Standard Disclaimer: Kim Possible and all related characters are the sole property of Disney. I do not claim to own them, blah, blah. However,
Selene is MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE!! If you would like to use any of this, PLEASE email me!! ^_^
Violence Disclaimer: Mostly standard KP violence, but there are a few bloody scenes....
Language Disclaimer: Being a fan of NO cursing, there will be none of this.
Sex Disclaimer: Nope.
Thanks to: Mira425, again!!! Thanks so much for reading and reviewing --it means TONS for me! ^_^
And: My Microsoft Word DIED by locking itself up and not letting me back in... -_- So, sadly, that's why this (and possibly everything else I
ever write) will be un-formatted.... sorry. I'm trying to fix it, honestly. We'll see.......
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Chapter 4- Introductions
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"Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" Selene watched as Shego zipped up her jumpsuit and moved to a small mirror hanging on the wall opposite the
foot of the bed. Running a comb through her thick black hair, Shego only grinned.
"Hey, now... I'm supposed to be the tough one, remember?" Setting the brush back down and slipping on her gloves, she felt as ready to go as
she could get. "You just sit tight until I get back from my errands. Whatever you do, don't let Drakken know you're here. Otherwise, knock
yourself out. I'll be back around three."
Following her to the door, Selene mouthed a 'good-bye'... which got her hair ruffled when Shego messed with it. Waving and grinning after her
mother, she wished her luck and, above all, safety. The woman might not show she was wounded, but the injury had to hurt like nothing else.
She closed the door softly and waited until the familiar bootsteps had vanished completely before she turned to view her temporary sanctuary.
The room was still humid from shower steam, and Shego's thick deep-green towel still lay on the floor where it'd been dropped. Apple-pear
shampoo hung on the air, strong and dizzying. It was a welcomed step-up from the familiar stench of dumpsters and unwashed bodies, so
Selene made no protest.
It wasn't until her eyes lit on the un-made bed that it hit her how tired she was. The messy blankets and pillow looked tantalizing and seemed to
draw her in. The weight of twenty-four hours' worth of strenuous work and mental exhaustion seemed to fall heavily on her shoulders at that
moment. Making her way to the bed, she collapsed across the matress fast asleep.
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"No, a little shorter. Yea, right there. Now, make her a tad younger.... that's it! That's her." The modeled girl on the screen very closely resembled
Selene. Wade flashed back onto the Kimmunicator's screen, giving Kim a strange look.
"You're sure this is her?"
Kim nodded her assurance, wishing Wade would believe her.
"She looks a little too... old ...to be Shego's daughter, Kim. Are you sure they're not sisters?" Wade glanced through the screen at her, and Kim
had this disgruntled look on her face.
"She only has brothers, Wade," Kim replied in an exhasperated voice.
"Cousins?" Wade grinned.
Kim frowned and took on a far-away look as she thought about last night, still feeling the ghosts of the creature's blows. Whatever it was, she had
a faint guess Selene and the beast were one and the same. Just like how Shego seemed to be the mother. Why couldn't Wade just view her
memories? Probably because she'd be too embarassed for him to see a few of them.
"Uh.... Earth to Kim..." Wade was waving at the screen, and only caught her eye out of sheer dumb luck.
"I'm sure that's her," Kim started abruptly. "A little over five foot... a bit younger than me.... thin athletic build, short black hair, green eyes.
Shego at age fourteen." Again, Kim started to stare into space as she pondered her own words. Wade typed furiously in the background, fixing and
refining the picture for printing and distribution. He would run it through countless police computers trying to get any background information on the
girl, although he seriously doubted they would have her records. But it wouldn't hurt.
There was a 'blip' sound on the other side of the connection, and Wade stared at his computer for a moment, then typed something in. "Uhh... Kim,
I got a hit on something very strange."
Kim glanced back at the screen, wondering.
"Try a nuclear bomb- except with CFCs."
"What? You can't be serious... who-" Suddenly she realized what he was talking about, and they both gave a thin smile.
"Drakken," they said simultaneously.
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There was the sound of running water though the murky haze of deep sleep, followed closely by the realization of warmth and soft blankets. This
was all well-and-good, except she suddenly remembered she'd fallen asleep on top of the sheets, not below. Stirring, she stretched her sore limbs
out under the warm comfort of the blankets.
"Hey sleepyhead. Sleep well?"
Shego's voice. Shego's hand on her cheek. The apple-pear scent had been replaced with more devious smells, including sweat and dirt, mixed
with a concentrated scent of burned copper. And blood. A very distinctive blood-scent.
Willing her hurting muscles to push her up out of the bed, she saw Shego standing beside her bed with a 'What is it?' expression on her face.
