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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 made slightly better time on the return flight, heading in for her approach on the private airstrip outside of Sperlonga in just under an hour-and-a-half. She also set the Piper Cub down much more smoothly now that she wasn’t worried about where she was landing, which, after she’d brought the plane to a full stop a short distance from the hangar, elicited a grudging “not bad, not bad” from Shego.

Once the group disembarked from the plane, Kim started heading for the car, only to be brought up short by the sound of Shego clearing her throat before dryly intoning; “Hang on there Princess; don’t forget your paperwork.”

Looking back over her shoulder to find Shego still standing next to Franco, who was filling out the last few lines on her flight time documentation, Kim appeared suitably embarrassed as she turned around and walked back to the pair.

“Now normally I’d be asking if you were going to pitch a fit if we rounded up your flight time to two hours each way, but since you actually seem to need the practice, we’ll just go with the three hours or so you really logged.”

“Hey!”

Shego simply raised an eyebrow and stared at Kim with a level gaze, the faintest of smirks curling one side of her black-painted lips, whereupon the redhead quickly found herself looking down at her shoes and the surrounding ground self-consciously.

Grinning openly now, Shego turned her attention back to Franco, who had ignored the entire exchange as he completed the forms on his clipboard. A few moments later the man looked up and nodded, removing a copy of the paperwork and handing it to Kim. As the redhead took the two pages, Franco addressed her in a long spiel of Italian that she couldn’t really understand, but taunted her with its similarity to the French she did know.

After he was done, Kim turned to Shego and asked; “What did he say?”

Shego’s smile twisted to a slight smirk as she replied; “Just that you’ve got some talent, but you need to stop fighting the air currents so much and learn how to anticipate and work with them instead.”

Kim turned back to Franco and nodded, thanking him despite not knowing if he’d understand or not—and not even finding out, since he showed no sign one way or the other as he gave a single brusque nod before turning his attention to the plane, starting to check it over carefully in preparation for returning it to the hangar.

“C’mon Kimmie, let’s get going.” Shego idly commented as she turned and headed for the car.

Nodding, Kim fell in alongside her and a few minutes later they were on the road and heading back to Shego’s house. As they drove, Kim once again found herself watching the countryside more than anything else, though she had noticeably less opportunity to do so since Shego took the direct high-speed route along the highway this time instead of detouring through Sperlonga. As a result, soon enough Shego was pulling the muscle car into the garage and shutting the engine off.

As Shego got out of the car she paused for a moment, considering, and then said; “Ok, I’m sure you’re eventually going to need to go somewhere on your own, for whatever reason, so… for now you can use the Ducati and the Honda. I want to see how well you drive before I decide which cars you can use.”

“Ummm, then why didn’t you have me drive back here?” Kim inquired as she got out of the car.

“Cha, right! Like I’m going to let you get behind the wheel of my baby here without any idea if you can handle her or not.” Shego’s smile took some of the bite from her words as she headed out the door, but not much.

“I’ve been driving for close to a year now Shego.” Kim shot back dryly as she followed the pale woman outside.

“M’humh, yeah, and that would be what? The family minivan? Your father’s boat? ATVs, bikes, snowmobiles, maybe some experimental something or other? Any of that sound like a rebuilt muscle car with over twice the juice it’s supposed to have?” Shego triggered the automatic door and started walking away while it closed behind them.

Kim sighed in annoyance as she kept pace with the other woman. Losing points and arguments to Shego was going to take some getting used to. “All right, I guess you’ve got a point there.”

“M’hmmm. Here’s another one; do you even know how to drive stick?”

“Yes Shego, I learned how to drive manual when I took Driver’s Ed last year.” Kim’s tone was dry once more, but it returned to normal as she continued. “It’s actually one of the reasons why everyone hated having Mr. Barkin for that class; he wouldn’t pass anyone unless they could handle a manual transmission, which so wasn’t part of the curriculum.”

“Sounds like a smart guy to me.” Shego paused for a second before adding; “The real question is; how often have you driven stick since then?”

“Oh, well…” Kim stalled for a moment before reluctantly admitting; “Ahhh, not… much?”

