Boilerplate Disclaimer: The various characters from the Kim Possible series are all owned by Disney. Any and all registered trade names property of their respective owners.
This story will contain seventeen chapters in total. The fact I know where I'm going eliminates some of the spontaneity, which may disappoint some readers. It will definitely eliminate my whining about not knowing what I'm doing – which should please you all. While writing at random I went into a couple unhelpful directions, please excuse me if it takes a chapter or two to get this train wreck back on track. This is one of the two I'm not happy with.
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Monday's Child Is Fair of Face
As Bonnie's tongue boldly entered Kim's mouth the redhead reacted exactly like Bonnie expected. The redhead tore herself from Bonnie's arms and backed away, her eyes showing fear.
Bonnie slowly ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip, "Ummm," she purred, "you taste good. What's the matter Possible? Can't finish what you start?"
Kim turned and fled from the locker room. Or perhaps it wasn't Kim. Bonnie couldn't figure out how the woman out in the gym and the woman who came into the locker room could look so much alike. Then she remembered some crazy blue man who had made clones of her and Kim. The fake Kim had to be a clone. Bonnie wondered if it was possible to clone a person's mind also, or if Kim had taught her clone the Mad Dog cheer routines.
It seemed preposterous that Kim would have a clone made just for this stunt. Bonnie smiled, Kim must really want her attention. Bonnie ran her tongue over her lips again. Kim really tasted good. Maybe Bonnie should reward Kim's obvious interest in her with a little attention - the poor girl clearly desired the Rockwaller touch.
The other Kim, or her clone, kept her eyes off Bonnie while the squad showered. "She's being coy," Bonnie thought, "but I'll find some way to get her attention. And I want to know whether I kissed her or the clone. Maybe get the three of us in bed…"
Kim had parked her car at one edge of the lot for greater privacy. When she got out to the car she found Kim already there, slouched down in the driver's seat and out of sight.
"What happened," Kim demanded. "Did you get back to the locker room and play with Bonnie's head or not? That was hilarious when she came running out and saw me in the gym after seeing me in the locker room."
"Oh, I got back to the locker room all wrong."
"All wrong?"
"Trust me, Kim, nothing went all right on our second attempt."
Kim looked confused. "You didn't see her or you didn't follow up?"
Kim stared at Kim in horror, "She kissed me."
"SHE WHAT!"
"She kissed me."
Kim stared, in open-mouthed disbelief, at Kim. "What did you do?"
"I backed away slowly, then turned and ran like a yellow dog."
"What did she do?"
"This is the really freaky part, she acted like she enjoyed it!"
Kim hesitated. She normally avoided all profanity, but had kept a little on ice for just such an emergency, "Damn!"
"Amen."
"I mean, really, Damn!"
"Preach it sister."
"DAMN!"
"Glory Hallelujah! We are in perfect and complete agreement. What are we going to do about Bonnie?"
"I don't know. Leave her alone gets my vote. I don't know if she thinks she likes me or was just jerking us around, but I feel like we went fishing for tuna and caught a great white shark."
"Wearing lipstick. She tastes like peppermint."
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
Ron found Shego already home and playing with Hana when he got there after school.
"How was your day?" he asked cheerily.
"Lousy," she growled. "They told me I had to be honest if I expected an amnesty. Truth is for people without imaginations."
"So, you're a free woman?"
"Not exactly." She stretched out one leg. Ron stared. Ron stared some more. He had begun staring even harder when Shego interrupted his fantasy. "You're supposed to be commenting on the ankle bracelet."
"Ankle bracelet?" He looked, "Oh, yeah. Is that new?"
"It's a monitor. That pain in the butt Global Justice agent insisted I wear a GPS device until they could verify all the information I gave them. The Fed thought it would take about six months."
"Does is matter if you were honest with them and plan to go straight?"
"It cuts down on the options open to me. I always want to know several ways to get out of any situation, and this," she shook her leg in a manner Ron found fetching, "cuts down on where I can run. An alarm sounds if it gets taken off me. And if I'm not there to explain how it came off they'll label me a fugitive."
"Bummer."
"Yeah… Hey, Stoppable, you know anything about money laundering?"
"I left a five dollar bill in my pocket once and it went through the wash."
She took a deep breath. "I don't have much cash on hand, but I have some, ah, assets in different accounts. I think I'm going to need to get some sort of job so I can start spending and claim it's my pay. Got any suggestions?"
"No, the hardest thing I do is avoiding work."
The two played on the floor with the toddler for a few minutes before Shego spoke again. "I saw you admiring that watch on the Global Justice agent this morning, so I bought you one." She tossed him a watch.
"I wasn't admiring it, I was remembering when he immobilized me with it." "Cool, but how did you—"
"He told me the brand."
"It's not a brand, it's special issue Global Justice equipment."
"I told him I thought you wanted it and he sold it to me."
"They don't sell GJ equipment."
"Did I say sell? I meant give. I told him I saw you admiring it and he took it off and said you should have it."
"That's nice of Will, I didn't even think he liked me."
"He's a swell guy, but terribly modest. If you see him again you shouldn't thank him. It would just embarrass him. You should probably not even let him see it if he is around again."
Ron avoided homework after dinner through another strategy, "Mom, Shego and I are going over to see Kims."
"That's fine dear, take your sister over too, she needs the air. The diaper bag is already in the stroller."
Ron pushed the stroller on the way over to the Possibles, "I'm pushing. That means you get to change her if we need to."
"No way! I'll push back if that's the rule. She's your sister you change her."
"No, you change her if she needs it."
They were still arguing division of powers when a middle-aged woman stopped them to peer into the stroller. "What an adorable baby!" She looked up at Shego, then over to Ron, then to the baby, and then at Shego again. "She doesn't look like her father at all," the woman commented.
Shego realized what the woman meant, she leaned over and whispered in her ear, "She looks just like her father. Please don't tell my husband."
