Sorry for the long wait again. I've been working on some other stuff and going to anime cons on top of work and college, but you know how it is. With my time opening and my muse not being lazy anymore, I should be able to get out some more stuff as well, (like some chapters to my other fics, like my Azumanga one and Feudal Punishments). Until I get the actual next chapter out, enjoy this short little special.

This segment is for those of you who wondered just what Mr. Possible was talking about…

Disclaimer: Kim Possible does not belong to me, if it did…well, it certainly wouldn't be on Disney.

Silk Collars

By: Myself

That Was Not My Fault - Special

The event that had taken place a few weeks ago had been categorized as, in the mind of the brain surgeon, an embarrassing disaster. It was only made worse by the fact that her husband had refused to be silent on the subject after it had taken place for, not just a few hours, but at least four days afterwards. It hadn't made her humiliation any less…well, humiliating. There would be a moment when they were settled and silent, she rereading her expensive college medical books (because, when books cost at least 200 dollars an edition, it was good to make sure you read it 200 times), he reading his usual morning paper, and collectively the both of them peacefully thinking about the amazing progress of their super heroine child when Mr. Possible would suddenly blurt out something totally irrelevant to the current mood like:

"When we got up this morning I almost didn't recognize you with any clothes on."

Or…

"I wonder if any of the inappropriate naughtiness you do here you also do at work."

For a while, she'd assumed he was upset whenever he made such comments. She had been feeling rather guilty about the situation she had allowed herself to take place in and for him to have walked in on it…

Just like that last time…

But after a while she realized that she really had nothing to feel guilty about, after all, it wasn't like she'd been doing 'this' or 'that' with Kimberly's companions (for, unlike her husband, she knew Shego and Elizabeth were not 'animals' but people and to call them 'pets' and treat them as such felt a little silly to her, despite the false law floating about that made such actions a must. How anyone, including her husband, could be naïve to the fact that Kim had one grown woman and one nearly grown woman sleeping in the same room as her doing only Global Justice knew what was beyond her and it hurt her head to think about how her husband perceived reality), she had merely been disciplining them, or had been attempting to anyway. It wasn't her fault that James had decided to come home for lunch that day and had jumped to all sorts of conclusions about the affairs she had been conducting that day.

Though, she couldn't deny that she had been rather impressed (and a bit scared) when James handled the situation with about as much authority and grace as an experienced drill sergeant. He'd smoothly separated all three of them without effort or anger and she swore he'd been, dare she admit it, a bit amused at the situation.

Now, looking back on the event, the part where he'd daringly rescued her from the rabid 'dog' and 'cat' had been kind of…well hot (here in thought, she paused and snorted to herself. She was thinking like a libido ran teenager. The ability to use that word in such a way shouldn't have even been in her inner English dictionary anymore). Who would have known he could use a leash like that? Why, she wouldn't have minded being bound to the—

Okay, okay, back on track girl, back on track.

Sexy husband's bondage skills aside, his constant teasing was starting to grate on her nerves and she had a feeling he was waiting for some sort of explosive behavior from her otherwise, he wouldn't be goading her like this.

Like the last time…

However, while she had been passively enduring the joking and slightly perverted taunts of her husband, she could only take so much in two weeks time. The final straw had been taken place earlier that day and suddenly, giving him obviously what he wanted (she could hear his delighted chuckling as she slammed the door) she left the house to wander around the park in search of some sort of peace of mind.

During that walk she had received a text message (because, what mother wouldn't have a cell phone in this day and age to keep track of their 18 year old super heroine daughter?), though she hadn't recognized the number and while her first instinct was to instantly delete the message—it could have been something uncouth like porn or a chain letter, she'd gotten those before unfortunately—she naively opened it instead.

Come to the usual place and bring the stuff, you know who this is and what I'm talking about. Do not be late, I don't tolerate unpunctuality and I have very little patience.

I.

"How cryptic…I? Is that meant as a letter or a roman numeral?" She whispered while pocketing the cell phone and turning back toward the direction of her home, "Well, I don't really have a choice…and it has been a long time…I could use this."

So, two hours, a shower, and one long car drive later she found herself standing before the impossibly tall gates of a large estate. It was intimidating and impossibly huge compared to her own noble housing and at some point she had to stop craning her head back least she suffer some sort of neck trauma. So, with a sigh and a reserved sort of feeling settling in the pit of her stomach she hit the small square and white button that would announce the owner of the home of her presence.

Who is it.

While she knew the words were meant to be structured as a question, it sounded more like a demand. Coupled with the cold, agitated, and harsh tone of the accent the voice possessed it might have been a little menacing in the face of loiters, Jehovah Witnesses, and solicitors, but Ann didn't even wince, if anything she smirked. Besides, she knew the true power of the voice being muffled through the technology of the speaker, it was much worse in person and only if it was directed toward you.