“Translation: not at all.” Shego smirked. “Am I right?”

Kim sighed again, this time morosely. “Yes…”

“Well there you go then. Next time we go to the airstrip we’ll use the Lamborghini and you can show me what you’ve got.”

“Wait, lemme get this straight… you’re ok with letting me drive your Lamborghini, but not the other one?”

“I didn’t practically build the Lamborghini with my own hands, I just bought it. I can buy another one just as easy if you strip the gears or roll it or anything like that.”

“Shego, I’m not going to destroy any of your cars.”

“Yeah, you say that now…” Shego smirked as she input the security code into the keypad by the front door.

Kim huffed in annoyance and rolled her eyes, but at least she knew Shego was teasing now.

Entering the house with Shego a few moments later, Kim paused as she noticed the other woman stop after closing the door behind them and begin taking her shoes off. After a moment’s hesitation Kim copied her, briefly checking the soles for dirt when she saw Shego doing the same.

Turning her attention to Kim after finishing her inspection, Shego pointed to an enormous boot tray next to the front doors and instructed; “Anything too muck-encrusted to be carrying around goes there, along with any work boots you want to leave there full-time because they’re always dirty. You need to watch for stones caught in your treads too; they’ll scratch up the floors otherwise. There should be a mat by the front door of your rooms too. You can put anything you’ve got that’s just a little dirty there if you want, and it’ll be taken care of by the staff the next time they come around. Same goes for stuff left here for that matter…”

Kim nodded her understanding, accustomed to taking her shoes off at the front door at home, and Shego started heading for the stairs. Halfway across the hall Kim stopped suddenly as she remembered something.

“Ahhh, Shego?”

Shego looked over her shoulder and then paused as she saw Kim standing there looking at her hesitantly. “Yeah?”

“You asked me to remind you about the security systems or something?”

Shego blinked a few times, then her eyes widened slightly as she remembered her intention earlier in the day. “Oh yeah, right. Thanks.” Shego paused for a second, looking upstairs and biting her lower lip faintly as she considered, then turned her attention back to Kim, saying; “Ok, c’mon.” before heading straight for the door to the waiting room adjoining her office.

Following along behind, Kim left her sneakers next to Shego’s shoes and purse when the pale woman set them down by the door before going through it, though she was certainly a bit curious as she did so. A short time later she found herself standing in a corner of Shego’s office, right next to the bathroom door, while the other woman looked at her with a measuring gaze.

“Ok Kimmie, I’m going to offer up a little trust here. This isn’t just the security and strong room for the house, it’s also the operations center for my work, understand?” Shego waited until Kim nodded before continuing. “That means the only time I expect to see you in here is when I bring you in, or if this place is under full scale attack, got it?”

“Ok Shego, I understand.” Kim replied solemnly, both surprised and touched that Shego would be willing to trust her with this.

“All right then.” Shego turned to the bare wall on the right and reached out, carefully pushing down on the wood in two spots to open a perfectly concealed door, which revealed yet another door behind it, this one composed of solid titanium and rigged with a keypad and palm-print scanner.

Turning back to Kim for a moment to make sure she was paying attention, Shego placed her left hand on the scanner and punched a sixteen-digit code into the keypad while reciting it out loud. A second later there was a deep, muted harmony of clanks from the door and it swung inward on whisper-silent hinges, revealing it was at least nine inches thick.

Looking at Kim, Shego asked; “Did you get that?”

Kim blinked, then responded; “Ahhh, noooo. That had to be what? Ten, twelve, fifteen numbers long?”

“Sixteen actually, and you’d better learn it fast, because you ain’t leaving until you do…” Shego tossed off over her shoulder as she stepped into the room beyond the door.

“You can’t be serious.” Kim replied in a dry tone as she followed Shego in.

“As a heart attack Princess.” Shego’s tone was dead serious.

