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11: The wrath of heaven

…I often wonder what Sheshona sees when she looks at me. I'm not sure what I see when I look at her. Not anymore. I have been trying to remind myself that she's a sick woman, but I do not see that at all anymore. I doubt that I have seen it for a while now. Speaking with her only makes me see an intelligent, independent, strong, yet sorrowful woman. I wish to lift whatever burdens her, whatever pains her, and bring her some comfort. I do not know why I feel that way, but I fear it goes well beyond being a doctor.

Is there something wrong with me? I do not feel as if something is wrong with me, but is it feasible for me to not know? As a doctor, I should know if something is wrong with me. As a righteous person, I should know if something is wrong with me. I do not feel that something is wrong, but it is not reassuring.

-*-(1855)-*-

Sheshona lay down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She thought about her doctor. Kimberly was almost always on her mind, she noted. She even dreamed of the crimson-haired vixen. Oh, would her father not love to know that she was only getting worse while in the asylum? She was not even a fan of the fact that she was worse. She needed to have her way with the tempting doctor and make her escape from the hospital before something really bad happened, like the things disturbing her insides getting the chance to take over. No, she was not about to let anything take over her senses. The doctor was just a conquest, only a conquest.

Yes, Kimberly was just a pretty little conquest, Sheshona practically chanted in her mind. She would have her way with Doctor Kimberly Possible and leave her to contemplate that matter. A part of her brain dared her to argue that she did not want to do that. She did not want to leave the doctor ragged and broken and she knew that would happen if she went through with what she wanted. Kim was not a toy for her to just throw away.

She did not treat any of her women like they were worthless playthings. Yeah, well, you don't hate all of your other women like you do the darling doctor, another part of her brain argued. Great, now it seemed like she was really crazy because her conscience was about to have an argument with her wicked side. Not that either of them made sense to her.

She had already explained to Kimberly that she did not hate her and even gave reasons why she said something like that. Kimberly frustrated her so much and in ways that she was not accustomed. She was not used to women resisting her for so long and in the manner that Kimberly did. She had plenty of women that should have been off-limits, even by her standards. She had actually once stolen an important young lady from her brother, before he got the chance to spoil her, of course.

She just had a way with women when she wanted to. Men would envy her talents if she ever outright flaunted them. Her abilities were infamous in the whispers of the upper class and on the tongues of many high-society ladies. The upper class was where she stalked her prey thanks to her father's political career. Kimberly was different from those vixens and she wanted to believe it was the challenge that made her think about Kimberly whenever she did not see the olive-eyed doctor in the flesh.

Sheshona sighed as she pictured Kimberly in her mind. What's so different about her, Sheshona asked herself. She had met intellectual females before and delighted in them. They were charming and she often returned to her intellectual conquests. They offered more than physical stimulation and she appreciated their minds, which was something they were not often used to, especially from the men in their lives. She assumed that was why they undoubtedly put up with her, even though they knew Sheshona felt no attachment to them. That was another refreshing thing about smart women. They could rationalize their emotions for the most part and accept that she would never offer them any sort of commitment. So, she had intelligent women and Kimberly was intelligent, but it went beyond what she was used to.

There was something about Kimberly's intelligence that was different, just like the doctor was. Sheshona could not figure it out and she did not even want to try. She thought if she unrevealed the mystery of the good doctor, she would be the one trapped. Kimberly was supposed to be the one trapped. The redhead was supposed to be thinking of her. Everything was backwards.

"I fear once I get out of this place, I shall have to serious consider checking in to another. One with padded walls," she muttered to the air.

The pale woman wanted to curse Kimberly for confusing her, as she looked at it. But, she did not have it in her to curse her lovely little physician. The best she could do was what she planned and, thus, prove that the doctor was just a conquest. But, she had never done what she planned to do with Kimberly.

Conquests, though no one of any real importance to her, were never cast aside once she was sated. They could come back, they could lean on her, and they could speak to her if they wished. She would not offer them anything except for what she had given them before, but they were never forsaken. She had no choice with the doctor, though.

