Sidetracked

A KiGo fanfic

Sorry for the delay! I know, I know; it took me a while…sorry, sorry, and sorry again! Technical difficulties, you know…

This chapter is a little short, but I promise I'll make it up to you, my beautiful people, on next chapter, so don't be lazy and give me some good reviews and/or suggestions if you want!

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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-(Six months after the events on chapter 10)-

Chapter 11: An empty grave.

"You sure we're not going to get lost in there?" asked Shego, parking her car in front of Middleton's Cemetery

"I've been here a couple of times, besides, Ron said he'd be waiting for us at the front gate, so yes, I'm sure we're not going to get lost," answered the redhead, looking around, hoping to find her friend quickly while holding a flower bouquet.

"Hey, Kim, Shego!" the blond young man called out for them. "I know I'm late, sorry! I had to pick my baby up today."

"Well it was about time you got your car back," said Shego, looking fondly at the Mustang. "I hope GJ didn't dismantle it; it would be a shame if they broke something."

"Actually, they did," said Ron, leading the way to the graveyard. "Hey Shego, maybe we could give it a look later, couldn't we?"

The green skinned woman grinned. "Throw in a couple of beers and you've got yourself a deal."

Kim smiled, seeing the former thief and the former sidekick shaking hands and grinning like idiots; she was happy that her best friend accepted Shego as 'one of the gang'. The auburn haired woman and the black haired ex-thief had been dating about four months and had two months 'going steady'. 'Going steady? God, I sound like a schoolgirl!'

Shego noticed the redhead staring off to space. "Princess, you ok?"

"Uh? Oh, yeah, sorry; caught in a daydream," stammered Kim, a little ashamed of spacing off.

"You've been doing that a lot lately; what? Is Shego that good in bed?" teased Ron, grinning broadly. He'd been aware of Kim and Shego's relationship even before the redhead gathered enough courage to tell him; at first the idea of his friend and her former enemy didn't appeal to him, but he realized Shego wasn't a psycho freak and she made Kim happy, so as long as his best friend since pre-k was happy, he would be ok.

"Stoppable, you want to get hurt, don't you?" countered Shego, blushing slightly while Kim's face got redder than her hair; they hadn't actually done anything beyond making out, and she knew the blond knew that, but still he liked to tease them every once in a while.

Ron ran a little, pretending to be escaping from Shego's wrath, but he stopped right away; the grave they were looking for was less than a feet away and there was someone else standing in front of it and she was not alone. "Mrs. Baker?"

The middle-aged African American woman turned to meet them; she had black, wavy long hair, and brown eyes, so familiar to Ron and Kim that it hurt to look. She was tall, graceful and even though she had turned 55 not so long ago she was a very attractive woman. "Hi, Ron, Kim, I'm glad you could make it here today; I hope is not an inconvenient for both of you."

Kim's eyes watered as she took a step forward. "I wouldn't miss this even if I had to crawl all the way here. She was…IS one of the best friends I've ever had…Mrs. Baker…I'm—"

"Dear, say no more," Mrs. Baker cut her off, hugging the redheaded young woman tightly. "It wasn't you fault; it was Monique's decision to go with you."

"Yeah, but still—"

Mrs. Baker wiped the tears off Kim's face. "No buts, girl, and that's it, hear me?"

"I'm sorry, but what's with these ones?" asked Shego, noticing the men gathered around the grave holding shovels.

"You look familiar, but I don't think I've met you before. Is she a friend of yours, Kim?" asked Mrs. Baker with a puzzled look on her face.

The redhead fidgeted with the bouquet. "Sort off…"

"Oh, I'm sorry; the name is Shego," said the ex-thief, holding out her right hand to Mrs. Baker.

"Michelle Baker; pleased to meet you."

"So what's with the diggers?"