Kim’s response died on her lips, unspoken, as she took in the room Shego was heading into. The door they had come through was in the right-hand corner, and the most easily overlooked thing was a three-foot wide stairwell a little less than ten feet in front of it, leading downstairs. To the left was the room proper, ostensibly around eighteen feet square, with another titanium blast door off-center on the left-hand wall, which Kim believed would lead out into the main hall. The upper right-hand corner was occupied by a series of computer banks and control consoles running about seven feet along either wall, with a large angled view screen centered in the corner and dozens of smaller monitors mounted on the walls above the consoles. A high-backed, solid-looking padded swivel chair rested a few feet in front of the complex control center.

Taking another step into the room, Kim continued her fascinated examination of its contents. There was a large cabinet-style wardrobe unit along the far wall, starting in the left-hand corner and running nearly ten feet, with a series of clear plexiglass doors and muted internal lighting that revealed it was filled with a double row of multiple sets of Shego’s costume, complete with boots, clawed gloves, and calf-pouches—though Kim took note that they were all the older version, not the new one Shego had been wearing lately.

A single complex unit of shelves and cabinets occupied almost the entire length of the near and left-hand walls, stopping just a few feet short of either door. Each compartment in the unit was illuminated by subdued lighting radiating from the back wall, and was enclosed by a clear plexiglass door that appeared to have an airtight rubberized seal around it. Arrayed throughout the many sections were a plethora of countless high-tech gadgets and devices that Kim could only begin to guess the purposes of, aside from a slim handful that seemed readily evident to the redhead.

The sole remaining feature of the room was a workbench some three feet wide and six feet long, placed in the exact center of the open area and running parallel to the shelf unit, with several drawers and cabinets built into it, though these were of simple wood instead of plexiglass.

Unlike the rest of the house, which had honestly surprised Kim with its normal and varied colors, this room was more what the girl had—perhaps with a certain degree of naïve prejudice—expected from Shego in the way of appearance as well. The floor was a black-and-green checkerboard of matte linoleum tile, the ceiling was split diagonally down the middle between black and green, each wall alternated between black and green, the long wall unit was green with black shelves, the workbench was black with green drawers and doors, and the control center was green with black frames around the monitors and black controls in the individual consoles.

The sound of Shego snapping her fingers a few times brought Kim back to herself.

“I said c’mere.” Shego griped sharply, her annoyance mild but obvious.

“Humh? Oh, sorry.”

Kim stepped over to where Shego was standing in front of the control center, and as she approached, the other woman pushed the padded chair to the left, all the way out of the area, then gestured to where it had been. “Just stand there for a minute or two, ok? And try not to move…”

As Kim complied, she asked; “And I’m doing this why?”

“I need to scan your biometrics into the system.” Shego replied in a distracted tone, flipping a switch to turn the monitors on and then using one of the keyboards to work her way through several interfaces until she found what she was looking for. “Been a while…” she muttered under her breath before setting some parameters and then stepping back from the console, moving over to stand next to the chair.

“All right, just stand still until I tell you to turn around, ok?”

“Ok.” Kim’s response came only an instant before three broad, flat scanning beams shot out from just above the central monitor and either end of the control center, slowly sweeping down her front and both sides from the top of her head to the soles of her feet and then back up again.

“Ok, turn around now.” Shego instructed when the beams paused upon reaching the space just above Kim’s head.

Kim turned around and stood still as the beams swept over her once more, all of them terminating once they finished scanning her from top to bottom to top again.

As soon at the beams shut off, Shego moved back to the console she’d used to start the procedure and spent a few minutes inputting Kim’s data into the master control system. While Shego worked, Kim watched the screen with no real idea what was going on, other than recognizing images of her infrared heat signature, retinal patterns, and a much more detailed infrared scan of her physical parameters that was pretty much a grayscale three-dimensional image of her naked.

Once she finished registering Kim’s biometric signature with the system, Shego gestured to another palm-scanner that was at the far end of the left-hand console. “Put your left hand on that for a minute and we’re almost done.”

