I don't any of Disney's characters named herein, and am using them for a story meant for entertainment purposes only..

Kim Possible: Child's Play

LJ58

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The secretary pointed when Ann Possible walked into the office with Shego to find Kim sitting slumped in a seat along one wall in the school office.

"Kimmie," both women asked, and Shego grimaced, and nodded to Ann.

"I'll talk to the boss," Shego told the neurosurgeon, and walked over to the school secretary as Ann went to her daughter, sitting beside her.

"So, what happened? She didn't hurt anyone?"

"Hurt anyone," the secretary replied to Shego with a faint smirk. "Well, she almost gave Gladys, our recess monitor a heart attack. But, no, she didn't hurt anyone. She just….showed off a bit, I understand, and have several teachers more than a little worried about copycats."

"Ah," Shego nodded knowingly.

"There's also an issue of her intelligence. In that, she is far beyond her grade level. Very far."

"Hey, we tried to tell the crazed broad downtown that Kimmie was way past this elementary crap," Shego told the woman. "So, what's going to happen now? The boss say," she asked, nodding to the principal's office, the door being shut just then.

"The principle will decide that. He's talking to the superintendent now."

"Like that'll do any good. That old bat won't listen to anyone. She's thick."

"I won't argue. I'm not sure why they hired someone from out of town, but she does seem to have a reputation."

"For what," Shego sniped.

The secretary only smiled, and said nothing.

"Whatever," Shego grumbled, and turned back to where Ann was sitting beside her daughter, and talking softly to her.

Kim had her arms crossed over her thin chest, and was looking less than happy.

Walking over, Shego sat down on the opposite side of Kim's chair, and said, "Principal's in conference. Showing off, huh," she asked blandly, eyeing Kim knowingly.

"They have us on swings. But they won't let us swing. They want me to do adding, and subtracting, like it's some big deal. And I am really, really, really bored," Kim huffed.

Next to her on the other side, Ann sighed, still a little envious over the way Kim seemed to open up more to Shego than her any longer.

"Well, you know, that's probably just about the speed these brats can handle. Not everyone was born with their throttle stuck on high, Princess," Shego told her. "I'm betting you gave your mom a lot of grief the first time around if you were anything like you are now," she smiled at the older redhead.

Ann smiled wanly.

"A bit," the surgeon admitted.

"Mom," Kim sputtered indignantly.

"Let's face it, Kim," Ann sighed. "From the first time you heard the family credo, you've been taking it to new extremes every chance you get. I honestly feared for you life more than once. And that was even before you started….. Well, running off to save the world."

"I wasn't that bad," Kim frowned. "Was I?"

"You scared your pre-K teacher to death the first time around doing stunts on the monkey-bars," Ann told her, making Kim blush, she since had so obviously just tried to repeat history.

"Oh. That," Kim murmured quietly.

"Then there was the time you tried to high-dive off the Middleton Water Tower with a homemade parasail," Ann murmured.

Kim sighed herself now, and glanced away, feeling a little sheepish just then as Shego tried to stifle her own sniggering.

"Let's not forget the first time someone hurt Ron, and you went over to 'teach them a lesson,' and I had to reassure all the boy's parents that you weren't really a bully," Ann went on.

Kim sighed in exasperation now.

Shego barely hid her smile.

Except for the comet in the face, Shego's own childhood sounded pretty close to Kimmie's. All daring, and bravado, and out to prove herself no matter what. Maybe that was part of why they felt so…..close. Then, too, there had been all the fights. You don't fight someone as long, or as hard as they had without finding a connection.

A bond.

Masters claimed they could assess someone's character with just the first blow of a session. She and Kimmie had fought for ages. That had to mean something.

Sitting here, trying not to smile at the little girl, she realized she missed some of that fighting. She had been helping Kimmie spar of late as she got a little older, but it still wasn't like the fights they used to share when the daring redhead had come crashing in on Dr. Dimwit.

She found herself smiling, and Kim, and her mother looked at her.

"Is something funny to you here," Ann asked Shego sternly.

"Oh. No, not at all. Just….remembering something," Shego said as she caught Kim eyeing her strangely.

Which was when they all felt the ground trembling.

"Oh, no," Shego sighed, shaking her head as the secretary leapt up, looking around in alarm as the trembling vibrations grew louder.

And closer.

