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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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Kim shivered slightly and pulled her jacket tighter; the night was starting to get colder now that the sun had gone down. Her clothes weren’t wet anymore, but they were still a little damp, and she’d been walking in the general direction of home for about a half-hour now, ever since she’d left the Lowerton hospital the EMTs had brought her to after the fight with Shego.

The Highway Patrol had shown up less than a minute after Shego had fled, and between her own shock, confusion, exhaustion, and certainty that she had at least one cracked rib, she had let them call in an ambulance and gone to the hospital. Once there she’d spent nearly two hours in an unthinking daze while waiting to get x-rayed and taped up, during which time the nurses had treated her superficial wounds, she’d gotten something to eat at the cafeteria, and her clothes had mostly dried out. Immediately after being treated Kim had walked out of the hospital and headed for home, still running on autopilot even at that point.

But now, Kim’s mind was finally starting to turn over as the walking and the cool night air got her blood flowing and cut through the haze of the pain meds she was on. And now that she was thinking again, there really was only one thing she could possibly think about. Shego.

How had it happened? How in the hell could she have done that to her? And Shego… Shego had responded to it! For a while at least, before she panicked and ran away—something Kim was still having trouble accepting of the other woman; it just seemed so… wrong, for Shego.

Just thinking about what she’d done to Shego, about how the other woman had reacted to it, was confusing Kim more than she’d ever been confused in her entire life—all the more so because she felt herself growing excited over those tumbling memories of touch and smell and sensation even now, in her uncomfortable, tired, achy state.

Shaking her head, Kim had no choice but to accept what she had tried to deny for so long. As unbelievably fucked up as it was, she wanted Shego; wanted her so badly she could still taste the woman on her lips, even though she knew that could only be in her head.

“How? How can I want… Shego?” Kim murmured to herself, shaking her head again.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Kim’s head that was so disturbing she came to a complete stop, freezing in place, her eyes widening slightly as she shook her head in denial.

Oh god, what if… what if I’m one of those freaks that like to be dominated and humiliated and beaten? Kim thought in a near panic. I mean, Corscan beat me down in our fight and she can still toss me around like a rag doll and she pretty much told me I was into girls and a few days later I was… oh god! And Shego… Shego’s always beating on me and putting me down… well, taunting me anyway… and I know she really wants to hurt me, unlike Corscan, and I want her even more than Corscan! Oh god oh god oh god…

Kim finally started walking once more, but she continued chasing the theory around in her head over and over again, desperately looking for something, anything, to contradict it, and slowly becoming more and more frantic as she kept coming up empty every time, until, all of a sudden, it hit her. Bonnie.

Bonnie put her down constantly; she’d been doing it since junior high. She couldn’t stand Kim, and her regular disparagement and venom was absolutely serious and sincere. Bonnie was a complete and total bitch who tried to humiliate Kim every chance she got, and despite knowing she had a smokin’ hot bod, Kim didn’t find Bonnie attractive at all!

Well, ok, maybe if we were on a desert island or something I’d fuck her, but otherwise, I wouldn’t touch that bitch with a ten-foot pole. Kim thought with a smirk.

Kim couldn’t help but take a little skipping step and whoop before saying; “Thanks Bonnie; if you were here I’d kiss you.” Then she giggled and added; “Or… not kiss you, as the case may be.”

Still grinning and all but giddy from the sense of relief she felt, Kim went for nearly a block before she sobered, her thoughts returning to the original question.

Ok, ok, so I want Shego, and it’s not something screwed up… errr, at least, not any more screwed up than it already is. Ok, I can live with that. I think. Maybe. Now I just have to figure out why.

The first thing Kim came up with was the obvious; Shego was hot. Nuclear hot, no pun intended. Even before Kim had known she was into girls she’d always thought Shego was good looking—though, she supposed there might be a little more to it than that now that she did know she was into girls.

Kim smiled and shook her head. Ok, one down at least. But it can’t just be that, can it? I mean, I’ve slept with a few women who were better looking than Shego by now—like that blonde girl in Cancun; she was ferociously sexy—and I’m not dreaming about any of them or having trouble getting them out of my head like Shego.

So it had to be something more than just physical, but how could it be something more? There were so many things that made that so very, very wrong. Shego was one of her greatest enemies, she was an evil criminal, and she’d even tried to kill her before!

