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Chapter 27

Yori was happy to get her rooms back to herself, and to see that Ron and Shego were patching things up. But Shego knew her friend was sad as well. Sad to once again lose the chance at the young man she liked, even if that was due as much to her duties as it was to Shego going back to her Master.

Shego kept up her training, reading reports from all over the world, hoping to piece together who had screwed her life over. What she would do with them, she wasn't sure. Hell, she wasn't sure she could leave the school without being killed by GJ. They had to know where she and Ron were by now. Some of the reports the ninjas sent in were a conspiracy theorist's wet dream.

If she hadn't been paranoid before, she was certainly going to be.

Evenings and nights were spent with Ron, slowly rebuilding what they'd had. Mordheim was brought back, this time with her playing undead vs his sisters of sigmar. They started learning Shogi at Sensei's recommendation. She didn't go around him nude, but after the first few days she did start stripping down to bra and panties and even wearing her puppy ears at times. She'd even gotten Ron to play fetch with her one evening.

Ron kept studying ethics, philosophy, history, and other things at Sensei's recommendation. Everything, from feminist theory to an accurately translated version of Mein Kampf. The ninja were highly nationalistic, but they were still ninja and worked to not let their own views color everything. That way led to ruin and being manipulated by the enemy. She'd been shocked to learn there had been a communist revolution in Germany, largely funded by rich German Jews. Turned out all the Nazi para-military organizations she'd heard about were formed in response to it, when the military and police proved unable to handle the violence. The government had basically been powerless to shut them down, just as they had been virtually powerless to prevent the revolution, and had relied on their help against the communists. Even Ron had admitted that certainly explained some of the hatred towards his people. It was one thing to be jealous of people doing better than you. It was another if they'd been involved in trying to overthrow the government and subject your country to the horrors that Russia had been going through.

The Japanese, Shego found, did not share the rest of the worlds hatred for the National Socialists. Sensei's attitude to towards the holocaust wasn't as cavalier as Blackwolf's was, he felt it was a great and horrible tragedy, but that it was one of a great number of horrible tragedies and that it wasn't any more or less horrible because of who had done it or who it had been done too. That had been a hard pill for Ron to swallow...but Shego felt like he had.

After a month since moving in with him, Ron was looking more certain of himself. She didn't know what conclusions he was reaching, or if she'd like them, but he looked at her with nothing but love and tenderness. She wasn't evil to him, whatever he was deciding good and evil were.

She slept in his arms that night and from that night on.

Three months after they arrived, Shego walked out of her classroom. Yori had discovered she had an education degree, and felt that the former villain needed something more productive to do than spend hours reading reports in a desperate attempt to find who had fucked up her life. So she'd made Shego an English teacher for the shinobi. It mostly consisted of practicing and correcting their English, but it also involved watching a bunch of movies in English so they could hear it being spoken with a bunch of accents.

It was such a hit, many students borrowed movies for extra curricular studies. She wasn't going to complain, she got to some pretty cool stuff, and new movies were being brought in all the time.

"Shego-chan, I have presents for you," Yori said, appearing beside her with a smile. Shego managed not to jump. She was getting used to it, slowly. The young ninja held up several envelopes. "Blackwolf manged to get letters from your friends and drop them off with one of our shinobi."

Shego snatched them up eagerly. News from home was rare, and it wasn't nearly as nice as hearing from her friends. She hugged Yori, much to the young woman's surprise, and raced home to read them. Ron was still off with Sensei, though she caught a glimpse of them actually practicing martial arts slowly on a pair of logs sunk into the ground.

First was a letter from Wade. The lawyers were still having at GJ. Several dates in court had happened, generally occurring only to be delayed by some bullshit GJ came up with. The judges were not happy, but they also weren't able to do much. GJ refused to negotiate at all in terms of dropping or reducing charges. Kim, apparently, was back on duty to some regard and was the driving force behind this apparent stubbornness, especially in regards to anything resembling humanity or mercy in regards to Shego.

Wade wasn't super hopeful, but he was doing what he could to keep the fight going. Jim and Tim had adapted their terror campaign now that Kim was out of the house. The redhead apparently refused to return home even for visits thanks to them. Shego wished she could do something to reward the two boys.

Zita's letter was next, along with greetings and well wishes from Felix. High School graduation had come and gone. She and Felix had ended up with high marks. Kim had also apparently graduated, but missed the ceremony due to work was the claim, not that anyone bought it. Bonnie had fully supplanted Kim in everything, but it hadn't all been peaches and cream for Kim's high school rival. GJ had started to low key harass the popular girl, and she was having trouble getting into colleges. Zita suspect Kim was using her contacts to make that latter one happen.