Mrs. Baker sighed. "After we got the news of our daughter's death, my husband and I went to GJ's headquarters to claim her body. The forensic team said they wanted to run a few more tests on her 'cause she was an important piece of evidence for them. We granted permission and waited; two weeks later a group of agents brought her home, but they wouldn't let us see her, the coffin was nailed shut. They said it was like that for our sake and hurried us to the graveyard, where everything was ready for the funeral. After almost forcing us to bury her, they left."

The three of them were astonished.

"Yeah, that struck me as odd too, so I went to the courts and filed to get an exumation order. They fought back and I almost don't get the permission, but I guess justice prevailed…I just want to make sure that's my little girl in there…I want to take her home." Mrs. Baker motioned the men to start digging.

It took them a while, but finally they got the sturdy aluminum coffin out of the grave. One of the men tried to pry it open, but he failed. "There's a problem, ma'am; this is too strong for our tools."

"Damn! What can we do now?" said Mrs. Baker, looking at the bended crowbar the worker used.

Shego kneeled down next to the coffin. "May I?"

Mrs. Baker nodded and the green skinned woman began touching the smooth surface, looking for a weak spot. "An aluminum coffin; now this really is sick and wrong."

"You think you can open it?" asked Kim, kneeling besides her.

Shego grinned, flaring just her right index and middle fingers. "Hello? I'm the Human Torch, the Green-fire-handed-scary-lady, remember?"

The ex-thief melted around the coffin's lid with surgical accuracy. "Ok, guys, all yours."

Two of the workers grabbed a larger crowbar and opened the lid. Everyone gathered around and peered inside.

It was empty.

"Then where's…?" muttered Ron, staring at the empty casket.

Kim reached for her Kimmunicator just as Shego's cell phone began ringing.

"Hey Kim, what's the sitch?" the ebony skinned and overweight teen said as soon as Kim pushed the call button.

"Wade, I want to hack into GJ's database; find out what they did to Monique Baker ASAP."

"You got it, Kim, but I'm warning you it won't be easy; it may take me a few days."

Kim frowned. "Just do it!"

"What the hell do you mean with 'vandalism'?" screamed the raven haired ex-thief, clutching her cell phone.

The redhead turned her attention to Shego, wondering what was going on. "I'll call you later, Wade. Kim out."

Shego rubbed her temple, grinding her teeth. "Ok Mel, calm down…calm down damnit! Just don't call Uncle John and don't call the twins; I'm on my way."

"Shego, what's wrong?" asked Kim, worried.

The raven haired ex-thief took a deep breath and gathered herself together. "My brother and sister's graves…someone ripped up the headstones and crushed them…"

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Meanwhile, somewhere else…

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The black haired teen made her way into the house, leaving her shoes at the entrance. She headed to her room and began undressing, not paying attention to the tall, exotic woman sitting on her folded futon.

"Where were you, Gabrielle?" asked Yuuko, rising from her sitting place.

Gabrielle flinched, covering her naked bosom. "Out," she answered, cursing herself for being so careless.

The Japanese woman walked towards the teen, staring into her eyes. Gabrielle guessed her intentions and brought up her mental defenses; having your mind searched by someone felt as if they where picking your memories with tweezers, a feeling the black haired girl was not fond of. The only way to avoid that was to concentrate on something simple, like if you concentrate on a brick wall that's the only thing the other person will find in your mind.

Yuuko smiled. "You're learning fast, my dear, but it's important that I know where you were; the storm is getting closer and our time is coming to an end. So please, tell me or I'll have to dig into your mind until I found the information."

Gabrielle stood there for a moment, taking in the meaning of her teacher's words. She sighed. "I went to the graveyard."

"And?"

The teen's lips quivered. "I'm dead."

The taller woman drew the sobbing girl closer to her, running a soothing hand through her hair.

"I though my brother was going to visit our parent's grave…so I followed him…and then I saw it…Henry and I are dead to them…"

"Why did you crush the headstones?"

Gabrielle sniffed, releasing herself from her teacher's embrace. "I was angry…so when he left I ran at the headstones and punched them until they fell apart. Then I heard someone running up the road and ran away…I guess someone saw me, or at least heard me."