It was not like Sheshona would just allow Kimberly to continue "treating" her, especially when she did not particularly like the asylum they were in. She wanted to get away from Kimberly anyway because of what the redhead did to her. No other conquests made her feel things and she refused to feel anything. There was nothing in life to feel; all life had to offer was momentary fulfillments of her eternal hunger. She did not even know what she hungered for, but she forever starved. It was as if she walked through life experiencing the wrath of heaven.

So, the plan was for her to drink from the well of Kimberly Possible until she no longer felt the thirst and then she would leave the redheaded siren drained of anything that she had. It was actually for the best, she told herself.

Kimberly did not need her sticking around and she really did not want to be around. Her conscience suggested she should just escape without going for anything, as it would be better that way. She could maintain what she built with Kimberly and that was something. You have something special with her and you should preserve it, her conscience insisted. Surely there was some other woman in the world that would satisfy her hunger, probably more so than the doctor would. She should just leave and everything would be all right.

No, she argued with herself. No other woman would do! It had to be Kimberly. It had to be the woman that she saw when she closed her eyes or else she would always see that rounded, olive-eyed visage. She would always wonder about what could have been. She silently admitted that she was damned if she did and damned if she did not. Well, she might as well give into sin as usual if she was damned either way.

Her first step to Hell was to get out of her bonds. It was a good thing she knew where to find the key. Soon, she was going to be on her way to Hell and she would enjoy the ride. She would not let the wrath of heaven get her down.

The next session Sheshona had with Kimberly, she pretended to trip and she fell against the doctor. Kimberly caught her and helped her right herself as expected. The redhead asked Sheshona if she was all right, all the while unsuspecting that her pocket had been picked.

"I'm fine," Sheshona answered as she palmed the key to keep it out of sight.

"You shouldn't walk so fast since it would be difficult for you to catch yourself were you to fall alone," Kimberly cautioned her patient.

"You worry too much," Sheshona pointed out, rolling her eyes.

"Someone needs to worry about you," the doctor muttered.

"I heard that, Doc," Sheshona said.

Kimberly only glanced at her patient. She waited to see if Sheshona was going to go on a tirade because of her words, but the emerald-eyed female said nothing. They took their usual seats.

Sheshona debated with herself if she should just undo her cuffs now and lunge at the redheaded vixen or if she should just be patient. She needed to wait, she told herself. Besides, with the way her bonds were designed, she would need time to get out of them. If she undid them right in front of Kimberly, the doctor would catch her, know that she stole the key, and have a million questions to nag her with. Kimberly might even offer to take them off if she noticed Sheshona fiddling around with the manacles, which would ruin a keen surprise. So, she was going to have to sit through one more session before she got what she wanted and then she would have to bid her dear doctor goodbye. Why did that thought make her stomach churn?

Sheshona mostly stared at Kimberly through out the session, which struck the doctor was odd. She let it go for a while, but eventually she could see that something was bothering her green-skinned patient. Those emerald eyes looked disturbed, almost saddened by something.

"Sheshona," Kimberly said while resting her hands on Sheshona's knee.

"Yeah?" the pale woman replied, eyes focused on the small hand on her knee. A warm feeling spread through her, like a hot soup on a cold day. She looked up at those caring leaf-colored eyes. Affection should not be there, but it was. Kimberly was her doctor and she was so professional, yet something went so awry. Things were just going so wrong.

"Are you all right?" the redhead asked in a considerate tone.

"I'm fine. Doc, can we cut this short? I'm a little tired," Sheshona lied.

"Oh, of course then. I hope you get a good rest and feel better," Kimberly replied and Sheshona almost ran out of the office.

-8-8-8-8-

…My patient ended our session rather early. I was both relieved and worried when she left. I am concerned for her, of course. I hope that she has not caught some new, serious illness while under my care. I should hate to see her become truly sick and it would cause me great distress. I dare suppose that I would stay by her bedside until I am certain that she is in good humors again. I nearly proposed that she allow me to check on her to be certain that she is well, but she rushed out much too swiftly. It was probably for the best that she exited in a hurry.