Kim nodded, even though Shego couldn’t see it, and moved over to comply. About thirty seconds later a green bar of light rolled up and down the scanner a few times and then Shego said; “Ok, all done. Wipe down the scanner.” Shego paused, looking up and over to Kim, locking gazes with her. “Always wipe it down, every time you use it, understand? That goes for the door too…”

“Ummm, ok.” Kim was just a bit thrown by how serious Shego was. Looking around and finding an economy-sized box of Handi Wipes sitting on top of the console, Kim took one and cleaned off the scanner. As she did she asked; “Can I at least know why?”

“There is a chance, however small, that someone might be able to use prints left on the scanner to circumvent it. No prints, no chance. Considering it only takes a few seconds to deal with that, there’s no reason not to, get it?”

“Ok, that makes sense.” Kim nodded, both to Shego and to herself, making a mental note to start doing the same thing with the scanner in the back of her closet at home.

After about another minute or so of fiddling with the security programs, Shego straightened and looked over to Kim.

“Ok, pay attention here. First of all, in order to even use this thing you have to put your hand on the scanner and verify your identity with a twelve number access code. After that, the system will accept commands from you until you leave this room for longer than thirty seconds. Then it resets and you have to verify again. Got that?”

Shego waited until Kim nodded before continuing.

“Aside from your usual alarms this house has two more layers of security. The first would be a series of automated antiaircraft guns, missile batteries, and antimissile systems concealed around the perimeter. They run off a fairly complex AI system that’s programmed to shoot down anything that looks like a threat. This,” Shego pointed to a specific console, “is where you control that. You can shut it down, put it on standby mode like it usually is, or switch to active mode, deploying the batteries from concealment. You can also activate manual fire controls from there too.”

Kim’s eyes were considerably wider than normal as she asked; “Don’t you think that’s just a bit… much?”

“No, no I do not.” Shego stated plainly. “I wouldn’t have them if I did. Never forget Kimmie, it’s not just the ‘good guys’ I’ve got to worry about thanks to some of the things I’ve done, and I’d rather be safe than sorry if that’s ok with you.”

Kim nodded, though not without some reluctance, and Shego continued.

“The second layer is a series of automated weapons pods concealed throughout the house and the grounds outside. They run on a separate, even more complex AI system that activates under two conditions. The first is if anyone triggers panic mode on any of the control panels in the house—you do that by pressing the top left and bottom right buttons at the same time three times in a row. The second is if anyone who isn’t in the system tries to get into this room or fires any kind of weapon on the grounds. Once they’re activated, the pods fire on anyone they detect who isn’t in the system, using SHOC cannons against unarmed targets or targets that aren’t hostile yet, and switching over to lethal ordinance against armed targets that are actively hostile—or targets the SHOC cannons don’t work on.”

Kim nodded—again somewhat uncomfortably—and Shego pointed to a series of controls on the right-hand console.

“This is where you control those systems. Just like the anti-air defenses, you can disable or activate them from here and assume manual targeting control, as well as override the standard protocol so that the system defaults to the SHOC cannons or lethal ordinance in all cases. You can also quick-tag anyone who isn’t in the system as friendly so it won’t target them, but that isn’t completely reliable. Best case there’s a ten percent chance of error. Worst case, if things get really chaotic, it goes up to about thirty, thirty-five percent. But it’s better than nothing.”

“So basically you live in a fortress.” Kim’s tone was serious and somewhat troubled.

“Like I said, better safe than sorry.” Shego’s response was equally serious, before she relaxed just a tad, her voice taking on a conciliatory tone. “But hey, none of these systems have ever been used in the four years I’ve called this place home—which would be about just under two years of actually living here off and on—so don’t sweat it Kimmie.”

“I guess…”

“Now, aside from all that, there’s just one last thing to do…” Shego moved over to the central keyboard underneath the main monitor and called up three programs, two of which were simply box displays of a pair of sixteen-digit numbers. The final one was an input and confirmation box for a twelve-digit number.

Turning back to Kim, Shego said; “First number opens all the other door locks in the house. Second is for the three doors to this room—the two up here,” Shego directed her gaze to either door briefly, “and the one at the bottom of the stairs. Last number will be whatever you put in for your security code to use this control center, got it?” At Kim’s nod Shego gave a little huff of a sigh and concluded; “Well, that’s that. I’m gonna to go let down my hair and then get started on supper. You come find me once you’ve memorized everything.”

