Shego was no longer weeping. Sure, sharp pangs of pain and loss, like double-edged swords, kept finding their way into her chest. But the important thing was that she had stopped weeping. You have to take the grieving process one step at a time, first with the mourning, then with the suck-it-up-you-wimp-and-get-over-iting.
The pain from when she had first heard the news was still raw; Kim Possible, her domestic partner, had finally run out of luck. The Buffoon had informed her he was right there when it happened, when she had slipped off the edge of the cliff trying to stop Adrenna Lynn from freefalling off it, when she… when she had hit the…
"Damn tears," Shego muttered, swiping at her eyes with a palm. "Damn achy heart. Damn Kim Possible. You were supposed to be perfect! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO OUTLIVE ME!"
"Mommy?" A young girl with reddish, wavy hair was standing beside the headstone. She looked about four. She tugged insistently at Shego's overcoat with a pale green arm. "Mommy, I'm hungry." The girl's face was Shego-determined, with a hint of the steel that would often emerge on Kim's own face during her missions.
Shego took a look at her daughter, at the sole remaining living thing she cared about. She could still fix this. Sure, it would not be as flawless a situation as it would have been unbroken, but she could still… fix it. With the glue of her love. Time would harden the structure, and the glue would ensure that they remained together, stronger.
The girl was now gazing silently, unfathomably, at the headstone, her green eyes wide and solemn. "Mommy, why did mommy have to go?" Though she had taken her other mommy's death harder than Shego had at first (with the non-stop bawling and the not-eating and the waking-up-from-nightmares-with-her-hands-lit-up-and-her-bed-burning), she had also been the first to accept it. Shego, on the other hand, was still plagued with nightmares of the same intensity as they were four months ago. Nightmares where she was there instead of the Buffoon, where she had been the one to watch her plummet, to make the trek down the 1000 foot cliff and see to the remains. To deal with Adrenna Lynn first, though her heart cried out for her to charge straight down that cliff and make sure Kim was alright.
"It was her time, Sweetie. She was needed Up There more than we needed her here," Shego said mechanically, almost as if she had been repeating that to herself, over and over and over… Oh, wait. She had.
"Now c'mon, sweetcheeks, let's go get you some lunch."
"Stop calling me sweetcheeks!"
"Alright, fine… Sweetcheeks!" Shego took off running, while giggling madly, towards the car, taking care not to run too fast for her daughter. Sweetcheeks had, in traditional Kimmie/hero fashion, given chase and was sprinting as fast as her skinny legs could carry her.
Yes, there was still time to fix this.