Pressing the red square button besides the white she replied, "It's Red."

There was a snort of displeasure.

"You're late. You know how I dislike tardiness."

"Is Green there?"

"No…"

"Then, I'm not really late am I? You're only late if Green gets there first."

There was no further reply except for the loud sound of the gate being unlocked and automatically opening. Ah, the wonders of technology.

Stepping past the massive gates and ignoring their loud clang as they shut behind her she jogged up the winding, unnecessary pathway to the home she had been staring down just a few moments ago. Really, she thought, who walks down this thing and thinks 'wow, I'm so glad I had this long 20 minute pathway to our home installed so that everyday I leave or invite company over I can relish the beauty of our landscape'. Not that the lawn in question wasn't beautiful, with it's various gargoyle, mythical beast, and fountain statues, but after seeing such things so many times…well…

The door was open when she arrived and once she crossed the threshold she couldn't help but pause to take in the beauty of the inside of the home she only got to see so often. If it was one site she couldn't get bored from seeing, it was the inside of this home.

"Don't stand there with your mouth wide open, you'll catch flies."

Looking away from the large stairwell, the hanging chandelier, and the crystal banisters and other various decorations of those who held wealth she turned her head in the direction of the being who'd spoken.

"You sound more and more like my mother everytime I see you."

There was a snort from the direction the voice had come from and with a sigh Ann began to move down the hallway, searching for the familiar room they always meet within. Though, she had half a mind to take a peek at the expensive paintings that hung from the walls on her way down there, just to agitate the person who have told her to come here so rudely, she decided—after hearing a groan of frustration from the room she was approaching—that it was probably best to kick her butt into gear.

Just like in her memories, the room was gorgeous. It was small, but the way everything was spaced out made it seem incredibly huge. The ceiling was bowled outward and several lights hung from it to give the area a comfortable feeling. The lights illuminated the various leather chairs, the long couch up against the wall, the pool table in the center of the rooming, and the fancy bar on the opposite wall of the couch. This room, in all its hideously expensive glory, was a lounge for entertaining company, but today the comfortable leather chairs had been pushed aside, the pool table up against an open wall, and in the center of the room was a simple card table, three metal chairs, and the person who had demanded her presence.

"Well? Let's get this over with."

"You act like you don't enjoy our time together, Ivy."

The woman, 'Ivy', tilted her head to the side while allowing her site to wander toward a wall, fingertips stroking the nose of the black dragon's head cane that leaned against a crossed leg in thought about the question, however, it wasn't long before her solemn square-framed glasses covered gaze returned to Ann as she revealed a small smirk on her freckled face but otherwise, she wouldn't be getting any answers to such a question out of the elegant Russian CSI involved woman.

"Where is your friend?"

Ann sighed to this, moving to take her place on a side of the table on a metal chair. Grunting at the uncomfortable sensation she removed a simple deck of cards from her pocket and began to shuffle them as she leaned over the table.

Each card was moved with diligent care and skill. Her fingers, while experienced with doing delicate work on the brains of other people, also seemed to be able to gracefully manipulate and bend the playing cards to her will. If she hadn't gone to college to be a surgeon she might have been a dealer at some locale casino.

But, say that to her face and she might have become offended.

"She's your friend too."

"Is she?" Ivivian asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she shifted her tired legs and uncrossed them to stretch them beneath the table. "Always so late, so…so rude, not abiding by times and deadlines."

"Well, the message you sent was pretty bland, maybe she didn't know you sent it. You even forgot the usual 'D' you have after your 'I'."

"I was in a rush, had a meeting earlier today about something the children did."

"Yours or mine?"

"Both, I think." Here Ivivian narrowed her eyes as if trying to recall exactly what the headlines on the newspaper had said.

"'Green skinned terror blows up beautiful park landscape accompanied by eye patch wearing beast. The owner of the strange animals denied speaking on the subject when asked about it, simply replying with 'I plead the fifth'."

"Were you drinking tea when you saw that?"

"Yes."

"Did it explode out of your mouth and go everywhere?"

"Yes…but that is not the point of this conversation."

Despite that, Ann found herself laughing, hard, and annoyingly, which made the woman across from her twitch as she adjusted her glasses.

"A-hah. Hah. Hah…"

"Sorry, sorry. Okay, I'm fine. Just imagining it is all."

The sound of the door slamming shut caused Ann to jerk and Ivivian to leap to her feet. There was a loud obnoxious laugh then, and with a sigh of frustration Ivivian collapsed right back into the chair she had so eagerly leapt from.

"That happy to see me? It's been a long time since I've seen you jump out of your chair for me." The new arrival called from the threshold of the door as she swung around a pair of keys with one finger.

"Miss Ivanova…." Ivivian mumbled, sweeping her hand out toward the last remaining seat at the table while Ann grinned broadly toward the long black haired woman, "Please have a seat, we need to discuss some things."

