Sidetracked
A KiGo fanfic
This chapter…is really sad. Please don't hate me.
To King in Yellow, my beta reader: Thank you very much, you are really something else
To all my reviewers: Thanks for putting up with me and my frustrating Muse; if I get my hands on the (censored) I'm going to (censored)slap her until my hands bleed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or any of its characters, they belong to Disney. All the attempts of giving a first or last name to uncertainly named characters (such as Ms. Dr. Possible or Shego) are just my own speculation. This is a Kim Possible/Shego story (KiGo) that means it contains femslash, so if this is not of your liking STOP READING NOW. All the events depicted here are the result of my restless imagination. Any resemblance to reality it's a mere coincidence. I'm not looking for any profit. Rated M
However, I do own Gabrielle and John Gallagher. If you'd like to use them in your own story, let me know first.
A little reminder: in my "Sidetracked" universe, Ms. Dr. Possible (a.k.a Kim's mom) is named 'Annette' (as I stated it on chapter 2). Why? 'Cause I wanted to give her a different name and there are so many possibilities…
And if you're wondering just who the heck is John Gallagher (a.k.a Uncle John) keep reading.
Moving on…
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Chapter 7: Rain falls down when angels cry.
Kim held down to her safety belt and groaned from the sudden halt; it was a small miracle that they managed to get to Go Tower in one piece, given that Shego was driving like a maniac. Of course, Kim couldn't blame her; seeing her best friend covered in blood and mumbling nonsense shook her badly as well.
Both women stepped out of the car, every ache forgotten at least for the moment; Go Tower was surrounded by cops and paramedics. They ran to the entrance, but a police officer stopped them.
"I'm sorry, Miss, but you can't go in there," he said, reaching out to stop them; he looked young, pale, and very sad.
Shego snarled, curling her hands into fists. "Get out of the fucking way, pretty boy; that's my family in there!"
Kim dropped to her knees, holding her injured side; those damn ribs!
"Please, Miss, don't go in there; is not a pretty sight," the officer pleaded. Then he noticed Kim. "I think your friend might be injured; are you ok, Miss?"
The green skinned woman actually snapped out of her frenzied state long enough to help the redhead to her feet; she took her to a nearby ambulance.
Ron was sitting next to it, wrapped in a blanket and shaking madly. "KP…"
"Ron…what happened?" asked the redhead, while Shego helped her to sit and motioned some paramedics to help the ex-teenage heroine.
"It happened too fast…I was knocked out…I just remember hearing her pleading for Hego's life…oh God, I'm so sorry…" he sobbed, breaking to tears again.
Then they heard someone screaming; a male voice, letting out a heartbreaking wail.
Shego knew who it was right away. She ran towards the entrance of the Tower once again and found her brother Mego being dragged outside by an officer. He knelt down, weeping like a lost soul.
"Mego, what happened?" the raven haired ex-thief knelt next to her brother, holding him by his shoulders. She noticed her two younger brothers were running up the road leading to the Tower, with their uncle John tailing them.
"Shee…don't let the boys go inside…don't let Uncle John see that…please, they won't stand it…" sobbed Mego, gripping her hands.
Shego stared at her brother for a moment. He was the most rational guy she'd ever known, under any situation; why was he behaving like this? What had he seen inside to make him talk like that?
She could no longer stay outside. She ran pass the guards and went up the stairs, ignoring the warnings; she turned to right, to where she knew her sister's bedroom was, but as soon as she began walking down the hallway a deep, metallic, and slightly sickening smell filled her nostrils. It became thicker as she moved forward.
A woman dressed in casual clothing and wearing a police badge came to her. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you go in there."
Shego hadn't realized she was hyperventilating and her eyes were watering. "Please…my sister…my brother…"
"I know, sweetie; that's why I can't let you go inside the room," said the woman, reaching out to her with gentle moves.
The ex-thief was about to follow the woman's advise when she saw another officer stepping out of her sister's bedroom holding something; a white stuffed cat, soaked in blood.
