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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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If Shego had been looking at Kim, she might have picked a better moment to voice her question, given that Kim was in the process of taking a drink from her bottled water at the time. As it was, the shock sent Kim into convulsions as she tried to take a surprised breath, inhaled water, and then compounded her situation when her reflexes kicked in to prevent her from spewing it out all over the various control panels arrayed before her, causing her to fight the urge with everything she had.

Hunching over in her seat while half-swallowing, half-spitting out the water in her mouth, Kim spent the next minute or so wheezing and gasping between violent bouts of trying to hack up a lung, while Shego glanced at her as much as she could while flying the plane, helpless to do anything other than offer concerned inquiries over Kim’s state.

Eventually, when Kim regained enough control that she thought she could speak, she turned her head and looked up at Shego with wide, disbelieving eyes, just barely able to meet her gaze over the control section between them. With only a little difficulty she wheezed out; “What?” at what amounted to the top of her lungs, though given her current state, it wasn’t particularly loud at all.

Instead of answering, Shego ignored Kim’s question in favor of asking one her own. “Are you ok Pumpkin?”

“Yeah, yeah… I’m fine.” A sudden string of coughs belied Kim’s assertion. “Now what—” another cough interrupted Kim, “what are you talking about?”

Once more Shego found herself looking anywhere but at Kim.

“Well ahhh… I want you to move in with me for the summer.”

“That’s what I thought you said.” Kim’s voice was harsh, but only from the coughing; her tone was pure disbelief despite the statement. Sitting up slowly due to the sharp ache in her sides from all the coughing, Kim wiped her mouth with the back of her forearm and gave a final cough before continuing; “I just didn’t believe it. Aren’t you the one that wanted to take things slow?”

“I’m not asking you to move into my bed, just my home.” Shego snapped, her nerves already on edge.

“Even so, that’s still a little… nuts, don’t’cha think?”

“No, really?” The sarcasm was thick as Shego darted her gaze at Kim before starting the landing sequence for the jet. “Look, I’m well aware of how… extreme, it is, ok? I’m not disputing that.” Shego took a deep breath and sighed before continuing in a calmer tone. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I think it’s the right thing for us to do.”

“Shego, I can’t move in with you. I mean…. We’ve only been… what? sort of… going… out? For less than a week now…”

“Ok, I could say some things now that would probably get me slapped if you could reach me from over there, but I won’t” Shego responded dryly while beginning her descent to the airport.

“That is not the same thing and you know it.” Kim responded just as dryly. “Yes, I spent a lot of time with Corscan and that included spending the night five days out of the week, but I was also going to school and I spent every weekend with my family as well, along with any weekday where a mission kept me out too long to bother with going to her place. I wasn’t… living with her, I was just… I don’t know, but it wasn’t living together, ok? We were just going out… in a really… weird… way.”

As Kim shook her head irritably, Shego sighed in resignation over the way the redhead’s words echoed her own earlier doubts. Despite her urge to respond, Shego had her hands full with landing the plane, but as soon as it touched down on the tarmac fully, she shut everything down as fast as possible so she could turn and face Kim.

“Ok, look, you’re right, ok? This would be different, and it is kind of crazy, but hear me out first.” Shego waited for Kim’s nod before continuing. “First of all, if we don’t figure out a way to get together regularly we’re screwed, because there’s enough things working against us already that we don’t need that too. And with you not wanting anyone to know about us, I just don’t see that happening in Middleton; there aren’t enough places we can go that don’t risk people who know who we are seeing us together, on top of your friends and family spotting us coming and going while getting together. The same can’t be said for Europe; as long as we pay attention, no one’s likely to figure out who we are—hell, most people wouldn’t know even if we told them anyway.”

Before Shego could continue, Kim interrupted; “Wait… what? Europe? You live in Europe?”

“Yeah, on the Italian coast, halfway between Rome and Napoli, just East of Terracina. Why?”

“Really? Wow, Italy, that’s—” Kim shook her head suddenly, “No, wait a minute, moving in with you is bad enough, but I can’t go all the way to freaking Europe on top of that!”

“Why not?”

“Ahhh, hello? Y’think my parents might have something to say about that maybe? Plus how the hell am I supposed to bring Ron on any missions that come up if I’m three thousand miles away from him? I mean if it was in the Middleton area it might be possible, but…” Kim shook her head slowly, trailing off.