"Hi, Minnie!"

Ignoring Ivivian's usual blunt business mood Minerva Ivanova took the last remaining seat to the left of the older woman. Despite her slightly grey highlighted hair, Minerva was nearly an exact copy of her infamous daughter, minus the green skin of course. The woman in question leaned back in the old uncomfortable metal chair, grimacing before she rose and dragged it into a corner of the room.

"What are you doing?" Ivy asked, watching her with a curious yet wary stare.

Grunting as an answer, Minerva shoved and pushed one of the large, expensive, and yet probably more comfortable leather chairs up to the table, settling into it with a sigh of relief and a chuckle of defiance.

"Making myself at home, Ivy." Minerva wittily replied as fingertips moved to take off the simple brown cap that hit her unruly and slightly spiked locks of hair. Her jacket too, was taken off swiftly and tossed over the shoulder of the chair but for some strange reason she kept the green scarf around her neck on as she settled back into the chair, comfortable finally, at last.

"This is not your home, so you can unmake yourself."

"How come you get a leather chair?" Ann suddenly whispered, pouting all the while toward the woman across from her.

"Because I'm the leader, I'm Green."

"Green was not the leader, Red was."

"Oh lord please, not this…anything but this."

"I'm the leader! I've always been the leader; you do not have the qualifications to lead!"

"I'm the youngest and thus I have the spirited energy that is necessary to lead."

"Aha! But you lack the experience, young ranger, as a woman who is older than you are I shall lead."

"If we go by older and experience…" The CSI woman interrupted, staring toward the cards that were being clutched in the determined and 'energized' Possible's hand, "Then wouldn't I be the leader?"

"No," Minerva replied, leaning back with the very smirk her daughter often displayed, "Because you are Pink and Pink does not lead."

"Why the hell do I have to be Pink!" The older woman suddenly exploded, slamming her hand down upon the card table in a fashion Ann found familiar and suddenly she had the sensation that an old argument was rising, "I should have at least been able to be Blue or White, why can't I be White?"

"Because White is a variation of Green."

"That makes no sense! Why am I even discussing this? I'm tired of this game! I refuse to be referred to that ridiculous code name any longer!"

"What? You can't just up and do that, Pink! We need you, how will we be able to complete the College Rangers without you?"

"I am not in college anymore, and neither are you or her!"

Ann almost fell out of her seat dodging the finger that was suddenly pointing right at her eyeball.

"Oh memories…" She wistfully sighed. This was sort of like the last time, how that had started…and then James…

Ann coughed politely, catching the attention of both the older woman who both seemed to calm down and cease further argument, after all, they were adults, it wasn't as if they were their children or something.

"I should have never let Nathaniel import that damn Japanese scout show."

"It's rangers, not scouts." Minerva slyly corrected.

Slowly Ann began to pass out the cards, shaking her head, some things never changed and some things got passed down through generations.

"How is that thing coming anyway?" Minerva suddenly broke the silence between them as she started whatever game they were playing for the evening, tossing down a card and snickering as Ivivian tossed down a card she could use against her later.

"Not to good, I'm hitting road bumps and I don't want to bother Nathaniel about them, not really, he's so busy these days. Ah, and thank you for informing me about it, if I'd of let that go on any longer there might have been trouble."

"No problem," Minerva replied, "Besides, there's no way I'd let my Shelly Ann get hurt over something silly your children do."

Still to this day, whenever Ann heard Shego's true name, she couldn't help but snigger.

Shelly Ann Ivanova… No wonder she changed her name to Shego.

"My children? What about that time all your boys turned evil or something? That and your daughter is an evil world wanted thief. That seems pretty silly to me."

"Hush hush." Minerva coughed.

Suddenly, both Ivivian and Minerva looked toward Ann, who lifted her head from her playing cards and blinked rather slowly.

"Hm..? Oh oh! Yes well, both of your children ran into me in the shower a few weeks ago and because of that not only has my husband kicked them out, including our daughter, but he's also been teasing me about it at every turn! If anything, both of you cause me trouble still, indirectly or not."

There was a strange awkward silence afterwards.

"Oh….hey that sounds like that time—"

"Don't," Ivivian interrupted, slapping down another card as she cleared her throat and worked quickly to change the subject, "They're living in my daughter's estate right now, I wouldn't worry about them, I'll be paying them a little visit sooner or later to make sure they're settled and what not, I'll watch after your Kimberly."

"I knew they'd be alright," Ann said, suddenly throwing down all her cards and causing both her companions to groan in defeat.

"You know," Minerva said, grinning like a cat who had uncovered some sort of rare cream, "That time, wasn't my fault."

"But all the times before then most certainly were." Ivy mumbled, narrowing her gaze at the cards in her hands before lifting her glasses off from her nose and putting them atop her head.