It is not so terrible that I as a doctor wish for my patient to be well. I am a doctor, after all. Better still, I am her doctor, but I fear that my actions with her would be more than anything expected of someone else in my position. I feel as if I would fret over her much like I would my son or husband if they were ill. A part of me even seems to think that if she were very sick, I would remove her from the hospital and take her to my home to give her all of my attention to help heal her. It would be beyond inappropriate. So, yes, it was probably best that she exited in a hurry.

-*-(Present)-*-

Shego sighed as she read the passage and Kim did the same. They were not sure what was going on with Sheshona, but it was pretty clear that Doctor Possible entered forbidden territory for a doctor, even though the journal seemed to indicate that she tried to fight against that and keep it from happening. They started to speculate hard on how the journal got into the old Go family house, which sort of told Kim how Sheshona reacted to what the doctor was going through.

"This is weird," Kim commented after a long moment of silence with her and Shego just staring at the page as if that would change the words.

"Weird is an understatement. I wish I never found this stupid thing," Shego said. She learned way too much about the past right now to feel comfortable, especially around her present company.

"Well, you did find the thing. It does kind of make everything between us a little awk-weird," Kim remarked, which certainly did not help ease the situation.

"There is nothing between us!" Shego argued, obviously taking the statement the wrong way. The stupid journal made her on edge about almost anything that could be said about her and the little hero.

"I didn't mean it like that. Ew!" The slender redhead threw up her hands and shuddered.

"What do you mean 'ew'? Are you trying to say I'm ugly?" the thief demanded in a serious tone with a sneer. She was actually offended.

"No, but I wouldn't touch you unless I was putting my knuckles on your cheek," Kim replied.

"My thoughts exactly. Let's just read the damn journal," Shego said.

The pair turned their attention back to the book while trying to ignore the fact that they had just had a very senseless argument. Shego also attempted to ignore the fact that she was more insulted by the thought of Kim calling her ugly than the thought that there was something between them. Kim, on the other hand, tried to ignore the fact that she was not as serious as she believed she should have been when she showed disgust about there being something between her and Shego.

-8-8-8-8-

…Why does Sheshona affect me as she does? I have never met someone who had such a tug at so many layers of my being. I do not understand how it works with her. What is it about her? I cannot figure it out, yet she has some kind of hold on me. Should I fight it?

-*-(1855)-*-

Sheshona undid her shackles around her ankles first. Getting rid of her wrists restraints was a bit trickier, but it seemed that her father did not know or believe she could work a key with her mouth. He probably doesn't know a lot of things I could do with my mouth. There had not been bonds made that she could not get out of, especially if she had the key. Well, the next session would be the moment of truth now that she was free.

Until the time came, Sheshona figured she would try to relieve some of her built up frustration now that she could touch herself. It would be enough for now. But, tomorrow, the doctor was all hers. She would not be hungry for the little redhead anymore; or so she hoped anyway.

The sun could not rise soon enough for Sheshona. She ate the breakfast that was prescribed for her by her doctor and did not taste a thing. It was actually better that way considering she knew the hospital food was not fit for pigs. Food was not on her mind, so rocks could have been in that bowl and she would not have known. She just waited to see her dear doctor because they had a long overdue appointment with that desk.

Sheshona nearly ran to Kimberly's office, but she composed herself and walked like a controlled, civil being. She slipped into the office silently and found the doctor at her desk, trying, as usual, to do some last minute paperwork. Sheshona had come to expect such things. She wanted some form of surprise anyway and since she did not get to undo her bonds in front of the doctor, shocking her and showing up unbound was the next best thing. She stalked over to Kimberly with the stealth that leopards would envy. She leaned down over Kimberly.

"Hey, Doc," Sheshona whispered into Kimberly's ear. She had been tempted, very much so, to nip her doctor's earlobe, but decided against it. She had some self-control it would seem.

Kimberly jumped in shock and her pen actually flew out of her hand. "Oh, Sheshona!" the doctor said as she tried to calm her breathing. "I'll be with you in a moment," she said. "Let me just find my pen…"

"No, I think I'll have you right now," the emerald-eyed woman stated.