Oh really? The contrary thought flitted through Kim’s head, and she paused—mentally if not physically.

Shego was without a doubt an evil criminal; there was no arguing that—though even now Kim had to admit that Shego seemed a lot more criminal than evil. She’d never been particularly cruel or vindictive—that Kim knew of anyway—and she certainly wasn’t baby-eating psychotic like say, Monkey Fist or Duff Killigan was. If it weren’t for the way she was usually the primary contributing factor to Dr. Drakken’s more callous schemes, Kim would barely consider Shego evil at all, for all her protestations to the contrary.

The other two however… they were what gave Kim pause.

What had happened just a few hours ago had more or less proven to Kim that up until that fight in the warehouse, she hadn’t actually considered Shego an enemy, and as near as she could tell, Shego hadn’t considered her one either. It had felt different than every other time they fought before, even in the warehouse, where Kim had been in denial and lashing out at Shego in painful confusion and rage because of it. It had felt… wrong.

As a matter of fact, if Kim forced herself to look beyond the heat of the moment in their competitions—really forced herself—and was brutally honest as well, she had to admit that she’d never even really disliked Shego all that much. She even enjoyed fighting Shego, in a perverse life-endangering sort of way, not just because the woman had pushed her to her limits every time they’d battled, but also because… well… as twisted as it seemed, somehow Shego made the deadly duels fun, and Kim had always gotten the feeling that Shego enjoyed the fighting just for itself as well.

So, they weren’t enemies then… more like… rivals. Really, really aggressive, hardcore rivals who were on diametrically opposite teams, but rivals nonetheless. At least, Kim hoped that was what they still were, since she had no idea what was going to happen on Shego’s end of things. For all she knew, the green-hued villain had recovered and was even now hunting her down with a furious vengeance, hell-bent on wiping her off the face of the earth for what she’d done to her.

Kim sighed, and then continued her train of thought, moving on to the second thing: Shego trying to kill her.

After seeing Shego in action today, Kim was all but certain—and substantially outraged—that Shego had been holding back during their fights for at least a while now, if not since the very beginning. The physical changes in Shego might be possible to accomplish in a month and a half if you had strange powers to help you out, but there was no way you could suddenly start fighting so differently with that degree of practiced skill unless you already knew how to do it. So it was obvious that Shego had refrained from using her more brutal techniques on Kim in the past.

This was not to say that fighting Shego hadn’t been dangerous however—Kim knew that if she had made a serious mistake or there had been one accidental slip on either of their parts, she could have been severely injured or possibly even killed—just that it meant Shego hadn’t been seriously trying to send her to an early grave.

Thinking about the fighting brought Kim to her second revelation, though truly, unlike the discovery that Shego had been holding back in their fights, this one had been hovering in the back of her mind for at least a year now, where she was vaguely aware of it, but had never really acknowledged it. For someone Kim knew was exceptionally smart and practical, Shego sure did seem to suck when it came to trying to finish her—and Ron—off in ways other than fighting.

After the first few times they’d been captured and subsequently gotten out of restraints or Drakken’s deathtraps, Shego knew they carried an arsenal of tools and gadgets provided by Wade, and Shego had seen Rufus free them from captivity or save them from those same deathtraps at least a half-dozen times, and yet Shego had never once searched them when they’d been captured, nor had she ever taken the opportunity to torch Ron’s pant’s pocket Rufus and all, or at the very least, throw the naked mole rat into a cage of his own.

Now just like the fighting, this still didn’t mean that Shego wasn’t putting Kim’s life at risk every time it happened, just that as far as Kim could tell, she didn’t seem to have any kind of serious interest in seeing it through to it’s lethal conclusion. The more Kim thought about it, the more she came to the conclusion that all these half-formed impressions and recent confirmations about Shego were right. She could almost hear Shego’s voice in her head reasoning it out; “Hey Princess, no one forced you to get involved in this, and if you can’t get out of it on your own then you deserve what you get.”

It certainly wasn’t anything close to a normal morality, but it also seemed such a perfectly, frustratingly, infuriatingly Shego thing to do that Kim knew it had to be right. Kim couldn’t help but give a bemused smile and a little shake of her head. Shego didn’t play by anyone’s rules but her own, even when it came to doing her job or being evil.

