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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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   Monique grunted with the effort of lifting the overloaded clothesbasket up on top of the dryer so she could start dumping the contents into the adjacent washer.
   “Damnit Derek, could you be any more of a jackass?” Monique growled angrily as she tried to endure the stink radiating from the huge fermented pile of weeks-old dirty clothing and sweat saturated, mud encrusted sports uniforms and gym clothes. It was obvious her brother had been letting the pile build up on purpose just so he could dump the responsibility of washing the clothes on her this weekend while mom and dad took him camping with his friends—he must have skipped at least two wash days for sure, maybe even three to get it this big.
   “Oh jeez,” Monique said with fresh aggravation as she pulled out a clump of soccer uniforms that were stuck together in one big mass. After smashing the clothing clot against the top of the washer a few times, Monique began to pry it apart while muttering; “Ewww! Ewww! Ewww!” in disgust.
   Oh yes, Monique was definitely not a happy camper this morning, unlike her brother. First she had been woken up at the crack of dawn by the noise her father and brother made loading up the minivan and hunting down every last-minute addition they thought of that needed to be found and added to the supplies, and despite trying to sleep through it she had little success, unlike her mom. Then she found out at breakfast that her aunt really was going to be coming over after supper to check up on her, as if she were still a little kid or something. Just after breakfast she was informed that her mom expected her to deal with all the normal chores over the weekend, and she had spent the next two hours scrambling like a madwoman to clean and vacuum every room in the house before Kim arrived, since she’d have no time for it tomorrow with the huge load of homework she had to do. The final nail in the coffin had been going into Derek’s room and discovering the gigantic heap of dirty clothes he had left on the floor of his closet for her, complete with a “cherry on top” in the form of a note that said “good luck sis” with a text-message raspberry drawn under it.
   Monique sighed as she cracked the last pair of shirts apart and crushed them down into the clothes already in the washer. At least there was one silver lining to the cloud this day was turning out to be; when she called Ron after her parents left he had been home—dead tired from staying up all night playing Resident Evil: Outbreak with Felix, but home. That meant that unless something had come up in the last couple of hours Kim should still be coming over this morning.
   Speak of the devil… Monique thought as she heard someone come into the house upstairs and call out what she thought was her name. It sounded like Kim from down here, but then why hadn’t she heard her motorcycle when she arrived? Maybe she’d parked it in the street…
   “I’m down here Kim, just gimme a sec’ and I’ll be right up. Trust me, you do not want to come down here right now girlfriend…” Monique bellowed up to Kim before growling as she pushed one last pair of stinky shorts into the nearly overloaded washer.
   Looking over at the clothesbasket, Monique sighed as she realized it would take at least two more loads to finish off its disgusting contents. Turning the washer on, she added an extra large measure of detergent to the mix and, for just a second, was sorely tempted to “accidentally” drop a couple of cups of bleach in as well. After a moment she closed the lid instead—despite how much Derek deserved it, she knew that the satisfaction wouldn’t be worth the price she’d have to pay over the act, one way or another. But oh how she wanted to do it so very much…
   “Monique?” Kim’s voice came from the top of the stairs, barely made out over the sound of the washer.
   “Just a minute Kim, be right up…” Monique shouted as she quickly washed her hands in the adjacent sink, her nose crinkling over the need to do so at all from just loading clothes into the washer.
   “ ‘K,” Kim answered.
   Fleeing the basement and its odious contents, Monique bounded up the steps two at a time, bouncing out into the kitchen and looking around when she didn’t find Kim waiting for her like she expected. Hearing something out front, Monique headed into the living room and finally found her friend standing with her back to her, looking out the bay window.
   Hmmm… “Biker” today I see… Monique thought as she saw Kim had her hair done up in cornrows that continued into dozens of slender braids at the back, each capped by a shell bead, and was wearing loose, well-worn jeans and a tight, midriff-baring boi-beater T-shirt, accessorized with a leather belt and chained wallet, exposed-cap steel-toed boots, and a pair of three-inch studded leather wristbands, all of them black with the metal polished to a mirror-bright shine.
   As Kim turned around at the sound of her friend’s entrance, Monique realized why there had been a little voice in her head saying that something was wrong with the picture in front of her.
