Sidetracked
A KiGo fanfic
OMG Shego on tight leather pants! –(nosebleed)-
Aw man! I just cleaned…
Thanks to King in Yellow, my beta reader!
Thanks to everyone who's reading this! Come on, don't be shy, I want to hear your opinions!
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
Yuuko Ichihara (Xxx-holic) belongs to CLAMP
However, I do own Gabrielle and John Gallagher. If you'd like to use them in your own story, let me know first.
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Chapter 10: Fate smiles, briefly.
Kim was lounging in her room; the holidays were over and she was all by herself. Not that she minded her family's company, of course, but it felt good to be able to plop on her bed and just stare at the ceiling without having someone checking on her every five minutes.
Then, her Kimmunicator went off. "Hey Wade, what's the sitch?"
"Oh Kimmie! The Orphanage went up in flames! The President's daughter was kidnapped! And Bill Gates ran out of money!" whined a familiar voice over the small device, but it wasn't Wade's.
"Am I supposed to laugh now?" asked the redhead, sounding dead serious although she was, in fact, smiling.
"Well, you can always save it up for later. So, what's up, Princess?" said Shego, smiling as well; Kim gave her a Kimmunicator a week after the Christmas party so they could talk without forcing the green skinned woman to sell her soul to the phone company.
"Not much; Dr. Director has been on my nerves since New Year's Eve, trying to get me back on the Special Training Program and I still don't know what to do with my life."
"Wow, must be tough," said the ex-thief. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something else, but hesitated.
The redhead stared at the tiny image on the screen anxiously. "Is everything ok, Shego?"
Shego smiled, waving off. "Yeah, sorry, I forgot what I wanted to say," she paused again. "Oh, Princess; my brothers really liked yours, and have been bugging me a lot about something they want to show them, so would you mind if I dropped them over there this Friday? We could go to The London Café and talk, you know, just to be out of their way."
"Oh…ok, that would be nice," answered Kim, noticing that the raven haired woman sounded like she had been practicing what she had just said. "But remember what mom said; if they burn down the house they'll have to clean it up reconstruct it."
"Of course…well, we'll be there at five p.m, is that ok?"
"Totally spanking!"
Shego smiled. "Well, see you then. Bye, Princess." And she disconnected.
Kim left the Kimmunicator on her bed and went off to find the Tweebs; they should be back from school already. As she went down the stairs, her thoughts went back to Christmas Eve and The Kiss; they both acted nonchalantly about it the morning after and hadn't brought up the subject ever since. Kim had felt something, but she didn't know the reasoning behind the older woman's actions; she just wouldn't talk about it.
"We're home!" shouted the tweebs, almost running into their older sister.
"Good, I have to talk to you guys; would you like to meet with the Wegos this Friday?" asked the redhead, but she knew the answer already.
"HELL YEAH!"
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Meanwhile, at Go City Bay…
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Gabrielle sat inside the prison cell-like room, staring off to space; she had been thrown inside the damnable place after the meeting with that woman, who told the girl to address her as "Boss" from now on. Then she'd been taken to her cell-like quarters and remained there ever since.
The teen stretched her new mechanical limb, wondering just what they wanted with her; she'd been locked up for almost a week. A dark skinned girl just a few years older than her delivered the black haired teen's meals and made sure she was groomed and properly dressed. Gabrielle tried to talk to her a couple of times, but the girl was as blank as Hego.
"Mind control…" the black haired teen whispered, curling her metallic hand into a fist. 'But they aren't controlling me like that…at least I don't feel like I'm being controlled. They're not drugging me, that's for sure…oh, how nice; they're just threatening my family. Just what the hell do they want?'
The sound of her chamber's door being unlocked made her jump to her feet and into a defensive stance. When she realized it was only her dark skinned caretaker, she eased herself back to the bed, scoffing a little; it irked her to no end that she wasn't able to sense the girl whenever she came by. 'Whoever designed whatever the 'Boss' bitch is using to control this girl and Hego…they know what they're doing.'
"Stand up," ordered the dark skinned girl.
Gabrielle winced to the drone-like voice, but complied, rising from the bed and walking to her caretaker. The black haired teen yelped in surprise as the dark skinned girl tied her with a set of shackles, just like the ones they normally use in maximum security penitentiaries; a long chain around her waist bound both of her hands together, not giving her any room to raise them. The same chain went down to her feet clasping her ankles and giving her just enough freedom to give short steps.
Her caretaker finished her task and gave the bonds a rough yank. "Move."
Gabrielle did as she was told. After a rather uneventful walk, she found herself inside the private quarters of her 'Boss'. She noticed the woman wasn't alone; Hego was there and a woman she'd never seen before.