That was it.
Shego pushed the officers aside and lunged herself into her sister's bedroom. She held on tightly to the doorframe, fighting the urge to throw up and gathering the courage to look again; the whole room was covered in blood, like a butcher's shop. The furniture was trashed, most of the posters had been torn apart and in the middle, like a sick joke, there was a disembodied arm, reaching out to the door. It was a small, feminine arm. A leg could be seen a few feet away from the arm, but this leg did not match the arm; it was big and masculine instead.
"Where are the bodies?" asked the raven haired woman, still clinging to the doorframe. She would not believe anything until she saw a body.
"I'm sorry Miss, but there are no bodies in here; what you see seem to be the only solid evidence of the murder," answered another officer, walking by her with a couple of plastic bags. He knelt down and bagged the arm, then placed it inside a cooler.
Shego almost lost her grip. "You have to be kidding me…"
"Again, I'm very sorry. There's a team searching around the Tower; we think they might have been assassinated here, and their bodies were dumped somewhere else—ow!"
The female officer slapped his shoulder to shut him up.
The raven haired woman fell to her knees, clutching her head while sobbing. "How…why…? Hego…Gabby…what happened to you?" she whispered, feeling as she had just swallowed a ton of lead. Finally, she arched her head back and let out her own heartbreaking and desperate scream.
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Kim was currently lying down in a comfortable bed. She'd been at Go City County General Hospital for almost two days, recovering in order to go back home. Her family arrived soon after she got the call from Wade, letting her know they were on their way. Ron's parents came along and Dr. Director herself had escorted them to the hospital. It was a touching moment that turned a little freaky when Dr. Director apologized; they thought the woman's mouth was going to break. Kim loved being around her family again but she was actually happy her parents decided to take the twins down to the cafeteria for a snack. Enough tears for one day.
She heard someone knocking on her door and tensed a little. Then she remembered she was no longer a wanted fugitive. "Come in."
A man opened the door. Kim recognized him; he had shown up at the Go Tower with Shego's younger brothers. "Miss Possible, my name is John Gallagher; could I talk to you for a moment?"
"Of course, Mr. Gallagher; tell me, how's Shego?" said the redhead, motioning him to take a seat next to her bed; even though she would not admit it to her parents she was worried about the green skinned ex-thief.
"The doctors gave her some sedatives and she's sleeping right now; they said she'll be ok in the morning, but I doubt it," he said, sitting down and running a hand though his grayish hair; he was turning 50 in a couple of months but he looked younger. He was tall, and a lifetime of hard work had nicely shaped his arms, back and legs; when he flexed his arm to run a hand down his hair Kim thought his sleeve was going to burst. He might have looked menacing, but his eyes gave him away; much like his niece, Sheila, he looked hard but he was as sweet as a pie.
"I know…it must have been awful…how could someone do that?" The ex-heroine knew some of the details thanks to Ron, who was traumatized but did his best to tell the cops and everyone what happened as coherently as possible. And of course, the look on Shego's face when she got out of the Tower: the raven haired woman looked so much like a lost lamb.
That broke Kim's heart, and she wanted to say something to her, but her family arrived first and she was hauled to the hospital.
"She was talking about some Gemini guy…" John trailed off, looking angry for a moment. Then he shook his head. "But that's not why I'm here; she asked for you just before the medications knocked her out. She mentioned you took a bullet for her, is that right?"
"Oh, so not the drama…I had the Kevlar vest and just got seriously hit because I was already injured," said the redhead, blushing that Shego would actually acknowledged her for that.
John took Kim's hand and she realized he was shaking. "Thank you, Miss Possible," he said, his amber colored eyes watering and his voice quivering.
Annette Possible entered her daughter's hospital room. "Excuse me, but who are you and what are you doing here?" she asked, frowning after seeing John holding Kim's hand.
"Don't worry, mom, he's a friend," said Kim, calming her mother.
