Author's Note: There will be mentions of Males Loving Males, Trans-genders, Males Loving Females, Hermaphrodites, and Females Loving Females throughout this story, so if you DO NOT like anything I've listed, please hit the back button now!
My inspiration for writing once again came from listening to songs. "Amazing" by SEAL, "盖世英雄(Gai Shi Ying Xiong)" by 王力宏 (Wang Lee Hom), and many others seem to appease my muses into wiping the dust from my creative platform. What ideas they gave me came together as a crossover story around Fall 2007. However, one of the muses (I don't remember who--probably Wade or Rufus) says to me, "You know, we've cut out a lot of scenes--let's recycle them for a second story." One thing lead to another, and soon the other muses voted on ditching the crossover for this and I can't say I've regretted it.
This is the first time I am attempting to write in present tense as well as a kinda action/romance/adventure/drama genre, so if you pick up some errors, do not hesitate to drop me a line and let me know.
Timeline: I apologize ahead of time for this but please assume that the Kim Possible Canon Universe is something a little further into the future and that this story starts about 14 years past that.
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" Be with You "
By SpaceRanger
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-------- -------- --- Prologue --- -------- --------
"Is that them?" He hears an unfamiliar female voice behind him asks in a low murmur.
"Yes." A second female voice acknowledges.
"The poor children... on the week of their birthday as well." A third female voice says.
"Hush!" A fourth hisses. "You're--"
"Don't hush us. And you, you shouldn't waste your pity those children. You know as well as I do that the fault lies with the fact that those children-" A fifth scoffs.
There is a growl from one of the women.
"Don't say that!" The second voice whispers angrily.
"You all know you were thinking it too." The first voice whispers back. "They're sick letting those devil incarnates live, I'm surprised that it took them that long to kill - "
"If the five of you are here for no other a reason other then criticizing the dead, I think it would be in your best interest to leave now before I throw you out." He spits out in a cold manner that shuts up the chattering women. Being the rich aristocratic vulture bitches that the five women probably are, he knew that in their minds they were scoffing at how rude he had been to them and 'He can't talk to me like that! Doesn't he know who I am?!'
He clinches his fists so hard that his knuckles turns white and he fights equally hard against the instinct within to tear into them, beating them into a bloody heap.
Think of the children. Think of the children Dammit! He growls to that instinct. None of children gathered here deserves the trauma of violent adults added to the trauma that came from this memorial. Especially them.
By them he is referring to the two children of the one the memorial is suppose to honor and it is they he is to protect. His eyes drifts toward their hiding spot within the shades of the trees about 5 feet from where he is standing in order to protect themselves from the public eyes. Eyes and cameras that are everywhere even though this was to be privately held. He turns his anger from the people who were cut from the same cloth as Rockwaller sisters to a certain International Police Organization, Global Justice.
They who are suppose to keep this "event" sectioned off to invited parties only. It seems to him that GJ's definition of "invited parties only" means invited parties plus 200 other guests who just happen to be rich, snobby, and unfortunately not a villain he's allowed to punch. The droning of speeches from these bastards and bitches alike are what's dragging out something that should've only have been ONE hour to something that's about to reach it's SIXTH hour because everyone had something NOT important to say about the one the memorial is being held for.
Even the super villains had more heart than the goddamn civilians when it came time for them to say something and it is this knowledge that has him wanting to crack some civilian heads on the walls until the world made sense again.
Maybe it was the fact that that it was now approaching the seventh hour or maybe it was the fact that he was leveling his glare at the host of this memorial. Either way, having said host finally step up to end the memorial was enough for him to slowly unclench his fist. Taking a deep breath he lets it out slowly, counting backward from 3000 to 0 as he repeated his breathing process.
He checks his watch again then looks around with a frown. He is more than ready to get the hell out of here but he isn't allowed leave until the last 'guest' is out. He restrains himself from glaring at the slow moving guests knowing from experience that his glare on civilians tend to freeze them in fear instead of making them leave faster.
Despite his restraint, the last of the lingering crowd did not disappear until as the stars return to the night sky. Still, the fact that they were finally gone allows him to relax from the tense state he had been hold in all day. He steps forward toward the children but stops when he hears the familiar footsteps of his once partner and mother to those children crunching through the fallen leaves. He makes himself stand as still as a statue so that he would not startle her as the two children slowly tilted their head up to look up at the female figure. Their mother nods in acknowledgment as she draped two small blankets over the only two children left at the memorial.
It is because of where he is standing that he could hear them when they began to speak.