The door suddenly all but shattered as Warmonga burst through it, slamming the panel open so hard, and so fast that glass and wood all but exploded before her as she bulled through the door.

Kim sniggered, earning another glare from her mother.

"Where is…..? Princess," the big alien woman stomped forward, looking ready to fight as she glanced around before kneeling to Kim. "Where is the threat? I shall vanquish it for you!"

Kim sniggered again as the principal jerked open his door, took one look, and slammed it shut again.

The secretary just stared, her eyes almost as round as her glasses.

"No threat, Monga," Ann told her quietly, Kim too busy snickering just then, unsuccessfully trying to stifle giggles behind her hands. "Just a misunderstanding."

"They wouldn't let me play," Kim huffed.

"Who dares defy the will of the Great Blue," the woman rose with ire in her tone. "I shall cleave them asunder, and leave their bones for the carrion-eaters." She looked down at Kim, asking, "You do have carrion-eaters on this planet, don't you?"

The secretary grimaced.

"Maybe we should enroll her," Shego asked teasingly.

The secretary looked ill at overhearing that.

"I'm fine, Monga. Really. I just….upset a few people that didn't think I was following their rules," Kim finally got out, resisting the urge to laugh out loud when she caught the principal peering from his cracked door again.

"Princess Kimberly is beyond mere rules," Warmonga declared.

"She likes to think so," Shego agreed.

"Not helping," Ann murmured at the smaller green-skinned woman. "Why don't we just go find out what the principal learned, shall we," she suggested, seeing the man trying not to be seen in the barely open door.

"Maybe you'd better tend to that one," Shego suggested. "So we don't have any more….misunderstandings?"

"Or broken doors," Kim giggled.

Warmonga continued to tower over her, but Kim showed no worry at all as she glanced over at the door, and then at the fretting secretary.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Nolan. Monga's really harmless," Kim told the secretary.

"Harmless," Monga sputtered now. "Really, Great One," she huffed. "Just because you, and your former battle-mate so easily defeated Warmonga does not mean you must insult Warmonga, too!"

Kim giggled again.

"Oh, I guess I better fix that door, too," Kim went on. "Really, Monga. You're going to have work on being careful with doors. They aren't all as strong as our house."

"Kimmie, maybe you'd better….."

Before Shego could finish, Kim waved at the nearby door that seemed to implode in reverse, all the damage, and glass repairing itself as if time had just reversed, and then the door was closed again, not so much as a crack in the glass.

The office secretary stared, mouth open, and slowly fell back, landing hard on the floor with a strangled gasp as she passed out.

Shego grimaced, exclaiming, "Ooooo, good thing those floors are carpeted," she told Kim when she glanced over at the woman.

Kim sighed.

"I forgot. No powers in public," she sighed. She glanced at Shego. "Gonna tell mom?"

Shego eyed the little girl, giving her a pouting expression, and sighed.

"She's gonna want to know about Mrs. Whatsis there," Shego reminded her.

"Nolan."

"Yeah. Her."

"Uh, delayed reaction to Monga," Kim asked hopefully.

"You really think she'll buy that?"

"Buy what," Ann Possible asked as she came out of the office just then.

Shego looked to Kim, saying nothing.

"What now," the neurosurgeon asked as Shego noted the principal didn't come out with her.

"The majesty of the Great Blue overwhelmed her unworthy subject," Warmonga blurted out, and Shego groaned.

"I fixed the door," Kim sighed, and gestured. "Mrs. Nolan kinda….."

"Fainted," Shego offered blandly.

Ann sighed.

"So, what's the verdict," Kim asked quickly, jumping up from her seat, and obviously eager to change the subject.

"Kim," Ann asked somberly. "What did we agree?"

"No powers in public," she sighed.

"I believe you even promised that Director woman you'd….behave."

"I know, but….."

"So, what was the verdict. Is she free," Shego asked with a faint smile.

Ann looked grim again.

"No," Ann finally admitted, making Kim all but pout now. "At least, not until a state authorized psychiatrist can asses her actual intellect, and give her mandated placement evaluations, she has to stay in class. That woman just won't bend."

"Man," Kim fumed. "That tanks."

"Kimmie," Shego rasped, rising to put a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down."

Kim looked down, and realized her hands were glowing. Brightly.

Ann eyed her daughter, and Shego, and sighed again.