As Shego started heading for the door Kim quickly spoke up; “Wait, you really were serious about that?”

Shego paused, looking back over her shoulder. “Absolutely. You wanna eat tonight, you make sure you can recite those three codes by heart when I see you next.”

“Oh come on Shego.” Kim pleaded.

This time Shego turned around and crossed her arms beneath her breasts, giving Kim a level stare. “What? You got something better to do?”

“Well no, but—”

“But nothing!” Shego cut Kim off brusquely. “This is important, you need to do it, and you know it, so just do it already. The sooner you start, the sooner you finish, right?”

Kim sighed resignedly, grumbling; “All right, all right, I’ll do it.”

“That’s better.”

Shego turned and headed out the door, while behind her, Kim made a face and stuck out her tongue before turning and retrieving the chair Shego had moved earlier. Sitting down in front of the keyboard, the redhead pondered for a few moments, then quickly and decisively entered her own and then Ron’s birthday as her twelve digit access code. There was no way she could forget that, and the mix of numbers was fairly random as well.

Moving on to the next task, Kim leaned back in the chair and set her agile mind to committing the two longer numbers to memory. Fortunately for her, she knew several tricks to help with that, along with being in near peak form when it came to studying, thanks to her increased scholarly efforts over the last few months. With less than twenty minutes of intense concentration, Kim could recite both numbers quickly without making a mistake seven times out of ten, and at a slower pace that gave her more time to think, her error rate was only one in twenty.

Standing up from the chair, Kim stretched a little and rubbed her eyes, having stared at the monitor with perhaps a little more intensity than she should have.

Reaching out to turn off the monitors, Kim paused, looking around the room instead. She was all alone, with Shego nowhere to be seen—or rather, nowhere to be seen until Kim used the control center to call up a grayscale infrared view of the kitchen, where she found Shego in the opening stages of getting everything ready for supper. Despite knowing it was wrong—or was it?—there was a voice in the back of Kim’s head telling her she’d likely never get an opportunity like this again. All of Shego’s villainous secrets were right here in front of her, just waiting to be discovered. It would give her an edge unlike anything else; all she had to do was contact Wade, scan everything in the room for him, and then plug the Kimmunicator into the control center so he could pull every last byte of data from it.

Kim stood in front of the monitors staring with unseeing eyes, still as a stone, paralyzed by the indecision and conflict tearing at her. For the first time in a long while her sense of right and wrong was set against itself equally. Shego was still on the wrong side of the law at the very least, if not necessarily “evil” by Kim’s growing understanding of her, and that meant she should do everything she could to get an advantage over her in case she ever needed it. Shego was also the woman who had invited Kim into her home so they could try and see where their growing relationship might lead, and who had trusted her enough not only to give her access to her most closely guarded secrets, but moreover to leave her alone with them unsupervised.

In the end Kim vented a long sigh and then flipped the switch, turning off the monitors. However logical looting Shego’s secrets might be, she just couldn’t do it. Criminal or not, evil or not, it just wasn’t in her to betray a trust like that, even if it could come back to haunt her sometime in the future. If it did, she’d just have to live with it.

Kim was out of the room and pulling the door shut when, just in the nick of time, she remembered she needed to clean off the door scanner before she left. Running back inside, Kim grabbed a Handi Wipe and then left again, shutting the perfectly balanced titanium door with ease and wiping down the scanner before closing the outer concealing door as well. Looking around, Kim spotted a garbage can by Shego’s desk and tossed the folded towelette into it before heading out to the main hall. When she got these, she was perplexed by the fact that her shoes weren’t by the door anymore.

Looking around and finding neither hide nor hair of the missing sneakers, Kim dismissed the mystery for the moment, heading for the kitchen instead. The minute Kim stepped through the door Shego grilled her brusquely without even turning around from where she stood at the counter.

“Entry code?”

Kim rolled her eyes and paused a moment before reciting the code slowly but flawlessly.

“Strong room code?”