So, not really enemies, not really trying to kill her, but still criminally evil and more than willing to put her life in danger because of “the job” and the sense that if Kim couldn’t keep up, anything that happened to her was her own damn fault. Which meant that whatever it was she was feeling was still pretty twisted considering all that. Kim shook her head again and sighed deeply.

Kim continued walking, turning the thoughts and conclusions over and over again in her head, and ending up with frustrated confusion every time. She really had no idea what exactly it was she was feeling for Shego, other than the obvious, but she was still sure it had to be more than physical attraction, and every time she came to that conclusion, she ended up right back at the start, unable to comprehend how in the hell such a twisted, fucked up thing could be.

What Kim really wanted was some kind of magic button she could push to make Shego appear before her, both so she could confront her over what she had been doing and in the hope that actually talking to the woman might help Kim figure out whatever it was they had between them. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen, and Kim didn’t have a clue as to how to find Shego herself either. Drakken had been super-secretive ever since he’d escaped from prison on his own months ago, and Wade still had no idea where his current lair might be. On top of which, when she’d called Wade while she was waiting for the ambulance, he had told her that there were no satellites in the area he could use to track Shego, so she had gotten away without a trace as well.

By the time Kim reached her home subdivision it was close to nine o’clock, and she still hadn’t come any closer to an answer on the perplexing, frustrating matter. Several minutes later she turned onto her home street and cursed as she could see the lights were clearly on at her house; she’d been hoping her parents had gone out tonight like they usually did nowadays on Friday nights—a pattern they had fallen into so that they could have all of the weekend for family time, since Kim was always at “work” on Friday nights now.

Sighing, Kim muttered; “Oh well, can’t be helped I guess…”

A few minutes later Kim was quietly coming in the front door when Jim and Tim came barreling out of the den, only to slam to a halt one behind the other at the unexpected sight of her.

“Hey, Kim!” Jim said before Tim finished; “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

When Kim turned around both boys gaped, Tim letting out a low whistle and Jim a quiet “Whoa.”

“What happened to you?” they asked in harmony.

“Nothing. The usual.” Kim tersely brushed off their question before venting a short sigh and reluctantly adding; “Where’s mom?”

“She’s in the kitchen Kim,” Jim answered, while Tim continued; “Do you want us to get her for you?”

“No, that’s ok.” Kim answered, starting to take off her boots with some difficulty. “I can find her just fine.”

“Ok Kim,” the twins answered in harmony before heading upstairs at an almost reasonable pace.

Kim watched the twins go with narrowed eyes. Something was up with those two, she was sure of it. For the last several weeks now she’d noticed that the tweebs had been acting far less tweeb-like around her for some reason, almost like they were trying to be friendly with her or something, and that meant either they had done something they were worried she might find out about, or, they were planning something they didn’t want her finding out about. Either way it couldn’t be good.

Shaking her head, Kim dismissed her suspicions about her brothers for another time and, mindful of the pain in her side, carefully took off her jacket before hanging it up. Then she grabbed a folder and a pill bottle from inside it and went into the kitchen, where she found her mother in the last stages of putting the dishes away.

“Hey mom.” Kim said nonchalantly, knowing what was coming.

“Oh, Kimmie, you gave me a start.” Ann said, glancing back at Kim. “I didn’t expect you home ‘til—” Ann cut off suddenly as she saw the state Kim was in, her eyes going wide as she set the tray she was holding down on the counter before turning around completely.

“Kim, what happened to you?” Ann’s voice and eyes were filled with concern as she quickly moved over to her daughter.

Kim was already holding her medical report out to her mother as she said; “No big, same ol’ same ol’—and yes, I went to the hospital this time.”

Ann nodded and began reading the medical report intently while Kim went over to the refrigerator and started scavenging up something to eat from tonight’s leftovers. She hadn’t had enough money to buy more than what amounted to a light snack to her at the hospital cafeteria, and as a result of that and walking home she was close to starving now.

By the time Kim assembled a meal for herself and was waiting for it to heat up in the microwave, Ann had finished reading over the report.

“Kimmie, I want you to sit down so I can check how well they taped you up, ok honey?”

“Awww mom, can’t it wait ‘til later? I’m trying to get something to eat here.”