"Kim, you have to know how things look here. We need to….."

"Conform," Kim asked sourly, the word a curse in her mouth.

"No," she told her. "But until we can…..figure out just where you're going, and how you're getting there, we do need to….. I just don't want to give anyone the excuse they need to try coming after you again," she told her daughter, reaching to pull her into her arms again. "And we both know that it is more than likely as you get older."

"Never fear, honored mother of Princess Kimberly, the long-awaited Great Blue. So long as Warmonga stands, none shall harm our cherished future leader," the big woman declared, thumping a big fist to her chest.

Ann sighed again.

Shego only shot her sour look.

While Warmonga had taken to skirts well enough, getting her to wear more than halters, or tube tops made especially for her was almost impossible. At least they had gotten her to stop carrying around that overgrown toothpick she called a spear.

That one had taken doing, too.

Sometimes, Shego thought that big woman was more trouble than she was worth.

Check that, she knew she was more trouble than she was worth.

Case in point, she thought, seeing the big doofus looking around, and only now thinking to ask, "You did not truly need Warmonga?"

"Not this time," Kim smiled, and reached up to pat one, big hand. "But I really appreciate you coming to check. Uh, how did you know about it?"

"Your answering box stated your guardian should come at once, because there was trouble at this facility," Warmonga told her grimly. "Warmonga chose not to take chances, but came at once. After all, it was a mere four zarbit run."

"You…..ran," Shego asked. "Across town?"

They all shared looks of concern.

"Shego," Ann told her. "Why don't you take Monga to the van, and I'll go see Kim's teacher, and…..try to explain things."

"Man, this still tanks," Kim sputtered as Shego's expression dropped again as she eyed Kim.

"It'll get better, Princess," Shego smiled wanly at her. "C'mon, Monga. Let's get you out of here before anyone else freaks."

"It's all right," Kim nodded at the bigger woman. "I'll call if I do need you," Kim assured her, knowing Warmonga had yet to take off the Kimmunicator band Kim had given her that first day.

Warmonga nodded somberly, and turned to follow Shego.

She pointedly did not touch the door.

"Let's go, Kim," Ann addressed her daughter. "I suppose I had better get to know your teacher anyway. This superintendent seems determined to keep you here for some reason."

"Maybe she's evil," Kim murmured thoughtfully.

"Kimberly Anne," her mother sighed. "Not everything is a conspiracy." She eyed her, asking, "Unless you have…..seen something again?"

"Not recently," Kim admitted with a look of genuine relief.

The past year her 'visions' had started to slow, and fade. They were a lot more rare of late, and while part of her was relieved that not every decision would be making her crazy now, part of her worried that it meant things might be headed toward something she couldn't avoid.

Something she might want to avoid.

"This way," Kim finally grumbled. "Just don't blame me when something else happens."

Ann said nothing to that as she followed her daughter down the narrow halls of the elementary school.

KP

"Still up," Shego asked when she climbed up onto the roof where she found Kim laying on her back, staring at up the stars.

"Couldn't sleep," the redhead grumbled. "Guess you couldn't either?"

"Monga's arguing with hawkers on the shopping network again. No, not on the phone. She is arguing with the tube again. Honestly, you'd think for so advanced a race they'd be more…..intelligent."

Kim only smiled.

"At least she's not trying to kill us anymore," Kim said, glancing over at the woman sitting cross-legged beside her.

"There is that," Shego agreed. "So, how did 'spear practice' go."

"I'm still trying to figure out a way to convince her I don't really need to go hunting. Apparently, all warriors are supposed learn by the time they are eight. As well as bring down their first kill."

"Wow. Talk about tough families," Shego murmured. "She never really tells me much. It's like pulling teeth getting her to actually talk to me."

"Well, you are still considered my battle-mate," Kim smiled over at her. "At least in her eyes. I still remembered how mom freaked the first time she figured out what Monga was saying."

"And that means….what?"

"Well, apparently from my lessons to date, if you talk to another warrior's battle-mate, you could be suspected of trying to seduce them. An offense that can, and does, apparently, lead to challenges, Duels. And, yeah, death."

"Whoa," Shego blinked. "So…..?"

"I just figured it out myself. She's afraid one of us might misunderstand the other's intention, and start fighting. She doesn't want to cause you trouble, so she tries to avoid you."