Again Kim rattled off the code fairly quickly, though this time she ended with; “Eight—no, wait; nine.”

“And your access code?”

“How would you even know if it’s right?” Kim shot back with smug sweetness and a self-satisfied grin. When Shego looked over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow and exasperated expression, Kim snorted, smirked, and fired off the shorter twelve-digit number so fast Shego could barely follow it.

“All right, pretty good Kimmie,” Shego turned back to the counter, “and in under a half-hour no less; color me impressed.”

“What, not… green with envy?” Kim snickered as she moved over to the counter to the left of Shego.

Shego froze for an instant, then growled; “You realize the only reason I’m not hurting you right now is because I don’t want to destroy my kitchen, right?”

Kim laughed and responded; “Oh lighten up Shego; I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Shego grumbled something unintelligible under her breath that Kim chose to ignore, instead asking; “So, what are you making for supper anyway?” After a short pause she smiled wryly and added; “Since I’ve earned it…”

Despite her current demeanor, Shego couldn’t help venting a quickly suppressed snort over that, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she answered; “We are making garlic fingers and deep-dish pizza.”

“Oh, that sounds—wait, we?” Kim’s initial enthusiasm quickly flipped to skeptical concern.

“Yes we; I’m not going to do all the work while you just stand there watching me. Speaking of which,” Shego turned and gestured to the counter behind Kim, “take that stuff and start mixing it together while I get the sauces started—slow and thorough; add about a third of the water and oil at a time, not all at once. When it thickens from batter to dough stop using the spoon and start using your hands.”

Kim looked behind her, taking in the big metal bowl of mixed white powder, two cups of liquid, one clear and the other a faint olive-gold color, and the mixing spoon with a hint of panic in her wide fern-green eyes.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea Shego. I’m really not the one you want doing something like that.”

“Oh please. It’s already measured and sifted and blended and everything, all you’re doing is adding the water and oil and mixing it up. No matter how bad you are you can’t possibly screw that up any more than having it come out a little lumpy.”

Kim shook her head and sighed, reluctantly turning and hesitantly picking up the cup of water. “Ok Shego, I’ll try—but if anything goes wrong it’s your fault, not mine.”

“Yeah yeah yeah; nothing’ll go wrong.” Shego returned dismissively.

Less than ten minutes later Shego found herself standing over the garbage can, trying to scrape out the stringy, rubbery, and impossibly, simultaneously slimy, runny mess that was stubbornly clinging to the inside of the mixing bowl.

“How in the hell did you manage to do this? I wouldn’t have thought it was even possible if I weren’t seeing it with my own eyes…” the pale woman griped incredulously.

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea for me to do it!” Kim snapped, not at all happy with having failed so spectacularly at the supposedly simple task, let alone to be reminded of her substantial cooking deficiencies.

“Well yeah, but… how could I have possibly known just how unbelievably bad you are at this until I saw it for myself?” Shego was still wide-eyed with disbelief.

“Hey! Watch it!” Kim’s harsh tone was close to a shriek as she objected to Shego’s statement.

Shego looked up with something vaguely resembling apologetic eyes, responding; “It wasn’t an insult, just a statement of fact.” Shego paused for a moment. “Well, ok, so maybe it was insulting, but I didn’t mean it that way.” A moment later she sighed and reluctantly added; “Annnnd I suppose I’m sorry for making you do it instead of just taking your word.”

“Yeah, well… I guess…” Kim muttered reluctantly, crossing her arms and leaning back against the counter. “So, what now?”

“Well, first…” Shego held the bowl at arm’s length and summoned her power, pushing it up into the metal until it permeated every molecule, then twisting the energy to produce heat and flooding the surface with an unbelievable temperature, instantly carbonizing the remaining mess coating the inside of the bowl to a fine ash with no more than a slight release of superheated steam.

“Now then,” Shego turned and dumped the ash into the garbage can while dismissing her power, “just what can you do in the kitchen Princess?”