   “Damn girlfriend, you look like crap!” The words were out of her mouth before she could help it, but it was true; Kim did look like crap. Her hair was as disheveled as the style allowed and her clothes were dirty—some spots looked like bloodstains—ripped here and there, and appeared to have been slept in. Mottled greenish-yellow bruise patterns ran over her shoulders and down her outer arms, her fingers and knuckles were scratched and cut up as well as being bruised, her eyes were slightly bloodshot, and her face appeared tired and had a slightly… haunted? look to it.
   “Gee thanks,” Kim said dryly, one eyebrow raised.
   “Sorry, but, y’know, it’s true. Wha’did’ya skip work last night and go on a bender or something?” Monique joked—at least, she thought she was joking…
   “Hunh? No, just some trouble that came up I had to deal with. Look Monique, I tried to call you a few times this morning but there was no answer, so I came over just to let you know that I’m not going to be able do anything today, ok? I’m sorry but I really can’t, I’m just not up for it right now.”
   “You sure Kim? I mean, you look like someone who could use some relaxation right about now. Or maybe you’d like to talk about stuff or something?”
   “No, I…” Kim hesitated for a short moment, and then continued, “No. I just need to get some more sleep Monique… and work this out in my head on my own, ok?”
   “Look Kim, to tell the truth, I didn’t invite you over today just to watch movies and hang out. I wanted to talk to you about other things…”
   “What do you mean, ‘other things’?” Kim said suspiciously, sensing something in Monique’s tone.
   “I mean; I want to know what’s going on with you Kim. All these changes with you over the last few months? The hair, the clothes, the attitude? It’s like you’re a different person half the time, and we just want to know why, because frankly, you haven’t said word one about any of it on your end, just evade and avoid, y’dig? We’re worried about you Kim, and with you not saying anything it’s just making it worse for us.”
   “Oh Jesus Monique, you sound like my mom. I’m fine; I’m just trying some stuff out, ok? And who the hell is ‘we’ exactly?”
   “ ‘We’ is pretty much everyone who knows you Kim. All your friends. Me, Ron, Wade, we’re all worried about you, and we just want to understand what’s going on. Please, can we just talk about it?”
   “I— it’s just— no. I’m sorry Mo, but there’s nothing to talk about, really. Look, I’ve gotta go, ok?” Kim said, turning and heading for the front door.
   “No, it’s not ok Kim.” Monique said, hardening her heart for what she had to do next, not wanting to, but knowing there was no other way now. Darting after Kim she reached out and caught the other girl’s shoulder, turning Kim back towards her.
   “Look, I’m not going to tell you what you have to do; it’s your life and you can live it however you want to, but, I also don’t have to stand around and watch what’s happening while you refuse to tell anyone what’s going on. I’d like to think I’m your best girlfriend Kim, and I can’t stand seeing what’s going on with you without being able to help you with it, or if I can’t do that, then at least to know why it’s happening. I care about you Kim, but I won’t let you hold me off anymore; it’s not fair that everyone has to deal with whatever’s going on with you on your terms only; friendship has to work both ways!”
   “Fair! What the hell do you know about fair? I’m the one that’s dealing with all this crap! I’m the one that’s expected to be the good little girl all the time, and save the damn world in my spare time too! How the hell can you possibly understand what I’m going through?” Kim shouted at Monique angrily.
   “Don’t give me that bullshit Kim,” Monique responded, her eyes flashing with the anger rising in her as well. “Everyone thinks their own problems are worse than anyone else’s, but they usually aren’t. I might not be in the same position you’re in, but I can understand it. And if your problems really are worse, how the hell are we supposed to help you with them if you won’t tell us anything about what’s going on?”
   “Look Kim,” Monique said, struggling to calm her tone, “I don’t want to fight with you. I just want to help. But if you won’t let me, I know there’s no way I can make you—you just can’t help someone who doesn’t want help. But like I said, I don’t have to stand around and be forced to watch what’s going on while worry tears me up inside just because you won’t let me in either.”
   “What do you mean Monique?” Kim said, her tone shifting to concern as her anger drained away and was replaced by threads of anxiety.