“Kim.” Ann said sharply, and Kim looked at the hard set of her eyes, shook her head in frustration, and vented a growling huff before sitting down at the kitchen table, where she took off her shirt with a wince of pain as she moved faster than she should have.

Ann carefully checked the surgical tape and had Kim breathe in and out for her several times before finally nodding in satisfaction. “It looks like they did a good job with this Kim, everything’s fine here.”

“I could have told you that mom.” Kim grumbled under her breath.

Looking at Kim’s bruises and abrasions, Ann continued; “These look pretty bad Kim, I want you to—”

“Use the stinking slime tonight, I know, I know!” Kim cut her mother off with a growl. “Can I eat now? Please?”

“All right Kim.” Ann said testily, before visibly forcing herself to continue in a calmer tone. “How did this happen anyway?”

“There was some trouble on the highway I had to deal with.” Kim answered, pulling her shirt on with another wince.

“Well, did you remember to call Ms. Mataii and tell her you wouldn’t be coming in tonight dear?” Ann asked.

“Yes mom, I did that at the hospital.” Kim answered, taking her food out of the microwave and loading it onto a tray.

Kim was about to head to her room when she stopped and set her tray down on the table instead, remembering the second thing she’d wanted to deal with. Digging the pill bottle out of her pocket, Kim turned to her mother and held it out to her while saying; “They also gave me twenty-four Vicodin for the pain, but you know how much I hate the way these things make me feel, so I’ll just keep like… five, to get me through tonight and tomorrow before I switch over to Tylenol instead. You take the rest and do whatever it is you do with them, ok?”

Ann smiled in amusement and nodded, taking the bottle from Kim. “Ok Kimmie, I’ll take care of the rest for you.” By now Ann had collected close to two hundred Vicodin tablets from her daughter, not counting the ones that had expired, all of which she kept safely stored away in a small medical kit on the top shelf of her bedroom closet, just in case they were ever needed.

Kim nodded and took her food upstairs, locking the door behind her once she was in her room and sitting down at her desk to eat. After she had cleaned out the first bowl, Kim got up and found her phone where she’d left it on the nightstand and dialed Monique’s number while she returned to her desk.

The phone rang a couple of times before an automated voice informed her that “The customer you are trying to reach is either out of the service area or not answering their phone,” so Kim figured Monique was either at a movie or at work.

Setting her phone down, Kim finished eating and then tried to do her homework for a little while before giving up in frustration. Random thoughts of Shego and everything that had happened earlier today kept intruding on her more scholarly thoughts, and that coupled with the pain she was starting to feel from her injuries made concentrating all but impossible.

Sighing, Kim collected her dishes, went downstairs and rinsed them off before putting them in the sink to soak, got a glass of water and one of the five Vicodin left in the bottle on the shelf, and returned to her room after stopping off in her bathroom to use the facilities as well as get the liniment from under the sink.

Putting the water and liniment on her nightstand along with the Vicodin, Kim pulled off her shirt, bra, and socks before crawling onto her bed and lying back, trying to relax. A moment later she grumbled in irritation and endured the pain of having to roll over and stretch out in order to turn on her MP3 player before returning to her original position, more or less, and getting comfortable once more.

As she lay on her bed, Kim idly hugged her Pandaroo while she started thinking about her little problem with Shego again, trying to come up with any kind of explanation where it all made sense, and failing miserably. Eventually she entered a sort of mindless fugue state where she just drifted through her problems without seriously thinking about them anymore. It was this state into which the sound of her phone ringing intruded quite some time later.

Kim turned her head to where her phone was all the way over on top of her desk and groaned before sitting up, only to hiss and growl as achy pain ground into her from all over her body. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been lying there, but it had definitely been long enough that her injuries had started to stiffen up from inactivity, that was for sure.

Grumbling to herself, Kim forced herself to move, getting off the bed with stiff, jerky movements before walking over to her phone and picking it up. Once she flipped it open and saw that it was Monique on the other end, she quickly hit receive and brought the phone up to her ear with a sharp wince of pain.

“Hey Mo, what’s up?” Kim said happily.

“Kim! What’s up yourself girl? What’s the emergency?” Monique answered in an anxious, demanding tone.

Kim snorted softly, shook her head gently, and grinned as she headed back to her bed. “What makes you think there’s an emergency Monique?”

