made me face things I didn't want to know. I've accepted that. If I can deal with finding out I like to play on the other side of the fence, you two can damn well deal with this.”

Betty pushed them closer. “Now dammit! Kiss!”

Shego watched in disbelief as Kim and Anne did as they were told. Tentatively, at first, their lips barely touched. She watched Betty release them. On their own accord, they moved closer together. The kiss became stronger. In moments, it was a thing of pure passion.

Betty stepped over to where Shego stood. “I'm going to get some coffee. I'll let you handle separating them.”

With that she left the apartment. As the door closed behind her she thought about what she'd just done. It was wrong on so many levels, but sometimes you had to do something wrong to make things right. She paused for a moment. Her own thought shook her. As much as she hated to admit it, the thought was correct. She resumed walking toward the cafeteria. Her once black and white world was turning gray.

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It was quiet in the Asian Antiquities wing of the British Museum. Ron, Yori, and Joss stared at a broken and empty display case. Ron was slowly shaking his head, while Yori began walking around the large pedestal.

Ron broke the silence. “Looks like Sensei was right again. Kim really is stealing the idols.”

Joss put her hands on her hips. “I know that there Sensei feller is some powerful wise and all. Just seems to me it's pretty durn odd for cousin Kim to be stealing a bunch of statues.”

Yori squatted down on the other side of the pedestal. She examined the base, as she replied. “It is as we told you. Kim Possible is jealous of Ron's power. She wishes to use the idols to steal it from him. This makes the third one. Only one more exists.”

Ron gave Joss a pitying look. “I know it's hard to believe. But shes not the KP we knew anymore.”

Joss sighed. “I reckon that we better be findin' that last one then. Since she's gone and got three of 'em already.”

Ron nodded. “Sensei doesn't know where it is. Global Justice has one of their best researchers on it. Maybe she'll find a clue.”

Yori glanced around the pedestal. She made sure their neither of them were looking in her direction. From her tunic she surreptitiously extracted a small scrap of parchment. She twisted her lips into a smile and stood, holding the paper up. “Perhaps it is we who have found a clue?”

Ron grinned at his girlfriend, and exclaimed. “Boo-Ya!”

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The two redheads finally came up for air. Anne looked into Kim's eyes and asked. “Kimness?”

Kim blushed. “Momness?”

Anne smiled and nodded.

Shego smirked from her seat on the couch. “Well! Now I know where Pumpkin gets it. I'm gonna make you both signs that say 'hit me over the head with a hammer' to wear.”

Two pair of eyes rolled at Shego's attempt at humor.

Shego got up and walked over to them. She was happy to see they seemed to be coming to terms with what they felt. Hugging them both, she remembered her surprise last night when they had first embraced. Since Anne had explained the drug's effects to her before hand, she knew it was their real feelings. For a moment she considered stopping them. She decided to let things go as they would. Besides, she thought, it was just plain hot.

No thought of the aftermath had crossed her mind. In Shego's opinion, it was worth all the angst. She kissed them both.

For a blissful age, the three women held each other close. None of them felt the need to talk about what happened, or how it came to be. The now was enough. They could feel each other's desire. Their love.

With serious regret, Shego broke the embrace. She pointed to the clock on the wall. “Now that we have that worked out, I think it's time to get back to business.”

Kim looked at it, and gasped. “Already? Barry should be coming back any minute.”

Shego nodded. “Yeah. We need to check with Wade too. Start setting up a meeting room for the Council.”

Anne sighed. “Don't forget, we have to arrange getting those teleporter tracers to them too.”

Kim nodded. “I'll meet with the guy Barry said he was bringing. If he's OK, I'll send him out to deliver the tracers.”

Shego smiled. “Works for me. I'll call Nerdlinger and find out what's what.”

Anne laughed. “I'll go grab Betty, and we'll get the meeting room set up. And depending on what she decides, set up refreshments...”

Kim shook her head. Her mother's allusion to the drug wasn't lost on her. “I know we need to convince the Council, but I almost hope she decides not to use it. She was right you know. We should never have messed with something like that in the first place. Not without knowing the effects first.”

Anne looked at her daughter. “You don't mean..?”

Kim shook her head and smiled. “No. I don't regret it at all. No matter how wrong the world may think it is, it's right for us. She looked at both her wife and mother. All of us.”

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Barry walked with his cousin down a narrow ally. He pulled what looked like a black cloth out of his pocket. “Sorry about all the cloak and dagger, but the bosses are big on secrecy.”

His cousin gave out a deep laugh, as he took the fabric. It was, as he figured, a hood. He slid it over his head. “I understand. Just like when I was in covert ops back in the service.”

Barry checked the hood, then reached in his pocket and pulled out the small black box that was the teleporter tracer. “Ready?”

His cousin nodded and Barry flipped the switch.

Moments later, he was leading his cousin to one of the empty apartments they decided to use for the interview.

Kim heard a knock at the door. She quickly willed her outfit into Battle mode. It still gave her a thrill to wear something so skimpy and revealing. The way she figured it, she wanted to gauge the reaction of the potential recruit to the type of things he would be dealing with. “Come in.”

Berry entered. He was followed by a husky, but muscular, man in a dark brown suit. His head was covered with a black hood. Barry shut the door, as the man reached up and pulled the cloth from his face.

Both Kim and the man gasped at the same time.

“Mr. Barkin!?”

“Possible!?”

Barry chuckled as he took off his gloves. “Why do I get the feeling you two know each other?”

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Shego sat by Wade at one of the consoles in the command center.

Wade read off a printout. “Officer Twill. No known first name.”

Shego looked at the image of the newest Council member on the screen. “Never heard of him.”

Wade grinned. “He's with the Fashion Police. Kim's worked with him before. When she went after the Fashionistas. Him and his partner, officer Tweed.”

Shego heard of the Fashion Police. She, of course, had never worried about having a run in with them. She always stayed in style. “I'll have to ask Kim what he's like. What else you got?”

Wade's fingers flew over his keyboard. “I was checking the British Museum, after the idol there was stolen. I wanted to see if I could find any clue how they did it.” A video appeared on the screen. “I caught this.”

Shego watched as Team Stoppable arrived and began checking out the area. “Hold it. Run that back a bit... Zoom in on the ninja's hand... Sneaky little bitch! Can you enhance..?”

She laughed, as the already enhanced image of the paper Yori was holding, appeared on the screen. “Gotta say, you're good there Nerdlinger. Any idea what it is?”

Wade shrugged. “Working on it. Could be a map of some kind.”

Shego stared at the screen. “Yeah. I just bet it is.”
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