"Ready to go?"
Both children hesitates a little before nodding slowly at her. It is with this same motion that they stand up, clinging to their respective books and blankets. Ronald Stoppable's heart cries for their loss as she takes their tiny hands into hers and leads them out of the memorial park silence.
Countdown: 5 days
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It is a small house out in the middle of no where. On the outside, it looks more like a rundown shack. To the occupants of the house, that is just fine with them. What the shack hides within is a simple but beautifully furnished home.
The only activity in this home is at what the occupants within calls "Floor Two." The floor plan for this floor shows two bedrooms, and a bathroom/shower area, a living room, and the kitchen.
The kitchen right now is the most active of all the rooms due to the hurried and desperate pace of the woman dressed in a blue jumpsuit at the stove. She moves in a slight jerky manner as if occasionally remembering something and is drawn to try to follow through but refrains from doing so in favor of quickly putting eggs, bacon, and toast onto each one of the 4 plates. All of which are slightly burnt with the exception of the egg that she is now putting to the plate that can be defined as a raw-ish sunny side up. The other three plates showed the same as the first except with different textures. One of the plate had an egg where the yolk is flattened into the white, the second is completely scrambled with cheese on top, and the last is so lightly scrambled that you can still see the whites.
The woman quickly sets the last plate to the table just as the pattering of two pairs of tiny feet, one pair slightly larger than the other, running toward the table set up just a little ways from the cooking area.
"Morning Momma!" The two young voices chorus, as they hurry to their seats. The woman looks up from her work and smiles at them briefly before going back to their breakfast.
"Morning kids. I'm sorry for being late."
"It's fine." The two chorused again. The woman goes to the light switch and flips on the kitchen lights when she finally notices that it had gotten darker. The light reveals the two children, a boy and a girl with the same black hair as their mother except without the green shine. The pale skinned 6 year old boy is dressed in an opened short-sleeves button up shirt with a blue etching 'Can' on the pocket and cargo pants and heating up the raw-ish egg concoction at her right with his plasma powers. At her left she has a slightly tanned 4 year old girl dressed in a pink tank top with a green 'Is' etching and black shorts and eating the eggs with cheese. The woman let the light shine on her showing pale green skin as she sat down where the lightly scrambled egg is while keeping an eye on her son to be sure that he didn't end up burning plasma through the ceiling.
A proud smile licks at the edge of her mouth when the egg goes from raw to being cooked completely (she stabs it with her own fork to be sure, drawing a cry of protest from her son when she takes a chunk from it) and (after she lets her son 'steal' the same chunk from her own breakfast by pretending to read the newspaper while she is eating) then gets covered by ketchup. Iskra giggles as she watches her family's antics which allows Shego to wink at her daughter, setting the little girl off again. Comfortable silence fell on the home again, the only sound being from fork hitting the plates and the occasional turning of the newspaper. Shego had just finished reading the Sports section when she feels a tug on her right sleeve.
"Momma?" Shego looks up from her newspaper at her daughter's voice and realizes that it is now completely silent even though neither child's plate are empty. Instead Iskra is looking down at the plate, her hand still on her sleeve and Kaine is poking at his food.
"Is it our fault that Daddy died?" Shego straightens in her chair and looks over at both children's sullen expressions with a frown.
"Where did you hear that?"
"Some ladies were talking about it at the memorial." Is Kaine's reply and the green-skinned woman holds back a growl of annoyance.
"No it's not your fault at all. Those people are just talking s--crap as usual. Ignore them." This seems to appease the children so the topic isn't brought up again much to Shego's relief.
Light conversation between the three slowly drives away the gloom at the table as talks drifted to the talent show (for the boy) and Show-and-Tell (for the girl). By the time talks about their respective homeworks began, the gloom is gone. It is really easy to get a 4 year old to talk about her homework (which consist of a page from her coloring and handwriting books). The 6 year old, on the other hand, is a bit of a harder shell to crack since his only interest is in devouring his meal instead of answering questions about his homework (which consist of reading and filling in blanks in a workbook).
"DOY!!!" The girl screams in horrified realization, startling the boy into spilling his Orange Juice on the floor. "Kaine forgots! Aunty Betty!"
"DOY!!!" The boy, Kaine, screams in equal horrified realization, his Orange Juice long forgotten. "Aunt Betty called while you were in the showers last night! She says she's sorry but she needs you back for 4 more hours today and would like you to go over the uh... the case that you were suppose to start tomorrow but because someone is bending rules, you have to prepare before... well, around 45 minutes from now."