“Ahhh… because you’re calling me on a Friday night when last I checked you should be somewhere in L.A. getting ready to bang Jenna Jameson or something like that?” Monique couldn’t help ribbing.

“Mo!” Kim shouted in only partial mock-indignation.

“Well you know what I mean girl; isn’t tonight your regular wild date night with Corscan? Where you’re supposed to be out enjoying far-off exotic places and the far-off exotic women in them?”

“Not always. With the women I mean…” Kim grumped as she turned off her MP3 player and then slowly got back onto her bed, trying to experience as little discomfort as possible while doing so. “So, what were you doing earlier tonight anyway? Working?”

“No, I was on a date with Lamar.” Monique vented a gloomy sigh.

“Didn’t go well?” Kim asked sympathetically.

“Well that depends. We went to the movie he wanted to see, where he used a couple of free passes to get us in and didn’t offer to buy me anything while we were there—I had to get my own damn milk-duds girl! Then we went to the restaurant he wanted to go to, where he stuck me with half the bill, and to top it all off, on the way back home he tried to put the moves on me in the car. Boy even had the nerve to feel me up girlfrien’!” Monique complained forcefully.

“Ahhh… ok. And that ‘depends’ how Mo? It sounds like a pretty crappy evening all around to me…”

“Well, from his end I’ll bet it was a pretty sweet deal.” Monique growled in disgust. “Seriously Kim, I’m really starting to think I should try switching sides like you did. I’m some kind of damn scrub magnet or something when it comes to these… boys, I keep attracting.”

Kim snorted and said; “I don’t think it works that way Mo.” Having heard that particular comment from Monique a few times before now, given her continuing bad luck when it came to dating.

“Oh I’ll make it work if it comes to that girlfrien’!” Monique ranted before continuing in a calmer but still forceful tone; “Now, enough subject-changing avoiding of the question girl; what’s up with you? I know it has to be something big for you to be home and calling me tonight, so spill already!”

Kim sighed and then halfheartedly answered; “Well… I had another run-in with Shego this afternoon Mo.”

“You what?” Monique shouted. “What happened Kim? Are you ok? You didn’t…” Monique’s voice grew hesitant, “you didn’t do anything this time, did you?”

“I’m fine Mo, more or less, and no, I didn’t ‘do’ anything… errr… well, actually, I did do something, but not what you meant, no.”

“Ahhh, ok girl, ya lost me.” Monique answered, confusion plainly evident in her voice.

“Well, hold on to your hat Mo, because this is probably gonna blow your mind. I still can’t believe it myself, and I was the one there doing it.” Kim blushed slightly as the words slipped out of her mouth before she realized it.

“I’m all ears girlfriend.” Monique said eagerly.

It took Kim over half an hour to tell Monique what had happened, despite how quickly the actual incident had taken place. She wanted to make sure everything came out right, and she found it quite hard to express some of the things she’d been feeling during the fight the way she wanted to. Strangely enough though, once she reached the end of it, the part that she thought would have been the hardest to tell Monique about actually came out quite easily. Maybe that was because of the strange, disconnected way it had happened, almost as if it hadn’t really been her that was doing it.

Monique had been attentive during the entire tale, occasionally asking Kim well-reasoned questions in order to clarify or get more detail about things she wasn’t clear on, but otherwise refraining from commenting. Once Kim reached the end of it and the final shocking revelation however, her friend reacted in a manner she hadn’t expected at all.

“Yeah right.” Monique said dryly. “Nice try Kim. Now how ‘bout you try telling me what really happened.”

“I’m serious Mo; that is what happened.”

“You seriously expect me to believe that you went from fighting for your life against a woman who was trying to put you in the hospital, if not the morgue, to dry humping her in the middle of a field in broad daylight? And then after a few minutes of that she was the one that ran away from you? Girl, you need to tell me what meds they’ve got you on so I can get some too.”

“I’m not joking Monique, that’s what really happened!” Kim said, anger entering her voice.

After a long pause Monique finally spoke again, her tone still disbelieving, but now equally amazed as well; “You’re serious? That’s what really happened?”

“As a heart attack.” Kim said dryly, still a little annoyed at her friend.

“Oh wow… I just can’t believe…” Monique rambled, amazed. After a few more moments her tone switched from amazed to amused as she added; “Awww girl, you got it bad, don’t’cha?”