   “I mean that if you walk out now instead of talking to me then we’re done. I’ll always be your friend Kim, and if you ever do finally decide you want to talk to me I’ll be there for you in a heartbeat, but I won’t be hurt just because you only want to deal on your own terms; it’s not fair to me. Please Kim, just talk to me.” Monique begged, desperate not to have to follow through on her promise.
   “I… you’d really? Why Mo? Why can’t you just leave it alone? It’s… they’re my problems. It’s just… it’s just so complicated. So… messed up. So totally beyond the drama. I can’t… it’s too much to… please Mo, I can’t, I just… can’t.” Kim said, conflicted emotions playing over her face in an anguished display.
   “Yes you can Kim, you can. I know you can, even if it seems to you that you can’t.” Monique said with a calming tone of reassurance and concern, taking Kim by the shoulders and looking her square in the eye. “Please Kim, talk to me. Does it have something to do with your internship or is it something else? Tell me what’s got you so messed up you feel you can’t talk to anyone about it. Please?”
   “I… yes. I mean… no. I mean it’s not… it’s…” Kim trailed off, obviously torn between still wanting to leave so she could avoid talking about her problems and the need to have someone to talk to about them—as well as fear that Monique meant what she said earlier.
   “Ok, that’s good, that’s good. See, you can do this. Now, is it the job? Is it too much pressure for you on top of everything else, or is it something else there? I don’t know exactly what it is they do, but are they doing anything you’re having trouble dealing with? I know big corporations can get away with some pretty shady stuff and still have it be legal. Did you find out something they’re involved with or something?”
   Kim gave a short, derisive laugh before replying; “Something they’re doing? Honestly Monique I probably know about as much as you do about whatever it is they do. And pressure?” Kim snorted. “No, not the way you mean…”
   “Well then, if it’s not that is it the woman you’re working for? Corscan, I think you called her? Is she mean or something? Treating you like a gofer instead of helping you learn anything or get work experience like she’s supposed to?”
   “What? No, no, she’s not… mean, not really. And she’s… she’s definitely teaching me… things…”
   “But it is something with her, isn’t it?” Monique demanded firmly, taking note of the peculiar tone Kim used with her last answer.
   “I… I really don’t want to… I can’t… say… please Monique; can’t you just let it go?”
   “Kim, I want to know. I want to help. Tell me what’s going on, please? You know you can tell me anything; tell me this…”
   “Anything?” Kim’s eyes glistened and her voice dropped to a bare whisper, each word coming with a timid, questioning hesitation Monique could scarcely believe. “Even… even that we’re… sleeping together?”
   “You’re what? You don’t mean… You can’t mean…” Monique shouted, her eyes going wide with shock, so totally surprised that she was blurting out loud the short-circuit her mind seemed to be experiencing trying to process what Kim had just told her. Unfortunately, Kim completely misinterpreted her shocked response as something else entirely.
   “Yes, sleeping together god damnit!” Kim shouted back, anger and hurt filling her eyes as she started to cry. “Engaging in sexual relations! Fucking each other senseless! Are you fucking happy now? Now you know the big fucking secret; Kim Possible’s a fucking dyke! Go out and tell the fucking world why don’t you?”
   Kim shrugged off Monique’s hands and spun around, sobbing, stumbling towards the front door and escape from the friend she thought had hurt her so.
   Hmmm… y’know, I really did think it’d be Bonnie that made her snap, not me… the random thought flitted through Monique’s head an instant before she sprang forward, chasing after Kim and latching onto her arm, literally dragging the other girl to a halt.
   “No, wait Kim! I didn’t mean anything by that! I just… it was shock, ok? You blew my mind, literally! Come on, you know I wouldn’t hurt you like that, right? You know I wouldn’t! Please Kim, stop! Please!”
   Kim half turned back to Monique and hiccupped; “R-really? You’re not… you don’t?”
   “No, no, of course not. It’s just not something I ever expected to hear you say. Hell, any of it isn’t something I ever expected to hear you say. But I could care less about that, really Kim. You’re my friend and that’s all that matters girl. Besides, it’s two-thousand-and-five, not the freaking dark ages. If Willow could be Gay why not Kim Possible?” Monique joked, trying to lift her friend’s spirits.