“I don’t know… I’ll get you one of Drakken’s choppers and teach you how to fly it or something… and with everything you do it’ll be easy to come up with some line of bull or other to feed your parents. You could tell them you’re at a secret training facility or something, learning new ways to get in my hair…”

Despite Shego’s little joke, Kim didn’t respond well, scowling and speaking in a flat tone that brooked no argument. “I’m not going to lie to my parents Shego.”

“Ahhh, excuse me? What the hell have you been doing for the last five months or so now? For that matter, what the hell did you do just last night? Since I really doubt you told them you were going out with me…”

“I did not—” Kim cut off, only now realizing that for the first time in a while, she actually had lied to her parents outright. In a somewhat more controlled tone she continued; “I didn’t lie to my parents when I was seeing Corscan, all right? I didn’t offer them everything I was doing, and I’ll admit that a few times I might have let them assume a few things that I knew were wrong, but I didn’t lie to them—and I shouldn’t have lied to them last night either. I’m not going to lie to them any more than I have to if I can help it, understand?”

“All right then, fine. If you wanna play semantics with me then we can play semantics. You can tell them you met someone through work—and let them assume it’s your other work—who’s offering you the opportunity to go to Europe over summer break as part of a… cultural studies program. There, happy now?”

“ ‘Cultural studies program’?” A raised eyebrow accompanied Kim’s dry response.

“Hey! I know stuff…” Shego bristled. “I speak six fucking languages fluently and can get by in another two if my life depends on it, and I can tell you a lot about some of the places we could visit. We can drive up to Rome, spend a few days in Paris, maybe a few other places, wander around, see the sights, and you’re all set. No lies. That work for you?”

“Well, I suppose if we actually did that… and it is Europe…” Kim shook her head suddenly. “Even so, that doesn’t change the fact that moving in with you after only a week is still… nuts.”

“Well if you’d let me finish like I’d asked you too, maybe you wouldn’t be thinking that.” Shego grated out in a harsh tone, and Kim suddenly found herself looking down at her lap abashedly.

“Sorry.” Kim sighed and then looked up at Shego again. “It’s just…” Kim shook her head. “I never expected… I mean it’s just so out of the blue and kinda ferociously out there too, y’know what I mean?”

Shego sighed as well, otherwise silent as she struggled with her own indecisions and instinct to keep everything to herself or lash out like she was used to doing. Eventually she spoke again in a soft voice.

“Look, I know it seems like a lot to ask, and I know it seems crazy; I’ve been thinking the exact same things since the idea first started taking root in my head earlier this morning, ok? But the more I think about it, the more I’m sure that it’s the right thing to do, what we need to do if this is going to work for us.”

Shego forced herself to meet Kim’s gaze, despite the emotional turmoil and confusion the girl was sure to see in her eyes.

“We have a lot of history, and that history has… I don’t know… trained? us? to react to one another in certain ways. But then we have… this. What we’re doing now. Because of how things… changed. Aaaand admittedly, a few isolated incidents in the past too. Here and there. The thing is, as much as I don’t want to admit it, just because of these new… possibilities… feelings… it doesn’t mean it’s going to work.”

Shego shook her head gently. “I don’t know how much of what we have from our past is because of the sides we chose to be on, or who we are, y’know what I mean? A lot of little things from that past and what’s happened more recently are telling me that other than you being a little goodie two-shoes and me being… not, we’d actually be able to get along pretty well… but I can’t be sure of that. It could just be wishful thinking. Delusion. I don’t know. But I want to know. And I want to know soon. I don’t want to find out months or years from now that it’s all been in vain because deep down who we are is the problem, because honestly, that would just suck far too much for me to want to go through.”

Shego drew a deep breath and then vented a long, lusty sigh. “So I say… all in; balls-to-the-wall. You and me in close quarters for days at a time with no breaks or time outs so things get to cool off. No time to ease into it or to get used to each other’s quirks or soften up our edges, but rather grinding them together while they’re still as rough and raw to us as they can be. Each of us waving a great big fucking sparking wire over a pool of gas waiting for the explosion. A pressure cooker. It’ll either make us or break us, and then we’ll know… one way or another. Before we become too… involved, in it… make too much of an… investment, in each other. Before…” Shego looked away, biting her lip for a moment before softly concluding; “Before it gets to the point where it’ll really hurt us…”

“That’s why you want me to move in with you?” Kim asked softly.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Shego brightened slightly, her lips curling up in a half-smirk as she playfully added; “That and having you around all the time might be conducive to helping me get over my little problem, which I’m sure you’ll appreciate.”