Kim sighed. She half wanted to strangle Monique right about now. Both because she was joking about the whole situation and because she was so damn right.

“Monique!” Kim growled, and after a few more chuckles her friend finally answered; “Hey, I’m not the one who’s so hot to trot I’m jumping my crush’s bones in broad daylight, now am I?”

“That’s the point Monique!” Kim snapped. “This isn’t funny! It’s fucking serious! How in the hell can I be so screwed up I’d do something like that with Shego of all people?”

Monique was silent for a few moments, and then she spoke with a sober and contrite tone. “I’m sorry Kim. I shouldn’t be playin’ with you on this. My bad.”

Kim sighed and said; “I’m sorry too Monique, but this is just so screwed up I’m having trouble dealing with it, ok? I’ve managed to figure out a few things, but what’s left is still totally messed up.”

“Well then, lay it on me girl, and we’ll see if we can’t figure it out together, a’ight?”

Kim shook her head and began telling Monique everything she had figured out on her long walk home. Between Monique’s analytical questions and her own difficulty in properly articulating what she wanted to get across at times, it took longer than she thought it would, though still less than an hour, and after it was all over she concluded; “So I’m still left with the fact that I think I’ve got some kind of feelings for a woman that’s criminally evil, and likes to play fast and loose with my life because it’s not her fault if I can’t keep up. That’s totally insane Mo! Completely crazy!” Kim paused for a second, and then added; “Isn’t it?”

“Well, I can’t fault you on the logic side Kim, that’s tight, but I’ve been listening to your Shego stories for nearly two years now, and girl, I gotta tell ya, on an emotional level? Yeah, sorry, but it makes perfect sense to me.”

“What?”

“Well think about it Kim, why do you like Corscan so much? I mean, aside from the killer sex and all.”

“Well, she’s smart and fun to be around—most of the time anyway—she’s understanding and really listens to what I have to say, she doesn’t ever try and talk down to me because I’m only sixteen, and there’s so much she knows that she’s willing to teach me… and… most of all… I think it’s the way she pushes me to be better. She believes in me, and she doesn’t let me slide because of it. I like the way she makes me feel about myself, like I can be so much more than I am now if I’m willing to work for it.”

“Ok, ok, that’s all good, but, did you ever stop to think that it might also have something to do with the fact that she can kick your ass?”

Kim blushed slightly, and responded; “No, I already thought of that Monique, and trust me, I’m sure I’m not one of those pervs that get off on being beaten and humiliated, ok?”

After a long pause Monique answered; “Oooooh-kaaaaay, that’s… not exactly what I meant there Kim, but… that’s good to know… I guess.”

Kim was quiet for a moment or two, embarrassed, but finally she asked; “Well, if it wasn’t… that, then what did you mean Mo?”

“Well, how many people do you know that can really keep up with you Kim? Seriously, with you those cute little catchphrases like ‘anything’s possible for a Possible’ and ‘I can do anything’ are just the simple truth. So far there’s only been a handful of things you suck at girl, which pretty much falls under the exception that proves the rule that you really can do anything.”

“Now I know you Kim, and you’re not the kind of person who wants to find some dependent little thing you can happily look after for the rest of your life. You need someone who can at the very least come close to matching your ability girl, because deep down, what you really want is someone you don’t have to be ‘on’ for all the time, someone you can relax with and not have to be worried everything will go to crap because you’re not going all out, y’dig? You need someone you can trust to take up the slack and not screw things up, and by your standards, that’s a pretty tall order to fill, now ain’t it?”

Kim blinked several times in silent shock, then shook her head sharply and said; “What the fuck? No, seriously Mo, you sound like a fucking psychiatrist; what the hell’s the deal?”

Monique laughed and then answered; “Well Kim, promise you won’t tell anyone, but I’ve been seriously thinking about taking a shot at getting a psychiatry degree instead of majoring in fashion design like I figured I would. So for the last year or so I’ve been reading a lot of psych books and counseling guides in order to try and get a feel for it. So far I’m still not sure if it’s what I want to do or not, but I’m digin’ it enough that I’m going to take as many classes as I can even if I don’t go that way in college.”

“Wow… are you serious Mo?”

“Yep. And don’t be soundin’ so surprised girl; you know I give great advice! Now, stop avoiding the question and answer me; is part of the reason why you like Corscan because you know she can keep up with you?”