   “Oh Monique, I’m— I’m s-so s-sorry I yelled at you, b-but it’s— it’s just that I-I’ve been s-so scared someone w-would find out and that— that they w-wouldn’t like me anymore b-because of it…” Kim wept, turning all the way back to Monique, the anguish over both her fears and having lashed out at her friend plain on her face.
   “It’s ok Kim, it’s ok.” Monique tried to answer reassuringly, even though there were tears in her eyes now too. Pulling her friend closer to her and hugging her tightly she continued; “I know it’s scary, but trust me girlfriend, anyone worth being friends with won’t care about it, and if they do, then just screw ‘em, y’dig? Who you wanna hook up with is no one’s business but your own, and it doesn’t damn well matter one damn bit whether it’s a guy or a girl.”
   “Thank you Monique…” Kim said softly and fiercely as she hugged her friend back.
   For a long time they just stood in the embrace, Monique quietly comforting her friend as Kim slowly stopped crying and got control of herself. Then Monique gently pulled back from her and said; “C’mon girl, let’s get you cleaned up, ok?”
   “ ‘K.” Kim snuffled as Monique led her back into the living room and over to the couch.
   “Sit down while I go find you some Kleenex.”
   Kim sat down and waited while Monique quickly went to the kitchen and then returned with a big box of pale blue tissue paper, a few pieces already in her hand as she wiped away the traces of her own more subdued crying. Handing the other girl the box, Monique sat down and watched while Kim wiped her eyes and face and then honked long and loud several times blowing her nose. Despite trying her best, Monique couldn’t help the smile that was creeping across her face or chuckling as she watched Kim’s puffy, now totally bloodshot red-rimmed eyes and reddened nose.
   “What?” Kim demanded, looking up over her ball of Kleenex.
   “Girl, you really need to get over this need to be the best at everything you do. I mean, you’re taking it too far when you start applying it to looking like crap, seriously.”
   “Mo!” Kim shouted indignantly, even though a smile was starting to spread unwillingly over her own face as well.
   “I’m just sayin’…” Monique laughed, and she felt good when Kim chuckled and then joined in a bit herself a few seconds later.
   “So, you feelin’ better now? Do you think you’d like to talk about this some more, or do you want to wait a bit?”
   “No, I don’t think so… The hard part’s over I guess, right? I… I’d like to talk with you Monique, I really would. It’s been so long since I’ve had anyone to talk to about these things besides Corscan, and I really wanted to be able to tell you about this and other stuff, but… I was just too scared. I’m sorry…”
   Kim started to tear up a little again, and she quickly wiped her eyes once more with a new tissue.
   “It’s ok Kim, really. You don’t need to be scared anymore, just try and let it go, ok?”
   Kim nodded and went to draw her legs up onto the couch, then noticed she still had her boots on since she hadn’t intended on staying. Setting her Kleenex ball aside the girl began to undo the laces of the heavy leather boots while Monique looked on quietly, patiently letting her work the mundane task in the hopes it would help ground her emotional state. Once Kim took off her boots she finally drew her legs up onto the couch and folded them in front of her before taking one of the pillows and hugging it to her chest.
   “Ok Mo, where do you want to start?” Kim said softly, seeming much calmer now.
   Monique had given that very issue a good deal of thought while she watched Kim, and she had come to some very unsettling conclusions as to what she thought she needed to ask her, but she knew she had to be really careful in how she went about doing it. If she was right about what she dearly hoped she was not right about then one misstep could cause Kim to pull away from her and bottle up again. Monique knew from indirect experience that if she were right, denial and withdrawal would be the first reactions and they would be very, very hard to get through, if she even could at all.
   “Well, let’s see… I know that Corscan is your boss, and I think you told me she was also the owner of the company, right? Not a CEO, but the actual owner? No board of directors or shareholders or anything?” At Kim’s nod Monique continued. “And I assume that she’s… ummm… older? to be in that position, right?”
   “Yeah, she’s older, but she’s not old old Mo. She’s only twenty-seven. And she’s in better shape than I am…” the last bit was said with a strange tone of amusement and irritation.