"Gabrielle, I'm so glad you could join us," said the 'Boss', in a disgustingly merry tone of voice.
The teen put up her most hypocritical smile. "Like I had a choice…oh, and I'm filing a complaint on your bedroom service, Boss; it sucks!"
"Oh my, such foul language, I'll have to teach you some manners." The 'Boss' lady walked towards the shackled girl, rising her hand in a menacing gesture, but Gabrielle didn't back down. The 'Boss' laughed upon seeing the defiance in the black haired teen's eyes. "Hego, darling, take out the gun from inside my top drawer."
The defiance on Gabrielle's eyes turned to fear as she followed her zombified brother's actions. "Henry…"
"Now, Hego, release the safety."
'Fucking bitch!' Gabrielle screamed to herself. "Henry, please…don't." But her brother wouldn't listen.
"Hego, place the gun against your thick, empty and pathetic excuse of a skull."
Gabrielle lunged herself to her brother, trying to snatch the weapon out of his hands and forgetting she was tied up. She tripped, landing face first into the ground.
"This is too easy," laughed the 'Boss' lady, kneeling next to the fallen girl, holding her down while forcing her to look at her brother's direction. "And now, my dearest Hego…"
The black haired teen switched looks between her brother and the unknown woman. "Help him!" she cried, but to no avail; the stranger just stared firmly at her. The teen kept struggling until she felt a soothing aura; she realized it came from the stranger and that meant she wasn't an evil person, so why didn't she do something?
"…wave to your sister..."
"HENRY!" cried Gabrielle.
"…and pull the trigger."
-Click!-
The teenage girl almost broke down to tears; the gun wasn't even loaded. She glared at her 'Boss' with all her might. "You. Fucking. Bitch."
"You goody-two-shoes are just too easy to play with, but that's not why I called you here," the 'Boss' lady walked over to the unknown woman. "Meet Yuuko Ichihara, she'll be your teacher from now on."
Gabrielle struggled to get up. She didn't care about that woman; she just hated everything and everyone right now. Suddenly, she felt someone helping her to her feet; it was the Japanese woman.
"It seems you hurt your nose when you fell," said Yuuko, wiping the blood from the girl's face kindly. Then she brushed her fingers against the girl's shackles and they fell off with a clatter. Gabrielle stared at her in awe. 'She released me…just like that…'
The 'Boss', however, wasn't so thrilled about it. "Hey! I had her tied up for a reason."
"If the girl is to be my student, I will like to lay some ground-rules: first, my student is not to be physically tied, manhandled or mistreated unless I allow it; second, as her teacher, I will look after her necessities and third, she will not be sent away without my permission," stated Yuuko, placing a arm around Gabrielle's shoulders.
"Fine. I've set up a couple of facilities for your personal use," said the 'Boss' sitting behind her desk. She glared at Gabrielle. "But keep this in mind; you try anything funny and I will get back at your family."
The black haired girl nodded as she was being leaded out of the office; oh, once she was sure her family was safe she would get back on that bitch.
Both women were loaded in the back of a car and driven to a different building, escorted by the dark skinned girl and Hego, a couple of miles from the 'central' one. Gabrielle was blindfolded, to make sure she wouldn't see where the secret compound was located. An unnecessary measure, at least on the teenager's mind; she was too captivated by the Japanese woman to pay any mind to the road.
"You can remove the blindfold now," said Yuuko. The teenage girl did so and just stared, dumbfounded, to her surroundings for a moment; the place had been modified to look like a traditional Japanese house, with a large yard in the open.
"This place is…amazing!"
"Yes, but you must remember you can't run away; you would not achieve anything by leaving," reminded the Japanese woman, leading the girl to the main building. They entered the cozy kitchen, leaving their shoes next to the front gate and sitting around the squared-shaped furnace in the middle.
Yuuko placed a kettle on the furnace. "Warm up a little and go put some new clothes on; your bedroom is the first one in the hallway. We'll have a cup of tea and I'll explain what your training is about."
Gabrielle rubbed her chilly forearms a little; the weather was still cold and the grey jumpsuit she was wearing wasn't warm enough. Having a metallic limb wasn't helping either. She went to the main hallway and spotted the bedroom right away. Placed upon the neatly folded futon she found fresh clothes; black overalls, a plain white t-shirt, thick cotton socks and a dark red sweater.
"I hope you like the clothing," said the Japanese woman when the black haired teen returned to the kitchen.
Gabrielle shrugged. "It's warm enough."
The odd Asian woman turned to pour the tea in the cups beside her. Gabrielle seized that moment to try and read the other woman's mind. The two locked eyes.