"It took you all this time to figure that out? What happened to that all-knowing brain of yours?"

"I think it's slowing down. Or it's been blocked, or something. I don't know," she sighed, looking back up at the star. "Maybe….because I'm trying so hard not to see, I'm starting to not see."

"Yeah, that made sense," Shego rolled her eyes. "You've been hanging around the beanpole too long."

Kim smiled again.

"I think, at heart, she is lonely. And doing her best to fit in. You heard her with Bludfist that day. She doesn't have anything left after we beat her. Even her own family wouldn't have accepted her after we….disgraced her."

Shego said nothing to that at first.

"She has you," Shego teased after a moment.

"You ever call your gramps since we bailed on him," Kim asked, ready to move the topic away from herself.

"Huh? Where did that come from?"

"I don't know. I kind of wonder how he's doing now and then. He did try to help, and….."

"He tried to shove you into a nursery, and me in a box," Shego scowled. "That old man only let us in, because he was afraid I'd scandalize him in front of his neighbors. Trust me, Princess," she growled. "He didn't give a damn about us."

Kim laughed.

"What's funny now?"

"You haven't called me Princess much lately. I kind of missed it."

"Yeah, well, you're nuts, too."

Kim glanced at her again.

"If you had a choice, would you want to go back?"

"To what?"

"The way things were? Following Drakken, and fighting, and…..stuff."

Shego sighed, and eyed the little girl who wasn't.

"I do miss our fighting. It was better than sex," Shego told her with a grin.

"Better," Kim squeaked.

"Oh, right. You were dating Stoppable. You don't have a clue, do you?"

"Shego," she whined.

"Sorry. Sorry," Shego said, not sounding too sorry. "Old habit."

"Break it," Kim scowled. "And I wasn't virgin. I just wasn't…promiscuous. I knew…. Uh, know about sex."

"Better not say that too loud just now. I'm pretty sure someone would get arrested."

Kim scowled.

"I still hate this. I feel grown up, but….."

"You're not. Trust me, I've noticed. I was changing your diapers for a while."

Kim blushed deep scarlet.

"Can't you forget about that," she rasped.

"But you were so darling," she beamed down at her. "Waving your chubby little hands, and always trying to crawl off before I could get a fresh diaper on that little bubble-butt….."

"Shego," Kim growled. "Do not make me kick you off this roof."

Shego smirked.

"As if."

Kim sat up.

"Wanna find out."

"No, she doesn't," her mother's voice rose just then. "You two get down here, and get to bed. You still have school tomorrow, young lady."

"Busted," Shego grinned impenitently at her.

Kim stared hard.

"So, what has you looking up at the sky so much anyway," Shego asked as they both easily dropped to her narrow balcony, and climbed in the window.

Shego went to her bed, which was in the same room since she remained her technical bodyguard, and Kim dropped onto her own bed that was at least better than getting shoved in a crib like before.

Then, too, Warmonga actually complained the first time she and Shego slept apart, declaring a battle-mate belonged with her warrior. Appearances, the woman declared, had to be maintained, or the inferiors might get the wrong idea.

Even her parents decided that following some of the big woman's directions were easier than trying to argue. Especially as there were still quite a few things Warmonga had yet to accept, or understand about Earth culture.

"I keep thinking, Monga does expect me to go…..there someday."

"Oh. So?"

"I was just wondering what it would be like. To go into space. Visit other worlds."

"And be worshipped by the dimmest bulbs in the galaxy?"

Kim lay back sniggering.

"I do need to figure out how to get around that whole 'conqueror of worlds' bit," she grinned. "Because it's so not my thing."

"Maybe it will be," Shego teased.

"Don't even tease," Kim grumbled.

"You girls get to sleep," James' voice was heard now, making them both giggle.

"Does he really think that actually works after all this time," Shego asked her.

"Hey, dad's traditional in his own ways."

"I've noticed. You ever notice he doesn't yell at Monga," she asked, her voice much softer now as they could hear the big woman ranting at the television even now.

Something about the unfairness of inferior weapons being offered as more than they were.

"That one's obvious," Kim grinned, laying back now, and adjusting her covers. "Good night, Shego."

"Good night, Princess. Pleasant dreams."

Kim stared across the dark room, and saw her bright eyes, and smiled.

"You, too, Shego."

To Be Continued…