Despite Shego’s attempt at levity, Kim clung to her serious, focused—and just a little troubled—air. “But… I mean… that makes it even more crazy, doesn’t it? You want to throw us together when we’re most likely to screw things up? How does that even make sense to you?”

“Because if we come through it, then we’ll know Kimmie. We won’t have to wonder and we won’t have to worry; we’ll know.” Shego gave a soft, amused grin. “And really, when the hell have we ever done things the easy way anyway? It’s always been straight up the middle and head to head for us, no punches pulled, win or lose, never back down. Why the hell should this be any different?”

Kim couldn’t help smiling in return, shaking her head gently. “We do play to win…”

“Hard core baby, hardcore.” Shego grinned broadly. “So, what’s it gonna be Kimmie? You got the stones t’put it all on the line with me and run away to my little place in Italy?”

Kim drew a breath and exhaled, just shy of a sigh, and then shook her head again slightly, the right side of her mouth rising in the slightest of smiles. “Ok, I’ll think about it, all right? I’m not saying yes, but I’m definitely not saying no either.”

Shego shook her head, a relieved smile on her lips over not scaring Kim off with her admittedly apocalyptically inclined position. “Well, I guess that’s better than a no… You maybe have an idea on how long it’ll take you to come to a decision at least?”

“Sorry, I really don’t.” Kim offered an apologetic smile. “But… it’s not like I could do anything ‘til after next week anyway. I’ll tell you what, I’ll try my best to have an answer for you by the time I get back from family vacation, ok? That’s the best I can do…”

“Humph. Well, better than nothing I guess.” Shego smiled, turning back to the hover-jet’s controls. “Come on then, let’s finish up here and get you on your way. The sooner you leave the sooner you can start thinking about it, right?”

Kim just smiled, shook her head, and sat back in her seat while Shego began to turn the plane toward the hangar…

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After finishing up at the airport, Kim dropped off the hard drives at Wade’s house, spending a few minutes talking with the young computer genius as well, then went home to change out of her mission clothes. Once changed, she called Ron to let him know that she’d made it back on time, only to be roped into helping him get ready for his date with Zita.

An hour later she sent a much bolstered and reassured Ron on his way and then returned home, having dinner with her family and talking about the trip to Nana’s they’d be starting tomorrow. After that, she’d been expecting to have a few hours to herself, only to have Monique call her wanting to know if it would be all right if she came over, since, as she put it in her own grumbling words; “It’s not like I have anything else to do tonight… Ron Stoppable, now he has a date, but not Mo… Oh no, not like Mo has anyone asking her out…”

Faced with that, it was hardly like Kim could have said no. So that’s how she found herself up in her room, lying sideways on her bed with Monique lying next to her in the opposite direction, and, eventually, talking about her trip with Shego—Kim was starting to think that Monique just might be living a bit vicariously through her, despite the total weirdness of that possibility.

“So… that’s her reasoning Mo, as crazy as it is.”

“Hmmm, not exactly your usual romantic ‘run away with me to Paris’ line of thought, but… I can’t say her logic is faulty. Risky as hell, yeah, but not faulty. Looks like you might have proof now that your bad girl is as interested and as conflicted about making this work as you are though, so that’s good at least.”

Kim pulled herself up to a slightly inclined position, sliding her arms back and propping herself up on her elbows so she could look at Monique. “What do you mean?”

Monique mirrored Kim’s position so she could look at her as well, dryly responding; “Well you did get the part where she said she was worried about getting too involved with you before finding out if it’s doomed from the start, right?” Monique paused for a moment, giving her words a chance to sink in before continuing; “That means that not only has she been thinking about the difficulties you two are facing, but also that she thinks you’ve got a chance for something more than, y’know, that thing you haven’t done yet.” Monique gave a wickedly amused grin.

“You really think…” Kim trailed off. On some level she already knew that Shego must have had the same feeling that there could be something… more, between the two of them, something… real, but she still wanted the reassurance.

“Mmmmhmmm, without a doubt girl. So, what’re you going to do?”

Kim groaned in aggravation and flopped back down on the bed, raising her hands and raking her fingers back through her hair as she gripped the sides of her head. “I don’t know Mo. It was sooooo hard not to just say yes to her right there. I mean it’s Europe and it’s so sweet in that totally fucked up, special Shego sort of way and she’s just sooooo pretty Mo; if I let myself slip for just a second while she’s around that’s all I can think about ‘til I notice what I’m doing…” Kim sighed deeply, letting her arms drop.