As Shego used a paper towel to wipe out the last few specks of ash in the bowl, Kim sighed and answered; “Well, basically, if it’s something that doesn’t need much in the way of actual cooking or mixing or blending I’m ok. Heating frozen stuff, making sandwiches and salads, anything from a can… those are all things I can do no problem, but if it’s more complicated than that it’s usually a recipe for disaster with me—no ahhh, pun intended.”

“So you can handle chopping and peeling then? How ‘bout grating cheese?”

“Well, I’ve never done it before, but I can’t see why not.” Kim snorted and shook her head ironically, a faint smile on her lips as she added; “It is basically destroying a block of cheese after all; plays to my strengths, such as they are.”

Shego snorted and smiled herself, setting the bowl down on the counter. “Ok then, I’ll make the dough and finish up the sauces while you handle the prep work.”

Moving Kim over to another section of the counter, Shego detailed what needed to be done to the various fresh peppers, mushrooms, onions, garlic cloves, cheese, and the lone stick of pepperoni laid out around the cutting board. After that she went to work on preparing the dough again. By the time Kim had finished all her slicing, dicing, mincing, and grating, Shego had neatly and efficiently turned a mound of flour and various other ingredients into two huge balls of soft white dough, kneading them to a smooth consistency before placing them back in the bowl and putting it into the pre-warmed oven so they could rise a bit.

From there Kim got to act as the pale woman’s gofer, fetching and handing various things to her as Shego finished making the pizza sauce, garlic-and-herb paste, donair sauce, and frying some hamburger in one pan while frying the mushrooms to a golden-brown in another, all nearly simultaneously in a remarkable display of controlled chaos and easy, familiar experience with culinary matters.

By the time everything else was ready, the dough had risen enough that Shego deemed it acceptable for use. After retrieving it from the oven, Shego set Kim to work pushing and flattening out one of the two dough balls in the bottom of a big, well-oiled cast-iron pan, while she herself pulled chunks off the second ball and deftly rolled them into long sticks she flattened out next to one another on an equally well-oiled cookie sheet.

As she worked on flattening out the dough in her pan—a harder task than it sounded, given the dough had the tendency to spring back easily thanks to the slickly oiled surface—Kim looked over to find Shego halfway done with the lines of dough on her own sheet.

“You’re making individual fingers?” Kim didn’t know that much about cooking bread, but she had seen both her mother and Nana make twisty-bread on the major holidays over the years, and thus knew what the distinctive lines in the otherwise whole mass of dough meant.

Shego paused, looking at Kim for a second before returning to her task. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know… I mean, don’t they usually just slice it up with one of those round pizza cutter thingies?”

Shego snorted faintly. “Yeah, you can do it that way. I just like to take the extra step and do it right. Speaking of which; when you hit the edge, spread it out a little more and build up a small lip on the side of the pan, ok?”

“Got it.”

As Kim attended her comparatively simpler task, she couldn’t help watching Shego work, slightly mesmerized by the deft movements of the woman’s skilled fingers. It was only after a minute or so that Kim finally noticed something that made her give a little “humh” of surprise over the discovery—a noise that Shego did not miss, despite seemingly being occupied by her task.

“What?” Shego glanced at Kim as she asked the question.

“Oh, nothing. I just thought you had longer nails than that…”

Shego gave a soft, ripping snort and smiled wryly as she looked down at her short but well manicured nails, glistening with their slick coating of midnight green nail polish.

“I did. But, long nails don’t go very well with weight training and high intensity combat drills.” Shego gave a soft laugh. “You try pounding on a heavy bag with half-inch nails and see where it gets you.”

Kim smirked and gave a single amused “humh,” raising her right hand briefly and twiddling her fingers, displaying her own short nails and their pale pink glaze.

“Preaching to the choir Shego, preaching to the choir. I finally gave up trying to have long nails sometime last year. It just doesn’t work in our line of work.” Kim paused for a second, then her smirk deepened as she added; “Well, unless you wear clawed gloves or something like that.”

Shego snorted faintly and kept working, choosing not to comment on that.