The teen waited for a lecture to come, but her teacher just smiled. "It's not the subtle approach I had in mind, but I guess it will do."

Gabrielle reached for a clean shirt, feeling much better about crushing the headstones because her teacher wasn't upset with her. A sharp pain on her metallic shoulder forced her to drop the shirt and hold the prosthetic arm tightly.

"It's your arm again?" asked Yuuko, kneeling besides the smaller teen; of course she knew it was her arm again, but she liked to let her student know she cared for her. Gabrielle nodded, biting her lower lip. Having a high-technology modified prosthetic wasn't easy; sure, it was better than lacking an arm, but whenever she strained it too much (like today), it would hurt very much later.

Yuuko picked up the shirt. "Here, let me help you get dressed."

"No, I can do it…"

"Gabrielle, let me—"

"NO! GO AWAY!"

Yuuko stared, dumbfounded, feeling the apprehension on her student's mind.

"Don't look…" whispered the teen, lowering her head, ashamed.

The Japanese woman placed the shirt within the girl's reach and stepped out of the room. "I'll make us some tea, come to the kitchen when you're done dressing."

Yuuko went to the kitchen and placed the teakettle on the flame, thinking about her petite apprentice; Gabrielle was a shy girl, but she didn't refuse her teacher's help just because of her shyness. It was like there was something else she didn't want her teacher to see.

The tall, Asian woman sighed while she served the tea; if she could just open her student's mind and read it all. But she knew she couldn't; first of all, it was rude to enter other people's mind. Second; mind reading wasn't an easy thing to do. Sometimes it could be simple; the person would have their mind totally relaxed and would practically give away their thoughts. But there were times when the person would close their minds, preventing anything from entering. The mood was important too; if the person or the mind-reader itself were in a clouding mood (too angry, too stressed, etc), it would make harder the mind-reading process.

Gabrielle entered the room, sitting across from Yuuko with her arms crossed.

"Here's your tea," said the Japanese woman, holding out a cup for Gabrielle.

The petite teenage girl held the cup and stared into her tea. "So what are we going to do next?"

"Our time together is coming to an end; I guess your 'Boss' realized that it might be dangerous for her if you get stronger. I'll be sent on my way…or taken care of soon…"

-CRACK!-

Gabrielle stared at her broken tea cup, trembling slightly; she had been trying to stir her tea a little with her mind but her teacher's unsettling news made her lose her focus. She met the Japanese woman's gaze. "Are they…going to kill you?"

"They'll try, but I don't think they know who they're dealing with," said Yuuko, reaching for a cloth to clean the spilled tea. "You need to change clothes again, my dear."

The teen looked at her shirt; the tea had soaked it almost completely, making her bosom to stand out. She blushed and crossed her arms quickly, but the minute she took closing her arms was enough for her teacher to see something else standing out between the girl's breasts; a long bulge, the outcome of opening a wound over and over again.

"Come on, little one; this time I insist on helping you," said Yuuko, smiling and reaching for her student.

Gabrielle jumped to her feet. "No. I don't want you to see it!"

The taller woman walked towards the smaller girl, confused. "What? The scar? Dear, I have seen worst."

"No, you haven't and it's not just one…"

"Gabrielle, please—"

"FINE!" shouted the girl, tearing off her soaked shirt; after six months of training, her muscles were shaped nicely, her left arm and legs muscles mostly. She had a pretty body, the only flaws on her being the scars; the scar on her chest was the bigger one, but she had other scars, marring what was left of her right shoulder. She turned around; some of the scars got as far as her upper back.

"Seen enough? I'm hideous…"

Yuuko reached out for Gabrielle's scarred upper back and caressed it slightly. "You're not hideous…"

The girl shivered as she felt the soft fingers traveling down her back. She stepped away from her teacher quickly and gave her a sad look. "I'm going to bed, I'm tired."

Yuuko nodded. "We'll talk about our next movement in the morning."

Gabrielle nodded, disappearing into the house and leaving Yuuko feeling more confused that she had been in a long, long time.

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End of chapter 11

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