"But that time, you know, when James walked in, that totally wasn't my fault!"

"So you say," Ann mumbled, not convinced as they began to discuss some sort of secret unsaid memory.

The other woman pouted and threw down a card without paying much attention to what exactly had been thrown.

"If you hadn't of been stealing—"

"Hey I don't steal! Besides, I'm an archeologist, and I was curious about that artifact Nathaniel had sent you, it looked like it had come from the feudal Japan area and I just….I just wanted to touch it." Minerva hissed, the same desire that had, obviously fueled her actions all those years before still there.

"So you stole it from my room like the thief you are and the only reason you don't still steal now is because I threatened to take you to jail back then."

"Not true, Ivy, I'm a normal and decent citizen."

"Who just happened to raise the most dangerous enemy to my daughter…"

"And now they all live together."

"Does anyone else find that strange?" Minerva suddenly asked.

"Just shutup and put down a card."

When all was said and done a few hours, some shouting, and a few bottles of vodka later, Ann decided it was most certainly time to go back to her home and her mischievous odd husband.

"Well then, Ann, you should stop by more often I miss seein' yah."

Ann couldn't help but smile at the site of Minerva in the doorway holding up a flustered grinning Ivivian like she had always been living there and belonged there, and idly, Ann wondered if Minerva did come by often to bother the oldest of their little 'ranger' group.

"Everyone is so busy these days, but I'll try to stop by more often, but you know if I come over here any more than I do James might get suspicious."

"He doesn't mind us does he?"

"No, but he does make some really crude strange comments."

"Like…. 'Well, so long as she isn't with a man then it's fine.'"

"Yes," Ann sighed, "Those odd questionable blunt text messages Ivy always leaves…"

"Yeah you can get the wrong idea," Minerva mumbled, "Didn't help that my own wayward man had the phone at the time either, that's why I was so late. You hear that? You idiotic woman? Start taking the time to fully explain stuff so that it won't look so perverted and wrong."

Despite the fact that Ivy was, quite literally, hanging on her, Minerva still found cause to yell into the giggling older woman's ear.

"She can never hear anything when she's like this, same ol' same ol'."

Ann gave a nod of remembrance.

"I'm going to stay here with the drunkard then, if she hurt herself and broke her brittle bones Nathaniel would kill me."

Ann gave a shake of her head and a short laugh, but she knew that Minerva was probably being serious about the head of the Director household.

"If you see my Shelly Ann before she decides to even let me know where she lives anymore do tell her mommy dearest misses her and wishes her kisses and snuggles."

"I…will…in not so many words."

As Ann prepared to depart for the night to return to the normalcy that was everyday existence she paused, turning back to a solemn looking Minerva.

"Minnie, we're getting older…eventually…there won't be time for stuff like this…anymore."

"Heh, you said that the last time, on the stairs of the college, remember? We still see each other though? Right, drunkard?"

Ivivian gave a sloppy sluggish wave and a gibberish sounding goodbye.

"I know, I know, but be serious here for a moment."

Despite the fact that Ivivian was chewing on her hair like some sort of rabbit, Minerva tried to keep some sort of straight face.

"You are always gone on your little mysterious expeditions, Ivivian has government work, I have doctors work, so when do we ever seriously get to hang like old times?"

"Good point…" Minerva mumbled, shoving Ivy's face away from her hair, "We better start hanging out now then, before this mummy here dies."

Ann winced, but she knew this was Minerva's way of saying she felt the same. Turning with a sigh she moved down the stairs before she heard Minerva's voice.

"We will engage in more ranger activity in a few days time, do be prepared to accept this mission, Red!"

With a snort and a laugh Ann twisted around, doing some sort of childish salute before quickly scurrying back to her car and back to her adulthood.

Until then… Hey, perhaps they could go visit their children together then, that would be fun!

"AAAAAAHH!"

Director and Kim woke with a start as Shego twitched and jerked in the dog bed that was settled besides the outrageously massive master bed that Kim now occupied completely alone, to the displeasure of the green skinned beauty.

"What's wrong?" Kim asked with genuine concern in her voice.

"Yes, Shegaroo, what is wrong?" Betty asked, though her tone betrayed her exhaustion with its intense sarcasm.

"I felt like….like….like something evil this way comes."

"What?" Kim asked, confused.

"QUICKLY!" Shego suddenly yelled, causing the occupants of the room next door to bang, hard, on the wall with screams of promised hell with the coming of the dawn and a muffled 'Bonnie calm down!'.

"We must prepare… for war!"

"Whatever," Kim groaned, tossing one of the large fluffy pillows on the bed towards the shivering green skinned girl.

"Go to bed!" Betty snorted.

Shego could only whimper as the large pillow smacked her head on in the face. These fools they knew nothing of the coming apocalypse.

Nothing!