Sheshona put her hand to Kimberly's face, which caught the physician's attention immediately. She looked down at Sheshona's bare wrist and was about to comment on it, but a more urgent matter caught her undivided attention. Sheshona leaned in and it appeared she planned for a kiss. Kimberly acted on instinct and pushed the pale woman away.

"What do you think you're doing?" the redhead demanded.

"What I told you I would do to you when we first met," Sheshona replied with a little smirk. The expression was more teasing than anything else.

"And you actually believe that I would allow such a thing?" Kimberly inquired in an outraged voice, glaring at her patient.

"You'll give in. I know you want it. Just give in, if only to sate your curiosity," the raven-haired female answered. And to sate my eternal hunger for the moment, her mind added.

"I won't let you have your way with me anymore than I would let some man have his way with me," Kimberly declared.

"I'm going to doubt that," Sheshona said in a confident tone, almost purring. "So, come to me, Doc. Allow me to show you why you'll never be able to cure me. Let me show you my treatment. I will treat you like royalty."

"I won't," the redhead stated firmly.

"Then scream for help and have me put back in my chains," the pale woman suggested, presenting her wrists. She doubted the doctor would do such a thing because she had not done it already.

"I won't," Kimberly replied just as decisively as before.

"Those are your only options because once I catch you, I will touch you and you will adore it," Sheshona promised with twinkles in her eyes. "If you wish for a different fate, scream now," she ordered the physician.

She would not take a woman that screamed or resisted. She was not a rapist, after all. Their union would be consensual, like with all of her conquests. She wanted to be desired when she made the redhead feel like she was a goddess. She just had to get the doctor to stop pretending.

Kimberly remained tightlipped, which told Sheshona that the doctor actually wanted what she had to offer. She just played hard to get, which was all right. Other women had run and Sheshona chased them. She had no problem with pursuing her doctor. The pale woman walked over to Kimberly and was in for a big surprise. It turned out that the little doctor could grapple.

Sheshona smirked. Her darling doctor was just full of delightful surprises. Fighting seemed to come natural to Kimberly and she fought with Sheshona, who could tell that the redhead winged it more than anything else. But, she winged it very well. She countered all of Sheshona's attempts to grab hold of her. The green-skinned female did not try to do more than grab Kimberly. She only wished to subdue the redhead in order to place a kiss to those tempting lips, but Kimberly resisted well.

Before Sheshona knew it, she and the doctor fell to the floor from the struggle. They continued on with the battle, rolling around on the wooden floor, and then much to Sheshona's surprise, she lost. Kimberly had her patient pinned underneath her and was holding the pale woman's arms, trying to make sure her patient could not do anything funny. Now, it was possible for Sheshona to get away, of course. But, why would she want to?

The pair breathed hard from all of the activity, each inhale and exhale seemed to bounce off the walls and echo loudly. They had both worked up a little sweat. Their heaving chests came into contact with every little inhale because of their positions. They locked eyes and gazed into those opposite green pools.

-8-8-8-8-

…I do not know how and could not explain it if I was allotted the rest of my days plus another lifetime, but I fended off Sheshona. I been so fearful when she came at me, yet there was nothing to fear. I was in control…

-*-(Present)-*-

"Oh, hell no!" Shego objected when she saw those lines. "She's a damn liar," she declared, pointing down at the page.

"What? Why do you say that?" Kim inquired.

"Because there's no way in hell that a woman in the freaking nineteenth century can beat a member of the Go family. There's just no way," the villainess insisted. Come on, her ancestor was a martial artist. How many other women in the country were martial artists in the 1800's? It did not even matter because she was certain the doctor was not one of them.

"But, she's a Possible," Kim argued. Anything was possible for a Possible, after all.

"So the hell what? No Possible can top a Go," Shego pointed out.

"I do it all of the time," Kim countered. If they kept a tally of their battles, she was certain that she was on top when it came to victories.

"Only because I let you," Shego reminded the little self-important hero.

"Not always!" the redhead argued. She got in some good whacks sometimes and she was not going to let Shego downplay that.

"Yes, always," the thief replied.