A few minutes later the pair finished, and Kim watched Shego slather the garlic-and-herb paste all over the lines of dough on her sheet before burying it in finely grated mozzarella cheese. After that Shego assembled the pizza, adding nearly an inch of carefully layered toppings, sauce, and cheese to the half-inch of dough Kim had pressed out in the pan. From there the pan and sheet went into the oven, which was preheated to the point where even Shego had to take a step back for a second when the door was first opened.

“Well, there we go.” Shego dusted her hands off as she straightened up from closing the oven. “Twenty minutes or so for the garlic fingers, forty, forty-five for the pizza.” Shego turned to Kim. “You wanna eat them as soon as they’re ready, or wait ‘til it’s all done before starting?”

Kim’s brow furrowed ever so slightly as she considered—as well as gauged her growing hunger. After a few moments she replied; “I can wait if you want.”

“Ok, late supper it is then. You wanna set the table while I clean up in here?”

“Sure.”

Shego was still cleaning up by the time Kim finished setting the table, so in the idle moment the redhead found herself sitting down and, after taking off her fanny pack and setting it on the table, staring at her Kimmunicator, considering. She was still deep in thought when Shego came in from the kitchen and paused, studying her as she sat seemingly concentrating on the device in her hands.

“Something come up did it?” There was the slightest hint of concern underlying the curiosity in Shego’s tone.

“Humh? What?” Kim looked up to find Shego watching her.

“Something going on?”

“Oh. Ahhh, no, not exactly.” Kim gave a soft sigh.

“Then what is it?” Shego sat down across from Kim.

“Just thinking about contacting Wade… I need him to do a few things for me, and I want to know if he’s found anything more on Corscan too.” Kim responded, setting the Kimmunicator on the table for a moment in order to let down her hair and shake it out.

“And the problem with that would be?”

Kim met Shego’s gaze as she responded; “That I’m thinking about telling him where I am… or rather, who I’m with and why.”

If Shego had of been drinking anything at that moment, it would have ended up all over Kim’s face as a result of the announcement. As it was her eyes widened with considerable shock and surprise, and it took her a few false starts before she finally found her voice.

“Are you serious?” At Kim’s nod Shego shook her head slightly in amazement. “Do you really think that’s a good idea Kimmie? I mean, I really doubt your friends are going to understand this… on top of which, I really don’t want to have to worry about looking over my shoulder for whatever army your parents round up if word of this gets back to them.”

Kim snorted faintly. “Well that’s one thing you won’t have to worry about.”

“You sure about that Princess?”

“It’s Wade’s job to keep my secrets—on top of which, even if it weren’t, he might be a super genius, but he’s still twelve; he’d never think of telling someone’s parents on them unless it was something totally critical.”

“Oh, and like you shacking up with your arch nemesis isn’t ‘totally critical’ as you put it?” Shego shot back sarcastically.

“I thought Drakken was my arch nemesis?” Kim couldn’t help teasing with a wry smile and slightly raised eyebrow.

“O-oh pul-e-eeease.” Shego’s disdainful reply was so dry it lowered the humidity in the room, and caused Kim to rip-snort in amusement.

“Anyway,” Kim continued smiling and her tone was light, “no, unless I start robbing banks or something, my being here with you won’t worry Wade enough to do something like that. He’ll follow my lead like he always does unless there’s a real reason not to.”

Shego shook her head slightly, sighing faintly before resignedly replying; “All right, it’s your call. Just remember,” Shego’s tone turned deadly serious, “I don’t react well to being pushed, so if any vindictive, ultimatum hurling, out-for-blood parents turn up on my doorstep, you’d better hope I’m in a damn good mood or you’ll have to be real good at running interference if you don’t want them sporting a pair of smokin’ new Don King hairstyles, got it?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… a cranky Shego is a blasty Shego; like I don’t already know that.” Kim brushed off Shego’s threat without consideration, turning her attention back to the Kimmunicator. After a minute or so she gave a little sigh and called up the direct link to Wade, looking at Shego and saying; “Well, better now than later I guess.” before hitting connect.

Exhaling just shy of a sigh herself, Shego leaned back and crossed her arms, watching as Kim waited for Wade to answer, uncertain whether the redhead was making a huge mistake or not, but willing to let her decide for herself.
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