"You okay?" She was instantly on her feet, fighting off the dizziness spawned of the rush of blood to her head. "What happened?" Okay... her brain
wasn't connecting with her legs, and she had to grab the bed post to catch herself. She cursed abruptly under her breath, and found her feet again...
making sure they worked this time.
"Me? Looks to me like you need the help. Here..." Shego slipped a slender arm around her waist and eased her onto the bed, then straightened up
and stepped back a few steps.
Selene looked hurt, as if she'd just gotten called a name. "I smell blood -I know you're hurt." This made the elder woman grimace in disgust.
"You smell it?"
Her daughter nodded and shrugged as if it was nothing. "And the scent of those you fought, and the coppery smell your fire gives off. What happened?"
She watched Shego sigh and sit down beside her, the musky scent welcomed and familiar. How many times had she put her life on the line? How
many countless times had she been close to losing that life? Why did she do it?
"Drakken had me infultrate some military facility to steal a bomb prototype and then some how fill it with destructive chemicals." There was a pause,
and Selene knew there was more to the story, so she was silent so Shego could go on without interruption. "It was a bullet, but it only grazed the skin.
I guess it could have been worse."
Yea, it could have been worse, Selene retorted in her head. You could have gotten shot down like some kind of prey-animal. You're lucky it wasn't
worse. The thought of her mother getting shot made her relive the pain of several of her abdominal scars.
Two bullets through her left hip. All the way through. Fired from a hunting rifle at her several years ago. The man hadn't even had the descency of
shooting at her front; he'd taken the shots while she'd high-tailed it towards safety. Of course, she could also feel his soft, tender flesh against her
hands, his vulnerable neck against her lips and teeth. The way he'd screamed and fought like the worm he was. The way his quickened pulse under
her hands had excited her. How her nails sunk deep into his neck like warm knives in butter, his life's blood burning hot against her skin.
The pain of the bullets had forced her back into her human skin, and she couldn't bring herself to kill him like a wolf. They aleady had a bad
reputation for being savage beasts -she wasn't going to exploit it. Then he'd been still; lifeless. She'd been too much in pain to realize what she'd
done until she'd drug herself clear across the forest to the den and slept off some of the pain.
Shaking visibly to force back her haunting ghosts of a past, she looked up at Shego, wrapping her arms around .
"Thank God it wasn't."
Selene is MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE!! If you would like to use any of this, PLEASE email me!! ^_^
Violence Disclaimer: Mostly standard KP violence, but there are a few bloody scenes....
Language Disclaimer: Being a fan of NO cursing, there will be none of this.
Sex Disclaimer: Nope.
Thanks to: Mira425, again!!! Thanks so much for reading and reviewing --it means TONS for me! ^_^
And: My Microsoft Word DIED by locking itself up and not letting me back in... -_- So, sadly, that's why this (and possibly everything else I
ever write) will be un-formatted.... sorry. I'm trying to fix it, honestly. We'll see.......
*****************************************************************************************************
Chapter 4- Introductions
------------------------------------
"Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" Selene watched as Shego zipped up her jumpsuit and moved to a small mirror hanging on the wall opposite the
foot of the bed. Running a comb through her thick black hair, Shego only grinned.
"Hey, now... I'm supposed to be the tough one, remember?" Setting the brush back down and slipping on her gloves, she felt as ready to go as
she could get. "You just sit tight until I get back from my errands. Whatever you do, don't let Drakken know you're here. Otherwise, knock
yourself out. I'll be back around three."
Following her to the door, Selene mouthed a 'good-bye'... which got her hair ruffled when Shego messed with it. Waving and grinning after her
mother, she wished her luck and, above all, safety. The woman might not show she was wounded, but the injury had to hurt like nothing else.
She closed the door softly and waited until the familiar bootsteps had vanished completely before she turned to view her temporary sanctuary.
The room was still humid from shower steam, and Shego's thick deep-green towel still lay on the floor where it'd been dropped. Apple-pear
shampoo hung on the air, strong and dizzying. It was a welcomed step-up from the familiar stench of dumpsters and unwashed bodies, so
Selene made no protest.
It wasn't until her eyes lit on the un-made bed that it hit her how tired she was. The messy blankets and pillow looked tantalizing and seemed to
draw her in. The weight of twenty-four hours' worth of strenuous work and mental exhaustion seemed to fall heavily on her shoulders at that
moment. Making her way to the bed, she collapsed across the matress fast asleep.
---------
"No, a little shorter. Yea, right there. Now, make her a tad younger.... that's it! That's her." The modeled girl on the screen very closely resembled
Selene. Wade flashed back onto the Kimmunicator's screen, giving Kim a strange look.