Monique, Kim's best friend, had practically given up on the red head. The sassy black girl was apparently off to some fancy fashion school out of state anyways. Kim hadn't taken it super well, supposedly, not with the stress of hunting down Ron or the other missions GJ sent her on. Apparently Possible's team worked as an emergency response unit, mostly against her former villains, but against anyone else as needed during their downtime on the hunt. This had thrown her against a couple of Jarls, though this hadn't led to any real casualties until they'd found and assaulted the trailer, she guessed.

Felix was headed to a great engineering school, and she was tagging along to learn computer programming and game design. Despite GJ constantly harassing them and making their lives miserable. Felix had proposed to her as well. They hadn't set a date, because they wanted Ron and Shego to be there as best man and bride's maid. The kitten was super hopefully they would get to come home soon.

Shego wiped tears away as she put the letter down. She was happy for her friends, but she wasn't going to lie to herself. They were never getting off this mountain. It was only a matter of time before GJ decided enough was enough and came for them. Sure, Sensei would resist them, he had offered them protection, but there had to be limits to that. Not to mention, if Ron saw all the friends they were making here dying because of them...he would surrender, even if he didn't ask her too. She would obey her master...but she'd probably follow him too.

It was inevitable.

And if it wasn't...it wasn't like they could leave either. So what kind of life would that leave them? Sure, it used to be people were born, lived, and died in the same small village, but she'd never lived like that. Could she do it? Could she raise children in that kind of environment? She wouldn't put it past GJ to kidnap any children she and Ron had in order to make them surrender. CPS took children all the time, no reason GJ would be any different.

So, a life trapped in the school, training, teaching, loving, and living in fear. She would do it, if her Master wanted too. But it didn't seem fair to any children they might have.

The last was a plain hand written letter. The writing was terrible to the point of being unreadable, but eventually she made it out. 'Never give up hope.' - L.B.

Ron came home eventually, and she gave him the letters. His face darkened reading what was happening to their friends, looked disappointingly resigned at Wade's. She watched carefully as he got to Luke's. It took him forever twisting it all around, but eventually he settled down and seemed to make it out. He chewed his lip thoughtfully, but there was no hatred, no anger, no jealousy in his eyes or face.

Shego didn't know if he'd forgiven the other man. He probably would never like him. But...he didn't hate him. That was good enough. He would heal now.

Ron made them dinner, it was just rice and fish with various sauces, but it was filling. She sat beside him, rather than across from him, something she'd started doing a few days ago. It was easier to get pets.

Slowly, deliberately, she spilled sauce on her thigh. Not close enough to get on her panties, but close enough to draw the eye to them. Ron glanced at her, then the spill, then back at her.

"Crap," She said, her hands full with her bowl in one hand, the sauce in the other. She wriggled so she was facing him. "Master, can you help me? I don't want it to get on my clothes..."

"Oh, sure, Sheila," Ron said, reaching over for a napkin. She huffed, making him look at her. She locked his eyes with his.

"Stupid Master," she said, voice a bit huskier than she had meant, "Not like that."

Ron kept his eyes locked with hers, uncertainty warring with hope. He shifted back, then slowly lowered himself down, never breaking eye contact. She shifted slightly, leaning back so she could keep watching him in spite of her breasts.

Gently her Master's tongue ran over her flesh, licking up the spilled sauce. She shuddered, heat so long denied coiling tighter and tighter inside her, far faster than she'd expected. Her hand shook, pouring more sauce on her other thigh. "Sorry," She said apologetically, "I...I guess I'm just clumsy tonight."

Ron didn't say anything, just kept his eye locked with hers as he moved to her other leg and slowly, deliberately licked up the spill. Her breath caught in her throat. His eyes held that same need, that same heat, she felt. It was the same look he had in his eyes when he'd taken her, time and time again.

Carefully, she set down her rice and using her free hand, undid her bra. She shimmied out of it, not taking her eyes off his. She brought the sauce up slowly, carefully, and let it pour over her breasts. It felt cool on her skin as it slowly ran down, over the peaks and through the valley.

Ron rose slowly, the heat in his eyes burning her. His tongue stretched out, tracing the peak of her left breasts, running slowly up over the hill, cleaning the sauce off her light green skin. Her breath caught, frozen in her throat, as he moved to the right and did the same thing. Then he moved between her breasts, slowly licking her clean. There was no rush, there was no escape. She started this, but it was completely out of her hands now.