Monique snorted. “So then, you want to do it I take it.”

“Yes… no… maybe. I want to do it, but at the same time I’m scared Mo. I just don’t know if I want to take the same kind of risk Shego does. If we’ve got a chance, shouldn’t we do all we can to try and make it work? Test the ice slowly and carefully instead of jumping up and down on it almost like we’re trying to break it?”

“Well, you’ve got a point, but then again, so does Shego—at least, from her point of view. You want the biggest chance of success with slow and steady, right? But if you do it that way, the emotional investment you put into it before you’re sure it’s got a chance of working will make it that much harder on the two of you if it doesn’t. Shego, on the other hand, wants to know if it’s got a decent chance as soon as possible, so that investment and the pain it’ll bring you will be as small as possible, even if that means there’s a bigger chance you’ll crash and burn.”

“Now I’ll admit that’s a little selfish,” Monique continued, “but given who Shego is with the super villainy and all, y’kinda already had to expect some of that that, right? At least she’s only lookin’ to protect herself the way any normal person might, and she’s willing to work with you and compromise instead of just demanding everything be her way or the highway. That’s a good sign for your chances. Now what you have to do is decide if you want to put her feelings first, or yours, or try and meet in the middle somewhere—though… honestly, given her points, I don’t think a compromise is possible Kim. It’s going to be one way or the other… sorry girl.”

Kim just sighed and stared at the ceiling for a while. Eventually she said; “Well, that helps Mo. Not much, but it helps. I guess there’s nothing to do but just figure it out on my own.” Kim sighed again.

“Hey, I—” Monique cut off as she heard the sound of Kim’s cell phone ringing.

Kim pulled herself upright and then stood up from the bed, stepping over to her desk and picking up her cell phone. Flipping it open, she saw that it was Ron calling and grinned. A second later she hit receive and brought the phone up to her ear, turning around to find Monique now sitting on the edge of the bed as she did.

“Hey Ron, what’s up?”

“Oh not much, just got back from my date…” Kim could see Ron’s goofy grin in the tone he used, “aaaand since you made it pretty clear I had to ‘report in’ as soon as I got back, here I am commander.”

“Ron.” Kim growled good-naturedly before continuing normally; “So, how’d it go then?”

“It went great!” Ron paused, then reluctantly added; “Well, ok, so there were like, a few snags here and there… it could have gone more smoothly, but overall I think I did pretty well for a first date if I do say so myself.”

“That’s great Ron, I—” Kim paused for a moment as Monique stood up from the bed, mouthing “I’m gonna go” when she noticed Kim’s attention. “Can you hang on a sec’?”

“Sure Kim.” Ron responded, and Kim hit hold before looking up to ask; “Are you heading out Monique?”

“Yeah, it’s getting late and I know you two’ll be at it for hours, so I’m gonna head home.”

“I don’t have to talk to Ron right now… I mean I am going to be trapped in a car with him for nearly a day-and-a-half after all, and this is our last night together for over a week…”

“No, no, that’s ok Kim. I really do need to head home; I’m starting my first full-time summer shift at Club Banana tomorrow morning, so I need to get a good night’s sleep.”

“Well, ok then.” Kim reluctantly accepted Monique’s explanation, giving her a warm hug. “Good luck tomorrow, and I’ll give you a call when we get to Nana’s, ok?”

“Ok, thanks Kim.”

Monique smiled as she let herself out of her friend’s room, and Kim moved to the doorway so she could watch her go down the stairs, returning the wave Monique gave just as she was going out of Kim’s line of sight, as well as offering a “Bye Mo.” to go with it. A moment after Monique’s return “Bye Kim.” drifted up to her, the redhead shut the door and locked it before returning to Ron on the phone.

“Ok, I’m back, lemmi hear everything.” Kim said with an eager grin as she settled down into her beanbag chair.

Kim spent the next three hours or so on the phone with Ron, going over every aspect of his fairly successful date with Zita as well as talking about other things, before finally letting him go so she could get to sleep early—for her anyway. After a nice long sleep—again, for her—Kim got up at the crack of dawn—literally—and changed into some work clothes before hauling out one of the big suitcases Corscan had left for her, as well as a smaller toiletries bag. Then she spent the next hour or so packing everything she needed for the trip to Nana’s and lugged the now heavily laden bags down to the front door.

