Mirror, Mirror
AUTHOR: The Humbug
DISCLAIMER: "Kim Possible" and all characters within © The Walt Disney Company and its related entities. Kim Possible created by Mark McCorkle & Bob Schooley. All rights reserved. No profit is being collected from the fiction contained within.
SUMMARY: This is a little tale of an alternate pairing within my own personal "Who's Writing This Crap?' Kigoverse. Otherwise, you can expect pretty much the same tripe.
TYPE: Romance, Slash
RATING: PG-13 for intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adult females and should also cover some occasionally harsh language. No cheerleaders were harmed during the writing of this story. If any of this will offend you, please read something else and then seek professional help.
Mirror, Mirror - One
The loft apartment had come furnished with a bed that creaked and a skylight that let in too much cold air and mildew stains on the faded wallpaper. The lights were off and that meant that the rustling in the corners was more than just the occasional cockroach, but the dirty glass of the skylight allowed enough of the city's ambient light to fill the room with a muted glow. It wasn't the finest that Lowerton had to offer but it was cheap and available which suited the renter just fine.
"Ow!"
"Shush!"
"The knots are too tight!"
"Yeah? Well… too bad!"
"My arms are cramping!" The slim form on the bed shifted, causing the old frame to squeak. "My legs, too!"
"You kick too hard. Must be all that exercise."
"Untie me or…!"
"Or what? You'll kick me again? No way, baby girl." The larger form stood away from the bound shape on the mattress; it was a woman, tall and very fit, and she glared down at the girl wearing the uniform of a Middleton High School cheerleader and scowled.
"You're in no position to make demands!"
"I'll scream!
"There's a ball gag in my pouch. As I recall, you hate the taste."
The smaller woman cringed slightly and became silent. The taller form smirked and stepped away from the bed. She stretched and arched her back, popping a few vertebrae in the process.
"I really don't like having to chase you all over the city."
There was no reply from the bed other than measured breathing.
"It makes me tired and sore," the tall woman continued, "and more than a little pissed off." She ran long fingers through her hair. "You know that I hate to have too work so hard for what's mine."
"I'm…!"
"Hm?"
"I'm not yours!"
The tall shape reached out and snagged a chair, bringing it close to the bed and turning it around backwards. She lowered herself onto it, leaning over the back with her chin resting on her folded arms.
"Really?"
"I don't belong to you!"
"Well, it sort of looks that way from where I'm sitting."
"It's not!"
"Not what?"
"It's not like that! You don't control me!"
"Again…," the woman shrugged and gestured towards the knotted cords, "it sure looks that way to me."
"You let me up and I'll show you!"
The unbound woman shot to her feet and kicked the chair aside.
"You'll show me WHAT?"
The smaller woman on the bed didn't cringe this time; in defiance, the lithe shape squirmed and sat up on the bed, making the frame cry out as if injured. She swung her toned legs around so that she was perched right on the edge of the mattress and glared back up at her captor.
"If you touch me one more time, I swear that I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"
"And THAT is all the invitation I need to make you scream!"
The tall woman clenched her fists and advanced on the smaller figure. The woman on the bed struggled against the cords binding her wrists, going so far as to bite at the threads in the hope of gaining her freedom. There was no chance, however, that her sitch would improve before the tall form could reach her and was resigned to what was soon to follow…
"FREEZE!!"
They did freeze, both uncertain where the shout had come from. They had only time enough to look into each other's eyes before the skylight exploded and two dark shapes dropped to the floor in the middle of the room. They didn't stay there for very long as the smaller of the newcomers ran straight at the standing woman and the other moved to the bed and the trapped woman sitting there.
The woman watched as her rescuer lifted bound arms and legs, examining the knots with a practiced eye.
"Hold still."
Green light flashed and the woman's wrists were free. One second later and the green glow winked out after having similarly freed the woman's legs. There was no time for questions or answers because they were both distracted by a mighty crash from the far side of the shadowed room.
The taller woman was being held against the opposite wall by someone almost a head shorter than she was; the smaller shape had spun the woman around and had one hand clamped firmly at the back of the woman's neck while the other restrained the woman's hands.
"Hold still!"
"Let me go!"
"No way! You've got a lot to answer for and… OW!" The smaller shape hopped back a step after the tall woman had lashed out form a blind kick and caught the newcomer across the shin. It wasn't enough to gain her freedom and the woman felt the full weight of her attacker shove her even harder against the wall.
"Bad move, bitch!"
"Let me go, you hypocrite!"
"Need any help there, Princess?"
"Not against this piece of trash." Slender arms held the tall woman in an iron grip. "She'll have a lot to answer for back at Global Justice."
"What?!"
"Kim! Stop it!"
The last voice was louder than the rest, and oddly desperate for someone who had apparently just been rescued. The slender woman slid off the bed and shook off the remains of the lashings at her wrists and ankles and ran from the bed to stand behind the two struggling forms at the wall.
She was starting to cry and it made her voice quaver.
"You stop that right now!"
"Don't say another word, baby! Don't give her the satisfaction!"
"You… SHUT UP." Kim Possible didn't lessen her grip in the slightest as she turned around to the woman standing next to her. "It's ok, we'll get you out of here, take you home, and…"
"No! You're ruining everything!" She was crying harder now. "Let her go!"
The woman with her face jammed against the wall twisted her head around as much as she was able.
"Don't beg!"
"But she's hurting you!"
"She doesn't care! She has what she wants!" The tall woman coughed, dust from the wallpaper and her exertions affecting her breathing. "And she obviously doesn't care about you!" A thin line of blood welled at her lip and ran down from the corner of her mouth. The freed woman saw this and grabbed Kim from behind, managing to pull the redhead away from the wall and making them both tumble to the grimy floor.
"Let her go!"
Kim rolled and regained her feet; she had been prepared for a little hysterics but didn't expect quite that much resistance. Nor did she expect being forced off her feet by the very person that she'd come here to rescue; the attack had been more startling than anything but no less effective for than reason. She was prepared to give chase if necessary but quickly saw that no further action was needed on her part when the woman at the wall sank down onto the floor and massaged her neck while the slender woman in the cheerleading uniform quickly knelt down beside her.
"Baby, I'm ok."
"No, you're not! You're bleeding!"
"It's ok. I'll live." The tall, lanky woman gave her neck a crack and sighed. The other woman knelt beside her and dabbed at the blood with the hem of her yellow and purple skirt. They leaned into each other and before Kim could do or say anything, they were holding onto each other as if their lives depended on it.
"Shhh, it's ok, stop crying."
"They won't take you away! I won't let them!"
"It doesn't look like we have a choice."
"I won't!"
"Baby…"
"I'll explain everything! It'll be ok, I promise!"
The taller woman gave a weary smile and held the smaller woman tighter.
"You always see the brighter side." She kissed a damp cheek. "That's why I love you."
"I love you, too!" The smaller woman managed to smile through her tears and returned the kiss.
The figure on the bed stood from where she had been sitting for the last three minutes and ambled over to where Kim Possible stood in a mild state of shock. Shego pursed her black glossed lips and gently rested her gloved hand on her partner's shoulder.
"I'm guessing that this sitch is not going the way you expected it."
Kim shook her head and watched the two women as they whispered tenderly to each other on the floor.
"Nope."
To be concluded…
Author's Notes: Ok, now I'm confused!