He took the sauce bottle from her hand and set it on the table. He loomed over her, and she fell back, lowering herself fit to her elbows, then her back as he pressed forwards. "Ro-...Master..." She moaned breathlessly.

He kept their eyes locked as he moved down to lick and nibble her breasts, sliding between her legs. She was so soaked, and coiled so tight. She was ready to shatter at the slightest touch. His eyes vanished as he trailed kisses and small bites along her collarbone, then her neck, then her collar, up her neck, and along her jaw. She gave a keening moan, pressing her body up against his as best she could. But he was so high above her, there was only empty air, and she whined. His hand slid down her belly, inside the silk of her panties. His fingers teased the neatly trimmed hair.

Then he kissed her, slowly, gently, lovingly, like he had the first night they made love, and his fingers pressed the button. She shattered with a helpless cry, thrashing against his strong, gentle hand. Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly, and she drowned in the kiss. Drowned in him. She was his again, his pet, his Shego, his Sheila! Or she was, almost. There was one last thing to do.

Was it time? Was he ready? Was she? She'd meant to just tease him tonight. Get him to pleasure her, and then reward him, like she had when they first started together, when it was too dangerous to actually make love, but no one complained about licking peanut butter and belly rubs.

But as she floated in a sea of stars and kisses and his strong arms...she couldn't bear to wait. He needed her, and by God she needed him! "M-master!" she whined, "Please master! Mate me! Be my mate again!"

"Are you sure?" He asked softly, his breath a caress on her ear. "I...I don't want to force you, and I don't want you to regret it in the morning because I took advantage of you in this state..."

She gripped his hair, pulling him back. She looked into his eyes. There was nothing but love there, love and hope and the death of loneliness. Her Master. He might be more mature, he might be finding a new way to live ethically in the world, but it was him. That sweet, innocent boy who had stolen her heart even as she had tried to steal his. Her Master. The man she loved. The man she wanted to spend her life with. He was back. Grown up, less innocent, but back none the less.

"I am absolutely sure, my Master," she said, pouring all her love into her words. "I am even more sure than the first time I asked you to be my mate. I am as sure as I was the night you asked me to marry you." She swallowed the tears. "Please, Ron...make me yours again?"

He did.

It wasn't like their first time, all passion and hormones and unfulfilled desires. It wasn't like the time when he proposed, all passion and tears for the life the lost and the vainglorious hope for a new one poisoned by the fear that this was their end. No, this one was different. This time, there was no outside force shoving them together, they were choosing this on their own. Healing their wounds with each other. It was gentle in a way they'd never been gentle before. They were two who could become as one. That night, they made True Love.

When they were done, covered in sweat, the results of their efforts, and the remains of the sauce bottle that had gotten knocked over on them at some point, Shego caressed Ron's jaw as she rested on his chest and made him look at her. "Ron Stoppable," she said gently, lovingly, "My one, true Master. The answer is yes."

"Yes?" He asked, looking confused. Then his eyes widened as she kissed him gently, lovingly.

"Yes," She said lovingly. "I will marry you."

Winter came, with it the realization that traditional Japanese houses, as beautiful as they were, were pretty terrible for insulation or keeping warm compared to what she was used too. Even with one of the mats in their floor coming up to reveal a fire pit, the walls were still what was basically wattle and daub, though with the quality of Japanese craftsmanship.

So while she didn't have to bundle up in heavy coats in her own house, it did limit her ability to walk around in her underwear or naked for her master. All love making was done under the covers of their futon.

The passion and mad need returned to their lovemaking, which she was happy about, but it also demanded being done on the bed rather than the tatami mats. Those got really hard on her knees.

They were about a month away from Christmas, and she was surprised to see the students getting excited about it.

"So you guys really celebrate it too?" She asked Yori. "I though Christianity was kinda frowned upon over here."

"It's not about the religion," Yori said, "It's about finding happiness and getting together during the long cold months of winter." The Ninja gave her an impish grin. "It's more about Christmas Eve rather than Christmas Day anyways. It's a very romantic time. You go out on a date, exchange gifts, have cake."

"Cake?" Shego asked. Memories of Ron's chocolate cake flooded through her. It had been so long.

"Strawberry Shortcake is traditional," Yori said, giving her a smile. The young woman gave a sigh, looking off dreamily. "I wish I had someone to go out with."

"Well, you can go out," Shego said, surprised to find there was no bitterness in her voice. "Which is more than I can say for me and Master." She tapped her teeth with a nail. "I wonder what I can get him as a gift..."

Yori gave her a small smile. "Judging by how joyful Stoppable-san has been looking lately, I would say you have already given him the best gift he could ever ask for." The smile turned impish. "Though, I suppose you could always give him a baby. Men are often happy to receive sons."