After that, Kim went into the kitchen and made herself breakfast while setting up everything she knew her mother was going to be using to make breakfast for the rest of the family, making sure it was all ready for her. Once she was done eating, Kim put her dishes in the sink, got the keys to the minivan, and headed into the garage, opening the door and backing the vehicle out into the driveway. After that she pulled her motorcycle out into the driveway as well.

Returning to the garage, Kim got a pair of big plastic tarps, a luggage rack carrier basket, and a dozen or so bungee cords and dragged the cumbersome mess out to the minivan before closing the garage door. After that, she set everything up on the minivan’s roof and went into the house to get her bags, lugging them out to the vehicle and heaving them up into the carrier with noticeable effort—all while grumbling under her breath over how Corscan—and now Shego—were always around to show her up with their superior strength when it didn’t matter, but never when she could really use them.

Stretching to work some of the stiffness out of her once she was finished, Kim grimaced—and not just from the jab her still-healing cracked rib gave her; the fact that she was stiff at all, even a little, told her she needed to keep up with her training better. She didn’t intend to fall behind even a single step if she could help it—if anything, she was going to keep moving forward to the next level as soon as she could.

Returning to the house, Kim heard her parents’ voices coming from the kitchen, and went in to find her mother starting breakfast while her father waited for his essential early morning coffee to finish brewing.

“Morning.” Kim said as she crossed the kitchen to put the keys to the minivan back on the rack.

“Good morning Kim.” Came Ann’s chipper reply along with a warm smile, while James looked up and added his own “Morning Kimmie-cub.”

“The van’s in the driveway and I set up the carrier and everything, along with packing my stuff in it. Oh, and I noticed that there’s less than half a tank of gas in it too.”

“Hmmm?” James raised an eyebrow, puzzled, and Ann looked mildly embarrassed as she interjected; “That’s my fault dear; I forgot to tell you that I didn’t get the chance to fill it up on the way home last evening.”

“That’s all right, we’ll just fuel up before we leave.” James replied with a smile.

“I’m going to the gym for a few hours,” Kim announced, “if Ron calls while I’m out let him know where I am and that I should be back around ten or so, ok?”

“All right dear.” Ann said as Kim left the kitchen, while James added; “Have fun Kimmie; don’t overdo anything.”

“I won’t dad.” Kim shouted in the general direction of the kitchen as she ran upstairs to get her backpack and gym clothes. A short while later she was on her bike and heading for the gym.

Kim got to the gym and went through her by-necessity modified workout routine without incident, although she had to make due with a less rigorous combat session, since Tiny was the only decent boxer at the gym today. She was able to help the big man out with a few more pointers to improve his technique by the time they were finished though, which he appreciated. And thanks to an extra-long session of “preventative medicine” before she went to sleep last night, Kim wasn’t particularly fazed by the locker room either, even though she was fairly sure one of the fitter hotties was checking her out while they were in the showers.

Once she was finished, Kim returned home, getting back only moments before Ron pulled his scooter into the driveway as well, arriving while she was opening the garage door. As she walked back to her bike, Kim thought Ron looked overly enthusiastic for some reason, but she forwent asking him anything, given she could barely hear his initial greeting over the sound of the two idling vehicles.

Ron pulled into the garage first, with Kim quickly following, and silence seemed to crash into the confined space as they each shut down their rides as quickly as possible to avoid further exposure to the raucous din, the echoing noise just shy of painful despite the protection of their respective helmets.

The pair took off their helmets almost in unison a moment later, hanging them off their respective handlebars, and once done, Kim turned to Ron only to find him looking back at her with an ear-to-ear grin.

“Hey KP, you’ll never guess what happened!” Ron burst out before Kim could say anything.

“What’s got you so hyped?” Kim got off her motorcycle and took off her backpack.

“Well, you remember when—urrk!” Ron cut off suddenly as he tried to stand up, forgetting in his excitement that the duffle bag filled with everything he was taking to Florida was strapped to him so it wouldn’t fall off his scooter on the way over, the unanticipated load tugging at his shoulder and causing him to plop back down on the seat with a forcible thump, whereupon the now unbalanced duffle promptly fell off the seat, dragging Ron back over with it.

Fortunately, the very same treacherous, overstuffed duffle also broke Ron’s fall completely, so he was already struggling to his feet even before Kim made it around her bike to help him up.