"You're sure this is her?"
Kim nodded her assurance, wishing Wade would believe her.
"She looks a little too... old ...to be Shego's daughter, Kim. Are you sure they're not sisters?" Wade glanced through the screen at her, and Kim
had this disgruntled look on her face.
"She only has brothers, Wade," Kim replied in an exhasperated voice.
"Cousins?" Wade grinned.
Kim frowned and took on a far-away look as she thought about last night, still feeling the ghosts of the creature's blows. Whatever it was, she had
a faint guess Selene and the beast were one and the same. Just like how Shego seemed to be the mother. Why couldn't Wade just view her
memories? Probably because she'd be too embarassed for him to see a few of them.
"Uh.... Earth to Kim..." Wade was waving at the screen, and only caught her eye out of sheer dumb luck.
"I'm sure that's her," Kim started abruptly. "A little over five foot... a bit younger than me.... thin athletic build, short black hair, green eyes.
Shego at age fourteen." Again, Kim started to stare into space as she pondered her own words. Wade typed furiously in the background, fixing and
refining the picture for printing and distribution. He would run it through countless police computers trying to get any background information on the
girl, although he seriously doubted they would have her records. But it wouldn't hurt.
There was a 'blip' sound on the other side of the connection, and Wade stared at his computer for a moment, then typed something in. "Uhh... Kim,
I got a hit on something very strange."
Kim glanced back at the screen, wondering.
"Try a nuclear bomb- except with CFCs."
"What? You can't be serious... who-" Suddenly she realized what he was talking about, and they both gave a thin smile.
"Drakken," they said simultaneously.
------------
There was the sound of running water though the murky haze of deep sleep, followed closely by the realization of warmth and soft blankets. This
was all well-and-good, except she suddenly remembered she'd fallen asleep on top of the sheets, not below. Stirring, she stretched her sore limbs
out under the warm comfort of the blankets.
"Hey sleepyhead. Sleep well?"
Shego's voice. Shego's hand on her cheek. The apple-pear scent had been replaced with more devious smells, including sweat and dirt, mixed
with a concentrated scent of burned copper. And blood. A very distinctive blood-scent.
Willing her hurting muscles to push her up out of the bed, she saw Shego standing beside her bed with a 'What is it?' expression on her face.
"You okay?" She was instantly on her feet, fighting off the dizziness spawned of the rush of blood to her head. "What happened?" Okay... her brain
wasn't connecting with her legs, and she had to grab the bed post to catch herself. She cursed abruptly under her breath, and found her feet again...
making sure they worked this time.
"Me? Looks to me like you need the help. Here..." Shego slipped a slender arm around her waist and eased her onto the bed, then straightened up
and stepped back a few steps.
Selene looked hurt, as if she'd just gotten called a name. "I smell blood -I know you're hurt." This made the elder woman grimace in disgust.
"You smell it?"
Her daughter nodded and shrugged as if it was nothing. "And the scent of those you fought, and the coppery smell your fire gives off. What happened?"
She watched Shego sigh and sit down beside her, the musky scent welcomed and familiar. How many times had she put her life on the line? How
many countless times had she been close to losing that life? Why did she do it?
"Drakken had me infultrate some military facility to steal a bomb prototype and then some how fill it with destructive chemicals." There was a pause,
and Selene knew there was more to the story, so she was silent so Shego could go on without interruption. "It was a bullet, but it only grazed the skin.
I guess it could have been worse."
Yea, it could have been worse, Selene retorted in her head. You could have gotten shot down like some kind of prey-animal. You're lucky it wasn't
worse. The thought of her mother getting shot made her relive the pain of several of her abdominal scars.
Two bullets through her left hip. All the way through. Fired from a hunting rifle at her several years ago. The man hadn't even had the descency of
shooting at her front; he'd taken the shots while she'd high-tailed it towards safety. Of course, she could also feel his soft, tender flesh against her
hands, his vulnerable neck against her lips and teeth. The way he'd screamed and fought like the worm he was. The way his quickened pulse under
her hands had excited her. How her nails sunk deep into his neck like warm knives in butter, his life's blood burning hot against her skin.
The pain of the bullets had forced her back into her human skin, and she couldn't bring herself to kill him like a wolf. They aleady had a bad
reputation for being savage beasts -she wasn't going to exploit it. Then he'd been still; lifeless. She'd been too much in pain to realize what she'd
done until she'd drug herself clear across the forest to the den and slept off some of the pain.
Shaking visibly to force back her haunting ghosts of a past, she looked up at Shego, wrapping her arms around .
"Thank God it wasn't."