Shego blushed. She'd been thinking of children more and more. It would be nice to have some of her Master's pups. She'd loved her little brothers, and the Possible twins. Children of her own had seemed like such an impossible thing as a Villain. Finding anyone she trusted enough to get her pregnant, much less stick around, and then the problem of raising them on the run, in dangerous lairs, with the threat of them being taken away from her...Admittedly, she still faced some of those problems, but she'd found a man she trusted and knew he'd do everything he could to stick around. Which was more than a lot of women got.

"Maybe," She said softly.

More reports came in. GJ agents were in a full blown riot on having to deal with anything involving Blackwolf, who kept striking their bases and operations, and had added the other Jarls to that list.

She learned from the ninjas that the Jarls represented nine virtues drawn from the Heathen faith, and more than that they had some ability to use that virtue on others. Astrid was the Jarl of Courage, which generally meant that those beside her felt braver in the face of danger, but those standing against her often felt cowardice gnawing up on them. Thinking back, she recalled that Ron had always seemed a little stronger when the valkyrian woman had visited, that his fears were lessened and he faced his nightmares a bit better. She wondered why she'd never put it together, but decided her uncertainty as to magic being real had probably blinded her.

Heather was the Jarl of Hospitality, which Shego reflected why everyone felt so comfortable around the big titty goth girl. Henry, the progressive heathen, was apparently the Jarl of Perseverance, while William was the Jarl of Honor.

The reason for refusing to deal with Jarls was because a series of events. First, a group of agents had mistaken the Jarl of Truth for Blackwolf and seeking glory and revenge had attacked him. The man had been displeased and those that didn't fall to his sword apparently been "Shown the Truth," with traumatic effect. Another had gone after Astrid and while most had survived, their bodies and spirits were broken. A third group had made the mistake of attacking Heather while Blackwolf was in the area. There were survivors, but that seemed to be more about making an example and spreading the message, since Blackwolf had forgone his usual brutality and went for pure sadism against them. That had apparently also inspired Blackwolf to attack the nearest GJ outpost. Most of the agents had apparently fled in a panic, but the base itself burned for three days in the aftermath. She'd been reading up about Vikings and Nordic history and suspected that if it wasn't for the fact the Jarls seemed insanely overworked, they all probably would have been in open war with Global Justice for the attacks.

Shego wondered if the goth girl had managed to get Luke's attentions yet. He certainly seemed protective enough from the reports, but she suspected that given what he'd been willing to do for strangers like her and Ron, he'd go a lot further someone who he knew and was nice to him. One afternoon, after having finished her classes she passed some of the students watching an old western movie.

"Wyatt Earp is my friend," she heard Doc Holiday say, and paused.

"Hell I got lots of friends," someone said.

"I don't," Doc replied.

She thought about that, and Luke. How he'd been around Astrid, looking horribly sad when he did something that upset her. Of the few times she'd seen him around Heather, the girl practically fawning over him, trying to tend to his every need. Of how he'd looked talking about some of the other Jarls who seemed to hate him. Of how far he'd gone for his lover, a woman who had apparently loved him deeply despite his ways.

He might house a monster, he might be man with hate in his heart, someone the world would consider evil. But she suspected, if you were his friend, he'd go through hell for you. She wondered if he was a friend to her and her Master.

Later she'd asked Sensei if he knew what Blackwolf had done to Mossad to get them leave him alone, and if it was anything like what he was doing to GJ. It was the only time she thought she'd seen fear in the wizened man. He told her he knew enough to know such things should never be spoken of, and that what was happening with GJ was not even close.

The ninjas did figure that between the massacres and desertions, Global justice had lost at least 5-10% of its forces. Which, given they had around 30,000 agents on average before to cover the entire globe, was a heavy blow.

It had a knock on effect as well. Kim Possible and Ron had done a good job handling some of the super villains out there, with many staying low profile not to have to deal with her. Now that she was both a GJ agent and only now coming back, combined with the weakened state of GJ, villains were popping out of the wood work. Dr. Draken had even spotted using his synthdrones to gather supplies, for what purpose she had no idea. But it was a massive new front of war for Global Justice to deal with.

Shego was hopeful that meant Ron and her were lower priority, but then word came that Kim was coming off her medical leave and rebuilding a team with the express purpose of hunting down Ron and Shego. Ron was worried about them staying at the school, because Kim knew about it, but Sensei was confident it would be alright. Shego shared Ron's concern, but there wasn't much they could do.

Except wait and see.