Kim shook her head, still a little amazed at Monique’s unexpected revelation, before she started seriously thinking about what her friend had asked. Although it wasn’t something she had thought about before, now that Monique had put it to her so bluntly, Kim had to admit that she might be on to something. There had definitely been times where she’d felt… relaxed, when she was with Corscan. Where she felt she could just be herself and not worry about anything else that was going on.

“Ok Mo, I’m not saying you’re in my head or anything, but… I’m willing to admit that you might have something there with that little assessment.” Kim grudgingly admitted.

“Well then, there you go girl. Like I said, it makes perfect sense on an emotional level.”

“Ahhh, still not gettin’ it Mo.”

“It’s simple Kim; you know Shego’s as good as you are, right?”

“Well I wouldn’t say she’s as good as me—”

“Kim.” Monique cut Kim off firmly.

“Ok, ok, so she’s as good as me, satisfied?” Kim grated through clenched teeth, annoyed at being forced into the admission.

“And all this other stuff you said you always kinda knew? That she was good looking? That you were rivals more than enemies? That she made your fights fun somehow? That she was even taking it easy on you? You picked up on all of that girl, even if you didn’t know it, and once the old floodgates were open and you found out you were into girls? Well lookout honey, because here’s a girl you’ve known for way longer than you’ve known Corscan, and she’s pretty much an evil version of you—smart, competent, beautiful, reliable; it’s all there. So, like I said, it makes perfect sense on an emotional level that you’d be into her.”

Monique paused for a moment, then added; “An’ don’t even get me started on the whole ‘good girl falling for the bad boy— errr, girl,’ angle there Kim, ‘cause that’s a can of worms I don’t know nearly enough yet to touch, other than sayin’ it happens enough that it’s become a cliché, so that means it happens a lot girlfriend.”

Kim shook her head; totally amazed that Monique had been able to make sense of the entire mess. Well, make some sense out of it all at least. It sounded crazy, but at the same time, Kim had to admit that it did make sense.

“Ok Mo, I guess you’ve got something there. Thanks, thanks a lot. Now I know why I’m crazy at least. Doesn’t really help me any, but at least I know.” Kim gave a bemused grin over her situation.

“Hey, glad I could help Kim. Now, how ‘bout we try and figure out what you’re going to do about all this? Like I said, from the logic side of things you’re tight, so that means this situation is pretty messed up, and talking out your options should help you narrow them down to the ones you can live with, ok?”

“Ok Mo.”

Kim talked to Monique for several hours, until the other girl was forced to stop because she was falling asleep on the phone, but for all that, after it was over and Kim lay in her bed looking up at the ceiling, she was no closer to having any idea what she was going to do about all of this. And as much as she appreciated knowing the reason why she had feelings for Shego—or at least, a reason, since she still wasn’t too sure Monique really knew what she was talking about—in a twisted sort of way it also made things worse, because now Kim couldn’t just dismiss everything she was feeling as being crazy.

Sighing, Kim forced her achy, paining body to get up. Once she was on her feet, she took the Vicodin on her nightstand before heading to her bathroom. After she got back to her room she put on a liberal coating of the despised skunk-slime, then climbed into some old pajamas before crawling into bed. It wasn’t until she was curled up and getting comfortable that she noticed she had a brand new problem to deal with.

Despite being in achy, stabby pain, having her chest wrapped up in medical tape so tightly she couldn’t take a deep breath, and being coated in repulsive smelling, greasy gunk, now that she wasn’t distracted by thinking or talking about her problem, Kim was starting to get incredibly horny.

Shaking her head, Kim looked at the clock; three nineteen. She probably would have come at least three of four times by now if she were where she was supposed to be tonight. Her body was accustomed to a certain schedule and amount of release now, and rolling around in the grass with Shego without any payoff certainly didn’t help matters either. Still, there was no way in hell she was going to masturbate tonight; she was absolutely certain that if she did, it would be Shego she ended up fantasizing about while doing it, and that was something she just wasn’t willing to do, no matter how much part of her desperately wanted to.

So instead, Kim gave a sharp, frustrated whine, rolled over, and hugged her Pandaroo tight, hoping she’d fall asleep quickly and that the Vicodin hazing her thoughts would keep her from remembering any of the dreams she was sure she was going to have tonight.
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