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No Means No
(a Kim Possible fanfiction)
Ch. 2
Kim opened the door, and came face-to-face with… herself? She froze for what seemed a long moment, staring at the other Kim Possible, dressed in her trademark cargo pants and black shirt. Just to be certain, Kim looked down for a moment at her own pink tank top and blue jeans.
"Hi!" Kim greeted herself cheerfully from outside her own door.
"Um, hi…" Kim answered, uneasy. "What's the sitch?" she asked, perplexed.
"Hi, Kimmie," came a familiar voice from behind her almost-mirror-image.
"Shego," Kim answered curtly when the black-haired woman stepped into view.
Kim's eyes narrowed at the sight of her sworn enemy; her hands curled into fists, ready for the fight that was surely about to begin. Although Shego was dressed in normal – and quite stylish, she noted – clothes, there could only be one reason for this unexpected visit.
"I'm not here for that," Shego said brusquely, waving a hand. "We have a problem."
With that, Shego proceeded to brush past Kim and into the cheerleader's house. Kim watched, dumbfounded, as Shego walked right past her. The black-haired woman hardly spared her a glance as she went, the other Kim in tow. When her twin drew near to her, Kim thought she saw something strange.
Did I just wink at me?
Sensing the clone's hesitation, Shego gave her hand a tug. "Come on," she said wearily.
Coming back to herself, Kim realized the most dangerous fugitive in the country (if not the world) had just waltzed into her house.
"Hey!" she shouted in protest. "You can't just –"
"Shut it," Shego barked. Then a moment later, "Sorry, I thought it was the other you… Aw, hell. Just come in here, will you?"
Kim shut the door behind her and followed Shego's voice into the kitchen. The green-skinned woman was already sitting at the breakfast table, ticking her nails impatiently on the wood. Kim's copy looked coyly up at her from her own seat next to Shego.
Looking back at the restless thief, Kim was suddenly reminded of the other occasions the woman had been in her house, sitting at that very table. Shego's presence in Kim's kitchen had always been the harbinger – not necessarily of doom, but it had always been… interesting. Her curiosity outweighing her trepidation, Kim finally pulled up a chair opposite the strange pair and sat down.
"Well?" she demanded, as politely as possible.
Shego took a deep breath then began. "Well, Dr. D has this great idea… Stop that," she interrupted herself, looking sidelong at the clone. "He thinks the best way to beat you is…"
Her voice trailed off as Kim's twin – much to the cheerleader's surprise – nuzzled up against Shego, whispering something into her ear.
"What's the –" Kim began.
"Shh," Shego shushed, the clone and the cheerleader both falling silent. "Not you," Shego said to Kim. "I meant – STOP!" she snapped at the clone again.
Unabashed, Kim's twin continued her advances. Kim, thus forced to watch herself trying to make out with her arch nemesis in her parents' kitchen, blushed deeply. Shego pushed the giggling girl away again and tried to continue.
"Dr. D wants to beat you by destroying – hee-hee-hee – by destroying your – dammit, STOP THAT!" Shego said, now giggling herself. "You know I'm ticklish there!"
Shego pulled the clone's hands out from under the table and rather forcefully placed them on the table in front of her, admonishing the girl, "Behave."
Where had her hands been? Kim wondered suddenly, wide-eyed.
Shego intercepted the clone's attempt to nibble her ear again, planting a pale green hand in the middle of the girl's face. Kim watched, trying to listen to Shego's explanation. She wanted to hear what the raven-haired woman was trying to tell her, but Kim was fascinated by the rather odd copy of herself.
Noticing her staring, the clone fixed Kim in her intense gaze. Kim felt uneasy, looking across the table into her own green eyes. As Kim continued to stare, the clone took Shego's hand in her own, bringing the black-nailed fingers down to her mouth. Her eyes suddenly impish with indecent promise, the clone continued to hold Kim's gaze as she slowly opened her mouth, sucking Shego's black-nailed finger.
"O-kay, that's it," Shego announced.
Reaching with her other hand, she thumped the red-haired clone on the forehead. There was a quick flash of green energy, and the clone was out cold. Her head bounced once on the table, producing a solid thud.
Kim jumped a little, looking from Shego to the still form laid out across the table. Shego seemed unconcerned, wiping her reclaimed finger idly on her shirt.
Seeing Kim's concerned look, Shego tried to reassure the girl. "She'll be fine," she said, waving nonchalantly. "Won't even remember it when she wakes up."
Kim wasn't sure what was more unsettling: her copy's bizarre behavior, or the way Shego had apparently become accustomed to it.
"Anyway," Shego went on, all distractions thus removed. "Dr. D is trying to sully your… reputation with a bunch of nympho-clones. This one," she said, pushing the unconscious girl next to her, "apparently fell off the pumpkin truck last night, and found its way into my bedroom where it, uh… attacked me."
Shego, for the first time appearing uncomfortable herself, looked away from Kim as she finished, taking a sudden interest in the collection of magnets stuck to the Possibles' refrigerator.
Kim broke the ensuing silence first. "Okay, but…" she said slowly, confused. "Drakken is your boss… Why are you telling me all this?"
Shego shrugged, still not meeting Kim's gaze. "I may be evil, Kimmie... But I have standards."
"Do tell," Kim replied flatly, arms crossed, watching as her doppelganger drooled onto the table.