“Ahhh… where was I?” Ron asked while Kim helped stabilize him as he teetered under the cumbersome weight of his duffle.

“You remember when?” Kim responded, grabbing the bottom of the duffle and taking some of the load off Ron as she steered him toward the minivan out in the driveway.

“Oh yeah, right. You remember when we were working at Bueno Nacho way back when? Which, I might add, was the best job I’ve ever had—”

“It’s the only job you’ve ever had.” Kim muttered under her breath dryly, albeit with a somewhat good-natured smile.

“—I signed up for every single program in the Bueno Nacho employee training and advancement plan, and just this morning I finally got an answer back from one of them!”

“Ahhh… doesn’t the fact that you’re, y’know, not working for them anymore kinda disqualify you?” Kim asked in a tone that was equal parts disbelief and confusion as she opened the back of the minivan for Ron. “Why would they be sending you anything at all? Let alone two years later?”

“Well normally I’d be right there with you KP.” Ron grunted as he swung the duffle around from behind him and into the back of the minivan. “As a matter of fact, I was thinking the exact same thing this morning while I was reading the cover letter for all the stuff they sent me.” Ron straightened up and dusted off his hands, turning to Kim as she shut the back of the minivan again. “But apparently this one really exclusive pilot program was such a longshot that they had to set it up in a way that once you were signed up, it was out of their hands—kind of like my Naco royalties; they have to give it to me even though I’m not working there any more. To tell you the truth, I don’t even remember signing up for it…”

“So, what is it anyway?” Kim asked as they started heading for the front door of the house.

“Get this KP: I, Ron Stoppable, your best friend and all-around great guy, will be going to study at Le Cordon Bleu for a whole month this summer in their junior apprenticeship program! Doesn’t that totally rock?” Ron’s enthusiasm was such that Rufus stuck his head out of the teen’s pants pocket to see what was going on.

Kim, on the other hand, stopped in her tracks, stunned, and Ron took a few more steps before noticing she’d fallen behind. Turning to look back at her oddly blank expression, he asked; “What is it KP?”

“Isn’t Le Cordon Bleu in France somewhere?” Kim asked carefully, her convoluted, disbelieving thoughts racing a mile a minute.

“Actually, they have nearly thirty schools across five continents, but yeah, the one I’ll be going to is the one in Paris.” Rufus, having moved to Ron’s shoulder, chattered an objection. Looking down at him and rolling his eyes, Ron grumbled; “All right, fine…” and then turned his attention back to Kim, saying; “Ok, so if you want to get picky, it’s not the actual Cordon Bleu I’ll be going to, but it is an associate school they started for this junior apprenticeship program, so for all intents and purposes it is the Cordon Bleu.” Looking more at Rufus than Kim he concluded; “There, you happy now?” and Rufus grinned and nodded his head with satisfaction.

“So… you’re going to Paris then? When?”

“Well, the program officially starts on the thirteenth of July, but I’m actually going on the eleventh, since my flight leaves at ten o’clock Monday night—Bueno Nacho might have to send me, but they’re sure doing it as cheap as they can—which gets me there at two o’clock Tuesday afternoon to complete registration and get settled in.”

“Wow, so… you’re going for sure then?”

“Yeah? Totally! Why wouldn’t I? This is going to be awesome; I’ll get to study with some of the greatest masters of our time.”

“Ron, you do realize this is… summer school, right?” Kim couldn’t help her dry query, despite everything running through her head.

“Phff! It’s not school… well, ok, technically it’s school, but you know what I mean; it’s cooking! It’ll be fun!” On his shoulder, Rufus grinned and nodded in agreement, chattering; “Un-hunh; fun!” Without missing a beat Ron continued; “And it’s one of the few things I can do really well that has actual real-world applications too, which will make my parents happy, since they’re not too keen on my last few ideas for professions.”

“Videogame playtester and TV critic?” The question was just as dry as the last.

“M’yeah, they did not go over at all well with the parental units, that’s for sure.” Ron responded, while Rufus shook his head emphatically, adding; “Un-uh, un-uh!”

After standing silent for a moment just staring at a point in space over Ron’s shoulder, Kim gave her head a little shake of her own, realizing she was getting caught up in her tangled trains of thought. Focusing on Ron again she said; “Well that’s great Ron. I’m glad you got the opportunity and you’re so happy about it. Aaaand since I forgot to close the garage door and bring my backpack with me, why don’t you go in and tell my parents all about the good news while I go do that and change out of these clothes?”