   “I… see. Well, that’s cool I guess, but still… I don’t want you to take this the wrong way Kim, but, ummm… are you ahhh… sure you’re into girls now?” before Kim could answer Monique pushed on quickly. “I mean, I know you’re sleeping with Corscan and all, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re into girls, just that you’re into her, y’know?”
   “Yeah Mo, I’m pretty sure I’m ‘into’ girls now.” The way Kim said it… Monique thought it sounded a little off, so she just looked at her with one eyebrow raised slightly. Kim sat looking back at Monique uncomfortably before finally sighing, grimacing, and adding; “Let’s just say that if you don’t know what’s it’s attached to, Bonnie has a pretty nice ass, ok?”
   “Ewww,” Monique scrunched up her face in disgust, “Bonnie? Girl, that’s just wrong!”
   “Hey! I said if you don’t know it’s hers… and I didn’t. And when I did… oh yeah, definitely ick factor five… Now can we please talk about something other than Bonnie’s ass?”
   Monique couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh yeah, definitely whole new worlds of conversation opening up here after hearing you say that.”
   Kim gave a soft snort of amusement and shook her head slowly, looking down at her lap as she did.
   “Ok, so I guess we’ve pretty much established beyond a shadow of a doubt that it isn’t just Corscan you’re into. Cool. So, how exactly did it happen anyway? I mean, what was it? All those late nights in the office with you and her alone, rubbing shoulders over the work? Did you go for her or was it her that, y’know, made the first move? Did she just ask you out out of the blue or did you see it coming? I mean, it wasn’t something stupid like the boss hitting on a secretary and you going for it, right?” Monique laughed to diffuse her last comment in order to have a better chance of getting Kim to admit it if it was something like that.
   Kim snorted again, louder this time, and smiled wryly while answering; “No, it certainly wasn’t like that Mo. And it was definitely her who came after me, no doubt about that either. Actually, the first time I slept with her was weeks before the whole job thing started up. I pretty much went to ‘work’ for her so we could see each other easier…”
   “Ahhhh, come again? You mean you’re not actually doing anything down there other than…” Monique felt her face heat up from the blush hidden under her dark complexion as she trailed off, unsure exactly how to finish the question.
   Another snort and a bigger smile came from Kim.
   “Heh heh… no Mo, I’m not flying hundreds of miles a day just to get laid regularly. She really is teaching me a lot of things,” Kim blushed suddenly at Monique’s expression, “no; not those kinds of things—well, ok, that too,” Kim’s blush deepened, “but I meant real stuff. She’s teaching me how to fight, teaching me tactics and planning, how to handle people socially and to lead them, and… well, just lots of stuff; stuff I can really use.”
   “Don’t you already know how to fight? I mean, what is it, sixteen styles of Kung Fu I think you said you knew?”
   “Heh… apparently not. Apparently, there’s fighting, and then there’s fighting.” At Monique’s questioning expression Kim added; “Yeah, I didn’t get it either, but trust me, there’s a difference. Look Mo, this all happened pretty weirdly, and I honestly can’t say it didn’t stay a little weird even up to now. How’s’about I just tell you everything from the start; all that’s happened up to this point, ‘k? Otherwise this conversation will probably get really, really complicated if you just keep asking me stuff…”
   “Ahhh… yeah, yeah, I think that might be a good idea Kim. But gimme a sec, ‘k? I wanna go get us some food and something to drink, since I’m guessin’ this is gonna take a while, right?”
   Kim nodded in response and then added; “Do you want some help?”
   “No, that’s ok. You just sit tight and I’ll be right back… is there anything you want me to get you while I’m in there?”
   Kim shook her head while answering; “No, thank you Mo. Whatever you have is fine.”
   Monique got off the couch and went into the kitchen, quickly hunting down a couple of bags of chips, a box of cookies, and a plastic-wrapped twelve-pack of mixed cans of soda before heading back into the living room and setting the supplies down on the coffee table, halfway between Kim and herself. Sitting back down, Monique got comfortable as she opened one of the orange sodas and took a drink.
   “Ok Kim, ready anytime you are…”
   “Well, it all started about two weeks after Christmas…”
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