John released Kim's hand and got up, drying his eyes with his sleeve while stretching out his right hand. "I'm sorry if I scared you, Ma'am; I'm John Gallagher, Sheila's Uncle."
The older redhead shook the man's hand with a confused smile. "I'm sorry; you said you're Sheila's Uncle…who's Sheila?"
John gave her a half-smile. "I always forget she rarely uses that name anymore," he chuckled. "I'm Shego's Uncle."
"Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss…" said the redheaded neurosurgeon; both Kim and Ron had told her what happened before they arrived.
"I thought I was ready for anything; those kids are always getting into trouble…and little Gabby is…was…so delicate…" John trailed off; he hadn't felt like this since his own wife's passing, 20 years ago. "Sorry to bother you and your daughter; I just wanted to say thank you." And with that, he left the room.
Annette and her daughter exchanged looks. "Mr. Gallagher, please wait!" called Ms. Dr. Possible, looking for him.
"Yes?" He was just outside the room, gathering the strength to go to his niece and nephews once again.
She handed him a business card. "It has our phone number; your Sheila helped our little Kimmie…so if you have any trouble, just call us."
John gave the neurosurgeon a truthful smile. "Thank you."
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The door to room 237, Shego's hospital room, was closed Kim stood outside in the corridor, shifting her weight from one leg to another; she was worried…and nervous. Finally, she knocked.
No answer. The redhead went inside, her worries beating her nervousness. "Shego?" she whispered; she could make out the form of the ex villainess despite the darkness.
The green skinned woman was curled up in her bed. Dark circles beneath her eyes gave away her weariness. Her eyes were also bloodshot. She lifted her gaze, taking in the redhead's presence.
"Kim?"
"I…I came to say goodbye," The redhead fidgeted, playing with her hair.
"Oh…I see…well, goodbye," said Shego, turning her back on Kim.
Kim couldn't believe her ears; Shego sounded like she didn't want Kim to go. "My mom wants to take me to Middleton's hospital, you know; all the physicians here told her I was ok but she just has to make sure…"
The redhead caught herself a little; her words sounded remorseful …was she apologizing to Shego for leaving?
Shego sat, locking gazes with the ex-teenage heroine. "Yeah, Kim, I've got it. You can go now; I need to rest, you know I've got plenty to do…burials…memorials…"
"Shego…I'm very sorry for your loss…I know how you feel; I lost a dear friend not so long ago…" Kim trailed off a little, but a harsh sound made her snap back to reality.
Was Shego…laughing?
"Princess, you have no idea of how I feel," whispered the ex-thief, rising from her bed. She looked at her I.V and tore it from her arm, staining the sheets with blood.
"Why you---"started Kim, glaring at the green skinned woman, but she halted upon seeing the woman's eyes glittering with unshed tears.
"You lost a friend, but you have your parents, your brothers, and plenty of other friends to help you…I have no one," whispered Shego, nursing her oozing wound.
"You have! There's still Mego, and the Wego twins, and I met your uncle, so stop talking nonsense!" The redhead was getting more and more upset with the other woman.
"Mego had a full blown nervous breakdown…the twins aren't faring so well either…and I couldn't place that burden on my uncle's shoulders; he has done so much for us…"
"And he loves you and wouldn't let you go through that alone!"
"Kim, SHUT UP!"
Kim just stared, dumbfounded. Shego was crying again, her breaths coming out ragged; she looked so vulnerable.
"The fact that I loathed the big, blue, muscle-brain jerk doesn't mean I didn't care for him; he is my brother, for God's sake!" the ex-thief knocked the water pitch on top of the little table to the ground. "Gabrielle is my best friend…my only friend…my little sister…she's the only one who would always believe in me, she would never turn me away…for her sake I wanted to be a hero…and I failed…she's gone…she's gone…"
The green skinned woman fell to her knees, sobbing, and Kim did the only thing she could. The redhead knelt down next to the crying woman and held her tightly, running a hand through her black locks of hair. "Shh…it'll be alright…"
"Yeah, listen to her; she knows what she's talking about."