"What?! Kaine! Iskra! Why do you two always wait until morning to tell me these things?!" Shego asks tensing up to quickly scoop her breakfast together for a sandwich. Kaine looks at his toast sadly and gives it up to Shego with a tearful look on his face. This would be the fifth time he had to give up his beloved toast this week. Taking pity on her forgetful brother, Iskra splits her toast in half and gave the larger piece to him.
"I'm sorry, I meant to say something yesterday, but... I forgot." Not having the energy to argue since she's been awake for over 27 hours Shego only sighs and says.
"Just... leave a note next time as soon as she calls okay?"
"Okay Momma."
"Anything else?" The two children pondered in thought as Shego stuck her breakfast in a Ziplock bag and jolted a note under the shopping list for more Ziplock bags before slipping it inside her uniform.
"DOY!!!" Iskra screams again. "Kaine 'pose to feed Rufus T-W-O this morning!" Kaine's eyes widen in horror at the mention of the beloved mascots of the GJ pre-K and elementary school, Middleton branch.
"We're leaving NOW!" He slides out of his chair and struggles a bit with lifting his backpack to slinging it over his shoulders while Iskra runs off to grab lunch from the counter. Kaine grabs Iskra's hand and they ran out of the house, neither of them looking back in their rush to attend to the naked mole rats. Rather, they would have if two long green arms had not stop them by engulfing the two in a hug.
"And where do you brats think you're going?"
"Awww Mo-om! I'm a big boy now, hugs not necessary." Shego scoffs and ruffles the boy's hair in retaliation of his remark.
"Humor me Brat Number One."
"Me too Momma! Me too!" The older woman laughs and with a fond "Alright, Brat Number Two" she ruffles her daughter's newly cut hair as well. With a kiss to each of their foreheads she pats them on their shoulders and shoves them toward the road. "Now you can go."
"Have a good day Momma!" The two chorus, waving at her before running out the house.
Shego watches them leave from the kitchen window and when she can no longer see them, she allows herself to slump against the counter tiredly. After a few seconds, she straightens herself and moves forth to gather up all the plates except the plain fried egg which she throws into the refrigerator, coverless. The plates are gently placed into the sink that is filled to the brim with dishes, and she began to clean the floor of the Orange Juice in the way of someone who had never cleaned the floor before.
She rubbed a few spots with several paper towels before tossing the plastic blue cup with its pink companion into the sink which she rinsed for a few seconds, dabbling at them with a sponge before putting it in the wired basket set so that any access water returned to the sink. A quick glance at the clock had her ignoring the plates she hadn't 'washed.' She curses loudly as she struggles to get a ketchup stain from the right cuff of her uniform. Her efforts does not give her a reward, for she only succeeded in making the cuff wet.
She gives up on the attempt and rushes to the refrigerator door filled with Post-It notes to make sure that her "home duties" are done and takes away the orange ones marked Breakfast, send Children to school, and-. A car honks loudly in front of the house and she dropped the Post-Its in favor of hurrying to the door. The green woman called out a quick good-bye as she rushed past a couple of pictures hanging on the wall that overlooked the dining table but blinded by the reflection of light. She shuts (and locks) the door behind her and runs toward the car where the driver is using the car horn to play "Pop goes the weasel."
If it was any other day, she would've been trying to tear said drivers head off. But it wasn't and so she sits in the back of the car where she looks out the window and stares into the weeping sky with tired eyes...
It has been 14 years now.
12 years since Shego stopped being a villain/sidekick
6 years since the day of their wedding as well as the year Kaine was born.
4 years since Iskra was born.
1 year since she joined GJ.
And 5 months since they officially announced--
Shego finally succumbs to her exhaustion, her eyes sliding closed in the process.
Countdown: 3 days
A/N 2: &Sigh...& It is to my complete annoyance that the movie has been licensed for America re-filming. It's not the fact that it's being brought over that I don't like, it's the fact that they had to do it just as I came up with this storyline.
Therefore, I will be trying, to get a few more chapters of this story out before the movie hits theaters. Just something to note, I will be borrowing many elements from the movie and TV show "Ima, Ai ni Yukimasu" not the book. Oh, I almost forgot, Kaine and Iskra belongs to me. If you want to borrow their names, just drop me a line.
That's it for now. I don't really know when I'll update next but I've got a few lines to the second part of Chapter One started so it shouldn't be for another month... maybe. We'll see... I would just like to ask you to please be patient with me and drop me a line if you see any problems.