The black haired girl fell backwards, gasping for breath; she felt dizzy and hurt all over. 'What the hell? I feel as if I just…"
"…ran head-first into a brick wall? Thought so," said Yuuko, finishing the teenager's thoughts. "There're many things you don't know; that's why I'm here. Tea?"
Gabrielle held her cup of tea and took a sip; her previous aches were gone in seconds. "This is good…thanks."
Yuuko smiled. "I'm glad you like it. Now, I want you to listen carefully; I'm not your enemy, I'm here to help you. You have amazing abilities; you just need to learn to use them the right way."
The teenager remained silent for a moment, weighting her options. Then she smiled weakly. "So when do we begin? What do I have to do?"
The Asian woman handed her a golf ball. "Lift it up."
"Uh?"
"With your mind, silly."
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Back to Middleton; Friday's evening
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"Hey, sis! Shego is here!" shouted Jim, while his twin brother ran to get the door.
Kim came down from her room to find Shego standing on the doorway while both sets of twins engaged themselves on a conversation about rockets and high powered fuel.
"Hey, Princess. Looking good," said the green skinned woman, eyeing the redhead.
Kim blushed, straightening her clothes. "Thanks, those leather pants look very good on you; are you planning something kinky?"
It was Shego's turn to blush, but she decided to play along. "Maybe…"
"Ahem! There are kids in the room," said Warren, crossing his arms.
"Yeah right, like you're not picturing them in leathers and latex by now," said William, grinning broadly.
Warren shrugged. "I had something a little more romantic in mind."
"Aw, come on! Can't it be—" said Jim.
"--romantic and kinky?" finished his brother.
"Ok, ok, set of pervs 1 and 2, just shut up and go blow yourselves up," said Shego, aware that if Kim and she kept blushing they were going to pass out. "Come on, Pumpkin, we're leaving."
"Don't set the house on fire!" warned Kim as Shego dragged her from the house and into the car.
"Man, your sister is so hot!" said Jim, patting Warren's shoulder once both women were on their way.
Warren shook his head. "I disagree; your sister is hotter."
"They're both hot. Too bad they're taken," stated William, crossing his arms. "I guess Gabby was right…well, she was right most of the times, anyway."
"What are you trying to say?" asked Tim.
"Isn't it obvious? They like each other; sweet enemies that find solace in each other's embrace" said Jim, grinning.
His brother stared at him. "And just when you became so profound?"
"What? I'm the brain of this duo; I have to say things like that every once in a while."
Warren stepped in, preventing confrontation. "Why don't we get to work?"
"Sure! Let's go."
Both sets of twins went to the basement and got to work. An eerie silence fell onto the already quiet neighborhood.
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"You think it's a good idea to leave them alone like that?" asked Kim, glancing back every once in a while.
"I'm not sure, but they're old enough to take care of themselves and two of them are ex-heroes, so I don't think they'll be that careless," said Shego, keeping her eyes on the road.
The redhead stared off to the street, thinking of something to say. 'It seems that there are only awkward silences between us.'
Shego parked in front of the London Café; it was early, the parking lot was almost empty. She took the keys from the ignition, but stayed on her seat.
"Kim, I need to talk to you."
The ex-teenager heroine almost jumped out of her seat. "Yeah…"
"About Christmas Eve…about that…kiss…"
'There! She's going to make up some excuse to stay friends; I knew I was getting my hopes a little too high.' Kim braced herself, waiting the other woman's next words.
Shego sighed, taking the redhead's nervous look as a bad sign. 'Well, it's now or never; come on Shego, don't back down now!'
"I really meant that kiss."
The auburn haired woman locked gazes with the ex-thief. "You're…not kidding me, right?"
The raven haired woman shook her head. "I don't think I'd ever been this honest."
They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, both looking for some sign of rejection. Finally, Shego spoke up.
"Princess, I'll understand if you don't want to see me ever again, I just—" she was cut off when Kim leaned across their seats and kissed her hard on the lips.
The redhead feared she had gotten too far until she felt Shego's arms wrapping around her, drawing her closer. A warm sensation of relief washed over her as she held onto the taller woman's shoulders.
Eventually, their survival instincts forced them to break the kiss, but they remained close.
"Well…I'll take that as a positive answer, but is it a yes or a maybe?" asked the green skinned woman, tracing the redhead's jaw line with her fingers.
"How about we go inside and see how things work out?" said Kim, although she didn't want to be out of the embrace just yet.
Shego smiled broadly. "Sounds perfect to me."
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End of chapter 10
AN: Next chapter will take you six months into the future, so read this one carefully.