Kim turned around, looking for the source of that voice while holding the weeping ex-thief like a lifesaver. Standing on the doorframe there was a tall, exotic Asian woman dressed in a nurse outfit.
She knew that woman! "You…you are the owner of Café Averno, aren't you?"
The woman smiled and closed the door behind her. "I'm glad to see you remember me. Ichihara Yuuko, at you service."
"I thought you name was Ichigo…" said Shego, trying to disguise her weakness; she felt dizzy and just wanted to stay right there, cradled by Kim. 'And why do I like being cradled by her? I must be losing it.'
Yuuko grinned, helping the green skinned woman to her feet. "I have many names, but that's not really important; you may call me Yuuko."
Kim followed the Japanese woman's movements. "What are you doing here?" she asked while Yuuko tended to Shego's oozing arm.
"I see you do not trust me, Miss Possible. Not that I blame you, but I assure you I mean no harm. Regarding your question, the truth is I work here, part time," answered Yuuko, dressing the wound with elegant movements.
"Oh, I see; nurse at day, bartender at night. It makes sense," groaned Shego.
Yuuko let out a giggle. "Even though you're hurting so deeply you still have your sarcasm. That's good to know. I bid you farewell now."
The Japanese woman left the room swiftly, not making any sound.
Kim and Shego fell into an awkward silence for a while. "So…aren't you leaving?" asked the green skinned ex-thief, suddenly embarrassed by the emotions she had displayed in front of Kim.
"You want me to leave?" retorted the redhead, looking hurt.
"No--I mean, yes--! I mean…" stammered Shego. "Aw damn it! When did this became so difficult?"
Kim blushed. "Your Uncle has my number, you can call me anytime…you know where to find me," she said, leaving a very confused Shego alone to her thoughts.
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Kim and her mother were decorating the living room; Christmas was just around the corner and with all the recent troubles they had almost forgotten about the holidays.
"Kim, pass me the candy canes," said Ms. Dr. Possible, reaching out behind her. When she didn't receive the candy canes, she turned around; Kim was sitting next to the
window, staring off to space. "Kim, dear, you are awfully distracted; is there something wrong?"
"What?" asked the redhead with a confused look on her face. "Oh, I'm sorry mom Here they are."
"Something is bothering you; would you like to talk about it?"
"Don't worry mom…it's nothing."
"Kimberly Ann…"
"Ok, it's something; I was thinking about Monique…I really miss her," said the ex-teenage heroine.
But her mom knew better. "And…?"
"And it's been almost two weeks since I've heard from Shego…I'm wondering if she's ok…I mean I know we're not friends or something but she's a good person…she didn't deserve what happened."
Annette smiled, patting her daughter's head. "I'm sure she's ok; maybe she's taking her time to be with her family and mourn. I think you'll hear from her soon."
Then the phone rang. "Go get that, Kimmie; I have a tree to finish."
Kim picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Kim?"
"Shego?!"
"Hi…how are you doing?" The ex-thief sounded nervous.
"I'm ok…how are you doing?"
"Actually…not so good…I would like to talk to somebody…do you think we could meet somewhere, grab a cup of coffee and talk? --I mean, if it wouldn't bother you." Shego cursed herself for stammering.
The redhead hesitated for a second. "I'd love to."
"Great! Friday night?"
Kim could almost see the smile on the raven haired woman's face. "Sounds great, are you coming to Middleton?"
"Yes. I'm sick of Go City…so seven o' clock, Friday night, at The London Café?"
"Perfect!"
"Ok, see you then. Bye."
Kim hung up with a smile upon her face.
"So, it seems someone is having a date on Friday night," teased her mother.
"MOM! It's not a date!"
"Who's got a date?" asked Mr. Dr. Possible, entering the house with the twins.
"DAD! IT'S NOT A DATE!"
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End of chapter 7
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