“Can do KP; see you inside.”

Ron turned and headed up the walk, while Kim did the same in the opposite direction. Once she was around the side of the house, Kim came to a stop, standing staring down at the driveway unseeing as thoughts whirled and twisted in her head.

Ron going to Paris was too much of a coincidence. But then again, Shego said she’d only gotten the idea for Kim to move in with her last morning, so there was no way she could have set this up in less than a day—unless she’d been lying. It seemed like something Shego would do… though Kim didn’t know if Shego could pull it off or not. It would take an awful lot of money and influence to have set this up. Unless of course Shego already had a serious investment in Bueno Nacho or something like that—it was possible after all.

In the end Kim decided she had no choice; if Shego was capable of doing something like this without even asking her, just to get her way—or at least, to try and increase her odds of getting her way—she had to know. Pulling out her Kimmunicator, Kim hit the direct link to Wade while she resumed heading for the garage. By the time she’d retrieved her backpack the young genius was on screen answering her call.

“Hey Kim, I was just going to call you… well, in an hour or so anyway, after I ran a few last tests on those hard drives you brought me.”

Despite her own pressing issue, that statement sidetracked Kim enough to ask; “Have you got something on Corscan?”

“Yes and no—more no than yes unfortunately. The hard drives you brought me were wiped clean by some kind of high intensity focused magnetic field before mirrors of the original data—minus all the false information—were installed on them. Given how clean and smooth the magnetic patterns left on the unwritten portions of drives are now, I’d usually say that the only way it could have been accomplished was by running them through a very large magnetic resonance device programmed for the task, buuuut, then again, your brothers did invent a portable silicon phase disrupter the year before last, so I can’t really rule out something smaller being used on them right there in the offices instead. If it was something like that, it’s more confirmation that Corscan and the people working for her have access to some serious cutting-edge tech though.”

“How serious?”

“Serious serious; like the experimental next-generation Global Justice equipment we know about, or the you-know-what in the back of your you-know-where that we still haven’t finished testing yet.”

“That’s pretty serious.” Kim said thoughtfully. A second later she gave her head a little shake. “But, it’s not like we weren’t almost sure of that anyway with the holo-projectors and supersonic jets and hover bikes, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Wade somewhat reluctantly agreed.

“Anyway, thanks for the update, but that’s not the reason I called. Have you heard about Ron’s news yet?”

“Ummm, I don’t think so, no.” Wade hazarded, unsure of what Kim was referring to.

“Apparently he’s been accepted for a junior apprenticeship program sponsored by Le Cordon Bleu, and he’s going to Paris for a month to study cooking.”

“That’s great…” Wade paused, noting Kim’s expression, and then hesitantly added; “ahhh, isn’t it?”

“Well it’s great if it’s on the up-and-up, but with everything that’s going on, I’m worried it might not be.” As soon as she said it, Kim realized that she wasn’t misleading Wade after all—or at least, she wasn’t solely misleading him. It actually was possible that Ron’s good fortune might be something Corscan arranged instead of being Shego’s doing, though she hadn’t the foggiest idea why she’d do it.

“Ahhh, gotcha Kim. You want me to look into it for you and see if I can find anything suspicious, right?”

“Please and thank you.” Kim smiled gratefully. “Ron said he got into the program by signing up for it way back when we were working at Bueno Nacho, which is why it sounded fishy to me, what with him not working there any more and all, but he said the program was structured so it kept going whether he worked there or not, like his Naco royalties.”

“Well, it is possible, but I agree that it’s pretty suspicious. I’ll see what I can find out and get back to you in a few hours, all right?”

“Ok, thanks Wade.” Kim replied before cutting the connection with him. After she’d put her Kimmunicator away again, Kim took a deep breath and then released it in a long, strong, controlled stream of air, relaxing as she let it out. In a little while she’d know for sure if anything weird were going on or not. She really hoped there wasn’t, both for Ron’s sake and her own peace of mind, but it was better safe than sorry.

Shouldering her backpack, Kim closed the garage door and headed inside. Now all she had to do was survive being trapped in a small, confined space with her family and Ron for the next day and a half. She might love them all each in their own special way, but honestly, she would have preferred finding out that Corscan and Shego were secretly teaming up to take over the world or something, and that she was the only one that could stop them. That would have been so much easier on her nerves than the coming trials were going to be…
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