"Prove it!" Kim challenged Shego. A part of her wondered if she had just bitten off more than she could chew, but she ignored that small part of her. She was the person that could do anything, after all. Beating Shego in a sparring match had be covered under "anything."

"Anytime, any place, Princess," Shego answered the dare.

"Across the street in the small park right now," the younger woman stated.

"Lead the way to your own demise," the moss-hued sidekick said with a shrug. It was about time she put the little punk in her place, she figured. It was time for the humbling of Kim Possible.

Kim went to put her shoes on and led Shego right to the little park that was across the street from her building. It was fairly late a night, so the little area was empty. They walked over onto a grassy part of the park and got into their fighting stances. I'll show her, Kim silently commented. She would beat Shego just like she always did.

"You should just back down now, Shego," Kim suggested with a confident smirk. It seemed she forgot Shego took it easy on her a great deal of the time. But, she had her pride and she could not allow her foe to make it sound like she was weak.

"I'm going to show you why you should've become my apprentice," Shego replied.

The slender adventurer scoffed. "Like I would ever need lessons from you."

"I'm going to drop you in less than five moves, Princess," the emerald-eyed female declared.

"You're bluffing," the redhead insisted, even though the look in Shego's eyes said otherwise. But, she had to be bluffing as far as Kim was concerned. If Shego could really defeat her so easily, why had she not done it before? Well, beyond her testing me or whatever. I mean, she wasn't testing me in the beginning and she didn't win.

"Without my powers," Shego added. She was so much better than what she had ever showed Kim. The girl had no clue the true force that she was, especially without her powers. A monster had taught her, after all. There were not many people that she had met in her life that she could not take down.

Kim gave her opponent a haughty look that just called Shego's bluff. The redhead obviously did not think it was feasible for Shego to defeat her in less than five moves without her powers. No one could beat her so easily. She was Kim Possible, after all. She bet Shego was using that bluff as a ploy to distract her.

"If you don't want to get planted in five seconds, you'd better use your powers," Kim informed her opponent.

"Less than five moves and you'll be the one planted," Shego vowed.

Kim was ready for almost anything because of the confidence that Shego spoke with. Are her family's martial arts really that good, Kim wondered. The redhead convinced herself it was a trick, despite the fact that Shego's body language told her otherwise. She waited for Shego to attack, but the older woman did not move. Why isn't she moving, Kim wondered about the thief, watching her for some sign of attack.

The slim college student ended up attacking because she could not take the pressure of just standing there. She went at Shego with a straight punch, which the villainess easily dodged. Kim came back with a rapid flurry of punches, all of which her opponent avoided without any difficulty. No matter what Kim did, Shego dodged the assault.

"Why aren't you fighting back?" Kim demanded as she let loose a series of kicks, which all missed their target. She was a bit frustrated because for the first time ever, she could not touch her foe at all.

"This is my true style, Kimmie. It's about patience. It's about waiting for the right time to strike. It's about to taking your opponent down as swiftly as possible so that they cannot surprise you once you see that perfect opening. Pay close attention," Shego told her foe.

The green-skinned woman avoided another kick combination from the smaller hero and waited for just what she wanted, the perfect strike time. She then suddenly snapped her wrist and hit Kim with a palm strike so quickly that the blow only registered to the redhead after it landed and Shego had pulled her hand back. The blow knocked all of the air out of Kim and she could see that Shego prepared in for another blow. She rapidly tried to put her arms out to block, but felt what she would consider a sting on the top of her arm. Shego had landed another hit, to a pressure point no less. Kim's right arm dropped, limp to her side because of the strike and she was open for another hit. Shego grabbed Kim's left arm and flipped her on the ground. The only hiccup was that Kim held onto her and they both went down from the force that she had placed in the toss. Shego landed on top of Kim.

The raven-haired female was set to say something, but when she locked eyes with Kim, she forgot what she wanted to say. It was a rare event when Shego was speechless, but to make it more of an oddity, Kim was also dumbstruck. They gazed at each other with their faces mere inches away.

-8-8-8-8-

Next time: one of these pairs share a kiss. Which one?